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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
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                       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.

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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.

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