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Author: Nick Scipio
Title: Summer Camp - Book 2: Gina
Part: Chapter 33
Universe: Summer Camp
Summary: Coming-of-age story about a teenager whose family spends 
their summer vacations at a nudist camp.
Keywords: mf, mff, mf+, mF, teen, oral, anal, caution
Revision: 1.5
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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.

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 
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Summer Camp - Book 2: Gina
by Nick Scipio

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

In the months since Christmas, Gina and I had grown closer. She 
didn't get possessive and she didn't turn petulant when things 
didn't go her way. I think it was because we could have sex on a 
regular basis. It certainly wasn't like being together for a 
month (or less) over the summer.

Instead, Gina knew that if we didn't have sex one day, we could 
still get together the following day. So she relaxed and we 
talked a lot more, instead of simply fucking like bunnies. She 
was still selfish sometimes, and she occasionally treated me like 
an object, but she was apologetic when I pointed it out to her. 
She genuinely seemed to want to improve.

We got together with Heather a few more times and finally talked 
the blonde girl into going nude in the hot tub. She had a cute 
patch of dark blonde pubic hair and a gorgeous, full ass. Gina 
told me that the few times she tried to do anything sexual with 
Heather, the blonde girl balked. Instead, Heather wanted to learn 
how to give a blowjob. When Gina told me, I offered to provide 
the practice equipment.

"Heather was hoping you would," Gina said, grinning unabashedly.

"And you?" I asked.

"I was hoping you would too."

"Oh?"

"Mmm hmm," she said, nodding. "I can't wait to see her lips 
wrapped around you."

A few days later, Gina, Heather, and I gathered at the Coulter 
house. It was a Saturday, and Elizabeth and Leah were out 
shopping with Mom and Erin. They were going to see a movie as 
well. Gina's father was in New York City on a business trip, so 
we'd have the house to ourselves for the entire afternoon.

Ostensibly, Heather was there to work on an English paper, but we 
were more interested in chemistry: _sexual_ chemistry. We dropped 
our books on the kitchen table and then immediately headed toward 
the hot tub. Once there, Heather shed her clothes and slipped 
into the water. Then she watched as I took my time removing my 
clothes. Gina merely grinned, slipped out of her clothes, and 
stepped into the water with her friend.

Once I was nude, I sat on the edge of the tub, my legs dangling 
in the water. The sun was shining and the day was pleasantly warm. 
It was still a little chilly, but not so much that I minded. 
Almost casually, I fondled my limp member. Then I made eye 
contact with Heather. She looked nervous, but excited.

"Are you sure it's all right?" she asked.

I nodded.

She looked nervously at Gina. "Are you sure?"

I tried not to smirk as Gina hid her enthusiasm.

"I'm sure," she said instead, keeping her expression serious.

Since Heather was still a little timid, I decided to slow things 
down. "Why don't I just sit here for a while," I suggested. "And 
you can just look at it. Would that be okay?"

Gratefully, the blonde nodded.

When she leaned forward slightly, I flexed my buttocks and made 
my penis twitch. She jerked back as if scalded, but quickly 
recovered. She blushed when she saw me grinning.

"You can touch it, if you want," I said.

Tentatively, she reached out, glancing up at me as she did. I 
reassured her with a smile and she returned her concentration to 
my dick. She'd seen it before, but she had never _studied_ it. 
Her expression was rapt, and I toyed with the idea of startling 
her again. I decided against it, since she was already nervous 
enough.

"What if your mom comes home early?" she asked, suddenly pulling 
back and turning to Gina.

"She won't," Gina said. "They're going to the matinee movie. They 
won't be home 'til after six."

Heather licked her lips and then nodded.

"So go ahead," Gina continued, "touch him. He likes it."

Heather smiled shyly and then reached for me again. As soon as 
her fingertips touched the soft glans, she pulled back. Then she 
mustered her courage and touched me again, trailing her fingers 
along my shaft.

"It's getting harder," she said.

"It's because he likes it," Gina said. "I told you he would."

Heather merely nodded and returned her attention to my manhood. 
Then she gripped my shaft, squeezing gently as it filled with 
blood. Tentatively, she stroked me, the loose skin sliding along 
the hardening tissue beneath.

"That feels good," I reassured her. "Keep doing that."

Obediently, she kept stroking me. When I reached full erection, 
she leaned closer.

"Wrap your fingers around it," I said. "Here, like this." I 
showed her how to grip me.

 From behind Heather, Gina flashed me a brilliant white smile.

"Do you like how it feels?" Gina asked her friend.

Heather nodded and kept stroking me. Her grip was hesitant and 
slack, but she was growing more confident.

Gina slid forward and started telling the blonde girl about my 
cock: what felt good, which parts were sensitive, how I liked to 
be squeezed and stroked. Heather paid attention, but her eyes 
were riveted to my erection. At Gina's suggestion, the busty 
blonde started fondling my balls.

"Oh, yeah," I said. "That's nice." Then I groaned semi-
theatrically. "You're a natural."

"I am?" Heather asked, excited.

"Mmm hmm. Just keep playing with my balls." I leaned back and 
propped myself up with my arms. While Heather stroked me with 
increasing confidence, I made appreciative noises. What she was 
doing felt good--not great--but I knew she needed the 
encouragement.

"Do you wanna kiss it?" Gina asked Heather after several minutes 
of stroking.

I opened my eyes and looked down at the two girls.

"Is that what I should do next?" the blonde asked.

Gina nodded.

Heather glanced at me nervously and then leaned forward. I spread 
my legs wider. Her kiss was soft and hesitant, right on the tip 
of my erection.

"That felt nice," I said. "Thanks."

Her face lit up with a smile, her blue eyes sparkling as her 
cheeks turned pink.

"Do you want to kiss it again?"

She nodded.

"Open your mouth when you do," I suggested. "Just a little."

She did, her lips lingering on my glans.

"Did you like that?"

"Uh-huh. It doesn't taste bad or anything."

"Suck on the head," Gina suggested.

Gaining confidence, Heather wrapped her lips around the crown and 
sucked gently. With Gina quietly coaching her, the blonde girl 
started using her tongue to tease the underside of my glans. Then 
she opened her lips and slowly engulfed more of my shaft. She 
could only take about two inches, but I let her know how good it 
felt.

As her self-assurance grew, she started moving her lips back and 
forth. Her teeth grazed me a few times, but Gina noticed and 
quietly gave her a few pointers. At Gina's suggestion, Heather 
wrapped her fingers around my shaft and started stroking me as 
she sucked.

For her first blowjob, she was doing fine. Her teeth scraped my 
shaft a few more times, but I kept up a patter of encouraging 
words and happy moans. Gina could tell I was slightly 
exaggerating things, but I don't think Heather figured it out.

"Oh, God," I groaned, "you're gonna make me come." I wasn't 
really getting close, but I could tell that her jaw was getting 
tired. Gina could suck me for thirty minutes at a time, but 
Heather didn't have that kind of stamina. Yet. So I gently pushed 
her hand out of the way and wrapped my own fingers around my 
shaft. "Do you want to swallow?" I asked.

Heather pulled back and licked her saliva-shiny lips. "It just 
tastes salty, right?" she asked Gina.

"It tastes great," Gina said, nodding. "I love the taste of his 
come."

"You said he shoots a lot, right?"

Gina nodded again. "But it's not gallons or anything. You might 
have to swallow a couple of times, but it's not that much."

While Gina assuaged Heather's fears, I kept stroking my shaft, 
building myself toward release. Heather asked Gina questions 
about what it was like when I came; she seemed to be worried 
about the amount more than the taste.

"Can you just shoot a little?" she asked me.

I chuckled and shook my head as I continued stroking. "It doesn't 
really work like that. I can't really turn it on and off, like a 
faucet."

"Yeah," she said, shrugging. "I want to taste it, but I don't 
wanna get too much in my mouth and gag or something. I mean... you 
know."

"Yeah. Why don't I spurt once or twice in your mouth and then you 
can pull back. Gina can swallow the rest."

Gina's eyes lit up at the prospect.

"I mean, some might hit you in the face," I continued, glancing 
back at Heather, "but just keep your eyes closed and you'll be 
cool."

"I'm sorry," Heather said. "I just don't wanna get too much. I'm 
not sure I can swallow your... um... your stuff. You know. Is that 
okay?"

I nodded. "I'm pretty worked up, so that's probably a good idea. 
I mean, your lips and tongue felt really good, especially for 
your first time."

Positive reinforcement--Pavlov would be proud.

Then I closed my legs to let the girls move closer. Heather's 
buoyant breasts pressed against my left leg as she leaned forward. 
Then Gina moved close, her breasts pressing against my right leg. 
Almost casually, Gina put her hand on Heather's arm. I shared a 
knowing smile with Gina and continued stroking myself. After a 
minute, I got Heather's attention.

"Would you suck the head?" I suggested. "That felt really nice."

"It did?"

"Uh-huh. And you look really cute when you're sucking me," I 
added.

She blushed and quickly locked her lips around my shaft. I warned 
her when I was about to come, and she looked up nervously. The 
first spurt must've been a lot more than she expected, because 
she jerked back in surprise. The next spurt landed on her cheek 
and chin.

Gina lunged forward as I shifted my aim. When her lips wrapped 
around my girth, I moaned softly. Two more spurts filled her 
mouth and then my climax dwindled. She greedily swallowed and 
then replaced my hand with hers, hoping to squeeze more semen 
from my shaft.

As Gina sucked, I turned to look at Heather. She glanced up at me 
and then closed her mouth, swallowing the small pool of white 
semen. With my left hand, I cupped her cheek, using my thumb to 
wipe the errant trail of sperm. While she paused to consider what 
my semen tasted like, I unobtrusively wiped my thumb on my towel. 
Gina would have greedily licked it clean, but I don't think 
Heather was ready for that yet.

Since I didn't get soft, Gina kept sucking me. I was more than 
happy to let her. I gestured for Heather to sit next to me on the 
edge of the tub, which she did. Her body was warm from the water, 
and she felt good next to me. I wrapped my arm around her and 
leaned in to kiss her. She eagerly responded against me.

"Thank you," I said, when we broke the kiss.

She licked her lips, opened her eyes, then smiled shyly.

When she looked into my eyes, I said, "And any guy who won't kiss 
you after you've sucked him off isn't worth another blowjob."

She blushed and lowered her gaze.

"You did real well," I said, "especially for your first time. Did 
you like it?"

"Yeah. I think I see why Gina talks about it all the time."

I nodded. Then I pulled her close and kissed her again. She 
responded instantly, pressing her ample breasts against my side. 
I turned her body slightly and started fondling her breast, 
teasing her nipple. In between kisses, she panted with growing 
passion.

"Later," I said, "we can go to Gina's room."

Heather nodded, leaning forward to kiss me again.

I dropped my hand from her breast and let it rest on her thigh. 
As I resumed kissing her, I moved my hand up her thigh and gently 
parted her legs. When she didn't protest, I slid my hand higher, 
finding her steamy pussy.

"In Gina's room," I said, teasing Heather's outer labia with my 
fingertips, "I'll go down on you." I found her clit and circled 
it with my thumb. "Would you like that?"

"Oh, God," she panted. "Yes."

We continued kissing as I teased her pussy. Between my legs, Gina 
was trying to swallow me whole. With steady pressure on the spot 
behind my balls, she brought me to the point of no return. I 
groaned into Heather's mouth as I emptied my second load down 
Gina's throat.

When I came to my senses, I suggested we go inside. We picked up 
our clothes, but didn't even bother putting them on before we 
raced across the short distance between the hot tub's privacy 
hedge and the back porch. Once inside, we immediately headed for 
Gina's room.

There, I directed Heather onto the bed and then turned to Gina. 
She flowed into my arms and I kissed her. Then I brought my right 
hand to her lips, letting her taste Heather's juices. Gina 
eagerly sucked my fingers, closing her eyes and savoring the 
flavor.

"I promised Heather I'd go down on her," I said. "Do you want me 
to take care of you first?"

Gina shook her head. "I want to watch. Besides," she said, "I 
want you inside me." Then she reached between us and grasped my 
flaccid length. "You won't be ready for a while."

I nodded in agreement. When I turned to Heather, I had to stifle 
a chuckle. She looked horny, nervous, desperate, and shy, all at 
once. As I moved next to her, Gina sat on the other side. 
Tentatively, I put my hand on the blonde girl's calf.

She didn't flinch, so I slid my hand higher. Our eyes met and she 
smiled, a shy, excited smile. I continued moving my hand up her 
leg, caressing the back of her knee. She shuddered and closed her 
eyes. With slow, gentle touches, I persuaded her to lie back and 
relax. When my fingers found her moist sex, she gasped. I started 
to remove my hand, but she quickly covered it with her own.

"Don't stop," she breathed.

I bent my head to suckle her nipple and continued teasing her 
fleshy labia, parting them with my fingers and rubbing my thumb 
over her hooded clit. When I gently rolled the little pearl 
between thumb and forefinger, she gasped in pleasure.

I took my time with her, building her up. Her pussy reluctantly 
opened when I first slid my finger into her, but she begged me to 
keep going. While Gina watched--playing with herself as she did--
I kissed and caressed Heather, working her into a frenzy.

Then I moved between her legs and used my lips and tongue to 
continue what my fingers had begun. I parted her damp pubic hair 
with my nose, inhaling her virginal, fresh aroma. When I kissed 
her arousal-swollen pussy, she moaned and clutched at my head.

Using long licks, teasing the sensitive area between her inner 
and outer labia, I drove her higher. She cried out as I wrapped 
my lips around her clit. Then I flicked my tongue under the 
protective hood. With my hands, I held her legs apart and began 
buzzing my lips against her clit. As I did, she gasped and moaned 
in ecstasy, her orgasm building.

When I finally pushed her over the edge, she shuddered and bucked 
her hips against my face and softly cried out. I held on and 
flicked my tongue against her clit, driving my finger inside her, 
feeling her muscles spasm. With a heaving, trembling sigh, she 
went limp.

I looked up, turned to Gina, and grinned. "I think she liked it," 
I said.

Instead of answering me, Gina simply leaned forward and kissed me, 
tasting the other girl's juices on my lips. When Gina and I 
separated, Heather moaned softly as an aftershock coursed through 
her body. Using my resurgent erection for leverage, Gina pulled 
me from between Heather's legs.

"God, you make me so hot," she whispered. "Every time I see you 
with your face between another girl's legs, I get all wet."

I reached between her legs and rubbed a finger over her slippery 
labia. She was open and _very_ ready. With a hungry grin, I moved 
between her legs.

"I can't wait to feel you inside me," Gina breathed.

"Do you want me to leave?" Heather asked quietly.

At the sound of her voice, I looked up and immediately had to 
stifle a grin; she was trying not to stare at us. As I tried to 
compose myself--I didn't want to embarrass her--I hovered between 
Gina's spread, up-thrust knees, my erection poised at her opening.

"Do you want me to leave?" Heather repeated. "I can go, if you 
want some privacy."

"Do you _want_ to?" I asked.

She blushed, but didn't reply.

"You can watch, if you want," I said.

Gina reached down and started gently squeezing my erection. Her 
grip was firm and insistent.

"I can?" Heather asked.

"Do you want to?"

Once again, she blushed. But this time, she nodded as well.

With a barely suppressed grin, I told her she could stay. Then I 
turned my attention back to Gina. I lowered my hips and she set 
the bulbous head of my dick at her opening. With gentle pressure, 
I eased into her. She closed her eyes and savored the feeling as 
my girth spread her open. When I bottomed out, she groaned deep 
in her throat.

With that, I began thrusting, making sure Heather had a good view 
of my cock pistoning into Gina. Gina was hot and very wet, and 
soon began lifting her hips to meet my thrusts. For only a moment, 
our thrusts were out of synch, but we quickly settled into a 
comfortable rhythm.

She ran her hands over my arms and shoulders, urging me to pump 
her harder. Then she trailed her fingers over my ribs and down my 
flanks, clutching at my thrusting hips. When I looked at Heather, 
her eyes were glued to where Gina's and my bodies were joined.

I pushed myself back on my haunches, the tip of my erection still 
spreading Gina open. Then I ran my hands over her thighs, teasing 
her hot skin with gentle caresses. When I began thrusting again, 
her chest and face flushed a darker shade. With a low moan, she 
closed her eyes and moistened her lips.

I teased her clit with my left hand, using my thumb to draw small 
circles around it. Her nostrils flared as she inhaled sharply. I 
took my time with her, making sure she enjoyed herself, and 
making sure to put on a good show for Heather.

After several minutes, I pulled out. Gina's eyes popped open, but 
she quickly realized what I wanted. With a wry grin, she flipped 
her leg over me and rolled to her side. Then she rose on all 
fours and flipped her hair back. With a sultry expression, she 
glanced at me over her shoulder. I scooted forward, set my rod at 
her opening, and entered her from behind.

It was one of her favorite positions--my dick bumped into her 
inner spot with each thrust--and she quickly began panting and 
whimpering in pleasure. I increased my pace, my hips slapping 
into her round ass. She hung her head and moaned softly, 
thrusting back at me with each stroke.

When I felt her pussy start to spasm, I reached around her hip 
and teased her clit. With my fingertips, I put pressure on the 
base, gently pressing and releasing, driving her toward her 
climax.

When she came, she tensed up and cried out, arching her back. I 
kept thrusting, my fingers dancing over the sensitive pearl at 
the top of her slit. Her pussy spasmed and clutched at me. She 
moaned again, deep in the throes of her orgasm, and I slammed 
into her a final time. Her climax washed over her, her body 
quivering with pleasure. When her orgasm subsided, she hung her 
head and panted, her back heaving as she drew shuddering breaths.

I started to thrust again, but she practically lunged forward; 
her pussy was too sensitive. In a blur of motion, she spun around 
and wrapped her lips around my slippery shaft. With one hand 
wrapped around the base, she jerked me off, flicking her tongue 
against the head.

In a few moments, I came, semen gushing over her tongue as she 
moaned and swallowed. She massaged my balls, hoping to squeeze 
more semen from them. With the pleasure of my orgasm still 
tingling along my nerves, I sank back on my haunches, panting.

"Wow," Heather said. "That was _so_ cool."

"Mmmmm," Gina sighed. "Yeah." Then she languidly rolled to her 
back. "You should try it."

Heather quickly shook her head.

"You'll like it," Gina said.

I recognized Heather's apprehension, but I don't think Gina did. 
"It's okay," I said, interrupting Gina. "You don't have to if you 
don't want to."

Heather breathed a sigh of relief, but Gina tensed up.

"You can when you're ready," I said.

"I dunno if I'll ever be ready," Heather said. "I mean, I want to, 
but..."

I arched my eyebrows.

She blushed.

"What?" Gina asked, rolling to her stomach. "You told me you 
wanted to."

"I know," Heather said quickly. "It's just..."

"Just what?" Gina asked, a touch of exasperation in her voice.

"Isn't Paul's... um... dick... pretty big?" Heather ventured. "I dunno
if it'll fit."

"It'll fit," I said with a laugh. "But we'd have to go slow the 
first time." She was genuinely anxious, but Gina seemed 
determined to talk the blonde girl into having sex with me. So I 
decided to forestall the conversation; Heather wasn't ready, and 
Gina would only get frustrated when she didn't get her way. 
"C'mon," I said before either girl could say anything, "let's get 
cleaned up and at least _look_ like we're working on our English 
paper."

-----

Heather really _wasn't_ ready to have sex yet. She was worried 
about not being on the pill, about the pain, and about countless 
other things. But she definitely liked watching Gina and me have 
sex. She liked giving me blowjobs, and she liked it when I went 
down on her. But more importantly, she knew I was discreet, so 
she didn't have to worry about getting a bad reputation.

In school, she was as demure as ever, but when she came over to 
Gina's house, she was almost a different person. She was 
enthusiastic and eager to explore (within her limits). Slowly, 
Gina and I also started working on her aversion to girl-girl sex. 
Her Midwestern values were at odds with her growing desire. 
Surprisingly, Gina was patient and didn't try to force the issue.

The one thing I initially worried about was Heather becoming 
attached to me or falling in love. Thankfully, she only wanted to 
be friends. She realized how committed I was to Gina, but that 
didn't have anything to do with her desire to remain only friends.

I asked Gina about it once, and she told me that Heather said I 
wasn't her type. Heather liked me as a friend, but as far as she 
was concerned, I wasn't boyfriend material. I guess she thought 
of me as someone she could fool around with whenever she wanted, 
and I was more than happy with that relationship. And since 
Heather was beginning to see the possibilities of girl-girl sex, 
Gina was happy too. Impatient, but happy.

-----

For spring break, Gina and Leah were going to visit their 
grandparents in Richmond, Virginia, so I made plans to fly up to 
Knoxville. Kendall's spring break was the week before mine, but 
she said she could afford to skip one or two classes and spend a 
few days with me. We'd be together from Saturday till mid-
Wednesday.

Bridget even offered to let us use her car and her family's cabin 
in the mountains. Kendall and I would have almost five days to 
ourselves. She was looking forward to it as much as I was.

During one of our phone conversations, shortly before our spring 
break together, I mentioned Heather. Kendall immediately 
discerned that Gina and I were fooling around with the blonde. In 
bits and pieces, she dragged the story out of me. I think she 
could hear in my voice that I wasn't in love with Heather, and 
that seemed to satisfy her.

Once I realized Kendall wasn't upset that Heather was giving me 
blowjobs, I told her more about the relationship. She confirmed 
my suspicions about the blonde girl; I _was_ merely a good friend.

"You're her blowjob buddy," Kendall teased.

"You're not upset?" I asked.

"Maybe a little," she said, "but not really. Not when I think 
about it rationally, at least. My initial reaction is 'No, no, 
no! I want you all to myself.'" Then she laughed. "But then I 
calm down. I know the difference between love and sex. There are 
only two women you love."

"Three," I corrected.

"Yeah, Susan. But she's a special case. You don't love her like 
you love Gina and me."

"Yeah."

"Besides, I've known you were having sex with other women."

"Yeah. But that doesn't bother you?"

"Sometimes it does," she said, and I could almost hear her shrug. 
"But I know you love me," she continued, "and I know I'm not 
going to lose you to Heather."

"True."

"And I know how Gina is."

"What d'you mean?" I asked.

"Do you think it's a coincidence that Heather's a _lot_ like 
Lisa?"

"No," I said in sudden realization.

"Uh-huh. Gina likes sex, and she usually has a best friend who's 
a lot like her. But she's not going to be best friends with a 
girl who's going to be competition."

I found myself nodding as Kendall spoke.

"So I'm not worried about you having sex with Heather," she 
continued, "as long as you're careful."

"Oh, I will be," I said distractedly.

"Good. I don't want anything bad to happen to you. You're too 
smart for that."

"Thanks."

"And if anything _did_ happen, I'd never forgive you," she said, 
teasing me. "Because then you wouldn't be able to ravish me."

"Oh?"

"Mmm hmm," she said, almost timidly. "I was thinking..."

"Yes?"

"When you come up for spring break, I want you to do something."

"Uh-huh?"

"I... I want you to tie me up and... um..."

Even though her roommate was gone, I heard her cup her hand 
around the phone mouthpiece.

"I want you to... um... rape me."

"You want me to _what?_"

"Not for real," she said hastily. "Just for fun. We'll have the 
cabin to ourselves, and I've been there. The nearest neighbor is 
about a half-mile away. So you could... um... you know... tie me up
and 
do whatever you want."

"I dunno."

"Oh, Paul, please. I want you to. I want you to... to rape me."

"Not for real, right?"

"Oh, no. Just for play. But I really, really want you to."

"Okay," I said softly. "I think I can do that."

"Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you, Paul. I love you so much. 
I'll make it worth your while."

"Of course you will," I said roguishly. "You'll be tied up."

"Paul!" my mom called from the kitchen. "Dinner!"

"You'd better go," Kendall said.

"Yeah. I love you."

"I love you too," she said. "And... thanks. For understanding 
about... you know."

"You're welcome. Thank _you_ for understanding. About Heather and 
everything else. I really don't know what I'd do if I didn't have 
you," I said sincerely.

"Oh, Paul," she whispered. "You don't know how good that makes me 
feel."

"I mean it. I'd be lost without you."

"I love you," she said. "Now go eat. You've got to be healthy and 
strong when you ravish me."

"Oh, don't worry. I will be. And I love you, too. Bye."

"Bye."

-----

In Atlanta, before my flight boarded, the gate agent talked to 
the flight's head stewardess and they upgraded me to first class. 
They knew I was flying to Knoxville to see my girlfriend, and I 
was beginning to figure out that a lot of women had a soft spot 
for romantic guys. I didn't _mean_ to get upgraded to first class 
when I talked to the agent; it was just a lucky break.

Since I flew stand-by, I had to check in an hour before departure. 
As a result, I usually ended up chatting with the gate agents and 
stewardesses. Dad would say that being polite is its own reward, 
but I certainly got enough _other_ rewards to make it worthwhile, 
even if it hadn't made me feel good in the first place.

When the plane came to a stop at the gate in Knoxville, the head 
stewardess, Bonnie, asked me to wait to disembark. Evidently, the 
flight crew had a layover in town. When the captain and first 
officer came out of the cockpit, carrying their jackets and Jepps 
cases, they glanced at me.

"You're David Hughes's son?" the captain asked.

"Yes, sir," I said, shaking his proffered hand. "Paul Hughes."

"I'm Art Maxwell," he said. Then he pointed to his co-pilot. 
"This is Stu Pfefferman. We both know your dad."

"It's nice to meet you," I said.

"Bonnie tells us you're meeting your girlfriend," Art said.

"Yes, sir."

"Sir? I'm Art," he said, pointing to himself. "This is Stu." Then 
he grinned at me. "When you say 'sir,' I think I'm back in the 
Air Force."

"God forbid," Stu teased. "That's just what this country needs, 
more half-crazed pilots with missiles."

"Mud mover," Art said to the first officer, winking at me as he 
did.

"Fighter puke," Stu replied without heat.

The two of them continued hurling epithets as we walked up the 
jetway. Bonnie merely grinned at me and shook her head. Then she 
introduced the other two stewardesses, Marybeth and Grace.

When we reached the concourse, I almost laughed when I saw 
Kendall. She looked beautiful, but she also looked frantic. As 
soon as she saw me, she ran toward me, her relief evident.

"Oh, my goodness," she said, hugging me tight. "When all those 
people got off the plane and I didn't see you, I thought you 
weren't coming."

When she pulled back, I grinned at her. She was wearing a blue 
wrap-around dress that clung to her curves and matched her eyes. 
Her hair was pinned back on one side, and someone had obviously 
helped her do it. She was also wearing subtle eye shadow and lip 
gloss.

"Jeez, Paul," Art said. "_This_ is your girlfriend?"

"D'you miss the days when you were young and good-looking, Art?" 
Stu asked. "And had beautiful girls waiting for _you?_"

"I'm still young and good-looking," Art said, trying to sound 
injured, "and I still have beautiful girls waiting for me."

"Well, one out of three isn't bad," Stu said, glancing at 
Marybeth.

For her part, Marybeth blushed bright red.

"Gentlemen," Bonnie asked, "are you going to take us out to 
dinner? Or are you going to make us stand here while you play the 
'bigger dick' game?"

Marybeth and Kendall _both_ blushed at that.

"Killjoy," Art said under his breath.

"Spoilsport," Stu muttered.

"What's your name, dear?" Bonnie asked Kendall as we walked down 
the concourse.

I shouldered my carry-on bag and put my arm around Kendall's 
waist. Then I introduced her to the flight crew.

"Would you like to join us for dinner?" Art asked. "The company's 
paying."

"You just don't want to say goodbye to the pretty girl," Stu said.

Kendall blushed when she realized they were talking about her.

"Of course I don't," Art countered.

While they bantered back and forth, I leaned close to Kendall. 
"We don't have to, if you don't want to," I whispered.

"They're fun," she said. Then, "Sure! What the heck."

We decided to eat dinner at the flight crew's hotel. They all 
went upstairs to change clothes while Kendall and I waited in the 
lobby. I told her how beautiful she looked, and how much I was 
looking forward to our time together.

While we ate, Art and Stu tried to outdo each other by telling 
the funniest, raunchiest, most outrageous jokes. I can't remember 
ever laughing so hard. Bonnie rolled her eyes at their antics, 
but she was having as much fun as the rest of us.

We sat and talked with the crew for a while, listening to their 
stories and simply enjoying ourselves. But since Kendall and I 
still had about an hour's drive to the cabin, we thanked the 
flight crew for the meal and took our leave. As we walked out to 
Bridget's car, I put my arm around Kendall and pulled her close.

Before we drove up the mountain to the cabin, we stopped for 
groceries at a little market. Mom and Dad had given me a hundred 
dollars for the weekend. Kendall had saved some of her spending 
money, but I wouldn't let her pay for anything.

"You take care of the cabin rental," I said. "I'll buy the food."

"But the cabin's free," she replied.

"Then you're in luck."

The cabin itself was amazing. It was constructed of heavy log 
timbers, with a steep roof. Perched on the side of the thickly 
forested mountain, it had a great view of the valley below. 
Except for a big satellite dish standing in a cleared area to the 
side of the cabin, it was very rustic-looking. Inside, it was 
actually fairly modern.

"Wow," I said. "Bridget's family must be pretty rich."

"They are. Her family's got lots of old money."

"Then why's she live in the dorms?" I asked.

"You have to," Kendall said. "If you're a freshman and you don't 
live at home, you have to live in the dorm." She shrugged. "It's 
the rule. And since Bridget wanted to join a sorority, she chose 
to live on campus so she'd be close to her sorority sisters."

"Oh."

We chatted as we put away the groceries and then explored the 
house. Upstairs, it had three bedrooms, a large master bath, and 
another full bath. The main level was mostly one big open room, 
with a few partition walls and large log columns supporting the 
second story. The main floor contained a kitchen, half-bath, 
fully stocked wet bar, dining area, and a huge living area--
complete with a pool table at one end and a large sectional couch 
with a big projection TV at the other.

Along the wall facing the valley, it had a large row of doors 
with big plate-glass windows. They all opened onto the deck, 
which spanned the width of the house. Kendall and I took a 
blanket outside and curled up on one of the deck chairs, simply 
enjoying each other's company and gazing at the stars.

"Paul?" she said a little while later.

"Yeah?"

"I still want you to... um... you know..."

Since I had _no_ idea what she was talking about, I waited for 
her to finish. When it became clear that she wasn't going to 
continue, I prompted her, "You want me to...?"

"I want you to... um... you know... rape me," she said.

"I remember," I said.

"You can do anything you want. And I mean _anything_."

"Anything?" I asked, smiling at the possibilities.

"Anything."

"Okay, but we gotta have one rule," I said seriously, thinking 
back to a conversation I'd had with Susan. "You need to have a 
safe word."

"A safe word?"

"A safe word," I repeated. "I mean, I'm basically gonna act like 
a... well... a rapist. So you can struggle and cry out and fight back 
all you want, but I'm not gonna let you go."

She nodded.

"But what happens if I'm really hurting you?" I asked. "Or I do 
something you really, _really_ don't wanna do?"

"Like what?"

"I dunno," I said, shrugging. "I can't think of anything right 
now. But still, what if I hurt you? If you're in pain, or afraid, 
then I need to stop. So you gotta have a safe word. If you use it, 
it means 'for real,' so I'll stop."

"Oh, I get it."

"So, what's a good safe word?" I asked. "Something you'd never 
normally say?"

She thought about it for a moment and then grinned. "Stop?"

"That's not a good safe word," I chided.

"Yeah, I know. I was just having fun." Then she turned thoughtful 
again. "How about 'Cleopatra'?"

"'Cleopatra'? What made you think of her?"

"She was supposed to be really good at giving head."

"You're kidding, right?"

She shook her head. "Seriously, women in ancient Egypt used to 
wear lipstick to advertise their... um... talents. I read somewhere 
that Cleopatra once gave blowjobs to a hundred Roman noblemen in 
one night."

"Wow."

"No kidding. So, I guess I'd never _say_ 'Cleopatra,' unless we 
were talking about her, but I sure think about her a lot."

"Oh you do?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.

"Mmm hmm."

"Well, that's a good safe word. Now," I said, running my hand up 
her leg, "let's talk about this... um..."

"Affinity?" she suggested.

 "Yeah, let's talk about this affinity you have for Cleopatra."

"I could put on some nice red lipstick."

"To advertise your talents?"

"And to mark my territory," she said.

I think we made it inside in record time.

-----

The next night, after dinner, we decided to build a fire. While I 
fetched firewood from the rack on the back deck, she changed 
clothes. When I came inside with the second armload of wood, I 
froze in my tracks. Kendall had pulled her hair into a ponytail 
and was wearing a dark sweatshirt and a pair of panties. That's 
all. The shirt ended at the tops of her thighs, and didn't quite 
cover her panties. When she struck a model pose, my penis 
twitched in anticipation.

"Wow," I said. "You look great."

"Thanks."

"That sweatshirt really shows off your legs."

"That's why I wore it," she said.

For a moment, I simply stood there and admired her. When she 
shivered, I belatedly realized that I was standing in the open 
doorway. "Oh, sorry," I said.

Once I got the fire going, I sat on the couch and Kendall curled 
up next to me with a blanket covering her legs (mostly). It was 
actually very comfortable, but I couldn't keep my mind on my book. 
Instead, I was thinking about what was about to happen.

"I'm gonna get some more firewood," I said. "I'll be right back."

"Okay."

Once outside, I hid in the shadows by the door. I slipped a dark 
ski mask over my head, pocketed the few things I'd hidden with 
the mask, and waited. The night had turned chilly, and after five 
minutes, I began to wish I'd brought a coat. But then the door 
opened and I saw Kendall silhouetted by the light from inside.

"Paul?" she called.

I didn't answer. Since her eyes hadn't adjusted to the darkness, 
she couldn't see me.

"Paul?"

When she stepped outside, I slipped behind her and grabbed her. 
At first, she struggled and tried to cry out, but I was far 
stronger (and I had my hand clamped over her mouth). Even with 
her height, she was no match for my wrestling-honed muscles.

With one hand around her middle and the other still covering her 
mouth, I half-dragged her inside. Then I kicked the door shut. 
She started struggling again, so I picked her up and headed for 
the kitchen. That was a mistake. As soon as her feet left the 
ground, she started kicking. When her erratic movements 
threatened to throw me off balance, I set her down again.

"If you keep this up," I hissed, "you'll regret it. Now, fucking 
settle down."

Instead of submitting, she started struggling again, so I 
clumsily wrestled her to the floor. Once she was facedown with my 
full weight upon her, she stopped thrashing. Then I sat up and 
pulled her arms behind her. She immediately started screaming for 
help.

"Keep screaming," I said over her histrionics. "You know as well 
as I do that the nearest neighbors are a couple of miles away."

At that, she stopped yelling.

"The house up the mountain is empty," I continued, "so scream all 
you like. No one's gonna hear you, and your boyfriend won't wake 
up any time soon."

"What've you done to Paul?"

"Him?" I mocked. "He's out like a light."

"You didn't hurt him, did you?"

"You should probably be worried about what I'm going to do to 
_you_," I said as I pulled a scarf from my back pocket. I'd 
stashed it with the mask, because I knew it would come in handy.

"What are you going to do?" she asked as I tied her hands.

"Nothing you didn't do with your boyfriend last night," I said. 
At her shocked surprise, I continued. "Oh yeah, I was watching. I 
saw you blowing him, with your bright red lips."

"How did you...?"

"And I watched him fuck the hell outta you afterward." Once I 
secured her hands, I slid backward and lifted her sweatshirt over 
her ass.

"What do you want?" she asked, her voice quavering.

"The same thing you gave your boyfriend."

At that point, she started begging me not to rape her. I ignored 
her pleas and took the small pair of scissors from my back pocket. 
Then I unceremoniously cut off her panties.

"Last night, you looked like an Egyptian whore," I said.

At my indirect mention of Cleopatra, she gasped in surprise and 
clenched her buttocks.

"Oh, you like that, do you?" I taunted. "What was her name?"

"Who?" she asked.

"The Egyptian whore."

"She wasn't a whore," she said defiantly. "She was a queen."

"What was this queen's name, then?" I asked.

She remained silent.

I leaned close, the jeans-covered bulge of my erection pressing 
into her bare ass. "Are you going to tell me her name?" I asked, 
my voice deceptively soft.

She shook her head.

"Why not?" I asked. Then I lifted my hips and reached between her 
legs.

She gasped as my fingers found her damp slit.

"She sure makes you wet," I said. "You won't tell me her name?"

"No."

"That's too bad," I said. "'Cause I know all about Cleopatra. She 
gave head like a champ, I hear. Do _you_ know about Cleopatra?" I 
asked softly, as I played with her slippery labia.

Grudgingly, she nodded.

"I thought you would. You looked just like her last night," I 
said. "With your bright red lips wrapped around your boyfriend's 
cock." Then, for almost a minute, I described the blowjob from 
the night before, but from the perspective of someone looking in 
through a window. As I teased her with my words and fingers, her 
pussy grew even wetter.

"Please stop," she finally begged.

"Why?"

"Take whatever you want," she said. "I don't have much money, but 
my purse is--"

"I don't care about money," I said softly, dangerously. "_You're_ 
what I want."

She swallowed audibly.

"Now, let's roll you over and take a look at those tits. Your 
boyfriend sure enjoyed 'em last night. I think I wanna see what 
he likes so much." Then I roughly rolled her onto her back.

When she saw my masked face, her eyes widened in fear and she 
began to plead again.

"Save your breath," I said. "I told you, I'm here for one and 
only one thing: _you_." Then I grasped the bottom edge of her 
sweatshirt and slowly lifted it above her navel.

As I revealed smooth skin, she shivered. Then the underside curve 
of her breasts came into view. With her sweatshirt bunched at her 
chin, her nipples crinkled and hardened in the cool air of the 
cabin.

I reached down and touched her left breast. She flinched at the 
touch, but didn't speak. Then I moved my hand to her right breast 
and lightly tugged on her nipple. She tried not to react, but I 
could easily tell how much she enjoyed it.

"Let's see what else you have here," I said. Then I trailed my 
fingers down her fluttering stomach to the junction of her thighs. 
"Oh, so you shave," I said. "I couldn't tell last night. I'm glad 
I decided to take a closer look."

"Please, why are you doing this?"

"Because I want to," I said, looking her in the eye. "And you 
can't _stop_ me."

"Please, don't," she whispered.

Instead of answering her, I wormed a finger between her slick, 
smooth pussy lips and began to rub her inner folds.

She closed her eyes and tried not to moan.

"You _like_ this, don't you," I said.

She compressed her lips and shook her head.

"Yes, you do. I can feel it," I said, sliding my finger further 
into her.

"Please... please stop." Then she cried out as I tweaked her 
engorged clit with my thumb. "Please don't. If you leave now," 
she said, "I won't tell anyone you were here. I swear."

"I'll leave when I'm ready," I said coolly. "And I won't be ready 
until I've made you beg me to fuck you."

"I never will," she said. "Never."

"Oh," I assured her, "you will. You just don't know it yet."

With that, I picked up the scissors and brandished them in front 
of her face. Then I cut the fabric of the sweatshirt, straight up 
the middle. The cool metal of the scissors touched her skin and 
she flinched. When I finally cut through the thick neckband, I 
flipped the sides of the shirt open, completely exposing her.

As she watched, wide-eyed, I cut the sweatshirt's neck in two 
more places, at the shoulders. Then I rolled her onto her stomach. 
She hissed when her breasts pressed against the cold, hard wood 
of the floor. I straddled her upper thighs and then cut the 
sweatshirt down each sleeve. When I made the last cut, I pulled 
off the remains and tossed them aside. I hated cutting up the 
shirt, but it seemed like the thing to do.

At that point, I stood and looked at her nude, bound, facedown 
figure. Then I stepped toward the couch.

"Where are you going?" she asked nervously.

I ignored her and kicked off my shoes. Then I took off my clothes. 
When I looked over at her, she was watching me nervously. I left 
the ski mask on and then turned to her, my erection swinging 
gently.

"What are you going to do?" she asked, her eyes locked on my 
swollen cock.

"What_ever_ I want," I said. Then I lifted her to her feet and 
dragged her in front of the couch. "Stand here," I said. "Good, 
now bend over." When she didn't move fast enough, I slapped her 
ass. "I said _move!_" To my surprise, she moaned and then 
immediately bent over.

The tip of my hard-on pressed against her inner thigh as I moved 
behind her and loosened the knot in the scarf binding her wrists.

"If you try to run," I said, "I'll catch you, and you'll regret 
it. Do you understand?"

She nodded.

"And even if you _do_ get away, your boyfriend's still here, 
unconscious on the deck. You've got to think about him, too."

Once again, she nodded. With her hands free, she rubbed her 
wrists and started to stand up.

"I didn't tell you to stand up," I said harshly. "Bend over. Put 
your hands on your ass. Pull your cheeks apart."

She immediately complied.

Then I sat down on the couch and pulled her back toward me. 
Between her dangling breasts, she watched me. When I began 
playing with her pussy, she shivered and closed her eyes. Then 
she opened them again and watched my face. As I ran my finger 
along her slippery channel, I started stroking my erection.

Surprisingly, I enjoyed the mounting tension. In her role as the 
victim, she'd never ask me to fuck her, but I was determined to 
break her resolve. I don't know where she came up with this 
fantasy, but I was really enjoying it.

"All right, Cleopatra," I said, "don't move." Then I stood and 
walked over to her purse. When I returned, she was in the same 
position, as ordered. At first, she didn't recognize the slender 
tube I extended to her. "Put it on," I said.

"Why?" she asked nervously.

"Because I told you to, that's why. Now stand up and put it on."

She stood and reached for the tube of bright red lipstick. Then 
she took a deep breath.

"Yeah," I said, "you know what's coming. Don't you?"

She remained mute.

"_Don't_ you?" I prompted.

Instead of speaking, she merely nodded.

"Say it."

She shook her head.

"_Say_ it."

"You're going to make me suck you."

"I'm going to make you suck my _cock_," I said. "Now put on the 
lipstick, Cleopatra."

"Please don't call me that," she said, but her heart wasn't in it. 
I could tell by the way her breathing skipped a beat when I said 
"Cleopatra."

"Put... it... on," I said again. With the bright red lipstick on her 
lips, it was all I could do not to tell her to drop to her knees 
and suck me. Instead, I sat on the couch, my erection pointing 
straight up. "Now," I said, "kneel in front of me."

She took a hesitant step toward me.

"Do it!"

She knelt between my legs, her eyes on my cock.

I think she expected me to order her to suck me. Instead, I 
started stroking myself.

When the first drop of pre-come oozed out, she unconsciously 
licked her lips.

"Play with your tits," I said.

She shook her head.

I snapped my fingers to get her attention and then held her gaze. 
"Do you want to find out what'll happen if you _don't_ do it?" I 
asked.

Meekly, she shook her head and looked away. Then she tweaked and 
gently tugged her nipples. The whole time, her eyes were glued to 
my erection.

"Do you want to suck me?" I asked.

Still playing her role, she shook her head.

"Suit yourself," I said indifferently. "But if you're not going 
to suck me, get on your back."

Her eyes widened.

"Get on your back and spread your legs," I said. "I want you to 
spread that shaved pussy for me."

"It's not _for_ you," she said.

"I don't care _who_ it's for," I said dispassionately. "But it's 
mine now, and I want to see you play with it."

Feigning reluctance, she lay on her back and spread her legs.

"Play with it!"

She reach down and tentatively ran her finger over her mons.

"I said play with it, not tease it," I ordered.

She immediately started rubbing her fingers in small circles 
around her clit. After several minutes, she started rocking her 
hips. Then she looked at me, her eyes pleading.

"Are you ready for me to fuck you?" I asked.

"Never," she said.

"Suit yourself."

Despite her words, her eyes never left my dick. As she fingered 
herself, she hungrily watched me jerk off.

"Get on your knees," I said at last. When she hesitated, I stood. 
"I said get on your knees. Kneel in front of me, Cleopatra."

Her eyes sparkled with anticipation as she eyed my erection. When 
she sat up and got to her knees, she licked her lips.

"Keep playing with yourself," I ordered. Then, much to her 
surprise, I started stroking myself instead of telling her to 
suck me.

Her hand dropped to her pussy and she sighed with a mixture of 
frustration and pleasure. When I stepped forward, she looked up 
hopefully, but then quickly suppressed the emotion.

I continued stroking myself and reached down to cup her breast. 
She whimpered when I teased her nipple. Then I rubbed the semen-
slick head of my dick on her cheek. Her nostrils flared as she 
inhaled the scent of my manhood.

"If you want to suck my cock," I said, "just ask."

She pursed her lips and shook her head.

"Okay," I said mildly. "But I don't know how long I'll last."

She rigidly held herself in check, and I almost smiled as I 
realized the internal battle she must have been waging. On one 
hand, she was the victim of an intruder and she'd never willingly 
submit. But on the other, she almost desperately wanted to suck 
my dick. Watching the struggle was incredibly arousing. Finally, 
she compressed her lips into a defiant line and shook her head.

"Keep playing with your pussy," I told her. Then I rubbed my cock 
over her face, leaving a glistening trail of pre-come.

Her nostrils flared again and she opened her mouth, her red lips 
glistening in the reflected firelight.

"Are you ready to suck me?"

Once again, she shook her head and then closed her mouth.

A few minutes later, I felt my orgasm building. She must've 
sensed it too, because when I increased the pace of my stroking, 
her eyes popped open and suddenly focused on my dick.

"Do you want to suck me?" I asked.

She shook her head.

"You don't want to wrap your lips around my cock and let it fill 
your mouth?" I asked, tormenting her.

"No," she whispered.

"Then close your eyes," I ordered.

Reluctantly, she obeyed.

Then, with a low groan, I aimed my cock at her face and erupted. 
The first spurt arced out and splashed against her cheek. She 
flinched, but didn't pull away. The next spurt landed on her nose 
and forehead, barely missing her closed right eye. The third 
spurt coated her lips and chin, while the final gush landed on 
her chest. When I shook my cock, drops flew off, spattering her 
neck and chest.

As I stepped back to admire her glistening face, she moaned and 
the hand on her pussy went into high gear. I didn't want her to 
come so soon, so I ordered her to stand up. She whined in protest, 
but I reached down and practically jerked her to her feet.

"What are you doing?" she asked plaintively.

Instead of answering her, I marched her upstairs to the master 
bedroom. As she tried to wipe my come from her face, I stopped 
her. "Leave it," I said. "You had your chance to suck me. Since 
you didn't, you're going to have to wear a reminder." When we 
reached the bedroom, I shoved her onto the bed roughly.

"What're you going to do?" she asked, her eyes wide.

"Get in the center of the bed. Now!"

She immediately obeyed.

I reached into a trunk at the foot of the bed and pulled out 
three silk scarves. I had found them in the top of the closet 
that morning and then stashed them in the trunk. I'd also had the 
foresight to tie slipknots in the end of each one.

She made a dash for the door as soon as she saw the scarves, but 
I easily caught her. Then I frog-marched her back to the bed, 
where I threw her on her back. She struggled briefly, but I 
subdued her by straddling her chest. My erection nestled between 
her flattened breasts as I calmly overpowered her and bound her 
wrists with one of the scarves.

Once I pulled the slipknot tight, she stopped struggling, her 
eyes wide with affected fear. Then I leaned forward--stretching 
her arms above her--and tied the other end of the scarf to the 
stout crosspiece at the head of the bed. As I looked down at her, 
I was forced to smile: in her struggles, she'd smeared my come 
all over her face and chest. Fortunately, she couldn't see my 
expression because of the ski-mask.

For a moment, I teased her nipples and made her squirm. Then I 
rubbed the head of my cock over them. She gasped and tried to 
keep from moaning. I teased her for another minute or two and 
then used the remaining scarves to tie her legs to the bedposts.

"Are you ready to beg me to fuck you, Cleopatra?" I asked.

"Please don't call me that."

"Call you what?" I asked innocently.

"That name," she said after a moment's hesitation.

"I'll call you what I want," I said. "So, are you ready to beg... 
Cleopatra?"

"Never," she said. "You'll never get me to beg."

"We'll see," I said.

With that, I knelt between her legs and started playing with her 
pussy. She was even hotter than before. As I teased the delicate 
folds of her shaved labia, she whimpered again.

"You get pretty worked up when I call you Cleopatra," I said. To 
prove my point, her pussy practically gushed around my finger. 
"Is that because you like sucking cock?" I asked.

She remained mute.

"You looked like you enjoyed it last night. And you look pretty 
good with my come all over your face. How do you like it?"

Once again, she said nothing.

"I bet you want me to fuck you."

She shook her head.

"Then why's your pussy so wet?"

Nothing.

At that point, I eased forward and rubbed my still-erect cock 
over her swollen labia.

She moaned and rocked her hips against me.

"Do you want me to fuck you?"

"Never," she whispered unconvincingly.

When my bulbous head slid along her channel, it nudged her 
engorged clit and she cried out softly.

"Please stop," she whined. "Please."

"You don't want me to shove it in your pussy?"

She shook her head adamantly.

"You don't want me to fill you with my hot, hard, thick cock?"

"No, please. Stop."

"You don't want me to fuck you good and hard, my hips slamming 
into yours as my cock... violates you?" Almost as soon as I said 
the word "violate," she arched her back and moaned. The 
temperature in her pussy went up a degree or two as well.

"Please," she whispered.

"Please what?"

"Please stop."

Instead of stopping, I reached up and tweaked her nipples.

She moaned deep in her chest.

Then I slid my length along her slick channel, teasing her clit 
with the fat tip.

"Please," she begged again.

"Please what?"

She pressed her lips together and shook her head.

At that point, I pulled back a little and pressed the head of my 
cock against her opening. I didn't enter her, but I put enough 
pressure on her to let her know I was there.

"Please," she whispered again. Her pussy lips parted under the 
pressure, but I made sure not to slide into her.

"Please what?" I taunted.

Her chest and face flushed a deep red, and her hips gyrated as 
her excitement reached a fever pitch.

"Please what?" I repeated.

"Just do whatever you're going to do," she pleaded. "Don't make 
me say it. Please."

"Please _what?_"

Somewhere, a dam burst within her. She bucked her hips toward me, 
trying to force me to enter her.

I was ready for her, so I pulled back.

She moaned in frustration.

I rubbed my cock along her slit and gently tugged her nipple.

"Oh, please," she said hoarsely, "don't make me do this."

"Say it," I commanded.

"Please, no."

"_Say_ it."

Her hips bucked again, but I pulled back.

When she settled down, I set the tip of my cock against her 
slippery opening. With my thumb, I teased her clit, driving her 
crazy.

She tried to wriggle free.

"What do you want me to do?" I asked.

"Untie me, please."

"Uh-uh. You know what you want," I said. "All you have to do is 
beg."

"Don't make me beg," she asked, her eyes beseeching me.

"Beg."

"Please?" she implored.

"Please what?"

In a voice that was scarcely above a whisper, she said, "Fuck 
me."

"What?"

She moaned in frustration.

"Say it," I commanded.

Once again, she moaned inarticulately.

"You have to say it out loud," I said.

"Fuck me," she whispered.

"Louder."

"Please, no."

"Louder," I demanded.

"Please fuck me," she begged. "Please, stick it inside me. I 
can't take it anymore. There! Are you happy?!"

In lieu of an answer, I rammed into her and she closed her eyes 
in ecstasy. Without speaking, I began fucking her with long, hard, 
steady strokes. Her tight pussy gripped me like a volcanic glove 
and she moaned with each thrust.

"I hate you," she said in between strokes. "I hate you, I hate 
you."

I didn't answer. Instead, I concentrated on where our bodies 
joined. Her smooth labia parted as I thrust into her, then held 
on as I pulled back. For a few moments, I watched, mesmerized, as 
my cock pounded into her.

Then her pussy clutched my invading member.

"Are you going to come for me?" I asked.

She shook her head defiantly. "Never. I hate you." Her chest, 
neck, and cheeks were flushed and rosy, belying her words. Even 
her eyelids had turned a dusky hue. When her pussy clenched again, 
she moaned in pleasure.

At that point, I pulled my knees in and sat back on my haunches. 
Then I scooted forward--re-burying my cock inside her--and 
reached under her. She moaned when I lifted her ass off the bed. 
My fingers dug into her soft flesh and her waist chain tinkled as 
I resumed thrusting. In that position, my dick raked over her 
sensitive inner ridges, and she went nuts.

Her head thrashed from side to side as her climax neared. I 
continued pumping into her, the heat and moisture in her tight 
pussy assaulting my cock as I did. With each thrust, her internal 
muscles clenched and unclenched. One moment, they held onto my 
manhood and tried to prevent me from pulling out, and the next, 
they clamped down and my dick bent as I tried to enter her.

Finally, she cried out and a rush of moisture flooded her channel. 
With one final, powerful lunge, I overcame her internal muscles 
and buried myself in her depths. As successive waves of pleasure 
battered her senses, she pulled against her bonds, her muscles 
taut.

As soon as she began to relax, I resumed thrusting. She cried out 
and tensed up again, her orgasm drawing out and resurging. I was 
close to my own release, and wanted to fill her with my seed. I 
gazed down at her as a bigger, more powerful orgasm built within 
her. Even with dried come on her face, she seemed to glow with a 
breathtaking beauty.

With each thrust, I felt my come boiling up, but I wanted to wait 
so we could climax at the same time. Reluctantly, I slowed my 
pace and began taking measured strokes. While I caught my breath, 
I teased her clit with my thumb, driving her even higher.

Then, after less than a minute, her pussy spasmed again and she 
cried out. Instead of two orgasms, she was actually experiencing 
one long one. When she tensed up and her pussy gripped me again, 
I quickened my pace. With each thrust, I buried myself as deeply 
as I could, filling her with my entire length. Finally, she 
screamed in ecstasy and pulled at her bonds.

When her pussy rippled with her release, it triggered my own 
orgasm. I thrust into her and felt my cock swell with the first 
spurt. She cried out as the heat of my semen bathed her inner 
recesses.

It felt like my entire body was being drained through my cock, 
and I closed my eyes so tightly that I saw stars. The next spurt 
was like a physical blow, hammering my senses with pleasure. I 
heard a ringing in my ears and the world went dark as I clamped 
my eyes shut. When I opened them, only a few seconds had passed. 
We were both panting, our bodies covered with a fine sheen of 
sweat. Her stomach quivered with the aftereffects of her orgasm, 
sending jolts of pure pleasure up my cock and into the rest of my 
body.

"I hate you," she whispered feebly.

In response, I clenched my buttocks and made my cock swell.

"I hate you, I hate you," she said without heat.

_I love you too,_ I thought affectionately.

A few minutes later, I reluctantly pulled my erection from within 
her. With the heat and tightness of her pussy--not to mention the 
sight of her glowing face as the aftereffects of her cataclysmic 
orgasm surged through her--my dick hadn't gone soft.

I left her tied to the bed and walked unsteadily toward the 
bathroom. Then I had to resist the urge to laugh out loud when I 
saw myself in the mirror. Clad in only the dark ski mask, I 
looked ridiculous. I shut the door behind me and pulled it off. 
It was hot and itchy, and I was glad to be rid of it, if only for 
the moment.

I looked at my watch and was shocked to realize that more than 
two hours had passed since I first "attacked" her. I needed to 
get dressed and get back outside, resuming my normal role as 
boyfriend. Before heading back out, I took a quick shower to 
rinse off the smell of sex. I didn't want to leave Kendall tied 
up too long, but the thought made me smile. After I dried off (I 
hadn't wet my hair), I donned the itchy ski mask and emerged from 
the bathroom.

"When I leave," I said to her as I untied her legs, "count to a 
thousand slowly and then come out. Do you understand?"

Meekly, she nodded.

As soon as I shut the master bedroom door behind me, I tugged off 
the ski mask and trotted downstairs to the living room. Once 
there, I hastily put on my clothes. Then I headed out into the 
dark night, hoping it wouldn't be too long before Kendall 
discovered my "unconscious" body.

About fifteen minutes later, I felt her hand on my shoulder.

"Paul? Are you all right?" she asked.

"What? Huh?" I said groggily.

"Are you all right?"

"I dunno," I said, doing my best impersonation of someone who'd 
been hit over the head. "One minute, I came out to get more 
firewood, and the next..." Then I shrugged.

"You must've fallen and hit your head," she said.

"Yeah."

"Can you stand up?"

"I think so," I said. "How long have I been out?"

"I don't know. Maybe twenty minutes. After you went out to get 
firewood, I went upstairs to take a quick shower. When I came 
back and you weren't here, I got worried. Does your head hurt?" 
she asked.

"Not really."

"We'd better get you back inside," she said.

"Hey, why didn't you put your sweatshirt back on after your 
shower?" I asked, trying to stifle a knowing grin.

"Um... I dunno," she said. Then she glanced down at her sweater and 
jeans. "I just wanted to wear something different."

When I sat down on the couch, she curled up next to me. All signs 
of our earlier adventures were gone.

"I forgot to get firewood," I said suddenly.

"Don't worry about the wood," she said. "We've still got a few 
logs in here. I'll throw them on. Don't move." Without waiting 
for me to answer, she jumped up and tossed the remaining wood 
onto the glowing coals. Then she did a model-turn and gazed at me, 
her eyes sultry and inviting. "Is your head really okay?"

"I think I'll live," I said.

"Good."

"Oh?"

Instead of answering, she knelt between my legs and ran her hands 
up my thighs. Then she moved closer, her head tilted up for a 
kiss. As our lips met, she leaned in and gripped my hips. Our 
kisses heated up and then she moved my hands to her breasts. 
Through her sweater, I felt her nipples harden.

"What's got you so worked up?" I asked. I was partly playing the 
role of the clueless boyfriend, but I was also genuinely 
surprised. After her powerful orgasms, I didn't think she'd still 
be horny. Boy, was I wrong.

"I don't know," she said. "You just make me so hot."

Instead of replying, I reached down, lifted her sweater, and 
pressed my lips against hers. As our kisses heated up, I fondled 
her bare breasts. She mewled blissfully when I began gently 
twisting and tugging her nipples.

As our kisses grew more passionate, I pulled her into my lap. 
Then I broke the kiss long enough to pull her sweater over her 
head and completely free her breasts. When our lips met again, I 
pulled her to me and reached behind her head. Her hair cascaded 
over her shoulders when I pulled the rubber band from around her 
ponytail.

"I've been thinking about you all night," she said in between 
kisses. Then she tilted her head to the side and trailed her lips 
down my neck. "You make me so hot. I don't know what it is about 
you, but I can't resist," she said as she reached for the bottom 
of my shirt. In one smooth motion, she lifted it and began 
kissing my chest.

I pulled the fabric over my head as her lips latched onto my 
nipple and gently sucked. At first, I was shocked, but then I 
realized how good it felt. She flicked her tongue against the 
puckered little bud and then switched to the other side, kissing 
and teasing it as well. Then she raised her lips to mine and her 
breasts crushed against my chest, her hard nipples boring into me.

As we kissed, she reached between us and fumbled at my zipper. I 
unsnapped my jeans and she quickly pulled them open. Then she 
reached inside and pulled out my hard-on. While she ran her hands 
up and down its heated length, she kissed me passionately.

"I want to suck you," she said breathlessly. "I've been thinking 
about it all night. Would you like that?"

I nodded and kissed her again.

"I want to put on some lipstick and play Cleopatra," she panted 
as she ran her hands up my super-hard shaft. "I can't wait to 
feel you in my mouth."

With that, she slid to the floor and practically jerked my jeans 
down my hips. Then she pulled off my shoes and socks, tossing 
them to the side haphazardly. My balled-up jeans quickly followed.

"Look what I found," she said, holding up her tube of red 
lipstick. "I wonder how it got here."

Without waiting to put it on, she wrapped her lips around my 
shaft and then moaned.

"I don't know what's gotten into me," she said, feigning 
innocence.

_I know,_ I mused.

Then she pulled the top off of the tube, turned the base, and 
began applying the bright red lipstick. As she re-capped the tube 
and tossed it aside, she gave me a hungry look and then took a 
deep breath. With that, she tucked her hair behind her ears and 
plunged her mouth onto my cock.

I groaned as she took me to the back of her throat. She still 
couldn't swallow all of me, but that wasn't for lack of trying.

When she pulled back, my dick sported a red ring about three-
quarters of the way down. For the next twenty minutes, she sucked, 
licked, and teased my cock. When I was finally ready to come, she 
pulled back and started stroking my shaft.

"Come on my face," she begged. "Please come on my face."

Instead of answering, I groaned as the first spurt blasted from 
the tip of my cock.

Kendall cried out in surprise and aimed my squirting manhood at 
her face. Then she pressed her cheek against my shaft and the 
next spurt coated her satiny skin. When I finally stopped 
shooting, she rubbed my glistening crown over her face, coating 
herself with my seed. Finally, she wrapped her lips around my 
cock again.

As she slowly calmed down--while she sucked--I shook my head and 
wondered what had just happened. Normally, I initiated things 
with Kendall. But this time _she_ had started things. I was 
definitely surprised; she must've been a _lot_ more worked up 
than I'd thought.

"Let's close up the fireplace and go upstairs," she said after 
several minutes of just sucking me.

"Oh?" I asked, arching my eyebrows.

"I'm so horny right now, I think I'm gonna explode. I want you 
inside me."

"Your wish is my command," I said.

She didn't even bother gathering our discarded clothes as I shut 
the fireplace doors to let the fire die down. To my surprise, she 
stripped off her jeans before she even reached the stairs. By the 
time I reached the master bedroom, she was just emerging from the 
bathroom. Her face was clean-scrubbed and ruddy, but also eager.

She practically dragged me onto the bed--which had clean sheets, 
I noticed--and started sucking my cock back to life. As soon as 
it was fully hard, she straddled my hips and eased herself onto 
my erection.

"Oh," she moaned, "you feel _so_ good inside me." Then she looked 
down at me, her eyes full and round. "I love you so much, Paul."

"I love you too."

With that, she collapsed against me, her chest pressed against 
mine. As she rocked her hips, she began kissing my neck, 
shoulders, and face.

The rest of the night, she was in sexual overdrive. Over the next 
few hours, she rode me to two more orgasms of her own, and even 
coaxed another from me. When we finally collapsed, exhausted, we 
both fell asleep almost immediately.

For our remaining time at the cabin, we were a normal couple. We 
cooked together, watched TV, read, relaxed, snuggled, talked, 
made love, showered together, and generally enjoyed each other's 
company.

We even talked about our sexual fantasies. I was surprised by 
some of hers--not because they were all outrageous (although some 
of them were), but because some of them were so unlike her. I 
guess that's why they were _fantasies_. Regardless, they were all 
imaginative. Mine were somewhat more conventional, but I could 
tell that some of them really turned her on.

Too soon, though, she had to go back to class and I had to fly 
home. She dropped me off at the airport and walked me to the gate. 
Before I got on the plane, she straightened my tie and gave me a 
quick kiss. Then, with tears welling up, she kissed me again and 
waved as I entered the jetway.

-----

Since both of Susan's sons were away at school in April, we 
invited her to Atlanta for her fortieth birthday. We had a big 
party with cake, ice cream, and balloons. The cake had a 
headstone on it, the balloons were black, and a few of her 
presents were gag gifts (Geritol, a cane, and denture cream), but 
she took it all in stride. But when Dad and Chris teased her 
about being over the hill, Elizabeth rounded on them.

"_You_ two can't keep up with her," she said, piqued.

Dad and Chris looked at each other in surprise and then burst out 
laughing. Then they started teasing each other.

Privately, I got Susan a charm bracelet with six silver letters. 
The jewelry store clerk looked at me funny when I told her I 
wanted six copies of the same letter, but she sold me what I 
wanted.

That night, after the Coulters left and my family went to bed, I 
knocked on the guestroom door. Susan opened the door and beckoned 
me inside. With a sly grin, I gave her the box containing the 
bracelet.

"Oh, Paul," she said as she opened it, "thank you." When she 
looked closely at the bracelet, she creased her brow in confusion. 
Then her confusion turned to puzzlement. "Are they all supposed 
to be the same letter?" she asked.

"You and I kinda have this thing for Ps," I said, trying not to 
smirk.

Then she burst out laughing and hugged me. Our hugs led to kisses 
and caresses, and we were soon in bed. I lay between her legs, 
nuzzling her smooth pussy and teasing her with my tongue. She ran 
her fingers through my hair as I gently licked her. I took my 
time with her, sucking her inner labia and swirling my tongue 
around the hooded pearl of her clit.

When she came, she arched her back and held my head in place. 
Once she relaxed and sagged against the bed, I came up for air. 
Then I crawled up her body, planting kisses as I went. My hard-on 
slipped into her easily, and I paused for a moment to savor the 
feeling of her warm wetness surrounding me.

As I began moving inside her, she stroked my face. I was already 
pretty worked up, so I came a lot quicker than I wanted to, 
despite stopping twice to let my orgasm subside. But when I 
finished spurting, my dick was still hard. So I rested for a 
moment and then began moving inside her again.

She rolled over and I fucked her from behind for a few minutes, 
gripping her hips and gently stroking into her. Then I leaned 
forward and cupped her swaying breasts, pinching her nipples as I 
did.

Our pace slowly increased until I was slamming into her, our 
bodies making slapping noises as they connected. Then she pulled 
forward and had me lie on my back; she wanted to ride me. Her 
pussy practically gushed around my cock as she moved atop me.

Finally, she leaned forward and I held her close, her breasts 
flattened against my chest as I thrust into her. With a silent 
shudder, she came, her internal muscles rhythmically gripping me. 
A moment later, I emptied my second load into her.

Panting, she rolled to her back.

"You don't mind that I'm old?" she asked, still breathing heavily.

"You're not old. You're just old_er_. There's a difference." Then 
I rolled toward her and placed my hand between her flattened 
breasts. "In here, where it really counts, you're not old at all. 
You're a young girl at heart, full of love for life."

"That's a pretty profound thing to say," she said.

"I had a good teacher."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome." Then I grinned. "Down here," I said, reaching 
between her legs, "you're a young girl too, but full of heat."

"I'm full of come," she said, chuckling. "That's why it's so 
hot."

Then she rolled toward me and languidly draped a leg over my own. 
We lay like that for a while, neither of us feeling the need to 
speak. Later, she told me about her trip to Arlington. She wasn't 
troubled by her relationship with me, but I think she somehow 
_needed_ to talk to Jack, even if it was only in her mind. It 
settled her. At last, she kissed me goodnight and shooed me back 
to my own bedroom.

Before she returned to South Carolina, we had a big party at the 
Coulters' house. Once again, Gina and I didn't get to participate, 
but we didn't have to leave the room either. Gina still wasn't 
very happy about it, but she knew her mother well enough that she 
didn't balk at the restriction. Leah was spending the night with 
Erin at our house, so the party at the Coulters' started horny 
and quickly heated up.

We watched the grown-ups play some fun sex games, most of which 
involved blindfolds and guessing who was touching/sucking/fucking 
you. Except for Susan's shaved pussy, the three women were 
similar enough that the guys had a hard time telling who was who.

Gina and I had a good time, even if she did chafe at not being 
allowed to participate. Before the end of the night, Gina's and 
my parents went out to the hot tub, leaving us alone with Susan. 
While I fucked the older woman, Gina straddled her face. After 
about ten minutes, we switched positions and Gina got on the 
bottom.

Gina wanted to watch Susan take me all the way down her throat, 
so we moved to the couch. With the two of them sucking my dick, 
it took all my self-control not to erupt, especially when Susan 
swallowed me whole.

Finally, I reached the point of no return and held Susan's head 
down as I filled her mouth with my cream. Gina looked 
disappointed that she didn't get to taste me, but then Susan 
turned to her and grinned tightly. When she opened her mouth, she 
held a small lake of semen on her tongue. Gina's eyes practically 
burned with desire. Then the two of them kissed, sharing my semen 
between them.

After that, Susan got on the couch and nursed my shrinking cock 
while she spread her legs to give Gina access to her pussy. Gina 
played with herself while she ate Susan. Not surprisingly, they 
came within seconds of each other.

Since it was a Saturday, I spent the night with Gina. My parents 
and Susan drove back to our house for the night. Gina and I 
tiredly crawled into bed and fell asleep almost immediately.

The next morning, I awoke to the pleasant sensation of Gina's 
warm breath on my morning hard-on. I laced my fingers behind my 
head and simply relaxed. Gina was in the mood for a long, slow 
blowjob, and I wasn't about to complain.

After almost thirty minutes, she started bobbing up and down, 
jerking me off at the same time. With an inaudible groan, I 
stiffened and erupted. She moaned when the first spurt hit her 
tongue. Then she squeezed and milked my cock, draining me dry.

With a smug grin, she crawled next to me and lazily cuddled 
against my side. We dozed for a while, comfortably sated. 
Unfortunately, she had to go to the bathroom, and she tugged me 
out of bed too. I playfully smacked her ass as I followed her 
into the bathroom.

In the shower, we fooled around some more, but didn't do anything 
more than that. After we dried off and got dressed, we rode with 
her parents to meet Susan and my family. We had brunch at an 
upscale restaurant, complete with champagne and a palatial array 
of food.

Later, we took Susan to the airport for her flight home. She 
thanked us for the party and gifts. After hugs and kisses, she 
boarded the plane with a final wave.

-----

Prom.

No other word excites a high school girl like that one.

Our school's junior/senior prom was in early May. It was held at 
the Peachtree Plaza--the tall, round hotel in downtown Atlanta. 
Gina and I were going, of course, as were Scott and Shannon. 
Kelly and Livy planned to go with us as well. Heather Wellesley 
and Mike Gee were going together, as friends.

Heather and I still hadn't had sex, but more often than not, she 
initiated things, instead of Gina. The busty blonde actually 
seemed more interested in girl-girl sex, but she was still very 
hesitant. Gina didn't seem to mind. Much. She enjoyed watching 
Heather and me together, so I think she didn't fixate on getting 
between Heather's legs herself.

I wanted to ask Dad if I could take the Corvette to the prom, but 
Scott talked me into getting a limo. Since there were eight of us 
going together, I acquiesced.

We also started crafting elaborate schemes to get the girls' 
parents to let them spend the night out. In Gina's and my case, 
it was easy. We simply asked our parents if we could get a hotel 
room and spend the night together. After some discussion--and our 
promises not to drink too much and not to touch any drugs--they 
agreed.

Scott and Shannon proved almost as easy. The two of them had been 
dating for three years. And Shannon's parents really liked Scott, 
so I think they were simply willing to believe that Shannon and 
Gina were going to stay in one room while Scott and I stayed in 
another. In reality, I think they knew what was going on, but 
willful ignorance is a powerful thing.

Kelly and Livy were another matter altogether. Under no 
circumstances were Livy's parents willing to let her spend the 
night out. When they threatened not to let her go in the first 
place, she and Kelly gave up trying to convince them to let her 
stay out. Since Mike and Heather were going as friends, the two 
couples could ride home together in the limo.

Scott and I had actually been making our prom plans for a couple 
of months. Because of our foresight, we were able to get dinner 
reservations for all of us at the Sun Dial, the revolving 
restaurant atop the Peachtree tower. We also got adjoining rooms, 
so we'd be able to move between them without using the hallway.

Gina, Shannon, Heather, and Livy got together and went dress 
shopping. For us guys, it was a little easier. We simply went to 
a local formalwear shop and rented tuxedos. All of us chose 
classic black ones, instead of the tacky pastel ones that a lot 
of guys wore. Surprisingly, our tuxes were each different in 
subtle ways.

The woman fitting me suggested I get a double-breasted jacket, to 
"accent my shoulders and define my narrow waist." (My waist was 
the _only_ thing that seemed to be narrow; my shirts were getting 
tight again.) It sounded good to me, and I looked _cool_ in the 
jacket. With that choice out of the way, I decided on a 
traditional wing-tip formal shirt with a black bow tie and black 
cummerbund.

Scott also chose a double-breasted jacket, but he went with an 
emerald green tie and cummerbund. He knew Shannon well, and she 
was sure to get an emerald green dress. Kelly went with a 
traditional single-breasted jacket, but chose a dove-grey bow tie, 
with a matching vest, instead of a cummerbund. Mike went pure 
traditional, with a single-breasted jacket, black bow tie, and 
black cummerbund.

When the big day finally arrived, Gina and I drove downtown, 
followed by Scott and Shannon. We checked in at the Peachtree and 
took the elevator to our rooms. Once there, we marveled at the 
view from the rooms and then left our overnight bags. We left 
Scott's car in the garage (we'd need it to get home the following 
day). Then the four of us had lunch before heading back to our 
houses.

Later that night, dressed in all our finery, we all ended up at 
the Coulters' house. Gina wore a sequined off-white dress with a 
beautiful pearl necklace and earrings (courtesy of my mom). The 
dress hugged her curves and was split to mid-thigh. Two thin 
straps held up the bodice, and I could easily see the sides and 
inner curve of her dusky breasts.

Predictably, Shannon wore an emerald green dress. It was 
strapless and made from a satiny material that shimmered in the 
light. Livy's dress was slim and black, with sheer material 
covering her shoulders and upper chest. Heather wore a red 
sequined dress that showed off her creamy skin, healthy breasts, 
and shapely figure.

Altogether, there were eleven teenagers (including Erin, Leah, 
and Livy's younger sister) and eight sets of parents. We posed 
for pictures. Then we posed for some more pictures. As a finale, 
we posed for even _more_ pictures. Everyone seemed to have a 
camera and they all wanted pictures, pictures, pictures.

Finally, we all climbed into the limo and headed downtown. There 
were a lot of other prom couples at the restaurant, mostly in 
smaller groups. Dinner was superb, the view of the city skyline 
was magnificent, and we had a lot of fun. Finally, we went down 
to the ballroom.

At the dance itself, we stood in the obligatory long line to have 
our pictures taken, again. Afterward, we danced and enjoyed 
ourselves. Gina and I danced together most of the time, but I 
also danced with Heather a few times. While I was with Heather, 
Gina dragged Mike onto the dance floor, despite his protests.

Doc Rivera and his girlfriend, Veronica, were there as well, and 
we spent some time with them. Tony Malone and Becky Leonardi were 
there, but they avoided us. I was also surprised to see Amy there 
with a guy I knew only vaguely. When she and I made eye contact, 
she didn't exactly smile, but she didn't glare either. I also 
noticed that she didn't spend any time with Tony and Becky.

After a while, I looked around and realized that Kelly and Livy 
were gone. When I asked Scott about it, he grinned and then 
leaned close.

"I gave them the keys to my room," he said.

My eyes widened in surprise.

He nodded smugly.

"Cool," I said.

When Gina asked what we'd been talking about, I told her. She 
didn't look surprised, so I asked her about it.

"Livy's been planning this for a while," she said.

"Really?"

She nodded. "That's why she was so angry when her parents 
wouldn't let her spend the night 'with the girls.' You can't tell 
anyone, though. Okay?"

I made a zipping motion over my lips and then tossed an imaginary 
key over my shoulder.

"Livy was really excited," Gina said. "And really nervous. It's 
her first time."

"How do you know all this?" I asked.

"She talked to Shannon and me about it. But don't tell anyone 
that either."

"What did you tell her?"

"I said she should suck him off first, so he wouldn't be in a 
hurry." When my eyes widened, she grinned. "Shannon agreed." Then 
she laughed. "I wish you could've seen her face when she asked if 
she should swallow or not."

"What did you say?" I asked.

"What do you _think_ I said?"

"Oh. Yeah."

"Shannon agreed."

I nodded.

"So, hopefully, she sucked him off and then he took his time with 
her."

"Why didn't Kelly ask _me_ for advice?" I wondered aloud. But I 
knew the answer almost as soon as I asked the question. Guys just 
aren't like that. We want other guys to think we're the world's 
best lovers, even though it actually takes practice. With a 
chuckle, I thought back to my first time, with Susan, and 
realized how clueless I'd been. "Never mind," I said before Gina 
could answer.

About an hour later, Kelly and Livy returned to the dance. As 
soon as the slim blonde girl saw Gina and Shannon, she rushed 
over, a smile on her face. Kelly walked toward Scott and me. He 
didn't look smug so much as he looked dazed. Surreptitiously, he 
passed the room key back to Scott.

"Everything cool?" Scott asked with a grin.

"Holy shit," Kelly said, grinning stupidly. Then he suddenly 
looked serious. "Don't tell anyone. Okay?"

Scott and I quickly nodded in agreement.

"Listen," I said seriously, "if we went around blabbing about 
what we did with our girls, do you think they'd still _be_ our 
girls?"

Kelly shook his head.

"So we're cool," Scott said.

"We're cool," I echoed.

"We're _very_ cool," Kelly said, resuming his slack-jawed, goofy-
happy expression.

Scott and I chuckled richly. Then we all three turned to watch 
our girls. They were having an animated conversation, off by 
themselves, and Livy seemed to be blissfully cheerful.

The limo driver returned to the hotel at eleven o'clock sharp. 
Gina, Scott, Shannon, and I escorted the other two couples to the 
big black car. While the girls hugged, the guys shook hands. Then 
Kelly, Livy, Mike, and Heather got in the car and headed home.

Upstairs, Scott and I opened the doors connecting our rooms. 
Scott had somehow procured a bottle of champagne, and it had been 
chilling in the ice-filled bathroom sink for a couple of hours. 
He opened the bottle and poured us each a glass. By the time we 
finished the bottle, the girls had a good buzz going.

"I've got a great idea," Gina said. When we all looked at her 
expectantly, she continued. "I wanna wear Paul's tux shirt." Then 
she looked at the other couple. "We'll be right back."

With that, she practically dragged me back to our room. Without 
shutting the adjoining door, she began to strip off her dress. 
She wasn't too drunk, because she hung it carefully in the closet. 
Next, she took off her panties and pirouetted for my pleasure, 
wearing only her pearls, her pumps, and a brilliant white smile. 
Then she knelt in front of me and lowered my zipper with a grin.

When she fished out my stiffening cock, she immediately wrapped 
her lips around it. She didn't suck me for long, though, looking 
up and promising more--for later--with her eyes. Then she 
sensuously took off my tux. She grabbed my shirt and put it on, 
kicking off her shoes as she did. I carefully slid my semi-erect 
cock back through the fly of my briefs and took them off. Then I 
put on a comfortable pair of shorts and a t-shirt.

We walked back into Scott and Shannon's room; they had changed 
into more comfortable clothes as well. But when Shannon saw Gina, 
wearing only the tux shirt, the other girl immediately went to 
the closet. We'd all seen each other naked before, so Shannon 
simply pulled off her shorts and t-shirt and then grabbed Scott's 
formal shirt. Like Gina, she only fastened the bottom few buttons.

I'll tell you here and now that there are very few things more 
beautiful than a girl wearing only your tux shirt and a smile. 
_Very_ few things.

Scott had brought half a bottle of Bacardi rum and some Cokes 
with him, so we filled four glasses with ice and then mixed 
drinks. Sitting in the luxurious hotel room, with the curtains 
open and Atlanta's night skyline twinkling, we drank and talked 
like grown-up couples.

Soon enough, however, Shannon and Gina were more than a little 
tipsy. Gina climbed into my lap, straddling my legs, and began 
kissing me. Not to be outdone, Shannon did the same with Scott. 
In a few minutes, Gina and I were kissing passionately and she 
had the tux shirt completely unbuttoned, baring her breasts. 
Shannon unbuttoned her shirt as well, then began grinding her 
hips against Scott's cloth-covered erection.

Things quickly progressed to the point where the two girls simply 
slid to their knees--at almost the same moment--and extracted our 
cocks. The four of us had fooled around before, either in Scott's 
or Gina's hot tub. We'd never traded partners, but we were no 
strangers to seeing the other couple having sex. Scott and I 
shared a silly grin and then returned our attention to the girls.

Later, Gina and I returned to our room, closing the connecting 
doors behind us. She turned out the room lights and we stood in 
front of the window simply enjoying the view. Finally, we went to 
bed. We didn't get much sleep, but we certainly enjoyed ourselves.

-----

May 17 was Gina's seventeenth birthday, and we had a big party at 
her house. Chris and my dad had built another steel-drum barbeque 
for the Coulters, and we got to be barbarians for the day, 
grilling steaks and chicken.

Scott, Shannon, and Heather came over as well. Heather, of course, 
had known we were nudists for a while. Gina had also told Shannon, 
so Scott knew. But they were the only three classmates who knew. 
Far from being shocked, they were intrigued, which is why we felt 
safe telling them in the first place.

Gina's birthday party was the first time we'd invited any of our 
friends to a nudist social event. Several months before, with the 
approval of the owner, the Coulters had installed a privacy fence 
around the rental house's backyard. Consequently, we had our 
party without worrying about the neighbors.

Scott was anxious at first. He wasn't nervous about taking his 
clothes off--shower with twenty other guys on a wrestling team 
and you'll lose any nudity taboo pretty quickly--but he _was_ 
worried about getting a hard-on. I told him not to worry about it, 
but he was still nervous. So I matter-of-factly suggested that he 
go to the bathroom for a few minutes and "take care of things."

"I've got a better idea," he said with a sly grin.

He and Shannon discreetly slipped inside and then headed for the 
bathroom. When they emerged, fifteen minutes later, Scott looked 
relaxed. Shannon grinned as she surreptitiously wiped the corners 
of her mouth.

"Was that your suggestion?" Gina asked quietly.

"Not exactly," I said. "But it worked. Did anyone else see?"

"I don't think so," she said. "Everyone's outside."

For the rest of the party, we had a blast. Heather was obviously 
enjoying the sight of the four nude men, and I caught Shannon 
checking out Dad and Chris a couple of times. Shortly before the 
steaks were ready, Shannon dragged _Scott_ into the bathroom.

After dinner, Gina opened her presents. Her family gave her 
clothes and several record albums: Captain & Tennille, Elton John, 
and Rod Stewart (whom I _still_ don't like). My family gave her a 
cultured pearl necklace, which my father had bought in San 
Francisco. Scott and Shannon got her a really nice pair of 
tiger's-eye earrings. Heather gave her a matching tiger's-eye 
pendant on a silver chain. Heather also whispered to Gina that 
she had another gift, "for later."

Kendall and I went in together and--ingeniously--got Gina a 
silver ring, with "P-G-K '80" engraved on the inside of the band. 
When Gina finished opening her gifts, I quietly walked into the 
kitchen and called Kendall, in Knoxville.

In our weekly phone call, a few days earlier, I had told her when 
I'd be calling. She and Gina talked for a few minutes, mostly 
about their rings and how much we were looking forward to seeing 
each other over the summer.

A little later, Lisa McGrath called from Charleston. She and Gina 
chatted for almost half an hour, catching up, giggling, and 
sharing gossip. A few minutes after they hung up, Susan called to 
wish Gina a happy birthday as well.

Around nine o'clock, the party broke up. Scott and Shannon donned 
their clothes, said goodbye, and headed home. Leah was spending 
the night with Erin, so they rode back to our house with my 
parents. Since Heather was spending the night with Gina, I 
couldn't spend the night too--Gina's parents had a rule about me 
not sleeping over if the family had company--but I could stick 
around until midnight. Chris and Elizabeth retreated to their 
bedroom, so Gina, Heather, and I could pretty much do what we 
wanted.

For her private gift, I gave Gina a pair of white silk stockings 
and a white garter belt.  To my astonishment, the salesclerk at 
the store had offered to model a pair for me. I don't think she 
realized I wasn't yet seventeen. (I hate to say it, but I let her 
do it! I was simply so stunned that I didn't have the presence of 
mind--or the willpower--to turn her down. By the way, she looked 
fantastic. But that's all I did: look.)

When I gave Gina the stockings, she tried them on immediately. 
Her pubic hair was still trimmed very close, and she looked 
fantastic. Then she glanced at Heather, who was also still nude.

"What's your mysterious present, 'for later'?" Gina asked.

Instead of answering with words, Heather merely climbed onto 
Gina's bed, lay back, and spread her legs. Then she crooked her 
finger in a come-hither gesture. Gina almost leapt on the curvy 
blonde, burying her face in the other girl's pussy. With a 
chuckle, I moved behind Gina and started playing with her already 
slippery labia.

I took my time with Gina, teasing her as she licked Heather. When 
I finally slid into Gina from behind, she moaned in ecstasy. 
Heather writhed on the bed as Gina pleasured her. With deliberate 
strokes, I pumped into Gina and watched as Heather grew flushed 
and then shuddered with her climax.

By the time we exhausted ourselves, it was nearly midnight. The 
girls and I dressed quietly. Then Gina drove me home in the 
Bumble Bug. I kissed them goodnight and then watched as they 
drove into the night.

Heather looked like she was too tired for another round, but Gina 
had a way of getting what she wanted. I suspected that the blonde 
girl was in for more than she bargained for. With a silent 
chuckle, I headed inside.

-----

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