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Title: Summer Camp - Book One: Susan
Chapter: 14
Author: Scipio (imperator@mindspring.com)
Codes: mF, teen, oral
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The following piece of fiction is intended as ADULT 
entertainment. It contains material of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL 
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All characters in this story are fictitious, any similarity to 
any persons, places, individuals or situations is purely 
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Summer Camp - Book One: Susan
by Scipio

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

When we woke, early that morning, the sun's first rays were 
peeking through the pines.

"Wake up, sleepy head," Mom said from beside me.

"It's too early," I moaned.

"I know it is, honey, but I don't want Erin to come back to the 
cabin and see us... together."

"I guess."

"Thank you for last night," she said, quietly disentangling 
herself from the sheets.

I smiled. "Thank you too."

She stood and reached down to pull me out of bed. I extended my 
hand and felt the warmth of her grasp. When I stood beside her, 
she looked up at me seriously.

"Thank you for your promise, Paul."

I nodded and smiled sadly.

She stood on tip-toe and gave me a quick, and chaste, kiss on the 
cheek.

"Now... do you know what you want for breakfast?" she asked 
cheerfully.

"Another couple hours of sleep?" I asked, yawning.

She frowned at me playfully.

I grinned at her, "Pancakes?"

"Pancakes it is!"

"I'm gonna take a shower first," I said.

"With no hot water?"

"You'd be surprised how fast you get used to it," I replied 
glibly.

"Okay. Breakfast'll be ready in about 15 minutes."

"Thanks."

She opened the cabin door and pushed open the screen door. I 
watched for a while as she walked down the hill, then turned to 
take a shower. The water was cold, and shocking, and just what I 
really needed. It cleared my head quickly. I lathered and rinsed 
hastily, not wanting to spend too much time under the cold spray.

I dried off, brushed my teeth, combed my hair, and headed down to 
the clubhouse.

-----

The damage from the storm wasn't as bad as the one from two weeks 
before. There were the usual pine needles and small branches, but 
nothing larger than my index finger. While it had rained just as 
hard, there hadn't been high winds.

The day was shaping up to be a beautiful one, not a cloud in the 
sky and cooler after the storm. After our early breakfast, I shot 
a couple of games of pool by myself. Mom had gone up to the cabin 
to get her toiletries and when she came back, I enjoyed watching 
her lather herself up in the open shower area opposite the game 
tables.

After a couple of games, Gina and her mom came in. Gina saw me 
and came over to talk and I stopped playing.

"Hey," she said.

"Hey yourself," I said with a smile.

She grinned bashfully.

"I really had a lot of fun yesterday."

"Me too."

Her shy grin threatened to melt me. I wanted to tell her that I 
wanted to do it again. Immediately. In my mind, I relived the hug 
she'd given me yesterday, enjoying every nuance of the memory.

"What?" she asked, seeing my expression change.

It was my turn to grin bashfully. "Nothing."

"Oh."

"You wanna play?" I asked, indicating the table.

"Yeah."

"Gina?" her mom called from across the clubhouse.

She pouted, beautifully, and shrugged. "Yeah, I do want to play, 
but I can't. I gotta go grocery shopping with my mom."

Opening my mouth to speak, I froze. She looked at me expectantly, 
and I shut it again with a grin, blushing. "Have fun."

She nodded, resigned. Then her face brightened. "See you when I 
get back?"

I smiled quickly, bobbing my head enthusiastically.

She grinned again and turned towards her expectant mother, 
tossing her hair and waving over her shoulder.

I returned to my game, mostly. I might have been hitting the cue 
ball, but the entire time I was watching Gina. She was so 
beautiful that my heart ached. I kept thinking about what Mom had 
told me. Thinking and hoping. Hoping and thinking.

I hung around the clubhouse a while after Gina and her mom left, 
and eventually decided to head down to the lake. Manfred and 
Jenny were nowhere to be found, so I decided I'd see what kind of 
fun I could find by myself.

-----

I was walking down the hill when I met Susan coming the other 
way.

"Morning," she said brightly.

"Hi. Sorry I never made it back yesterday."

"It's no problem. How'd your mom take the news?"

"She wasn't real happy," I said, "but there wasn't much she could 
do about it. So I guess we'll see Dad on Tuesday. Are you looking 
for Mom?"

She shook her head. "I was actually looking for you."

"Me?"

"Mmm hmm. I wanted to see if you'd help me clean up the 
courtyard. You interested?"

"You mean clean up the courtyard as in sweep up and generally 
straighten things up? Or clean up the courtyard as in...," I asked, 
making a vague gesture with my hands, "something else?"

She grinned mischievously. "Maybe a little of both?"

"That's cool and all," I said, "and I'm happy to help clean 
things up. But can we maybe talk instead?"

"Are you okay?" she asked, concern coloring her voice.

"Yeah, I think so," I said. "I've just got a lot on my mind, and 
you're the only person I can talk to about most of it."

She put her arm through mine and turned me towards her house. We 
walked the entire way there in silence. I guess she had decided 
to let me start where I wanted to. When we got to her house, I 
noticed idly that the courtyard did indeed need a good picking-
up. But we went straight into the house. The cool of the air 
conditioning was subdued because the air temperature outside was 
lower than usual, but it still felt good to get in out of the 
humidity.

"You want something to drink?" she asked.

I shook my head.

"C'mon back?" She indicated the back of the house.

I nodded and followed her to her bedroom. She left the door open 
but gestured for me to have a seat. I sat on the edge of the bed 
while she crawled up to sit cross-legged on one side. She did 
keep her bikini bottoms on, I noticed, which gave me the feeling 
that she was taking me seriously.

I absent-mindedly scooted up the bed and lay down next to her. I 
was already thinking about how to begin. As I lay back, I tried 
to compose my thoughts.

"I'm sorry about not coming back yesterday. I wanted to, but..." I 
knew I was stalling. But it seemed a good enough place to start.

"I understand," she said gently.

"After I told Mom about Dad, she fixed me lunch. And then Gina 
found me, and she and I, and Manfred and Jenny, went hiking. And 
then when we got back it was dinnertime, and then, well..."

"I wondered what had happened to you, but I figured you'd get 
back here when you could."

I nodded and then lapsed into a contemplative silence. And then, 
almost suddenly, I said, "Mom and I had sex last night." Out of 
the corner of my eye I could see the surprise on her face. "Erin 
was staying with the Jordans, and... well... it just sorta happened."

I told her about everything. She listened quietly, just letting 
me get my story out. She didn't interrupt or fidget or ask 
questions. Laying there in Susan's bed, telling her about the 
events of the night before was sort of a catharsis for me. A way 
for me to come to terms with the changes in my life that had 
occurred so rapidly. After I finished telling her, we both sat 
there in silence for several minutes. She knew I'd speak when I 
was ready.

"I think she's right," I said quietly.

"About what?"

"About the two of us not having sex." Susan knew I was talking 
about Mom, not her.

"Why do you think she's right?"

"I can't explain it really. I saw the look in her eyes. I heard 
her voice. I knew." I looked at Susan, trying to will her to 
understand.

She nodded.

"A lot of people say doing this or that is wrong, but they can't 
tell you why it's wrong. You know?"

She nodded again.

"I guess there are some things that aren't really wrong in 
general, but they're wrong for the people involved. Does that 
make sense?" I asked.

"Yes."

"I know she enjoyed last night, but I also know that she couldn't 
have sex with me. I don't know how I know that, but I just do," I 
said softly. "I mean, she told me she couldn't, but I know it 
now. I mean really know it. You know?" I paused for a moment to 
collect my thoughts. "Am I making any sense at all?!" I asked, 
looking at her pleadingly.

When I looked up at Susan, I saw that she had tears in her eyes. 
I didn't understand why, but I smiled up at her and put my palm 
against her cheek. She closed her eyes, squeezing a single tear 
out of each one, and put her own hand over mine.

"Sometimes I forget how young you are," she said in a voice thick 
with emotion. Then she opened her eyes and wiped her face, 
sniffling.

"And I think I know what you meant when you were trying to tell 
me," I continued, "about the difference between loving someone 
and being in love with someone." I was silent for a moment, 
thinking about it. "I love Mom, and I love you, but I don't think 
I'm in love," I said. "I thought I was, but now I'm not so sure."

Susan smiled at me again and put her hand on my shoulder. Neither 
of us moved or spoke for several minutes. My thoughts were a 
chaotic mess. I was trying to sort out my feelings for Mom and 
Susan, not to mention Gina, or Stacy.

"Why do you think Stacy likes me so much?" I suddenly blurted 
out, thinking about the young woman.

"What makes you ask that?" Susan asked, blinking at the apparent 
non sequitur.

"I dunno. She really does like me, I think. She said that I make 
her feel safe."

"Probably because you're not a man," Susan said.

I frowned. "Huh?"

"All the men in her life have been complete shits. She's been 
beaten down, but she's come out the other side pretty strong."

I nodded.

"And I think she reached a time in her life when she needed a 
man, but she was afraid of getting hurt. So you're perfect for 
her."

"I don't understand."

"Well... It's probably a lot more complicated that this, but 
basically you're nice to her, you don't treat her badly, and 
you've got the right equipment."

I blinked at her, still confused.

"You remember when she said she thought she hated men?"

I nodded.

"But she realized that she didn't really?"

I nodded again.

"I think she wanted the man, wanted the sex, but didn't want the 
kind of man she'd had in her life. So you're not yet a man, an 
adult man," she hastily corrected, "but you can give her what she 
needs right now. And she doesn't feel threatened."

"So she's afraid of men, but she's not afraid of me?"

"Basically, yes. I think."

"But I'm a man too. Or I'm close enough," I said with a touch of 
indignation.

"Yes, you are," she said, smiling at me. "But you're not the kind 
of man that she knew before. You're not like Randy, or her 
father."

"So she just likes the sex?" I asked.

"You tell me!"

She was teasing me with her eyes and I blushed furiously.

"No, I think it's more than that. But I don't know if she 
realizes it yet," Susan said. "I think you're showing her that 
there are caring and thoughtful men out there in the world. 
That's important to her, whether she realizes it or not."

I blushed again.

Susan grinned at me wryly. "Didn't realize that screwing her 
brains out was actually important, did you?!"

I think I blushed two or three shades deeper.

"And speaking of screwing someone's brains out," she said, 
lifting her hips to slide her bikini bottoms off. "If you're done 
talking, I think I need to have a certain helpful young man screw 
my brains out."

"As a matter of fact, I wasn't done talking yet, thank you very 
much," I said with as much feigned tartness as I could.

She saw that I was teasing and stuck out her tongue at me. And I 
was teasing, mostly. I'd wanted to talk to her about Gina, but I 
decided that that conversation could wait until later.

Susan quickly moved around towards my legs, leaned forward, and 
wrapped her warm lips around my still-flaccid penis. She could 
easily fit the whole thing in her mouth, and did so quickly. As 
her tongue danced over my sensitive dick, however, I quickly 
became aroused. In seconds, I was completely hard and she was 
teasing me with her mouth.

I raised my head and looked down at her. Her lips forming an "O" 
around the head of my penis, she locked eyes with me and winked. 
She was in a teasing mood, and I suddenly wasn't.

I waited for her to take me completely in her mouth, but she 
didn't. She kept circling my glans with her tongue. I jerked my 
hips up at her, trying to get her to swallow more of my erection. 
I looked down my torso at her and she winked at me again.

Sitting up quickly, I grasped her shoulders. I unceremoniously 
pulled her up the bed and rolled her onto her back. The whole 
time, she was grinning at me. I don't know why my mood had 
suddenly shifted, but all I wanted to do now was to fuck her. And 
when all she wanted to do was tease me, I guess I kind of 
snapped.

"You know what happens when you tease me?" I asked, lifting her 
ankle and kneeling between her now-spread legs.

"Tease you?" she asked, batting her eyelashes as innocently as 
she could.

"Yes. Tease me," I said, grasping the base of my penis and aiming 
it at her pussy.

"Was I teasing you?"

I growled and rammed my erection into her. Her eyes flew wide and 
her mouth opened in surprise. I withdrew and quickly slammed into 
her again. As she stared at me, still in shock, I began slamming 
into her.

"Sometimes..."

Slam.

"I'm..."

Slam. 

 "Not..."

Slam. 

 "In..."

Slam. 

 "The..."

Slam. 

"Mood."

Susan closed her eyes and bit her lip, my sustained thrusts 
jarring her against the pillows behind her head. Without slowing 
my pace, I grabbed her ankles and raised them over my shoulders, 
spreading her wider and tilting her hips up to meet my thrusts.

She was now moaning each time I penetrated her. I kept ramming 
myself into her as I pushed her legs back further, folding her 
almost in half. Holding them with my arms, I leaned forward and 
continued pounding into her, burying my dick all the way to the 
root with each stroke.

Her face was a mask of pleasure as I pounded my cock into her, 
hell-bent on coming within the depths of her pussy. Her moaning 
was almost constant, punctuated only as I slammed into her and 
knocked the breath from her lungs. Finally, I felt my imminent 
release and thrust into her one final time. With a moan of my 
own, I came. I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth as spurt after 
spurt of my semen filled her.

We lay like that, her bent nearly double beneath me, for a few 
minutes, simply panting from the intensity of our coupling. 
Finally, I lifted first one arm and then the other, letting her 
straighten her legs somewhat. I was still fairly hard, and still 
buried inside her.

"Wow," she said.

"Yeah." I swallowed hard. "Sorry. I don't know where that came 
from," I said sheepishly.

"Mmmmm. I don't care where it came from. I enjoyed it." With 
that, she clamped her legs around my hips, holding me against 
her. "I love feeling you inside me," she said with a languid 
smile.

As if my energy had drained out of me through my penis, I 
suddenly felt my arms go rubbery. I quickly pulled my knees up to 
get a better base and virtually collapsed on top of her. I felt 
her nipples poke my chest as I slid my forearms under her 
shoulders and supported myself on my knees and elbows. Susan 
wrapped her arms around me and I dropped my head into the hollow 
of her neck, still breathing heavily.

We stayed like that for many minutes, simply enjoying the contact 
between our bodies.

Eventually, Susan broke the spell.

"I love the way you stay so hard inside me," she said.

I lifted my head and gazed down into her eyes. "You do?"

She smiled and nodded.

"Then you should definitely like this," I said, and began rocking 
my hips back and forth.

Because of the position we were in, I couldn't get much travel. 
And because of the angle, I couldn't get very deep. But what I 
could do seemed to excite her. Susan closed her eyes again and 
breathed deeply through her nose, her lips closed tightly with 
pleasure.

My cock quickly returned to full hardness as I gently thrust 
within her, a marked contrast compared to the pounding I'd only 
recently administered. She clutched me tightly and began 
thrusting her hips up to meet my strokes. I heard her ragged 
breathing in my ear as her pleasure built towards its climax.

I felt her pussy begin to contract around my cock, and I began 
thrusting against her clenching muscles as hard as I could. With 
an explosive moan, she tightened her legs around my hips and 
thrust against me one final time. Her pussy clenched around my 
shaft and sent me over the edge. Though it was less intense than 
my earlier orgasm, I closed my eyes tightly and rode the waves of 
pleasure flowing from my penis.

Susan's pussy spasmed again, seeming to milk my penis and then 
she relaxed, breathing heavily. My erection, having done its 
pleasurable duty twice, finally began to shrink.

I pushed myself up on my arms, pulled my knees forward, then sat 
back on my haunches. I looked down to where our bodies were still 
joined, amazed at how swollen and pink her labia were. I marveled 
at the sight of my penis splitting her open, her inner lips puffy 
and pink as well. Slowly, ever so slowly, I began to withdraw my 
diminishing erection from her pussy. Susan moaned again as my 
softening length slid out of her.

When the tip of my penis finally eased free of her grasping 
pussy, a gush of our combined juices trickled from her swollen 
lips, running down to pool on the bedspread. Once again, I had 
literally filled her to overflowing with my come. I put my palms 
on her up-thrust knees and smiled at her. She smiled drowsily in 
return.

I rolled to the side and flopped onto my back next to her. Susan 
rolled over, lifted my arm around her shoulders, pressed herself 
against my side, and lay her head on my chest. We stayed like 
that for a long, languorous, wonderful time.

-----

I don't know how long we dozed together, but when I opened my 
eyes, I could tell it was early afternoon. I felt Susan stirring 
next to me and turned to look at her. She blinked her eyes open, 
yawned sheepishly, and then smiled at me.

"Hi," she said.

"Hi."

"You feel like a shower?"

I nodded. Even though I'd taken a shower earlier, I'd already 
learned something important at the tender age of 15. If an 
attractive woman asks if you'd like to take a shower with her, 
there really is only one answer. Yes.

In addition to a large bathtub, Susan had a walk-in shower in her 
master bathroom. It was quite a bit larger than the shower in the 
hall bathroom. When I looked around, I marveled at the number of 
bottles that she had on her counter and in the shower. There were 
soaps, lotions, creams, oils, and a host of other products. I 
realized with a rueful grin that smooth skin and healthy hair 
actually took quite a bit of effort.

Susan turned on the water and stepped into the large stall. I 
stepped in after her and closed the door behind us. She 
luxuriated under the warm spray, letting it sluice over her neck 
and shoulders. With a guilty smile, she stepped aside so I could 
immerse myself.

When we finished the shower, she opened the door and grabbed two 
large, fluffy bath towels. I noticed with a wry smile that the 
towels in her bathroom were much nicer than the ones in the hall 
bathroom. We stepped out of the shower and I eyed the bathtub. 
Susan noticed the direction of my glance and arched an eyebrow at 
me.

"Yes?" she asked.

"Oh, nothing."

"Okay."

"Well, maybe..." I said.

She grinned at me and I blushed.

"Do you shave every day?"

She nodded.

"Do you think, maybe... um... Maybe one day, that... um... I could
try?"

"If you'd like," she said.

I nodded enthusiastically.

"Sunday," she said thoughtfully. "I like to take a nice long bath 
on Sunday."

I nodded enthusiastically again.

We finished toweling off and Susan smiled at me.

"I have to get some work done" she said seriously. "I've got a 
meeting with my accountant next week and I have a lot of 
paperwork to get ready. So you," she said with an insouciant 
grin, "need to go do whatever it is you do when you're not 
satisfying my desires."

I grinned at her like an idiot.

"Run along now," she said with mock sternness. "Shoo!"

Still grinning like the village half-wit, I gave her a quick kiss 
on the cheek and headed for the door.

The rest of that day was as normal as they come. Manfred, Jenny, 
and Gina were at the lake. They had co-opted the raft for 
themselves and I quickly joined them. We spent the rest of the 
afternoon just being teenagers. With all that had happened in my 
life I really enjoyed being a kid, if only for a few hours.

-----

The next day, Saturday, several new families arrived. I knew some 
of them, because they had kids my age, but not all. There were 
three families that I didn't know that well, if at all; all with 
younger kids. For the most part, they were average people with 
average kids, boys and girls, from about age three to eight.

The one couple that stood out among this influx were Kevin and 
Leigh. They had been here the year before, and both of them stood 
out. Kevin was short; shorter than me. And he looked like an 
accountant, with glasses and a crew cut. Every time I looked at 
him, I chuckled to myself and wondered where his pocket protector 
was. The thing that really stood out about him, however, was his 
dick. Even soft, it was bigger than mine when I was hard. I could 
only imagine what it would look like when he was erect. Needless 
to say, Terri Dunbar (the short blond from under the counter) was 
very friendly with him.

Where Kevin was short and kind of nerdish, his wife Leigh was 
another matter entirely. She was a petite, beautiful redhead, 
less than five feet tall. Her flaming red hair fell in waves over 
her shoulders, with a flaming red triangle of pubic hair to go 
with it. She had the fair complexion and green eyes to match, and 
seemed to use sun block in gallon lots. She didn't tan so much as 
her freckles grew together. Leigh, for all her petite stature, 
had just about the biggest breasts I'd ever seen on a women her 
size. They looked like rocket nose cones, with large areolas and 
very pronounced nipples. If she weighed 110 pounds, I'd be 
shocked; and I think a substantial portion of that would've been 
her boobs.

Kevin and Leigh were nice people, had really well-behaved kids, 
and most everyone liked them. I liked them, they had always 
talked to me like an adult. But I couldn't help staring at either 
of them whenever I got the chance. Wow!

There were two other families who arrived that day. They had kids 
my age, and had been to the camp before, so I knew them both.

Tom and Myra had twins, a boy and a girl, named Thomas and 
Theresa. Myra was a willowy blond who looked like she was only a 
few steps away from being a flower child. She was really sweet, 
but she always talked to me like I was on the same weird planet 
she was. It didn't really bother me all that much, though; she 
talked to everyone like that. Thomas and Theresa, 14, both looked 
like Myra. They were fun to hang around with if I couldn't find 
Manfred or Gina, but they had this annoying habit of finishing 
each other's sentences.

The other family was the Paytons, Adam and Melissa. Adam was a 
tall, beefy cop. He and his family always came to camp in their 
Winnebago. Adam's wife Melissa was taller than me, with straight 
brown hair and amazing breasts. They looked like something out of 
a Vargas painting; large, round, and firm. Their daughter, 
Kendall, looked just like a younger version of her mother; tall, 
with lustrous brown hair, large breasts, and long, long legs. I 
didn't know exactly how old Kendall was, I guessed 18 or 19, but 
she was about the prettiest girl I'd ever seen.

Way out of my league.

Their son Drew was 14. He was actually pretty cool to hang out 
with; when we could pry him away from the 13-year-old girls. As 
soon as their RV pulled up in front of the clubhouse, Erin and 
Trish were off like shots, to find Jill and Leah.

The fact that the whole family was just really attractive always 
kind of put me off. They were nice enough people, I guess 
(although Adam kind of scared me), but I just never talked to 
them much. Kendall was one of those girls that you worship from 
afar, Manfred and I both knew it. I much preferred the company of 
Gina, and I had no doubts about who Manfred would pick to spend 
time with.

For all the influx of people, that Saturday was a fairly normal 
day. I knew Susan was trying to get her paperwork together for 
her meeting, so I left her alone. I knew I'd see her on Sunday.

I was really looking forward to Sunday.

-----

The next morning, I was up early. I quickly headed down to the 
clubhouse and ate a bowl of cereal. I knew it was probably still 
too early to head over to Susan's, so I reluctantly goofed off in 
the clubhouse.

One of the year-round residents, Mr. Kershaw, got up real early 
on Sunday mornings and drove to town, where he'd buy a bunch of 
copies of the Sunday paper. When he returned to the camp, he'd 
deliver them to some of the other full-time residents and leave 
the remainder in the clubhouse for everyone else.

I picked up one of the papers and sat at a back table, reading 
about the world outside the camp. I found, however, that I was 
doing more people-watching than reading. I don't know why, but 
I'd always enjoyed watching people go about their everyday lives.

Finally, I judged that it was time to head over to Susan's. I 
tried to be nonchalant about it, but I think I must've made it 
from the clubhouse to her house in record time.

Susan answered the door when I knocked and quickly invited me.

"Morning," she said.

I just grinned.

"My, aren't we eager this morning?"

I blushed, nodding enthusiastically.

Susan laughed at the expression on my face. I was in too good a 
mood to be put off by her teasing.

"C'mon back, then. I'll run the bath."

When I got to her bedroom, I saw the remains of a bagel and a 
glass of juice on her bed stand. The unmade bed was covered with 
this morning's newspaper.

"Mr. Kershaw brings you a newspaper?" I asked, then mentally 
kicked myself. Of course he'd bring her a paper, you idiot, I 
thought to myself.

"Mmm hmm," she said, already headed for the bathroom.

Her bathtub was a large cast-iron affair with big claw and ball 
feet. She adjusted the water temperature and filled it only a 
little before she called me into the bathroom.

"Here you go," she said, handing me a disposable razor, fresh 
from the pack. "I think it'll be easier for you to shave me if 
the tub's not full yet. You go ahead and get in first, by the 
spigot."

I quickly obliged her, sinking into the warm water slowly filling 
the tub. I spread my legs as she climbed in and slowly leaned 
back against the back of the tub. As she settled in, she reached 
over to the stand next to the tub and retrieved a bottle of bath 
oil. She poured a little into the slowly rising water. With her 
hand, she roiled the water and then wet her pussy.

With the water nice and sudsy between us, she looked up at me. 
"It's easier to do this by feel than by sight," she said, taking 
my hand and placing it against her mons.

I gently ran my fingers over her flesh, and I could feel the 
slight stubble of growth. I nodded and she continued.

"Make sure the razor is wet before you start. Press down firmly 
enough to do the trick; you only want to go over each area a 
couple of times. Don't press too hard though, just enough to make 
good contact."

I nodded again.

"First, feel the area with your fingertips, to tell which 
direction the hair is growing. Shave with the hair on the first 
pass, then against the growth on the second. Then, feel it with 
your fingertips again, you'll be able to tell if you got 
everything. Okay?"

I nodded, grinning in anticipation.

Susan laughed in tolerant amusement then lifted her hips out of 
the water.

I wet the razor, as directed, and began shaving the top of her 
mons. I felt along afterward and could easily tell that I hadn't 
pressed down hard enough. I guess that was better than pressing 
down too hard. I made another pass with the razor and quickly 
felt that I'd done better this time.

I rinsed the razor out, like I'd seen my father do hundreds of 
times when I'd watched him shave, and drew it over her mons 
again. The second stroke was better, and I quickly got the hang 
of it. In short order, I had her mons shaved smooth.

"Be careful shaving my labia," Susan cautioned. "The easiest 
thing to do is to shave down the sides, and then out from the 
slit."

I nodded and resumed. Her labia were much trickier, but I soon 
had them as smooth as her mons. I shaved all the way down past 
her labia, almost to her ass, and then ran my hand over her 
entire pussy. I felt a few spots that I'd missed, and quickly 
took care of them.

When I pulled back and looked up, Susan smiled at me and ran her 
own hand over her freshly-shaved pussy.

"Pretty good," she said, clearly impressed. "Normally, I do this 
at the end of a nice hot bath. The hot water makes the hair 
softer. You did a really good job, though."

I chuckled to myself. I had plans for her pussy, I didn't want to 
nick it up.

Susan took the razor from my hands and looked at me with a 
mischievous expression.

"Want me to do you?" she asked.

"Uh... well... um...," I stammered.

Her serious expression split into a wide grin and she laughed at 
me. A look of chagrin on my face, I closed my mouth with a clomp. 
She laughed again and set the razor on the stand.

"You are just so much fun to tease," she said, still grinning.

I blushed.

"Now, turn up the water a little," she said, reaching for more 
bath oil.

I did, and we soon had the water up around our stomachs. Susan 
picked up the razor again and shook it in the water. Without 
warning, she raised her right leg and began shaving herself, 
beginning at her ankles. I watched, wordlessly, as she 
efficiently shaved her legs, then her underarms.

"Sure you don't want me to do you next?" she asked, unable to 
keep the mirth from creeping into her voice.

I shook my head emphatically. She only grinned at me, and 
replaced the razor on the stand.

The stand had a small towel rack on it, and Susan reached over to 
retrieve a washcloth. She soaked it in the warm water and 
lathered it up with a bar of soap. She quickly washed herself, 
teasing her nipples to erection as she made eye contact with me.

When she finished, she rinsed the cloth and lathered it up again. 
She scooted forward in the tub and began to wash my arms and 
shoulders. She washed down my torso, and I wondered for the 
thousandth time why she was doing this.

Not the bath; all of it.

As she washed my legs, I looked at her face, a mask of 
concentration.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked, finally speaking my thoughts 
aloud.

She stopped moving the washcloth and looked up. "Hmm?"

"Why are you doing this?"

"I thought you wanted to take a bath with me," she said.

"No, that's not what I mean," I said, trying to keep exasperation 
at bay. "Why me?"

She reached out and grabbed my flaccid penis. "Mmm. Because I 
don't have one of these," she said, pulling on me.

"I'm serious," I said, pulling out of her grasp. "Why me?" She 
looked at me a moment in shock, then she realized I was indeed 
serious. "Why not someone older? Or more experienced? Or 
thinner?" I asked almost dejectedly, looking down at myself.

"Oh, Paul," she said and slid towards me. She put her hands on my 
forearms and looked at me earnestly.

"Or is this just something you do?" I asked bitterly, blinking 
back tears.

"Paul, look at me."

I raised my head defiantly.

She smiled gently and said, "You should know me well enough by 
now. This is not 'just something I do.'"

I looked into her eyes and knew she was telling the truth. I 
blinked to clear my eyes and sniffled.

"And as for why you," she said with a shrugged, "I can't really 
explain that. Why not someone older? I don't know, really. I just 
know that I haven't been attracted to anyone else."

I felt my heart sink in shame at doubting her, then swell as I 
comprehended her words.

"Why not someone more experienced?" she asked. All the sudden, 
she laughed. I looked up at her, tears welling anew. "You were 
just so cute," she quickly said with a gentle smile of 
reassurance. "You were trying to act like a man, trying to be so 
serious. Yet you had this constant hard-on."

I looked at her and blinked, sniffling again.

"Why not someone more experienced?" she repeated. "You had this 
expression of wonder on your face, like I was the most beautiful 
woman you'd ever seen." She shrugged, smiling. "Besides, seeing 
how you reacted to me, how your body reacted, was very... 
attractive. Women like to know they're appreciated," she said 
simply. "Trust me, as long as you're not being obnoxious about 
it, most women like to know that they're attractive. And your 
constant erection sure did that for me. It was very exciting."

I finally smiled at her. It was a wan smile, but a smile 
nonetheless.

"And why not someone thinner?" she asked tenderly. "It wasn't 
your body that attracted me to you. Although I'm very attracted 
to it," she quickly amended. "And if I wanted just this," she 
said, suddenly grasping my limp member, "I could get one just 
about anywhere I wanted." She grinned and squeezed gently. "But 
what attracted me to you was this," she said, releasing me and 
touching her dripping fingers against my forehead. "And this." 
She moved her hand and held it flat against my chest.

"But you know what really got me?" she asked. "What really made 
me begin to look at you in a new way?"

I sniffled and shook my head.

"Two things," she said. "First, the way you touched me the day we 
found the photo albums." She closed her eyes and took a deep 
breath. "You were so afraid to touch me, yet you weren't." She 
smiled, remembering.

I looked at her in shocked puzzlement.

She grinned and continued, "Second, you came on the mirror."

I looked at her in confusion.

She opened her eyes, bright with emotion. "When you were running 
your hands over my body, I was on fire. There are so many parts 
of a woman's body that are sensitive. Most guys go for the tits 
or the pussy, nothing else. When you ran your fingers over my 
neck, I almost came right then," she said, closing her eyes and 
smiling at the memory. "The way you touched me... Mmmmm."

She took a deep, ragged breath. She exhaled quickly and her eyes 
popped open. She shook her head and smiled at me.

I was still confused, and it showed. "I came on the mirror?"

She laughed brightly. "I guess you wouldn't know about that," she 
said.

I shook my head.

"That first day you worked here, when you went into the bathroom 
to masturbate..."

I nodded.

"When you came, you shot all over the vanity mirror," she said.

I furiously thought back to that first day, horrified.

She laughed at the expression on my face. "I could tell you'd 
cleaned up quite a bit, I think there was half a box of tissues 
in the trash can," she said, her eyes still laughing at me. "But 
I guess because you were in such a hurry you missed it. There 
were these huge splatters of your come on the mirror. Pretty high 
up too," she said, giggling again. "I guess I was... impressed... by 
your...," she smiled wickedly at me, "enthusiasm."

I wanted to drown myself in the bath. I thought back and realized 
with growing horror that I hadn't even looked at myself in the 
mirror before I'd rushed out of the bathroom.

"It's okay," Susan said earnestly, snapping me out of my 
embarrassed train of thought. "I thought it was cute," she said, 
making sure I was paying attention, "and very sexy."

I blinked at her and she nodded. Suddenly my mouth was dry, and I 
was so ashamed that I'd doubted her. She saw my expression change 
and slid forward further, the water sloshing around us. She 
leaned forward and wrapped her arms around me, pulling me towards 
her.

"You are so special to me, Paul," she said. "I do love you very 
much."

I wrapped my arms around her in return and hugged. My emotions 
finally overcame my self-control and I felt hot tears sliding 
down my cheeks. Susan just hugged me tightly and rocked back and 
forth, gently crooning.

I blinked the tears out of my eyes and sniffled. "I love you 
too," I croaked.

She pushed me back and looked into my red-rimmed eyes. Smiling 
tenderly, she closed her eyes. I watched, uncomprehending, as she 
slowly leaned towards me. She tilted her head to the side and I 
barely had time to close my mouth before her lips met mine. Her 
kiss was light and lingering, and if I hadn't been as shocked as 
I was, I would've tried to return it better.

She pulled back, her eyes still closed, and I felt her hands 
close around my penis. She opened her eyes and looked at me, a 
mischievous grin brightening her face. She gently massaged my 
penis and I realized that the water had gone tepid.

She raised her eyebrows and gave me a critical look. I sniffled 
again and blinked at her.

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

I sniffled again and blushed, nodding and grinning.

We unstoppered the tub and stood to dry off. When we'd hung our 
towels on the bar, Susan reached out and led me back into the 
bedroom by my dick. With a quick sweep of her arm, she cleared 
the papers from the bed and pulled aside the covers.

She pushed me back on the bed and quickly crawled between my legs 
as I scooted into the center. Taking my penis in her mouth, I 
quickly became erect for her. She bobbed her head up and down on 
my shaft, gently fondling my balls with her right hand.

When I was good and hard, and slick with her saliva, she crawled 
up and positioned herself over me. With one deft motion, she 
steadied my erection and sank onto it. Her pussy was on fire, and 
very, very wet.

She started rocking back and forth on me, but soon I was 
thrusting up into her with powerful strokes. She bent over me, 
her breasts pressed against my chest, arms clutching me tightly, 
her face buried in the hollow of my neck.

I didn't last long, and as I came, I felt the emotions of earlier 
draining out of me. All my doubts, all my fears, all my worries 
disappeared as I shot my semen into her. I knew that she loved 
me. Me!

When I finished spurting, we quietly held each other close for a 
few minutes until our breathing returned to normal.

Finally, she eased forward and I slid out of her. She rolled to 
my side and I put my arm around her. We were soon dozing 
peacefully.

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