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Author: Scipio
Title: Summer Camp - Book One: Susan
Part: Chapter 17
Universe: Summer Camp
Summary: Coming-of-age story about a teenager whose family spends 
their summer vacations at a nudist camp.
Keywords: mF, teen, oral, anal
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Summer Camp - Book One: Susan
by Scipio

Author's Note: I changed the end of Chapter 16, subtly, but 
importantly. I had made a mental note to make sure to "get Stacy 
on the pill," but I forgot to re-write a small part of the dialog 
to reflect that she was. Whoops! I've corrected the problem. 
(Stacy doesn't want an unintended pregnancy. She's a careful 
girl, and is now on the pill.) No soup for me! Next!

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

"We cup, see pea heads."

I opened my eyes, confused. I looked at Stacy, who was still 
asleep, curled up next to me. I flexed my arm, which had gone 
numb, and wrapped it around her shoulder. I closed my eyes again, 
enjoying the feeling of her body next to mine.

Then she laughed at me.

I opened my eyes again and turned to look at Stacy. She hadn't 
moved.

"Yoo hoo. Wake up, sleepy heads"

I blinked again. Stacy still hadn't moved.

"Over here."

I looked towards the sound of the voice and saw Susan standing in 
the doorway to the bedroom.

"Are you awake now?"

Nodding blearily, I struggled to rise. I felt Stacy stir next to 
me, yawn, and raise her head.

"Hi," Susan said when Stacy looked up.

"Hi," Stacy said, a guilty but satisfied look on her face.

Susan just chuckled at us. I imagine we made quite a sight, 
sprawled naked across the bed.

"I hope you don't mind," Susan said. "I let myself in."

Stacy only shook her head and yawned again.

"I brought groceries. I thought we'd just have dinner here," 
Susan said.

Stacy nodded again and wiped sleep from her eyes with her left 
hand.

"What time is it?" she asked groggily.

"Almost six," Susan answered.

"Wow," Stacy said, yawning again.

"You two want to get cleaned up before dinner?"

I nodded. Stacy sat up, her right side crisscrossed with red 
crease marks where she had been laying on the sheet. I sat up as 
well, and we both yawned together, then grinned at one another.

"Oh, brother," Susan said teasingly.

Stacy and I only grinned wider.

"Why don't you two shower while I start dinner. Is spaghetti 
okay?"

Stacy and I both nodded and Susan headed for the kitchen.

Stacy got up first and pulled me from the bed. She pulled the 
barrettes out of her hair on the way to the bathroom. Once we 
were there, I shut the door behind us. Stacy turned on the water 
and stepped into it first, leaving the shower curtain open for me 
to join her, which I quickly did.

She'd turned the water on mostly cold, with only a touch of hot 
water to take the edge off the chill. The cold spray felt 
remarkably good after the heat of the bedroom. We both stood 
there for a few minutes, simply waking up as the water sluiced 
over us.

Stacy made a little-girl-pout face and flowed into my arms. She 
laid her head on my chest and I wrapped my arms around her. As I 
held her against me, I felt her nipples stiffen.

Her eyes twinkling, she looked up at me, a stray tendril of her 
dark, wet hair curled on her forehead.

"You know what I want?" she asked mischievously.

I shook my head.

"I want you in my ass," she said lasciviously, grinding her hips 
against me.

My dick immediately reacted, stiffening against her.

She opened her eyes wider, grinning at me, and grasped my rising 
prick with her right hand. She stroked me until I was completely 
hard, then abruptly turned around. She backed up against me and 
reached through her legs with her right hand, grasping the tip of 
my straining erection.

Once she had a good hold on it, she slid forward, and then back 
again. I felt myself slide between the folds of her shaved labia. 
Once I was fully seated in her still-steaming pussy, she looked 
at me over her shoulder.

"Fuck me for a few minutes to get good and slick. Okay?"

I merely nodded and grasped her hips. I began thrusting into her 
and she put her hands on the shower wall to brace herself. I was 
taking long, slow strokes, burying myself all the way inside her 
with each thrust. After a few minutes, I decided that I was 
probably slick enough, and withdrew.

When the cold water rushed over my newly-exposed dick, my head 
swam from the sensation. When I recovered, I looked down and 
Stacy was holding her cheeks apart with her hands. I took a 
minute and marveled at the sight before me, her trim waist and 
narrow hips before me, her ass held open for my pleasure. I shook 
my head, thinking to myself how lucky I was, and grasped the base 
of my cock. I eased forward until I met the pink bud of her ass. 
Easing forward more, until just my head was inside her, she 
moaned, low in her chest.

I continued forward until a little more of my shaft was inside 
her and then she released her cheeks. I grasped her hips as she 
put her hands on the shower wall, ready for my onslaught. I 
slowly thrust into her, until my cock was buried to the root.

Once I was firmly lodged in her ass, I ran my hands over her 
water-slick back. At her shoulder blades, I moved my hands around 
to cup her breasts, massaging her puffy nipples with my thumb and 
forefinger. Stacy moaned her approval.

I played with her breasts for a minute or two, and then she 
looked over her shoulder at me.

"Fuck me hard and fast. Slam into me."

I slowly withdrew, and then when just my head remained inside 
her, I paused for a moment. Stacy took one hand off the far 
shower wall and began rubbing her clit. I took that as my sign to 
begin and thrust into her with all my might. Stacy cried out in a 
mixture of pleasure and surprise, then moaned as I immediately 
pulled out for another powerful thrust.

True to her wishes, I fucked her hard and fast, our wet bodies 
slammed into each other under the spray of the cool water, Stacy 
moaning with each thrust. Soon, I felt my come boiling up and 
buried myself in her vise-like ass. With a rush, I felt my cock 
swell and begin to spurt inside her.

As I filled her with my semen, she screamed out in pleasure as 
her own orgasm washed over her. He body shuddered beneath me, her 
ass spasming and gripping my still-spurting cock. I tried to bury 
myself deeper inside her as waves of pleasure washed over me, 
overloading my senses.

When our mutual orgasms subsided, Stacy slowly pulled forward, 
off my dick. She leaned heavily on the shower wall, panting. I 
moved behind her and wrapped my arms around her midsection. She 
stood up, leaned back against me, and almost purred.

"Happy?" I asked softly.

She simply nodded and pressed back against me.

-----

After we washed each other and then dried off, we headed for the 
kitchen. Susan was there, with pots bubbling on the stove. She 
had shed her cream jacket and shoes, and had her blouse 
unbuttoned almost to her midriff. I also noticed that she had 
removed her bra, and under the thin fabric of her blouse, her 
nipples were clearly visible.

"Sorry I'm such a poor hostess," Stacy said guiltily.

Susan smiled at her reassuringly. "You were occupied," Susan 
said. Then her eyes dropped to the patch of hair that was all 
that remained of Stacy's bush. Her eyebrows rose appreciatively. 
"Very nice."

Stacy followed the direction of her gaze and blushed, then 
shrugged. "I liked yours, but wanted to do something different 
for Paul."

"You shaved for Paul?" Susan asked.

Stacy blushed again. "Well," she said hesitantly, "not just for 
Paul."

Susan's eyebrows rose.

"I really enjoyed it to. I was taking a bath last night, thinking 
about him coming over," she smiled shyly at me, "and I just knew 
I wanted to do it. I got so worked up, shaving, and thinking 
about what I wanted to do today. I went to bed early and played 
with myself until I exploded." She paused and smiled guiltily at 
us. "I'm surprised someone didn't call the cops."

Susan laughed musically. "Sounds like fun," she said.

Stacy blushed a deeper shade of red and nodded again.

"Well then," Susan said brightly, "I seem to be overdressed."

She handed the wooden spoon to Stacy, to stir the sauce, and 
directed me to set the table. While I did, she quickly removed 
the rest of her clothing, and soon rejoined us in the kitchen, 
deliciously nude. She gave each of us a quick kiss on the cheek 
and then began getting the rest of dinner ready.

-----

Over dinner, we talked about Susan's day, and Stacy shared - in 
shocking detail, as far as I was concerned - our afternoon's 
adventures. Susan seemed to relish my discomfort, and she 
certainly enjoyed Stacy's retelling of events.

Suddenly, I set my fork down and looked at Susan.

"What is it, Paul?" she asked, suddenly concerned.

"I was supposed to help you get supplies from the hardware 
store," I said guiltily.

She smiled. "I got here and you two were sound asleep, so I went 
back out on my own."

"I am so sorry," I said.

"Don't worry about it, Paul." Then she grinned wryly. "Mike 
McMasters was more than happy to help load everything."

Suddenly, I understood why she hadn't been wearing her bra 
earlier.

Susan nodded to me, as if reading my mind. Then she grinned 
wickedly. "He's such a handsome young man," she said innocently, 
"who has a healthy appreciation for a nice set of knockers."

Stacy just laughed. I marveled at Susan's audacity, then shook my 
head.

"Well, I'm sorry anyway," I said.

"Don't worry about it, Paul. I also used the time to do a little 
grocery shopping, and get all the stuff for dinner," she said, 
indicating the pasta and salad.

"Thank you very much," Stacy said.

"You're welcome," Susan said graciously.

-----

We finished our meal mostly in silence. I found that after my 
afternoon, I was ravenously hungry. Stacy was as well, judging by 
the amount of pasta she ate.

After Susan and Stacy had cleared the dishes, we moved to the 
couch. The two of them sat on the couch, and I sat cross-legged 
on the floor in front of them, admiring their bodies and simply 
enjoying the full sensation in my belly.

I wasn't really paying attention to their conversation until...

"You really run a nudist camp?" Stacy asked.

Susan looked at me and arched an eyebrow.

I shrugged guiltily.

"Was he not supposed to tell?" Stacy asked, concerned. 

"Well, it's not something that I advertise," Susan said, turning 
back to Stacy. "So please keep it to yourself." Stacy quickly 
nodded. "But yes, I do run a nudist camp."

"I had no idea," Stacy said.

"Most people don't."

"That is so cool."

Susan nodded and then grinned. "It does have its advantages." 
Both women looked at me.

"I'll bet!" Stacy said, giggling. "Is it all a big orgy or 
something?"

"No, not really," Susan said, laughing. "It's really pretty 
normal. It's like any other vacation resort, only the people 
don't wear clothes."

"So it's not like people screwing all the time?" Stacy asked.

"No. I imagine there's a lot of that going on, but people are 
mostly pretty private about it. It's a family camp, so most 
people there have children. Or are older couples. We don't have 
many singles there at all."

"So no swingers?"

"Oh, I didn't say that," Susan said quickly, grinning slyly at 
me.

I was confused. Why was she grinning at me? Was I some kind of 
swinger initiate and just didn't know it? I let it pass, but 
resolved to bring it up later.

"People are just... discrete... about it, if they are swinging," 
Susan said.

"Do you know any of the swingers?" I asked.

Susan nodded.

"Who?" I blurted out, my curiosity getting the better of my 
manners.

Susan shook her head and grinned. "I'll never tell," she said.

"Do I know any of them?" I asked, trying to wheedle an answer out 
of her.

"I'm sure you do," she said cryptically. "But that's all I'm 
going to say about it," she said with finality.

As my face fell, Stacy burst out laughing. I looked up at her, a 
pained expression on my face, and she laughed harder still.

"What?!" she asked through her laughter. "We're not enough for 
you?" she asked, indicating the two of them. "You need more?"

By now, Susan was laughing too, and both were grinning at me.

"I just think it's cool," I said glumly.

When their laughter subsided, Stacy looked at Susan. "He's so 
adorable," Stacy said.

Susan nodded and then grinned at me again. I tried to look 
sullen, but I couldn't. It was kind of funny. I was just 
tremendously excited by the idea that people at the camp were 
swinging. Even at 15, I understood what that was, and I was 
intrigued. I had discovered a whole new world at the camp, a new 
layer that until a short time before I hadn't realized existed. I 
was determined to pay more attention to the adults at the camp. I 
was dying to know who was and who wasn't, so to speak. I shook 
off those thoughts, and looked back up at the women on the couch.

"...come back to town?" Stacy asked.

"Hmm?" Susan asked.

"I understand, now, why it's more difficult for you," Stacy said 
quickly, then looked at me.

I nodded and let Susan think.

"The problem is," Susan said, "Paul and I can only come up with 
so many stories before his mom would start to wonder what's going 
on."

Stacy nodded.

"So I don't know if it'll be any time soon. We've got enough 
building supplies to last a while, and there's really no other 
reason for me to bring Paul to town."

Stacy nodded again.

"And I think asking your mom to bring you to town would be a 
little too weird," Susan said, grinning at me. "Even for her."

I blushed furiously.

"I could come out there..." Stacy said tentatively.

Susan looked up at her. Stacy nodded shyly.

"Would you be comfortable doing that?" Susan asked slowly.

Stacy hesitated a moment, then nodded again. "I think so. I'm 
comfortable around you two," she said, indicating our shared 
nudity. "But this is a little different," she said with a blush.

"Actually," Susan said, "it's not. Well, not all that different."

Stacy looked at me and I nodded.

"I'd have to work some overtime to get my car fixed," Stacy said, 
thinking it through. "So it couldn't be this weekend, or next 
weekend either. I think if I work two Saturdays, and double 
shifts every week day, I could scrape enough together to get the 
car fixed without having to dip into my tuition and books money."

"You really do keep that separate," Susan said, clearly 
impressed.

Stacy nodded forcefully. "I don't touch it for anything, if I 
don't have to."

"Well, here at least, I may be able to help you out," Susan said.

Stacy looked at her and raised her eyebrows.

Susan nodded. "I spoke to my accountant today, and he said he 
needs a new intern. I asked him what kind of person he was 
looking for, with what kind of experience," she said. Stacy 
leaned forward, clearly interested. "He said experience didn't 
matter, he would teach them what they needed to know. He just 
wanted someone who worked hard and had a good head on their 
shoulders."

Stacy nodded quickly.

"So I told him I might know someone who fit that description," 
Susan said.

"Who?" I asked.

Both women looked at me.

"Me, silly," Stacy said.
 
Then they both burst out laughing at me. I know I can be kind of 
slow on the uptake sometimes, but this was getting silly.

Fortunately for me, their laughter died down quickly.

"I told him you'd give him a call later this week, and schedule 
an interview; I'll write his number down for you," Susan said.

"Thank you so much," Stacy said, hugging Susan.

"You're very welcome. I asked him how much he paid too. Now, it's 
not much, but I suspect it's better than Winn Dixie," Susan said.

Stacy was on the edge of her seat, and I could tell that Susan 
was enjoying drawing it out.

Finally, Stacy couldn't stand it anymore. "Well? How much?"

Susan grinned at me and Stacy seemed like she was ready to 
explode. "He said he'd pay four dollars an hour, and if you did 
good work, he would pay you five dollars an hour after the first 
month."

Stacy's excitement was clear. And then she thought for a moment 
and her face fell.

"What's the matter?" Susan asked quickly.

"Well," Stacy said, "classes start in about a month and a half."

"Don't worry," Susan said, laughing. "I told him you were still 
in college, and he said that if you did good work, he'd be 
willing to work around your class schedule. So, as long as it 
doesn't interfere with your school, there's no reason you can't 
work there and attend classes at the same time."

Stacy's face lit up, and she hugged Susan.

"How can I ever thank you?" Stacy asked, tears of happiness 
beginning to stream down her face.

Susan hugged her fiercely in return. "Thank me by graduating from 
USC," she said quietly.

The two women held each other tightly. I got up and retrieved a 
box of tissues from the bathroom and returned to the living room. 
Stacy smiled up at me as I rejoined them, her eyes and nose both 
red. She sniffled and laughed, plucking several tissues from the 
box. She dabbed her eyes and blew her nose, then smiled again.

Before we left, Susan wrote down the number for Stacy to call, 
and we arranged for Stacy to call Susan the following week. Stacy 
was planning on coming to the camp the last weekend of July, once 
she got her car fixed.

Susan and I gathered up our clothes and prepared to leave. Stacy 
hugged us both, giving Susan a quick kiss on the cheek, and me a 
longer kiss on the lips. She waved to us from the door of the 
trailer, nude and beautiful.

-----

"That was a pretty cool coincidence," I said in the car on the 
way back.

"Hmm?"

"Your accountant needing a new intern like that."

Susan looked at me out of the side of her eye as she drove. Then 
she turned to appraise me coolly.

"Promise me you won't tell Stacy?"

I quickly nodded.

"My accountant certainly needs an intern, that's for sure. But I 
don't think he'd figured that out on his own yet. To tell the 
truth, I don't know if he ever would have. He's a good 
accountant, but sometimes he just doesn't see the forest for the 
trees. So I... suggested... to him that he could use some competent 
help."

I stared at her open-mouthed.

 "And when you have as much money as I have, your accountant 
better take seriously any suggestions you might have," she said, 
her eyes twinkling.

"You mean you made him give Stacy a job?"

"No, nothing like that," Susan said, laughing. "There weren't any 
hot pokers involved. I simply pointed out to him that a lot of 
the things he was having to do, which were taking away from 
managing my accounts, could just as easily be taken care of by an 
intern. Someone young, honest, and hard-working. He saw the logic 
of my suggestion and asked if I knew anyone."

"So he's hiring her just 'cause you asked?"

"It's not quite that simple. He does need the help, and Stacy is 
wasted at Winn Dixie. I suspect she'll more than earn her pay 
with my accountant. And sometimes, it's not so important what you 
know, as who you know."

"I guess," I said in disbelief.

"Some people in life will do very well, if they're given the 
opportunity. Think of it this way; tonight, I gave Stacy an 
opportunity. What she makes of it is up to her. But personally, I 
think she'll go far."

I had to agree. Stacy was nothing if not determined. And in a 
way, it made me happy to know that Susan had quietly helped out.

-----

We made the rest of the drive home in silence. It was just 
getting dark as we pulled up to the chain gate. Susan stopped the 
car and turned off the headlights. In the lingering twilight, she 
looked at me, a mischievous expression on her face.

"Did you have fun today?" she asked.

I nodded, a little confused.

"Good. I'm glad."

I nodded again, my confusion only deepening.

Susan turned in the seat and leaned forward. She put her hand on 
my crotch and started massaging me. With her right hand, she 
began tugging on the waistband of my shorts. I grinned at her. 
She shrugged and grinned in reply as I lifted my hips. With my 
help, she quickly had my shorts around my ankles.

My penis was slow to respond, and she leaned down and took me in 
her mouth. The attention of her talented lips and tongue quickly 
had me fully erect, and she began sucking me in long, slow 
strokes.

I leaned back in the seat and put my right hand on the back of 
her head. I put my left hand over the back of the seat and simply 
enjoyed the sensations she was creating in my dick. It took a 
long time for me to come, and Susan seemed to enjoy every minute 
of it, taking me as deep as she could and then slowly sucking her 
way back to the head.

When I did come, I thrust my hips up and held her head down, 
lodging my shaft deep in her throat. She moaned and the vibration 
sent me over the edge. My orgasm wasn't as intense as the earlier 
ones, but it seemed to last far longer.

When I finished spurting, Susan lifted her head a little and I 
felt her throat working against the head of my cock as she 
swallowed. She took me into the back of her throat again, working 
her lips against the base of my slowly-deflating manhood. I held 
her head down and enjoyed the feelings as she lavished attention 
on me.

Finally, when I was soft again, she lifted her head and grinned 
at me.

"I was hoping you'd saved some for me," she said, sitting back up 
and straightening her blouse.

I nodded, grinning foolishly, and tugged my shorts and underwear 
back up my legs. I pulled them the rest of the way up when I got 
out of the car to unlock the gate.

I rode with Susan all the way to her house, and unloaded the 
supplies from the back of the station wagon while she went inside 
and got undressed. She had several heavy bags of mulch and 
potting soil, a bunch of round-edged 4x4s, bricks, cinder blocks, 
boxes of nails, and more stuff in boxes. I didn't even wonder 
what it was all for as I stacked it neatly against one of the 
garage walls.

After I finished, Susan came out to thank me, and I soon headed 
back to our cabin. I wanted to get out of my clothes and see if I 
could find Gina.

-----

The next Friday, the day before our hike to the quarry, I was 
helping Susan move some of the supplies from the trip to the 
hardware store. She was  putting in a new planting bed and had me 
moving bags of mulch and border rails (the rounded 4x4s).

When we finished moving everything, we sat and had a glass of 
lemonade in her courtyard.

"Your mom told me you're hiking to the quarry tomorrow," Susan 
said.

I nodded, wondering where this was going.

"Just you and Gina?" she asked slyly.

I blushed and could see her grinning at me out of the corner of 
my eye. I shook my head. "Manfred and Jenny are going too."

"Ah."

She let the silence draw out.

"I always liked the quarry, I used to go there when I was your 
age."

I looked up at her in surprise.

She laughed and nodded. "I was your age once, you know," she said 
tartly, still grinning at me.

I blushed again.

"So things are heating up with you and Gina?"

I shrugged.

"Do you want them to?" she asked, smiling mischievously.

I nodded quickly.

"Would you like some advice?"

I nodded again.

"Okay, here's what you do..."

-----

Later that same night, Manfred, Jenny, Gina and I were playing 
pool. None of us wanted to stay up late because we wanted to get 
an early start in the morning. Gina and Jenny had already fixed 
our picnic lunch, so we could leave right after breakfast the 
next morning. The game broke up and Manfred went to walk Jenny 
back to her cabin.

"You want to play another game?" Gina asked as soon as Manfred 
and Jenny had left. Then she covered her mouth with her hand, 
yawning.

I grinned at her and shook my head. "I think I'm going to head to 
bed," I said. "Want to walk up with me?"

She considered for a moment then nodded.

I knew both my parents were out on the side porch of the 
clubhouse, talking to Gina's folks. Erin and her friends were 
playing a game at a table on the far side of the clubhouse. And I 
was fervently hoping that Gina's sister Kara wasn't up at their 
cabin.

As Gina and I walked up the hill towards our cabins, I 
tentatively reached out to hold her hand. My hand trembled for a 
moment as my skin first touched hers. She started at the contact 
and I thought she would withdraw her hand. But she quickly laced 
her fingers through my own and I felt my heart skip a beat.

I had been rehearsing what I wanted to say all day. Susan had 
helped me with the general idea, but the words would be my own. I 
just hoped that I wouldn't choke up and seem like an idiot.

I don't remember a single step of that walk up to her cabin; my 
mind was furiously working, going over, and over again, what I 
wanted to say. When I looked up and realized that we were at her 
cabin, I almost bolted. The cabin was dark, and I figured that 
Kara must be somewhere else. I relaxed a little at that. But only 
a little.

We walked up the steps to the darkened porch and I drew a deep 
breath. It was now or never. I turned towards her and held onto 
her hand.

"I'm..."

I swallowed hard and cleared my throat.

"I'm really looking forward to tomorrow," I said at last.

Gina looked up at me and smiled.

"But not for any of the normal reasons. I mean, normal reasons 
like you're really, really beautiful. Not because of that."

She made a moue, confused.

"I mean, you are. Beautiful, that is. But that's not why I'm 
looking forward to tomorrow. I mean, that's one of the reasons, 
but it's not the big one," I said, silently praying that I'd 
begin making sense before too long.

Gina's eyes widened, and I could feel her hand tremble.

"It's not that either," I said, as if reading her mind. "I mean, 
it is..." Her eyes widened again. "But it isn't. I want to, I 
really do." Her hand trembled again and I was desperately afraid 
she'd pull away from me. "But not yet," I quickly added. She 
relaxed, but only slightly. "I'm not making much sense, am I?" I 
asked forlornly.

She shook her head.

"I guess what I'm trying to say, badly," I smiled ruefully, "is 
that I really just want to be with you. I like talking to you. 
Sometimes, I like just lying next to you, knowing you're near me. 
So whatever happens tomorrow will happen. I just wanted you to 
know that I'll be happy simply knowing you're with me."

Finally, thankfully, I decided to close my mouth. I waited for 
her to run, or to laugh, or worse. About two seconds after I 
closed my mouth, however, she flowed into my arms, hugging me 
tightly.

Stunned, I put my arms around her and held her close. I simply 
savored the feeling of her luscious body pressed against me, her 
dark hair against my chest. I bent my head down and inhaled the 
scent of her; fragrant hair touched with the scent of cocoa 
butter.

She tilted her head back and looked up at me, her eyes bright 
with unshed tears. Her lips parted and I quickly pressed my own 
against them. She seemed to melt against me, and I held her 
tight. Her tongue sparred with mine and my penis began to harden. 
She started when she felt the tip press against her stomach, and 
pulled away from the kiss.

I was afraid she was going to pull away from me and silently 
cursed myself for getting hard. Then, to my amazement, I felt her 
nipples harden against me. She pressed her cheek against my chest 
and sighed.

"I meant what I said," I said softly. "I really do enjoy just 
being near you. But I guess the fact that you're beautiful too 
doesn't hurt."

She sniffled quietly and looked up at me.

"You think I'm beautiful?" she asked, her voice husky.

"I... You... Um..." I blushed and she grinned at me. "You know you're 
beautiful," I said softly.

She smiled and suddenly I was kissing her again. Her lips 
smoldered against my own, and our kiss was long and languid, full 
of heat. When she pulled away, she grinned at me again.

"What do you like best?" she asked coyly. She bit the inside of 
her lip and looked up at me, eyes coquettishly wide.

"Well," I said, "that's a big question."

She arched her eyebrows, inviting me to continue.

I decided to take advantage of a piece of advice Susan had given 
me earlier that day.

"I could go for any of the obvious answers," I said, to which she 
cocked her head, still grinning at me.

I had imagined her a million times, covertly watched her at every 
opportunity, and I knew her body almost as well as I knew my own.

I put my fingers against her cheek, lightly caressing her 
flawless skin. "I could say your face, or your eyes, or your 
lips," I said, kissing her lightly on those very same lips. "Or I 
could say your elegant neck." I drew my fingertips down the line 
of her neck, then bent to kiss her, light as a butterfly, at the 
hollow where her jaw met her neck.

"I could say it was your shoulders, or your arms," I said, 
drawing my hands down over her smooth skin. I felt her shiver in 
the cooling evening air. To her look of mild surprise, I turned 
her to face away from me. She shifted nervously, and I continued. 
"Or I could say your back." I ran my fingers down her back, 
lightly caressing her. "Or your butt; sometimes I get hard just 
thinking about it." I stepped close to her and my erection 
nestled against the crack of her ass.

I wrapped my arms around her again and caressed her shoulder with 
my lips, then moved to the base of her neck. She shivered as I 
held her close. "I could tell you that the thing I like most 
about you are your breasts," I said softly in her ear, moving my 
hands up to cup them, feeling their weight against my palms, 
"with nipples that beg to be sucked." She leaned back against me 
and moaned softly.

"I could say it was your beautiful stomach, or lovely hips," I 
said, releasing her breasts and running my hands down her flanks. 
"Or your legs, your gorgeous legs, which," I said, letting the 
pause draw out, "I imagine having wrapped around me, holding me 
inside you."

She moaned again, leaning her head back against my shoulder. My 
hands were slowly drawing up her thighs, towards a goal we both 
knew I'd reach very soon. I let my hands linger at the points of 
her hips, placing my palms against the flat of her abdomen, my 
fingers mere inches from her pubic hair.

"Or," I said softly, once again letting the pause draw out, "I 
could say what I like best about you is your pussy." I moved my 
hand down and ran my middle finger over her slit, parting her 
wiry pubic hair. The heat of her pussy washed over me, slick with 
the dew of her excitement. I pulled my hand back, leisurely 
dragging my finger over her clit. She hissed in pleasure and 
surprise.

"But I think what I like best about you...," I said, and tenderly 
kissed her earlobe. She shuddered and I smiled to myself. "What 
makes you more beautiful than any other girl I know, is this." 
With my left hand, I lightly touched her on the chest between her 
breasts. "You're beautiful on the inside too."

Without warning, she spun in my arms and kissed me fiercely. One 
hand pulled my head down while the other pulled me to her. I 
clutched her tightly and lost myself in her lips. When we pulled 
away from each other, we were both breathless.

We heard voices on the road, coming towards us, and both of us 
realized that it must be her family. I kissed her again, fierce 
and tight, pressing myself against her and feeling her press back 
in return.

"I'd better go," I said, breathing deeply.

She nodded and opened her eyes.

"I want you to do something for me."

She nodded blankly, then focused on me as if waking from a dream.

"Take a bath tonight."

She looked at me questioningly.

The voices coming up the road drew nearer.

"Take a bath tonight and play with yourself. I want you to think 
about me while you play with yourself. Will you do that?"

She took a deep breath and ground her hips against me, nodding 
mutely.

"Close your eyes and think about me doing this..."

Wordlessly, I pushed her back against the porch rail. I quickly 
dropped to my knees between her legs. She was too shocked to move 
as I spread her legs and bent my head forward, inhaling the scent 
of her arousal. With my right hand, I spread her lips and darted 
my tongue forward. She was dripping, and I savored her juices.

The voices were drawing nearer still as I licked up her slit and 
flicked my tongue against the hood protecting her clit. I put my 
lips over the hooded little pearl and circled it with my tongue. 
Her legs suddenly went limp and I was glad I had pushed her back 
against the porch rail. I circled her clit one more time, tasting 
her tangy sweetness, and then stood.

She was swaying gently, and I pulled her to me, kissing her 
ardently. She seemed to be in a daze as I broke our kiss.

I looked into her eyes as she slowly focused on me again.

"Think of me doing that while you take a bath tonight. Okay?"

She nodded drunkenly.

I looked over her shoulder and saw figures coming up the road, 
towards the cabin. I could vaguely make out Kara and Gina's mom. 
Thinking feverishly, I pulled my erection to the side and put my 
hand on my hip, holding my hard-on against my body with my spread 
fingers. Anyone looking closely would realize the deception, but 
on the dark porch, I didn't think either of the older women would 
notice.

"Who's there?" one of them asked.

"Hi Elizabeth. Hi Kara. It's Paul," I said, taking a step back 
from Gina and turning my body to hide my erection. It was an 
awkward-looking position, but I didn't think I'd have to pass 
close scrutiny.

The two women walked up the path towards the stairs. Gina still 
hadn't moved, or said anything, and I began to worry about her.

"I just walked Gina up to the cabin a few minutes ago," I lied.

"Oh," Elizabeth said. "That was very gentlemanly of you. Gina's 
lucky to have you watching out for her."

"Oh," I said quickly, smiling at Gina, "I'm the lucky one."

"Ha! No wonder she likes you," Kara said, half snorting.

Elizabeth quietly admonished her and the two women came up the 
stairs, passing us without so much as a second look. They went 
into the cabin and the porch light snapped on above us. Gina's 
mom had left the cabin door open, and could have easily seen us 
out the screen door. I grinned at Gina. She was still leaning 
against the porch rail, legs still spread slightly.

With my back to the women inside the cabin, I finally released my 
aching hard-on. I leaned in to kiss Gina on the cheek, my bobbing 
erection bumping against her hip. When I pulled back, she looked 
at me and grinned broadly.

"Are you going to take a bath when I leave?" I asked softly.

She nodded slowly.

"And are you going to think about my tongue on your pussy?"

She nodded, quicker this time.

"Are you going to play with yourself?"

She nodded almost immediately.

I leaned in to kiss her again; a chaste kiss on the cheek, with 
her mother and older sister potentially watching.

I quickly whispered in her ear, "Me too."

I pulled back and looked at her again, grinning from ear to ear.

She smiled at me in return, and to my surprise, leaned forward 
and kissed me on the lips, quick and light.

"Good night," I said as she pulled away.

"Good night."

"I can't wait for tomorrow," I said, keeping my voice pitched 
low.

She nodded and blushed, grinning at me. "Me too," she quietly 
mouthed.

With that, I bounded down the stairs, headed for our cabin. I 
looked back once and waved. Gina was still standing against the 
porch rail, silhouetted by the porch light.

I don't think I'd ever been as excited as I was at that moment. I 
couldn't wait for the next day to dawn.

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