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Title: Summer Camp - Book One: Susan
Chapter: 15
Author: Scipio (imperator@mindspring.com)
Codes: teen, pett, mast
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All characters in this story are fictitious, any similarity to 
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Summer Camp - Book One: Susan
by Scipio

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Later that Sunday afternoon, I was lying in one of our lounge 
chairs and simply enjoying not having anything to do. I felt a 
shadow fall across me and opened my eyes slowly. When I looked 
up, I saw Gina's sun-haloed figure.

"Wanna go for a swim?" she asked.

I shrugged. "Sure."

She trotted down to the edge of the lake, where it was perhaps 
four feet deep, and dived gracefully into the water. She 
resurfaced several yards further out, swimming confidently 
towards the unoccupied raft.

I chased after her and barely caught up with her, both of us 
reaching the raft at the same time. Bobbing in the water, her 
black hair slicked back and shining in the afternoon sun, her 
white teeth flashed at me in a smile. She didn't climb out 
immediately, instead steadying herself with a hand on the raft, 
easily treading water with the other.

"Jenny and Manfred want to go on another hike tomorrow morning."

I arched my eyebrows.

"Jenny's mom won't let her go unless you and I go too."

I nodded.

She waited. "Well?" she finally asked.

"Well what?" I asked.

"Well, do you wanna go with me, or not?" she said, tolerant 
exasperation clear on her face.

"Oh! Yeah. Of course."

She gave me a look of extraordinary patience. "Jenny wants to 
pack a picnic lunch," she said.

"Sure. That'd be cool."

"You're such a goof," she said, shaking her head in mock sadness. 
"But you're a cute goof."

I grinned broadly and she splashed me in the face, quickly 
ducking under the water to make her getaway. I sputtered and 
ducked after her, swimming under the raft towards the shallow end 
of the lake. I let her beat me there and she quickly climbed up 
onto the grass.

The far side of the lake was about a hundred yards from the 
sunbathers on the hillside, and it was deserted. As I waded 
towards her in the ever-shallower water, she lay back on the 
grass and propped herself up on her elbows, crossing her legs 
coquettishly.

She glistened with diamond droplets of water, dark complexion 
tanned darker still, and her breasts were flattened to the sides 
of her chest, nipples still erect from the chill of the water. I 
stepped up onto the brick coping of the lake and looked down at 
her in frank admiration. She smiled up at me and then, with a 
look of supreme indifference, gently shook her wet hair. I joined 
her on the grass, propped up on my elbows to her right. She 
looked over and smiled at me.

"You're still a goof," she said lightly, closing her eyes and 
basking in the afternoon sun.

I smiled the smile of an incredibly content goof, and closed my 
eyes as well.

-----

The next morning, after breakfast, Gina and Jenny fixed a picnic 
lunch. Manfred and I packed blankets, towels, and water bottles 
in his backpack. He also grabbed his sunscreen and I went looking 
for some suntan oil. Manfred dug out an additional backpack, and 
when the girls were finished making lunch, we packed it with the 
food. I pulled four Cokes from our refrigerator, wrapped them in 
a hand towel, and put them in the pack with lunch.

Manfred shouldered the pack with the blankets and towels and I 
slipped my arms through the one with our lunch. Manfred then 
showed me how to tighten up the straps to make the pack more 
comfortable, and we set off toward the lake.

"I was talking to my dad," Manfred said as we were rounding the 
feeder lake, "and he said there was an abandoned quarry up one of 
the other streams, towards the back of the lake."

"Yeah?" I asked breathlessly, trying to keep up with his long-
legged stride.

"He said it was four to five miles up that way," he said pointing 
towards the ridge on the far side of the lake. "He said the water 
is deep and clear, and should be good for swimming."

"Okay," I said. "That work for you girls?" I turned my head, and 
Gina and Jenny nodded.

We crossed our stream from earlier in the week and then came upon 
a second one. Manfred turned up the hill to follow the 
watercourse, then crossed it when it got narrow enough. We 
quickly formed a single file and headed up the slope, Manfred in 
the lead, followed by Jenny, then Gina, with me bringing up the 
rear. Half the fun of the upcoming hike, I thought to myself, was 
going to be watching Gina's shapely ass as we climbed towards the 
quarry.

-----

The hike itself only took about two hours. The trek wasn't all 
that steep in most places, and, by Manfred's estimate, we quickly 
covered more than five miles. We could see the trees opening up 
ahead of us for several minutes before we reached the edge of the 
quarry. Once we did, we all stopped and merely stared, catching 
out breath.

The quarry lake was actually fairly small, only about a hundred 
yards across. Halfway around the rim, the rock wall had crumbled 
into the lake itself, and there were large boulders sticking out 
of the serene water.

The far wall was much higher than the edge we were standing on, 
and was streaked with deposits from the trees and soil above. In 
the middle of the wall itself, there was a tall waterfall, where 
a stream suddenly emptied into the quarry lake.

The stream we had been following up the hill disappeared around 
the shoulder of the hill to our left. When we had seen the trees 
opening up ahead of us, Manfred had left the watercourse and 
headed towards the quarry itself. As we walked around the rim of 
the quarry to the left, we could see that the stream poured from 
the lake where the rim wall had crumbled. The rocks were jagged 
and startlingly white in the late morning sun.

"We can climb down here," Manfred said, pointing to the jumbled 
slope leading down to the stream. "Then that big flat-top rock," 
he said, pointing, "is where we can lay out."

With that, he began climbing down the rocky slope to the boulders 
forming islands in the lake. Jenny quickly followed him. With a 
shrug in my direction, Gina started down after them and I 
followed.

It took a few good leaps to make it out to the flat-top rock, but 
we easily reached it in a few minutes. Manfred stripped off his 
pack and began untying his shoes, the rest of us following suit.

"Wait right here," Manfred said, cautioning us. "I'll check to 
see how deep it is."

He quickly climbed down the sloping back side of the rock and was 
in the water with barely a splash. From the straight front edge 
of the large boulder, I watched as he swam around until he was 
directly underneath me. Then, his legs kicking in the air for a 
moment, he dived straight down.

For a minute, only bubbles returned to the surface. I was just 
starting to worry when I saw him coming back to the surface. His 
head and shoulders shot out of the water, and with a sputter and 
great breath, he grinned up at us.

"It's deep," he said, treading water easily. "About 12 feet right 
here, much deeper out toward the center of the lake."

With that, he swam back to the sloping side of the boulder and 
quickly joined us, dripping and grinning.

Then, he looked at me and raised his eyebrows in challenge. Two 
quick steps took him to the edge of the boulder, and with a 
powerful thrust of his long legs, he arced off the rock, diving 
towards the surface eight feet below. I quickly followed him, 
lifting my arms over my head and tucking my chin as I too arced 
towards the cool surface of the lake.

The water parted before my outstretched hands as I broke the 
surface and arrowed into the deeps at the base of the boulder. 
The water was surprisingly warm, not quite the intense, numbing 
cold of a spring-fed lake. With a whoosh, I breathed out through 
my nose and angled towards the surface above.

I came up right next to Manfred, both of us grinning. Up on the 
boulder, Gina and Jenny looked at each other and shrugged. With a 
laugh, they both dived off the boulder. Manfred and I watched 
them arc into the water, raising barely a splash as they both 
gracefully broke the surface.

When Jenny surfaced next to Manfred, I began to worry about Gina. 
What if she'd hit her head on the bottom? What if...?

What if she grabbed my ankle and pulled me under water? I 
sputtered to the surface again and came face to face with a 
laughing Gina. I looked over and Manfred was howling with 
laughter as well. Jenny had her hand in front of her mouth and 
was trying not to break into laughter of her own.

"Little man,"  Manfred said, gasping for air as he chortled 
ruthlessly, "you had the greatest look on your face!"

"Thanks," I said dryly, blinking water from my eyes. I quickly 
rounded on Gina and shoved her under the water.

A general melee ensued and Manfred and I ended up chasing the 
girls towards the middle of the lake. When we got there, Jenny 
pulled up and let Manfred catch her. Gina stopped too, and soon I 
was treading water beside her. We all decided to swim over to the 
waterfall, and set out with long, sure strokes.

It was fun swimming under the waterfall, like swimming in a very 
heavy rain. All we could do, however, was swim under it; the wall 
of the quarry was sheer, without even a handhold for climbing. 
After several minutes playing under the deluge, we decided that 
the waterfall was fun, but probably better viewed from afar.

"I'm starving," Manfred said suddenly, treading water to the side 
of the falling stream.

As soon as he said it, I realized that my belly was making 
neglected noises as well.

"What's for lunch?" he asked.

"Chicken-salad sandwiches and macaroni salad," Jenny answered, 
swimming over to him.

"Cool," he said, putting his arm around her and treading water 
with the other. "Last one there is a rotten egg!" With a strong 
kick, he was off.

Jenny quickly followed him. Gina rolled her eyes at me and I only 
shrugged in reply. Then we both set off at a stately pace across 
the lake, watching Manfred and Jenny pull away from us.

When we got back to the boulder with our stuff, Manfred and Jenny 
were already on the flat top, watching us as we both slowly swam 
around to the sloped side.

"For a little guy, you swim okay," Manfred said, teasing me.

"Yeah, well, for a tall freak of nature, you sure are clever," I 
replied, climbing up the boulder after Gina.

"I'm not a freak of nature," Manfred replied, putting his best 
hurt tone in his voice. "I'm tall, fair, and handsome."

"Tall, sunburned, and handsome is more like it," Jenny said, 
surprising us all. She reached down into Manfred's pack and 
pulled out the sun block, unceremoniously squirted a dab into her 
palm, and gestured for Manfred to bend over.

With a pained look in my direction, he did as instructed. I was 
barely able to conceal my glee at his predicament as Jenny rubbed 
sun block onto his cheeks, nose, and forehead.

When she was done, she and Gina started pulling out lunch from 
the second pack. We didn't even dry ourselves off; we simply sat 
on the warm granite of the boulder and ate our lunch, drying in 
the noonday sun.

Lunch was surprisingly good. The girls had fixed two sandwiches 
apiece for Manfred and me, and we had macaroni salad, carrot and 
celery sticks, and oranges for desert. We quickly devoured the 
meal.

"Mmm, that was very good," I said, licking orange juice off my 
lips. "Thanks girls."

Gina blushed and smiled. Jenny stared doe-eyed at Manfred, and 
Gina covertly rolled her eyes at me.

"I think we're gonna hike off our lunch," Manfred said, "and head 
around to see the top of the waterfall. You wanna go?"

Sensing that he and Jenny really wanted to be alone, I quickly 
demurred. "I think I'm gonna stay here and relax," I said.

"Me too," Gina said quickly. "You two go on without us."

"Suit yourself," Manfred said, and reached for one of the 
blankets from the pack. He didn't try to argue us out of staying, 
so I suspected my intuition was correct.

Gina and I quietly watched them until they were several hundred 
feet around the rim of the quarry.

"Sheesh," Gina said. "Did you see they way she looked at him?"

"Yeah," I said. "Gone. Completely gone." I shrugged. "Hey, as 
long as they're happy, I'm cool."

"I guess."

We sat in silence for a few moments, then Gina reached for the 
suntan oil.

"I am gonna lay out for a while," she said, popping the top on 
the bottle.

I watched, completely entranced, as she proceeded to oil herself. 
Watching her spread oil on her breasts, lifting each on up to get 
the underside too, I almost passed out. By the time I remembered 
to breathe, she had moved on to her flat stomach and then to her 
thighs.

When she was done -- a shining, oiled goddess -- she offered the 
bottle to me. I mutely shook my head and swallowed hard.

Gina merely raised her eyebrows and grinned at me. I blushed and 
returned her grin. She wrinkled her nose in thought and then gave 
me a speculative look.

"I think I changed my mind. I wanna lay on my front first. Will 
you do me?" she asked, holding up the bottle again.

Would I do her? Would I! I swallowed hard again and reached out 
to take the oil. She stood and spread out her towel on the warm 
surface of the rock, then lay down on her stomach.

I suddenly decided to go for broke, and stepped between her 
ankles. She merely folded her arms in front of her, lay her head 
on them, and spread her legs slightly.

I knelt between her calves and trembled. Before, when she had 
asked me to put oil on her back, she had already oiled her legs 
and ass. This time, she had only oiled her front before asking me 
to do her back.

"Want me to get your legs too?" I asked tentatively.

"Mmm hmm."

I squirted oil onto my palms and quickly had her calves covered. 
As my hands worked up her legs, I kept my eyes glued to the 
junction where her thighs met. Her dark pubic hair was easily 
visible, and if I looked hard enough, I was positive that I could 
spot her slit.

I gently ran my hands up the back of each thigh, stopping several 
inches short of the promised land. She sighed when I removed my 
hands. I squirted more oil into my left palm and then drew a deep 
breath.

I started by running my hands up the backs of her thighs again. 
Only this time, I didn't stop. I ran my hands over her tanned 
ass, running them over her hips, coating her with oil. I heard 
her moan, low in her throat, and I moved my hands back down to 
her thighs.

I spread the excess oil from her skin over the inside of her 
thighs, only an inch or two from her pussy. I heard her suck in 
her breath in surprise as my hands moved higher, but she quickly 
relaxed when I withdrew them and returned to her ass.

I couldn't linger as long as I wanted to, because then it would 
become obvious what I was doing, so I stood up. Gina looked 
disappointed as she opened her eyes and looked back up at me.

"Put your legs together," I said. "I'll straddle them and do your 
back. Okay?"

She quickly complied and I placed a food on either side of her 
knees and sank down over her. I made sure my dick didn't touch 
her, but as I sat back on my haunches, my thighs did.

"I'm not too heavy, am I?" I asked her.

When she shook her head, I squirted more oil into my palm. I 
started right above her hips, quickly covering her back and 
sides. I paused for a moment and simply enjoyed the sight before 
me. She had her arms folded beneath her head, and I could easily 
see the outer curve of each breast where it was flattened beneath 
her. I felt my penis begin to stiffen, and throwing caution to 
the wind, let it.

I squirted more oil along her spine and she shivered. I then 
began to rub the slippery stuff into her dark skin. I took my 
time, enjoying the contact and feeling the radiating heat of her 
body. My penis was now fully erect, pointed right along the crack 
of her ass. I continued rubbing her back, even though I already 
had her oiled up, and she sighed deeply.

Once again, I decided to go for broke. As I leaned forward to rub 
her shoulders again, I let my erection dip and touch her ass. Her 
eyes immediately popped open and I began to panic. But my arousal 
overrode my fear, and I pulled my hands from her shoulders and 
sat back, keeping my erection in contact with the smooth skin of 
her ass.

"Are you okay?" I asked with as much composure as I could muster.

Gina opened her mouth to speak, then with a small smile quirking 
the sides of her mouth, she shut it again.

"Do you want me to keep rubbing your back?" I asked solicitously. 
Do you want me to keep my hard-on against you? I wisely kept that 
question to myself.

She smiled and nodded, then closed her eyes with a sigh.

I leaned forward again, pressing my erection against her even 
more firmly, and resumed rubbing her back and shoulders. I rubbed 
her like that for several minutes, my motions causing my hard-on 
to gently rub back and forth in the well-oiled crack at the top 
of her ass. I rubbed along her sides, making sure to caress the 
outer curve of her breasts, and she sighed again.

Finally, I sat back on my haunches and looked down at her 
beautiful figure. When she felt my hands leave her back, she 
waited. When they didn't return immediately, she opened her eyes 
and turned her head to look back up at me.

Seeing the expression on my face, she asked, "What's the matter?"

"Nothing."

"Then what're you looking at," she asked, fear creeping into her 
tone.

I shook my head and held her eyes with my own. I felt my panic 
rising as well. I suddenly wanted to bolt. I couldn't believe I'd 
gotten myself into this predicament. Finally, I ruthlessly forced 
down my fear and my lingering uncertainty.

At my silence, her fear had only intensified, and she looked at 
me with a tinge of panic. I looked down at her and all I wanted 
to do was to spare her, to calm her fear, to tell her...

"How beautiful you are." Did I say that out loud? Oh, my God, I 
did! I waited for her reaction, an eternity on needles, my senses 
hyper-alert.

I felt her breathe a huge sigh beneath me, as if she'd had the 
wind knocked out of her, and she lowered her eyes. Even with her 
tanned complexion, I could tell she was blushing.

In a singular stroke of brilliance, I shut my mouth and didn't 
say another word. I prudently decided that anything I added would 
only spoil things.

As I looked on, still worrying about her reaction, she smiled and 
closed her eyes. When she didn't say anything, my panic began to 
fight towards the surface.

I said the first thing that came to my mind.

"Want me to do your front now?" How stupid was that? She'd 
already done her front. Dumb. I knew I was doomed.

Gina burst out laughing, the tension completely broken by my 
bone-headed remark. She raised up on her elbows and shook her 
head, still laughing.

"No," she said, as if to a four-year-old. Then she got very 
quiet. "But if you'd like, I can do your back," she said.

The question hung in the air a moment and I could tell she was as 
afraid as I was. Afraid I'd say no.

"Yeah," I said. "I'd like that."

Once again, I decided to throw caution to the wind. I was still 
hard, and I decided not to try to hide my erection. I swung my 
leg over her and shuffled to the side of the towel.

Gina rolled onto her side and began to sit up. I saw her falter 
as her eyes locked onto my hard-on. She continued to rise, 
however, and invited me to lay on her towel. I blithely lay down 
on the vacated terrycloth, my erection pressed against my 
stomach.

I felt her straddle my legs, and knowing her pussy was spread 
open so close to me only made my erection swell further. I folded 
my arms beneath my chin and sighed as she began to rub oil into 
my neck and shoulders. She took her time, working the slippery 
liquid into my arms and shoulders, then down my back. As she 
leaned forward to reach my shoulders, I felt her wiry pubic hair 
brush my butt, and my dick throbbed against my stomach.

When she finished rubbing my back, I slid to the side of the 
towel to give her room to lay beside me. We both knew there was 
another towel in the pack, only a few feet away, but neither of 
us reached for it.

I looked to my right and saw that she was laying on her back, 
looking idly up at the sky. We lay in silence for several 
minutes, then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw her bite the 
inside of her lip and turn her head towards me.

"Paul?"

"Mmm hmm?"

"Do you... Do you really think...," she asked in a small voice. "Do 
you really think that?"

I raised up on my elbows and looked down at her face. Her eyes 
were wide as saucers, full and brown, trying to look into my 
thoughts, into my soul.

I rotated my hips and turned on my side, facing her. As I held 
myself up on my left elbow, I was careful not to touch her with 
my still-erect penis.

"Think what?" I asked.

"What you said earlier. That I'm..."

I looked down into her eyes, and suddenly, my fear was gone. Her 
eyes pled with me, begged me to finish her thought. I suddenly 
wanted to protect her, to make sure she wasn't afraid.

"Beautiful." I said. As I looked down into her eyes, they 
softened.

I slowly brought my right hand up and ran my forefinger along the 
line of her jaw. I held my hand against her neck, my finger 
tenderly rubbing the hollow behind her ear. Her eyes closed 
slowly and her lips parted slightly. I lowered my mouth toward 
hers.

When our lips met, I felt a rush of emotion. I pressed down a 
little harder and she responded against me, parting her lips a 
little more. I held her head against me with my hand, then gently 
pulled my lips back. I opened my eyes and looked down at her. Her 
eyelids were closed, her lips open slightly, and I knew in my 
heart that she was the most beautiful girl in the world.

Slowly, her eyes fluttered open and she focused on my face, only 
inches from hers. She studied me for a moment, and then I smiled. 
She was breathing a little harder from our kiss, and suddenly she 
closed her eyes again. Her lips parted as she lifted her head 
towards me.

My lips met hers, with more force this time. I felt her mouth 
open slightly and darted my tongue forward to lick her lips. I 
lowered her head with my hand and followed with my mouth, gently 
laying her back on the towel and pressing down against her.

My tongue danced with hers and then I withdrew it slowly, 
breaking our kiss. We were both breathing heavily as I pulled 
back and opened my eyes again. She slowly opened her own and 
looked up at me, a dreamy look in her eyes. I moved my left hand 
under her head and supported myself with my right as I scooted 
towards her.

As my flesh pressed against her, her eyes opened wide. I felt the 
thrill and warmth of contact as my erection brushed across the 
corner of her hip and rested on her stomach.

"Is your...," she said quickly. "Is your... is it... still hard?"

I nodded.

"You're not going to..."

"Do anything?" I asked obliquely.

She bit her lip and nodded jerkily.

I shook my head and smiled at her. "No."

She frowned, fear clouding her eyes for a moment. "You don't want 
to?" she asked in a small voice.

"God yes," I said, quickly. "I'd love to." Her eyes got wider and 
I could tell she was beginning to panic. "But not now," I said, 
reassuring her. "Not until... I mean... Well... Not unless you want 
to."

She quickly exhaled her held breath and closed her eyes tightly. 
A tear slipped from beneath her dark lashes and she tightened her 
lips. She opened her eyes, tears making them bright, and my heart 
melted.

"I was so worried that you didn't like me, or that you thought I 
wasn't pretty enough," she said, her tears flowing freely now. 
"It felt so good when you were rubbing my back," she said, 
drawing a ragged breath, "even when you got... you know... that felt 
so good too. But then I got scared." She sniffled and tried to 
blink the tears from her eyes. "I knew you'd want to do it, and I 
didn't want to say no, but I'm just not ready..." Her tears 
redoubled. "And now," she said, almost moaning, "you won't wanna 
be with me 'cause I'm too scared to do it." She sobbed against 
me.

I held her close, soothing her, and when she had calmed down a 
little, I brushed her hair off her face and wiped the tears from 
her cheeks. She looked up at me, red-rimmed eyes still full of 
tears, and sniffled. I brushed my hand along her check and smiled 
at her.

"God knows I want to do it," I said, and she closed her eyes, 
fighting back another sob. "But we'll do it when the time is 
right, when you're ready."

"You mean..."

"I mean," I said, interrupting her. "That there are a lot of 
things we can do, little things sometimes, without doing it."

Her eyes widened.

"Like this," I said, leaning down to kiss her tenderly, briefly. 
"You like that?"

She bit the inside of her lip and nodded quickly.

"Or this," I said again, kissing along the line of her neck. I 
lifted my head and faced her again. She opened her eyes and 
looked at me in wonder. "Did you like that too?"

She nodded again, more firmly this time.

"See," I said reasonably, "there are lots of things we can do... if 
you want to."

She looked back at me and bit her lip again, then, with a slight 
nod, she smiled at me.

I kissed her again, stronger this time, and darted my tongue into 
her mouth. She arched her back and pressed up into my kiss, 
caressing my tongue with her own. Soon, too soon, she broke the 
kiss, panting for air. I was breathing heavily too, but when she 
sniffled again, I quickly realized that her nose was stuffed up.

"You want to sit up?"

She shook her head.

"And blow your nose?"

Reluctantly, she nodded. I sat up, holding myself up with my arm, 
and reached for the remains of our picnic lunch. I pulled a 
couple of paper napkins from the pack and handed them to her.

She took them with a grateful look and delicately blew her nose. 
When she crumpled up the napkins, her nose and eyes were red. She 
sniffled so pathetically that I wanted to reach out to her. She 
smiled at my expression and I stood, my erection still sticking 
out from my body like it was an everyday occurrence, and extended 
my hand down to her. Her eyes were locked on my jutting hard-on 
as she took my hand and I pulled her to her feet.

I pulled her close, my penis pressing against the slick skin of 
her abdomen, and wrapped my arms around her. She started at 
first, and then relaxed and tilted her head up; I bent down to 
kiss her again.

When I broke the kiss, I looked at her and smiled. "Want to take 
a little dip, to cool off?"

She nodded mutely and we started down the sloped side of the 
boulder towards the water. There were several submerged rocks 
that led to a bed of pea gravel that sloped away from the rocks, 
and I headed towards it. We stepped down into the water, hand in 
hand.

She swam away from me, but not far. I stood on the submerged 
gravel slope and watched her. She turned, treading water, and 
looked at me.

"Why're you looking at me like that?" she asked, panic tingeing 
her voice.

"Like what?"

"I dunno. Like that."

"I'm just happy, I guess."

She swam towards me again, stopping several feet away.

"You really think I'm pretty?" she asked, doubt creeping into her 
tone.

I nodded.

"Prettier than Kendall Payton?" she asked suspiciously.

"Much prettier," I said assuredly.

She looked at me, skeptical.

I quickly nodded. "She's like something out of Playboy."

She arched a eyebrow at me.

"Like she's not real," I continued quickly. "I dunno. I can't 
explain it."

She looked at me, clearly not convinced.

"I guess it boils down to this," I said simply. "Of all the girls 
in the world, all of them," I said, "I don't want to be here with 
Kendall Payton, or Jenny, or anyone else."

Her expression slowly started to change as my words sunk in.

"The girl that I want to be with is right in front of me. You're 
the only girl I want."

She swam towards me quickly and was in my arms in a heartbeat, 
planting kisses on my lips, my cheeks, my neck, anywhere she 
could reach. I wrapped my arms around her and returned them. She 
circled her arms around my neck and locked her lips against mine, 
our tongues dancing against one another. Soon, she wrapped her 
legs around my waist, my penis trapped between us, bathed by the 
warmth of her body, her wiry pubic hair, her pussy.

I was in heaven.

I slowly stepped backward towards the submerged rocks, never 
breaking our kiss. When she realized we were moving, however, she 
pulled back and looked at me, her eyes bright.

I grinned at her and she smiled.

"You're still a goof," she said reprovingly. "But you're a cute 
goof." She ground her hips against me, rubbing her clit on the 
hard shaft of my penis. "And a hard one too," she said, closing 
her eyes and biting the inside of her lip.

When she opened them again, I was still smiling drunkenly at her. 
Behind me, I felt the rock that I was looking for. A long slab of 
stone had broken off the rim wall and now lay at a sharp angle in 
the water, half in and half out. It was clearly too steep to 
climb down, but it would be perfect to lean back against. The 
water was warmer here, heated by the sun and undisturbed by any 
current.

As I leaned back against the rock, I pushed Gina away from me. 
She made a moue of disappointment.

"Trust me," I said reassuringly.

She released her arms from around my neck, and then her legs from 
around my waist. The surrounding water, while still much warmer 
than the water in the camp's lake, was much cooler than between 
her legs, and I shivered at the contact. I gently turned her 
around and pulled her back towards me.

With her back pressed against my chest, my penis was nestled 
between the cheeks of her ass. I lifted her arms and put them 
around my neck. Shifting my head to the side, I kissed her 
earlobe. She shuddered and pushed back against me.

"Like this," I said into her ear softly. "See?" I asked quietly, 
bringing my hands up to cup her breasts.

She sighed at arched her back, pressing her nipples into the 
palms of my hands and shoving her ass harder against my swollen 
member.

She let out a low-voiced moan of approval as I started kneading 
her breasts. They easily filled my hands and I began to roll her 
already-stiff nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. She 
moaned again, louder this time, and I gently tugged on each 
little brown bud. As I played with them, she leaned her head back 
against my shoulder and sighed in delight.

I began planting kisses along her neck and she moaned again. As I 
slowly moved my hands from her breasts, she whimpered 
insistently. I ran them down her flat stomach to her hips. 
Pressing my fingers against the front of her pelvis, I pulled her 
against me, grinding my dick against her ass. Feeling my hardness 
splitting her cheeks, she moaned again. I ran my hands back up 
her trim abdomen and once again cupped her breasts.

I fondled her and played with her nipples for several minutes, 
simply kissing her neck and ear as I did. I could tell she was 
getting worked up by the involuntary humping of her hips against 
me. I once again decided to go for broke, and moved my right hand 
off her luscious breast.

Slowly, oh so slowly, my hand crept towards her pussy. She moaned 
as my fingers entered her pubic hair. Her back arched and I slid 
my middle finger over her slit. Gauging her reaction, I cupped 
her mons for a moment. She moaned again and panted against me.

I increased the pressure with my middle finger and parted her 
labia, feeling the heat of her pussy wash over me. She was 
already very slippery with lubricating fluids and I easily moved 
my finger back and forth, just inside her lips. With the palm of 
my hand, I pressed down against the top of her slit, eliciting 
another moan of pleasure as I put pressure on the base of her 
clit.

I rubbed her like this for several minutes, making sure to slip 
my finger inside her. My left hand rubbed and pulled on her 
nipple, making her moan all the harder. With both hands, I lifted 
her against me and slid my erection between her legs, rubbing her 
pussy with my shaft.

She was whimpering against me, rocking her hips and rubbing her 
pussy against my erection when...

"Paul!"

I shook my head, breaking the spell of our rising ardor.

"Gina!"

It was Manfred.

Gina opened her eyes and quickly looked around, as did I.

"Where are you guys?!"

I abruptly realized that he wasn't anywhere close, and gently 
pushed Gina away from me, and off my cock. I swam around the 
large boulder to where I could look up at the top of the falls.

"Oh," Manfred shouted from the top of the rim wall, "there you 
are."

"Yeah?" I shouted back.

"You gotta see this place up here, it's beautiful!"

I've got a beautiful girl down here, and I was doing just fine 
without you interrupting, thank you very much! "Yeah!" I shouted.

"We'd better be getting back soon," he yelled down. "We're coming 
back down."

"Okay," I shouted back up.

I quickly turned and swam back to Gina. She was grinning at me, 
leaning back against the sloped rock. I swam into her waiting 
arms, my penis bumping deliciously against her warm pussy as she 
wrapped her arms and legs around me.

"We've only got a few minutes," I said. "And I can't get out of 
the water like this," I said, rocking my hips and rubbing against 
her pussy with my shaft.

She shook her head and suddenly kissed me deeply. "Next time," 
she said with a twinkle in her eye.

I nodded. "Do you masturbate?" I asked seriously.

She looked confused by the non sequitur, but slowly nodded her 
head.

"I want you to masturbate tonight," I said.

She nodded, biting her lip.

"And when you do, think of me. Think of how hard you make me."

She nodded again, biting her lip harder, turning it white. "Are 
you gonna do it too?" she asked tentatively. "Are you gonna... you 
know?"

I nodded. "And you know who I'm going to be thinking about?"

"Me?"

I nodded and she kissed me again, darting her tongue in my mouth. 
She held her lips against me until we both pulled back, gasping 
for breath.

"I wish we could do it now," she said. "I want to watch."

"Next time," I said, grinning at her.

She nodded seriously and hugged me tight.

-----

By the time Manfred and Jenny reached the flat-top rock, my 
erection had mostly dwindled. Mostly. When Manfred saw my half-
hard dick, he gave me a "sorry, man" look. I shrugged. Jenny got 
a good look at my semi-erect penis and her eyes widened. I knew I 
was shorter than Manfred, but my cock was quite a bit thicker.

For his part, Manfred's poor prick was red and shiny, and I knew 
that he and Jenny had enjoyed themselves up at the waterfall. If 
only they'd stayed there, and let us enjoy ourselves down here!

I chuckled ruefully to myself as we packed the remains of our 
picnic. We had promised our parents we'd be back before dinner, 
and it was getting towards mid-afternoon. We still had a two-hour 
hike back to camp.

The whole hike down, Gina kept grinning at me, and looking 
pointedly at my penis. Thankfully, it didn't get any harder. But 
it didn't shrink much either.

-----

When we got back to camp, we unloaded our packs. Gina and I 
headed up to our cabins. When we got to my family's cabin, we 
both looked around to make sure no one was around. I snuck a 
quick look into the cabin itself to make sure it was empty and 
then turned to her.

She flowed into my arms and we kissed, passionately darting our 
tongues back and forth. My barely-limp penis sprang to life and 
was soon pressing against her stomach.

"Are you gonna take a bath?" I asked.

She nodded hesitantly.

"And play with yourself?"

She nodded again, more firmly this time. "I can't wait," she said 
quietly.

"Me either."

I kissed her again and she reluctantly pulled away. I stood on 
our porch, my erection bobbing gently in front of me, and watched 
her walk up the hill towards her cabin. She looked back once and 
waved, gifting me with a brilliant and heart-wrenchingly 
beautiful smile.

When she was out of sight, I quickly entered the cabin. I jumped 
in the shower without even thinking about it. When I turned on 
the water, I suddenly remembered the hot water heater. With a 
groan, I thought that I'd have to take a cold shower. Jerking off 
in a cold shower would be nearly impossible.

To my immense relief, the water soon heated and I quickly 
adjusted the temperature. Susan must've had the plumber in to fix 
the hot water heater. With a muttered thanks to the patron saint 
of plumbers, I wrapped my fingers around my shaft and began to 
stroke.

As I came the first time, spurts of semen splashing against the 
tiles of the shower, I wondered if Gina were thinking of me too. 
As I remembered her pressed against me, the feel of her breasts 
in my hands, the heat of her pussy, my erection never flagged. I 
waited a few minutes, simply enjoying the needle spray of the 
water, and then reached for my hard-on a second time. By the time 
I came again, the water had run cold. I didn't care. All I could 
think about was the next time Gina and I could be alone together.

-----

Copyright 2002 Scipio. All rights reserved.

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