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Author: Nick Scipio
Title: Summer Camp - Book 2: Gina
Part: Chapter 34
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, m+f+, M+F+, teen, oral, first, mild viol
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This piece of fiction is intended as ADULT entertainment. It 
contains material of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. If you 
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All characters in this story are fictitious; any similarity to 
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Summer Camp - Book 2: Gina
by Nick Scipio

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

The last half of May, 1980, it seemed like Gina's father worked 
seven days a week. His new TV station planned to go on the air 
June 1, and they still had a lot of work to do. Gina and I 
studied for our exams and looked forward to the end of school.

In addition, I spent as much time as I could at the construction 
site of the Coulters' new house. Steve Easterbrook was often on-
site, and I had a bad habit of following him around like a puppy. 
Gina and I stopped by every day on our way home from school. Gina 
wasn't all that interested in the dirt and construction mess, but 
she knew how much I looked forward to our afternoon visits.

Every time Steve was there, I felt a rush of anticipation. He 
could tell how excited I was, and he always took the time to 
answer my questions, show me drawings, or explain what was going 
on. They were a little behind schedule because of rain delays (it 
_was_ spring, after all), but the weather had turned nice and the 
house was finally "under roof."

When the brick masons arrived to start laying the house's facade, 
I immediately thought of Dennis Raeford. Watching the masons work 
was actually cool, so I asked them if I could try laying a few 
bricks. Since I was with Steve, the lead mason didn't object. The 
man even took the time to show me how to do it.

It didn't take many bricks before I gained an appreciation for 
how difficult their work was. It took me ten minutes to lay ten 
bricks. When I stepped back, proud of my line, I realized that in 
ten minutes, one of the professional masons had laid more than 
_fifty_ bricks. And where his were razor-straight, mine were an 
uneven mess. In short, my bricklaying skills left a lot to be 
desired.

"You'd better go ahead and take those down," I said to the lead 
mason. "I guess they're a disaster."

He grinned at Steve and then began pulling my bricks off his neat, 
orderly wall. "It takes practice, sonny," he said with a grin. 
"Layin' brick ain't easy."

"I bet you can lay bricks almost as good as he can," I said to 
Steve, dismayed. If I couldn't do something as seemingly simple 
as put one brick next to another, how could I ever hope to be an 
architect?

"Not on your life," he answered immediately. "Oh, I _can_ lay 
brick, but I'm not much better than you."

"Then how'd you become an architect?"

"Paul," he explained patiently, "I know _how_ to do most of the 
different jobs, but I'm not an expert at any of them. My skill is 
design, and knowing what needs to happen, and when. I understand 
building codes, and design techniques to create a desired effect. 
I may not be able to lay bricks like Jimmy, but I can tell you 
about load-bearing walls, residential traffic patterns, and stuff 
like that. It's my responsibility to get the overall project done, 
not each individual job. I see the _whole project_ in my head."

"I do that _too!_"

"Do what?"

"See the whole thing," I said, my excitement building. "The very 
first time I saw the plans, I knew what the house was going to 
look like. I could see it, in my head!"

"_That's_ what it takes to be a good architect, Paul."

"Really?"

He nodded reassuringly.

"Cool."

When we looked up, Gina was grinning at us.

"Are you ready to go, pitter-pat man?" she asked me, her eyes 
twinkling. "We have an English final to study for. And I'll be 
worse than Lady Macbeth if we don't get to it soon."

"'Out, damned spot!'" Steve quoted with a grin, making a shooing 
motion. "'Out, I say!'"

-----

Gina and I spent the rest of the weekend studying. To my surprise, 
I actually made an A plus on my English final. I did well on my 
other finals too. And when it became clear that I was probably 
going to succeed at my parents' car-for-grades challenge, I 
started looking in the newspaper for used cars. Mom and Dad told 
me how much I could spend, and I diligently began making a list.

At the end of the school year, when I got the rest of my grades, 
only one of them surprised me. Instead of making a B in Spanish, 
I actually made an A minus. I made an A in Honors American 
History, an A plus in Honors English, an A in Art, a B in Physics, 
and a B plus in Algebra II.

That was a 3.67 GPA, and I was getting a car!

Actually, I didn't really want a _car_. I wanted a Jeep CJ-5. I 
found a couple I liked, but I kept coming back to one in 
particular. It was a '74 CJ-5, with a V8 and a 3-speed 
transmission. It had bigger tires and a couple of inches of lift, 
but nothing too redneck-looking. It was midnight blue, with the 
original tan soft top, doors, and bikini top.

It was at a used car dealer's lot, so my dad went with me to look 
at it. When we took it to our family mechanic, he examined it and 
said it was in good condition. It would need to have the brake 
pads and air filter replaced, but other than that, it was fine.

Dad started negotiating with the car dealer, and ended up getting 
the Jeep for $200 less when he agreed to buy a _second_ car. Dad 
hated leaving his Corvette at the airport whenever he flew long 
trips, so he wanted to get something cheap to use as an "airport 
car." In addition to my Jeep, we bought a '65 Volkswagen Karmann 
Ghia (which the mechanic also said was in good condition).

Dad and I drove our new cars home and then I took him back to get 
his Corvette, which the dealer had diligently tried to get Dad to 
trade in. When we returned the second time, Mom and Erin came out 
to admire the two new cars.

Gina knew I wanted a Jeep, but she was pleasantly surprised when 
she saw it. I guess she probably thought I wanted some goofy Army 
jeep, or a mailman's Jeep. When she saw what I had actually 
picked out, she thought it was cool.

"It fits your personality," she said.

"Thanks."

-----

For my seventeenth birthday, we had another big party, this time 
at our house. Once again, we cooked out and invited Scott, 
Shannon, and Heather. The three of them seemed to be getting used 
to being nude--Scott and Shannon only had to slip away to the 
bathroom once.

Susan called while we were still cooking, and I talked to her for 
about ten minutes. She said she was looking forward to seeing all 
of us in a few weeks. And she said she had a big surprise--sort 
of a birthday gift--for me at camp. A few minutes later, Gina 
came into the office, so I let her talk to Susan for a few 
minutes.

When Gina handed the phone back to me, she looked around 
carefully. Our families and friends were all outside, so no one 
could see us. With a grin, she dropped to her knees and took my 
limp penis into her mouth. On the phone, I could almost hear 
Susan grinning at me.

"Is she sucking you?" the older woman asked.

"Oh, yeah," I half-grunted.

"I asked her to give you a blowjob for me, since I can't be there 
to do it in person."

"Oh... thanks."

For the next few minutes, Susan merely listened as I groaned 
softly, lost in the sensations as Gina ran her lips and tongue 
over my length. Where we were standing--or kneeling--I had a good 
view of the back door, and I would _probably_ be able to see 
anyone coming into the house before he saw us. But the danger 
added to my arousal, and I came quickly.

"Happy birthday," Susan said over the phone.

"Happy birthday from Susan," Gina unknowingly echoed with a 
satisfied grin.

Gina and Susan talked for a couple of minutes, and Gina lovingly 
described the taste of my semen. The two of them were teasing me, 
but I enjoyed it. Finally, Susan wished me a happy birthday again, 
and we hung up.

When we came back outside, Mom glanced at my red cock and then 
looked at Gina. Instead of reproaching us, Mom merely rolled her 
eyes and grinned.

Later, Mom and Erin put a big red ribbon on my new Jeep and my 
parents ceremoniously gave me the keys. The Coulters got me a 
really nice backpack with a compact aluminum frame. The new pack 
held twice as much as my daypack, and with the frame, the weight 
was distributed better, so it felt lighter.

Scott and Shannon gave me a couple of albums I wanted, Blondie 
and Queen. Heather's present was the coolest "game" I'd ever seen, 
a Rubik's Cube. My dad finally had to tell me to put down my new 
toy and pay attention to our guests. I hate to say it, but I 
think he only wanted me to put down the Cube so _he_ could play 
with it.

And even though I expected it, I acted surprised when I opened 
Gina and Kendall's gift, a silver ring with "P-G-K '80" engraved 
inside it. Since Gina wore my class ring--heavily padded so it 
wouldn't slip off her finger--she knew what size ring to get me. 
Gina and Heather also whispered that they had another gift for me, 
once again, "for later."

A little later, Kendall called. I went inside to talk to her in 
private. She was home from school and was really looking forward 
to seeing me when her family came to camp.

"What are you doing before then?" I asked.

"Nothing really. Just helping around the house. Why?"

"Why don't you come spend a week down here? My dad's got to fly 
about two weeks of trips, so we won't be leaving for camp until 
almost the end of June. If it's okay with your parents, you could 
stay in our guest bedroom."

"Really?"

"Sure," I said confidently. "I don't see why not. I mean, I'll 
have to ask my parents, but I think they'd love to have you."

"Oh, my goodness, Paul, that would be wonderful!"

"I could even drive up and get you," I said. Then I told her 
about my new Jeep.

"Let me ask my parents. Can I call you back? Later tonight?"

"Sure."

"Oh, Paul," she said, "I love you so much."

"I love you too, sweetheart."

"I'll call you. Later."

After the party, all the teenagers hopped in my new Jeep and went 
to meet Kelly, Livy, Mike, and his new girlfriend, Debbie. At our 
favorite pizza parlor, we hung out for a while and talked about 
the end of school--which had been two days before--and what it 
felt like to be seniors.

Later, we returned to my house so Scott and Shannon could pick up 
his car. Then, Gina and Heather looked at me with matching 
twinkles in their eyes. Gina asked me to drive us to her house. 
Once there, we almost immediately headed up to her room. Her 
parents had taken Erin and Leah out to a movie, so we had the 
house to ourselves.

In Gina's room, she and Heather showed me the first of their 
private presents, a pair of silk pajama bottoms. At their urging, 
I put them on. I especially enjoyed it when the girls decided to 
see how they felt and started fondling me. Then they pushed me 
onto the bed so I could watch their slow striptease.  When they 
were nude, they dragged me into the master bathroom.

Once there, my second private present was to watch them shave 
themselves. Heather was getting comfortable with Gina touching 
her, but the blonde girl still didn't seem to be interested in 
returning the favor. While they spread themselves open, I 
unbuttoned the pajamas' fly and extracted my erection. Once they 
were both clean-shaven, they took me back to Gina's room for my 
third and final private present.

Heather wanted me to take her virginity.

Over the final weeks of school, I had realized that Heather was 
working up to something big, but I had no idea _how_ big. I 
thought it had been letting Gina go down on her, but I was wrong. 
I wanted to simply jump in bed with her and screw her silly, but 
my conscience kicked in, and I asked if she was sure.

"I'm sure," she said.

She was as horny as I'd ever seen her, and I quickly realized 
that she wanted to have sex because she was ready, not because 
she thought that's what I wanted. Heather had seen Gina and me 
together--many times--so she decided I would be The One.

The two girls had been using "Pinky" for several months. In 
addition, Heather had been giving me blowjobs and I had gone down 
on her almost as often. So she thought she knew what to expect. 
But when she spread her legs, she looked a little nervous.

I slowed down and kissed up her body, taking time to tickle the 
backs of her knees, the sensitive skin on her inner thighs, the 
insides of her wrists. With my erection bumping her inner thigh, 
I nuzzled her neck and kissed her earlobes until she gasped, 
clutching my head and grinding her hips against my stomach. Then 
I moved lower and sucked her nipples, marveling at how firm her 
breasts were despite their size. When I began licking her freshly 
shaved slit, she quickly grew slippery.

As I looked up, Gina was smiling at us and playing with herself. 
At her gesture, I returned my attention to Heather. Fifteen 
minutes later, the curvy blonde gasped and shuddered with her 
first orgasm of the night. When I continued licking her smooth 
pussy, she begged me to fuck her.

I moved between her legs and teased her with my hard shaft, 
rubbing its length along her channel. Then I set the tip at her 
opening and eased forward. She was so worked up that her pussy 
was practically gushing. My cock slid home with ease, spreading 
her virginal lips and caressing her sensitive inner ridges.

"Oh... my... God," Heather gasped.

"See what I mean?" Gina asked the blonde girl.

"Oh, yes," Heather hissed, lightly clawing my back. "This is _so_ 
much better than your vibrator."

She wasn't on the pill, so I needed to be careful and not come 
inside her, but I knew I could keep things under control. Her 
pussy quickly adjusted to my girth and she urged me to start 
moving within her. When I did, her fingernails dug into my back 
and she moaned in pleasure.

For the next couple of hours, Heather, Gina, and I enjoyed 
ourselves. Heather's pussy was a little sore after the second 
time we had sex, but she was more than happy to help Gina suck me 
off. Gina stayed dripping-wet the entire night, and once again 
seemed to be in sexual overdrive. When I finally drove home, a 
little before midnight, I was completely drained and Heather was 
a very satisfied non-virgin.

When Mom heard me at my bedroom door, she came out of her room 
and walked toward me, rubbing her eyes sleepily.

"Did you have fun tonight?" she asked, standing on tiptoe to kiss 
my cheek. Then her eyes widened as she smelled Gina and Heather 
on my face. "I guess you _did_."

I felt my face heating.

"Kendall called," Mom continued. "She sounded pretty excited. She 
wanted you to call her back, if you got home before midnight."

I quickly looked at my watch. I had about five minutes.

"She mentioned something about coming to visit," Mom prompted.

"Oops."

"Was there something you wanted to ask us?"

"Um, yeah," I said. Then I asked if Kendall could come visit for 
a week and stay in our guest bedroom.

"Sure," Mom said without hesitation. "We'd love to have her." 
Then she paused, thinking. "Do you want me to talk to her mother, 
to make sure everything's okay?"

"Do you mind?"

"Not at all. But I'll do it in the morning." She kissed me on the 
cheek again. "I don't know how you keep so many women happy at 
once, but they're certainly lucky you do."

"I dunno how I do it either," I replied with a shrug. "I guess my 
parents raised me right."

With that, she squeezed my arm and silently padded back to her 
room.

Once inside my bedroom, I quickly called Kendall. She answered, 
sleepily, on the first ring. As soon as she heard my voice, she 
perked up. I apologized for calling so late, and explained that 
I'd been out with Gina, Scott, Shannon, and other friends. I 
decided to tell her about Heather some other time.

While we talked, I took off my clothes and climbed into bed. 
Kendall's parents had agreed to let her come visit, as long as it 
was okay with my parents. I told her about my mom's offer to call 
her mom, and she said it was a good idea.

Then what we both intended to be a short conversation turned into 
four hours. We talked about UT, about the end of my junior year, 
about my SAT exam--I was surprised that I scored a 1350--and more. 
We also talked about her parents. Her father still didn't realize 
she was having sex, but her mother obviously knew what was going 
on.

"I had no idea that my mom understood so much about me," she said.

"See?"

"She's been really cool about it too," she said. "My dad didn't 
want to let me come spend the week with you, but my mom talked 
him into it." Then she sighed in wonder.

I chuckled softly.

"Yeah, Mr. Smug. I know, I know, you told me so."

After that, we talked more about her relationship with her 
parents. With her away at school, she and her mother had grown 
very close. She still seemed to have a blind spot where her own 
emotions were concerned, but it was gradually shrinking as she 
began to "overcome some of her presuppositions," as she put it.

Toward the end of our conversation, we were both joking about 
dirty phone calls, and one thing led to another. While I listened 
to her masturbate, I stroked myself. At my urging, she told me 
what she was doing, in a husky whisper. When the phone grew 
silent, I knew she was coming.

"It's still better when you're inside me," she said, panting 
softly. Then, in exquisite detail, she told me how she wanted to 
straddle me and slide her pussy over my cock. She told me she'd 
hold my hands over her breasts and let me play with her nipples 
while she rocked against me.

"Oh, God," I groaned. "I'm gonna come." With a rush, I erupted, 
hot come splattering onto my stomach.

"If I were there," she said, her voice sultry, "I'd clean you 
up."

"If you were here, I wouldn't _need_ to be cleaned up. I'd've 
come inside you."

She laughed tiredly and told me she loved me. I said I loved her 
and we talked for another fifteen minutes. But by then, 4:18AM, 
we were both incredibly sleepy, so we said goodnight.

My life was so hard. My parents were going to kill me for the 
four-hour long-distance phone call, but I was too happy to care.

-----

The next week, I put the doors and top on the Jeep and then drove 
to Chattanooga to pick up Kendall. At first, my parents weren't 
going to let me drive that far by myself, especially since I'd 
only been driving the Jeep for less than two weeks. But I 
promised to drive the speed limit and be careful, so they 
ultimately consented.

At Kendall's house, we spent the afternoon with her mom and then 
had dinner with the entire family. Immediately after we finished 
eating, Drew got on the phone with his girlfriend. Adam, Melissa, 
Kendall and I then talked for a while in the living room.

About an hour later, we loaded Kendall's suitcase into the back 
of the Jeep. When Adam asked me about it, I explained the car-
for-grades challenge. Not only did he approve of my GPA, he even 
liked my choice in cars (since he drove a International Scout, 
which was similar to my Jeep).

After a little more small talk, Kendall and I said our goodbyes 
and climbed into the Jeep. It wasn't the quietest or most 
comfortable car in the world, but Kendall thought it was great.

At my house, we unloaded Kendall's things and I called Gina to 
let her know we were home safe. I invited her over, but she was 
cleaning house, and said she'd see us the following day. Lisa 
McGrath was supposed to come for a visit the next day. She 
planned to stay for a few days and then she and Gina were going 
back to Charleston for a week, to visit Lisa's family.

After Kendall and I took a shower and got cleaned up, we fixed 
some popcorn and settled onto the couch to watch TV. My father 
had already left for his trip, but Mom joined us. On the way back 
from Chattanooga, Kendall and I had talked about how to ask my 
parents if she could spend the night with me. As it turned out, 
that wasn't necessary.

"I saw you put your suitcase in the guest bedroom," Mom said to 
Kendall. "Did you want to stay in there?"

"We thought... I mean...," Kendall said.

"I guess we were wondering if she could just sleep in my room," I 
said. "But we didn't know what you and Dad would say, so..."

Then Mom grinned at us. "You know you're going to cause all sorts 
of problems for me, don't you?"

"If... I mean... um... if you don't want us to..."

"It's not that," Mom said with a grin. "What am I going to tell 
Erin when she has a boyfriend she wants to sleep over?"

"Oh," I said. "We hadn't even thought of that." Then I looked at 
Kendall. "Don't tell me you did," I accused.

Her shrug said she _had_ thought about it.

"Don't worry about it," Mom replied, smiling to let me off the 
hook. "Your father and I have talked about it. When Erin has a 
boyfriend she's having sex with, we'll see. But he probably won't 
be allowed to spend the night until she's sixteen, and only if we 
know and trust the boy's parents."

"I guess it's too bad Gina doesn't have a brother," I said.

"Good God, no," Mom blurted. "Heaven help us if she did!" She and 
Kendall grinned at each other. "I'll make sure Erin understands," 
Mom continued. "So you two can sleep together, or not. You're an 
adult," she said to Kendall. Then she turned to me. "And you're 
close enough. So I'll leave it up to you to decide."

"Oh," I said. "That's easy. I want Kendall to sleep with me."

Kendall nodded in agreement.

The next day, Kendall, Gina, and I picked up Lisa at the airport. 
When we got back to Gina's house, our sisters and a couple of 
their friends were there, lying out topless. As soon as their 
friends saw me, they immediately covered up. Erin and Leah merely 
grinned.

Since the four younger girls were at Gina's, we decided to go 
hang out at my house. On the way there, I showed Kendall and Lisa 
the Coulters' new house, which was still under construction.

Gina seemed bored with the house, but Kendall listened 
attentively as I pointed out little design features and details. 
Afterward, we climbed back into the Jeep and headed to my house. 
Mom was out shopping with Elizabeth and Scott Anderson's mom, so 
we had the place to ourselves.

Since we had a privacy fence around the back yard, Gina and Lisa 
wanted to sunbathe nude. Kendall and I joined them. Soon enough, 
Gina and Lisa started fooling around. The rest of the afternoon 
was pretty much a blur of breasts, legs, and asses. I came three 
times and finally had to take a break. Kendall curled up in my 
lap and we snuggled as Gina and Lisa kept going.

The next two days were more of the same. One afternoon, when Mom 
and Erin were out shopping, Heather came over. I had my hands 
full with four girls. Fortunately, we only had a couple of hours. 
Otherwise, I think they would've kept going. Kendall realized I 
was getting tired and suggested that we relax and simply soak up 
the sun.

To be honest, it was a relief when we dropped off Gina and Lisa 
at the airport. Kendall and I spent the rest of our week relaxing. 
We enjoyed sleeping together and ended up talking about a lot of 
things: Gina, college, my last year in high school, wrestling, 
Kendall's friends, her home life, and more.

When I finally drove Kendall home, I felt closer to her than ever. 
She wasn't as sexually adventuresome as Gina, but we seemed to 
have a deeper connection. I loved both girls very much, but I was 
beginning to see major differences between them.

-----

The last week of June, my family headed to camp. Susan was happy 
to see us, and I was looking forward to spending a week alone 
with her. The present she told me about turned out to be a new 
exercise building, on the shoulder of the hill the clubhouse sat 
on. Over the winter, construction workers had removed one of the 
shuffleboard courts and replaced it with a small, screened-in 
building with an Astroturf-covered floor.

In addition to a stationary bicycle, it had a complete set of 
free weights, with nearly a thousand pounds of plates and two 
racks of dumbbells. A friend of Susan's from town had helped her 
pick out the equipment, including several weight machines and a 
treadmill.

It was partially a birthday present for me, but she knew the 
other camp members would benefit from it as well. She had even 
bought special chrome-plated weights and machines, to survive the 
humid climate in South Carolina.

After she showed me the weight room, we headed down to the lake 
to soak up some sun. We pulled loungers next to my parents and 
Susan told us about what was going on in her sons' lives. She had 
gone to Annapolis for Kirk's graduation and commissioning as a 
Navy Ensign. Following in his father's footsteps, he had been 
selected for flight training, and was currently stationed at NAS 
Pensacola.

Once Doug graduated, he planned to get a job with a microchip 
company in Austin and work on his Masters degree at UT. (When 
_Susan_ said UT, she meant the University of Texas. When _I_ said 
it, I meant the University of Tennessee. We had a few interesting 
misunderstandings before we straightened out our vocabulary and 
decided to call them simply Tennessee and Texas.)

Susan also told us about Stacy and Jason. They were living 
together in a small apartment in Columbia. Stacy was doing well 
in school, and had made the dean's list both semesters. She had 
also earned a second year of her scholarship. Jason had finished 
his MBA and was studying to become a CPA.

Then Susan told us about her plans for her house and the camp in 
general. At her house, she wanted to replace the back porch roof 
with a pergola--with latticework sides--for her jasmine to climb. 
She also wanted to buy a hot tub to put under the new pergola.

For the camp itself, she planned to remove the remaining 
shuffleboard court and add an in-ground hot tub. In addition, 
she'd have the space to add an outdoor shower, which would serve 
the volleyball court, the hot tub, and the exercise building.

She and Gunny had also decided to start installing window-unit 
air conditioners in the motel-style buildings. Air conditioning 
the cabins would be trickier, because they would require larger 
units, but she planned to add ceiling fans to all of them.

Finally, Susan wanted to completely remodel Bernie Kestrel's old 
house. Dwight Delozier had offered to take a look and give her an 
estimate on the cost of the job. He owned a small construction 
company in Spartanburg, and he'd be able to tell her what she 
needed to have done. Dwight had also offered to tear down her 
porch and build the pergola for her. When I immediately 
volunteered to help, she grinned.

"I was hoping you would," she said.

"I like working with Dwight. Besides, it'll give me some good 
experience."

Then I told her about how I wanted to be an architect. My parents 
had heard it all before, but they still smiled at my enthusiasm. 
Susan listened attentively as I talked about the Coulters' new 
house, how cool Steve Easterbrook was, and how I'd already 
learned a lot about different architectural styles.

When she asked me what made me decide to be an architect, I told 
her about how I could "see" the Coulters' new house in my 
imagination. I couldn't explain it very well, but whenever I 
thought about designing a building, or when I recognized an 
architectural style, it somehow felt _right_. Even though she 
grinned at my zeal, she took me seriously.

"So you're really serious about becoming an architect?" she asked 
when I finally wound down.

"Oh, yes," Mom interjected with a grin. "Sometimes, that's all he 
talks about."

-----

Gina's family arrived a week later. Unfortunately, her father had 
to stay in Atlanta and work. He would fly to Columbia and then 
drive to camp for the weekends, but he wouldn't be able to spend 
more than a couple of days at a time. Kara was taking summer 
classes in order to graduate sooner, so Elizabeth, Gina, and Leah 
came to camp by themselves.

The same day, the Delozier family, the Dunbars, and the Nolan 
family arrived. Later that evening, Norm and Dee pulled in with 
their Airstream trailer.

Gina and I spent most of our time relaxing and enjoying the sun. 
We got together with Susan a couple of times, but Gina didn't 
seem to be in sexual overdrive, which was nice. Mostly, we spent 
our time like the grown-up couples did: reading, sunning 
ourselves, swimming, and relaxing.

Dwight and I also took a look at the Kestrel house. Inside, he 
showed me all the things that would need to be replaced: most of 
the major appliances, most of the plumbing fixtures, and all the 
flooring. He explained each step of the proposed remodeling, 
which I soaked up like a sponge.

Then we locked the house and headed back to Susan's. There, we 
looked at her back porch. Dwight said we could use the existing 
roof posts to support the pergola, which we'd build with 
pressure-treated four-by-fours for the headers and rails, and 
two-by-sixes for the actual rafters.

When Susan stepped outside, Dwight gave her a rough cost estimate 
on refurbishing the Kestrel house. Since the project would 
involve a crew of workers, Susan wanted it done in the off-season. 
She also gave us the go-ahead to build her pergola. That 
afternoon, Dwight and I borrowed Gunny Kershaw's pickup truck and 
drove to town. At McMasters' Hardware, we picked up the necessary 
building supplies.

As usual, Dwight had brought his tools with him to camp. (Since 
he often did projects for Susan, his family always stayed rent-
free.) He even had an extra tool belt for me. In a day, we 
demolished the existing porch roof, squared off the support posts, 
and built the pergola. Susan and Gina kept us liberally supplied 
with lemonade, and we finished shortly before dinner.

Before the sawdust even settled, Susan thanked us with big hugs. 
Afterward, Dwight and I admired our work. He told me I'd be 
wasted as an architect. According to him, I needed to become a 
construction worker. At first, I thought he was serious, but then 
he clapped me on the shoulder and laughed.

"Son," he said, "you've got a knack for seeing the big picture. 
Construction work's an honest trade, but what this world needs is 
more architects with a good head on their shoulders."

"Uh, thanks," I said. "I guess."

"Don't mention it," he replied as we cleaned our work area.

-----

For the Fourth of July, we celebrated with a barbeque picnic and 
fireworks. The Fourth was on a Friday, and since Chris had the 
day off, he flew over early. Dwight and I cooked immense 
quantities of pork ribs, pork shoulder, and chicken. Dwight's son 
Jonathan and Alan Nolan were our helpers. Most of the men in camp 
congregated around the barbeque, drinking beer and shooting the 
breeze.

Compared to the previous year's Fourth of July, I actually 
enjoyed this one. The year before, Gina had been petulant and 
aloof. This year, she was as loving as ever, with no sign of the 
girl who'd once left the table in disgust. Obviously, I liked the 
new Gina much better.

Once again, my dad, Chris, Dwight, and I launched wave after wave 
of fireworks. Chris served as the emcee, announcing what we were 
about to fire and generally entertaining the crowd while we 
readied the next round.

When we lit the big finale, everyone applauded and cheered. 
Afterward, Gina neatly slid under my arm and put her arm around 
my waist. Later, we slipped away for a much quieter evening of 
our _own_ fireworks.

The next day, Manfred's family arrived. Later that afternoon, the 
Jordans arrived as well. Much to my relief, Jenny hadn't called 
me again. I guess she had realized that I wasn't interested in 
her. I certainly _hoped_ she had, at least.

The Tharp twins and their family arrived too. Several families 
with younger kids also arrived, but I only vaguely remembered any 
of them.

In addition, two new families arrived. Edward and Deirdre 
Sullivan were from Charlotte, like Manfred's family. They had a 
daughter, Maureen, who was our age, and a son, Sean, who was 
Erin's age. Maureen had beautiful strawberry-blonde hair like her 
mother. She was also as sunburn-prone as Manfred was, with pale, 
smooth skin. Her brother had dark hair, blue eyes, and long, long 
eyelashes (the longest I'd ever seen on a guy--don't ask me why I 
noticed).

The other new family was the Zacharys: Brad, Allison, Mark, and 
Todd. They had moved from Los Angeles to Atlanta, and the Jordans 
had invited them to camp. They were all blonde and tan. Mark was 
eighteen and Todd was fifteen.

With the arrival of new families, there were a lot of teenagers 
in camp. Unfortunately, trouble started almost immediately--Mark 
and Todd were arrogant assholes. Even though I was from one of 
the largest cities in the U.S., they treated me like a hick. As 
far as they were concerned, California was the center of the 
universe.

I would've been fine with them deriding me if they hadn't treated 
my friends the same way. Worse, Jenny and Jill were obviously hot 
for the blonde brothers. I thought Manfred would be crushed, but 
he was mostly angry at being treated like a dumb redneck. 
Evidently, he and Jenny had drifted apart over the past year 
(which, knowing Jenny, was probably a good thing).

The group of teenagers quickly polarized into two cliques, which 
was fine by me, since Mark and Todd usually managed to irritate 
me whenever I talked to them. To make matters worse, every time I 
was around either of them, they inevitably muttered "hyuck, 
hyuck" (like the cartoon character Goofy) as soon as I walked 
away. They didn't even have the tact to do it when I was out of 
earshot. So it was all I could do not to simply punch one of them.

Fortunately for Manfred, he was more interested in Maureen 
Sullivan. And _boy_, was she interested in him. Like the rest of 
us, she didn't like Mark and Todd. Moreover, when she learned 
about Manfred and Jenny, she was livid. At first, I thought she 
was mad at Manfred, but I quickly realized that she thought Jenny 
was being "a no-good tramp." Needless to say, I kept quiet on the 
issue, but privately agreed with her.

Things came to a head when I had to listen, again, to "the right 
way to do things, like in California." When I tossed my pool cue 
on the table and turned to leave, Mark did his "hyuck, hyuck" 
thing.

"Gonna go screw yer sister?" he asked, in his annoying faux-
hillbilly voice.

I don't think he realized I could move as quickly as I did.

I'm ashamed to say that I lost my temper. Worse, I got a lot of 
satisfaction from seeing his alarmed expression when my arm shot 
out and pinned him against the wall, by the throat. He struggled 
for breath and tried to get my hand loose, but he might as well 
have been clawing at an iron statue; I was _far_ stronger than 
him.

Before I could do anything more than glare at him, Gina pulled me 
off, telling me he wasn't worth it. I stepped back and stared him 
down. Then I realized Manfred was right behind me, ready to back 
me up. He was glaring at Todd, making sure I wasn't jumped from 
behind.

"As soon as I leave, Mark," I said evenly, "you're probably gonna 
spout some shit about 'I was just about to kick his ass.'"

He didn't say anything.

"But you and I both know the truth." I paused to let that sink in. 
Then I continued coldly, "So if you _really_ think you can kick 
my ass, now's your chance. If you wanna start something, go ahead. 
But if you _do_ start something with me, you can bet your ass 
that I'll _finish_ it."

He simply glared.

"That's what I thought," I said contemptuously. Then I started to 
turn away from him. But before I completed the motion, I stopped 
and fixed him with a steely glare. "And if you think your little 
Goofy bit is funny, think again. If I hear 'hyuck, hyuck' one... 
more... time, you'll regret it."

"Yeah?" Todd jeered. "What're you gonna do?"

I leveled my gaze at him. "Do you _really_ wanna find out?" I 
asked, still icy calm.

When Todd started to reply, Mark savagely cut him off.

"Shut the fuck up, Todd," he said.

I smiled tightly at Mark, but the smile never touched my eyes. 
"Y'all have a nice day now, y'hear," I said, mocking him with an 
exaggerated Southern accent.

After that, I stayed away from them and they stayed away from me. 
The Tharp twins, who'd seen the whole thing, avoided Mark and 
Todd as well. Maureen gushed about how Manfred hadn't even 
hesitated when he moved to watch my back.

Gina was a little upset that I'd lost my temper, but she only 
mentioned it in private. Both in public and in private, however, 
she was grateful that I'd said something about the Zachary 
brothers' arrogance and baiting.

Jenny and Jill didn't want to have anything to do with us either, 
but I couldn't have cared less. In the end, only the four of them 
hung out together. Basically, it was the California teenagers in 
one corner and the Southern teenagers in the other.

That seemed to be fine with everyone concerned.

A couple of days later, Gina, Maureen, Manfred, and I hiked to 
the quarry. Maureen and Manfred had grown very close, and I could 
tell they were looking forward to the time away from camp. On the 
hike up, Manfred pretended to re-tie his hiking boot and then 
hung back with me for a few minutes.

"Dude," he said softly, "Maureen told me she's on the pill."

"Yeah?"

He nodded emphatically. "She's really cute," he said. "Don't you 
think?"

"Yeah, she is, Manfred."

"And she goes to school about fifteen minutes from where we 
live."

"_Very_ cool."

Practically brimming with enthusiasm, he jogged back to the head 
of our little line. When he passed Maureen, he turned and trotted 
backward for a few feet, grinning like an idiot--until he tripped 
over a tree root, that is. He caught his balance before ending up 
on his ass, and he managed to look good doing it, even with the 
goofy smile he was sporting. For her part, Maureen turned to Gina 
and rolled her eyes, grinning and blushing as she did.

Once we reached the quarry, Maureen practically dragged Manfred 
into the water. While Gina and I swam out to the waterfall, the 
other couple made out in the shade of the big rock. After lunch, 
Maureen asked Manfred to show her the top of the falls.

"And maybe you should bring the raft," she suggested.

Manfred, grinning from ear to ear, picked it up, grabbed a 
blanket, and took her hand. About an hour later, Gina and I 
smiled at each other as Maureen cried out in pleasure. When they 
came back down, shortly before we had to return to camp, Maureen 
blushed, but didn't let go of Manfred's hand.

All the way back to camp, Maureen and Gina hung back, chatting 
and giggling. Manfred was incredibly sanguine about it, merely 
grinning and looking over his shoulder occasionally. Maureen 
seemed to be a lot better for him than Jenny. And the perky 
redhead was enthusiastic about dating him after their families 
returned to Charlotte.

_Good for Manfred,_ I thought. _And good riddance to Jenny. I 
hope you enjoy her, Mark, 'cause sooner or later, she'll screw 
you over, too. I guarantee it._

-----

While we were at the quarry, Kendall's family arrived. When we 
returned to camp, she greeted us warmly. After dinner, we filled 
her in on the Zachary brothers and then introduced her to Maureen.

When Drew heard about Mark and Todd, he scowled. Evidently, he 
thought he and Jill would pick up where they'd left things. Trish 
Delozier, however, was more than happy to fill the void. Over the 
past year, Trish had filled out a lot, and that seemed to suit 
Drew just fine. Erin and Leah were more interested in the quiet, 
sensitive Sean Sullivan, so everyone seemed happy.

Later that night, when Mark saw Kendall for the first time, he 
started hitting on her. I wanted to tell him to get lost, but 
Gina held me back and told me to just watch. From the way she was 
grinning, I think she had an inkling of how Kendall would handle 
herself.

Mark, looking confident as ever, chatted with Kendall for a few 
minutes. But when he invited her to join him and Jenny at the 
pool table, she laughed at him. Then she talked to him for a 
minute, looking as sweet as I'd ever seen her. But while she 
talked, Mark's face got progressively darker. Then, with a flip 
of her hair she turned and walked toward me. I shook my head in 
wonder when I realized she was doing her "model walk," more for 
Mark's benefit than mine.

"What did you say to him?" I asked.

"I told him I don't date _boys_," Kendall said with an artfully 
innocent expression. "'And bless your heart,' I said, 'but my 
boyfriend keeps me _very_ happy, thank you.'"

She kissed my cheek, stepped close, and slipped her arm around my 
waist. Then she smiled wryly at Mark, lifted her hand, and 
waggled her fingers at him in a little wave.

"If I've learned nothing else in college," she said, still 
smiling sweetly, "at least I know how to put frat rats in their 
place."

I could barely contain my laughter as Gina, Kendall, and I headed 
to the lake to meet Maureen and Manfred.

-----

For the next couple of weeks, the summer was mostly the same as 
the year before. While Gina, Kendall, and I didn't relive the 
sense of wonder and discovery, we more than made up for it in the 
quality of the time we spent together.

Maureen and Manfred were inseparable, and I think it irked Jenny 
to see how happy Manfred was without her. Maureen sensed the 
other girl's pique and doted on Manfred, who was obviously 
enjoying himself.

Manfred took to heart the advice I'd given him the year before--
he actually paid attention to what Maureen wanted and liked. He 
didn't smother her, but it was obvious that he was well and truly 
smitten.

The day before his and Maureen's families left, we hiked to the 
quarry again. Maureen wasn't the exhibitionist Jenny was, so she 
and Manfred fooled around in private. But from the sound of 
things, she was a very happy girl.

The next day, their families packed up and left, driving back to 
Charlotte together. I felt certain that Manfred had found 
happiness, and I was perversely glad that it wasn't with Jenny. 
The Jordan family left as well, leaving two very lonely Zachary 
brothers.

I couldn't bring myself to feel sorry for them.

Once again, Mark tried hitting on Kendall, but not only did she 
turn him down flat, she told him that she didn't think he could 
"satisfy her" like I could. After that, I quit trying to protect 
Kendall, since she was doing just fine on her own!

-----

When Dennis and Elaine Raeford arrived at camp, they were happy 
to see us. They were happy to see my parents as well. A few days 
later, they all got together for a party at Susan's house.

Gina, Kendall, and I knew what was happening, so after dark, we 
snuck around to Susan's porch to watch. To our disappointment, 
the curtains were closed.

The next day, Susan teased me about it, saying that she wanted 
the Raefords to have some privacy for their first time swinging. 
Susan, of course, knew about our peeping, but I didn't realize 
she was so deliberate about leaving the curtains open or not. 
With a grin, she told us that the Raefords were coming over again, 
that night.

"And I think I'll leave the curtains open," she said with a wink.

Needless to say, Gina, Kendall, and I were there.

Elaine really liked having two men at once, and she clearly 
enjoyed my dad. After a while, Susan left the room. Then she 
nearly scared us out of our skin when she appeared behind us.

"I thought I'd come see what was going on out here," she said 
mischievously. "Ooooh, doesn't that look nice," she cooed, 
pointing at my erection. "Isn't anyone going to do something 
about that?" When neither Gina nor Kendall uttered a word, Susan 
sank to her knees before me.

Gina and Kendall started fooling around as Susan expertly sucked 
my dick. With a muffled groan, I clutched her head and climaxed. 
Grinning, Susan gave my dick one final suck, wiped her lips, and 
stood.

"I'd better get back inside," she said. Then she kissed me on the 
cheek and turned to the girls. "Take care of our man."

"Oh," Gina replied, "we will."

Kendall nodded in agreement.

Once inside, Susan winked and surreptitiously waved to us through 
the sliding glass door. Then she and Mom double-teamed Dennis 
while Dad fucked Elaine from behind.

Gina, Kendall, and I wanted to watch, but we also wanted to fool 
around. We didn't want to make too much noise--and alert the 
other adults to our presence--so I ran up to our cabin, grabbed a 
blanket, and met the girls at the nature trail clearing.

I wanted to take my time and get the girls really worked up, but 
they had other ideas. I lost track of who was fucking me and who 
was straddling my face, but I didn't really care. By the time we 
took a swim to cool off and clean up, we were exhausted. I walked 
Kendall to the Winnie and then dropped Gina at her cabin. At my 
own cabin, I climbed into the upper bunk and was asleep in 
minutes.

-----

Before Gina's family left camp for the summer, Susan asked us if 
we wouldn't mind spending the Saturday at camp, instead of hiking 
to the quarry. She had something special in mind. Then she talked 
to Kendall privately. Afterward, Kendall wouldn't tell us what 
was going on, merely smiling and saying, "Wait and see."

After lunch on Saturday, Susan asked us to come help her with 
some things around the house. I wanted to grumble, but I'd been 
raised to be more polite than that. I wondered what she needed 
help with that couldn't have waited a day--Gina and I wanted to 
hike to the quarry with Kendall.

The surprise, however, was even better. Susan had decided she was 
ready for a foursome with us (since Kendall had turned eighteen). 
So she had talked with Kendall, to make sure the older girl was 
comfortable with it. Kendall still preferred men to women, but 
she was more than happy for the four of us to get together.

Most of the afternoon, Susan and Gina were together, but once, 
while I was recovering, the three women formed a triangle and ate 
each other as I watched. Afterward, I fucked each of them from 
behind, finally burying myself in Susan and shooting deep inside 
her.

We spent the rest of the afternoon together, fucking, sucking, 
and doing anything else we wanted. When I was finally too worn 
out to continue, Kendall and I took a shower together and then 
snuggled while Gina and Susan played with each other on Susan's 
bed.

The next day, Gina's family returned to Atlanta. She wanted to 
stay at camp and return with my family, but she and Leah were 
going to visit her grandparents in Richmond, so she had to go. 
Because we knew we'd be seeing each other again in a few weeks, 
her departure was less bittersweet than previous years.

Kendall's remaining week at camp was a lot slower-paced. We got 
together with the Raefords once, but it was the same as the year 
before, with each couple simply watching the other. Elaine did 
come right out and tell me she was looking forward to when I 
turned eighteen. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out 
why.

Kendall said she was looking forward to the same thing. To my 
surprise, she said she wanted to swing with the Raefords. She 
loved me very much, but she wanted to experiment with another man 
while I watched.

It was a fantasy she'd told me about when we spent spring break 
at Bridget's cabin, so I wasn't surprised when she told me she 
wanted the other man to be Dennis. For the same reason Elaine was 
attracted to me--she said I reminded her of Dennis--Kendall 
thought Dennis was handsome.

-----

After my family returned to Atlanta, in August, the Coulters' new 
house was ready to move into. It looked exactly as I had imagined 
it. The guesthouse, swimming pool, and hot tub were still being 
built, but they were shaping up exactly as my mind's eye pictured 
them.

For the move from their rental house to their new home, the 
Coulters once again hired a moving company. Our family, of course, 
helped. Scott, Shannon, and Heather came over to help as well. 
The whole move took two sixteen-hour days, but by the time we 
were done, the Coulters were in their new house.

Gina and Leah had big bedrooms upstairs, with a large shared 
bathroom between them. There was also a guest bedroom with a 
private bath. The master bedroom, downstairs, was positively 
palatial, with twelve-foot ceilings (like all of the first floor), 
a sitting area, a walk-in closet with a dressing area, and a 
bathroom that had both a Jacuzzi tub and a large walk-in shower.

After the guesthouse, pool, and hot tub were completed, the 
contractor would install a privacy fence around the back yard. 
Since the Coulters had a double lot, with forest behind them, 
they would be well out of sight of the neighbors.

-----

For my senior year in high school, I had registered for some 
challenging courses: Advanced Placement English, AP Physics, Pre-
calculus, AP Government & Politics, Spanish II, and 
Typing/Drafting. Typing was a one-semester required course, so I 
opted to take Drafting opposite it. The class was geared more 
toward engineering than architecture, but a lot of the same 
principles applied.

Gina and I had three classes together: AP English, Pre-calculus, 
and AP Government & Politics. Her other classes were AP Biology, 
AP Latin, and the requisite one-semester Typing (which we didn't 
share). She would spend the other semester as a teacher's aide 
for Biology classes.

The AP classes were going to be tough, but if we did well enough 
on the official college board exams, we'd get college credit. We 
both had D lunch, along with Scott, Shannon, Kelly, Livy, Heather, 
Mike, and his girlfriend, Debbie.

In addition, Erin and Leah were freshmen and excited about the 
prospect of high school. I was torn between wanting to help Erin 
and not wanting my little sister hanging around all the time. 
Fortunately, she and Leah both had A lunch and our schedules had 
us in completely different parts of the school most of the time. 
So I could be a helpful big brother, but I didn't have to worry 
about having two fifteen-year-old girls pestering me.

-----

Since Doc Rivera had graduated, we had a new varsity heavyweight 
wrestler, Eric Greene. He had gained weight and muscle over the 
summer and would be taking Doc's place on our varsity squad.

When I weighed in with Coach Simmons, I tipped the scales at 1841/2 
pounds, almost the perfect weight for the 185-pound weight class. 
It gave me a little room for normal weight fluctuations (the 
class limit was 187 pounds), but still put me at the top of the 
weight range.

Over the past year, I had also increased my bench press to 275 
pounds. Coach was impressed with both my weight and strength 
gains. Soon after school started, Scott, Mike, Eric, and I began 
strength training, three days a week.

In between practice and homework, Gina, Heather, and I got 
together as often as we could. Heather had gone to the Planned 
Parenthood clinic and gotten on birth control pills, so I no 
longer had to be careful when we had sex. She was as enthusiastic 
as ever, and even seemed to be warming up to girl-girl sex with 
Gina.

Over the summer, Heather told us, she had even pulled a 
monumental prank. She had been at a party where she realized she 
didn't know anyone. She knew she'd had far too much to drink, but 
she was horny. So she gave blowjobs to the host and his two best 
friends. She had promised to fuck them, too, if they called her 
after the party. Then, as the coup de grace, she'd told them her 
name was Becky "Blowjob" Leonardi.

Gina and I howled with laughter when Heather told us the story. 
Among a lot of guys we knew, the rumor was that "Becky Blowjob" 
was a major slut, who'd do anything. Needless to say, the story 
had grown in the telling, and when I actually heard it, "Becky" 
had sucked and fucked every guy at the party.

As with most rumors, the people telling it had a friend of a 
friend who said they'd been there and gotten blown, and swore it 
was true. But I never met _anyone_ who'd actually been at the 
party in question.

The real Becky was incensed. Tony was almost as livid. In a way, 
I actually felt sorry for Becky. She was a caustic bitch, but she 
wasn't a slut. Unfortunately, I couldn't bring myself to actually 
downplay the rumors. I know it was petty of me to take such 
delight in Becky's humiliation, but I guess I'm a petty person 
sometimes.

-----

Wrestling season started with our customary invitational 
tournament. Emmett Carstairs had graduated, but I did get to 
wrestle Pete Yeager. Our match went the full three rounds. I beat 
him on points, and he was panting and drained as we walked off 
the mat together.

"You're a _lot_ stronger than you were last year," he gasped, 
holding his side. "It was all I could do to keep from being 
pinned. And I _know_ I'm a better wrestler than last year."

"You're really good," I said, panting as well.

"Not as good as you. Not anymore."

"Thanks, Yeager," I said, "but you're still really good."

To my surprise, I ended up winning the tournament. Mike won the 
167-pound weight class, and Scott took second place in his 145-
pound class.

-----

Whenever we could, Gina and I visited Knoxville. More and more, I 
was coming to love the campus, as well as the town itself. 
Knoxville was a _lot_ smaller than Atlanta, and much quieter. It 
didn't have nearly the number of things to do that a larger city 
would, but it was a very friendly place.

When the UT Volunteers came to Atlanta to play the Georgia Tech 
Yellow Jackets, we invited the Paytons to come down and stay with 
us. They drove their RV and parked it in our driveway. While Adam 
and Melissa stayed in our guest bedroom, Drew was content to 
spend the night in the camper. Kendall and I wanted to spend the 
night together, but we knew it would cause problems, so she spent 
the night in the camper as well. Erin and Leah were excited to 
see Drew, and we spent a lot of time just hanging out together.

A few weeks later, we drove up to Chattanooga and then rode in 
the Winnebago to Knoxville for the Virginia game. Kendall was 
living in Clement Hall again, and we worked the scam whereby we 
told her parents that Gina was spending the night with Kendall 
and I was going to sleep in the men's wing. Kendall and Abby were 
once again roommates, and Abby went along with the plan. (Since 
UT didn't have sorority houses, Bridget and Toni were living on 
one of the sorority floors in another dorm.)

Susan came to visit us for Thanksgiving. Doug and Kirk flew in as 
well, but they stayed in the Coulters' guesthouse. We had a huge 
Thanksgiving dinner with Gina's family and then relaxed for an 
afternoon of football and friends. The Coulters had cable TV, of 
course, and since they also had a satellite dish, we had all 
sorts of channels to choose from, just in case we tired of 
football.

-----

For the first week of Christmas break, Kendall came to stay with 
my family. She got to hang out with Gina, Heather, Scott, Shannon, 
and me. We had a blast. We went to a couple of parties, and 
Kendall wasn't nearly as shy as she had been before. She thought 
our high school parties were a little tame, though. Compared to 
college parties, I suppose they were.

To my chagrin, Scott figured out that I was involved with both 
Gina and Kendall. (Although I think Shannon might have clued him 
in.) When he asked me about it, I simply grinned as enigmatically 
as I could.

His eyes nearly bugged out. "You mean you're...?" he asked, 
incredulous. "With _both_ of them?!"

I facetiously used my standard line: "C'mon, Scott. Do you 
_really_ think I'm doing it with either of them? We're just good 
friends."

"Good friends?! _Good friends?!_"

I grinned and nodded. Then my smile widened further.

"You _are_ doing it with both of them," he accused.

"Yeah," I admitted. "But you know how it is. Don't tell anyone. 
Okay?"

"Sure, man," he said, shaking his head in wonder. Then he gave me 
a bewildered look. "_Both_ of them?"

I shrugged. "What can I say?"

"Holy shit, man."

"No kidding."

-----

A week before Christmas, I lost my only regular-season wresting 
match. It was a fluke. At the beginning of the first round, I was 
controlling the other guy with an overhook that I quickly turned 
into a headlock. When I went to take him down with a hip-toss, I 
heard a loud pop. Pain lanced through my leg and up my side.

Gina heedlessly rushed to the edge of the mat as soon as I went 
down. Fortunately, my mom had the good sense to stay in the 
bleachers. I can't conceive of the embarrassment I would've 
suffered if my "mommy" had come running to my aid. (Today, as a 
parent, I can't _imagine_ the willpower it must have taken for 
her not to rush to my side.)

I wanted to continue the match, but when I tried to stand up, my 
ankle turned and I collapsed under my own weight. I had to 
forfeit. Coach and Mike helped me hobble off the mat. Then Coach 
gingerly manipulated my ankle and quickly determined it was 
sprained. Mom, Gina, and Heather took me to the emergency room.

After x-rays, the doctors diagnosed a moderate sprain--not bad 
enough to warrant a cast. They simply wrapped my ankle and put a 
brace on it. I couldn't walk on it, so they gave me crutches. 
They said as long as I stayed off the ankle, it would heal in 
several weeks.

Two days later, I had to skip an invitational tournament, which 
was disappointing. But I watched from the bleachers as Pete 
Yeager won it. When I congratulated him afterward, he even wished 
me a speedy recovery.

"I'd hate to win regionals if you weren't there," he said, 
grinning.

"Don't worry, Yeager," I assured him. "I'll be there."

"Good. I could use the competition."

-----

For Christmas, our family and the Coulters bought a big combined 
present: an airplane. Over the previous summer, flying back and 
forth to camp had really taken its toll on Chris. In addition, my 
dad was getting tired of the long drives to and from Columbia. So 
he and Chris became partners in a 1965 Cessna 182.

Chris planned to learn how to fly, so he and Dad could shuttle 
between home and camp. Within a one-hour drive of the camp gate, 
there were literally dozens of small airfields. My dad looked at 
his charts and found an airfield only fifteen miles from where 
the camp road met the main road.

Until Chris had his pilot's license and a sufficient amount of 
experience to feel comfortable making the trip, however, the 
plane would be at my dad's sole disposal. As soon as they showed 
us pictures of the plane, I had the urge to learn to fly as well. 
I can't really explain it; I just wanted to fly.

My parents agreed to pay for my flying lessons, after wrestling 
season, and as long as I kept up my grades. Chris was going to 
take lessons at the same time, and my dad wanted to renew his 
Flight Instructor and Instrument Instructor certifications. Dad 
wouldn't teach us, but he wanted to get some more time in light 
aircraft, which were very different from the commercial jets he 
flew for the airline.

The day after Christmas, our two families headed to Salt Lake 
City again. We stayed in a chalet similar to the one from the 
previous year. Because of my ankle, I didn't get to ski at all, 
and I was pretty depressed about it. Fortunately, Gina spent a 
lot of time with me. She liked skiing, but not as much as I did. 
So she was more than happy to give up the bunny slopes and take 
care of me.

Since only my ankle was sprained, she spent a lot of time trying 
to sprain _another_ body part. But try as hard as she might--and 
believe me, she did try--she couldn't sprain my dick.

When we weren't having sex, Gina and I spent a lot of simple 
quality time together. We had a hefty reading list for AP English, 
and we took turns reading out loud to each other. We also had fun 
cooking for ourselves while our families were on the slopes. Even 
though I was more than capable of taking care of myself, Gina 
pampered me.

We also explored Park City. The resort was fairly large, and 
included a number of shops and restaurants. Since my arms were so 
strong, I didn't have any trouble getting around on my crutches. 
So Gina and I got to act like a grown-up couple. Almost.

We spent New Years Eve at the chalet and our families threw a big 
party. By then, Erin and Leah had discovered our parents' 
swinging, but they were still more interested in each other. They 
both had boyfriends, but after a few hurtful incidents, they 
decided not to let the guys come between them.

I knew Gina still chafed at not being able to join the adults' 
swinging, but she didn't challenge her mother. We contented 
ourselves with remaining at the periphery of the group and 
fooling around with Kara. Actually, _Gina_ contented herself. I 
just had fun. I learned long ago that Gina and I had an 
extraordinary number of freedoms, and I was happy with what our 
parents allowed us. Compared to most of our friends, we had 
blissfully enlightened parents.

Finally, however, our Christmas break was over. My ankle was 
still very tender, but at least I could put more weight on it, 
and I could tell it was healing.

When school started after the break, I was down to only one 
crutch, but walking to class was still tedious and painful. My 
classes were tough, but I really enjoyed them, especially English 
and Government & Politics. Where school was concerned, Gina was 
very good for me. She pushed me to do better, to work harder, and 
she helped me develop a lot of good study habits.

She might have been impetuous and constantly horny, but when it 
came to schoolwork, she was incredibly focused. She really wanted 
to be a doctor, and nothing was going to stand in her way. A lot 
of her drive and determination evidently rubbed off on me.

Once I was cleared to start wrestling practice again, I worked 
hard, both in the weight room and on the mat. Coach worked with 
me, showing me a lot of advanced take-downs. In turn, I practiced 
those moves with the other guys in the 185-pound and heavyweight 
weight classes.

Gina came to every match and Heather came to most of them. I went 
14-1 over the season, suffering my only loss when I sprained my 
ankle, before Christmas.

In the regional tournament, I wrestled Pete Yeager in the finals 
and beat him. It wasn't easy, and I had to work for the pin, but 
I won. A true sportsman, Pete congratulated me and wished me luck 
in the state tournament.

-----

Kendall's nineteenth birthday fell between the regional and state 
tournaments, so Gina and I flew up to Knoxville for the weekend. 
Even though they no longer shared a suite, Kendall and Bridget 
were still good friends, and we got to spend the weekend at 
Bridget's family's cabin in the mountains. Bridget even let 
Kendall borrow her car for the weekend.

Gina baked Kendall a birthday cake and we celebrated Sunday 
morning.

In mid-December, Susan had found a 1918 edition of _Gray's 
Anatomy_. She had originally thought I might like to get it for 
Gina as a Christmas gift, but I had already bought all of Gina's 
presents. So I talked it over with Gina, and we got it for 
Kendall, as a birthday present. When Kendall unwrapped the 
present and read the book's cover, she looked up with misty eyes.

"Oh, my goodness," she said. "Thank you so much." She looked up, 
beaming. "Where did you all ever find this?"

I explained how Susan found it at an antique bookstore.

Oblivious, Kendall reverently leafed through the book. She 
apologized for being preoccupied with it, but Gina and I didn't 
mind.

Around noon, we fixed lunch and talked about school while we ate. 
The girls talked about how difficult it was to get accepted to 
medical school. I didn't really have anything to add to the 
conversation, so I politely listened.

All too soon, however, Gina and I needed to catch our flight. We 
hurriedly cleaned up the cabin and then packed our clothes. We 
loaded Bridget's car and Kendall took us to the airport. Then she 
walked to the gate with us. With hugs and kisses, we said goodbye.

-----

Once again, the city of Macon hosted the state wrestling 
tournament. Like Pete Yeager, the year before, I made it to the 
finals. And also like Pete, I lost to the wrestler from Savannah. 
Unlike Pete, I didn't get pinned. For a full six minutes, I gave 
as good as I got. But in the end, the other guy scored two take-
downs while I only scored one. We each had reversal, near-fall, 
and escape points, but his extra take-down made the difference.

He won, 10-8.

Mike Gee was once again state champion, and he got scholarship 
offers to several Division I schools. Since his family had moved 
from Columbus, the only one he really cared about was Ohio State. 
He got a full athletic scholarship from them. After he signed the 
papers, he called his girlfriend, then me.

Surprisingly, I got a couple of scholarship offers as well. The 
scouts had come from all over to see Mike wrestle, but they'd 
also been impressed by my performance. When they talked to me, I 
was polite and interested, but I was still a little surprised. As 
much as wrestling meant to me, though, I didn't know if I wanted 
to wrestle in college.

I thought about it a lot. I talked it over with Gina. I talked it 
over with Kendall. I called Susan to get her opinion. I even 
talked to my parents about it. In the end, my decision was 
heavily influenced by something Coach Simmons once said. He'd 
been berating me about my grades, and he said, "Wrestling is a 
good sport; it'll teach you a lot of the things you'll need to be 
successful in life, but you need an education if you wanna be 
something someday."

I knew I wanted to be an architect. Since I first met Steve 
Easterbrook and saw the plans for the Coulters' house come to 
life, I knew what I wanted. Architecture was a five-year degree. 
I'd talked to one of Kendall's friends, an architecture major, 
who told me about long hours spent on projects and all the work 
involved. I wasn't afraid of the effort, but it would take a lot 
of time and dedication.

Being a student athlete would divide my time and energy, 
especially if my scholarship depended on it. I enjoyed wrestling, 
both the competition and the strength training. But did I enjoy 
it more than the promise of being an architect? I could attempt 
both, but I felt certain that I'd quickly run myself ragged.

In the end, I turned down the wrestling scholarships. Fortunately, 
I had that option. My parents could afford to pay for college, 
and that gave me a lot of freedom. I didn't want to capriciously 
spend my father's hard-earned money, but my parents made sure I 
understood that I could attend any college I got accepted to. I 
knew they took good care of Erin and me, but never before had the 
evidence been so overwhelming.

My parents supported my decision, even if it meant they'd have to 
pay for college. Gina and Kendall supported me, of course. But to 
my surprise, Coach Simmons, Scott, and Mike supported my decision 
as well.

I knew what my goal was, I knew how to achieve it, but 
unfortunately, wrestling wasn't part of the process.

-----

All through March and April, Chris and I learned to fly. Three 
times a week, in the evenings, we drove to a local airport to 
attend ground school classes. The classes covered a wide range of 
general aviation subjects, from weather patterns to radio 
procedures. It was a lot of work and studying--on top of all my 
schoolwork--but I enjoyed it. I'd been around pilots all my life, 
and had heard a lot of the jargon, but I still got a thrill when 
I _understood_ the reasons behind the procedures and terminology.

On Saturdays, Sundays, and a few Tuesdays, we took flying lessons. 
When Chris flew, I sat in the back. After an hour, we'd land the 
plane so Chris and I could switch positions. Then we'd spend an 
hour with me flying and Chris in the back. It was like a double 
lesson, with both hands-on and observational instruction. The 
lessons were designed to complement our ground school classes, 
and we quickly developed our skills. By early May, we were both 
ready to solo.

Gina, Elizabeth, and my parents came to watch. I didn't realize 
how scared Gina was until later. Neither Chris nor I were 
concerned, since we each had more than twelve hours of flight 
time. That might not sound like a lot, but it is. I told Gina 
that our flight instructor wouldn't even let us attempt to solo 
unless he thought we were ready.

Chris and I decided to let chance determine who would go up first. 
Grinning, Dad pulled out a quarter and flipped it into the air. 
Chris called heads. Dad caught the coin and slapped it against 
the back of his hand. Then he looked up, his grin widening. When 
he didn't immediately lift his hand, Chris and I both glared at 
him.

"Boys," Elizabeth chided as Dad continued to tease us, "if you 
want to be magnificent men in your flying machines, get on with 
it."

Dad and Chris rolled their eyes and then smirked at each other. 
But Dad moved his hand and we all stared at the revealed coin.

Tails!

I'd get to solo first.

Under the watchful eye of both the instructor and my father, I 
walked around the plane, doing the preflight check. Then I got 
into the cockpit, buckled the seat belt, wiped my hands on my 
jeans, and began reading from the placard on the instrument panel.

Half to myself, half out loud, I repeated each item on the list 
as I did it: preflight, complete; seatbelt, adjust and lock; 
brakes, tested and set; avionics master switch, off; and so on.

When I completed the list, I silently went through it again, 
double-checking everything. At last, I glanced outside the plane 
for the first time in several minutes. Then I checked to make 
sure no one was near the propeller.

"Clear prop!" I called.

My heartbeat thudded in my ears as I turned the ignition switch 
to Start. The engine cranked once, sputtered, then roared to life. 
When I finished the Engine Start checklist, I glanced nervously 
at the empty seat beside me and then took a deep breath. After 
listening to the ATIS weather information a final time, I changed 
the radio frequency to ground control. Finally, I adjusted the 
boom mike and pushed the transmit button.

"Peachtree Ground, Cessna 4619 Tango," I said in my most 
professional voice, "requesting clearance to taxi for takeoff 
with information Foxtrot." I was nervous, but the familiar rhythm 
of the radio call focused my attention. I waited for what seemed 
like forever, but was probably only five seconds.

"Cessna One Niner Tango, Peachtree Ground," crackled in my 
headphones. "You are cleared to taxi runway one six. Hold short 
of runway and contact Tower on 120.9 for takeoff clearance."

"Peachtree Ground, Cessna One Niner Tango," I responded, 
"understand I have clearance to taxi runway one six."

The next few minutes were a blur of activity. I'd done everything 
before, but always with the instructor watching and listening, 
ready to take over if something went wrong. This time, I was 
alone.

At last, I received takeoff clearance from the tower and pulled 
onto the runway. I can't really explain the nervous exhilaration 
I felt when the plane's wheels left the ground, but it was heady 
and almost overwhelming.

I know it sounds trite, but for the next fifteen minutes, I was 
on autopilot; I did the things I'd learned and practiced so many 
times. When I completed a circuit of the airport, I called the 
tower for landing clearance. As directed, I got in the pattern 
after a Beech Baron and began mentally going through my landing 
checklist. I probably flared too high on landing--the plane 
bounced twice--but otherwise, I think I did a pretty good job.

Finally, I taxied back to the FBO (the airport's base of 
operations). Then I went through the checklist for killing the 
engine. At last, I relaxed and looked around.

My heart was beating a million miles an hour and I felt ten feet 
tall.

I had just flown an airplane!

By myself!

My instructor was waiting for me when I opened the plane's door. 
He shook my hand and congratulated me. Gina rushed up and 
practically leapt into my arms. As I set her down, I looked up 
and saw my dad's proud expression. I never really thought about 
earning his admiration, but at that moment, it was the most 
important thing I could think of.

As I walked back to my family, Chris began his own pre-flight 
inspection of the plane. He would go through the exact same 
routine I just had. Gina clung to me the entire time her father 
was in the air. When he taxied up to the FBO and killed the 
engine, we all clapped and cheered for him too.

Dad and the instructor took uncommon glee with the final ritual 
of our solo flights: they cut off Chris's and my shirttails. We 
both knew it was coming (we'd worn old shirts), but it still came 
as a surprise when Dad grabbed me and began cutting.

After that, we taxied the plane back to its parking spot, tied it 
down, and then headed into the FBO. Chris and I diligently filled 
out our logbooks, grinning the entire time. Afterward, Dad took 
us all out to lunch for a celebration.

For the rest of May, Chris and I would continue our ground school 
classes and flying lessons. By the time we finished our 
instruction, we would each have about fifty hours of flight time. 
We still had to pass the FAA Airman Knowledge Test, as well as 
our instructor's practical test, but soon, we'd be licensed 
pilots.

-----

Gina and I took our SATs again, and both of us improved. Her 
score went from a 1450 to a 1490. Surprisingly, mine jumped from 
a 1350 to a 1470. When I told Kendall about it, she was very 
impressed (and very happy for me). But then I asked about _her_ 
SAT score. Sheepishly, she told me she made a perfect 1600. The 
second time, she hastily added. The first time she only scored 
1540.

_1540? And she took it again?!_

I shook my head in wonder.

After we took our SATs, Gina and I started looking at colleges in 
earnest. The University of Tennessee was due to complete its new 
Art and Architecture building, and their architecture program was 
one of the best in the country. So I really wanted to attend UT-
Knoxville. Prophetically, they didn't even _have_ a varsity 
wrestling team.

Gina and I wanted to go to college together, so we tried to find 
schools that fit three criteria: a good pre-med or biology 
program, a good architecture program, and a school we were both 
interested in. We argued back and forth over colleges, but we 
couldn't agree on more than a few. In reality, I wanted to go to 
Tennessee and she wanted to go to UCLA. So the two schools formed 
the core of our college applications.

I also applied to Georgia Tech and Auburn. My backup school was 
Virginia Tech. As a last resort school, I applied to Georgia. 
It's not that I really had anything against UGA, but it seemed 
like all the party animals from high school were simply going to 
Athens to resume their activities with older, more experienced 
party animals.

Gina and I thought about attending Emory and Georgia Tech, which 
were both in Atlanta, but she really wanted to move away from 
home and experience new things. So in addition to Tennessee and 
UCLA, she applied to Columbia University and the University of 
Michigan at Ann Arbor. Her backup school was the College of 
Charleston. Her last resort school was the same as mine, UGA.

With our transcripts and SAT scores, we got accepted at all of 
the schools we applied to. I knew she really wanted to go to 
school at UCLA, but personally, I had my heart set on Tennessee. 
I wanted to take classes in their new A&A building. In addition, 
I wanted to be with Kendall, who would be at UT for another two 
years.

Gina and I had one of our rare fights about which college we 
would attend. I thought we would break up over it, but in the end, 
she chose UT. Unfortunately, she didn't seem happy about it. I 
couldn't think of a way to tell her to go to UCLA; not without 
sounding like I _wanted_ to break up with her. I just wanted her 
to be happy.

I talked to Kendall about it, and her advice was to talk to 
Gina's mom. Elizabeth said she'd talk to Gina, but the talk 
didn't change Gina's mind. I loved her, and the last thing I 
wanted to do was break up with her, but I understood that we 
wanted different things. I was happy she'd be going to UT with me, 
but it seemed like she was making the decision for the wrong 
reasons.

In the end, Kendall told me that it was Gina's life, and she had 
to make decisions for herself. She understood what Gina was going 
through, but couldn't really help her. Gina wanted to be with me 
more than she wanted to go to UCLA, so I let the matter drop. As 
soon as I stopped pestering her about her choice of colleges, her 
mood brightened considerably. For that, I was grateful.

Gina and I also took several AP exams. We each scored 4s and even 
a few perfect 5s (both of us in English, and Biology for her). I 
was surprised that I did so well on all the exams, but Gina 
wasn't. She had studied with me, and said she knew how well I 
understood the material. Our classes were geared toward scoring 
well on the AP exams, but I guess I'd become a serious student 
when I wasn't looking. Thanks, Gina.

The last month of school was mostly occupied with talk of prom, 
graduation, and colleges. Scott had decided to follow in his 
father's footsteps, and had been accepted to the Air Force ROTC 
program at Arizona State. Shannon wanted to get a history degree, 
so she had also chosen ASU. Both of them would be moving to Tempe.

Since Livy Phelps still had another year of high school, Kelly 
wanted to stay in Atlanta. So he enrolled at Georgia Tech. He 
didn't know what kind of engineer he wanted to be, but he'd 
narrowed it down to mechanical, aerospace, or industrial 
engineering.

Mike, of course, was headed back to Columbus and Ohio State. His 
girlfriend, Debbie, still had another year of high school, but 
they were going to try to stay together. I wished them luck, but 
I knew firsthand how difficult a long-distance relationship could 
be.

Heather wanted to go to UGA. Originally, she'd thought about 
going back to Kansas and attending K State, but she liked Georgia. 
Besides, her brother, Chuck, had gotten a football scholarship to 
play for the Bulldogs. So she was going to head east, to Athens. 
She had no idea what she wanted to major in, and I think she was 
looking forward to the parties more than anything else.

-----

For our senior prom, Scott and I once again reserved rooms at the 
Peachtree Plaza. We also had reservations at the Sun Dial and a 
limo for the evening. For a couple of weeks before the dance 
itself, Gina, Shannon, Heather, Livy, and Debbie sunbathed at 
Gina's house. Livy and Debbie only went topless, but the other 
girls lay out nude.

For the dance, Gina picked out a backless lavender dress. She 
planned to wear the pearl necklace my parents had given her and a 
matching pair of pearl earrings I'd bought her. The woman who 
altered Gina's dress saved some of the material and made a 
matching bow tie and cummerbund for me.

Shannon picked out a dark green sequined dress and Scott got a 
matching bow tie and cummerbund (both sans sequins, thankfully). 
Livy's parents actually let her get a dress that showed off her 
lithe body. It was dark blue and accented her wheat-blonde hair.

Heather picked out a bold red strapless dress that really showed 
off her body. Her date, a friend of hers named Conner Micks, 
picked out a traditional tux with a white dinner jacket. In 
addition, she told her parents that she'd be spending the night 
in "Gina and Shannon's" room. In reality, she'd be spending the 
night with Gina and me.

Debbie had chosen a sunflower-yellow spaghetti-strap dress. She 
was a very petite girl, and she looked like a flower herself. 
Mike picked out a traditional tux, with a bow tie and cummerbund 
made with extra material from Debbie's dress.

On the day of the dance, Scott and I drove downtown to drop off 
his car. By then, his old Buick Electra had died and his parents 
had replaced it with a '78 Datsun 280Z. That evening, we once 
again ended up at Gina's house and took pictures out by the pool. 
Then we took some more pictures. Finally, we posed for _more_ 
pictures. After smiling and posing for what seemed like an 
eternity, we climbed into the limo for the ride to the Peachtree 
Plaza. (Mike and Debbie took his car to the dance.)

Dinner was a lot of fun, but somewhat nostalgic. This would 
probably be the last time our group of friends would be together. 
After the summer, Gina and I were going to Knoxville. Scott and 
Shannon were going to Tempe. Mike was going to Columbus, and 
Debbie was staying in Atlanta. Kelly and Livy were staying in 
Atlanta as well, but Heather was going to Athens and Conner had 
been accepted at West Point.

We enjoyed our dinner, talking about our plans for the summer, 
parties, and friends. Down in the ballroom, we had our pictures 
taken, said hi to some of our friends, danced to a few songs, but 
then headed back up to our rooms. Once there, we opened several 
bottles of champagne--which Scott had once again magically 
acquired--and toasted our upcoming graduation.

After Kelly, Livy, Mike, Debbie, and Conner left, we kept 
drinking and partying. The girls all had very good buzzes going, 
and they eventually talked Scott and me into standing up and 
unzipping our trousers. Then all three of them shed their dresses 
in a sensual striptease.

Scott was a little surprised when Shannon sank to her knees in 
front of me. I'd seen her give him countless blowjobs, but she'd 
never sucked me. It was the first time we'd ever had any sexual 
contact at all, but it seemed natural. When Gina and Heather 
plastered themselves against Scott and Gina gave him a smoldering 
kiss, any objections he might've had died unspoken.

With only our erections sticking out of our tuxes, Scott and I 
stood there grinning at each other--and drinking our champagne--
while the girls sucked us.

Gina and Heather took turns sucking Scott's dick, and he merely 
closed his eyes and lolled his head back. Before me, Shannon 
stared up at me, her eyes glassy with lust. I smiled at her and 
brushed an errant lock of hair out of her face. She wrapped her 
lips around my glans and tongued me lightly. Her technique was 
subtly different from Gina's, but just as enjoyable.

With both Gina and Heather working on him, Scott came quickly. 
Then the duo teased his dick back to life. Because of the alcohol, 
it took me a little longer to come, but Shannon eventually pushed 
me over the edge.

After I came, Scott and I took off our tuxedos. While Gina and 
Heather double-teamed Scott and pushed him onto the bed, Shannon 
gave me a sultry look and pulled me into the other room.

"Gina and I have been planning this for a while," she said, 
speaking slowly, to avoid slurring her words. "It's kind of a 
graduation present for you and Scott."

"Oh?"

"Mmm hmm. My Scotty's never said anything, but he gets really 
hard whenever we watch you and Gina have sex. I know he's wanted 
to do it with her for a while, but he's been a good boy."

I nodded.

"'Sides, he wants to try it up the butt, but I don't want to. 
When I tol' him Gina likes it that way, he almost came right then 
and there," she added.

"Ah." In the other room, I could hear the sounds of Scott 
thrusting into one of the girls.

"So, now I want _my_ graduation present," Shannon said, pulling 
me onto the bed.

"You do?"

She nodded enthusiastically. "I've seen how you keep going and 
going. Sometimes, it takes a long time for me to get off. I love 
Scott, an' he makes me real happy, but he comes quicker'n I do. I 
want you to fuck me 'til I can't take it anymore." Then she 
reached for my erection. "I want you to do that stop an' start 
thing you do with Gina, the one that makes her really go crazy."

"I think I can do that," I said with a roguish grin.

In the other room, Scott groaned as he emptied his balls into the 
girl he'd been fucking. With both Gina and Heather working on him, 
he'd soon be hard and going at it again.

I took my time with Shannon and enjoyed myself. From what I'd 
seen, Scott was a good lover, but I had an edge on him in 
experience, and I put it to good use. Because I'd already come 
once, and because I had a good buzz going, it took me a long time 
to come. Shannon and I changed positions several times, and she 
built up slowly, but she was soon thrusting back at me as hard I 
was pounding into her.

I felt her pussy begin to contract and then she had a small, 
quick orgasm. I was about to stop, but she urged me to keep going. 
Then she came again, short and quick. When she opened her eyes, 
she told me to keep thrusting. I did, and her chest and face 
flushed a deep red.

She let out an explosive groan as her pussy contracted around my 
dick. I tried to keep thrusting, but it felt like my cock was 
going to bend in half. Then a gush of moisture flooded around my 
dick. Shannon clutched me and cried out, held in the throes of a 
powerful orgasm.

Afterward, she was so sensitive that she pushed me from between 
her legs. Then she rolled me to my back and began sucking me. 
While teasing me with her tongue, she used her own juices for 
lubrication and jerked me off. It felt incredible, and I soon 
filled her mouth.

Later, Scott got his wish. With Gina and Heather in a sixty-nine, 
he fucked Gina until his cock was nice and slippery. Then he 
pulled out and eased into Gina's ass. Shannon and I were sitting 
on the couch in their room, simply watching.

Soon enough, though, Shannon started jerking me off. As she 
stroked me, we continued watching Scott fuck the two girls on the 
bed. She was still too sensitive to have sex, but I sucked her 
nipples while she masturbated me.

Finally, at three in the morning, we all went to our own beds. 
When the clock radio's alarm went off, six hours later, we all 
had hangovers. The rooms looked like a tornado had come through. 
Champagne bottles were strewn about, clothing was spread over 
each room, and the bedspreads were tossed haphazardly at the foot 
of each bed.

Silently, Scott and I stood and looked out the window, drinking 
glasses of water to help ease our headaches. Both of us knew what 
it felt like to be dehydrated, and we knew the cure was plenty of 
liquid. Our expressions were part remembered excitement and part 
grimaces of pain.

The girls looked worse than we did, except for Heather, who 
didn't seem to have a hangover at all. Fortunately, she repressed 
her usual chipper attitude. Once everyone was awake, we showered 
and dressed in our everyday clothes. Then we bagged our formal 
outfits and checked out of the hotel.

The five of us had known each other long enough that no one had 
any regrets or jealousies. And Gina was smugly happy that we'd 
managed to swing with another couple our age. I merely shook my 
head in wonder and then immediately stopped; my headache 
threatened to come roaring back if I moved too quickly.

We all crammed in Scott's 280Z, but no one minded. Scott dropped 
off Heather and then took Gina and me to my house. Gina kissed 
Shannon on the cheek as I shouldered our formalwear bags and 
shook Scott's hand.

"Wild night," he said.

"No kidding."

"Um... thanks," he said. "For... you know."

"Don't thank me," I replied. "It was all the girls."

"Yeah," he agreed with a nod. Then he shook his head in disbelief.

"Uh-huh. Tell me about it."

With a grin, he shook his head again and then got back in the car. 
I slipped my free arm around Gina and she waved as they drove off. 
Once inside the house, we promptly headed for my room. Without 
even taking off our clothes, we flopped onto the bed and were 
asleep in minutes.

-----

For Gina's eighteenth birthday, in 1981, we had a pool party at 
her house. Since we invited lots of people who didn't know about 
our nudism, we had to wear swimsuits. Gina wore a very cute white 
string bikini and enjoyed playing hostess. I had fun cooking on 
the grill and playing host. It was like we were grown-ups, 
hosting a party for our grown-up friends.

Gina's parents gave her a really nice set of luggage. Her friends 
gave her record albums, earrings, clothes, and things like that. 
I got her a diamond pendant. Kendall had scraped together some of 
her spending money and had gotten Gina matching diamond earrings. 
I had offered to pay for half (as long as I kept my grades up, I 
had a really good allowance), but Kendall wouldn't let me. The 
diamonds were all small, but it was the sentiment that counted 
more than the size.

For Gina's private gift, I got her a diaphanous white silk 
peignoir set. It cost me more than a month's allowance _and_ I 
had to dip into some of my summer savings, but she looked 
stunning in it.

That night, I spent the night at her house. We were both worn out 
from hosting the party, but we started snuggling, and one thing 
led to another. We made love slowly, gently, with none of the 
rush-to-orgasm that often dominated our sex. Finally, she rolled 
to her side and I entered her from behind. We drifted off to 
sleep with my slowly shrinking erection still inside her and my 
arms wrapped around her.

-----

Between Gina's birthday and my own, we graduated from high school. 
Susan even came to Atlanta to attend the ceremony. Later that 
night, Gina and I hosted a small graduation party for our friends. 
We invited Scott, Shannon, Kelly, Livy, and Heather to the 
Coulters' guesthouse--Susan and our parents promised to stay in 
the main house. We also invited Mike and Debbie, but Mike told us 
that his family was throwing a party for him.

Gina's and my parents had decreed that as long as we stayed at 
the Coulter house, we could drink and enjoy ourselves. Mom and 
Elizabeth had also insisted that we tell our guests' parents that 
we'd be drinking, and that we'd all spend the night in the 
guesthouse. Scott's and Shannon's parents agreed, as did Kelly's 
and Heather's. Surprisingly, Livy Phelps' parents agreed as well, 
but not before talking to both Mom and Elizabeth.

At the party, we swam, drank rum and Cokes, and had fun. None of 
us drank too much, but we enjoyed ourselves. After dark, we 
turned on the pool lights and went skinny-dipping. Kelly and Livy 
were a little shy at first, but the other girls had seen Livy 
topless before. And Kelly quickly realized that if _he_ was naked, 
the girls would be too. So they took off their suits and joined 
us.

Afterward, we hopped in the hot tub. When it became obvious that 
Gina was stroking my erection, and that Shannon was playing with 
Scott, Livy threw caution to the wind and began playing with 
Kelly. None of us could see _exactly_ what was going on beneath 
the swirling bubbles, but we all knew what the other couples were 
up to.

Heather complained good-naturedly about not having anyone to play 
with, but I had to bite my tongue to keep from laughing. She was 
sitting between me and Scott. Not only did she have her hand on 
my balls, working in concert with Gina, but from the look on 
Scott's face, I was pretty sure she was doing the same thing with 
_him!_

When we finally headed into the guesthouse to go to bed, we were 
waterlogged, still buzzed, and worn out. Gina, Heather, and I 
took one of the bedrooms while Scott and Shannon took the other. 
The couch in the living room was a hideaway sleeper, and Kelly 
and Livy took it. We didn't want them to figure out that Heather 
would be in the same bed with Gina and me, though, so we took 
some extra blankets into our room and made a pallet on the floor.

Our friends had told their parents that we'd have a girls' room 
and a guys' room, of course. What parents didn't know wouldn't 
hurt us. I grinned to myself at the thought that whether they 
wanted to admit it or not, our friends' parents probably knew 
what was going on.

-----

For my eighteenth birthday, my parents gave me a set of luggage, 
too. In honor of earning my pilot's license, Dad gave me his 
Breitling watch. He'd had it cleaned up and serviced by a jeweler. 
Only a few years before, the big stainless steel watch had seemed 
huge, but now it fit my arm and didn't look out of place at all. 
When I realized Dad had just given me his watch, I looked up in 
surprise. He grinned and pointed to his own wrist, where he wore 
a new model of the same watch.

Susan gave me a Commodore VIC-20 computer and a color TV monitor. 
She grinned as I tore the wrapping paper from the computer and 
then stared at the box in confusion. I wasn't sure exactly what 
I'd do with a computer, but her son Doug had assured her that I'd 
enjoy it.

Gina got me his and hers gifts: a matching pair of orange 
Tennessee t-shirts. She also got me a really cool pair of 
aviator's sunglasses, like my dad's. My private gift from Gina, 
which she gave to me later that night, was a handmade coupon book.

Some of the coupons were obvious, like "good for one blowjob," or 
"good for one night of hot sex." But others were more subtle, and 
much more surprising. I had coupons good for "a backrub," "a 
kiss," "an evening of snuggling," "a candlelight dinner," and "a 
relaxing night on the couch," among others.

Kendall had mailed her presents about a week earlier, and I 
opened them as well. The first was a white silk pilot's scarf, 
and the second was a Waterman fountain pen. I also got the usual 
assortment of gifts from family and friends, such as record 
albums, clothes, and cash.

Since my birthday was on a Saturday, we combined it with a family 
graduation party for Gina and me. Susan gave us each a $1000 U.S. 
savings bond, and we thanked her profusely. Then our parents gave 
us our graduation presents.

"We wanted to get you something special," Mom said.

"Something you'd remember the rest of your lives," Elizabeth 
added.

"Something that wasn't disfiguring," Chris said with a straight 
face.

"Chris!" Elizabeth and Mom exclaimed together.

"Well, we wouldn't want to maim the poor kids," he deadpanned.

"Ignore him," Elizabeth said, rolling her eyes and trying not to 
smile.

Then she and Mom produced two fat envelopes, which they handed to 
us.

"Congratulations," they each said.

"Happy graduation," Dad added.

Gina and I glanced at each other in anticipation and tore open 
the envelopes. Mine contained a first-class round-trip ticket to 
London and $1000 in American Express traveler's checks.

"Is this...?" Gina asked tentatively. For a moment, I panicked and 
thought she might've gotten a different gift.

"A month in Europe," Elizabeth said.

"And spending money," Dad added.

"You can see London, Paris, Rome, or anyplace you want to," Mom 
said.

"You'll stay with my parents, in London," Elizabeth said. "At 
least for the first couple of days. And then your flight back to 
Atlanta is from London, a month later."

"I asked a couple of the pilots who fly international routes," 
Dad chimed in, "and they said a lot of people vacation in 
Tenerife or Ibiza. Both places are supposed to have some great 
beaches."

"Ah," Chris added wistfully, "good topless beaches, with lots of 
cute European girls."

"Will you _behave_," Elizabeth said, playfully slapping his arm. 
"You already have a European _wife_."

Chris grinned, completely unabashed.

Gina and I were stunned, simply grinning nervously and clutching 
the envelopes.

"Well?" Mom asked.

"Wow," Gina whispered. "Thanks."

"Thank you _very_ much," I said. Then I put my arm around Gina 
and squeezed her.

"You're welcome," our parents said in unison.

"You only get one chance to see Europe for the first time," 
Elizabeth said.

"Same with the European girls," Chris quipped.

"You are _incorrigible_," Elizabeth said, her British accent 
becoming more pronounced.

As Chris and Elizabeth bantered, I quietly asked Gina, "What do 
you think?"

When she looked at me, her eyes were moist with tears. "I'm so 
excited," she breathed. "Oh, Paul." Then she paused and looked 
down at the ticket, as if it might disappear. "We're going to 
Europe," she said. "Isn't it going to be romantic?"

I nodded and then kissed her forehead. I was as excited as she 
was.

-----

Copyright (c) 2003-2004 Nick Scipio. All rights reserved.

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