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Saturday, July 31, 2004
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Business Studies 08
By Katzmarek
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Author's Note.
This is a work of erotic fiction. It may not be used for profit
without the author's express permission in writing.
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(Part 8)
Sunday noon and mum's waiting for me to bring up the subject of last
night and Nick. I can see she's dying to ask.
Sundays are always lazy at our house. It gives everyone an
opportunity to relax and chill out. Mum and dad don't usually get up
until eleven. They spend most of the morning having sex. They've
never told me that little secret but, of course, I know!
It's lucky that they sleep in, really, because they wouldn't have
seen me sneak in at 9'oclock this morning.
I lay on my bed for an hour or so, just thinking about last night.
The bargain I made with Nick was pure spur-of-the-moment. In effect,
he would pay 50% of my fees next year in return for participating in
his little sex games.
See, I thought I loved him at first, but later I realised I was
heavily in lust instead. Sure, Nick's kind and funny and everything
but he's just jelly when it comes to women.
It's hard to reconsile the two Nicks. The capable, hard-working,
successful businessman and this ball of putty. I couldn't live with
him, I've decided, he'd drive me crazy!
Then there's Rachael, his ex-wife. It's like there's this invisible
rope binding those two inseparably together. They manipulate the hell
out of each other all the time. I can't help thinking that it's all a
big game for them. Like all the little sex games they used to get up
to, and still do!
I agreed to do a little threesome with her and Nick. I told him I'd
try it and if it goes ok, well...
Nick likes to be teased, the slower the tease the harder he gets. I
found all that out last night!
Not that phoney-sexy strip-tease thing either. No, Nick likes the
illusion of innocence, the excitement of the chase and the triumph of
conquest. He likes his lust to boil up slowly and when he finally has
his 'victim' down and 'helpless,' he lets all his frustration out in
one raging explosion of sexual release.
Oh boy! I now know what it's like to be well and truly slammed! I
quite like being 'taken,' especially knowing that all I need to say
is 'stop' and he'll be a little lamb again.
Is it too early to keep records? I think two really nice orgasms,
about a 6 I'd say, then a real powerful one. That'd have to be way up
in the 9's at least! Any more intense and I'd need oxygen afterwards!
For a 42 year old his libido's pretty high, but even that workout
last night thoroughly exhausted him. We both collapsed on his bed and
I slept through till morning.
When I woke, his kids were watching TV having fetched their own
breakfast. I guess it's a fairly normal thing for them. They greeted
me as if I'm there all the time!
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Shortly after lunch Jonno rings. Mum and dad are stumbling around in
a daze and don't even notice the phone ringing. I guess they had a
good workout too!
Jonno wants to take me to a dance at the Italian Club on Wednesday.
Apparently it's Italian National Day and they have this big
celebration. I tell him I'm not sure whether it'd be my thing and I
knew little about the culture.
He said there'd be lots of different people there and I wouldn't
feel left out. He said he take care of me anyway. How could I refuse?
"Who's Jonno?" mum asks me.
God she's good, here's me thinking she wasn't listening!
"This guy I met yesterday," I tell her, "a fisherman."
"Really? So we can expect some free Sea Bass in the future?"
"I've just met him mum."
"Italian?" mum asks.
I nod.
"What is it with you and the Mediterranean, Tee? Do you see yourself
having 15 kids and living in a stucco villa on a hilltop?"
Mum's grinning away and I go all shy.
"Please don't let yourself get tied down?" mum warns.
"Never!" I declare.
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Angela rings,
"Did you do it with her?" she asks excitedly.
"Who?"
"Her... the other woman... this Rachael, have you done the deed yet?"
"No, she's looking after her sick mother, or auntie, or something.
Nick thinks she's got a sugar-daddie tucked away somewhere. He
reckons her income always takes a boost after she visits her
'mother.' Nick said her mum's never had a day sick in her life!"
"Whatever! So she's got a healthy family, what about you and Nick?"
"He's agreed to pay half my fees at varsity."
"Jeeezuss,Tee, how'd you swing that?"
"I stacked his dishes," I say, giggling.
"Is that what they call it now," Angela replies, laughing, "and I
suppose he stacked yours as well?"
"Hmmm, and how!"
I move into my bedroom, this is a conversation I'd rather keep
private.
"I think my panties are ruined," I tell Angela, "Nick tore them off
me."
Still, laughing, Angela replies,
"I hope he's going to replace them?"
"Oh yes, only, he wants to choose them and watch me try them on."
"I bet he does! The dirty beast! So what was the score?"
I know what she means. She oftens tells me the 'score' when she's
had a hot date.
"Um, 3 to 2, I win!"
"Out or in?"
"2 in, 1 out, on his tongue actually. Does that qualify as an out?"
"Yes, that's an 'out,' It's got to be his cock up you to qualify as
an 'in.'God, you're a lucky bitch!"
"What about you and Jorge?" I ask her.
"We had this long conversation on the phone. He couldn't see me last
night so I went down to the sports club. It was full of wankers and
the manager began hassling me for ID so I left. I think he wanted a
blow job, bastard!" Angela spat, "I asked Jorge about working in his
club, though."
"You did?"
"Yeah, he said he didn't do the hiring and in any case the
management policy was they won't hire anyone under 21. He said they
COULD hire 18 year olds but he said they were too much trouble
because they're not mature enough. I told him I was obviously mature
enough for him."
"Yeah?"
"He told me that was different. He said he loved me, wasn't that
nice?"
"Nice Angela. He won't leave his wife y'know?"
"I wouldn't want him to. He can put me up in a nice flat in town, if
he likes, and come and visit me on weekends. The rest of the week I
can go shopping and spend his money."
"Angela, you're incorrigible!"
"I don't know what that means but it sounds nice. I guess if Nick is
going to pay for you to go to University that makes you incorrigible
too?" Angela adds.
"Nah," I reply, "just a whore!"
Laughing, Angela replies,
"We're whores then, incorrigible whores!"
"The IWC, 'Incorrigible Whores Club.' I wonder how many Nicks and
Jorges there ARE out there?"
We're both laughing hysterically as we hang up.
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Wednesday comes around and I raid mum's wardrobe for something nice
to wear. I choose a V-line black dress that looks kind of slinky on
me. I hope Jonno will be impressed!
Jonno arrives to pick me up. He's wearing a stylish white shirt, no
tie and around his throat a thin gold chain. Ok, so it's a bit of a
cliche but it really suits his olive skin.
He's wearing cologne too, musk I think. I must say the overall
effect is quite appealing!
He's very polite to my parents, I can see they're impressed already.
We leave quickly, however, and into his car.
It's a real sporty job and he enjoys squealing the tyres away from
the lights. I couldn't imagine Nick doing that in the Daimler,
'Have you any idea how much tyres cost?' I hear Nick's voice in my
head.
The dance is being held at the Garibaldi Soccer Clubrooms. They have
this portable parquette dance floor they lay down. It's already
packed with people.
Jonno brings me some punch, he's being very attentive. He then
suggests we take a turn on the floor.
Now, I'm not a great dancer but neither is Jonno. It doesn't mean
squat though because it's so crowded all you can do is sway a bit. It
also means being pressed together with Jonno!
He introduces me to cousin this and uncle that and I can't remember
everybody's names. I DO sense that I'm being checked out, especially
by the girls. Apparently the whole Italian community has been waiting
for Jonno to meet a 'nice' girl.
Now that is a heavy responsibility, considering this is our first
date and I hardly know the guy. Jonno looks a bit embarrassed by the
attention but I see something else too. I think he looks proud and is
secretly enjoying showing me off to the relatives. Am I being vain?
After a while I become aware of the smoke, the noise and the heat
generated by all those people. Jonno suggests we go outside, under
the shelter by the soccer field.
On top of the shelter is an open grandstand with steps leading up to
it at either end. The shelter is where you stand to escape the rain.
In summer the soccer field becomes a cricket pitch and they put
tables out under the shelter for the members and teams.
The shelter is already teaming with people, laughing, smoking,
drinking, and in the shadows I see the odd couple having a quiet
snog. Jonno and I try to talk but we're being jostled by people
moving past and I'm worried my dress will get ruined by someone's
cigarette.
Jonno nods towards the steps to the stand and I follow his lead.
Up top, there are a few couples with the same idea. They don't pay
us any attention, being more interested in each other.
Down below, there's a shout of triumph and the floodlights go on for
the field. A bunch of guys then produce a ball and an impromptu
soccer game begins.
Jonno and I sit on the topmost tier of seats and we watch the game
in silence for a time. Most of the players are drunk as skunks and
are slipping over on the dew-covered grass, laughing hysterically.
Deliberate fouls, rugby tackles and general clowning around ensues
and the spectators begin to lose interest.
"A nice night?" Jonno says, hesitantly.
"Yes, quite warm really!"
Shyly Jonno puts his arm around me.
"Enjoying yourself?" he asks.
"Sure!" I reply.
I'm enjoying the tension as Jonno works his way up for a snog. Not
yet sure how far he's going to get, he's trying to engage me in idle
chat. Should I encourage him a little?
I lean on him a more closely and smile up at him. He takes the hint
and moves in for a kiss.
It's just a gentle one, not a mouth-masher. A sort of exploration,
to test the ground. Having satisfied himself a little that he's not
going to get his face slapped, he bends down for a more longer one.
He strokes my cheek and pretty soon we're Frenching, our tongues
playing with each other.
His musky scent is aftershave, I run my hand over his freshly
scraped chin and there's barely a hint of stubble.
He looks down towards my chest and I follow his gaze. My nipples are
raising little bumps through the fabric of my dress, stimulated no
doubt by the cold air and the snogging. It's obviously exciting him
but he's not sure whether he can touch them.
"Oops, my headlights are on," I tell him giggling.
(I can be SO like Angela when I want to be!)
"Hmm," he hums, and brushes the palm of his hand over one.
I smile and open my mouth for another kiss. He accepts the offer but
this time his hand begins to knead my breast, his thumb playing with
my nipple.
I'm suddenly feeling very horny and my hand slips inside his shirt,
stroking his chest. I guess he's figuring he's made all the right
moves.
His hand leaves my breast and moves down my back towards my thigh.
Jonno discovers the slit up the side of my dress and his fingers slip
underneath.
Taking a breath, I look over Jonno's shoulder and notice another
couple on the other side of the aisle. They're lying down with the
guy on top and it's pretty obvious they're close to doing it. I nudge
Jonno and he follows my gaze.
He grins, his warm hand still stroking the inside of my thighs.
Damn, I wish I hadn't worn pantyhose!
The guy's pants are still on, but the girl's dress is pulled right
up. They're sort of grinding together, 'dry humping' probably.
I put my hand on his leg and move it slowly up to feel... GOD! IT'S
BIG!
The thing between his legs feels MASSIVE.
Jonno loses interest in the couple and turns back to me. He pushes
his hand straight up and onto my pantied pussy. I hardly notice at
first, I'm still trying to feel the outline of this thing in his
pants.
It's parked straight up in his tight pants like a banana. It's
curved and the head is buried somewhere under his belt buckle. It
must be uncomfortable!
His hand starts to mash me between the legs. I push on his arm and
clamp my thighs closed.
"Sorry," he looks crestfallen.
"No... you're too rough," I tell him.
He reminds me a bit of those teenage boys trying to grab you between
the legs and calling it 'passion'.
"Just slow down... ok?"
He nods, abashed. I gather our Jonno is not too experienced in
dating techniques. Perhaps he's spent too long at sea, grabbing
undersize fish by by the tail and flinging them back into the ocean.
I guess I'll have to take the lead and show him how it's done, sigh!
"Here, give me your hand?" I tell him.
I bring his palm to my lips and gently kiss each finger. I purse my
lips and tease each fingertip in turn.
"Had many girlfriends, Jonno?" I ask.
"Sure," he answers, insincerely.
'I mean, outside of sunday school,' I think to myself.
"Have you had many... y'know... boys?" he croaks a little.
"A few," I lie.
I suck each finger in turn while looking into his eyes. I saw it on
some movie and thought it looked sexy.
I put his hand on my leg then guide it up my thigh.
"Like this... gently," I tell him as sexily as I can, "now give me
one of those big beautiful kisses."
He obliges wonderfully, the very least you can say about Jonno is
that he knows how to kiss!
Finally reaching the 'holy grail' I guide his fingers in the way I
like best. Some gentle massaging with the forefinger with a little
bit of pressure over my clitoris. Satisfying myself that he's got the
idea, I return to that lump in his trousers.
I run my palm along it, he jerks slightly and kisses me harder. His
little finger dance becomes a bit erratic and I feel myself
responding to his eagerness.
"Want to lie down?" I breathe into his ear.
I stand up and he tries to lie down on the bench but it's too
narrow. Instead he lies on the wooden floor between the rows. The dim
glow spilt from the floodlights radiates from his white shirt and
tight trousers. He looks positively delicious lying there trying to
adjust his hard penis.
I kneel on his legs and undo his belt. I detect a little sigh of
relief, that thing must be hurting! I can't help but giggle at his
discomfort.
I slowly ease his zip down, careful of snagging it. The head is
caught in the waistband of his silk underpants, like a little pink
man looking over a fence.
I pull down his underpants and it springs up, pointing somewhere
towards the southern cross constellation. I give it a feel, it's
maybe one and a half times the length of my hand, but the girth! I
can't close my thumb and forefinger around it!
I lie down on top of Jonno and lead into a passionate kiss. I grind
myself on his cock, I SO want to fuck him!
Jonno fiddles with the zip at the back of my dress, he wants to pull
my top down. I pull my straps down for him and release my breasts
from their lacy confines. He's fascinated by my stiff nipples and
rubs and squeezes them.
I let Jonno pull up my dress but I stop him when he tries to push
down my pantyhose.
"No," I whisper, "I can't get pregnant!"
The honey understands completely and my pantyhose stops its progress.
"Would you like me to suck you?" I whisper before kissing him again.
He nods, a desperate look on his face.
I slide down his body, catlike, and soon my chin is rubbing along
his lovely weapon. I pause and press my breasts over it.
"God, I..." he gasps.
I kiss all along his length and touch my tongue on the underside of
the tip, all the things Nick loves.
Jonno groans as I close my lips over him. It really fills my mouth
and I can barely get a third of it in without gagging.
I tickle his balls, Nick likes that, as I bob up and down. He's
grunting and squirming his arse about and I sense he's not going to
last too long.
I flick my tongue along the underside again and look up at him like
some porn actress. His face looks strained and he's trying to sit up.
I pop my mouth back down on him and stroke him rapidly with my hand
as well. Jonno flops back and groans, I guess I'm doing all the right
things!
"Oh, oh!" he moans and I take that as a signal.
Pulling off, I rapidly jack him to completion. Pointing his cock
sideways, I watch him splash all over the back of the seats.
There's an answering groan behind us and I turn around. Across the
aisle the other couple are watching us as they furiously fuck each
other. She's on the seat with her dress hiked up while he's kneeling
between her legs with his trousers around his ankles. Her legs are
propped up on the seat in front of them and tremble each time he
thrusts into her. It looks so hot!
"Know them?" I as Jonno.
He's still puffing away but shakes his head.
"She's Greek... by the look of her," he says.
"I guess she can fuck alright," I tell him.
Jonno looks at me puzzled.
"Forget it... long story. Better zip up or you'll put her off," I
laugh.
The guy is grinding the last of his hot fluid into her as the Greek
girl winks in my direction. Her mouth forms an O before breaking into
a smile. I guess I'm not the only one to appreciate Jonno's
dimensions!
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Jonno drives me home and we get into this long lingering kiss
outside my house. Feeling horny I take down my pantyhose and
underwear and ask Jonno to frig me.
He looks at my front window with a frightened expression.
"Are you sure... can they see us?"
"It's alright," I tell him and place his hand where I want it.
He does his best, but is too nervous about being discovered. He
jumps at every sound, just when I'm getting close, so I call it a
night and peck him on the lips.
Inside I pass mum and dad's door. I hear mum's muffled cry,
"Oh Alex!"
'God, everyone's doing it,' I think to myself.
In my room I can hear the thump, thump from next door. I strip off
my clothes and throw on my T-shirt. In bed I lie face down and my
hand wedges itself between my legs. I then think of Jonno's body.
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Morning at school and I'm getting more text messages. Jonno is
somewhere in the Southern Ocean, I didn't realise cellphones worked
out there!
We have to turn off our phones in class, so I have to wait till
recess to access them. As soon as I turn on my phone, it rings.
"Beatie?"
It's a woman's voice, I kind of recognise it.
"Yes!"
"Don't you read your messages?"
"I've just turned the phone on, who IS this?"
"Rachael, Nick's wife, we met the other..."
"Yes, I remember..."
"He... I mean Nick, said you and he have... come to some
arrangements?"
(Where is this leading?)
"Which ones are you talking about?"
She sighs, she sounds nervous.
"With you and me apparently. Not that he ever asks me whether I..."
"That one!" I cut in, "if you don't want to..."
"No... it's not that... I... he generally gets his own way anyway.
If he wants me to make it with another girl and he well... I guess I
just have to do it."
"C'mon, Rachael," I tell her, "you've got free will, if you don't
want to be a part of it then... to hell with Nick!"
"It's not that simple..."
"Yes it IS, Rachael!" I emphasise.
"You don't understand! He NEEDS me... and I need him... it's just..."
(God! Can't she see a counsellor?)
"Beatie," she continues, "can't you see someone your own age?"
"I am, sort of..."
"Well why do you have to hang around Nick?"
"Because I want to... and he wants me too, I suppose..."
"Yes, I know he wants you... but... I think he wants you too much,
don't you see?"
"Look Rachael," I tell her, " that's Nick's choice... and mine, if I
want to stop seeing him, I will decide, not Nick."
"I see... and are you serious about this other guy?" she asks.
"I've just met him."
"Have you... y'know... slept with him yet?"
Is it her business I wonder? I suppose if I'm going to be making out
with her then...
"Not yet," I tell her finally, "we've just fooled around."
"I see. Is he a nice guy?"
"Sweet... nice body!"
"Well, don't let him get you pregnant... I made that mistake once."
"I won't!"
"Right! Well I guess we'll be seeing each other later. I'm going to
send the kids to Grannies... maybe this weekend... so..."
"Ok."
"...And Beatie?"
"Yes?"
"You're hips are ok. I just thought I'd let you know."
"Thanks, bye."
(Life is SO wierd sometimes!)
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So everything is going to be organised for this weekend. I'm
beginning to have second thoughts. I mean, it was alright in THEORY,
but now that it looks like it's going to happen, I'm beginning to
wonder whether I can go through with it.
I'm not worried about what to do. I figure it's probably the same as
making love with a man, except of course you can't have actual
intercourse. I guess I'll sort of figure everything out as I go along.
I never believed that lesbians would go to hell in a handbasket
either. I had a liberal upbringing and, especially mum, always taught
me to respect everyone's differences. It's not a moral issue for me.
I'm concerned that I could be getting into something that could be
hard to get out of. There's a financial arrangement, now and that
puts things on an entirely different footing. It may be hard to say
no when you're having your University fees paid.
You get into a lifestyle, a comfort zone, where you get used to
having a certain amount of income and expences. I'm worried that if I
pull out of the 'arrangement' I'll have to replace that lost income
in some other way. That or make do without it.
I can see I could easily get trapped by my 'comfort.' Damn, it
seemed such a good idea when I first thought of it. I now run the
risk of becoming Nick and Rachael's 'sex servant' with little choice
but to do whatever they want.
God, just a few weeks ago, I was worried about the consequences of
having sex for the first time, and now?
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I have long talks with Angela at lunchtime at our little meeting
place up the field. She doesn't see anything wrong with accepting
money from men. Of course she wouldn't! Her career choice seems to be
heading towards becoming a highly paid call-girl.
Angela's not exactly academic, like me, but she's not thick at all.
Her intelligence is practical, street-smart, with a firm
understanding of the human race, particularly the male species. Born
in proverty, she has a driving instinct to succeed and I've no doubt
she'll get wherever she wants to go by sheer determination.
She never had a chance to know her father, he took off when she was
a baby. She has this fantasy of finding a nice guy and settling down
but no real expectation it'll happen to her. The men in her life pass
on, that's her reality, so she takes what she's given and slides on
out.
I'm different, I KNOW I'll find someone, but not yet. I want to be
independent and have my own life and when someone else comes along
and can fit into that well...
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As Saturday looms I become a bundle of nerves. Jonno is away at sea,
so at least I don't have that complication. I'm wondering how much I
should tell him, he seems pretty conservative when it comes to
relationships.
He expects me to make some kind of choice between him and Nick.
That's if everything goes well between us. I didn't tell him that
settling down with one guy wasn't part of my plan at the moment. I
can't imagine what he'll think should I tell him about this weekend.
If he runs a mile, well,
there're plenty of Jonnos out there at sea.
Jonno went to sea with his father practically before he could walk.
He left school early to go on the boats and participate in the family
business. The family have been successful in the fishing industry and
pretty well off.
The ironic thing is, I'm studying hard to learn how to administer a
business while Jonno and his family have been running one for years
with only the basic formal education.
My dad said that he knew a guy who could work out the betting odds
of a field of horses in seconds in his head yet he'd failed maths at
school and never graduated. It's a strange world!
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I'm frantically getting ready for the big night. I can't choose what
to wear.
Mum's asking awkward questions all the time and senses something's
up. How DO you tell your mother you're going off to a threesome next
door in return for money!
"Is that Rachael's car in the drive next door?" she asks.
"Yes mum, everything's cool, don't worry."
She eyes me suspiciously.
"Are you all going out together?"
"Something like that," I tell her, "we're just going to have this
big 'sorting out' thing. It'll be ok, she's cool!"
"Cool? Rachael? Are we talking about the same person?"
"Yes, she's ok when you get to know her a bit. I guess she just
wants re-assurance or something."
"Re-assurance?" she asks in surprise, "about what?"
"About me and Nick, that I'm not going to steal him off her or
something."
"You're not? I must have missed something. Really Tee, I'm having
trouble keeping up with you at the moment!"
"Everything's fine.... what do you think, the red dress or the black?"
"The red... if you want Nicks eyes on stalks and Rachael slapping
your face!"
"The red then."
Mum sighs and shakes her head.
The red dress hugs my bottom so tight you can detect the crack of my
arse. It's low at the front and displays my cleavage to perfection. I
decide to wear my hair loose except for a small clip and I settle for
knee length stockings. It looks like I'm attending some formal.
I'm glad mum didn't notice me not wearing panties, they would spoil
the line of the dress!
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This is a work of erotic fiction. It may not be used for profit
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(Part 8)
Sunday noon and mum's waiting for me to bring up the subject of last
night and Nick. I can see she's dying to ask.
Sundays are always lazy at our house. It gives everyone an
opportunity to relax and chill out. Mum and dad don't usually get up
until eleven. They spend most of the morning having sex. They've
never told me that little secret but, of course, I know!
It's lucky that they sleep in, really, because they wouldn't have
seen me sneak in at 9'oclock this morning.
I lay on my bed for an hour or so, just thinking about last night.
The bargain I made with Nick was pure spur-of-the-moment. In effect,
he would pay 50% of my fees next year in return for participating in
his little sex games.
See, I thought I loved him at first, but later I realised I was
heavily in lust instead. Sure, Nick's kind and funny and everything
but he's just jelly when it comes to women.
It's hard to reconsile the two Nicks. The capable, hard-working,
successful businessman and this ball of putty. I couldn't live with
him, I've decided, he'd drive me crazy!
Then there's Rachael, his ex-wife. It's like there's this invisible
rope binding those two inseparably together. They manipulate the hell
out of each other all the time. I can't help thinking that it's all a
big game for them. Like all the little sex games they used to get up
to, and still do!
I agreed to do a little threesome with her and Nick. I told him I'd
try it and if it goes ok, well...
Nick likes to be teased, the slower the tease the harder he gets. I
found all that out last night!
Not that phoney-sexy strip-tease thing either. No, Nick likes the
illusion of innocence, the excitement of the chase and the triumph of
conquest. He likes his lust to boil up slowly and when he finally has
his 'victim' down and 'helpless,' he lets all his frustration out in
one raging explosion of sexual release.
Oh boy! I now know what it's like to be well and truly slammed! I
quite like being 'taken,' especially knowing that all I need to say
is 'stop' and he'll be a little lamb again.
Is it too early to keep records? I think two really nice orgasms,
about a 6 I'd say, then a real powerful one. That'd have to be way up
in the 9's at least! Any more intense and I'd need oxygen afterwards!
For a 42 year old his libido's pretty high, but even that workout
last night thoroughly exhausted him. We both collapsed on his bed and
I slept through till morning.
When I woke, his kids were watching TV having fetched their own
breakfast. I guess it's a fairly normal thing for them. They greeted
me as if I'm there all the time!
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Shortly after lunch Jonno rings. Mum and dad are stumbling around in
a daze and don't even notice the phone ringing. I guess they had a
good workout too!
Jonno wants to take me to a dance at the Italian Club on Wednesday.
Apparently it's Italian National Day and they have this big
celebration. I tell him I'm not sure whether it'd be my thing and I
knew little about the culture.
He said there'd be lots of different people there and I wouldn't
feel left out. He said he take care of me anyway. How could I refuse?
"Who's Jonno?" mum asks me.
God she's good, here's me thinking she wasn't listening!
"This guy I met yesterday," I tell her, "a fisherman."
"Really? So we can expect some free Sea Bass in the future?"
"I've just met him mum."
"Italian?" mum asks.
I nod.
"What is it with you and the Mediterranean, Tee? Do you see yourself
having 15 kids and living in a stucco villa on a hilltop?"
Mum's grinning away and I go all shy.
"Please don't let yourself get tied down?" mum warns.
"Never!" I declare.
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Angela rings,
"Did you do it with her?" she asks excitedly.
"Who?"
"Her... the other woman... this Rachael, have you done the deed yet?"
"No, she's looking after her sick mother, or auntie, or something.
Nick thinks she's got a sugar-daddie tucked away somewhere. He
reckons her income always takes a boost after she visits her
'mother.' Nick said her mum's never had a day sick in her life!"
"Whatever! So she's got a healthy family, what about you and Nick?"
"He's agreed to pay half my fees at varsity."
"Jeeezuss,Tee, how'd you swing that?"
"I stacked his dishes," I say, giggling.
"Is that what they call it now," Angela replies, laughing, "and I
suppose he stacked yours as well?"
"Hmmm, and how!"
I move into my bedroom, this is a conversation I'd rather keep
private.
"I think my panties are ruined," I tell Angela, "Nick tore them off
me."
Still, laughing, Angela replies,
"I hope he's going to replace them?"
"Oh yes, only, he wants to choose them and watch me try them on."
"I bet he does! The dirty beast! So what was the score?"
I know what she means. She oftens tells me the 'score' when she's
had a hot date.
"Um, 3 to 2, I win!"
"Out or in?"
"2 in, 1 out, on his tongue actually. Does that qualify as an out?"
"Yes, that's an 'out,' It's got to be his cock up you to qualify as
an 'in.'God, you're a lucky bitch!"
"What about you and Jorge?" I ask her.
"We had this long conversation on the phone. He couldn't see me last
night so I went down to the sports club. It was full of wankers and
the manager began hassling me for ID so I left. I think he wanted a
blow job, bastard!" Angela spat, "I asked Jorge about working in his
club, though."
"You did?"
"Yeah, he said he didn't do the hiring and in any case the
management policy was they won't hire anyone under 21. He said they
COULD hire 18 year olds but he said they were too much trouble
because they're not mature enough. I told him I was obviously mature
enough for him."
"Yeah?"
"He told me that was different. He said he loved me, wasn't that
nice?"
"Nice Angela. He won't leave his wife y'know?"
"I wouldn't want him to. He can put me up in a nice flat in town, if
he likes, and come and visit me on weekends. The rest of the week I
can go shopping and spend his money."
"Angela, you're incorrigible!"
"I don't know what that means but it sounds nice. I guess if Nick is
going to pay for you to go to University that makes you incorrigible
too?" Angela adds.
"Nah," I reply, "just a whore!"
Laughing, Angela replies,
"We're whores then, incorrigible whores!"
"The IWC, 'Incorrigible Whores Club.' I wonder how many Nicks and
Jorges there ARE out there?"
We're both laughing hysterically as we hang up.
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Wednesday comes around and I raid mum's wardrobe for something nice
to wear. I choose a V-line black dress that looks kind of slinky on
me. I hope Jonno will be impressed!
Jonno arrives to pick me up. He's wearing a stylish white shirt, no
tie and around his throat a thin gold chain. Ok, so it's a bit of a
cliche but it really suits his olive skin.
He's wearing cologne too, musk I think. I must say the overall
effect is quite appealing!
He's very polite to my parents, I can see they're impressed already.
We leave quickly, however, and into his car.
It's a real sporty job and he enjoys squealing the tyres away from
the lights. I couldn't imagine Nick doing that in the Daimler,
'Have you any idea how much tyres cost?' I hear Nick's voice in my
head.
The dance is being held at the Garibaldi Soccer Clubrooms. They have
this portable parquette dance floor they lay down. It's already
packed with people.
Jonno brings me some punch, he's being very attentive. He then
suggests we take a turn on the floor.
Now, I'm not a great dancer but neither is Jonno. It doesn't mean
squat though because it's so crowded all you can do is sway a bit. It
also means being pressed together with Jonno!
He introduces me to cousin this and uncle that and I can't remember
everybody's names. I DO sense that I'm being checked out, especially
by the girls. Apparently the whole Italian community has been waiting
for Jonno to meet a 'nice' girl.
Now that is a heavy responsibility, considering this is our first
date and I hardly know the guy. Jonno looks a bit embarrassed by the
attention but I see something else too. I think he looks proud and is
secretly enjoying showing me off to the relatives. Am I being vain?
After a while I become aware of the smoke, the noise and the heat
generated by all those people. Jonno suggests we go outside, under
the shelter by the soccer field.
On top of the shelter is an open grandstand with steps leading up to
it at either end. The shelter is where you stand to escape the rain.
In summer the soccer field becomes a cricket pitch and they put
tables out under the shelter for the members and teams.
The shelter is already teaming with people, laughing, smoking,
drinking, and in the shadows I see the odd couple having a quiet
snog. Jonno and I try to talk but we're being jostled by people
moving past and I'm worried my dress will get ruined by someone's
cigarette.
Jonno nods towards the steps to the stand and I follow his lead.
Up top, there are a few couples with the same idea. They don't pay
us any attention, being more interested in each other.
Down below, there's a shout of triumph and the floodlights go on for
the field. A bunch of guys then produce a ball and an impromptu
soccer game begins.
Jonno and I sit on the topmost tier of seats and we watch the game
in silence for a time. Most of the players are drunk as skunks and
are slipping over on the dew-covered grass, laughing hysterically.
Deliberate fouls, rugby tackles and general clowning around ensues
and the spectators begin to lose interest.
"A nice night?" Jonno says, hesitantly.
"Yes, quite warm really!"
Shyly Jonno puts his arm around me.
"Enjoying yourself?" he asks.
"Sure!" I reply.
I'm enjoying the tension as Jonno works his way up for a snog. Not
yet sure how far he's going to get, he's trying to engage me in idle
chat. Should I encourage him a little?
I lean on him a more closely and smile up at him. He takes the hint
and moves in for a kiss.
It's just a gentle one, not a mouth-masher. A sort of exploration,
to test the ground. Having satisfied himself a little that he's not
going to get his face slapped, he bends down for a more longer one.
He strokes my cheek and pretty soon we're Frenching, our tongues
playing with each other.
His musky scent is aftershave, I run my hand over his freshly
scraped chin and there's barely a hint of stubble.
He looks down towards my chest and I follow his gaze. My nipples are
raising little bumps through the fabric of my dress, stimulated no
doubt by the cold air and the snogging. It's obviously exciting him
but he's not sure whether he can touch them.
"Oops, my headlights are on," I tell him giggling.
(I can be SO like Angela when I want to be!)
"Hmm," he hums, and brushes the palm of his hand over one.
I smile and open my mouth for another kiss. He accepts the offer but
this time his hand begins to knead my breast, his thumb playing with
my nipple.
I'm suddenly feeling very horny and my hand slips inside his shirt,
stroking his chest. I guess he's figuring he's made all the right
moves.
His hand leaves my breast and moves down my back towards my thigh.
Jonno discovers the slit up the side of my dress and his fingers slip
underneath.
Taking a breath, I look over Jonno's shoulder and notice another
couple on the other side of the aisle. They're lying down with the
guy on top and it's pretty obvious they're close to doing it. I nudge
Jonno and he follows my gaze.
He grins, his warm hand still stroking the inside of my thighs.
Damn, I wish I hadn't worn pantyhose!
The guy's pants are still on, but the girl's dress is pulled right
up. They're sort of grinding together, 'dry humping' probably.
I put my hand on his leg and move it slowly up to feel... GOD! IT'S
BIG!
The thing between his legs feels MASSIVE.
Jonno loses interest in the couple and turns back to me. He pushes
his hand straight up and onto my pantied pussy. I hardly notice at
first, I'm still trying to feel the outline of this thing in his
pants.
It's parked straight up in his tight pants like a banana. It's
curved and the head is buried somewhere under his belt buckle. It
must be uncomfortable!
His hand starts to mash me between the legs. I push on his arm and
clamp my thighs closed.
"Sorry," he looks crestfallen.
"No... you're too rough," I tell him.
He reminds me a bit of those teenage boys trying to grab you between
the legs and calling it 'passion'.
"Just slow down... ok?"
He nods, abashed. I gather our Jonno is not too experienced in
dating techniques. Perhaps he's spent too long at sea, grabbing
undersize fish by by the tail and flinging them back into the ocean.
I guess I'll have to take the lead and show him how it's done, sigh!
"Here, give me your hand?" I tell him.
I bring his palm to my lips and gently kiss each finger. I purse my
lips and tease each fingertip in turn.
"Had many girlfriends, Jonno?" I ask.
"Sure," he answers, insincerely.
'I mean, outside of sunday school,' I think to myself.
"Have you had many... y'know... boys?" he croaks a little.
"A few," I lie.
I suck each finger in turn while looking into his eyes. I saw it on
some movie and thought it looked sexy.
I put his hand on my leg then guide it up my thigh.
"Like this... gently," I tell him as sexily as I can, "now give me
one of those big beautiful kisses."
He obliges wonderfully, the very least you can say about Jonno is
that he knows how to kiss!
Finally reaching the 'holy grail' I guide his fingers in the way I
like best. Some gentle massaging with the forefinger with a little
bit of pressure over my clitoris. Satisfying myself that he's got the
idea, I return to that lump in his trousers.
I run my palm along it, he jerks slightly and kisses me harder. His
little finger dance becomes a bit erratic and I feel myself
responding to his eagerness.
"Want to lie down?" I breathe into his ear.
I stand up and he tries to lie down on the bench but it's too
narrow. Instead he lies on the wooden floor between the rows. The dim
glow spilt from the floodlights radiates from his white shirt and
tight trousers. He looks positively delicious lying there trying to
adjust his hard penis.
I kneel on his legs and undo his belt. I detect a little sigh of
relief, that thing must be hurting! I can't help but giggle at his
discomfort.
I slowly ease his zip down, careful of snagging it. The head is
caught in the waistband of his silk underpants, like a little pink
man looking over a fence.
I pull down his underpants and it springs up, pointing somewhere
towards the southern cross constellation. I give it a feel, it's
maybe one and a half times the length of my hand, but the girth! I
can't close my thumb and forefinger around it!
I lie down on top of Jonno and lead into a passionate kiss. I grind
myself on his cock, I SO want to fuck him!
Jonno fiddles with the zip at the back of my dress, he wants to pull
my top down. I pull my straps down for him and release my breasts
from their lacy confines. He's fascinated by my stiff nipples and
rubs and squeezes them.
I let Jonno pull up my dress but I stop him when he tries to push
down my pantyhose.
"No," I whisper, "I can't get pregnant!"
The honey understands completely and my pantyhose stops its progress.
"Would you like me to suck you?" I whisper before kissing him again.
He nods, a desperate look on his face.
I slide down his body, catlike, and soon my chin is rubbing along
his lovely weapon. I pause and press my breasts over it.
"God, I..." he gasps.
I kiss all along his length and touch my tongue on the underside of
the tip, all the things Nick loves.
Jonno groans as I close my lips over him. It really fills my mouth
and I can barely get a third of it in without gagging.
I tickle his balls, Nick likes that, as I bob up and down. He's
grunting and squirming his arse about and I sense he's not going to
last too long.
I flick my tongue along the underside again and look up at him like
some porn actress. His face looks strained and he's trying to sit up.
I pop my mouth back down on him and stroke him rapidly with my hand
as well. Jonno flops back and groans, I guess I'm doing all the right
things!
"Oh, oh!" he moans and I take that as a signal.
Pulling off, I rapidly jack him to completion. Pointing his cock
sideways, I watch him splash all over the back of the seats.
There's an answering groan behind us and I turn around. Across the
aisle the other couple are watching us as they furiously fuck each
other. She's on the seat with her dress hiked up while he's kneeling
between her legs with his trousers around his ankles. Her legs are
propped up on the seat in front of them and tremble each time he
thrusts into her. It looks so hot!
"Know them?" I as Jonno.
He's still puffing away but shakes his head.
"She's Greek... by the look of her," he says.
"I guess she can fuck alright," I tell him.
Jonno looks at me puzzled.
"Forget it... long story. Better zip up or you'll put her off," I
laugh.
The guy is grinding the last of his hot fluid into her as the Greek
girl winks in my direction. Her mouth forms an O before breaking into
a smile. I guess I'm not the only one to appreciate Jonno's
dimensions!
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Jonno drives me home and we get into this long lingering kiss
outside my house. Feeling horny I take down my pantyhose and
underwear and ask Jonno to frig me.
He looks at my front window with a frightened expression.
"Are you sure... can they see us?"
"It's alright," I tell him and place his hand where I want it.
He does his best, but is too nervous about being discovered. He
jumps at every sound, just when I'm getting close, so I call it a
night and peck him on the lips.
Inside I pass mum and dad's door. I hear mum's muffled cry,
"Oh Alex!"
'God, everyone's doing it,' I think to myself.
In my room I can hear the thump, thump from next door. I strip off
my clothes and throw on my T-shirt. In bed I lie face down and my
hand wedges itself between my legs. I then think of Jonno's body.
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Morning at school and I'm getting more text messages. Jonno is
somewhere in the Southern Ocean, I didn't realise cellphones worked
out there!
We have to turn off our phones in class, so I have to wait till
recess to access them. As soon as I turn on my phone, it rings.
"Beatie?"
It's a woman's voice, I kind of recognise it.
"Yes!"
"Don't you read your messages?"
"I've just turned the phone on, who IS this?"
"Rachael, Nick's wife, we met the other..."
"Yes, I remember..."
"He... I mean Nick, said you and he have... come to some
arrangements?"
(Where is this leading?)
"Which ones are you talking about?"
She sighs, she sounds nervous.
"With you and me apparently. Not that he ever asks me whether I..."
"That one!" I cut in, "if you don't want to..."
"No... it's not that... I... he generally gets his own way anyway.
If he wants me to make it with another girl and he well... I guess I
just have to do it."
"C'mon, Rachael," I tell her, "you've got free will, if you don't
want to be a part of it then... to hell with Nick!"
"It's not that simple..."
"Yes it IS, Rachael!" I emphasise.
"You don't understand! He NEEDS me... and I need him... it's just..."
(God! Can't she see a counsellor?)
"Beatie," she continues, "can't you see someone your own age?"
"I am, sort of..."
"Well why do you have to hang around Nick?"
"Because I want to... and he wants me too, I suppose..."
"Yes, I know he wants you... but... I think he wants you too much,
don't you see?"
"Look Rachael," I tell her, " that's Nick's choice... and mine, if I
want to stop seeing him, I will decide, not Nick."
"I see... and are you serious about this other guy?" she asks.
"I've just met him."
"Have you... y'know... slept with him yet?"
Is it her business I wonder? I suppose if I'm going to be making out
with her then...
"Not yet," I tell her finally, "we've just fooled around."
"I see. Is he a nice guy?"
"Sweet... nice body!"
"Well, don't let him get you pregnant... I made that mistake once."
"I won't!"
"Right! Well I guess we'll be seeing each other later. I'm going to
send the kids to Grannies... maybe this weekend... so..."
"Ok."
"...And Beatie?"
"Yes?"
"You're hips are ok. I just thought I'd let you know."
"Thanks, bye."
(Life is SO wierd sometimes!)
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So everything is going to be organised for this weekend. I'm
beginning to have second thoughts. I mean, it was alright in THEORY,
but now that it looks like it's going to happen, I'm beginning to
wonder whether I can go through with it.
I'm not worried about what to do. I figure it's probably the same as
making love with a man, except of course you can't have actual
intercourse. I guess I'll sort of figure everything out as I go along.
I never believed that lesbians would go to hell in a handbasket
either. I had a liberal upbringing and, especially mum, always taught
me to respect everyone's differences. It's not a moral issue for me.
I'm concerned that I could be getting into something that could be
hard to get out of. There's a financial arrangement, now and that
puts things on an entirely different footing. It may be hard to say
no when you're having your University fees paid.
You get into a lifestyle, a comfort zone, where you get used to
having a certain amount of income and expences. I'm worried that if I
pull out of the 'arrangement' I'll have to replace that lost income
in some other way. That or make do without it.
I can see I could easily get trapped by my 'comfort.' Damn, it
seemed such a good idea when I first thought of it. I now run the
risk of becoming Nick and Rachael's 'sex servant' with little choice
but to do whatever they want.
God, just a few weeks ago, I was worried about the consequences of
having sex for the first time, and now?
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I have long talks with Angela at lunchtime at our little meeting
place up the field. She doesn't see anything wrong with accepting
money from men. Of course she wouldn't! Her career choice seems to be
heading towards becoming a highly paid call-girl.
Angela's not exactly academic, like me, but she's not thick at all.
Her intelligence is practical, street-smart, with a firm
understanding of the human race, particularly the male species. Born
in proverty, she has a driving instinct to succeed and I've no doubt
she'll get wherever she wants to go by sheer determination.
She never had a chance to know her father, he took off when she was
a baby. She has this fantasy of finding a nice guy and settling down
but no real expectation it'll happen to her. The men in her life pass
on, that's her reality, so she takes what she's given and slides on
out.
I'm different, I KNOW I'll find someone, but not yet. I want to be
independent and have my own life and when someone else comes along
and can fit into that well...
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As Saturday looms I become a bundle of nerves. Jonno is away at sea,
so at least I don't have that complication. I'm wondering how much I
should tell him, he seems pretty conservative when it comes to
relationships.
He expects me to make some kind of choice between him and Nick.
That's if everything goes well between us. I didn't tell him that
settling down with one guy wasn't part of my plan at the moment. I
can't imagine what he'll think should I tell him about this weekend.
If he runs a mile, well,
there're plenty of Jonnos out there at sea.
Jonno went to sea with his father practically before he could walk.
He left school early to go on the boats and participate in the family
business. The family have been successful in the fishing industry and
pretty well off.
The ironic thing is, I'm studying hard to learn how to administer a
business while Jonno and his family have been running one for years
with only the basic formal education.
My dad said that he knew a guy who could work out the betting odds
of a field of horses in seconds in his head yet he'd failed maths at
school and never graduated. It's a strange world!
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I'm frantically getting ready for the big night. I can't choose what
to wear.
Mum's asking awkward questions all the time and senses something's
up. How DO you tell your mother you're going off to a threesome next
door in return for money!
"Is that Rachael's car in the drive next door?" she asks.
"Yes mum, everything's cool, don't worry."
She eyes me suspiciously.
"Are you all going out together?"
"Something like that," I tell her, "we're just going to have this
big 'sorting out' thing. It'll be ok, she's cool!"
"Cool? Rachael? Are we talking about the same person?"
"Yes, she's ok when you get to know her a bit. I guess she just
wants re-assurance or something."
"Re-assurance?" she asks in surprise, "about what?"
"About me and Nick, that I'm not going to steal him off her or
something."
"You're not? I must have missed something. Really Tee, I'm having
trouble keeping up with you at the moment!"
"Everything's fine.... what do you think, the red dress or the black?"
"The red... if you want Nicks eyes on stalks and Rachael slapping
your face!"
"The red then."
Mum sighs and shakes her head.
The red dress hugs my bottom so tight you can detect the crack of my
arse. It's low at the front and displays my cleavage to perfection. I
decide to wear my hair loose except for a small clip and I settle for
knee length stockings. It looks like I'm attending some formal.
I'm glad mum didn't notice me not wearing panties, they would spoil
the line of the dress!
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The teen years
My story is probably similar to most others sexual encounters. Everyone is presented
with certain forks in the road. Some may take certain forks while others may have
passed them by. This diary describes one such fork that I took.
I don't know exactly how old I was when I became sexually aware. I just always seem
to remember being horny. I remember masturbating for the first time; I wasn't even
old enough to ejaculate. I distinctly remember my first orgasm. I was alone playing
with myself in the tub stroking away profusely and it happened... I was scared.
What was that powerful scary sensation that put me in a place I had never been
before? After I became comfortable with that indescribable powerful feeling, I
have lusted for sex since. Some time after masturbation became a regular part
of my daily activities, a friend of mine Jim, proudly came over and told me he
was able to ejaculate. I had never seen this or even knew that cum was supposed
to come out. This I had to see for myself. We went to a more secluded location
(outside in a homemade fort) where he whacked profusely for about two minutes
and shot his load all over the floor. It wasn't soon after this when I too was
able to produce the sticky goo.
It wasn't long after that where both of our sexual needs became too powerful to
control and ended up experimenting with each other. We slowly over the years
proceeded from jerking off together, sucking each other to actually having anal
sex with each other. Our sexual encounters were not very frequent and we rarely
had the opportunity because of the lack of privacy to actually get off. This
changed after many years passed by.
I must have been about 14 at the time. My friend was working the late shift at a
McDonalds restaurant. It was the weekend, so I had snuck out of my house at around
midnight. I met him at the McDonalds. After work we ended up back at his house
where everyone was asleep. Jim had his own room and I don't recall exactly how
it happened. His whole house was silent and still. His room had a soft light
and he was getting out of his uniform. I don't recall the exact events but before
I knew I was massaging his quickly growing hard cock through his underwear. Let
me start by explaining that Jim's cock was larger than mine and uncut. My cock
is average, where Jims is thick and long 10". We ended up in a sixty-nine position
for what must have been 10 minutes. I had until that point never enjoyed sucking a
dick, but this time was different. I enjoyed the smell and taste I was
experiencing - the weight of his cock and balls in my hand and mouth while I fondled
and licked. I continued to suck and lick him untiring. Jim later told me that I had
brought him to the brink many times, but I kept squeezing his balls causing him to
lose his climax. I wasn't even very conscious of my own pleasure. I suddenly exploded
into his mouth. He hungrily was swallowing it and massaging every drop he could
squeeze from my cock. I could have sucked him for hours but Jim then asked me if I
wanted to fuck him in the ass. Before I could answer, he went out of his room and
came with some lubricant. Jim got on the bed on his hands and knees and spread for
me. I greased my stiffening cock and his tight asshole. I pushed and my cock started
to slip in his ass, where he started to whimper in pain. I pulled out and we attempted
again. I put the head in and after what seemed like a long time, finally got my cock
buried in to the hilt. We fucked real slowly for what must have been a half an hour.
It was real nice to be pushing in and out of his ass while reaching around and stoking
his huge cock. I had already come and was kind of losing interest and up until now he
was unable to relieve his aching cock. He pleaded with me to complete the blowjob that
I had started earlier. Having already gotten off I was not nearly as horny as I once
was. The pleading went on for a while until I eventually caved in. He lay back down
on the bed and I went back to work on his thick stiff cock. I placed the head in my
mouth and started yanking on his shaft. I once again got turned on after I started
sucking on his cock. I was running my tongue circling around his head, between his
head and foreskin. A memory to this day which still gets me hard. The sight of an
uncut cock will forever turn me on from this experience. I didn't again touch his
balls that would have delayed his release. He soon erupted in my mouth and I drank
down what I could. It was repulsive yet exciting. His come did not slide down my
throat but kept clinging there. The taste was unfamiliar. It was unpleasant but
nice. The next day when I saw Jim, it was awkward, but we never mentioned it
again. I thought about the experience and was confused by it. I liked it, but
because of all of the excess baggage that society hangs on you about queers,
fags, homos, etc. I really felt guilty about it.
Several months had passed by and I was hanging around Jim one day. He was heading
to this older guys house named Bob who I had never met before. Bob must have been
40 -50 and lived in the French Quarter and Jim told me that Bob had weed. I thought
it strange that Jim would be hanging around this guy but what the hell - I wanted
to get high. I was young and naive, and didn't know that the fags hung out in the
French Quarter. Bob's apartment was dark and dungy. It was efficiency with a
separate kitchen. It didn't even have a bathroom, you had to walk down the hall
and use a community bathroom. There wasn't much furniture, just an unmade bed.
We sat on the bed listened to music and got high. All in all we had a pretty good
time. We went home and I thought nothing of it. The next day Jim told me that he
had something to tell me, but he was having a hard time just coming out with it.
Jim finally explained to me that he had known Bob for a while and that Bob was a
queer. He told me that Bob had offered him money to suck his cock, and then pressed
him into fucking his ass for money. He then told me that Bob insisted that he extend
the same offer to me. I was a little taken aback, but contemplated it for a day or
two. Jim told me that Bob wanted to suck me and fuck me, but if all I wanted was a
blowjob, well that was OK too.
I told Jim to tell Bob that a blowjob would be OK. So the next weekend we ended up
over at Bob's. We all sat on the bed and started to get high and it wasn't that long
before we were down to our shorts and Bob was sucking on our cocks. Bob told me that
he wanted to fuck my ass. I was not too receptive to the idea, but I was high and it
didn't take long before I was lying on my side with Bob sticking his cock in my rectum.
Bob gave Jim a twenty and told Jim to come back in about a half an hour.
Bob's cock was much like mine, average long and slender. Bob was as gay as they come,
and he attempted to start kissing me on my lips. The thought was repulsive to me. I
was not gay. Anyway we agreed that he could kiss me, just not anywhere on my face.
He again started to fill me with his cock. It hurt like hell a few times, it burned,
was painful and felt like I needed to take a huge shit. It was anything but erotic.
It kept hurting and I made him take it many times. After awhile I thought that I
would just attempt to push him out of me, like kind of push him out like a turd. That
was the secret for me as far as taking a cock up the ass. I never realized that the
pushing was allowing my rectum to open and relax. Before I knew it he was fucking me
for all he was worth and it wasn't even hurting any more. He must have fucked me for
about ten minutes before he emptied his load into me. Bob then said he wanted my come
down his throat. He went down and started sucking my cock. He was an excellent cocksucker
and I came for him in no time.
Jim came back and Bob wanted to suck him off also. I put my clothes back on and watched
Bob hungrily suck Jim to climax. Afterwards, I thought a lot about what I did and had a
lot of conflicting emotions. I felt real guilty about what I had done. This was
homosexual and homosexual behavior is wrong.
Jim and me became Bob's whores for a couple of months repeating the scenario with almost
every detail the same as before. Bob worked on tugs and worked a rotating shift on a
weekly basis. So on the weekends that Bob was off of work, we would be over at his place.
I was always confused and feeling guilty about what I was doing. Because of this I could
never really let go and enjoy myself. I was just letting Bob fuck me in the ass and
collecting money for it. Deep down I figured if I never let myself enjoy it, it was more
like a job, doing it for the money.
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The teen years
My story is probably similar to most others sexual encounters. Everyone is presented
with certain forks in the road. Some may take certain forks while others may have
passed them by. This diary describes one such fork that I took.
I don't know exactly how old I was when I became sexually aware. I just always seem
to remember being horny. I remember masturbating for the first time; I wasn't even
old enough to ejaculate. I distinctly remember my first orgasm. I was alone playing
with myself in the tub stroking away profusely and it happened... I was scared.
What was that powerful scary sensation that put me in a place I had never been
before? After I became comfortable with that indescribable powerful feeling, I
have lusted for sex since. Some time after masturbation became a regular part
of my daily activities, a friend of mine Jim, proudly came over and told me he
was able to ejaculate. I had never seen this or even knew that cum was supposed
to come out. This I had to see for myself. We went to a more secluded location
(outside in a homemade fort) where he whacked profusely for about two minutes
and shot his load all over the floor. It wasn't soon after this when I too was
able to produce the sticky goo.
It wasn't long after that where both of our sexual needs became too powerful to
control and ended up experimenting with each other. We slowly over the years
proceeded from jerking off together, sucking each other to actually having anal
sex with each other. Our sexual encounters were not very frequent and we rarely
had the opportunity because of the lack of privacy to actually get off. This
changed after many years passed by.
I must have been about 14 at the time. My friend was working the late shift at a
McDonalds restaurant. It was the weekend, so I had snuck out of my house at around
midnight. I met him at the McDonalds. After work we ended up back at his house
where everyone was asleep. Jim had his own room and I don't recall exactly how
it happened. His whole house was silent and still. His room had a soft light
and he was getting out of his uniform. I don't recall the exact events but before
I knew I was massaging his quickly growing hard cock through his underwear. Let
me start by explaining that Jim's cock was larger than mine and uncut. My cock
is average, where Jims is thick and long 10". We ended up in a sixty-nine position
for what must have been 10 minutes. I had until that point never enjoyed sucking a
dick, but this time was different. I enjoyed the smell and taste I was
experiencing - the weight of his cock and balls in my hand and mouth while I fondled
and licked. I continued to suck and lick him untiring. Jim later told me that I had
brought him to the brink many times, but I kept squeezing his balls causing him to
lose his climax. I wasn't even very conscious of my own pleasure. I suddenly exploded
into his mouth. He hungrily was swallowing it and massaging every drop he could
squeeze from my cock. I could have sucked him for hours but Jim then asked me if I
wanted to fuck him in the ass. Before I could answer, he went out of his room and
came with some lubricant. Jim got on the bed on his hands and knees and spread for
me. I greased my stiffening cock and his tight asshole. I pushed and my cock started
to slip in his ass, where he started to whimper in pain. I pulled out and we attempted
again. I put the head in and after what seemed like a long time, finally got my cock
buried in to the hilt. We fucked real slowly for what must have been a half an hour.
It was real nice to be pushing in and out of his ass while reaching around and stoking
his huge cock. I had already come and was kind of losing interest and up until now he
was unable to relieve his aching cock. He pleaded with me to complete the blowjob that
I had started earlier. Having already gotten off I was not nearly as horny as I once
was. The pleading went on for a while until I eventually caved in. He lay back down
on the bed and I went back to work on his thick stiff cock. I placed the head in my
mouth and started yanking on his shaft. I once again got turned on after I started
sucking on his cock. I was running my tongue circling around his head, between his
head and foreskin. A memory to this day which still gets me hard. The sight of an
uncut cock will forever turn me on from this experience. I didn't again touch his
balls that would have delayed his release. He soon erupted in my mouth and I drank
down what I could. It was repulsive yet exciting. His come did not slide down my
throat but kept clinging there. The taste was unfamiliar. It was unpleasant but
nice. The next day when I saw Jim, it was awkward, but we never mentioned it
again. I thought about the experience and was confused by it. I liked it, but
because of all of the excess baggage that society hangs on you about queers,
fags, homos, etc. I really felt guilty about it.
Several months had passed by and I was hanging around Jim one day. He was heading
to this older guys house named Bob who I had never met before. Bob must have been
40 -50 and lived in the French Quarter and Jim told me that Bob had weed. I thought
it strange that Jim would be hanging around this guy but what the hell - I wanted
to get high. I was young and naive, and didn't know that the fags hung out in the
French Quarter. Bob's apartment was dark and dungy. It was efficiency with a
separate kitchen. It didn't even have a bathroom, you had to walk down the hall
and use a community bathroom. There wasn't much furniture, just an unmade bed.
We sat on the bed listened to music and got high. All in all we had a pretty good
time. We went home and I thought nothing of it. The next day Jim told me that he
had something to tell me, but he was having a hard time just coming out with it.
Jim finally explained to me that he had known Bob for a while and that Bob was a
queer. He told me that Bob had offered him money to suck his cock, and then pressed
him into fucking his ass for money. He then told me that Bob insisted that he extend
the same offer to me. I was a little taken aback, but contemplated it for a day or
two. Jim told me that Bob wanted to suck me and fuck me, but if all I wanted was a
blowjob, well that was OK too.
I told Jim to tell Bob that a blowjob would be OK. So the next weekend we ended up
over at Bob's. We all sat on the bed and started to get high and it wasn't that long
before we were down to our shorts and Bob was sucking on our cocks. Bob told me that
he wanted to fuck my ass. I was not too receptive to the idea, but I was high and it
didn't take long before I was lying on my side with Bob sticking his cock in my rectum.
Bob gave Jim a twenty and told Jim to come back in about a half an hour.
Bob's cock was much like mine, average long and slender. Bob was as gay as they come,
and he attempted to start kissing me on my lips. The thought was repulsive to me. I
was not gay. Anyway we agreed that he could kiss me, just not anywhere on my face.
He again started to fill me with his cock. It hurt like hell a few times, it burned,
was painful and felt like I needed to take a huge shit. It was anything but erotic.
It kept hurting and I made him take it many times. After awhile I thought that I
would just attempt to push him out of me, like kind of push him out like a turd. That
was the secret for me as far as taking a cock up the ass. I never realized that the
pushing was allowing my rectum to open and relax. Before I knew it he was fucking me
for all he was worth and it wasn't even hurting any more. He must have fucked me for
about ten minutes before he emptied his load into me. Bob then said he wanted my come
down his throat. He went down and started sucking my cock. He was an excellent cocksucker
and I came for him in no time.
Jim came back and Bob wanted to suck him off also. I put my clothes back on and watched
Bob hungrily suck Jim to climax. Afterwards, I thought a lot about what I did and had a
lot of conflicting emotions. I felt real guilty about what I had done. This was
homosexual and homosexual behavior is wrong.
Jim and me became Bob's whores for a couple of months repeating the scenario with almost
every detail the same as before. Bob worked on tugs and worked a rotating shift on a
weekly basis. So on the weekends that Bob was off of work, we would be over at his place.
I was always confused and feeling guilty about what I was doing. Because of this I could
never really let go and enjoy myself. I was just letting Bob fuck me in the ass and
collecting money for it. Deep down I figured if I never let myself enjoy it, it was more
like a job, doing it for the money.
Our arrangement lasted for about six months until I found a girl friend.
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Author: Nick Scipio
Title: Summer Camp Book 2: Gina
Part: Chapter 18
Universe: Summer Camp
Summary: Comingofage story about a teenager whose family spends
their summer vacations at a nudist camp.
Keywords: mf, ff, Ff, teen, oral, inc, voy, exhib
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contains material of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. If you
are offended by sexually explicit content or language, please DO
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Summer Camp Book 2: Gina
by Nick Scipio
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Saturday morning, Gina and I were both up early. She came down
the hill from her cabin and watched as I did a light workout.
When I finished jumping rope, she was grinning at me.
"What?" I asked a little selfconsciously.
"You look so... um... manly when you work out."
"I am manly." I struck a bodybuilder's pose and flexed my
pecs, lats, and traps.
Gina cooed appreciatively. "Pretty manly," she said. "But it's
hard to tell how manly with those shorts on."
I arched an eyebrow at her.
She leered unrepentantly.
I slipped off my shorts and playfully waved my limp penis at her.
"Manly enough for you?"
"Anybody can wave that silly thing around," she said saucily.
"Only a real man knows how to use it."
"Oh?"
Her eyes glittered mischievously as she nodded.
"Okay. Let's go down to the lake," I suggested. "I wanna cool
off."
Her face fell.
"And I wanna maybe heat up a few strategic body parts." When she
looked up in anticipation, I grinned from ear to ear. "I don't
know which body parts, but I'm sure we can work something out."
"Or work something in," she said.
Since it was still quite early, no one was at the lake. After my
workout, the water was shockingly cold. Gina and I swam around
for a few minutes and then towed the raft toward the shallow end.
When we could stand with most of our bodies out of the water, we
used the raft as a shield in case anyone came down the hill and
saw us.
She sucked me until I was hard and then I had her bend over and
support herself on the raft. If anyone saw us, they'd only see us
from the chest up. The water came to our thighs, so I took a
moment to admire the lines of her back and the curves of her
outthrust ass.
"I'm still a little sore back there," she said. "So be careful."
I stopped and looked at her in concern.
"Just my... um... just my butt."
"Are you sure?"
She nodded quickly. "Everything else is warmed up and ready to
go. Feel for yourself."
I gently probed between her legs and discovered that her pussy
was hot and wet, as promised. I smiled at her and gently eased my
manhood inside her. She was still incredibly snug, so I took my
time.
She groaned as my girth spread her open.
"Oh, God," I said, clenching my eyes shut. "You're so tight."
"It's 'cause you're so big," she said, panting slightly. "But I
love it."
I knew I wasn't big, but she seemed more than happy with my
size, especially my thickness. We moved against each other for
several long, delicious minutes. I played with her breasts and
lazily rubbed her clit while I thrust into her. She must have
really been worked up, because she came a lot quicker than I
expected. It was probably a combination of my cock hitting her
inner spot and my fingers on her clit.
Note to self: Remember this position, she likes it.
Whatever it was, her pussy clamped down on my dick and she
shuddered in release. I buried myself inside her and rubbed her
shoulders and back as she panted from the exertions of her
climax. When she recovered enough to move again, she turned her
head and looked at me hungrily.
Without saying a word, she pulled away from me, turned, and
crouched in the water. Her lips fastened themselves to my cock
and she began bobbing her head in front of me. When I was about
to come, she wrapped her hand around the base and started pumping
me. As I spurted, she greedily swallowed my semen, milking my
cock for all I could give her.
After an early breakfast, Gina and Jenny made lunch for our hike
to the quarry. Manfred and I went to pack our gear. We went to my
cabin first and gathered up what we'd need. At his family's room,
he hauled out a large aluminumframed backpack and then the two
of us started packing our stuff. The inflatable rafts were
actually kind of heavy, and I didn't look forward to carrying
mine up there and then back again. But it would be worth it. I
was sure of that.
While we were packing, I remembered to thank Manfred for his idea
to buy the raft. He grinned lecherously and we carried our packs
down to the clubhouse. The girls had prepared sandwiches, potato
chips, pickle spears, and fruit cocktail. Once we had all the
food packed in Manfred's larger pack, we put the Cokes in mine,
added the girls' towels, and shouldered our loads. Our parents
knew about the hike, so we didn't even need to tell anyone where
we were going before setting out.
Gina started falling back about a halfhour into the hike.
Manfred was getting annoyed, and I was getting annoyed at him
because of it. I hung back with Gina for a few moments and talked
to her quietly. She was pretty distraught, and it took me a few
minutes to worm the cause out of her.
She was still a little sore. "Back there," she said softly,
rolling her eyes to indicate her rear.
I could tell she was worried about slowing us down, but I put my
arm around her reassuringly and then called out to Manfred.
"What?" he asked in exasperation.
I slipped my pack off and motioned for him to come back down the
hill. I met him halfway.
"What's her problem?" he asked.
"It's not her problem, Manfred," I said tightly. "I've got a leg
cramp, and I'm gonna slow up for a while."
"You do not. She's been hanging back ever since we left."
I frowned.
"What? I just wanna get there," he said. "Today."
I wanted to hit him. Instead, I took a deep breath, pasted on my
most reasonable expression, and actually tried to smile. "We
will. We're just gonna hang back for now."
"But"
"You and Jenny go on. We'll catch up with you."
"But you've got Jenny's towel and the suntan oil," he said.
"Manfred!" I made sure I had his undivided attention before I
continued. When I did, I used my dad's I'mgivinganorderandI
expecttobeobeyed voice. "You and Jenny go on ahead. We'll get
there when we get there. Okay?"
One look at my expression and he turned sheepish. "Yeah. Sorry,"
he said contritely.
"No problem, man. Besides," I said, "this way, you two'll have
some privacy before we get there."
His eyes lit up. "Yeah!"
I smiled. "We'll probably be about a halfhour to fortyfive
minutes behind you."
"Okay," he said, warming to the idea. "Cool."
He turned and headed back up the hill. He and Jenny waved to us
and then started moving again.
"What was that about?" Gina asked when I returned to her.
"I was ready to beat Manfred within an inch of his life," I said
disgustedly.
"You can go on, if you want."
I shook my head irritably. When I saw her expression, I softened
mine considerably. "I'm sorry, honey. I'm not mad at you. Not at
all."
"I was kinda worried," she said.
"Nope. I'm frustrated at that horny blockhead," I said, pointing
my thumb over my shoulder. Then I changed my demeanor entirely. I
stepped close to her and pulled her into my arms. "I'm in love
with you." I paused for a moment and then scowled while I looked
up the hill, growling for effect. "See? That's frustrated." Then
I kissed her tenderly. "And that is 'in love.'"
She giggled.
I scowled. "Frustrated." I smiled and kissed her again. "In
love."
She sighed and leaned against me, her eyes glittering with
suppressed laughter.
"Can you tell the difference?" I asked teasingly.
"Yes, my wonderful man. I can tell the difference." She sounded a
little sarcastic, but she also sounded very grateful.
Gina and I took our own sweet time for the rest of the hike. We
stopped and rested several times, whenever she felt like it. I
didn't complain once, and I made sure to keep my expression
supportive.
We approached the lip of the quarry about a halfhour after
Manfred and Jenny should have gotten there. When we arrived, we
were greeted by an unexpected sight. Well, I thought wryly,
knowing Manfred and Jenny, it wasn't totally unexpected.
The two of them were on the big flattop rock. Jenny was on her
knees and Manfred was standing before her, his hands on his hips.
Jenny was sucking his dick and he was clearly enjoying himself.
When Gina saw them, she abruptly stopped walking and then looked
at me. I slipped my pack off my shoulders and stepped behind her.
I cradled her in my arms and bent to whisper in her ear. "You
do like to watch, don't you?"
She nodded wordlessly.
"It gets you all hot and wet when you see other people having
sex. Doesn't it?"
Another nod.
"You're so beautiful when you're horny," I said. "Do you know how
hard I had to work not to have sex with you when we were
watching our parents?"
"You shouldn't've worked so hard," she said distractedly.
I smiled to myself and reached for her pussy.
She was already soaking wet.
"I'm not working so hard now," I said.
She whimpered and leaned against me.
While we watched Jenny give Manfred a blowjob, I played with
Gina's pussy. I moved my fingers in lazy circles over her clit,
teasing her. My hardon pressed against her ass and she thrust
back against me.
On the rocks, Jenny pulled Manfred's long, thin dick from her
mouth and started pumping him. She aimed his shaft at her chest
and stroked.
"What a waste," Gina said wistfully.
For a split second, I had visions of Gina sucking Manfred and
swallowing his come. I didn't know why the thought occurred to
me, but more importantly, I didn't really know how I felt about
the idea.
"If I were her," Gina said, as if reading my mind, "I'd swallow."
How did I feel about the idea of seeing Gina with another guy?
In a way, it made me incredibly jealous. But in a way, it also
made me incredibly horny. If I could separate love and sex for
myself, why couldn't I separate love and sex where she was
concerned? Could I? Could I watch her have sex with another guy,
yet still know she loved me?
I simply didn't know the answer to that question. I didn't want
to think I'd be jealous, but I had a visceral reaction to the
idea of someone else having sex with her. But was my visceral
reaction resentment or desire? Probably a little of both, I
reluctantly admitted to myself.
Gina was a very beautiful girl, and the idea of sharing her
beauty with another guy kind of appealed to me. I could only
share if I knew she was totally committed to me, though. Did I
know that? Was she totally committed to me? What would she
think about having sex with another guy? Would she want to watch
me have sex with another woman?
No wonder my parents had a solid relationship, I thought.
A low moan from Gina interrupted my musing. Manfred had just come
on Jenny's chest and Gina was grinding her ass against my
erection. In a flash, she turned and dropped to her knees in
front of me. While she licked and sucked the head of my dick, I
stroked myself. In a few short minutes, I was shooting into her
willing mouth, my come gushing down her throat.
After Gina and I waited around a few minutes, we noisily
"arrived." Then Manfred and I inflated the rafts while the girls
stored lunch in the shade and sank the Cokes into the cold water
of the lake.
We went for a quick swim to cool off and then climbed back atop
the big rock. Manfred toweled off quickly and let Jenny spread
sunblock over his shoulders and back. Even after a week, he was
still pale enough to need it. He didn't have to wear a tshirt as
well, but he'd be lobsterpink without the sunblock.
Much to my surprise, Gina wanted to hang out with Jenny for a
while. They climbed onto one of the queensized rafts and then
Manfred and I watched them paddle toward the center of the lake.
"You wanna get on the other raft?" Manfred asked.
"Together?" I asked. I hope I didn't look as shocked as I felt.
"No way, man. Too weird."
"Yeah," I said. "Too weird."
We looked at each other with the "I'm not a fag" expression all
guys know how to make. Finally, we grinned at each other and the
tension was broken.
"You go ahead," I said.
"You sure?"
"Yeah. I'm just gonna do some reading."
"Suit yourself," Manfred said. He climbed down the rock,
carefully crawled onto the raft, then pushed himself away from
the rocks.
I dug into my pack and pulled out a book. Gina had decided to
broaden my horizons and had packed not only her book, but one for
me. My collection of summer readingHeinlein, Poul Anderson,
H. Beam Piper, and othershad been left at the cabin. Instead, I
had a new bookmark (with my name on it, courtesy of Gina) and a
copy of some book by a woman named, of all things, Flannery.
What kind of name is "Flannery"? I thought. Nevertheless, I
flipped open my copy of A Good Man Is Hard to Find and started
reading.
What seemed like five minutes later, I was halfway through the
book. Funny name or not, Flannery O'Connor could write. No,
that doesn't do her justice. She could write! Write, write!
I was blown away by her stories. They were about the South, and
her characters were so real that I felt like I knew them. And the
dialog fairly sang. I was so engrossed that I didn't even
notice when Gina, Jenny, and Manfred returned.
Manfred teased me about being a bookworm but I just shrugged it
off. Gina's eyes shone with pride and she assumed a goodnatured
"I told you so" attitude when she realized how much I'd read. She
never said anything about my penchant for science fiction, but I
could tell she thought there was more to literature than space
ships and robots. Boy, was she right!
Once Manfred and the girls were back on the rock, we ate lunch
and generally acted like teenagers, talking about music, school,
movies, TV shows, and anything else that suited our fancy. After
we ate, Manfred and Jenny wanted to hike to the top of the falls.
They rolled up one of the blankets and headed out. Gina and I
relaxed on the sunheated rock for a while, simply enjoying each
other's company.
"What did you and Jenny talk about?" I asked after a while.
"Girl stuff. Nothing much. Why?"
"I was just curious. What kind of girl stuff?"
"Girl stuff, silly."
"I know about girl stuff," I said. To prove my point, I rolled
over and put my hand on her inner thigh. I ran my fingers up her
smooth skin and brushed against her mons. "See? I know all kinds
of girl stuff." When she still didn't say anything, I pressed
against the base of her clit.
"Oh!" she breathed. "No fair."
"Are you gonna tell me?" I asked, rubbing my fingers in small
circles.
"No."
"Yes." I quickly licked my finger and then slid it along her
slit.
"No fair," she groaned.
"Well?"
Her lips went taut and she shook her head.
"Don't make me force it out of you," I said playfully.
"I'll never talk." Her pussy was growing moist as I gently ran my
fingers over her channel.
"Then I'll just have to convince you," I said.
I started kissing down her body, taking my time and pressing my
lips against her soft skin. She smelled of cocoa butter, and as I
neared the junction of her thighs, the musk of her excitement
mingled with the scent of suntan lotion. When I lifted her legs
and draped them over my shoulders, she moaned. I settled onto the
blanket on my stomach and started kissing her inner thighs.
She ran her fingers through my hair while I teased her for
several minutes. While I gently kissed and licked her outer
labia, they became plump as she grew more aroused. When I finally
nuzzled her pussy, she hissed and arched her back. I sucked her
inner labia into my mouth and teased her with flicks of my
tongue. Then I licked between her inner and outer lips, causing
her to shudder and cry out softly.
I continued licking her for a while, taking my time and building
up her desire slowly. Each time she got close to coming, I backed
off and teased her for a minute or two, until she cooled off. Her
juices covered my lips and cheeks, and I was thoroughly enjoying
myself. Judging by the way Gina was trembling and crying out, she
was completely overwhelmed by the pleasure I was giving her.
I was having fun, taking my time, and exploring all her
reactions, but it was clear that she was ready to come. She was
rhythmically humping her hips against my face and begging me to
get her off.
I let her beg for a little while and then gently inserted a pair
of fingers into her drenched pussy. When I started sawing them in
and out, she went nuts. I held her down with one hand and the
strength of my neck. Then I locked my lips around her clit and
started licking her in evertightening circles. At the same time,
I crooked my fingers against her inner spot and started sucking
her clit.
Her pussy started spasming around my fingers and she clutched at
my hair. When I twirled my tongue around her clit and sucked, she
cried out in ecstasy. I kept that up until her hips slammed into
my face, pressing my lips against her mons and burying my nose in
her pubic hair. Then I sucked her clit and gently rotated my
fingertips.
With a rush, she began to come. It started out small, but quickly
grew in intensity. Since I'd kept her on the edge for so long,
her climax was more powerful than I'd ever experienced. She
shrieked and held my head in place. I kept moving my fingers and
circling her sensitive pearl with my tongue. It disappeared
abruptly and a gush of moisture washed over my fingers.
I continued licking and sucking her inner labia as the orgasmic
sensations suffused her body. She cried out in ecstasy and her
hips bucked into my face again. Her cries were so loud that I
actually heard them echo off the quarry walls. Then all of a
sudden, her legs snapped shut and she tried to sit up. I pulled
my head from between her thighs and withdrew my fingers from her
sodden pussy. She immediately rolled to the side and curled into
a ball, her knees drawn to her chest.
Her pussy and the skin surrounding it glistened with moisture.
She was trembling with the aftereffects of her orgasm as I
crawled up and lay behind her. She mewled softly when I put my
arm under her head and wrapped the other one around her
midsection. I hugged her to my chest and she planted kisses on my
forearm.
As her breathing slowly returned to normal, she quivered and
gently shook, her senses overloaded with aftershocks. I hugged
her again and tenderly kissed her shoulder.
"That was wwwonderful," she said softly, stammering slightly as
the sensations made her breathing ragged.
Instead of answering, I kissed along her neck.
"I can still fffeel it. Oh, God."
"Good," I said. "I like making you feel good."
"This isn't gggood. Good was a wwwhile ago," she said. "This
is... oh, God... this is... magnificent. Yyyou're magnificent."
"Mmmmm. Thank you. I'm inspired."
After that, we dozed comfortably, spooned together and in our own
little world. We didn't nap long, since we were exposed to the
hot afternoon sun, but it was a wonderful, languid, intimate
time.
Manfred and Jenny came back down a little while later. Manfred
grinned hesitantly, but Jenny's eyes were alight with curiosity.
She couldn't wait to take Gina aside for more "girl talk." I
think I was beginning to understand what a lot of "girl talk"
consisted of.
They made an excuse about having to go potty, took some paper
napkins, and disappeared toward the tree line. Manfred hung his
head for a moment, clearly nervous. When he looked up, he smiled
selfconsciously.
"Dude... um... I didn't mean to spy or anything...," he said.
I grinned to myself. I suspected he and Jenny had been doing just
that. I know Gina and I had watched the two of them before.
"But... um... well... I couldn't help but overhear. And we just wanted
to make sure everything was okay. You know?" He looked up, his
eyes beseeching me to understand.
Evil friend that I was, I wanted to let him twist a little. I
guess it was a bit of harmless payback for his getting frustrated
with Gina during the hike up.
"Well... um... we kinda... you know... we kinda saw y'all," he said.
"Saw us?" I stifled a wicked chuckle.
"Yeah, man. When you two were... you know."
I shook my head.
He made a few weird motions with his hands.
I got the idea, but I was having fun teasing him, so I gave him a
blank look.
"You know. When you two were... you know." He drew himself up to
his full height and looked apologetic. "And we did not mean to
see it."
Right, I thought sarcastically.
"But we kinda saw when you were... well... when you and Gina were...
um..." He took a deep breath and exhaled so hard I thought he might
pass out.
"You mean when Gina and I were fooling around?"
He blushed furiously but nodded. "We kinda saw that."
"Oh," I said. I waved my hand dismissively. "That's okay. I mean,
we're all friends. Right?"
"Yeah, sure." He leaned close, his face intent.
I almost laughed at his interested expression.
"I'd just never seen it done that way before," he said
judiciously, his curiosity finally conquering his embarrent.
"I mean," he said hastily, "Jenny was kinda curious. She... um... she
said she thought... um... what y'all were doing... you know... she
thought it looked pretty cool."
I nodded. I had a growing suspicion he had no idea what Gina
and I had been doing, and I knew he wouldn't come right out and
ask me. With a shock, I thought back through the number of
times I'd witnessed Manfred and Jenny fooling around. Not once
had I seen him go down on her. Finally, I decided I'd probably
teased him enough, so I let him off the hook. "Yeah," I said. "It
is pretty cool."
He looked at me earnestly, hoping for some enlightenment.
I fought down the urge to smile and nodded thoughtfully. "Well,"
I said, "I was just going down on her."
He furrowed his brow in confusion and then he hastily nodded
like he knew what I was talking about.
"You know, licking her pussy." Under normal circumstances, I'd
never brag like that. But not only had Manfred seen us, I figured
I was doing a favor for Jenny too.
"Oh, yeah," he said. "I knew that."
"Yeah, of course."
"So," he asked, "how do you like to do it?"
I tried not to grin, but I just couldn't help myself, although I
quickly got my expression back under control. For the next ten
minutes, I performed a delicate conversational dance. I acted
like we were discussing something we both understood and
proceeded to give him some excellent pointers about pleasing
Jenny.
The whole time, he kept up his end of the farce, nodding like he
knew what I was talking about. A couple of times, he even said
something like, "Yeah, that's how I like to do it too." It was
all I could do not to laugh out loud when he did. Fortunately, I
kept my expression well schooled and Manfred made it through the
conversation with his masculine pride intact.
When the girls returned from the woods, Jenny's eyes locked on
Manfred and positively smoldered. Gina tactfully suggested that
she and I do some sunbathing on our raft, and I agreed. It took
me three tries before I got Manfred's attention, and when I told
him we were going to float for a while, he nodded distractedly.
"What did you two talk about?" Gina asked when we were safely
out of earshot of the rocks.
"Probably the same thing you did."
She actually blushed. "Yeah, I guess I was a little loud. Sorry."
"No need to apologize," I said. I waved a hand at our
surroundings. "We're out here in the middle of nowhere."
She nodded.
"And besides, Manfred and Jenny are here for the same reasons we
are."
She nodded again, enthusiastically this time.
"So they're cool."
"Yeah," she said. "I guess you're right. I guess it just kinda
feels weird having someone watch me for a change."
I grinned and nodded. "Did you like it?"
She nodded, blushing slightly. "Yeah. I guess I did." She paused
for a moment and then looked at me seriously. "Paul?"
"Mmm hmm?"
"Have you ever been with two girls at once?"
I was a little nervous about where the question was leading, but
nodded anyway.
"What was it like?"
I began to panic. If I told her I liked it, I was worried that
she might get upset or worse, angry. Then I realized that she was
far from upset, she was actually a little excited. "It's kinda
fun," I said.
Her eyes lit up. "Tell me about it." She put her hand on mine.
"Please."
My ingrained mental "don't talk about the girls you've been with
in the past, especially with your current girlfriend" safeguard
kicked in for an instant, but I quickly realized that Gina wasn't
exactly an ordinary girlfriend.
"If you don't wanna tell me, that's okay," she said, a little
crestfallen.
"No, that's not it. It's just that I normally don't talk about
what I've done. You know, especially about sex."
"Oh."
"I guess it's just not cool, if you're a guy, to talk about a
girl you've had sex with. You know?"
She nodded.
"The guys who do talk about the girls they've been with are
usually lying. Or they're not gonna have sex with that girl
again. Especially if it gets back to her that the guy's a
blabbermouth."
"Yeah," she said. "That makes sense."
"So I don't talk about it much."
"That's so sweet."
I rolled my eyes.
"Well, it is."
"Yeah, I guess you're right. But it's also about respect."
"Huh?"
"If I respect you," I said, "I'm not gonna spread around the
details of our sex life. And why would I have a relationship with
a woman I don't respect?"
"Wow. That's deep."
"Yeah, I guess it is. But it's the way I am. So that's why I
don't talk about it much. I respect the women I've been with."
"Do you respect me?" she asked timidly.
I nodded quickly. "Very much." I sensed her waiting for the
reasons why, so I elaborated. "You're really smart, you're funny,
and you're beautiful. But smart, funny, and beautiful are only
half of it."
"They are?"
"Mmm hmm. I respect you 'cause you're a good person. You're nice
to people. You're helpful. You treat other people with respect,
and I admire that."
"Not all the time," she said. "I didn't treat you with respect."
"No," I said honestly. "You didn't."
"I'm so sorry," she whispered.
I lifted her chin and caressed her cheek with the backs of my
fingers. "You were angry. That's not a good excuse, as I'm sure
your mom would tell you, but I understand."
"Do you feel any different about me now?"
It was a pretty insightful question, so I paused for a moment to
consider it. Should I give her an honest answer? Or should I
sugarcoat it and spare her feelings? I decided on a combination
of the two. "Yes and no," I said. "But it's not really that
simple."
"Oh," she murmured, her eyes downcast.
"Yes, I still love you. Now more than ever."
She looked up hopefully.
"Especially after the last few days." When she smiled happily, my
heart swelled. "But I'm also worried. Although I don't know if
worried is the right word. Maybe I'm apprehensive. I kinda wonder
what'll happen next time you're angry with me."
"I swear, Paul, I'll never do that again. I'll never be the way I
was. I promise. You've got to believe me."
Did I believe her? Did I really? I certainly wanted to. "I know,"
I said at last. "I do believe you." I just hope you can fulfill
that promise, I thought. I reached out and cupped her cheek,
reassuring her with my touch.
She closed her eyes and pressed her face against my hand.
"I love you very much, Gina."
"And I love you," she said, her voice husky.
We shared a quiet moment and then I enfolded her in my arms.
After several minutes, I rolled to my back and tucked her against
my side, my arm around her. "We also need to talk about our
relationship," I said.
"I'll do anything you want me to," she said.
I chuckled softly. "It's not about what I want. It's about what
we want. We need to decide some things."
"What kind of things?"
I reflected on a conversation I'd had with Susan the year before.
It had been about relationships, and I hadn't understood what she
was talking about. Not at the time, anyway. With all I'd seen and
learned over the past few days, the words "open relationship"
suddenly meant a lot more than they had before.
Gina shifted nervously.
I realized I'd been silent too long. "I'm sorry, honey," I said.
"I was just thinking about something Susan once told me. I didn't
understand it until now." I paused again, to sort out what I
wanted to say. "She told me that if things got serious between
us, between you and me, I mean, that we'd have to decide what
kind of relationship we wanted to have."
"Oh."
"There's something else we talked about that makes a lot more
sense now too," I said. "It was about commitment." Do I want a
committed relationship with Gina? I pondered that for a moment.
Yes, I decided, I do. So I opened my mouth and took the
plunge, "And committed relationships." Unfortunately, while I was
reasoning things out, she was worrying. I could feel the tension
in her body. I ran my hand along her shoulder and squeezed her.
"With our parents' relationships, they have to have a stronger
bond than normal. Because they're swingers," I said.
She nodded.
"Your mom probably explained it to you. Right?"
Another nod.
"I'm wondering if we want a kind of relationship like thata
committed, open relationshipor if we want a regular, justthe
twoofus kind of relationship."
"I want whatever you want," she said.
I shook my head. "That's not what it's about. The thing about any
good relationship," I said, "is that it's got to be a
partnership. Fiftyfifty. I never realized what kind of
partnership my parents have. Oh, I've thought about it a little,"
I said musingly, "but never seriously. Well, not really. Not
until now. They make decisions together. They communicate. They
trust each other. And they respect each other."
"My parents are the same way."
"Uhhuh. And if we want our relationship to work, we've got to be
like them. Not necessarily the sex part, but we've got to
decide what's right for us. It's got to be our decision, not my
decision, not your decision. Does that make sense?"
"Yes," she said, worry still coloring her tone. "I just want you
to be happy."
"And I want you to be happy. But I guess that means we've got
to talk about some serious stuff."
"What kind of serious stuff?"
"Well, Stacy, for one."
"Stacy?"
I nodded. "She knows about you, and she knows I'm serious about
our relationship."
"Yeah."
"But she's also in love with me. I mean really in love. I love
her too, very much." I felt Gina momentarily tense up. "But it's
not the same as it is with you."
"What's this have to do with us?" Gina asked.
"I know she won't ask, but I can tell Stacy still wants to have
sex with me." When Gina was silent, I continued. "What if she
asks? How would you feel about that?" In a way, I dreaded the
answer. Would the Gina from a week before come out? Would she
turn into the ice princess? Or would she think about it, and
communicate with me?
"Would you want to have sex with her?"
Gut check time, I thought. "I might."
"Without me?"
I shook my head quickly. "I'd never do it behind your back. If
we're going to have an open and honest relationship, I don't
think I could do that. I wouldn't do that."
She was silent for several long moments.
I began to worry. Had I been too honest? Would she get angry?
What if she did? What would I do? What would I...?
"I used to think something was wrong with me," she said quietly.
I mentally stumbled at the non sequitur, but waited for her to
continue.
"Whenever I look at another girl, sometimes I get excited. I
think that's part of the reason I wasn't ready to have sex with
you last year. I was willing, but really scared. I guess I
thought it wouldn't hurt with a girl."
"Mmm hmm."
"But I thought something must be wrong with me. I'd look at my
friend Lisa, or Ke" She suddenly stopped, obviously a little
flustered. "I'd look at Lisa, or another girl," she continued,
"and I'd feel the same as when I looked at you." She was silent
for almost a minute, deep in thought. "Kara figured out what it
was." She laughed derisively. "When she talked to me about it, I
denied it. Of course." She reached up and wiped her eyes. "I
thought she'd let it go, but she talked to Mom about it."
I nodded.
"Mom talked to me. And she didn't say anything I thought she
would," she said with a soft bark of laughter. "I thought she'd
be angry about it. But she told me it was okay to feel that way
about girls. This was right after we left camp last summer, and
before I first saw them with another couple," she said as an
aside. "She said she thought women were very attractive, and that
she also had those feelings about them sometimes.
"I was completely shocked," Gina said. "But she explained it so I
didn't feel bad. So I didn't feel... wrong. After that, Kara and
I started fooling around. It was just playful stuff at first, but
I really liked it. And with Kara, I knew I was safe. She'd never
laugh at me, or tell anyone. Kara likes guys a lot more than
girls, but I know she has fun with me. And I know she loves me,
like I love her. Like sisters. Does that make sense?"
I nodded and kept silent. It was important for her to tell me
this, and I didn't want to interrupt her. When Gina wasn't
thinking about, or worried about my reactions, she spoke steadily
and with confidence.
"So anyway, after school started, Lisa was staying over at our
house," she continued. "We were in my room, talking about guys.
About you, actually. And we were joking around. At least I
thought we were joking around. I started talking about how you
made me feel, and the next thing I knew, we both had our shirts
off and were rubbing our nipples. Lisa knows we're nudists, and
she's sunbathed nude with me all the time, but we'd never done
anything like that.
"When she slipped off her panties and started rubbing herself, I
did the same thing. That first time, we didn't touch each other,
but I really wanted to. I think she kinda did too. The next time
she spent the night, the next weekend, we went up to my room
after everyone else had gone to bed." Gina laughed quietly. "We
figured that if I closed my eyes and she rubbed me, it would be
just like you rubbing me."
Listening to her story, I was getting an erection, and my cock
pulsed gently as it lay on my stomach.
"So we tried it," she said. "When it was my turn to rub her, I
did. For a little while, at least. I don't think Lisa was really
surprised when I started licking her. She was so hot and wet, and
she tasted so good. She had a bunch of little orgasms, real
quick. Afterward, she said it was only fair that she got to lick
me."
I bit off a flippant remark and nodded silently.
"After that, we played around whenever we could. And of course I
still messed around with Kara. But you know about that," she
said contritely. She quickly resumed her narrative. "Once, when
my parents were out of town, right before my birthday, Lisa came
over. Kara joined us, and we fooled around until four in the
morning.
Before going on, she sighed deeply at the memory. "Leah must've
heard us, but I'm pretty sure she already knew what was going on.
A couple days later, she asked me to show her what we were doing.
I think Leah's a lot more into girls than I am, though," she
said. She paused for several long moments and then kissed my
chest. "Kara really likes guys, but she does girls too. Leah
mostly likes girls, but she still gets worked up over a guy every
once in a while. And I'm somewhere in the middle. I like girls
and guys. Well, I like girls and I like you."
"What about Joey Whatshisname?" I asked mildly.
She laughed. "Okay, so I like girls and guys." She looked up at
me and her lips sought mine.
I kissed her slowly, tenderly.
When she pulled back, she laid her head upon my chest. "By now,
you're probably wondering why I told you all that." Then she
seemed to notice my erection for the first time. "And I guess you
liked hearing it," she said with a smile in her voice.
"Well, yeah."
"I'll take care of you in a minute. Okay?"
I nodded. "We're not on a schedule," I said.
"Thanks." Then she propped herself up on her elbow and looked
into my eyes. She had a serious, searching expression on her
face. "So if you want to have sex with another girl, you can. On
two conditions."
I knew what she was probably going to say, but I nodded for her
to continue.
"We have to decide on the girl. And I get to watch, and maybe
join in." Before I could speak, she raised a hand to cut me off.
"I know, I know, a lot of girls don't like other girls."
I nodded.
"That's okay. But if the girl does like other girls, then I get
to have fun too. Okay?"
In a way, this was like a dream come true. But I knew she was
serious, so I was too. "Okay," I said sincerely.
"So that's what I was thinking when you asked about Stacy," she
said.
I nodded.
"Before I knew she liked girls, and especially before I knew she
and Kara had been together, I didn't really trust her. But Kara's
told me some things about Stacy, and I think I like her. I guess
I'll have to get to know her better, but Kara really likes her.
So in a way, that's good enough for me."
"Uhhuh."
"And I think she's really cute." She looked at me and grinned
bashfully. "I get all wet thinking about fooling around with
her."
"Oh you do?" I asked in mock surprise.
"Uhhuh."
"You realize that Stacy's only part of the larger question?" I
asked.
"Yeah," she said. "I guess I do. I guess in a way, I've known
that we'd have to deal with this."
I nodded.
"And it gets me really heated up when I think about watching you
with another girl. As long as I know you're mine," she cautioned
sharply.
"Of course," I said.
"Every time I watched my parents with another couple,
especially your parents," she said, "I wanted to join them."
She blushed suddenly, but kept talking. "I get so hot and
bothered watching, and it's been killing me that I can't join
in."
"And with me, you can watch and participate."
"Mmm hmm," she purred.
"I like that idea," I said.
"Ha! I bet you do. What if I want to have sex with another guy?
You hadn't thought about that, had you?"
Actually, I had. But I didn't tell her that. "Do you?" I asked
seriously.
My calm reaction gave her pause. After a moment, she recovered
her poise. "Maybe," she said.
"Well, if you do, I guess we can talk about it. I don't think
I'll join in, at least not with him."
She wrinkled her nose and quickly shook her head.
"But I may actually like the idea of me and some other guy doing
you at once," I said.
Her eyes sparkled with mischief and then she looked at me
earnestly. "I can't think of any guy I'd rather be with than
you," she said. She leaned down to kiss me and her tongue sought
out mine as soon as my lips parted. As we kissed, she hooked one
leg over mine and rubbed my calf with her foot.
When we broke the kiss, I looked deep into her eyes. "Even though
I think I know the answer to this, I'm going to ask anyway."
She nodded, with only a hint of trepidation.
"Do you want to have a committed relationship with me?" I asked.
"I mean, I don't want it to be formal like a marriage or
anything, but I guess we should talk about it and make sure we
both want the same thing."
"I want you to be happy," she said. "And I want to be happy with
you."
I nodded.
"And I want other girls to join us sometimes. I don't know about
other guys, but maybe. If it's a couple we both like, I guess
that's possible."
"Mmm hmm."
"But I want to know that I'm the only woman you're going to have
sex with, by yourself I mean. You can't be alone with any other
woman unless we agree. Okay?"
I nodded. "The same goes for you. And that means girls, too. If
you want to be alone with a girl, we need to agree."
"This sounds awfully formal," she said. "Do we need to take vows
or something?"
"Well"
"I'm teasing," she said quickly. "Sort of."
I nodded. I paused for a moment and worked out the words in my
head. "Okay, how's this?" When I had her full attention, I went
on. "I love you. I'll always love you. I promise to respect
you. And I promise that you'll be the most important woman in my
life." It sounded goofy and way too formal, but it was from the
heart. Sometimes, that's all that matters.
Gina saw the sincerity in my eyes and hers misted over. "Oh, I
love you too," she said, tears welling up. "I promise to respect
you." She swallowed hard. "And I promise that you'll always,
always come first."
When she hugged me, tears of happiness streamed down her face and
wet my chest. She looked up, her eyes and nose red, and smiled
joyfully. I kissed her again and tasted the salt of her tears.
"I must look like a mess," she said.
I shook my head. "You're not a mess, you're beautiful. You're my
girl. My woman. And I love you."
"I love you too," she whispered huskily. "You're my man."
She reached for my penis and wrapped her hand around it. In the
seriousness of the moment before, it had shrunk somewhat. But as
she gently squeezed it, it sprang back to life. Working together,
we rolled over so she was underneath me, on the center of the
raft.
She guided my shaft to her opening and I sank into her in one
smooth motion. I held myself above her on my elbows, my chest
pressed against her soft breasts. As I started thrusting, our
lips found each other and we kissed with growing hunger.
We made love slowly, deliciously. When she was getting close, I
gyrated my hips and ground myself against her clit each time I
thrust into her. Her pussy contracted around my manhood, so I
increased the pace of my thrusts.
"Oh, Paul," she said breathlessly. "I love you so... oh, yes... oh...
oh... I love you so much." With a groan, she came, her pussy
gripping my shaft and trying to keep me inside her.
I pulled out one more time and then pushed myself as deep as I
could, finally forcing my length past her clenched internal
muscles. As her orgasm peaked, they rippled against my erection
and I felt the first jet of semen rushing up my shaft. With a
groan of my own, I filled her with my seed.
As our ardor cooled, we heard a rising wail from the direction of
the rocks. It was a very feminine wail, a very Jennylike wail. I
looked at Gina in surprise and amusement. The wail turned into a
shriek, punctuated by a resounding "yes!"
Gina's eyes glittered as she gazed into mine. She wrapped her
legs around my thighs and held me inside her, the heat of our
joined bodies making her sigh. "It sounds like you and Manfred
are responsible for two very, very happy girls," she said.
I could only grin smugly as I nodded in reply.
The rest of the afternoon, the four of us lounged on the flattop
rock. Manfred and Jenny kept looking at each other longingly,
while Gina and I tried not to openly smirk. The topic of sex
didn't come up again, but it was definitely in the air. Before we
had to leave for the afternoonwe still had to be home before
dinner at six o'clockwe all swam out to the falls and goofed
around.
When we swam back, Manfred and Jenny went up to the top of the
rock while Gina and I stayed in the water to have a few minutes
alone. When we heard the two of them going at it above us, Gina
got a mischievous glint in her eye. She pushed me back against
the big sloped rock and knelt before me, her chin mere inches
above the water.
She gave me a wonderful blowjob, taking her time and really
working me up. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw two headshaped
shadows poke over the top of the rock. I don't know if Gina could
see them too, but she started taking me as far down her throat as
she could. She got me a little more than halfway before she had
to pull back.
Right before I came, she locked her lips around my glans and
looked up at me. She met my gaze and her eyes smiled. As she
stroked the base of my cock, she flicked her tongue against the
underside of my head. When I came, she closed her eyes and moaned
softly as she swallowed my load.
The two head shadows disappeared a moment later, and I smiled to
myself when I thought about what else Manfred and Jenny might
be thinking about trying. In a way, I was amazed that the two of
them had been having sex as much as they had, and how little
they seemed to know about what they were doing. In a way, it was
frightening. I'd have to make sure to thank Susan and Mom for
their guidance.
But at the moment, I had a very happy girl in my armsa girl who
was licking her lips, and who tasted of my semen when I kissed
her. I needed to make sure I thanked her as well. She laid her
head on my chest and I held her for several minutes, neither of
us feeling the need to speak.
Gina felt a lot better on the hike down, and easily kept up with
us. Nevertheless, I kept an eye on her and made sure she wasn't
pushing herself too hard. In the end, I really shouldn't have
worried about Gina. Jenny went slower than anyone else, mostly
because she was walking a bit wobbly. Gina and I just grinned at
each other.
The twohour trek was fun and lighthearted, and we were all in
good spirits. We got back to camp with only minutes to spare.
Manfred and I unpacked the remains of our picnic lunch and left
the girls in the clubhouse to clean up. We unloaded our packs in
silence, both of us tired but happy. My family ate dinner with
Gina's, but the two of us didn't do much talking.
During the day, three new families arrived, but they all had
younger kids, so we didn't pay much attention to them. An older
couple, Bill and Emily, also arrived. Bill owned a movie theater
or something, and once again brought a movie projector and some
films. Gina and I were hoping that Kendall and her family had
arrived, but there was no sign of them.
Mom suggested we ask Susan when the Paytons would arrive, so we
headed toward her house. When we got there, she was sitting in
her courtyard with Mr. Kershaw. They were going over a notebook
and some papers, but both of them looked up as we arrived. I was
a little worried about what Gunny might say, but I couldn't think
of a diplomatic way to caution Gina.
"Hello, Paul," Susan said, nodding to me. "Hi, Gina."
Mr. Kershaw turned around and I prepared to blanch. "Why, it's
young Mister Paul," he said cordially. "And Miss Gina."
I shuffled nervously and looked sidelong at Gina. If she reacted,
I didn't see it.
"Good evening," Gina said graciously.
"Um... Hi," I said.
"What can we help you with?" Susan asked smoothly.
"Um... We were kinda wondering when Kendall Payton and her family
would be here," I said.
Susan looked at Gunny.
"Oh, I'd say they'll be here any time now," he said. "Mr. Payton
said they'd be here sometime after supper." He looked critically
at me. "You remember where they were last year?"
"Yes, s... I mean, yes, Gunny."
His eyes twinkled when he smiled at my near slip.
I could hear him in my head, "Don't call me sir, I work for a
living."
"They'll be at the same place," he said.
"Thank you very much," I said politely. "I guess we'll go see if
they're here yet."
Susan nodded. "Okay. You two can be the official camp greeters."
I nodded.
"Have fun," she said.
With a wave, we turned to go. Susan and Gunny turned back to the
paperwork and resumed their conversation.
"What was that about?" Gina asked when we were out of earshot.
"What was what about?"
"The 'young Mister Paul' and 'Miss Gina' thing. Mr. Kershaw's
never called me Miss Gina before. What was that about?"
I blushed slightly and grinned. "I think it's 'cause you're with
me."
"You're kidding, right?"
I shook my head, a little embarrassed. "No, I'm not."
"Okay," she said, clearly unconvinced.
I quickly explained a little about Gunny's background in the
Marine Corps, and how he treated my father deferentially because
Dad had been a naval officer. "So he's always treated me with
respect," I said, "because that's just how you treat officers'
families."
"Oh. Wow."
"Yeah. I know it's kinda weird, but it makes sense to me."
"If you say so."
I nodded. "And because you're with me, you get the same
treatment. If that makes sense."
She hugged herself to my arm. "Yeah, I guess it does." Then she
sighed contentedly and rubbed her cheek against my shoulder. "I'm
already getting treated better because I'm your girlfriend," she
said. I think she was only half teasing.
Gina and I picked up our towels from the clubhouse, told our
parents where we were going, and headed up the hill. We spread
our towels out where Kendall's family set up their folding picnic
table and then sat down.
While we waited, we mostly talked about generic teenager stuff.
After the heavy conversation at the quarry, I don't think either
of us was up for more serious discussion. So we kept things light
and general.
The sun was just dipping below the opposite ridge when headlights
flashed across us. We stood as the Winnebago pulled into the spot
and Mr. Payton carefully maneuvered it next to the water and
electrical hookups. He waved to us, called to someone behind
him, then turned off the engine.
In a moment, the door burst open and an excited Kendall jumped
out. When she saw us, she stopped and simply stood there. She
already had her clothes off, and she looked incredible. I felt
Gina react, too.
Kendall hadn't changed muchshe was as statuesque as I
remembered. Her hair was up in a ponytail, which made her look a
little younger. She also had tan lines from a string bikini, two
triangles which accentuated her large breasts and another
triangle surrounding her pubic hair. She shuffled hesitantly,
unsure of how we'd react to seeing her.
At some unseen signal, she and Gina rushed toward each other.
They hugged like longlost sisters. When they separated, Gina
looked expectantly at me. I came up a little slower and looked to
Gina for guidance. Kendall glanced at us nervously.
"Will you two just say hello and hug each other," Gina said with
feigned exasperation.
The tension broken, Kendall almost flew into my arms. Her breasts
pressed against my chest, and I actually found it was easier to
hug her now that I was taller. When we separated, she grinned
shyly and looked at Gina.
Gina smiled warmly and said, "We're glad you're here, Kendall.
Aunt Susan sent us to greet you all. So, welcome to camp."
Kendall's father and mother came out of the camper next and I
went to shake his hand. Drew was right behind them, taller than
ever, and even more like his father. Even though he was a year
younger than me, he was at least two inches taller and about
twenty pounds heavier.
When I shook his hand, he gripped mine firmly. I guess it's a
dominance game most guys play, so he squeezed my hand. A strong
grip is one of the most important things for a wrestler, and I
knew mine was strong. Very strong. I returned his squeeze with
one of my own. He ratcheted things up a notch, so I matched him.
For a long moment, neither of us moved, each trying to crush the
other's hand. He may have been bigger than me, but I knew I was
stronger. With a final surge, I tightened my fingers and his face
began to turn red. With a loud exhalation, he relented. I
immediately relaxed my hand and he nodded respectfully. Like I
said, it was a dominance game.
"Do you need any help getting your camper squared away, sir?" I
asked Kendall's father.
"Sure, son," he said, surprised. "That'd be mighty nice of you."
He turned to his son. "Drew, you two get on the back leveling
jacks. Show him how they work."
"Yes, sir," Drew said. Then he grinned at me and we headed for
the back of the RV.
As we went to work, Gina asked Kendall's mom, "Would you like
some help setting up inside?"
With all six of us, the Winnebago was soon level, locked in
place, and connected to the camp's utilities. Afterward, Adam and
Melissa went down to the clubhouse. Drew politely asked me where
he could find my sister and her friends. I only grinned a little
as I told him they were probably up at the Jordan's cabin. With
an infectious grin, he thanked me and jogged off. That left me
alone with two of the most beautiful girls in the world. How
lucky can one guy be? I asked myself.
Kendall took a long look at me and then turned to Gina.
"He looks incredible, doesn't he?" Gina asked.
Kendall merely blushed and nodded. When she glanced at me again,
I gazed into her eyes, hoping to see the spark that had been
there the year before. I think she was a little disappointed that
Gina and I were obviously together, but she concealed it well.
She was also a little shy at first. But as she and Gina talked,
she gradually relaxed and became more open. By the time her
parents returned, more than an hour later, the three of us were
chatting like old friends.
I still had a ten o'clock curfew, so I discreetly looked at my
watch and made eye contact with Gina. When my eyes flicked to my
watch, she understood, so we stood to take our leave.
"It's great seeing you all," Kendall said. "I'm so happy for you.
You make such a cute couple."
My face heated a little, but I nodded in thanks.
"I can't wait to spend the day with you tomorrow," Gina said to
Kendall.
"Am I invited?" I asked. I tried to look forlorn, but they
weren't buying it.
Kendall was clearly waiting for Gina to answer.
"You're such a goof," Gina said. "Of course you're invited." She
rolled her eyes at Kendall and they shared a smile. Then Gina
stepped forward and gave Kendall another long hug. Before they
separated, she kissed the taller girl on the cheek. "I'm so
glad you're here," she said.
There was an awkward moment when I didn't know if I should hug
Kendall or not. Gina subtly pushed me forward and I spread my
arms. I didn't hug Kendall as long as Gina had, but during the
time I did, her body felt exquisite. I willed myself not to get
an erection. It had been a long time since I'd had a sudden hard
on, but Kendall was certainly beautiful enough to cause one. She
gave me a quick, sweet kiss on the cheek before pulling back.
When she looked into my eyes, she seemed happy and sad at the
same time.
Gina and I said our final goodbyes and walked toward her cabin.
She thrust her arm through mine and for a minute or two, we
walked in silence. Just before we got to her cabin, she turned to
me.
"I really like Kendall," she said.
"Yeah. I like her too."
She nodded. "She likes you as well," she said softly. "I don't
know how I can tell, though. Maybe I can see it in the way she
looks at you."
I started to deny it, but decided to keep quiet.
"I know you two were really close last year," she said. "After I
left."
I nodded. "We never did anything, though."
Gina nodded absently. "I don't think she'd do anything like that.
Call it woman's intuition, or whatever, but I just don't think
she would."
"You're right."
Suddenly, Gina looked at me intently. "But maybe she wanted to?"
"Maybe," I said cautiously.
"Paul?"
"Yes?"
"If I ask you a serious question, will you tell me the truth?"
Even though I was pretty sure I knew what the question was, I
nodded. The last thing I wanted to do was answer the question,
but I knew I had to.
"Do you like Kendall?"
I opened my mouth to speak, but she cut me off.
"I mean, do you like her as maybe more than just a friend?"
I wracked my brain, trying to find the most politic answer. "I
could," I said carefully. I don't really know what I expected
from Gina, but laughter wasn't it.
"Good answer," she said, still grinning. "But it's okay to say
you like her."
I nodded slowly.
"And it's okay to say you like her body."
I don't know if Gina realized the depth of my feelings for
Kendall or not, but she was certainly zeroing in on the truth.
How did I feel about that? Scared. Nervous. Intrigued. And maybe
a little excited.
"I think I like her," Gina said at last.
"Yeah. Me too. But it's not just her body."
She looked at me quizzically.
"I mean, her body's great, like a Playmate or something." I
thought I might have gone overboard, so I quickly reigned in my
enthusiasm. "You're like a Playmate too," I said. "Only more
exotic, and a lot more fun."
"Good cover," she said sardonically.
I tried not to blush at being caught, but she merely grinned at
me. "I mean, the thing that I really like about her is that she's
smart. She's smart like you are. I'm a pretty bright guy," I
said, "most of the time, but I'm not super smart like you two
are."
"Don't sell yourself short," Gina said.
"Thanks, but you know what I mean."
She nodded.
"Jenny's got a great body, but I'm not really attracted to her.
Does that make sense?"
"Yeah."
"I'm sure she's smart enough, but she doesn't... um... challenge me
like you do."
"And like Kendall does?" she asked.
"Yeah," I admitted. "And like Kendall does."
"It's okay," Gina said. "She's smart, beautiful, and sexy." Then
she playfully tapped her finger against her cheek. "I don't know
how I can compete with that."
"Well," I said sincerely, knowing an opening when I was presented
with one, "you're smart, beautiful, sexy, and..."
"And?" she asked, her eyes artfully wide.
"And I'm completely and totally in love with you."
She smiled from ear to ear and all was right in the world. Much
to my relief, she didn't ask if I was in love with Kendall, too.
What would I have answered if she had? I was thinking about that
when Gina looped her arm through mine and we walked the rest of
the way home. I kissed her goodnight and had to run to make it
back to our cabin. According to my watch, I was eighteen seconds
early.
No one was there!
Erin floated in about ten minutes later. No, she didn't walk, she
floated. With a blissful smile, she kissed me on the cheek and
flopped onto her bed. I climbed into my own bunk and listened to
her sigh happily, several times.
I tried not to chuckle to myself, since I had happy thoughts of
my own. They involved two beautiful girls, both of them smart and
sexy. One was short, dark, and lovely, and the other was tall and
statuesque.
What had I gotten myself into? How deep did Gina's feelings for
Kendall go? Was Kendall the kind of girl Gina looked at and got
hot and bothered about? I had a sneaking suspicion that Kendall
was exactly the kind of girl Gina would be attracted to. But
that brought up another question. Could I handle two girls at
once?
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Author: Nick Scipio
Title: Summer Camp Book 2: Gina
Part: Chapter 18
Universe: Summer Camp
Summary: Comingofage story about a teenager whose family spends
their summer vacations at a nudist camp.
Keywords: mf, ff, Ff, teen, oral, inc, voy, exhib
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contains material of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. If you
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Summer Camp Book 2: Gina
by Nick Scipio
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Saturday morning, Gina and I were both up early. She came down
the hill from her cabin and watched as I did a light workout.
When I finished jumping rope, she was grinning at me.
"What?" I asked a little selfconsciously.
"You look so... um... manly when you work out."
"I am manly." I struck a bodybuilder's pose and flexed my
pecs, lats, and traps.
Gina cooed appreciatively. "Pretty manly," she said. "But it's
hard to tell how manly with those shorts on."
I arched an eyebrow at her.
She leered unrepentantly.
I slipped off my shorts and playfully waved my limp penis at her.
"Manly enough for you?"
"Anybody can wave that silly thing around," she said saucily.
"Only a real man knows how to use it."
"Oh?"
Her eyes glittered mischievously as she nodded.
"Okay. Let's go down to the lake," I suggested. "I wanna cool
off."
Her face fell.
"And I wanna maybe heat up a few strategic body parts." When she
looked up in anticipation, I grinned from ear to ear. "I don't
know which body parts, but I'm sure we can work something out."
"Or work something in," she said.
Since it was still quite early, no one was at the lake. After my
workout, the water was shockingly cold. Gina and I swam around
for a few minutes and then towed the raft toward the shallow end.
When we could stand with most of our bodies out of the water, we
used the raft as a shield in case anyone came down the hill and
saw us.
She sucked me until I was hard and then I had her bend over and
support herself on the raft. If anyone saw us, they'd only see us
from the chest up. The water came to our thighs, so I took a
moment to admire the lines of her back and the curves of her
outthrust ass.
"I'm still a little sore back there," she said. "So be careful."
I stopped and looked at her in concern.
"Just my... um... just my butt."
"Are you sure?"
She nodded quickly. "Everything else is warmed up and ready to
go. Feel for yourself."
I gently probed between her legs and discovered that her pussy
was hot and wet, as promised. I smiled at her and gently eased my
manhood inside her. She was still incredibly snug, so I took my
time.
She groaned as my girth spread her open.
"Oh, God," I said, clenching my eyes shut. "You're so tight."
"It's 'cause you're so big," she said, panting slightly. "But I
love it."
I knew I wasn't big, but she seemed more than happy with my
size, especially my thickness. We moved against each other for
several long, delicious minutes. I played with her breasts and
lazily rubbed her clit while I thrust into her. She must have
really been worked up, because she came a lot quicker than I
expected. It was probably a combination of my cock hitting her
inner spot and my fingers on her clit.
Note to self: Remember this position, she likes it.
Whatever it was, her pussy clamped down on my dick and she
shuddered in release. I buried myself inside her and rubbed her
shoulders and back as she panted from the exertions of her
climax. When she recovered enough to move again, she turned her
head and looked at me hungrily.
Without saying a word, she pulled away from me, turned, and
crouched in the water. Her lips fastened themselves to my cock
and she began bobbing her head in front of me. When I was about
to come, she wrapped her hand around the base and started pumping
me. As I spurted, she greedily swallowed my semen, milking my
cock for all I could give her.
After an early breakfast, Gina and Jenny made lunch for our hike
to the quarry. Manfred and I went to pack our gear. We went to my
cabin first and gathered up what we'd need. At his family's room,
he hauled out a large aluminumframed backpack and then the two
of us started packing our stuff. The inflatable rafts were
actually kind of heavy, and I didn't look forward to carrying
mine up there and then back again. But it would be worth it. I
was sure of that.
While we were packing, I remembered to thank Manfred for his idea
to buy the raft. He grinned lecherously and we carried our packs
down to the clubhouse. The girls had prepared sandwiches, potato
chips, pickle spears, and fruit cocktail. Once we had all the
food packed in Manfred's larger pack, we put the Cokes in mine,
added the girls' towels, and shouldered our loads. Our parents
knew about the hike, so we didn't even need to tell anyone where
we were going before setting out.
Gina started falling back about a halfhour into the hike.
Manfred was getting annoyed, and I was getting annoyed at him
because of it. I hung back with Gina for a few moments and talked
to her quietly. She was pretty distraught, and it took me a few
minutes to worm the cause out of her.
She was still a little sore. "Back there," she said softly,
rolling her eyes to indicate her rear.
I could tell she was worried about slowing us down, but I put my
arm around her reassuringly and then called out to Manfred.
"What?" he asked in exasperation.
I slipped my pack off and motioned for him to come back down the
hill. I met him halfway.
"What's her problem?" he asked.
"It's not her problem, Manfred," I said tightly. "I've got a leg
cramp, and I'm gonna slow up for a while."
"You do not. She's been hanging back ever since we left."
I frowned.
"What? I just wanna get there," he said. "Today."
I wanted to hit him. Instead, I took a deep breath, pasted on my
most reasonable expression, and actually tried to smile. "We
will. We're just gonna hang back for now."
"But"
"You and Jenny go on. We'll catch up with you."
"But you've got Jenny's towel and the suntan oil," he said.
"Manfred!" I made sure I had his undivided attention before I
continued. When I did, I used my dad's I'mgivinganorderandI
expecttobeobeyed voice. "You and Jenny go on ahead. We'll get
there when we get there. Okay?"
One look at my expression and he turned sheepish. "Yeah. Sorry,"
he said contritely.
"No problem, man. Besides," I said, "this way, you two'll have
some privacy before we get there."
His eyes lit up. "Yeah!"
I smiled. "We'll probably be about a halfhour to fortyfive
minutes behind you."
"Okay," he said, warming to the idea. "Cool."
He turned and headed back up the hill. He and Jenny waved to us
and then started moving again.
"What was that about?" Gina asked when I returned to her.
"I was ready to beat Manfred within an inch of his life," I said
disgustedly.
"You can go on, if you want."
I shook my head irritably. When I saw her expression, I softened
mine considerably. "I'm sorry, honey. I'm not mad at you. Not at
all."
"I was kinda worried," she said.
"Nope. I'm frustrated at that horny blockhead," I said, pointing
my thumb over my shoulder. Then I changed my demeanor entirely. I
stepped close to her and pulled her into my arms. "I'm in love
with you." I paused for a moment and then scowled while I looked
up the hill, growling for effect. "See? That's frustrated." Then
I kissed her tenderly. "And that is 'in love.'"
She giggled.
I scowled. "Frustrated." I smiled and kissed her again. "In
love."
She sighed and leaned against me, her eyes glittering with
suppressed laughter.
"Can you tell the difference?" I asked teasingly.
"Yes, my wonderful man. I can tell the difference." She sounded a
little sarcastic, but she also sounded very grateful.
Gina and I took our own sweet time for the rest of the hike. We
stopped and rested several times, whenever she felt like it. I
didn't complain once, and I made sure to keep my expression
supportive.
We approached the lip of the quarry about a halfhour after
Manfred and Jenny should have gotten there. When we arrived, we
were greeted by an unexpected sight. Well, I thought wryly,
knowing Manfred and Jenny, it wasn't totally unexpected.
The two of them were on the big flattop rock. Jenny was on her
knees and Manfred was standing before her, his hands on his hips.
Jenny was sucking his dick and he was clearly enjoying himself.
When Gina saw them, she abruptly stopped walking and then looked
at me. I slipped my pack off my shoulders and stepped behind her.
I cradled her in my arms and bent to whisper in her ear. "You
do like to watch, don't you?"
She nodded wordlessly.
"It gets you all hot and wet when you see other people having
sex. Doesn't it?"
Another nod.
"You're so beautiful when you're horny," I said. "Do you know how
hard I had to work not to have sex with you when we were
watching our parents?"
"You shouldn't've worked so hard," she said distractedly.
I smiled to myself and reached for her pussy.
She was already soaking wet.
"I'm not working so hard now," I said.
She whimpered and leaned against me.
While we watched Jenny give Manfred a blowjob, I played with
Gina's pussy. I moved my fingers in lazy circles over her clit,
teasing her. My hardon pressed against her ass and she thrust
back against me.
On the rocks, Jenny pulled Manfred's long, thin dick from her
mouth and started pumping him. She aimed his shaft at her chest
and stroked.
"What a waste," Gina said wistfully.
For a split second, I had visions of Gina sucking Manfred and
swallowing his come. I didn't know why the thought occurred to
me, but more importantly, I didn't really know how I felt about
the idea.
"If I were her," Gina said, as if reading my mind, "I'd swallow."
How did I feel about the idea of seeing Gina with another guy?
In a way, it made me incredibly jealous. But in a way, it also
made me incredibly horny. If I could separate love and sex for
myself, why couldn't I separate love and sex where she was
concerned? Could I? Could I watch her have sex with another guy,
yet still know she loved me?
I simply didn't know the answer to that question. I didn't want
to think I'd be jealous, but I had a visceral reaction to the
idea of someone else having sex with her. But was my visceral
reaction resentment or desire? Probably a little of both, I
reluctantly admitted to myself.
Gina was a very beautiful girl, and the idea of sharing her
beauty with another guy kind of appealed to me. I could only
share if I knew she was totally committed to me, though. Did I
know that? Was she totally committed to me? What would she
think about having sex with another guy? Would she want to watch
me have sex with another woman?
No wonder my parents had a solid relationship, I thought.
A low moan from Gina interrupted my musing. Manfred had just come
on Jenny's chest and Gina was grinding her ass against my
erection. In a flash, she turned and dropped to her knees in
front of me. While she licked and sucked the head of my dick, I
stroked myself. In a few short minutes, I was shooting into her
willing mouth, my come gushing down her throat.
After Gina and I waited around a few minutes, we noisily
"arrived." Then Manfred and I inflated the rafts while the girls
stored lunch in the shade and sank the Cokes into the cold water
of the lake.
We went for a quick swim to cool off and then climbed back atop
the big rock. Manfred toweled off quickly and let Jenny spread
sunblock over his shoulders and back. Even after a week, he was
still pale enough to need it. He didn't have to wear a tshirt as
well, but he'd be lobsterpink without the sunblock.
Much to my surprise, Gina wanted to hang out with Jenny for a
while. They climbed onto one of the queensized rafts and then
Manfred and I watched them paddle toward the center of the lake.
"You wanna get on the other raft?" Manfred asked.
"Together?" I asked. I hope I didn't look as shocked as I felt.
"No way, man. Too weird."
"Yeah," I said. "Too weird."
We looked at each other with the "I'm not a fag" expression all
guys know how to make. Finally, we grinned at each other and the
tension was broken.
"You go ahead," I said.
"You sure?"
"Yeah. I'm just gonna do some reading."
"Suit yourself," Manfred said. He climbed down the rock,
carefully crawled onto the raft, then pushed himself away from
the rocks.
I dug into my pack and pulled out a book. Gina had decided to
broaden my horizons and had packed not only her book, but one for
me. My collection of summer readingHeinlein, Poul Anderson,
H. Beam Piper, and othershad been left at the cabin. Instead, I
had a new bookmark (with my name on it, courtesy of Gina) and a
copy of some book by a woman named, of all things, Flannery.
What kind of name is "Flannery"? I thought. Nevertheless, I
flipped open my copy of A Good Man Is Hard to Find and started
reading.
What seemed like five minutes later, I was halfway through the
book. Funny name or not, Flannery O'Connor could write. No,
that doesn't do her justice. She could write! Write, write!
I was blown away by her stories. They were about the South, and
her characters were so real that I felt like I knew them. And the
dialog fairly sang. I was so engrossed that I didn't even
notice when Gina, Jenny, and Manfred returned.
Manfred teased me about being a bookworm but I just shrugged it
off. Gina's eyes shone with pride and she assumed a goodnatured
"I told you so" attitude when she realized how much I'd read. She
never said anything about my penchant for science fiction, but I
could tell she thought there was more to literature than space
ships and robots. Boy, was she right!
Once Manfred and the girls were back on the rock, we ate lunch
and generally acted like teenagers, talking about music, school,
movies, TV shows, and anything else that suited our fancy. After
we ate, Manfred and Jenny wanted to hike to the top of the falls.
They rolled up one of the blankets and headed out. Gina and I
relaxed on the sunheated rock for a while, simply enjoying each
other's company.
"What did you and Jenny talk about?" I asked after a while.
"Girl stuff. Nothing much. Why?"
"I was just curious. What kind of girl stuff?"
"Girl stuff, silly."
"I know about girl stuff," I said. To prove my point, I rolled
over and put my hand on her inner thigh. I ran my fingers up her
smooth skin and brushed against her mons. "See? I know all kinds
of girl stuff." When she still didn't say anything, I pressed
against the base of her clit.
"Oh!" she breathed. "No fair."
"Are you gonna tell me?" I asked, rubbing my fingers in small
circles.
"No."
"Yes." I quickly licked my finger and then slid it along her
slit.
"No fair," she groaned.
"Well?"
Her lips went taut and she shook her head.
"Don't make me force it out of you," I said playfully.
"I'll never talk." Her pussy was growing moist as I gently ran my
fingers over her channel.
"Then I'll just have to convince you," I said.
I started kissing down her body, taking my time and pressing my
lips against her soft skin. She smelled of cocoa butter, and as I
neared the junction of her thighs, the musk of her excitement
mingled with the scent of suntan lotion. When I lifted her legs
and draped them over my shoulders, she moaned. I settled onto the
blanket on my stomach and started kissing her inner thighs.
She ran her fingers through my hair while I teased her for
several minutes. While I gently kissed and licked her outer
labia, they became plump as she grew more aroused. When I finally
nuzzled her pussy, she hissed and arched her back. I sucked her
inner labia into my mouth and teased her with flicks of my
tongue. Then I licked between her inner and outer lips, causing
her to shudder and cry out softly.
I continued licking her for a while, taking my time and building
up her desire slowly. Each time she got close to coming, I backed
off and teased her for a minute or two, until she cooled off. Her
juices covered my lips and cheeks, and I was thoroughly enjoying
myself. Judging by the way Gina was trembling and crying out, she
was completely overwhelmed by the pleasure I was giving her.
I was having fun, taking my time, and exploring all her
reactions, but it was clear that she was ready to come. She was
rhythmically humping her hips against my face and begging me to
get her off.
I let her beg for a little while and then gently inserted a pair
of fingers into her drenched pussy. When I started sawing them in
and out, she went nuts. I held her down with one hand and the
strength of my neck. Then I locked my lips around her clit and
started licking her in evertightening circles. At the same time,
I crooked my fingers against her inner spot and started sucking
her clit.
Her pussy started spasming around my fingers and she clutched at
my hair. When I twirled my tongue around her clit and sucked, she
cried out in ecstasy. I kept that up until her hips slammed into
my face, pressing my lips against her mons and burying my nose in
her pubic hair. Then I sucked her clit and gently rotated my
fingertips.
With a rush, she began to come. It started out small, but quickly
grew in intensity. Since I'd kept her on the edge for so long,
her climax was more powerful than I'd ever experienced. She
shrieked and held my head in place. I kept moving my fingers and
circling her sensitive pearl with my tongue. It disappeared
abruptly and a gush of moisture washed over my fingers.
I continued licking and sucking her inner labia as the orgasmic
sensations suffused her body. She cried out in ecstasy and her
hips bucked into my face again. Her cries were so loud that I
actually heard them echo off the quarry walls. Then all of a
sudden, her legs snapped shut and she tried to sit up. I pulled
my head from between her thighs and withdrew my fingers from her
sodden pussy. She immediately rolled to the side and curled into
a ball, her knees drawn to her chest.
Her pussy and the skin surrounding it glistened with moisture.
She was trembling with the aftereffects of her orgasm as I
crawled up and lay behind her. She mewled softly when I put my
arm under her head and wrapped the other one around her
midsection. I hugged her to my chest and she planted kisses on my
forearm.
As her breathing slowly returned to normal, she quivered and
gently shook, her senses overloaded with aftershocks. I hugged
her again and tenderly kissed her shoulder.
"That was wwwonderful," she said softly, stammering slightly as
the sensations made her breathing ragged.
Instead of answering, I kissed along her neck.
"I can still fffeel it. Oh, God."
"Good," I said. "I like making you feel good."
"This isn't gggood. Good was a wwwhile ago," she said. "This
is... oh, God... this is... magnificent. Yyyou're magnificent."
"Mmmmm. Thank you. I'm inspired."
After that, we dozed comfortably, spooned together and in our own
little world. We didn't nap long, since we were exposed to the
hot afternoon sun, but it was a wonderful, languid, intimate
time.
Manfred and Jenny came back down a little while later. Manfred
grinned hesitantly, but Jenny's eyes were alight with curiosity.
She couldn't wait to take Gina aside for more "girl talk." I
think I was beginning to understand what a lot of "girl talk"
consisted of.
They made an excuse about having to go potty, took some paper
napkins, and disappeared toward the tree line. Manfred hung his
head for a moment, clearly nervous. When he looked up, he smiled
selfconsciously.
"Dude... um... I didn't mean to spy or anything...," he said.
I grinned to myself. I suspected he and Jenny had been doing just
that. I know Gina and I had watched the two of them before.
"But... um... well... I couldn't help but overhear. And we just wanted
to make sure everything was okay. You know?" He looked up, his
eyes beseeching me to understand.
Evil friend that I was, I wanted to let him twist a little. I
guess it was a bit of harmless payback for his getting frustrated
with Gina during the hike up.
"Well... um... we kinda... you know... we kinda saw y'all," he said.
"Saw us?" I stifled a wicked chuckle.
"Yeah, man. When you two were... you know."
I shook my head.
He made a few weird motions with his hands.
I got the idea, but I was having fun teasing him, so I gave him a
blank look.
"You know. When you two were... you know." He drew himself up to
his full height and looked apologetic. "And we did not mean to
see it."
Right, I thought sarcastically.
"But we kinda saw when you were... well... when you and Gina were...
um..." He took a deep breath and exhaled so hard I thought he might
pass out.
"You mean when Gina and I were fooling around?"
He blushed furiously but nodded. "We kinda saw that."
"Oh," I said. I waved my hand dismissively. "That's okay. I mean,
we're all friends. Right?"
"Yeah, sure." He leaned close, his face intent.
I almost laughed at his interested expression.
"I'd just never seen it done that way before," he said
judiciously, his curiosity finally conquering his embarrent.
"I mean," he said hastily, "Jenny was kinda curious. She... um... she
said she thought... um... what y'all were doing... you know... she
thought it looked pretty cool."
I nodded. I had a growing suspicion he had no idea what Gina
and I had been doing, and I knew he wouldn't come right out and
ask me. With a shock, I thought back through the number of
times I'd witnessed Manfred and Jenny fooling around. Not once
had I seen him go down on her. Finally, I decided I'd probably
teased him enough, so I let him off the hook. "Yeah," I said. "It
is pretty cool."
He looked at me earnestly, hoping for some enlightenment.
I fought down the urge to smile and nodded thoughtfully. "Well,"
I said, "I was just going down on her."
He furrowed his brow in confusion and then he hastily nodded
like he knew what I was talking about.
"You know, licking her pussy." Under normal circumstances, I'd
never brag like that. But not only had Manfred seen us, I figured
I was doing a favor for Jenny too.
"Oh, yeah," he said. "I knew that."
"Yeah, of course."
"So," he asked, "how do you like to do it?"
I tried not to grin, but I just couldn't help myself, although I
quickly got my expression back under control. For the next ten
minutes, I performed a delicate conversational dance. I acted
like we were discussing something we both understood and
proceeded to give him some excellent pointers about pleasing
Jenny.
The whole time, he kept up his end of the farce, nodding like he
knew what I was talking about. A couple of times, he even said
something like, "Yeah, that's how I like to do it too." It was
all I could do not to laugh out loud when he did. Fortunately, I
kept my expression well schooled and Manfred made it through the
conversation with his masculine pride intact.
When the girls returned from the woods, Jenny's eyes locked on
Manfred and positively smoldered. Gina tactfully suggested that
she and I do some sunbathing on our raft, and I agreed. It took
me three tries before I got Manfred's attention, and when I told
him we were going to float for a while, he nodded distractedly.
"What did you two talk about?" Gina asked when we were safely
out of earshot of the rocks.
"Probably the same thing you did."
She actually blushed. "Yeah, I guess I was a little loud. Sorry."
"No need to apologize," I said. I waved a hand at our
surroundings. "We're out here in the middle of nowhere."
She nodded.
"And besides, Manfred and Jenny are here for the same reasons we
are."
She nodded again, enthusiastically this time.
"So they're cool."
"Yeah," she said. "I guess you're right. I guess it just kinda
feels weird having someone watch me for a change."
I grinned and nodded. "Did you like it?"
She nodded, blushing slightly. "Yeah. I guess I did." She paused
for a moment and then looked at me seriously. "Paul?"
"Mmm hmm?"
"Have you ever been with two girls at once?"
I was a little nervous about where the question was leading, but
nodded anyway.
"What was it like?"
I began to panic. If I told her I liked it, I was worried that
she might get upset or worse, angry. Then I realized that she was
far from upset, she was actually a little excited. "It's kinda
fun," I said.
Her eyes lit up. "Tell me about it." She put her hand on mine.
"Please."
My ingrained mental "don't talk about the girls you've been with
in the past, especially with your current girlfriend" safeguard
kicked in for an instant, but I quickly realized that Gina wasn't
exactly an ordinary girlfriend.
"If you don't wanna tell me, that's okay," she said, a little
crestfallen.
"No, that's not it. It's just that I normally don't talk about
what I've done. You know, especially about sex."
"Oh."
"I guess it's just not cool, if you're a guy, to talk about a
girl you've had sex with. You know?"
She nodded.
"The guys who do talk about the girls they've been with are
usually lying. Or they're not gonna have sex with that girl
again. Especially if it gets back to her that the guy's a
blabbermouth."
"Yeah," she said. "That makes sense."
"So I don't talk about it much."
"That's so sweet."
I rolled my eyes.
"Well, it is."
"Yeah, I guess you're right. But it's also about respect."
"Huh?"
"If I respect you," I said, "I'm not gonna spread around the
details of our sex life. And why would I have a relationship with
a woman I don't respect?"
"Wow. That's deep."
"Yeah, I guess it is. But it's the way I am. So that's why I
don't talk about it much. I respect the women I've been with."
"Do you respect me?" she asked timidly.
I nodded quickly. "Very much." I sensed her waiting for the
reasons why, so I elaborated. "You're really smart, you're funny,
and you're beautiful. But smart, funny, and beautiful are only
half of it."
"They are?"
"Mmm hmm. I respect you 'cause you're a good person. You're nice
to people. You're helpful. You treat other people with respect,
and I admire that."
"Not all the time," she said. "I didn't treat you with respect."
"No," I said honestly. "You didn't."
"I'm so sorry," she whispered.
I lifted her chin and caressed her cheek with the backs of my
fingers. "You were angry. That's not a good excuse, as I'm sure
your mom would tell you, but I understand."
"Do you feel any different about me now?"
It was a pretty insightful question, so I paused for a moment to
consider it. Should I give her an honest answer? Or should I
sugarcoat it and spare her feelings? I decided on a combination
of the two. "Yes and no," I said. "But it's not really that
simple."
"Oh," she murmured, her eyes downcast.
"Yes, I still love you. Now more than ever."
She looked up hopefully.
"Especially after the last few days." When she smiled happily, my
heart swelled. "But I'm also worried. Although I don't know if
worried is the right word. Maybe I'm apprehensive. I kinda wonder
what'll happen next time you're angry with me."
"I swear, Paul, I'll never do that again. I'll never be the way I
was. I promise. You've got to believe me."
Did I believe her? Did I really? I certainly wanted to. "I know,"
I said at last. "I do believe you." I just hope you can fulfill
that promise, I thought. I reached out and cupped her cheek,
reassuring her with my touch.
She closed her eyes and pressed her face against my hand.
"I love you very much, Gina."
"And I love you," she said, her voice husky.
We shared a quiet moment and then I enfolded her in my arms.
After several minutes, I rolled to my back and tucked her against
my side, my arm around her. "We also need to talk about our
relationship," I said.
"I'll do anything you want me to," she said.
I chuckled softly. "It's not about what I want. It's about what
we want. We need to decide some things."
"What kind of things?"
I reflected on a conversation I'd had with Susan the year before.
It had been about relationships, and I hadn't understood what she
was talking about. Not at the time, anyway. With all I'd seen and
learned over the past few days, the words "open relationship"
suddenly meant a lot more than they had before.
Gina shifted nervously.
I realized I'd been silent too long. "I'm sorry, honey," I said.
"I was just thinking about something Susan once told me. I didn't
understand it until now." I paused again, to sort out what I
wanted to say. "She told me that if things got serious between
us, between you and me, I mean, that we'd have to decide what
kind of relationship we wanted to have."
"Oh."
"There's something else we talked about that makes a lot more
sense now too," I said. "It was about commitment." Do I want a
committed relationship with Gina? I pondered that for a moment.
Yes, I decided, I do. So I opened my mouth and took the
plunge, "And committed relationships." Unfortunately, while I was
reasoning things out, she was worrying. I could feel the tension
in her body. I ran my hand along her shoulder and squeezed her.
"With our parents' relationships, they have to have a stronger
bond than normal. Because they're swingers," I said.
She nodded.
"Your mom probably explained it to you. Right?"
Another nod.
"I'm wondering if we want a kind of relationship like thata
committed, open relationshipor if we want a regular, justthe
twoofus kind of relationship."
"I want whatever you want," she said.
I shook my head. "That's not what it's about. The thing about any
good relationship," I said, "is that it's got to be a
partnership. Fiftyfifty. I never realized what kind of
partnership my parents have. Oh, I've thought about it a little,"
I said musingly, "but never seriously. Well, not really. Not
until now. They make decisions together. They communicate. They
trust each other. And they respect each other."
"My parents are the same way."
"Uhhuh. And if we want our relationship to work, we've got to be
like them. Not necessarily the sex part, but we've got to
decide what's right for us. It's got to be our decision, not my
decision, not your decision. Does that make sense?"
"Yes," she said, worry still coloring her tone. "I just want you
to be happy."
"And I want you to be happy. But I guess that means we've got
to talk about some serious stuff."
"What kind of serious stuff?"
"Well, Stacy, for one."
"Stacy?"
I nodded. "She knows about you, and she knows I'm serious about
our relationship."
"Yeah."
"But she's also in love with me. I mean really in love. I love
her too, very much." I felt Gina momentarily tense up. "But it's
not the same as it is with you."
"What's this have to do with us?" Gina asked.
"I know she won't ask, but I can tell Stacy still wants to have
sex with me." When Gina was silent, I continued. "What if she
asks? How would you feel about that?" In a way, I dreaded the
answer. Would the Gina from a week before come out? Would she
turn into the ice princess? Or would she think about it, and
communicate with me?
"Would you want to have sex with her?"
Gut check time, I thought. "I might."
"Without me?"
I shook my head quickly. "I'd never do it behind your back. If
we're going to have an open and honest relationship, I don't
think I could do that. I wouldn't do that."
She was silent for several long moments.
I began to worry. Had I been too honest? Would she get angry?
What if she did? What would I do? What would I...?
"I used to think something was wrong with me," she said quietly.
I mentally stumbled at the non sequitur, but waited for her to
continue.
"Whenever I look at another girl, sometimes I get excited. I
think that's part of the reason I wasn't ready to have sex with
you last year. I was willing, but really scared. I guess I
thought it wouldn't hurt with a girl."
"Mmm hmm."
"But I thought something must be wrong with me. I'd look at my
friend Lisa, or Ke" She suddenly stopped, obviously a little
flustered. "I'd look at Lisa, or another girl," she continued,
"and I'd feel the same as when I looked at you." She was silent
for almost a minute, deep in thought. "Kara figured out what it
was." She laughed derisively. "When she talked to me about it, I
denied it. Of course." She reached up and wiped her eyes. "I
thought she'd let it go, but she talked to Mom about it."
I nodded.
"Mom talked to me. And she didn't say anything I thought she
would," she said with a soft bark of laughter. "I thought she'd
be angry about it. But she told me it was okay to feel that way
about girls. This was right after we left camp last summer, and
before I first saw them with another couple," she said as an
aside. "She said she thought women were very attractive, and that
she also had those feelings about them sometimes.
"I was completely shocked," Gina said. "But she explained it so I
didn't feel bad. So I didn't feel... wrong. After that, Kara and
I started fooling around. It was just playful stuff at first, but
I really liked it. And with Kara, I knew I was safe. She'd never
laugh at me, or tell anyone. Kara likes guys a lot more than
girls, but I know she has fun with me. And I know she loves me,
like I love her. Like sisters. Does that make sense?"
I nodded and kept silent. It was important for her to tell me
this, and I didn't want to interrupt her. When Gina wasn't
thinking about, or worried about my reactions, she spoke steadily
and with confidence.
"So anyway, after school started, Lisa was staying over at our
house," she continued. "We were in my room, talking about guys.
About you, actually. And we were joking around. At least I
thought we were joking around. I started talking about how you
made me feel, and the next thing I knew, we both had our shirts
off and were rubbing our nipples. Lisa knows we're nudists, and
she's sunbathed nude with me all the time, but we'd never done
anything like that.
"When she slipped off her panties and started rubbing herself, I
did the same thing. That first time, we didn't touch each other,
but I really wanted to. I think she kinda did too. The next time
she spent the night, the next weekend, we went up to my room
after everyone else had gone to bed." Gina laughed quietly. "We
figured that if I closed my eyes and she rubbed me, it would be
just like you rubbing me."
Listening to her story, I was getting an erection, and my cock
pulsed gently as it lay on my stomach.
"So we tried it," she said. "When it was my turn to rub her, I
did. For a little while, at least. I don't think Lisa was really
surprised when I started licking her. She was so hot and wet, and
she tasted so good. She had a bunch of little orgasms, real
quick. Afterward, she said it was only fair that she got to lick
me."
I bit off a flippant remark and nodded silently.
"After that, we played around whenever we could. And of course I
still messed around with Kara. But you know about that," she
said contritely. She quickly resumed her narrative. "Once, when
my parents were out of town, right before my birthday, Lisa came
over. Kara joined us, and we fooled around until four in the
morning.
Before going on, she sighed deeply at the memory. "Leah must've
heard us, but I'm pretty sure she already knew what was going on.
A couple days later, she asked me to show her what we were doing.
I think Leah's a lot more into girls than I am, though," she
said. She paused for several long moments and then kissed my
chest. "Kara really likes guys, but she does girls too. Leah
mostly likes girls, but she still gets worked up over a guy every
once in a while. And I'm somewhere in the middle. I like girls
and guys. Well, I like girls and I like you."
"What about Joey Whatshisname?" I asked mildly.
She laughed. "Okay, so I like girls and guys." She looked up at
me and her lips sought mine.
I kissed her slowly, tenderly.
When she pulled back, she laid her head upon my chest. "By now,
you're probably wondering why I told you all that." Then she
seemed to notice my erection for the first time. "And I guess you
liked hearing it," she said with a smile in her voice.
"Well, yeah."
"I'll take care of you in a minute. Okay?"
I nodded. "We're not on a schedule," I said.
"Thanks." Then she propped herself up on her elbow and looked
into my eyes. She had a serious, searching expression on her
face. "So if you want to have sex with another girl, you can. On
two conditions."
I knew what she was probably going to say, but I nodded for her
to continue.
"We have to decide on the girl. And I get to watch, and maybe
join in." Before I could speak, she raised a hand to cut me off.
"I know, I know, a lot of girls don't like other girls."
I nodded.
"That's okay. But if the girl does like other girls, then I get
to have fun too. Okay?"
In a way, this was like a dream come true. But I knew she was
serious, so I was too. "Okay," I said sincerely.
"So that's what I was thinking when you asked about Stacy," she
said.
I nodded.
"Before I knew she liked girls, and especially before I knew she
and Kara had been together, I didn't really trust her. But Kara's
told me some things about Stacy, and I think I like her. I guess
I'll have to get to know her better, but Kara really likes her.
So in a way, that's good enough for me."
"Uhhuh."
"And I think she's really cute." She looked at me and grinned
bashfully. "I get all wet thinking about fooling around with
her."
"Oh you do?" I asked in mock surprise.
"Uhhuh."
"You realize that Stacy's only part of the larger question?" I
asked.
"Yeah," she said. "I guess I do. I guess in a way, I've known
that we'd have to deal with this."
I nodded.
"And it gets me really heated up when I think about watching you
with another girl. As long as I know you're mine," she cautioned
sharply.
"Of course," I said.
"Every time I watched my parents with another couple,
especially your parents," she said, "I wanted to join them."
She blushed suddenly, but kept talking. "I get so hot and
bothered watching, and it's been killing me that I can't join
in."
"And with me, you can watch and participate."
"Mmm hmm," she purred.
"I like that idea," I said.
"Ha! I bet you do. What if I want to have sex with another guy?
You hadn't thought about that, had you?"
Actually, I had. But I didn't tell her that. "Do you?" I asked
seriously.
My calm reaction gave her pause. After a moment, she recovered
her poise. "Maybe," she said.
"Well, if you do, I guess we can talk about it. I don't think
I'll join in, at least not with him."
She wrinkled her nose and quickly shook her head.
"But I may actually like the idea of me and some other guy doing
you at once," I said.
Her eyes sparkled with mischief and then she looked at me
earnestly. "I can't think of any guy I'd rather be with than
you," she said. She leaned down to kiss me and her tongue sought
out mine as soon as my lips parted. As we kissed, she hooked one
leg over mine and rubbed my calf with her foot.
When we broke the kiss, I looked deep into her eyes. "Even though
I think I know the answer to this, I'm going to ask anyway."
She nodded, with only a hint of trepidation.
"Do you want to have a committed relationship with me?" I asked.
"I mean, I don't want it to be formal like a marriage or
anything, but I guess we should talk about it and make sure we
both want the same thing."
"I want you to be happy," she said. "And I want to be happy with
you."
I nodded.
"And I want other girls to join us sometimes. I don't know about
other guys, but maybe. If it's a couple we both like, I guess
that's possible."
"Mmm hmm."
"But I want to know that I'm the only woman you're going to have
sex with, by yourself I mean. You can't be alone with any other
woman unless we agree. Okay?"
I nodded. "The same goes for you. And that means girls, too. If
you want to be alone with a girl, we need to agree."
"This sounds awfully formal," she said. "Do we need to take vows
or something?"
"Well"
"I'm teasing," she said quickly. "Sort of."
I nodded. I paused for a moment and worked out the words in my
head. "Okay, how's this?" When I had her full attention, I went
on. "I love you. I'll always love you. I promise to respect
you. And I promise that you'll be the most important woman in my
life." It sounded goofy and way too formal, but it was from the
heart. Sometimes, that's all that matters.
Gina saw the sincerity in my eyes and hers misted over. "Oh, I
love you too," she said, tears welling up. "I promise to respect
you." She swallowed hard. "And I promise that you'll always,
always come first."
When she hugged me, tears of happiness streamed down her face and
wet my chest. She looked up, her eyes and nose red, and smiled
joyfully. I kissed her again and tasted the salt of her tears.
"I must look like a mess," she said.
I shook my head. "You're not a mess, you're beautiful. You're my
girl. My woman. And I love you."
"I love you too," she whispered huskily. "You're my man."
She reached for my penis and wrapped her hand around it. In the
seriousness of the moment before, it had shrunk somewhat. But as
she gently squeezed it, it sprang back to life. Working together,
we rolled over so she was underneath me, on the center of the
raft.
She guided my shaft to her opening and I sank into her in one
smooth motion. I held myself above her on my elbows, my chest
pressed against her soft breasts. As I started thrusting, our
lips found each other and we kissed with growing hunger.
We made love slowly, deliciously. When she was getting close, I
gyrated my hips and ground myself against her clit each time I
thrust into her. Her pussy contracted around my manhood, so I
increased the pace of my thrusts.
"Oh, Paul," she said breathlessly. "I love you so... oh, yes... oh...
oh... I love you so much." With a groan, she came, her pussy
gripping my shaft and trying to keep me inside her.
I pulled out one more time and then pushed myself as deep as I
could, finally forcing my length past her clenched internal
muscles. As her orgasm peaked, they rippled against my erection
and I felt the first jet of semen rushing up my shaft. With a
groan of my own, I filled her with my seed.
As our ardor cooled, we heard a rising wail from the direction of
the rocks. It was a very feminine wail, a very Jennylike wail. I
looked at Gina in surprise and amusement. The wail turned into a
shriek, punctuated by a resounding "yes!"
Gina's eyes glittered as she gazed into mine. She wrapped her
legs around my thighs and held me inside her, the heat of our
joined bodies making her sigh. "It sounds like you and Manfred
are responsible for two very, very happy girls," she said.
I could only grin smugly as I nodded in reply.
The rest of the afternoon, the four of us lounged on the flattop
rock. Manfred and Jenny kept looking at each other longingly,
while Gina and I tried not to openly smirk. The topic of sex
didn't come up again, but it was definitely in the air. Before we
had to leave for the afternoonwe still had to be home before
dinner at six o'clockwe all swam out to the falls and goofed
around.
When we swam back, Manfred and Jenny went up to the top of the
rock while Gina and I stayed in the water to have a few minutes
alone. When we heard the two of them going at it above us, Gina
got a mischievous glint in her eye. She pushed me back against
the big sloped rock and knelt before me, her chin mere inches
above the water.
She gave me a wonderful blowjob, taking her time and really
working me up. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw two headshaped
shadows poke over the top of the rock. I don't know if Gina could
see them too, but she started taking me as far down her throat as
she could. She got me a little more than halfway before she had
to pull back.
Right before I came, she locked her lips around my glans and
looked up at me. She met my gaze and her eyes smiled. As she
stroked the base of my cock, she flicked her tongue against the
underside of my head. When I came, she closed her eyes and moaned
softly as she swallowed my load.
The two head shadows disappeared a moment later, and I smiled to
myself when I thought about what else Manfred and Jenny might
be thinking about trying. In a way, I was amazed that the two of
them had been having sex as much as they had, and how little
they seemed to know about what they were doing. In a way, it was
frightening. I'd have to make sure to thank Susan and Mom for
their guidance.
But at the moment, I had a very happy girl in my armsa girl who
was licking her lips, and who tasted of my semen when I kissed
her. I needed to make sure I thanked her as well. She laid her
head on my chest and I held her for several minutes, neither of
us feeling the need to speak.
Gina felt a lot better on the hike down, and easily kept up with
us. Nevertheless, I kept an eye on her and made sure she wasn't
pushing herself too hard. In the end, I really shouldn't have
worried about Gina. Jenny went slower than anyone else, mostly
because she was walking a bit wobbly. Gina and I just grinned at
each other.
The twohour trek was fun and lighthearted, and we were all in
good spirits. We got back to camp with only minutes to spare.
Manfred and I unpacked the remains of our picnic lunch and left
the girls in the clubhouse to clean up. We unloaded our packs in
silence, both of us tired but happy. My family ate dinner with
Gina's, but the two of us didn't do much talking.
During the day, three new families arrived, but they all had
younger kids, so we didn't pay much attention to them. An older
couple, Bill and Emily, also arrived. Bill owned a movie theater
or something, and once again brought a movie projector and some
films. Gina and I were hoping that Kendall and her family had
arrived, but there was no sign of them.
Mom suggested we ask Susan when the Paytons would arrive, so we
headed toward her house. When we got there, she was sitting in
her courtyard with Mr. Kershaw. They were going over a notebook
and some papers, but both of them looked up as we arrived. I was
a little worried about what Gunny might say, but I couldn't think
of a diplomatic way to caution Gina.
"Hello, Paul," Susan said, nodding to me. "Hi, Gina."
Mr. Kershaw turned around and I prepared to blanch. "Why, it's
young Mister Paul," he said cordially. "And Miss Gina."
I shuffled nervously and looked sidelong at Gina. If she reacted,
I didn't see it.
"Good evening," Gina said graciously.
"Um... Hi," I said.
"What can we help you with?" Susan asked smoothly.
"Um... We were kinda wondering when Kendall Payton and her family
would be here," I said.
Susan looked at Gunny.
"Oh, I'd say they'll be here any time now," he said. "Mr. Payton
said they'd be here sometime after supper." He looked critically
at me. "You remember where they were last year?"
"Yes, s... I mean, yes, Gunny."
His eyes twinkled when he smiled at my near slip.
I could hear him in my head, "Don't call me sir, I work for a
living."
"They'll be at the same place," he said.
"Thank you very much," I said politely. "I guess we'll go see if
they're here yet."
Susan nodded. "Okay. You two can be the official camp greeters."
I nodded.
"Have fun," she said.
With a wave, we turned to go. Susan and Gunny turned back to the
paperwork and resumed their conversation.
"What was that about?" Gina asked when we were out of earshot.
"What was what about?"
"The 'young Mister Paul' and 'Miss Gina' thing. Mr. Kershaw's
never called me Miss Gina before. What was that about?"
I blushed slightly and grinned. "I think it's 'cause you're with
me."
"You're kidding, right?"
I shook my head, a little embarrassed. "No, I'm not."
"Okay," she said, clearly unconvinced.
I quickly explained a little about Gunny's background in the
Marine Corps, and how he treated my father deferentially because
Dad had been a naval officer. "So he's always treated me with
respect," I said, "because that's just how you treat officers'
families."
"Oh. Wow."
"Yeah. I know it's kinda weird, but it makes sense to me."
"If you say so."
I nodded. "And because you're with me, you get the same
treatment. If that makes sense."
She hugged herself to my arm. "Yeah, I guess it does." Then she
sighed contentedly and rubbed her cheek against my shoulder. "I'm
already getting treated better because I'm your girlfriend," she
said. I think she was only half teasing.
Gina and I picked up our towels from the clubhouse, told our
parents where we were going, and headed up the hill. We spread
our towels out where Kendall's family set up their folding picnic
table and then sat down.
While we waited, we mostly talked about generic teenager stuff.
After the heavy conversation at the quarry, I don't think either
of us was up for more serious discussion. So we kept things light
and general.
The sun was just dipping below the opposite ridge when headlights
flashed across us. We stood as the Winnebago pulled into the spot
and Mr. Payton carefully maneuvered it next to the water and
electrical hookups. He waved to us, called to someone behind
him, then turned off the engine.
In a moment, the door burst open and an excited Kendall jumped
out. When she saw us, she stopped and simply stood there. She
already had her clothes off, and she looked incredible. I felt
Gina react, too.
Kendall hadn't changed muchshe was as statuesque as I
remembered. Her hair was up in a ponytail, which made her look a
little younger. She also had tan lines from a string bikini, two
triangles which accentuated her large breasts and another
triangle surrounding her pubic hair. She shuffled hesitantly,
unsure of how we'd react to seeing her.
At some unseen signal, she and Gina rushed toward each other.
They hugged like longlost sisters. When they separated, Gina
looked expectantly at me. I came up a little slower and looked to
Gina for guidance. Kendall glanced at us nervously.
"Will you two just say hello and hug each other," Gina said with
feigned exasperation.
The tension broken, Kendall almost flew into my arms. Her breasts
pressed against my chest, and I actually found it was easier to
hug her now that I was taller. When we separated, she grinned
shyly and looked at Gina.
Gina smiled warmly and said, "We're glad you're here, Kendall.
Aunt Susan sent us to greet you all. So, welcome to camp."
Kendall's father and mother came out of the camper next and I
went to shake his hand. Drew was right behind them, taller than
ever, and even more like his father. Even though he was a year
younger than me, he was at least two inches taller and about
twenty pounds heavier.
When I shook his hand, he gripped mine firmly. I guess it's a
dominance game most guys play, so he squeezed my hand. A strong
grip is one of the most important things for a wrestler, and I
knew mine was strong. Very strong. I returned his squeeze with
one of my own. He ratcheted things up a notch, so I matched him.
For a long moment, neither of us moved, each trying to crush the
other's hand. He may have been bigger than me, but I knew I was
stronger. With a final surge, I tightened my fingers and his face
began to turn red. With a loud exhalation, he relented. I
immediately relaxed my hand and he nodded respectfully. Like I
said, it was a dominance game.
"Do you need any help getting your camper squared away, sir?" I
asked Kendall's father.
"Sure, son," he said, surprised. "That'd be mighty nice of you."
He turned to his son. "Drew, you two get on the back leveling
jacks. Show him how they work."
"Yes, sir," Drew said. Then he grinned at me and we headed for
the back of the RV.
As we went to work, Gina asked Kendall's mom, "Would you like
some help setting up inside?"
With all six of us, the Winnebago was soon level, locked in
place, and connected to the camp's utilities. Afterward, Adam and
Melissa went down to the clubhouse. Drew politely asked me where
he could find my sister and her friends. I only grinned a little
as I told him they were probably up at the Jordan's cabin. With
an infectious grin, he thanked me and jogged off. That left me
alone with two of the most beautiful girls in the world. How
lucky can one guy be? I asked myself.
Kendall took a long look at me and then turned to Gina.
"He looks incredible, doesn't he?" Gina asked.
Kendall merely blushed and nodded. When she glanced at me again,
I gazed into her eyes, hoping to see the spark that had been
there the year before. I think she was a little disappointed that
Gina and I were obviously together, but she concealed it well.
She was also a little shy at first. But as she and Gina talked,
she gradually relaxed and became more open. By the time her
parents returned, more than an hour later, the three of us were
chatting like old friends.
I still had a ten o'clock curfew, so I discreetly looked at my
watch and made eye contact with Gina. When my eyes flicked to my
watch, she understood, so we stood to take our leave.
"It's great seeing you all," Kendall said. "I'm so happy for you.
You make such a cute couple."
My face heated a little, but I nodded in thanks.
"I can't wait to spend the day with you tomorrow," Gina said to
Kendall.
"Am I invited?" I asked. I tried to look forlorn, but they
weren't buying it.
Kendall was clearly waiting for Gina to answer.
"You're such a goof," Gina said. "Of course you're invited." She
rolled her eyes at Kendall and they shared a smile. Then Gina
stepped forward and gave Kendall another long hug. Before they
separated, she kissed the taller girl on the cheek. "I'm so
glad you're here," she said.
There was an awkward moment when I didn't know if I should hug
Kendall or not. Gina subtly pushed me forward and I spread my
arms. I didn't hug Kendall as long as Gina had, but during the
time I did, her body felt exquisite. I willed myself not to get
an erection. It had been a long time since I'd had a sudden hard
on, but Kendall was certainly beautiful enough to cause one. She
gave me a quick, sweet kiss on the cheek before pulling back.
When she looked into my eyes, she seemed happy and sad at the
same time.
Gina and I said our final goodbyes and walked toward her cabin.
She thrust her arm through mine and for a minute or two, we
walked in silence. Just before we got to her cabin, she turned to
me.
"I really like Kendall," she said.
"Yeah. I like her too."
She nodded. "She likes you as well," she said softly. "I don't
know how I can tell, though. Maybe I can see it in the way she
looks at you."
I started to deny it, but decided to keep quiet.
"I know you two were really close last year," she said. "After I
left."
I nodded. "We never did anything, though."
Gina nodded absently. "I don't think she'd do anything like that.
Call it woman's intuition, or whatever, but I just don't think
she would."
"You're right."
Suddenly, Gina looked at me intently. "But maybe she wanted to?"
"Maybe," I said cautiously.
"Paul?"
"Yes?"
"If I ask you a serious question, will you tell me the truth?"
Even though I was pretty sure I knew what the question was, I
nodded. The last thing I wanted to do was answer the question,
but I knew I had to.
"Do you like Kendall?"
I opened my mouth to speak, but she cut me off.
"I mean, do you like her as maybe more than just a friend?"
I wracked my brain, trying to find the most politic answer. "I
could," I said carefully. I don't really know what I expected
from Gina, but laughter wasn't it.
"Good answer," she said, still grinning. "But it's okay to say
you like her."
I nodded slowly.
"And it's okay to say you like her body."
I don't know if Gina realized the depth of my feelings for
Kendall or not, but she was certainly zeroing in on the truth.
How did I feel about that? Scared. Nervous. Intrigued. And maybe
a little excited.
"I think I like her," Gina said at last.
"Yeah. Me too. But it's not just her body."
She looked at me quizzically.
"I mean, her body's great, like a Playmate or something." I
thought I might have gone overboard, so I quickly reigned in my
enthusiasm. "You're like a Playmate too," I said. "Only more
exotic, and a lot more fun."
"Good cover," she said sardonically.
I tried not to blush at being caught, but she merely grinned at
me. "I mean, the thing that I really like about her is that she's
smart. She's smart like you are. I'm a pretty bright guy," I
said, "most of the time, but I'm not super smart like you two
are."
"Don't sell yourself short," Gina said.
"Thanks, but you know what I mean."
She nodded.
"Jenny's got a great body, but I'm not really attracted to her.
Does that make sense?"
"Yeah."
"I'm sure she's smart enough, but she doesn't... um... challenge me
like you do."
"And like Kendall does?" she asked.
"Yeah," I admitted. "And like Kendall does."
"It's okay," Gina said. "She's smart, beautiful, and sexy." Then
she playfully tapped her finger against her cheek. "I don't know
how I can compete with that."
"Well," I said sincerely, knowing an opening when I was presented
with one, "you're smart, beautiful, sexy, and..."
"And?" she asked, her eyes artfully wide.
"And I'm completely and totally in love with you."
She smiled from ear to ear and all was right in the world. Much
to my relief, she didn't ask if I was in love with Kendall, too.
What would I have answered if she had? I was thinking about that
when Gina looped her arm through mine and we walked the rest of
the way home. I kissed her goodnight and had to run to make it
back to our cabin. According to my watch, I was eighteen seconds
early.
No one was there!
Erin floated in about ten minutes later. No, she didn't walk, she
floated. With a blissful smile, she kissed me on the cheek and
flopped onto her bed. I climbed into my own bunk and listened to
her sigh happily, several times.
I tried not to chuckle to myself, since I had happy thoughts of
my own. They involved two beautiful girls, both of them smart and
sexy. One was short, dark, and lovely, and the other was tall and
statuesque.
What had I gotten myself into? How deep did Gina's feelings for
Kendall go? Was Kendall the kind of girl Gina looked at and got
hot and bothered about? I had a sneaking suspicion that Kendall
was exactly the kind of girl Gina would be attracted to. But
that brought up another question. Could I handle two girls at
once?
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