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Title: Summer Camp - Book One: Susan
Chapter: 12
Author: Scipio (imperator@mindspring.com)
Codes: mF, mf, teen, oral, voy
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Summer Camp - Book One: Susan
by Scipio

CHAPTER TWELVE

The next morning when I woke up, dawn's light was just filtering 
through the pines. I rolled over onto my stomach, my morning 
erection pressing against me. I lay there drowsily for several 
minutes, then decided to see if Mom or Erin were up.

When I raised my head to look, I saw that Mom was still in bed. 
She had the sheets pulled over her, but as I watched, I could 
tell that she was slowly caressing herself. As she lay on her 
back, I saw her move her right hand lower, until it was over her 
pussy.

Unfortunately, she raised her left knee, lifting the sheet and 
holding it off her hand. I could no longer see her movements, but 
I knew she was pleasuring herself. I watched the motion of her 
right arm, and in my imagination, I saw her moving her fingertips 
in small circles over her clit.

With a start, I realized that I now knew what she was doing. 
Before, I had always watched and vaguely known that what she was 
doing felt good, but now I knew why. With renewed interest, I 
discretely watched her masturbate.

All of a sudden, a huge yawn interrupted the quiet of the cabin. 
Erin had woken up. Mom quietly moved her hand away from her pussy 
and lowered her knee. I pulled back from the edge of the bed, but 
I could clearly hear Erin yawn again and sit up. I watched from 
the top bunk as she stood up and wordlessly padded across the 
cabin to the bathroom.

When she came out, she saw that Mom and I were still in bed. In 
silence, she stood in front of the mirror on top of the dresser, 
brushing her hair. Mom rolled over and propped herself up on one 
elbow.

"Good morning, honey," she said.

"Morning Mom," Erin said distractedly.

"You know what you want for breakfast?"

Erin shrugged and continued brushing.

"How about French Toast?"

Erin shrugged again.

"You go on down to the clubhouse and I'll be down in a few 
minutes to fix breakfast," Mom said.

Erin finished brushing and headed for the door. She saw that I 
was still in bed, went out the screen door, and slammed it behind 
her.

I stuck my head over the side of the bed as Mom looked my 
direction.

"Time to get up, sleepy head."

I nodded silently and she headed for the bathroom. I still had my 
morning erection, but I decided to throw modesty to the wind and 
climbed down the ladder. When Mom came out of the bathroom, she 
looked at me and her eyes widened as she saw my hard-on. When she 
arched her eyebrow, I merely shrugged and stepped past her into 
the bathroom.

-----

After I came out of the bathroom, Mom and I walked down to the 
clubhouse together.

"What're your plans for the day?" she asked.

"I gotta help Dwight put up the panels that Susan and I picked up 
yesterday. He says it'll only take a couple of hours. After that, 
pretty much nothing."

"So you can relax this afternoon?"

"Yeah. I thought I'd find Manfred and see if he wanted to do 
something."

"And Gina and Jenny?" Mom asked, looking sidelong at me.

"I guess... I mean, if they wanna do something, that's cool."

We reached the clubhouse and Mom headed for the kitchen area to 
fix breakfast. Erin was playing pool with her friends and, seeing 
no one else that I knew, I stood in the doorway for a few 
minutes, simply watching the younger girls play pool, badly.

I heard the screen door open behind me and had just turned to see 
who had come in when I felt an enormous hand clap me on the 
shoulder almost painfully.

"Good morning, boyo!" boomed Dwight.

"Morning Dwight," I said as he walked me further into the 
clubhouse.

"You ready for some honest work this morning?"

"Yep."

"It's not as fun as makin' barbeque sauce," he said with a wink, 
"but it's a living!" His laughter seemed to fill the large 
building. "I want to get started right after breakfast, get the 
job done before the heat of the day. Okay?"

"Sure."

"Good man, good man." He clapped me on the shoulder again, this 
time painfully, and headed off towards the kitchen area, to where 
Karen was fixing his breakfast. I followed Dwight, deciding to 
help Mom with the French toast.

When we were finished, Mom called to Erin and we sat down to eat.

"What're you up to today, Erin?" Mom asked.

"Not much, I guess. Trish wants to lay out today, so I guess 
we'll be down by the lake."

"Ah."

"What're you doing today, Mom?" I asked.

"After breakfast, I want to go take a long, hot bath before it 
gets too hot out."

"Mmmmm, a hot bath," Erin said dreamily. "Oh yeah! Mom, Jill 
wanted to know if Trish, Leah and I could spend the night with 
her. Their cabin has this big, screened-in porch, and we were 
gonna sorta camp out on the porch tonight. Is that okay?"

"Is it okay with Jill's Mom?"

"It was her idea, so yeah, I guess it's okay with her."

"Well then, it's okay with me. You girls have a good time."

"Thanks Mom! Can I be excused?"

"Finish your French toast, dear, and then you can be excused."

Unlike me, my skinny sister always had to be told to finish her 
meals. She stabbed the last few bites of toast and popped them in 
her mouth. She drained her milk and slid back in her chair. As 
she headed for the sink carrying her plate and glass, Mom 
silently shook her head, smiling at me. I returned her smile and 
shrugged. At least Erin wouldn't pester me all day, so it didn't 
really matter to me what she did.

-----

Working with Dwight was an exercise in physics. For a big man, he 
moved very quickly, and I thought wryly that he must be the 
"unstoppable force" people talk about. I also realized with a 
little bit of surprise that I enjoyed watching someone who really 
knew what they were doing. Dwight quickly and easily did things 
that would've taken me quite a while to do, much less how long it 
would take me to figure out how to do them in the first place.

We were about an hour into the project when Mom walked around the 
corner of the house.

"Hi, Dwight. Hi, Paul. Where's Susan?"

I looked down at her from where I held a panel ready to hand up 
to Dwight. "I guess she's inside. Is everything okay?"

"The water heater in our cabin is on the fritz. I went to take a 
bath and all I got was cold water."

"Oh. Sorry."

"So am I," Mom said with a note of wistfulness.

"Anyway, we haven't seen her leave, so I guess she's still 
inside."

"Thanks, Paul."

"No problem," I said, returning my attention to Dwight.

We continued working, and had the rest of the patio roof finished 
in another hour. Mom had talked to Susan for 15 minutes or so, 
and when she left, she'd headed down towards the lake.

We finished the work well before lunch and while I cleaned up our 
mess, Dwight gathered up his tools. As we were just about to 
leave, Susan stepped out of the sliding glass doors onto the 
patio.

"Thank you very much, Dwight. And you too, Paul."

"No problem, Suz," Dwight boomed. "Glad I could help you out."

"Well, I certainly appreciate it," she said.

"I'm glad I can help," he said, blushing a little. "Now I am 
gonna go put my tools up and then jump in the lake and cool off!" 
He slung his tool belt over his shoulder and looked at me.

"Could you hang around for a few minutes, Paul?" Susan asked.

"Sure," I said. Then I turned to Dwight, "I'll take care of the 
ladder."

"Good job, boyo! Thanks for your help." He clapped me on the 
shoulder again and walked off towards his cabin. I was beginning 
to wonder how bad the bruises on my shoulder were going to be.

"You want to come in and cool off?" Susan asked.

"Sure," I said, wondering if that were all she had in mind. I 
stepped into the cool of her bedroom and she slid the door shut 
behind me.

She closed the curtain over the sliding glass doors and looked at 
me with a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

"I talked to Stacy this morning," she said.

"Oh?"

"Would you like to go into town next Wednesday?"

"I guess. What'll we tell my mom and dad?"

"We'll think of something," she said. "Stacy said she'd see if 
she could get the day off. I told her that I had a meeting that I 
needed to go to, for a couple of hours. You two would be alone 
together," she said, grinning at me. "Stacy thought you might 
like to go to a double feature with her."

I nodded.

Susan grinned wickedly. "I thought you might like that."

I blushed and grinned like an idiot.

"I told her we'd pick her up at home around one o'clock. Okay?"

I nodded again. "Okay. So what're we gonna tell my parents? I 
mean about why we're going into town."

Susan thought for a second. "Why don't we tell them the truth?"

At my shocked expression, Susan burst out laughing.

"I don't mean all the truth," she said, grinning and shaking her 
head. "Tell them enough of the truth. I've got to pick up some 
building supplies for the camp, which I do, by the way, and I 
need you to help me. We also tell them that I've got a meeting 
with my accountant, also the truth, and that you're going to go 
to a movie while I'm in my meeting. We just don't need to tell 
them about Stacy," she said with a wink. "Also, tell them we'll 
probably be late getting back, so I'll feed you dinner in town. 
Okay?"

I thought it through and nodded.

"Now," she said with a devilish look in her eyes, "would you like 
to practice a little of what you learned yesterday?"

I looked her, confused.

She hooked her thumbs in her bikini bottoms and slid them off 
with one smooth motion, kicking them into the corner. She then 
walked over to her bed and crawled to the center. When she rolled 
over on her back, she spread her legs wide, revealing her shaved 
slit in all its glory.

Suddenly, I understood.

I quickly nodded, feeling blood rush to my penis.

"Come here first," she said, gesturing. "Kneel by my head."

I did as she instructed. Susan rolled her head to the side a 
little and sucked my hard-on into her mouth. She couldn't suck as 
much of me in this position, but what she could reach, she 
lavished with attention.

She was eagerly sucking my dick when a sound I hadn't heard in 
several weeks interrupted her.

The phone rang.

With a look of consternation, Susan took my dick out of her mouth 
and rolled to the bed stand.

There were only a few phones in camp, as far as I knew. There was 
a phone in the clubhouse, but it was for local calls only. Old 
Mr. Kershaw, one of the year-round residents and a friend of 
Susan's father, took care of taking reservation calls. He mostly 
stayed near his house, which was several hundred feet from 
Susan's. He, of course, had a phone there. Several of the other 
year-round residents had them too. But for the most part, there 
was a scarcity of phones in the camp. Susan, of course, had one 
in her house, but it'd been so long since I'd heard a phone ring 
that for a moment, I was confused.

Susan picked up the handset.

"Hello?"

She rolled back to lay on her back and her face grew worried.

"Hi, David. Is everything okay?"

She paused for a second, listening, and then her tension eased.

"No, I don't know where she is. But Paul's here, I could send him 
out to find her."

She looked at me and shrugged in confusion.

"He's here helping Dwight do some repairs on my back patio. Would 
you like to speak to him?" She paused. "Okay, hold on a second, 
I'll get him."

She covered the mouthpiece with her hand and mouthed "your dad." 
Then she handed me the handset.

"Hello?"

"Paul? It's Dad. How are you, kiddo?"

"I'm fine, Dad. Are you okay?" I asked, worry creeping into my 
voice.

"I'm fine, son. We're here in San Francisco, and we've got a 
broken plane."

"Is everyone okay?"

"We're all fine, Paul. The first stage compressor disk on one of 
our engines failed. We'd just started it, so there wasn't any 
danger to us or the passengers, but the engine's a total loss. 
The company's bringing in a new plane and crew, but we're stuck 
here with the broken plane. So I'm not going to be back tonight."

"Okay. What do you need me to do?"

"I need you to tell your mom what happened. Make sure you tell 
her we're all fine. Tell her that the company's sending a team of 
mechanics and a new engine out to us, but it won't be here for 
two days. They can't dead-head us back because they need us to 
bring the plane and the mechanics back to Atlanta. So I won't be 
able to make it home until next Tuesday. You get all that?"

"I think so." I repeated back to him what he'd told me.

"You've got it, son. Tell your mom that I love her and I miss 
her. I'll see you all in a few days. Hold on, kiddo."

I heard him put his hand over the receiver and talk to someone.

"Son, I've got to go. The captain needs the phone, and we've got 
paperwork to fill out about the engine. I love you guys, I miss 
you, and I'll see you on Tuesday."

"Bye, Dad."

"Goodbye, son."

"Is everything okay?" Susan asked me as I handed her the 
receiver.

"Yeah, I guess. Mom's not gonna be happy, though. Dad won't be 
back until next Tuesday."

"So I gathered. Do you want to go tell your mom?"

"I probably should," I said. I looked down at my limp penis. 
Blushing, I looked back up at her.

"It's okay," she said, laughing. "We can finish up some other 
time. Go on, go!"

I grinned at her and got up to leave. Spontaneously, I bent down 
and kissed her quickly on the cheek. I laughed at the look of 
surprise on her face as I headed out to find Mom.

-----

When I found her, she was by the lake in one of the lounge 
chairs. I walked up and stood so that I cast a shadow across her 
face. She put her sunglasses on and sat up.

"You guys all done?"

"Mmm hmm," I said. "I just got off the phone with Dad."

"He called? Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, everything's fine, Dad's okay."

I repeated what Dad had told me about the plane and the new 
engine.

"So he won't be back until Tuesday?"

I shook my head. I could tell Mom was trying to hide her 
disappointment.

"Okay. I guess there's nothing we can do about it."

"Oh yeah! He did want me to tell you that he loves you, and he 
misses you."

Mom smiled up at me and stood. "Thank you, Paul. I'm glad at 
least you got to talk to him."

I shrugged. "He was in a hurry. The captain had to use the phone, 
so he couldn't talk long."

"That's okay," she said. "C'mon up to the clubhouse and I'll make 
you lunch."

-----

While we were eating lunch, Manfred, Jenny, and Gina came into 
the clubhouse.

"Thank God we found you!" Gina said, rushing over. "We've been 
looking for you all over." And then as an afterthought, "Hi, 
Beth. Sorry to interrupt."

"Hi, Gina. You're not interrupting anything," Mom said, then 
started to pick up our lunch dishes.

"Where have you been all morning?" Gina asked.

"I've been working with Dwight, putting up a roof over Aunt 
Susan's patio."

"Whatever," she said. Then quietly, "You've got to save me from 
Jenny and Manfred."

"Huh?"

"Come with us," Gina insisted as Manfred and Jenny reached the 
table.

"Where?" I asked.

"We're gonna hike along one of the springs feeding the lake, see 
how far it goes," Manfred answered.

I didn't want to go. I wanted to go back to Susan's and finish 
what we'd started earlier. But Gina's insistence won me over. I 
sure wouldn't mind spending time with her, but I didn't want 
Susan to think that I'd forgotten about her. Somewhat 
reluctantly, I agreed to go with them.

"Lemme tell Mom where I'm going," I said quickly, and stood.

Gina hugged my arm and said quietly, "Thank you! I'll make it up 
to you."

The touch of her body against mine sent little electric shocks 
through me and I had to concentrate very hard on not getting an 
erection. Reluctantly, I pulled away and headed towards Mom. I 
didn't know much, bit I told her, in general terms, where we were 
going.

When I returned, Manfred was closing a backpack.

"I've got a pair of towels, an extra blanket, and some water," he 
said, settling the pack on his shoulders.

"Good God, Manfred, how long are we gonna be gone?" I asked.

"A couple hours, I guess, but it's nice to have a few things 
along," he said with a shrug. "If we get wet, though, we'll have 
to share the towels."

And with that, we headed out.

-----

We skirted the shore until we got to one of the streams that 
flowed into the marshy end of the natural lake that fed the 
swimming lake. We had all worn our sneakers, since we didn't know 
what we'd be hiking over. With Manfred in the lead, we turned up 
the stream and set off into the pine forest.

We hiked steadily uphill for about an hour and a half, until we 
came to a rock outcropping that the stream had been forced to 
bypass. On the other side of the outcropping, the water had 
formed a quiet pool. The pine needles were thick on the ground 
around the pool and when Manfred reached the edge of the water, 
he stopped.

We stood still and listened to the wind through the pines above 
us and the water draining around the shoulder of the outcropping, 
resuming its path down the ridge towards the camp.

"Wow," Manfred said quietly. "This is beautiful."

Even I had to agree with him. The sunlight filtering through the 
upper reaches of the pines was muted, and the whole small 
clearing was filled with the fragrant scent of pine. The needles 
were so thick that they were like a springy bed beneath our feet.

"Why don't we take a break here?" Manfred suggested, pulling his 
arms through the straps of his pack. He pulled out a blanket and 
handed it to me. "Here, you guys can spread out and relax."

Gina immediately took the blanket from me and grabbed my hand. 
Manfred was already pulling another blanket from within the pack 
as Gina practically dragged me off. She headed back around the 
way we'd come, jumping over the stream where it coursed around 
the outcropping. We walked further around the outcropping to 
where it sloped back towards the ridge itself. From there, we 
could easily climb up to the top of the rock.

Once we reached the flat top, Gina spread out the blanket and 
unceremoniously flopped down on it. There was actually soil on 
top of the rock outcropping, and a coating of pine needles. With 
the blanket on top of the needles, they were simply springy 
rather than springy and prickly.

"Are you gonna stand there all day?" Gina asked, teasing me.

"I was thinking about it," I answered tartly.

Her face softened, "I'm sorry, Paul. I know I dragged you out 
here, but I just couldn't take it any more."

"Take what?" I asked, finally sitting next to her.

"Jenny and Manfred," she answered, her voice low. "They've been 
glued to each other for days now. And there're no other girls my 
age in camp. So unless I wanna hang around my little sister and 
her friends, I'm stuck with Jenny and Manfred. And you."

"Oh."

"And you're hard enough to find sometimes. So sometimes, I'm just 
stuck. All they do is talk to each other. And when I can get 
Jenny alone, all she does then is talk about 'Manfred this,' and 
'Manfred that' and it's killing me!"

"Oh."

"So when they suggested we hike one of the streams, that was the 
last thing that I wanted to do."

"Why didn't you just let them go alone?"

"'Cause Jenny's mom wouldn't let her go alone with a guy. So 
either I go with them, or no one goes. And Jenny would pester me 
all afternoon. So when we found you in the clubhouse, you were my 
savior."

"Oh," I said. "Then I guess I'm glad I could be your savior."

"Me too."

With that, she lay back on the blanket and stretched. I was 
busily admiring her body when she suddenly sat up. I thought 
she'd somehow busted me for staring at her, but she only started 
to untie her sneakers. When she pulled them off, she wiggled her 
toes and sighed. I quickly followed suit. She lay back on the 
blanket and I resumed eagerly studying her incredible body.

"Are you just gonna sit there," she asked, cracking an eyelid, 
"or are you gonna lay down too?"

I shrugged and lay down next to her. The blanket wasn't very 
wide, and in order to stay off the prickly pine needles, I had to 
lay very close to her; so close that I could feel the heat from 
her body. We lay like that for some time, simply enjoying the 
gentle breeze through the pines, and the quiet of the forest. We 
couldn't hear Manfred and Jenny, and I suspected that they 
couldn't hear us either.

I felt Gina move and opened my eyes to find her on her side, 
propped up on one elbow, looking at me. I rolled over on my side 
and propped my head on my elbow too.

"When's your family going home?" she asked.

"We're staying all summer. We don't have to go back until two 
weeks before school starts."

"Wow! Cool. We've got to go back two weeks from Sunday. My dad's 
got to produce some special on the history of Charleston."

"Cool."

"Where's your dad?"

"He had to go back to Atlanta to fly. And then his plane had a 
problem this morning in San Francisco. So he won't be back until 
next Tuesday."

"That's so cool."

"That my dad's stuck in San Francisco?"

"No, silly. That he gets to travel to all those cool places."

"It's not as cool as you'd think," I said. "Sometimes he's gone 
for a week at a time. Maybe more, like this summer. Your dad 
comes home at the end of the day. My dad comes home every other 
week sometimes."

"Yeah. Bummer."

"Yeah, it's usually not that bad though. He's just scheduled all 
his trips this summer so that he only has to leave a few times. 
But when he's gone, he's gone for a while."

"I bet you miss him."

I thought about it for a second, and realized that I did miss 
Dad. "Yeah, I do. I talked to him on the phone this morning when 
he called, and that's the first time in about two weeks."

"Wow," she said. "Does he bring you cool stuff from the places he 
goes?"

"Yeah, that's one of the really neat things. He always brings 
back fresh sourdough bread from San Francisco. Or these great 
pies from someplace in Los Angeles. Or Coors beer when they fly 
to Dallas." She wrinkled her nose at the mention of the beer. 
"Yeah, I don't like beer either. But he'll come back with a 
couple of cases of it, you can't get it in Atlanta, and he and 
Mom'll have a bunch of their friends over and cook out."

"Cool. My dad doesn't get to travel much. Sometimes, but not 
much. He brought us these really cool shirts from New York last 
year, but that's about it."

"Yeah, but like I said, at least he gets to come home from work 
each night. Sometimes, it's like I talk to my dad in a different 
city each night."

"Yeah," she said. "Do you know if anyone is supposed to be in 
this weekend?"

"No. I'll have to ask Aunt Susan next time I see her."

"Are you finished working at her house?"

"I guess," I said, and shrugged. "Dwight and I finished putting 
up the roof over her back patio this morning. And that's mostly 
the last of the stuff she needed me to help with." 

"Cool."

I was really enjoying talking to Gina, especially since it was 
just the two of us, but I was still kind of hoping that we would 
get back to camp in time for me to stop by and see Susan.

"So these nature hikes... how long do they usually last?"

Gina shrugged. "As long as I don't have to pretend not to watch 
them playing kissy face, then I don't care."

"Kissy face?"

"Yeah," she said, "kissy face. Whenever they're alone, they're 
always playing kissy face."

"Oh."

"I'll bet that's what they're doing now," she said with a grin. 
"I bet we can crawl up to the edge of the rock and we'll be able 
to see 'em"

"I guess," I said.

Quickly, she rolled onto her stomach and started inching towards 
the edge of the rock. She'd laid the blanket about two feet from 
the edge of the outcropping, so we didn't have far to crawl. Gina 
got to the edge first, and when she looked over, she quickly 
pulled her head back.

"What's the matter?" I asked, keeping my voice low.

When I got to the edge of the outcropping and looked over, I knew 
what had startled her. Looking down over the edge, I could see 
the entire pool beneath us. On the far side of the pool, behind a 
smaller rock, I saw Manfred and Jenny, perhaps 40 feet away. 
Their blanket would've been out of sight of just about anyplace 
around the edge of the pool. Except we weren't around the edge of 
the pool, we were 20 feet up, on top of the outcropping.

Manfred and Jenny were laying on the blanket, their heads towards 
us, and they were pressed very closely together. Jenny was laying 
on her back with Manfred propped up one elbow next to her. He was 
busily kissing her, and she had her right hand wrapped around his 
long, thin erection, busily stroking it.

I quickly ducked my head back down and turned to Gina. She was 
blushing, and trying not to laugh.

"See what I mean?" she asked in a low voice.

I nodded, grinning like an idiot. Then Gina's expression changed, 
and she got a curious look in her eye. Without a word, she rolled 
back onto her stomach and crawled forward. I figured that if she 
were going to enjoy the show, so would I.

When I once again stuck my head over the edge of the outcropping, 
Manfred and Jenny were still in the same position. Gina looked at 
me, smiling conspiratorially, and we both watched the pair of 
them fool around.

I was more distracted by Gina's proximity than by what we were 
watching. As we lay on our stomachs at the edge, she was pressed 
against my right side, her arm to my arm, her hip to my hip, her 
leg to my leg. The sensation of her touch was electric, and my 
senses swam.

As we watched, Manfred brought his hand up and placed it over 
Jenny's breast. He began rubbing and squeezing her flesh, causing 
her to arch her back and return his kisses even more ardently. 
Gina and I silently watched them for several minutes. Manfred 
spread his attentions between both breasts, his mouth never 
leaving hers. Jenny continued to stroke his erection, and I 
looked on with an analytical detachment, thinking that his dick 
looked longer than mine, but also thinner.

I felt Gina shift next to me, pressing closer, and with a mental 
groan, I felt my own penis stiffen. It was more a reaction to 
Gina's touch than to the sight I was witnessing. I heard Gina 
draw a startled breath and shifted my attention back to Manfred 
and Jenny.

Manfred had just moved his hand down from Jenny's breasts and it 
was slowly inching its way towards her pussy. I could feel Gina's 
quivering tension as his hand got closer to Jenny's bush. Manfred 
cupped her entire mons and Jenny arched her back again, finally 
releasing his mouth from hers. She lay her head back and closed 
her eyes. Manfred lowered his lips and began sucking her nipple.

Gina moaned low in her chest, almost silently, and I could feel 
her hips moving slightly. When I looked back over my shoulder, I 
could see her buttocks clenching and unclenching. As we watched 
Manfred play with Jenny's pussy, I could tell that Gina was 
getting heated up. Her hips were gyrating slightly and her 
breathing was quicker.

Manfred moved his hand back up to cup Jenny's small breast and 
with a groan that we could hear from atop the outcropping, he 
came. We were too far away to see individual spurts, but I could 
tell that he was coming. When he finished, Jenny took her hand 
off his shrinking dick and rubbed her stomach where his come 
must've landed. They began kissing again, although this time less 
fervently, and Gina and I slowly inched back down to our blanket.

"Wow! That was cool," she said.

"Yeah."

Gina rolled over on her back and I stayed on my stomach, keeping 
my erection pressed against my belly. She wasn't touching me, but 
she was close enough that I could still feel the heat of her body 
next to me.

"Wow," she said again.

"Better than watching them play kissy face?" I asked, teasing 
her.

"Much better. Although," she said, "I do kinda feel guilty for 
watching them."

"Yeah."

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see her running her 
fingertips lightly up and down her stomach, from just below her 
breasts down almost to her pubic hair.

"Mmmmm," she sighed, closing her eyes.

I wanted to kiss her. I wanted to prop myself up on my elbow and 
lean down and kiss her. I wanted her to stroke my erection, like 
Jenny had been stroking Manfred. I wanted... I wanted a lot of 
things, but I was still very afraid of what she'd do if I did 
what I wanted to. And deep down, I guess I was still very shy, 
despite my experiences over the last weeks.

So, instead of doing what I wanted to do, I rose up on my elbows 
and looked over at Gina. Her eyes were still closed, and as I 
watched, she licked her lips unconsciously. She was so beautiful 
laying there that my heart felt like it was going to explode. I 
yearned to reach out and touch her, to kiss her, to make her feel 
wonderful. I closed my eyes and imagined what she would look 
like, under me, as I slowly thrust into her.

I suddenly felt her looking at me and opened my eyes.

"What were you thinking?" she asked quietly.

I blushed furiously. I wanted to tell her I was thinking about 
how beautiful she was. But I couldn't. I could only smile at her, 
and wish that I had the courage to tell her how I felt, what I 
thought.

Her eyes softened and she returned my smile. I don't know what 
possessed me, but if I'd thought about it, I never would've done 
what I did next.

I reached towards her and gently ran the back of my index finger 
down the smooth skin of her cheek. As my hand returned to its 
original position, I smiled at her again. Gina blinked at me, 
then blinked again, unmoving. Then she rolled over and folded her 
arms in front of her, laying her right cheek on her forearms. She 
looked at me for a moment, then got a funny little smile on her 
face and closed her eyes.

We lay there for quite some time, and in the silence of the 
forest, I simply enjoyed looking at her beautiful face. My 
erection thankfully subsided as I studied her features, so 
regular, and so exotic. I closed my eyelids and I could still see 
Gina's face, in my mind's eye, as she lay there next to me, 
quietly breathing, an enigmatic little smile quirking her lips.

I opened my eyes again and she was just as I'd pictured her, only 
more lovely. Gina opened her eyes. Finding me still looking at 
her, she smiled again and rose up on her arms.

"We'd better get back down there before they realize we were up 
here, and figure out we could see everything," she said softly.

I nodded. We got up in companionable silence. Gina picked up the 
blanket and folded it over her arm. She smiled at me, and to my 
complete and utter surprise, I held out my hand for her. To my 
further surprise, she smiled and took it.

We walked back down the outcropping and around to Manfred and 
Jenny. We walked in silence, and the gentle clasp of her hand 
thrilled me. I'd felt nothing like it before, and it was 
electric.

As we came around the rock outcropping, by silent consensus, we 
started making some noise, to let them know we were coming. When 
we sighted the rock that they had been laying behind, Manfred was 
just rising. He reached down to help Jenny to her feet. To my 
surprise, Manfred blushed. His skin was still fairly pale, at 
least compared to the rest of us, and the reaction was easy to 
spot.

"I'm going to take a dip in the pool and cool off before we head 
back," Jenny said. "Manfred?"

"Sure," he said.

As she passed us, I had to refrain from staring. Gina and I both 
could clearly see the dried white come on Jenny's trim stomach. 
Gina shrugged and dumped our blanket on theirs. With a tug, she 
pulled me towards the pool as well.

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We hiked back in silence, the wind picking up force in the tops 
of the trees. There was going to be a storm, and the smell of 
rain was already in the air. We quickened our pace back to camp, 
all of us wanting to make it before the impending deluge hit.

The first fat drops of rain were plopping into the sandy soil as 
we emerged from the trees by the feeder lake. With a grin over 
his shoulder, Manfred broke into a run. The three of us ran after 
him, raindrops falling all around us, hitting us, as we raced up 
the hill towards the clubhouse.

We raced up to the front door of the clubhouse and Manfred pulled 
the towels out of his backpack. They were still damp from where 
we'd dried off earlier, but they were dry enough to soak up the 
coating of raindrops we'd picked up on the way up the hill.

We were all panting from our exertions and grinning like idiots 
as Manfred set his pack on the ground and handed the towels to 
the girls first. He and Jenny dried quickly and stepped through 
the screen door. Gina lingered a moment and then handed the towel 
to me.

As I began to dry myself, she didn't head into the clubhouse as 
I'd expected. I was drying my back, the towel wrapped around me, 
when she looked up at me and smiled. I stopped what I was doing 
as she stepped forward and pressed herself against me.

I could feel her nipples boring into my chest. She wrapped her 
arms around me and I stood witless for a few seconds. The towel 
still in my hands, held around me like a cloak, I wrapped my arms 
around her. At the touch of her luscious body, my penis 
threatened to betray me. With a giggle, she looked up at me, rose 
up on her tip-toes and kissed me on the cheek.

"Thanks for rescuing me today," she said with a laugh as she 
pulled away.

-----

Copyright 2002 Scipio. All rights reserved.

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