Message-ID: <43854asstr$1060729808@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: news.giganews.com.POSTED!not-for-mail NNTP-Posting-Date: Tue, 12 Aug 2003 13:56:25 -0500 From: Nick Scipio Reply-To: imperator@mindspring.com X-Original-Message-ID: <61eijv8ajqtg2iab27uus3ikfksudl7r2b@4ax.com> 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, 12 Aug 2003 14:56:25 -0400 Subject: {ASSM} "Summer Camp - Book 2" by Nick Scipio - Ch 26 (mf, mff, teen, oral, safe) Date: Tue, 12 Aug 2003 19:10:08 -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 26 Universe: Summer Camp Summary: Coming-of-age story about a teenager whose family spends their summer vacations at a nudist camp. Keywords: mf, mff, teen, oral, safe Revision: 1.02 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-SIX Friday morning, I got up at my usual time and quietly slipped into my workout shorts. I still didn't like Friday workouts, because if I did things right (ab crunches), I felt nauseous afterward. _No pain, no gain,_ I told myself as I headed outside to do my workout. I picked up the jump rope and began warming up. I did my abdominal exercises and then worked my legs. After my legs, I did bent-over rows and several other back exercises. Once again, I picked up the rope to do my twenty-minute cool-down routine. Afterward, I mindlessly walked around in a circle, letting my breathing return to normal. Neither Gina nor Kendall were up yet, so I took a quick shower and then headed down to the clubhouse. Not only was I queasy, but my calves were starting to quiver from my leg workout, so I picked up my pace. I'd learned that even though I felt sick to my stomach, I still needed to eat. Once I got some food in my stomach, I knew I'd feel remarkably better. At the clubhouse, I decided against the standard bowl of cereal. Instead, I found a large mixing bowl and emptied the last half of the box of corn flakes into it (I'd given up Fruit Loops in favor of something a little healthier). I also finished off the last of our milk. Finally, I scrounged around, found some bread and cheese, and made four pieces of cheese toast. When I picked up my food and looked for a place to sit, I spotted Jeremiah "Gunny" Kershaw. I grinned at the thought of such a gentle name applied to a grizzled character like Gunny. He looked up from his newspaper when I approached him. "Hi, Gunny," I said. "Mind if I join you?" "Not at all, Paul. Have a seat." I sat down, smiled politely, and started shoveling food into my mouth. I tried not to wolf it down, but I knew I'd get a headache if I didn't get _something_ in my stomach soon. I looked up when Gunny chuckled quietly. "I used to be able to eat like that," he said. "Corps food's not the best food in the world, but they got lots of it." I nodded and took another bite of cereal. "But back then, I looked a lot more like you," he added, "all angles and hard muscle. And everything _else_ worked like it was s'posed to," he said with a conspiratorial look. "Back then, I had girls chasing me two and three at a time, just like you do." He leaned forward and looked at me earnestly, fixing me with a parade-ground stare. "You really should think about joining the Marine Corps, Paul." I noticed that he dropped the "young mister" from my name when we were alone. The old curmudgeon was probably adding it for the girls' benefit. Not that I minded, but I grinned when I realized what he'd been doing all along. "Women love a man in uniform," he continued. "I'd be proud to salute you any day. Although as smart as you are, you'd be wasted as anything other than a sergeant." I grinned in reply and took a bite of cheese toast. "If you do join the Corps, remember this..." When I nodded to show I was paying attention, he continued. "Sergeants run the military. If you want something done, find the sergeant in charge. Don't waste your time finding an officer, he'll only have to find a sergeant. If you decide to become a swabbie like your father, no offense to him or other squids," he said with a grin, "petty officers are just like sergeants, only not quite as smart, since they didn't join the Corps in the first place!" "I'll try to remember that," I said when we both stopped chuckling. "I imagine it's the same in the civilian world, though," he said with a sigh. "There are men who do the thinking, and men who do the doing. Now, I'm not saying that the two don't mix, but that's just how I seen it. Susan says you work hard, but you're the kinda man who's good at the thinking part too, so make sure you got yourself a good sergeant, if you see what I'm getting at." I nodded seriously. Before he could say anything else, I looked up and saw Gina and Kendall walking toward us. Gunny followed my glance and then smiled. "Well, it's Miss Gina and Miss Kendall," he said genially. "I was just telling young Mister Paul here about the value of a good sergeant." They smiled graciously, despite the fact that I was pretty sure they were both confused. "I'll let you two have him now," he said with a grin and a wink. When he stood, I followed suit. Then I held out my hand and gazed at him earnestly. "Thanks for the advice, Gunny," I said. "Maybe one day I'll salute you instead of shaking your hand," he said as he gripped my proffered hand. "Maybe one day," I said. With that, he nodded respectfully to the girls, folded his newspaper, and walked toward the door, humming the Marine Corps hymn as he went. "What was that about?" Gina asked. "He knows about the three of us," Kendall said, her voice almost panicky. Gina forgot her question and looked at the taller girl. "How can you tell?" she asked. "I dunno. Maybe it's just they way he treats us. Maybe it's something about the look in his eye. Maybe it's... I dunno. I just know. I can't explain it, but I can tell." Then she looked at me anxiously. "You don't think he'd tell my parents, do you?" "No," I said, shaking my head. "He didn't say anything to me about knowing about us, but..." I shrugged. Kendall was far more perceptive than I probably ever would be. "I don't know how to explain it, but I don't think Gunny would do anything like that." I shrugged again. "This is gonna sound weird, but we're... um... well, we're friends, I guess." As if that explained everything, Kendall nodded. I trusted her insight, and she, in turn, trusted my judgment about Gunny. After that, Gina fixed herself a bowl of cereal. I was still hungry, so I fixed myself a couple of egg sandwiches (using the last of my family's eggs, of course). Kendall had eaten with her family, so she chatted while Gina and I ate. Mom, Elizabeth, Erin, and Leah came down after a while. Erin was wearing her bikini bottoms, and I wondered when she'd started her period. I guess I hadn't been paying much attention for the past couple of days. As soon as Erin and Leah sat down, Drew entered the clubhouse, his preternatural "teenage girl" locator on high gain. Gina, Kendall, and I grinned at one another. Instead of letting the younger girls leave, Mom and Elizabeth invited Drew to join us. He politely pulled over a chair and sat down. While Mom ate, she teased me a little about me demolishing our food supplies. In a fit of flippant helpfulness, I offered to drive to the grocery store and do the shopping. Every woman at the table, including the younger girls, looked at me in mild, amused shock. I felt my cheeks heating, but before I could retract the offer, Mom grinned and said she'd be happy to make me a list. Drew stared at me as if I were out of my mind, but I shrugged it off. When Mom and Elizabeth headed back up to the cabins to get ready for their trip to Columbia, all the teenagers headed down to the lake. I hung back for a moment and gestured to Drew. "You know," I said in a conversational tone, "women like a guy who's helpful." "Women like to be told what to do," he said with a snort. I couldn't help myself, and started laughing. _Just keep that attitude,_ I thought, _and see how many women come running._ I think Drew was confused by my reaction, but I merely kept laughing. He shook his head in bewilderment and jogged to catch up with Erin and Leah. Then Gina and Kendall hung back until I caught up with them. When they asked what I had been laughing about, I quickly explained. "You see why I can't wait to move away from home?" Kendall asked. "He even tries to tell _me_ what to do sometimes." "I'll put a stop to that," I said seriously. "Real quick." "Oh, Gina," Kendall said, a teasing note in her voice, "we have big, strong Paul to protect us. How fortunate we are. I might swoon." Despite their laughter, they both smiled. "One day," I said with feigned indignation, "you'll be happy I'm big and strong." "Oh, we're happy _now_," Gina said. "We just don't need you to protect us," Kendall added. "Unless we get attacked by a serious case of horniness," Gina said with a smirk. "Then you're our guy," Kendall said, smirking as well. ----- Mom was evidently serious when she said she'd make me a grocery list. She and Elizabeth were going to take the Coulters' car to Columbia, so I could drive ours to town. She made me a list and handed it to me with an envelope full of cash. When I asked if Gina and Kendall could come along, she agreed, subject to Elizabeth's and Kendall's parents' approval. Elizabeth agreed, and we went to ask Kendall's mom. Melissa actually seemed happy we were going. She made a list for Kendall, and gave her cash as well. We were laughing about doing the shopping for our two families until Gina's mom gave _her_ a list too. I guess we all needed something from town, and our trip had quickly turned into a boon for three families. While Mom and Elizabeth were getting ready, Gina, Kendall, and I hung out in the Coulter cabin. Mom had taken a bath in our cabin, but came up to the Coulters' to actually get ready. She and Elizabeth shared the bathroom with practiced ease, putting on make-up and fixing each other's hair. Susan knocked on the screen door a little later. As she entered the cabin, she told us that Kara had called. She and Stacy were still in town and were planning to see a movie with Jason Goodwin. Gina perked up immediately at the mention of an unfamiliar name, so Susan explained who he was. I already knew a little about him, but not much. According to Susan, he was a grad student at South Carolina, and worked for his father (Susan's accountant) in the summers. He was getting his MBA in finance, and was interested in cars. Susan certainly seemed to like him. When Mom and Elizabeth came out to put on their dresses, Susan passed along Kara's message. Elizabeth nodded in understanding and asked Susan to keep an eye on Leah--and Erin, my mom added-- while we were all gone. "I'll see if they want to have lunch with me," Susan said cheerfully. "My house has just been _full_ of people lately." We all chuckled at her exuberance. Then Mom and Elizabeth put on their dresses. They weren't going to drive to Columbia in them-- they were going to wear regular clothes and change into their fancy dresses before meeting Dad and Chris--but they wanted to show off a little in front of an appreciative audience. Mom's dress was pale green with an iridescent pattern. It was sleeveless, and set off her bronze skin and sun-brightened blonde hair. On both sides, the dress was slit almost to the waist, and when she moved, we could almost see her ass. It hugged her figure from the waist up and her braless breasts swayed gently as she moved. Elizabeth's dress was a plain white silk wrap. On the hanger it looked completely ordinary, but when she put it on, it was transformed. One side of the skirt was much higher than the other, and a healthy expanse of her left leg was exposed. The top was fairly loose, but it clung in all the right places. And with her Indian ancestry, we could easily see her dark nipples. Much to my chagrin, she actually reached up and tweaked them until they were hard. They cast little shadows where they poked out, and the effect was mesmerizing. Not to be outdone, Mom reached up and pinched her own nipples, quickly pulling them to erection as well. Gina and Kendall grinned at me as I shifted in my seat. Mom and Elizabeth then slipped into their high heels. While they turned, strutted, and showed off their outfits, the girls clapped and whistled. Each of the women was trying to ooze as much sex appeal as possible, and they were succeeding. "Well, Paul," Mom said. "Give us a male opinion." For a moment, I was struck speechless. Everyone laughed good- naturedly at my expression, but when they finally quieted, I shook my head in wonder. "Dad and Chris are two _very_ lucky guys," I said sincerely. "So if you were my husband," Elizabeth asked, her clipped British accent a musical sing-song, "then you'd ravish me wildly?" All the women laughed when I blushed furiously. "What about me, Paul?" Mom asked. I didn't think it was possible, but my blush deepened. "Ladies," Susan chided, "we don't want to give poor Paul, ahem, too much stimulation." "Sorry," Mom said, properly chastened, although she was still grinning broadly. "Sorry," Elizabeth echoed. "We wouldn't want to give him a _hard_ time." While all the women giggled, I thought about anything _but_ getting an erection. My cock was already half-hard, but I was resolved not to let it get stiffer. "Now, now, ladies," Susan said with a mischievous grin, "let's not give Paul a _big_ problem. That's not our job." "Whose job is it?" Elizabeth asked artfully. "I mean, if I can't bring a man to attention with these," she said, cupping her breasts, "then I'm losing my touch." "Elizabeth," Mom said, feigning shock, "you're so _evil_." "You are," Susan added. "He's not after _your_ tits, he's already got a pair of Coulter breasts." "Two pairs," Elizabeth said with an outrageous grin. "He's had Kara's too." "And Kendall's," Mom added. Kendall joined me in blushing, but she was still grinning at my embarrassment. "Are that many breasts good for a young man?" Susan asked. "I don't know," Elizabeth replied. "Let's ask him." I had to cross my legs to keep my sudden erection from springing up. "Uh-oh," Susan said. "You've done it now." "I didn't do anything," Elizabeth said. "Me either," Mom added innocently. They broke down into giggles again, with Gina and Kendall joining them. My face felt like it might spontaneously burst into flames, and they could all tell how hard my dick was, which only made them giggle more. I knew they weren't laughing _at_ me, so much at their own antics, but it didn't make me quit blushing. "I want you so bad right now," Gina whispered in my ear when she grew quiet. When I looked at Kendall, her eyes were smoldering with desire. As if reading their minds, Susan suggested that Gina, Kendall, and I head down to my family's cabin. Unfortunately, in order to walk out of the cabin, I'd have to stand up, which would make my erection even more obvious. "It's okay, Paul," Susan said reasonably. "We've all seen it before." "I haven't seen it before," Elizabeth said with a mock pout. "It's nice to be appreciated." "It _is_ nice to be appreciated," Mom agreed. "And it's nice to know we haven't lost our touch," Elizabeth added. Then she looked down at her breasts. "Good girls," she said to them. That raised another round of giggles. Much to my consternation, Gina suddenly stood up and reached down to me. Kendall smirked and stood as well. Then Susan grinned and arched an eyebrow in challenge. Piqued, I threw decorum to the wind and stood up, my erection bouncing gently. "_Very_ nice," Elizabeth said. Kendall looked a little shocked, but Gina grinned from ear to ear. "Be kind to him, Elizabeth," Mom said. "I _am_ being kind to him," she replied with feigned innocence. "I like a man who'll stand up and be--" "Run!" Susan urged with a grin. "While you still can. Quick! I'll distract them." The cabin erupted into laughter as we practically bolted through the door, my erection leading the way. "Good luck, Paul!" Elizabeth called out after us. Once Gina, Kendall, and I got to my cabin, we were all over each other. "I can't believe your mom, Gina" Kendall said, panting. Gina was sucking on Kendall's left nipple, so she didn't answer. I leaned in to kiss Kendall, and her tongue hungrily sparred with my own. "And _your_ mom, Paul," she said when we broke the kiss. "She was having as much fun as the rest of us. She was even looking at your hard-on!" "She knows a gorgeous dick when she sees one," Gina said as she sank to her knees. "Mmmmm, and so do I." While I kissed Kendall, Gina wrapped her lips around my shaft and tried to swallow me whole. After several glorious minutes, I had both of them bend over the couch. I entered Gina first and fucked her for several minutes. Then I moved behind Kendall and slid my glistening shaft into her pussy. In the heat of the moment, I completely forgot to roll a rubber over my dick, but I didn't care. I slammed my hips into her, driving my cock deep into her super-tight pussy. Gina fingered herself while she played with Kendall's pendulous breasts. For several minutes, I simply pumped into Kendall. Then I had her lie on the couch and spread her legs. She wrapped her arms around my neck as I jackhammered into her. At the last second, I remembered to pull out. With a groan, I shot my load all over her heaving stomach and breasts. In a flash, Gina started licking up my pearly semen. Soon, she was between Kendall's legs, licking the older girl's pussy and making her writhe in ecstasy. My erection hadn't subsided at all, so I moved behind Gina and entered her in one swift motion. While she ate Kendall to two orgasms, I steadily rammed my cock into her. I reached around and fondled her swaying breasts as I pounded into her, and she soon shuddered with an orgasm of her own. As she cried out in rapture, I slammed into her, grinding my hips against her ass as I did. With a grunt, I emptied my balls into her spasming pussy. Then I stood there for several long moments, simply gripping her hips and panting. Slowly, we collapsed in a heap on the couch. "Wow," Kendall said when we'd all recovered a little. "Yeah," Gina agreed. "I can't believe your mothers," Kendall said, reviving our pre- sex conversation. "I mean, they were _both_ teasing Paul." "My mom's like that," Gina said. "Sometimes, she'll start teasing my dad in the middle of the afternoon, and I know that by dinnertime, he'll be ready to screw her silly." "They do it in front of you?" Kendall asked, shocked. "Not really, but I know when Mom's teasing him. And sometimes, I'll come back to the cabin and hear them in their room, screwing their brains out." Kendall merely shook her head in wonder. For a while, we lay together contentedly, the sweat of our exertions drying on our skin. But we soon decided to get cleaned up so we could drive to town. I showered with Gina first, then Kendall hopped in. "Paul," she said seriously, when we heard Gina walk into the main part of the cabin, "you can't do that again, put your dick in me without a rubber, I mean. Not until I tell you. Promise me, okay?" "Why?" I asked, confused. "I didn't come inside you." "That doesn't matter," she said earnestly. "There's still sperm in your pre-come, and I could get pregnant." "You're kidding?" I asked in shock. She shook her head gravely. "Why didn't you stop me?" I asked. "I... I wanted you inside me so bad that... I guess I wasn't thinking." "But what about our first time, at the quarry? Did you just find out about this pre-come thing?" She looked down and wrung her hands. "I knew about it then," she said in a small voice. "But I wanted you inside me, so I decided to risk it. It was worth it, that time, but we can't do it again. Do you understand?" In reality, I didn't. If she'd known she could've gotten pregnant our first time, even if I didn't come inside her, then why had she had sex with me? Did she _want_ to get pregnant? _No, she didn't,_ I admitted. If she did, she wouldn't have told me about it, or she would've simply told me she was on the pill. But still, it was putting both of us at risk, and I didn't like it. Not one bit. "Don't be angry with me," she begged. "The odds against it are like a million to one, but I just don't wanna take the chance again, not if we don't have to. Not until..." "Not until what?" I asked suspiciously. "Not until right before my period, that's the safest time." "How do you know?" "I just know. Trust me. I know how my body works." "You don't want to get pregnant?" I asked. "Goodness, no. I love you with all my heart, and you'd make a great father, but I'm not ready to have children. I _am_ only seventeen." Then she laughed. "I may be from Tennessee, but I'm hardly some dumb little country girl." "Okay," I said at last. "I promise not to put it in you without a rubber." "Actually," she said with a grin, "you just can't put it _down there_ without a rubber." I arched an eyebrow. "I can't get pregnant by swallowing," she said with a grin as she sank to her knees. The water turned cold soon after that, but we didn't care. Since I knew it would take longer--and since I didn't want her jaw to get tired--I stroked the base of my cock while she sucked the first few inches. Then I held the back of her head while I filled her mouth with semen. It wasn't as much as usual, since I'd already come twice, but she certainly didn't complain. When we finally stepped out of the shower, we were shriveled and a little chilly, but very happy. ----- Shortly before lunch, we went up to Gina's cabin to see Mom and Elizabeth off. I helped them put their dress bags and a small overnight bag (with make-up and a few other things, they said) in the car. They were excited about seeing Dad and Chris, and we all grinned as they rushed to leave. Finally, they got into the car and backed onto the camp road. Amid waves and well wishes, they drove off. As we all started to walk down the hill, I pulled Susan aside. For the past day, I'd been trying to think of something special to buy Gina and Kendall, sort of as going away presents. I guess I wanted something for them to remember me by. That morning, when I was shaving after my shower, I'd had a brilliant idea. Susan grinned as I told her about it. Then she gave me directions to a store in town. I thanked her and jogged toward Gina, who was waiting for me a little further down the hill. Kendall had to eat with her family, so Gina made the two of us sandwiches. She had to use her family's bread, since I'd eaten the last of ours that morning. After we finished lunch, we went up to our cabins to get dressed. I pocketed all of the cash I had, and grabbed two rubbers, just in case. Gina came down the hill wearing short shorts and a spaghetti- strap halter top. Her nipples were hard and clearly visible, and she looked delicious. I smiled lecherously as she pirouetted for my inspection. When Kendall arrived, both Gina and I stopped and stared. She was wearing a blue sundress that matched her eyes. The dress accentuated her flat stomach and showed off her breasts. Her hair was pulled back with barrettes and she was actually wearing a little makeup--eye shadow and lip gloss. She looked gorgeous, and she blushed when she saw our reactions. "Don't say a thing about the makeup," Kendall said. "It was Mom's idea." "You look _great_," I said sincerely. Gina merely nodded. "And I'm the luckiest guy in the world," I added. With that, we got into the car--all in the front seat--and I carefully backed onto the road. Then I put the car into gear and we headed to town. Before she left, Mom had given me a short lecture about being responsible and driving safely, but it wasn't necessary. This was the first time I'd be allowed to drive to town by myself, and I wasn't about to screw things up. Besides, we were all sated from our fun earlier, so we probably wouldn't be fooling around in the car. During the trip, I paid attention to the speed limit and tried to drive carefully. The girls didn't even tease me about how serious I was being. But when I pulled off the main road through town and turned down a side road, they looked at me curiously. "Before we go to the grocery store, I have a stop I want to make," I said. "For what?" Gina asked. "You'll see," I said cryptically. "It's a surprise." When I pulled up to a jewelry store, they both stared at me in disbelief. I merely grinned and turned off the engine. When we entered, a middle-aged man looked up from the counter. "Ah," he said, "you must be the young man Mrs. MacLean phoned about." Gina and Kendall's curiosity deepened, but I didn't offer any explanation. "Yes, sir," I said. "I'm Paul Hughes." I held out my hand and he shook it. "Donald Sebastian," he said. "It's nice to meet you Mr. Hughes. Mrs. MacLean explained a little about what you were looking for," he said, "but why don't you tell me in your own words." "I'd like something for my girlf--" I cleared my throat to cover my multiple girlfriends slip. "Sorry. I'd like something for my lady friends," I amended. It sounded weird, but it was more or less the truth. Then I fingered the chain Gina had given me. "Something in this pattern." He lifted his glasses and leaned forward to peer at it. I obligingly stepped forward. "Ah," he said. "Three plus one Figaro... sterling silver... a timeless, elegant pattern. Yes, sir, we have a wide selection to choose from. If you and the young ladies would like to step this way," he said, gesturing to another display case. Then he pulled a large tray from the case and set it on the counter. It contained an array of bracelets, necklaces, and even longer chains. "Paul," Gina whispered, "what are you doing?" Instead of answering, I gestured for her and Kendall to precede me. Kendall wore an amazed expression as she stepped toward the tray of chains. Gina's eyes widened in disbelief, but I merely nodded toward the tray. "Did you have something specific in mind, Mr. Hughes?" "Whatever you think would look good," I replied. "Susan, I mean Mrs. MacLean said you'd be able to recommend something. She said I should rely upon your fine taste," I said, quoting her exactly. "She's too kind," he said graciously. Then he turned to the girls. "We have a fine selection of bracelets, anklets, and chains of all lengths," he said. Gina fingered the silver bracelet I'd already given her. Then she stepped forward and peered at the tray. "Perhaps a bracelet, Miss?" She quickly shook her head. "An anklet is very elegant," he said, "and much less common. It's more exotic and alluring, in my opinion." She nodded tentatively. "Ah, excellent," he said. Then he selected a thin, silver chain and pulled it off its spindle. "Here you are, sir," he said, holding the chain out to me. "Would you like to do the honors?" Gina grinned as I took it and knelt before her. She lifted one plain white Ked and pointed her toes. Her skin was so dark that the silver practically glowed. "Oh, Paul," she breathed as she gazed at it. "It's beautiful." "It is indeed, Miss," Mr. Sebastian said. "I've always thought an anklet was sometimes more stylish than a bracelet. It draws the eye to the turn of the ankle, to the grace of the calf." When I looked up at Gina, her eyes were glistening. "I love it," she said. "We'll take it," I said without hesitation. I had no idea how much it cost, but I wasn't about to ask. Susan had assured me that I had more than enough cash to buy the chains. But as a backup plan, she had an account with the jeweler. If the gifts were more than I could immediately afford, I could put them on her account and then pay her when I had enough money. "It's beautiful," Kendall said when Gina modeled the anklet. Gina simply nodded, speechless. "Find something you like," I urged Kendall. "Goodness," she said, "I wouldn't know where to start." "Have you thought about a bracelet, Miss?" Mr. Sebastian asked. When Kendall shrugged noncommittally, he took one off another spindle and held it out to me. I put it on Kendall's wrist and she held it at arm's length to admire it. I don't know how I could tell, but she didn't seem happy with it, despite that fact that she smiled graciously. "Maybe an anklet?" I suggested helpfully. When she nodded, I removed the bracelet and exchanged it for a longer chain from the jeweler. Then I knelt before her. As she held up her foot, I ran my hands along her shapely calf and she shivered. When I looked up, she grinned shyly. Then I put the anklet around her leg and fastened the clasp. Once again, she smiled graciously, but I could tell she wasn't happy. "What else do you have in this pattern?" I asked as I stood up and handed the chain to the jeweler. "We have longer chains," he said, indicating a large selection. "What are these really long ones for?" Kendall asked, finally working up the courage to speak to him. "Ah, Miss," he said, "those are waist chains. We rarely sell them, but with your height, and if you don't mind my saying so, with your figure, I think a waist chain would look exquisite." "How do you wear it?" she asked, her eyes lighting up. "You put it around your waist, hence the name," he said without a trace of sarcasm, "and it rests on your hips. A waist chain accents and enhances the female figure. And since it's normally not visible, it's a much more intimate piece of jewelry. Would you like to try one on?" She nodded quickly. He sized her up for a moment, selected one of the chains, and then he handed it to me. I grinned as I stepped close to Kendall and reached around her back. When I fastened the chain in front, she gazed down at it and sighed. "It's beautiful," she breathed. When she looked up, her eyes gravitated to one of the other long chains. "What's the little thing on the end of that one?" The jeweler held up a chain with a small silver bauble attached to one end of it. "This chain is designed to fasten an inch or two above the pendant," he explained. "The pendant dangles and draws the eye..." He coughed into his hand softly. "Um... it draws the eye... ahem... lower." Kendall's eyes positively glowed when she looked up at me. "Would you like to try it, Miss?" he asked. Without tearing her eyes from mine, she nodded. In an instant, she removed the first one and fastened the second around her waist. The pendant did indeed draw the eye lower. As a matter of fact, it pointed directly at her pussy. She didn't say a word, but I knew it was the one she wanted. "We'll take it," I said. "Excellent choices, Mr. Hughes, ladies. May I show you anything else today?" "No, thank you," I said. "Of course, sir," he said. "Would you like those gift wrapped, or, as I suspect, would the young ladies prefer to wear them out?" "Do we have to take them off?" Gina asked. "Only for a moment, Miss, I assure you," the jeweler said. Gina pouted a little, but it was mostly for show. When the girls handed the chains back to the jeweler, he simply removed the price tags. Then he handed Gina her anklet and passed the much longer waist chain to Kendall. For a moment, Kendall simply stared at it, dismayed. It took me a second to realize what the problem was. It was her dress. "Do you have a restroom?" I asked the jeweler. "Or a changing room?" "We have a restroom in the back," he said. Then he moved to open the half-door which led behind the counter. "You're welcome to use it, Miss," he said to Kendall. "Thank you." While the jeweler was writing up the sales receipt, Gina alternated between admiring her anklet and gazing at me. From her expression, I knew I'd have a very warm thank-you in my future. "Paul?" Kendall called from the back. "Can you help me? I can't get it fastened." If Mr. Sebastian took note of the fact that Kendall asked for _my_ help instead of Gina's, he didn't show it. He simply nodded to me and then gestured toward the half-door. Once in the restroom, Kendall looked at me with a forlorn expression. "I have to use one hand to hold my dress up," she said, "but then I can't fasten the chain with the other." "You know," I teased, "for being such a smart girl, sometimes you think too much." She frowned for a moment. Then her face was obscured as I lifted the dress over her head. I tried not to grin as she blinked in surprise. She was wearing plain, pale blue panties, her sandals, and nothing else. I hung the dress on a hook on the back of the door and quickly knelt in front of her. "What're you doing?!" she hissed once she recovered her composure. "I'm helping you," I said simply. "By taking my clothes off?" I nodded roguishly and took the chain from her slack fingers. When I reached around her to grasp the other end, I gently kissed her smooth belly. She flinched and tried to push me away. It was a half-hearted attempt, so I merely smiled up at her. She hissed when I fastened the chain. Evidently, it was chilly, but it quickly warmed from the heat of her body. I took the opportunity to admire the chain. The pendant hung several inches below her belly button, and pointed straight at her pussy. In a fit of playfulness, I grasped the sides of her panties and whisked them down her legs. "Paul! What're you doing?!" She tried to keep her voice low, but she was too surprised to manage it. "Shhhh. Relax." "Stop it." Instead of stopping, I drew the soft fabric over her calves. "Paul, don't," she begged. She tried to keep her feet on the ground, but I picked them up, one at a time, and slid her panties off. "Why?" I asked with a wry grin. "You look better this way." The pendant nestled at the top of her pubic hair and the chain made her waist seem even slimmer, accenting the flare of her hips. "The chain leads to the promised land," I said, then planted a kiss on her mons. "Paul, you can't." "Why not?" I asked, planting another kiss on the soft hair of her pussy. "Stop," she begged. "You'll get me hot." "You're already hot," I said. I kissed her again. "Mmmmm, I like." She tried to push me away, but I gripped her hips and inhaled the scent of her growing arousal. Unfortunately, I knew we really couldn't do more than we already had, but I was enjoying teasing her. When I stood, I smirked and then kissed her fiercely. "May I please have my panties back?" she asked. "_Please?_" Instead of giving them back, I folded them up and slipped them into my back pocket. "Paul, please?! I can't go back out there without my panties." "Sure you can," I said, reaching for her sundress. "No one but me will know." "Paul, I can't. What if someone sees?" "No one'll see," I assured her. "But I'll know you're naked under your dress, and I like that." We argued for a minute more, but Kendall knew it was a losing proposition. Finally, she put on her dress. "By the way," I said, leaning close and pressing my body against hers, "you look absolutely gorgeous with just the chain on." "Really?" "Mmm hmm," I said, nodding sincerely. "You have no idea how tough it was not to simply jump you, right here, right now." Her eyes flew wide. I nodded. "You're lucky I didn't. I wanted to suck on your clit until you were nice and wet, and then slide my cock into your tight little pussy. I can't wait to fuck you while I'm gripping your hips and holding the chain." "Paul!" she breathed. She tried to frown, but I could tell that the idea excited her. I kissed her soundly, and she melted against me. "Oh, my goodness," she whispered brazenly. "You make me so hot and wet." "Good," I said, taking her hand and placing it against the front of my cut-offs. Her eyes widened when she felt the bulge of my erection. "'Cause you make me incredibly hard." "Are you sure we can't... um... you know?" she asked with a shy grin. "We can make it quick." "We can't. We've already been in here too long." Reluctantly, she nodded. Then she looked up. "I... I love you," she said quietly. "I love you too," I replied. Then I kissed her softly, tenderly. When I cupped her ass and pulled her hips against me, the fabric slid over her smooth bottom. Then I lifted her dress and pressed my palms against her bare skin. When I spread her cheeks, she whimpered. Finally, we broke the kiss and she turned to look in the mirror. I kissed her neck and then we made sure we were both presentable. Finally, I opened the door. "Sorry," I said smoothly, "the clasp got caught on her dress." "Certainly," the jeweler replied. Gina looked at us a little funny when she saw Kendall's flushed expression, but didn't say anything. Thankfully, Susan had been right. I _did_ have more than enough cash to pay for the chains. As Mr. Sebastian handed me my change, I took the two black velvet boxes that the chains _would've_ been wrapped in, if the girls hadn't wanted to wear them out of the store. We thanked him and he told us to say hello to "Mrs. MacLean." Once we were in the car, both girls thanked me profusely. Then Gina interrogated us on what had been going on in the bathroom. In marginally scandalized tones, Kendall told her what had happened. I merely smirked and tried to pay attention to my driving. "So he's still got your panties?" Gina asked. "He wouldn't give them back," Kendall half-whined, trying to pull her skirt lower. She might have complained about being sans panties, but I could tell that it excited her. When we got to the grocery store, she begged me to return her panties, but I wouldn't relent. Finally, she quit trying to persuade me and simply got out of the car. Gina and I grinned at each other and followed suit. All through the grocery store, I would periodically reach under Kendall's dress when no one was around. Each time, she stood stock-still and let me play with her. Gina got a little jealous, so I made sure to slither my fingers into her shorts whenever I could. At one point, I knelt in front of Kendall, lifted her skirt and began tonguing her pussy. She cried out in astonishment and alarm, but I knew Gina would warn us if we were in danger of being spotted. With a final teasing lick, I lowered Kendall's skirt and stood. In the cleaning supplies aisle, no one was in sight, so I had both girls bend forward as I teased their slippery pussies. Unfortunately, we heard someone coming around the end of the aisle and I had to quickly withdraw my hands. While the girls tried to look innocent, I licked their juices from my fingers and grinned mischievously. The rest of the trip through the grocery store was hurried, since we wanted to get to the relative privacy of the car as soon as we could. Gina had a noticeable wet spot at her crotch, and Kendall squirmed whenever she stood still. In addition, anyone who looked closely would've seen the lump in my pants. By the time we rang up each family's groceries and loaded the car, we were all ready to explode. "We've got to find someplace to screw," Gina said as we pulled out of the parking lot. Kendall nodded emphatically. Then she grew concerned. When she looked at me, I could tell what she was thinking. Instead of saying anything, I merely reached into my pocket and pulled out the two foil packets. Her broad answering smile made my dick swell further. "Where can we go?" Gina asked. "Do you know anyplace?" I shook my head. "We've got to go somewhere," she said in growing desperation. "There's lots of places to stop on the way back to camp," Kendall said. "How about that abandoned bowling alley?" "Too close to town," I said, shaking my head. "What about the barn?" Gina asked hopefully. "You know, the one by the place that sells honey." "Too close to the place that sells honey. That's someone's house," I said. "Oh." While I drove, the girls thought about it. I had to shift in my seat to let some of the pressure off my erection, and Gina wasn't making things any better. She was trying to get me to simply pull over by the side of the road and fuck them. I may have been overwhelmed by a hormonal fog, but I wasn't dumb enough to try _that_. When I wouldn't pull over, Gina tried to get me to take off my pants. I vividly remembered careening across the roadway the last time I'd let her suck me while I was driving, so I demurred. She was too horny to be disappointed for long, but I was a little surprised when she simply started taking off her clothes. She began rubbing her pussy furiously, her eyes closed and her head resting on the back of the seat. Kendall and I merely looked at each other in astonishment, but I could tell that she was pretty worked up as well. "Take your clothes off too," I directed her. "I want to see your body." In a flash, the blue sundress was over her head and in a heap on the back seat. "Oh, thank God," Gina said, half in exasperation, half in excitement. Without even asking the older girl, Gina slid to the floorboard and put her head between Kendall's thighs. Kendall looked at me in astonished amusement. Then she spread her legs and smiled blissfully as Gina began to lick and suck. I tried to concentrate on my driving, but it was extremely difficult, especially when Kendall put her feet on the dashboard and began moaning softly. With one hand, I popped the snap on my cut-offs and lowered the zipper. It was a bit of a struggle, but I extracted my erection and began to stroke it slowly. Before I knew it, we were at the stop sign where we needed to turn left, toward the camp. I stopped too quickly, but the girls didn't seem to notice. Kendall tensed up as Gina's tongue finally drove her over the edge. Gina kept licking and sucking, and soon moaned as her own climax approached. When we finally turned down the sandy road to camp, I was ready to burst. I drove until the main road was safely out of sight and then stopped the car. Without even turning the engine off, I got out and went around to the passenger side. The girls got on their knees in front of me and took turns sucking my dick. In less than a minute, I felt the first twinges of orgasm, so I wrapped my fist around the base of my shaft and pumped. Gina tried to get her lips around my glans, but I exploded before she could. The first spurt blasted across her cheek. The second hit her chin and dripped onto her breasts. She got her lips around me for the final spurts and then moaned as my come gushed over her tongue. When I finished squirting, she milked my dick with her lips, sucking out the last of my seed. Then she wiped up the escaped fluid with her fingers and licked them clean. Finally, I tucked my shiny, red, deflated member back in my underwear and zipped up my shorts. Gina and Kendall stood, dusted off their knees, and reached into the back seat for their clothes. Grinning at each other, we made sure we were presentable and then got back in the car. Once we reached the camp proper, we dropped off Kendall at her camper and helped unload groceries. Next, Gina and I drove to the clubhouse to put away our families' food. After we parked the car behind our cabin, we stripped off our clothes. Gina took a moment to admire her new anklet. Then she flowed into my arms and laid her head against my chest. "Thank you," she said quietly. "You _are_ the man who makes my heart go pitter-pat." We stood in silence for a few minutes, happy in each other's embrace. "Kendall and I will thank you properly," she said, "later tonight." "Mmmmm, I'm looking forward to it," I replied. "Now c'mon, let's grab her and head down to the lake. I wanna cool off." At the Winnebago, Kendall's mother practically gushed over the waist chain I'd bought for her daughter. None of us mentioned that I'd gotten a matching anklet for Gina. I don't know what Kendall's parents thought about our relationship, but we were content to let them think that Kendall was my girlfriend and Gina was simply Kendall's friend. It was a half-truth, but one that the Paytons seemed to willingly turn a blind eye toward. At the lake, Erin, Leah, and Drew were on the raft, and Susan was lying in a lounge chair talking to Kara and Stacy. When she saw us, she stood and grinned. Since she'd helped me plan the trip to the jeweler, she knew to look for the chains. She smiled when she saw Gina's anklet, but her eyes lit up when she spotted Kendall's waist chain. "Very nice, ladies," she said. "Thank you," they said in unison. "Paul has excellent taste, in jewelry _and_ in women." We pulled lounge chairs next to Susan's and spread out our towels. Kara and Stacy both smiled tiredly as we sat down. "How was the movie?" I asked conversationally. To my surprise, the older girls merely looked at each other and giggled. "What?" I asked no one in particular. "What movie did you see?" That only made them giggle harder. I looked at Susan, bewildered. "They didn't exactly make it to the movies," she said. "It's a long story." Stacy suddenly sobered and looked a little anxious. "Paul?" Susan asked. "Stacy brought back some flowerpots and potting soil. Would you help her get them out of her car?" "Now?" "If you don't mind." Gina started to ask if I wanted some help, but at a look from Susan, she changed her mind. "Sure," I said, a little confused. "No problem." Stacy looked at me apprehensively, then turned to Susan. At Susan's reassuring nod, she stood up. I stood as well, thoroughly mystified, and we walked up the hill together. "Did you have fun in town?" I asked. She nodded silently. "What was so funny, before?" "Um... it's a long story." "Oh. If you don't wanna tell me, that's okay." "It's not that I don't wanna tell you," she said earnestly. "It's just..." Nervously, she started talking about how different our lives were. We had talked about most of it before, so I was a little confused about why she'd bring it up again. She told me she loved me, and she always would, but... "But what?" I asked. "Oh, Paul," she pleaded quietly. "Please don't be mad." "Mad about what?" I asked, concern coloring my voice. To my surprise, she actually shied away. "You know I love you...," she said. I nodded, but she didn't continue. Instead, she fretfully shifted from foot to foot. "I..." When she looked up, she had tears in her eyes. "You promise you won't be mad?" Instead of saying anything, I stepped forward and pulled her into my arms. She resisted at first, but then relented. "I'm so sorry," she whispered. "I didn't think it would be this hard." "You didn't think _what_ would be this hard?" "Something I have to tell you," she said, sniffling. "Susan and I talked about it. I didn't want to tell you, but she thinks I should." When she pulled back, her cheeks were wet, but she wasn't really crying. "But..." "I promise," I said, "I won't be mad at you. You know me better than that, don't you?" She sniffled, nodded, then wiped her cheeks. "Okay, now what do you have to tell me?" "I didn't mean for it to happen," she said, almost sullenly. "It just did. I mean, I've known him for a while, but... well... there was Kara... and she... um..." "Is this about that guy... what's his name? Jason something? Goodrich? Goodman?" "Goodwin," she said. Then she lowered her eyes and nodded. "I didn't mean for it to happen," she repeated. "Did he do something to you?" I asked, my voice dangerously calm. She looked up suddenly. "No! He didn't do anything." Then her face lit up. "He's a great g--" Suddenly, she looked down again. "I know we weren't a couple or anything," she said. "You and me, I mean. But..." I may be a little dense sometimes, but I could figure out where this conversation was headed. "This is all _Kara's_ fault," she said. She tried to sound petulant, but I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing. "Why don't you tell me about this Jason guy?" I suggested reasonably. "If he's good enough for you, I won't be mad. But if he doesn't treat you right, I'll have to hurt him. Bad." For a moment, she looked worried. But then she glanced up and saw the smile on my face. She smiled in return, shyly. I turned us toward Susan's house and put my arm around her. While we walked, she told me about Jason Goodwin. He was a big guy, quite a bit taller than me, but softer. He was strong, she said, just not as well defined as I was. He wasn't that old, only twenty-three, but he was starting to go bald. Stacy didn't care about that, she said, since it made him look cute. She'd met him at the end of the previous summer and then saw him again when he came home for Christmas break. Her boss, Bill, had invited her to a party at his house, and, of course, Jason was there. After the holiday break, Jason had returned to school in Columbia. She hadn't seen him again until the beginning of the summer, when he'd come home to work at his father's firm. They'd worked together all summer and gotten to know each other better. More recently, when Stacy and Kara had run their errand for Susan (the day before), Stacy's car had broken down. Jason not only got the car running, he followed them back to Stacy's trailer to make sure it didn't stall again. On top of that, he went to the auto parts store, bought a new part, and fixed the car. Kara--being the devious girl that she is, according to Stacy-- offered to thank Jason by taking off her shirt. She then coaxed Stacy to do the same. And while Stacy didn't go into detail about what happened next, I could imagine what kind of mischief Kara was capable of inciting. Needless to say, they missed their afternoon movie. Evidently, Jason had had a secret crush on Stacy since he'd first met her. Whenever she talked about him, her eyes grew soft and she smiled absently. He was a big guy, she repeated, and big "in _lotsa_ ways," she emphasized. But he didn't hurt her like Randy had. Despite his size--or perhaps because of it--he was a gentle guy, she said. So Jason, Kara, and Stacy had "just, you know, hung out for a while." "Hung out, huh?" I asked, grinning. "Well, what was I supposed to do? Kara was taking off her clothes, and I was... well... you know..." Then she looked up bashfully. "Can't I have a little fun too?" "With Jason?" She glanced up quickly, her eyes beseeching me to understand. "Do you really like him?" I asked softly. "You're not mad?" "Not if you're happy. Although, if he ever hurts you, I'll have to kill him." Once again, it took her a second to realize I was teasing. Mostly. "I really like him," she whispered, looking down. Then she stood motionless, expecting... Well, I don't know what she was expecting. I lifted her chin and smiled when she tentatively made eye contact. "You're not mad?" she asked again. "I'm not mad," I said, shaking my head. "All I've ever wanted is for you to be happy." Then I shrugged. "For a while, I'd hoped you could be happy with me." It wasn't _strictly_ true, but I knew it would make her feel better. "But Susan knew better than both of us that our lives were in two different places." "Yeah. I'll always love you," she said. "But... well... I really like Jason." She looked up, her eyes bright. "He's got a part-time job at the same company I'll be working for in Columbia. And he said he'll show me around campus, and tell me which professors are good. And he's gonna help me with my classes, since he's taken most of them already. He said he'd fix up my car and make sure it's running right, and..." She talked excitedly while we moved the flowerpots and bags of soil into Susan's courtyard. As we did, I got more than an earful about Jason Goodwin. Listening to her, and the emotion she unconsciously showed, I decided that I liked him. If he could make her happy, then he was okay in my book. "And you know what?" she said suddenly. "What?" "I think Susan set this whole thing up." "Set what up?" I asked, confused. "Me, Jason, working for his father. I think she set it _all_ up." "What makes you say that?" "I dunno," she said. "I just think she had all this planned. She gets this smug look on her face when one of her schemes works out. And let me tell you something, she sure looked smug when Kara and I got back to camp today." "I know _exactly_ what look you're talking about. And I think you may be right." "I _am_ right. She's sneaky." "And she loves us," I said. When her eyes misted over, I spread my arms and she rushed into them. I held her tight and then lifted her feet off the ground. "I'm so happy for you, Stace," I said. "Thank you." She squeezed my neck and then kissed my cheek. "This is gonna sound kinda weird," I said, setting her on her feet once again, "but I kinda think of you as a big sister." "You wouldn't do the things you've done to me if I were your sister," she said with a grin. "I dunno," I teased. "You _are_ really sexy." I reached for her playfully but she batted my hand away. "Paul," she said seriously, "thank you for understanding about the two of us, and about Jason." "I'm just glad you're happy," I said. When she smiled broadly, I draped my arm over her shoulder. "Now, let's get back down to the lake," I said. "I wanna cool off." ----- We spent the rest of the afternoon at the lake. Gina and Kendall wanted to hike to the quarry for Gina's last day in camp, so we made plans for the trip. When I told them about what Stacy and I had talked about, they both seemed happy for the older girl. Curiously, Kendall was even more pleased than Gina. For their part, Stacy and Kara spent time with Susan. From the animated way Stacy was speaking, I'm sure they were talking about Jason. A little later, Drew and the younger girls wanted to play Marco Polo, so we got a game going. I think he was enjoying trying to grab Erin and Leah more than he was enjoying the game itself. The younger girls seemed more than happy for the attention. And while they provided a convenient distraction, I managed to fondle Gina and Kendall a couple of times. They playfully pushed me away, but I could tell that they were enjoying themselves as well. When we finally climbed out of the lake, waterlogged and exhausted, Susan and Stacy fixed dinner for all of us: fried chicken, mashed potatoes, fresh green beans, sweet corn, biscuits, and homemade peach cobbler for dessert. It looked so good that I didn't even glare at Susan when she fixed me a small bowl of peas. She chuckled mischievously when she set them next to my plate. Kendall had to eat with her family, but she came down to Susan's house afterward. While Susan, Stacy, and Kara stayed to chat in the courtyard, the rest of us teenagers went down to the lake. Drew joined us, of course, and we ended up sitting in a big circle talking about everyday teenager stuff. Erin and Leah gushed about Gina's anklet and Kendall's waist chain. Each time one of the girls said something about the chains, they would look at Drew. Unfortunately for them, I don't think he made the connection. After a while, Kendall and I walked up the hill to ask her parents if she could hike to the quarry the following day. Her mother seemed enthusiastic about it, and even her father smiled when we made our request. Later that evening, my parents and the Coulters returned. They all looked tired, but happy. Erin and I were glad to see Dad, and the Coulter girls were definitely happy to see their father. Dad had brought back loaves of sourdough bread from San Francisco and some weird Japanese soft drink from Seattle. He had a six-pack, so there was a drink for each of us teenagers. In addition, Chris Coulter had a case of Champagne, which he asked me to carry down to Susan's house. When I returned, they were all walking down the hill toward the clubhouse. Once there, Gina's and my parents relaxed on the couches. Gina and I took the opportunity to ask them about hiking to the quarry. "It's our last day in camp," Elizabeth said. "And your dad just got home." "Unnnnh," Gina half-whined. "Mom! It's my last day with Paul." "Uh-uh," her mother warned. "No whining, young lady. What I was _going_ to say," she said, enunciating each word, "was that we're having a party at Susan's house tomorrow night. It's a going away party and... a celebration." She looked slyly at her husband and then at my parents. "Sorry, Mom," Gina said. "That's better. Now, if you hike to the quarry tomorrow, you'll need to be back _in camp_ by five o'clock. Do you understand?" Gina nodded. "Good," Elizabeth said. Then she turned to Kendall. "Kendall, dear, we'd like to invite you and your family to come tomorrow night. I know it's short notice, but Chris and I hope you can be there. Tell your father that my barbarian husband is planning to grill huge hunks of dead cow," she said with a wry grin. "So we'll have more than enough steaks for everyone." "Thank you very much," Kendall said politely. "I'll ask my parents." Gina, Kendall, and I headed out a few minutes later, shortly before ten o'clock. We went to Kendall's Winnebago first. Her parents were sitting outside, playing cards on their folding picnic table. When Kendall relayed Elizabeth's invitation, they readily accepted. "Do we need to bring anything?" her mother asked. "Elizabeth didn't say," Kendall answered with a shrug. "I'll talk to her tomorrow." After that, we stopped by my cabin to retrieve a pair of condoms and a blanket. Then we headed toward the nature trail. Unfortunately, we heard voices when we approached, so we quietly turned around. "Where else can we go?" Kendall asked. "We'll find someplace," I said with assurance. Since it was already dark, we ended up near the spillway from the feeder lake into the swimming lake. It was a much larger spillway than the exhaust streams, and consequently, it was louder. Even though we were pretty much in the open, it was already dark, and with the noise from the low waterfall, we'd have a modicum of privacy. Since we'd all had an exhausting day, none of us were really in the mood to fool around. The girls thanked me again for their chains as we sat in a close circle. After a while, we talked about Gina going home. I'd been nervous that she might ask me not to have sex with Kendall, which I knew would cause problems. If Kendall was supposed to be an equal part of our relationship, then it wouldn't be fair of Gina to make a request like that. Fortunately, she didn't. She knew we were going to have sex, since it would be our last week together, and she was fine with it. Oddly enough, I think she was most upset that she wouldn't get to watch and join in. Kendall looked relieved as the two of them talked about it. We also talked about going to see Kendall in Knoxville, if we could. She said we could spend the night in her dorm room, as long as her (as yet unknown) roommate was cool. She'd been to Knoxville many times with her family, for football games, so she could show us around campus. Gina and I promised to try and make it to UT to see her. We also talked some more about after the summer, but in more general terms. I told the girls about wrestling practice, and how much I looked forward to getting back on the mat. They teased me about wanting to roll around with other guys, but I didn't take it to heart. They both knew how serious I was about being a good wrestler. "Just pay attention to your grades," Gina chided gently. "Yes, ma'am." After that, we talked about Gina's classes and her friends. She was looking forward to seeing Lisa and telling her about the summer. "I bet I know what _else_ you want to do when you see Lisa," I said. Kendall looked confused, so Gina quickly explained about her relationship with the other girl. "You really _do_ like girls as much as guys," Kendall said. "Mmm hmm. But that makes me better at going down on a girl," Gina replied saucily. "A skill which _you_ seemed to benefit from this afternoon." Kendall gasped and suddenly looked down. "That's what I thought," Gina said, a smile in her voice. "Seriously, I like the taste as much as the feel. I mean, this is gonna sound weird, but when I taste another girl, it makes me tingle and all." "What's it like?" Kendall asked. "The tingling?" "No... the taste. I've tasted it before, when Paul's kissed me, but I guess I never really paid attention. So, what's it like when you... um... you know?" "When I lick your pussy?" Gina asked impishly. "Gina!" Kendall hissed. "Well, that's what I'm doing." "But do you have to say it that way?" Kendall asked. "She could say muff diving," I interjected. "Eating fur pie," Gina added. "Box licking." "French culture." "Slit licking." "Carpet--" "Okay!" Kendall cried. "I give up. Eating pussy. I said it, okay?" Gina and I grinned unrepentantly. "So," Kendall asked shyly, "what's it like?" "Your lips, the lower ones, I mean, are warm, and smooth on the inside," Gina said. "And your pubic hair tickles a little, like something brushing my face lightly, but I forget about that as soon as I get my first taste." "What's it taste like?" Kendall asked. "It's hard to describe, really. I mean, if you had to describe it, what's Paul's come taste like?" "Yeah, I see what you mean." "So it's kinda like that," Gina said, nodding. "I mean, what can I compare it to?" She shrugged. "It's... tangy... and maybe a little salty too... kinda sweet, but not too much. But different girls taste different." "What's it like when you... you know... when you lick it?" Gina described the sensations of licking a hard clit, the feeling of flicking her tongue up under the protective hood. While Gina was talking, Kendall lay down and propped herself on one elbow. With a grin that only Gina could see, I lay behind her and scooted close. As Gina described what it was like to suck the inner lips, I felt Kendall reach back. I guided her hand to my burgeoning erection and she began stroking it. "And there's this little spot," Gina said, "that's right inside your pussy, I don't know what it's called, but--" "I think it's the g-spot," Kendall said excitedly, leaning forward. She never relinquished her grip on my manhood, however. "The what?" "It's the g-spot," Kendall repeated. "I've read about it, but I never really realized where it was." "I know where it is," I whispered in her ear. "He does," Gina said. "And I do too." Then Gina went on to describe how she liked to insert two fingers into a girl and gently press that inner spot, the g-spot. "I kinda like it too," Kendall said bashfully. "It feels really good when I stick my fingers in," Gina said. "It's all warm and tight, but soft and smooth. Except for being able to hit that spot, the g-spot, I like Paul's dick better, since it's thicker." "Mmmmm, me too," Kendall said dreamily. I quietly reached behind me and groped for one of the rubbers. I tore it open with my teeth and then pulled my dick out of Kendall's grasp. She moaned softly while I fumbled and tried to roll the recalcitrant sheath over my erection. When I finally got it situated, I lifted Kendall's leg. She reached between her thighs and guided my shaft. I had to move a little, to get the right angle, but my crown was soon pressing against her labia. She held herself open for me as I gently probed her opening. Gina grinned as she watched me slowly slide my cock into Kendall, who merely whimpered as I stretched her tight opening. I got the first few inches inside her and then stopped. She rolled her shoulders to the blanket and I leaned in to kiss her as I slid my cock back a little. Her breathing grew ragged as I slowly worked myself into her snug pussy. Gina didn't want to be left out, so she lay facing Kendall, sixty-nine fashion. Kendall sighed softly when she felt Gina's hot breath on her pussy. Gina was careful to keep her lips and tongue away from the foul- tasting latex of my rubber, but she had more than enough room to lick and suck Kendall's clit. While I slowly spread her open with my cock, Gina licked her pussy. Between us, Kendall whimpered softly and sought my lips with her own. Gina slowly worked herself toward release, fingering her own pussy while she ate Kendall. I gripped Kendall's hip for leverage and then fucked her with measured, steady strokes. Surprisingly, Gina came first, shuddering and crying out softly. Since I'd already come several times during the day, and since the rubber decreased some of the sensations, Kendall came before I did. As usual, she was nearly silent. Her internal muscles clenched and she arched her back in ecstasy. I plowed into her, speeding my pace and forcing myself into her gripping pussy. In only a few moments, I arched my back and filled the rubber. Afterward, we all lay entangled and panting for several minutes. Then Gina suggested we take a swim to cool off. We picked up our blanket and walked around to the lounge chairs. On a whim, I left the rubber on my slowly shrinking member, which felt a little funny. When we set our towels down, I stripped it off and carefully tucked it back into the foil wrapper. I tossed it into one of the trashcans on the shore and then returned to the girls. We waded into the shockingly cold water and slowly swam out to the center of the lake. Once there, we all floated on our backs and gazed up at the stars. There was a new moon out, so it didn't overpower the motes of light filling the sky. Despite the chill of the water, it was extremely relaxing. Reluctantly, we swam back to shore and walked up the hill. I told Gina I'd meet her at my cabin and then walked Kendall home. As we kissed goodnight, outside the circle of light from her camper, she led my fingers to the bauble at the end of her waist chain. "This is the chain that binds me to you," she said. "As long as I wear this, you'll always own my heart. And I don't ever plan to take it off." I kissed her again and her tongue darted into my mouth. When I cupped her ass, she ground her hips against me. Despite the fact that I'd already come several times, I felt my penis stir. "Mmmmm," I breathed as we broke the kiss. "The chain also leads to the promised land," I said, repeating my earlier comment. "It leads to _your_ promised land. You'll always be my first." We kissed again, tender and sweet, but we both knew she had to go. For that matter, _I_ had to go. I'd hate to come home late and be grounded right before Gina's last day in camp. "I love you," she whispered. "I love you too. I'll see you tomorrow morning." "Early," she said. "I've... I've got a surprise for you tomorrow." "Oh?" I asked, curious despite the fact that I _needed_ to leave. "It's a surprise, for tomorrow." With that, she kissed me again and then pulled away. I watched until she closed the camper door behind her. Then I ran all the way to my cabin. Once I got there, it was deserted, so I jogged up the hill to the Coulter cabin. My entire family was there, and everyone looked up when I came in. "It's tough with two girlfriends, isn't it son?" my father teased. I don't know if everyone was laughing at his words or my expression. "Well," Gina said, gesturing for me to join her, "_this_ girlfriend thinks he's doing an excellent job." Everyone clapped and whistled good-naturedly as I made my way through the cabin's crowded sitting area. Gina rose from her seat and gestured for me to occupy the chair. I wasn't about to take a seat from a lady (I was raised better than that), but she insisted. "Will you sit _down_, you adorable goof," she demanded, "so I can sit on your lap?" "Oh," I said simply, to an accompaniment of teasing catcalls. Our families talked for almost an hour, despite the fact that it was after midnight. Chris steadfastly refused to answer any questions about his trip, even from his daughters. His meeting went very well, he said, and he'd tell us the rest at the party. I got the feeling that Mom and Dad already knew what his trip had been about, and they seemed curiously excited. When my family finally headed down the hill to our cabin, I was exhausted. I knew I'd have to get up early to get ready for our hike, but I already felt twinges of excitement. My anticipation was tempered with regret, since it would be my last day with Gina, but we'd known this day was coming. I silently vowed to start persuading my parents to let me travel to Charleston as soon as I could. It wouldn't be soon enough, but I didn't know what else I could do. I thought about it for a while, but I just didn't see how I'd be able to see Gina more than once a month, if that. We could spend more time together during Christmas break, but I didn't know if it would be enough for either of us. Also, I worried about how we would both stay faithful. She, at least, would have Lisa, Kara, and Leah as outlets. I would have... my right hand. Somehow, that just didn't seem fair. Worse, I wanted to spend time with Kendall, but traveling to see both of them would quickly run me ragged. With an effort of will I curtailed that line of thinking and pulled the sheet up to my chin. Finally, I drifted off to sleep. ----- Copyright (c) 2003 Nick Scipio. 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