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Author: Scipio
Title: Summer Camp - Book One: Susan
Part: Chapter 20
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
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Summer Camp - Book One: Susan
by Scipio

CHAPTER TWENTY

The next morning, I waited until Dad and Erin headed down to the 
clubhouse before getting out of bed. Dad was going to fix his 
famous banana pancakes, but I wanted to talk to Mom first.

"Mom?" I ventured hesitantly when I came out of the bathroom.

"Yes, honey?"

"Um... can I go hiking this Saturday?"

She raised her eyebrows, clearly wanting more information.

"Gina and I were thinking about going hiking to the quarry on 
Saturday," I said in a rush.

Mom arched one eyebrow at me, clearly realizing that we were Up 
To Something. "Just the two of you."

I hesitated, then nodded.

"I don't know if that's such a good idea," Mom said.

My face fell. Every time I'd asked to go before, she'd said yes. 
Why was she saying no now? I began to get flustered, wondering 
what she knew. She stepped closer to me and her eyes softened.

"Oh, honey," she said gently. "There's something up between you 
two," she said archly. "And I think I know exactly what it is 
that's 'up,'" she added, looking pointedly at my flaccid penis.

I blushed furiously.

"And Gina's parents know something's going on between you two," 
she said. "We even talked about it last night, after the movie."

Our parents were talking about us? I began to panic again.

"Lucky for you," Mom said with a gentle laugh, "that Gina's mom 
didn't kiss you last night. Then she'd know something was up for 
sure."

My jaw dropped and she chuckled. "How did you know?" I asked, 
stunned.

She laughed again, smiling at me and shaking her head. "You think 
I don't know what it smells like?"

I was always amazed when my mom knew more than I thought she 
would. I guess I never gave her credit for being a really smart 
woman. That was a mistake I intended not to repeat. Ever.

"Just tell me one thing," Mom said. "Tell me you didn't pressure 
her. I don't think you'd do something like that, but I also know 
a thing or two about young men," she said, her eyes smiling.

She would, at that, I thought to myself ruefully. I quickly shook 
my head.

"Good," she said, her relief obvious. "I knew you wouldn't, but I 
wanted to be sure."

I blushed and lowered my eyes.

"Did she enjoy it?"

My eyes snapped up and I froze, my jaw hanging open again.

In spite of her best efforts, Mom laughed at me - light, magical 
laughter. Then she saw my face and made an attempt to be serious.

I blushed even deeper, and could feel the heat in my face, neck, 
and ears. Finally, I closed my mouth.

"I take it she did," Mom said, still laughing with her eyes.

I nodded helplessly and she smiled again.

"Well," she said, finally quelling her laughter, "you just keep 
going down on her, and she'll be a very, very happy young lady."

At my stricken expression, Mom burst into laughter again. Why, I 
moaned to myself, did the most important women in my life have to 
tease me?

"But seriously," she said, her eyes bright. "If you two want to 
go hiking by yourselves on Saturday, I'm sure Gina's parents' 
answer will be no. I wouldn't let you go by yourselves either."

"But Mom," I said, beginning the age-old lament of denied 
children everywhere, "that's not fair."

"No," she said seriously, "it's not. And I'm not even the mother 
of a teenage daughter who is obviously very smitten with a young 
man."

I looked at her again, half in shock, half in amazement.

She chuckled again. "Oh yes," Mom said gently, "she's head over 
heels, unless I've forgotten what it's like to be a 15-year-old 
girl."

I blushed again and grinned like an idiot.

"But you still can't go by yourselves." She paused, to let that 
sink in. "You're a creative young man," she said with a wink, 
"you'll think of something."

I grinned again and began to furiously analyze what she'd said. 
How could I be creative enough to get what I, what we, wanted? I 
started thinking about the possibilities when Mom interrupted me 
with a laugh.

"Paul, you are incorrigible!"

I blushed, and smirked insouciantly.

"Now," she said, "let's go get some of your dad's pancakes."

-----

"So that's the problem," I said, neatly summing things up for 
Gina.

We were sitting outside the clubhouse on the patio. I had found 
that I wasn't hungry, and grabbed Gina as soon as she entered the 
clubhouse. Gina was deep in thought when the screen door opened 
and I looked up to see Kendall step outside.

"Hey y'all," she said brightly. "I thought I saw you two out 
here." Then she saw our faces. "What's the matter?" she asked, 
sitting on the cinderblock wall opposite us.

Gina quickly outlined the problem for her, minus a few key 
details.

"Oh, that's simple," Kendall said.

Gina and I both stared at her and she laughed.

"You should see your faces," she said, suddenly getting serious 
when she realized we weren't laughing. "No, seriously, it's 
simple. _I'll_ go with you."

I wanted to swallow my own tongue. It's not that I _minded_ 
Kendall; in fact, I actually _liked_ her. But Gina wanted to 
spend some time alone with me, and I desperately wanted to be 
alone with her as well. Having Kendall along as a third wheel 
would completely upset our plans.

"That's a great idea!" Gina said suddenly.

I looked at her in shock. Was she mad?!

"Look," Kendall said to me, explaining things slowly. I cringed, 
but she continued anyway. "Her parents'll think that she and I 
will watch out for each other, and that you two won't have the 
privacy to get into... whatever."

Whatever, as she put it, was _exactly_ what I wanted to get into! 
And I couldn't do that with Kendall tagging along.

"No, silly," she said, reading my expression like a book, "I just 
wanna get out of here for a few hours. I can take my book, and my 
tanning oil, and lay out while you two go do... whatever... by 
yourselves."

Slowly, like a glacier retreating, I began to see her logic. I 
swallowed hard and looked at her intently. "You'd do that?"

I looked at Gina. She was smiling at me and biting the inside of 
her lip. I knew she was probably just as nervous, and excited, as 
I certainly was.

I looked at Kendall. She looked at each of us and smiled. Then 
she nodded.

"Let's go ask your mom," Gina said, clutching my hand.

I was nearly dragged inside, trailed by a smug and almost-
snickering Kendall.

-----

"Mom?" I asked, stepping up to the table. "Dad?"

Gina still held my hand, and Kendall was behind us. We had all 
put on our best We're-Not-Really-Up-To-Something faces. This was 
it. I was certain that my future with Gina rested upon the 
shoulders of my parents.

"What is it, sweet pea?" Mom asked, looking up at us.

"Gina, Kendall, and I wanted to go hiking this Saturday. To the 
quarry. Can we go?"

My father almost choked on his milk. He sputtered and coughed, 
nearly spilling the remainder of his glass. He quickly set it on 
the table and covered his mouth with his fist. Mom put her hand 
on his arm, looking concerned. When Dad recovered, he cleared his 
throat and looked at Mom. She nodded almost imperceptibly and he 
looked back to us.

"Make sure you get back on time this time," he said somewhat 
ominously.

"So we can go?" I asked. My heart felt like it would burst.

He nodded gravely and I got serious.

"I'll make sure we're back on time, Dad."

"Let's go ask my folks," Gina said, tugging on my arm. She nearly 
pulled me off my feet.

"Whoa!"

All three of us turned around and looked at my mom.

"Get some breakfast first," she said to us. "You can ask your 
folks after you've eaten," she said to Gina. "Now, why don't you 
ladies have a seat while Paul and I fix you some pancakes."

"Thank you, Beth," Gina said politely. She and Kendall took a 
seat at the next table. Gina favored me with a brilliant, heart-
wrenching smile, and then began chatting animatedly with Kendall.

I followed Mom to the kitchen counter. My father always made lots 
of pancakes when he cooked, enough for anyone in the camp to have 
some. Everyone loved them, and my father enjoyed folks enjoying 
his cooking. There were four plates stacked high with pancakes, 
covered in a clean dishtowel to keep them warm.

Mom and I set about fixing three plates of pancakes and sausage 
links, and then she leaned over to me.

"Paul, I said be creative," she said quietly, her eyes twinkling 
with suppressed laughter. "But jeez."

I think I blushed six shades of red.

-----

Friday night, Gina spent hours in the kitchen with her mother. 
The two of them made meatloaf--from which they could make 
meatloaf sandwiches--coleslaw, and fruit salad. Kendall offered 
to help, and the two of them made sugar cookies. I tried to stay 
close, but Gina finally shooed me out of the clubhouse.

Driven from the clubhouse, I headed up to our cabin to make sure 
everything was ready. I'd borrowed an old army pack from Susan--
Manfred and his two backpacks were obviously not available--and 
had packed a pair of blankets and my towel. I could pack the 
girls' towels in the morning before we left, and then pack the 
picnic lunch on top of that. The pack would be heavily loaded, 
but I was looking forward to the trip more than I was worried 
about the weight.

I could hardly wait to go to sleep that night. Mom smiled 
knowingly at me before turning out the light. I only grinned in 
reply, and then, of course, blushed.

-----

Somehow, I managed to get a good night's rest. I woke up early 
and quietly climbed down the ladder. When I emerged from the 
bathroom, Mom was smiling at me from bed. She quietly extracted 
herself from my father's embrace and stood up. Her hair was 
tousled and her eyes were still sleepy, but she looked pleased 
nonetheless.

I smiled in return as I picked up my laden pack and quietly 
opened the cabin door. Mom came out onto the porch with me, 
pulling the cabin door closed after her.

I slung the pack over one shoulder and turned to her.

"Oh, to be young again," she said wistfully.

"Mom, I..."

"Shhh," she said. "I know."

"I love you, Mom."

"I love you too, honey. I'm glad you're going. I was a bit 
surprised that you came up with a solution as quickly as you did, 
and with whom. But I'm happy for you."

I blushed again. How could she make me do that?!

"Paul?" she asked, her voice low and serious.

I looked at her and she held my eyes.

"Paul, if you two decide to... um... well. If you two decide to..."
She 
looked at me helplessly, he expression full of concern and love.

I felt my face flush and my ears grew hot. "We're not, Mom. Not 
yet."

She raised her eyebrows.

"She's not ready," I said quietly. "And I'm not going to put 
pressure on her."

"Her family's leaving tomorrow, right?"

I nodded, feeling my heart twist. On one hand, I couldn't believe 
that I was having this conversation with my mom. On the other, I 
was nearly stricken dumb thinking about not seeing Gina for a 
year.

"It'll be next summer before you see her again," Mom said softly. 
"You're not going to..."

I shook my head. "She's not ready. And it's... important," I said 
quietly.

Mom suddenly had to blink back tears. She hugged me tightly. I 
wrapped my free arm around her and shifted the pack so I could do 
the same with the other arm. I had no idea what had gotten her 
emotional, and I fervently hoped it wasn't something I'd said.

She stepped back and wiped her eyes, smiling at me. "You'll be 
careful?" she asked.

I nodded.

She stood on tip-toes and kissed my cheek.

I turned and headed for the clubhouse, my thoughts awhirl. I'd 
never had a conversation like that before, and I was stunned. I 
was thinking about it all the way down the hill, replaying it in 
my head. Did I just have a conversation with my mom about taking 
Gina's virginity? With a shake of my head, I realized I had.

-----

When I got to the clubhouse, I was greeted by Gina's beaming 
smile. I banished all thoughts of strange conversations as she 
ran to me. I hurriedly set the pack on the pool table and caught 
her in my arms, lifting her easily and swinging her around. She 
squealed in delight and pressed her lips against mine.

When we broke our kiss and I set her down, I looked up and saw 
Kendall trying to be inconspicuous. I grinned shyly at her and 
she blushed.

"You two really are a cute couple," Kendall said, picking up her 
rolled towel.

Gina and I both grinned.

I set Gina down and picked up my pack. Gina tugged me towards the 
kitchen area and I eagerly followed. She had our picnic lunch 
laid out on one of the tables. In addition to that, she had egg 
sandwiches already prepared for breakfast.

"How long have you been up?" I asked incredulously, looking at 
the breakfast sandwiches and neatly packed picnic lunch.

Gina smiled shyly. "About an hour and a half," she said softly.

"Wow," I said, whistling quietly at all she had done. "Thanks."

She grinned at me and I knew I was the luckiest guy in the world.

The egg sandwiches were still warm, so we ate them first, hastily 
washing them down with orange juice. Then, we set about packing 
our towels and the picnic lunch in the old army pack. It was a 
tight fit, but I finally closed the flap over everything and 
cinched the pack shut.

I hefted it with a groan and heard the Cokes settle into place 
with a clink. The pack was easily twice as heavy as the one I'd 
carried when the four of us had last hiked to the quarry. Since 
it was only me carrying everything, however, it would have to do. 
I settled the pack on my shoulders and we walked through the 
screen door onto the dew-covered lawn, heading down the hill 
towards the lake.

-----

Kendall actually wore good quality hiking boots, and kept up with 
the pace I set. Since I was carrying so much, and not used to it, 
I set a little slower pace than usual. Gina was a little anxious, 
but she realized that I was the one carrying all our stuff, so 
she was quiet about it. With the slower pace, she and Kendall 
chatted amiably about the quarry and its environs.

We reached the tumbled-down rim wall a little more than two hours 
after setting out. I had worn my watch--despite the fact that I 
was so unused to wearing it that it chafed--and saw that it was 
only a little after nine o'clock. As long as we were back at the 
camp by six o'clock, we were fine. I decided that we'd better 
leave by half past three, just to be sure.

As Gina and I unpacked the army pack, Kendall simply marveled at 
the surroundings. I once again dunked the Cokes in the cold water 
in the lee of the flat-top rock while Gina put our lunch in the 
shade. Kendall turned and helped pull blankets and towels out of 
the pack, then sat down to unlace her boots. Gina and I quickly 
joined her.

Kendall stood and stretched when she had her shoes and socks off. 
I covertly watched her, making sure that Gina didn't notice. For 
such a big girl, Kendall was actually very slender. Her height 
and large breasts always made me think she was bigger, but her 
legs were long and lean, and her stomach was as flat as Stacy's. 
With a graceful arch, she dived into the water and Gina turned to 
grin at me.

"She has such a beautiful body," Gina said, keeping her voice 
low.

"Not as beautiful as you," I said, playfully reaching for her.

She giggled and smacked my hand away. "I wish I were that tall," 
she said wistfully.

"I don't!"

She looked at me and blinked.

"If you were that tall," I continued, nodding at the older girl, 
floating on her back in the lake, "then I don't think we'd... fit."

"You mean you like me because I'm short?" she asked, biting her 
inner lip.

"No," I said, desperately trying not to sound exasperated. "I 
like you because you're smart, beautiful, and sexy."

She grinned shyly and looked down.

"And short," I added.

Her eyes flew open and she gaped at me. I couldn't help but laugh 
at her expression. She realized I was teasing her, mostly, and 
laughed as well.

I quickly stood up and extended my hand to help her up. She 
reluctantly took it and stood gracefully. I pulled her close and 
put my arms around her. She resisted for a moment, then realized 
that I wasn't going to let her go.

I put my lips next to her ear. She stopped squirming when I 
kissed her tenderly.

"Let's go for a quick swim, to cool off and be polite," I said 
quietly.

She nodded hesitantly.

"Then, we can walk up to the top of the falls. We can spread our 
blanket out..." Her resistance was weakening. "And I can take my 
time," I said, running my hand down her spine, since I no longer 
needed to hold her against me. "I can explore a few of the many," 
I murmured, kissing her neck, then down the line of her shoulder, 
"many things that I like about you."

Her breathing had quickened and she shuddered in my embrace, all 
resistance vanished.

"Would you like that?"

She whimpered and nodded, melting against me.

"Now," I said softly, kissing her neck. "Are you ready to take a 
quick dip before we go?"

She nodded hesitantly and I slowly released her. She smiled shyly 
up at me and I almost relented. Much as I wanted to, however, I 
knew we'd hurt Kendall's feelings if we simply took off and 
headed for the top of the falls.

So Gina and I walked, hand in hand, to the edge of the boulder. I 
watched her beautiful body arc into the water, raising a slight 
splash, and followed her.

Kendall lifted her head out of the water as she heard us dive in, 
and we quickly swam out to her.

We generally goofed off for a few minutes, simply enjoying the 
cool of the lake after the heat and sweat of the hike. Gina's 
eyes were smoldering every time she looked at me, however, and I 
could tell she was very anxious to head up to the falls. Kendall 
could tell too, and smiled at us.

"You two have somewhere to go?" she asked. "Somewhere private, I 
mean?"

Gina blushed furiously, her complexion darkening further with her 
embarrassment. I only grinned, and nodded sheepishly.

"Go on then," Kendall said. "I'll be fine here. I might eat your 
lunch if you're not back by then, but I'll be fine."

"You're sure?" Gina asked.

Kendall nodded and Gina wasted no time. She tugged my arm and 
began swimming towards the flat-top rock. With a helpless grin at 
Kendall, who only shrugged and grinned in turn, I quickly swam 
after Gina.

-----

Gina practically raced me to the top of the falls. I took my 
time, enjoying her building desire. I began to see the appeal of 
teasing someone, to prolong the anticipation and the eventual 
enjoyment. Susan's antics suddenly made much more sense to me as 
I walked nonchalantly into the clearing by the pool at the top of 
the falls.

Gina already had the blanket laid out and was kneeling in the 
center of it, her feet tucked under her body. She was biting the 
inside of her lip, and when I saw her, I couldn't help but grin.

She looked at me, eyes going wide, and I could see her start to 
panic. With a flip of my chin, I motioned for her to stand up. 
She was breathing quicker, but not because of her desire, and I 
moved towards her, smiling reassuringly.

I set the pack down and wrapped my arms around her; she looked up 
at me, blinking back tears. I nearly melted when her large, dark 
eyes filled with moisture. I held her close and brushed her hair 
with my hand. She sobbed against me and I merely held her, 
feeling her hot tears washing down my chest.

When she calmed down a little, I pulled back and lifted her chin. 
Her eyes were red-rimmed and her face was streaked with tears. 
She sniffled pathetically and pouted.

"What's the matter?" I asked gently.

She drew a ragged breath and began to tear up again. "I wanted it 
to be perfect," she sobbed. "And now I've ruined everything."

"What makes you think that?"

She sobbed again and blinked at me, fresh tears running down her 
cheeks. "I wanted to make you happy, and now I'm all weepy, and 
you don't want to have anything to do with me," she said through 
her tears.

"What makes you think I don't want to have anything to do with 
you?" I asked, genuinely incredulous.

"Because you're not hard," she sobbed.

I was stunned. And then I laughed.

She looked up at me, confusion and hurt marring her beautiful 
face.

My heart wrenched and I smiled at her. I decided that I'd better 
explain, right away.

"Gina, I couldn't be happier. I'm here with the girl I love, 
we've got all day in a beautiful spot. I'm hoping to show her... to 
show you... just how much I love you."

"You are," she said in a small voice.

I nodded quickly, reassuringly. "I want to have everything to do 
with you. I don't want to ever let you go," I said, looking into 
her tear-filled eyes.

"Really?"

I nodded. "And I'm not hard because I'm worried about you more 
than anything else."

"You are?" Sniffle.

"Mmm hmm. We don't have to rush anything. I'm the luckiest guy in 
the world just to be with you," I said earnestly.

"You really think so?"

I nodded firmly. "I do."

"I love you so much," she said softly, and pressed her face 
against my chest. It was still wet from her tears, but so was her 
cheek, and she didn't seem to mind.

I held her close, stroking her hair.

Suddenly, she laughed; a short, rueful laugh.

"Hmm?" I asked.

She pulled back and looked at me. Her eyes were mostly dry, but 
still red, and she sniffled. "I wanted to suck you too. I 
promised you. And now I've gone and ruined that too." She 
sniffled again and looked miserable.

I chuckled and she looked up at me, her eyes threatening to tear 
up again. I quickly explained. "You haven't ruined anything," I 
said. "Besides," I hastily added, "you can't be stuffed up all 
day."

At that, she grinned; then sniffled. She smiled shyly at me and I 
kissed her softly.

"I love you," I said, holding her close once again.

She clutched me tightly and took a shuddering breath.

"Because you're short."

With that, she pinched me, hard. I yelped and she grinned at me, 
the tension broken.

"You want to cool off?" I asked, nodding at the elongated pool. 
"Then relax?"

She nodded quietly. "In a second."

She rummaged around in the pack and extracted one of the paper 
napkins for our picnic. She turned away and blew her nose. When 
she turned back, she daintily folded the napkin and placed it on 
the ground next to the blanket. She smiled at me, red-nosed and 
red-eyed, and I held my hand out to her.

-----

We took a quick dip in the pool, just to rinse off and cool down, 
and then waded out. Gina picked up the towel and began to dry 
herself. When she was done, she motioned for me to stand still, 
and dried me as well. In the cold water of the pool, my penis had 
shrunk, and my poor balls had tried to reach the warmth of my 
stomach.

Gina kissed my shriveled scrotum and then playfully sucked the 
tip of my dick. With a laugh, however, she stood and grinned at 
me.

"Poor little guys just wanna be warm," she said in a little-girl 
voice.

I grinned and pulled her into my arms. She came willingly and my 
lips crushed against hers. Her tongue played with mine and I 
broke the kiss, sucking her lip as I released her.

I nodded at the blanket and she held up her index finger, 
motioning me to wait. She walked over to one of the boulders near 
the edge of the rim wall, laid our towel out to dry in the sun, 
and then she scampered back. I caught her in my arms, lifting and 
swinging her around.

Her lips crushed against mine and she darted her tongue into my 
mouth. When I spun to a stop, I held her against me, her feet 
several inches off the ground, and simply enjoyed the taste of 
her warm mouth. The sensation was heightened when her nipples 
erected and dug into the flesh of my chest. I growled at her, 
deep in my throat, and she giggled.

Finally, reluctantly, I set her down. I let her sink to the 
blanket and then lowered myself over her. She lay on her back and 
I propped myself to the side, on one elbow. I separated her legs 
with one of my own, and lowered my face to hers.

We kissed for several minutes and I idly toyed with her left 
nipple as our tongues danced against each other.

"Paul?" she asked as we separated and looked into each other's 
eyes.

"Mmm hmm?"

"Will you teach me how to suck you?"

That got my attention. My penis was immediately hard against her 
hip. She giggled as it pressed against her warm flesh. Then she 
got serious again.

"You did just fine the other night," I said.

"Mmmmm," she said, remembering. "But that was my first time, and 
I sorta knew what I was doing, but I'd never done it before. I 
want you to show me what you like."

"What do you mean you 'sorta knew what you were doing?'"

She blushed and lowered her eyes. "I... well..." She rolled her eyes 
at me. "Will you show me what you like?" she asked again, 
changing the subject.

I decided to let her off the hook. With feigned innocence, I 
asked, "How do you know I know what I like?"

She blushed and then bit the inside of her lip. "Paul..."

"Mmm hmm."

"I know you've... I know you've had more experience than me," she 
said in a rush. "I don't know if I want to know how, or where, 
but I know you have." She looked into my eyes, daring me to 
disagree.

"What makes you think that?"

"You didn't just figure out how to do... that... with your tongue," 
she said, pointing down her body.

I smiled and shook my head.

"And you do things that make me... that make me feel... like I'm 
going to explode," she continued, growing bolder. "I can't 
explain it, but when I think about you, I get so wet sometimes. 
And when you touch me," she said, her eyes rolling, "I feel like 
I'm floating."

I kissed her, and she pressed herself against me, arching her 
back as I pressed my hand against her abdomen and moved it lower.

When she pulled back, she was breathing heavily, her eyes closed. 
She opened them and slowly focused on my face. Then she smiled 
and kissed me tenderly.

"I want to make you feel like you make me feel," she said softly.

"Mmmmm, you do," I said, nuzzling her neck, my hand moving lower 
still.

"Oh, God!" she breathed as I sank my middle finger into the 
furnace of her pussy.

She arched her back again and bucked her hips against me. Her 
pussy was tight, and very wet, and I eased my finger in past the 
second knuckle. She hissed in pleasure, writhing under me.

Then her eyes popped open and she pushed me back. Seeing her 
intense, focused expression, I stopped moving my finger within 
her.

"I want to suck you," she said, her voice husky with desire. "I 
want you to teach me."

I reluctantly withdrew my finger from her steamy pussy. She 
sighed as it pulled free, and then her eyes widened as I raised 
my finger before her, slick with her juices. Her eyes locked onto 
it like a hawk watching a rabbit. With a grin, I brought my slick 
finger to her lips.

She greedily sucked it into her mouth, tasting her tangy fluids. 
I pulled it from her sucking lips and grinned at her as her eyes 
popped open, looking for more.

I ran my index finger along her full, wet lips and looked into 
her eyes.

"Teach me how to suck your dick, Paul. Please. I want to taste 
you. I want to feel you explode in my mouth. I want..."

"Shhhh," I said, putting my finger over her lips and nodding.

She smiled at me and then kissed the tip of my finger, her eyes 
closing delightfully.

When she opened them, smiling at me with her big, dark eyes, I 
took a deep breath and smiled nervously. I gathered my courage 
and ran my finger around her lips again, spreading her saliva 
over them. I knew I was stalling for time, and finally resolved 
myself to speak.

"Give me your hand," I said.

She blinked at me, then slowly raised her hand.

"At first," I said, kissing her finger, "you just wanna tease me 
a little, kissing, licking, and maybe sucking a little." I suited 
actions to words, and she watched raptly as I took her finger in 
my mouth. "The head's the sensitive part, and you can really 
drive me nuts just by concentrating there." I suckled the tip of 
her finger, running my tongue over it and making her gasp.

"Lick up and down the sides too, and the bottom. And kiss it all 
over," I said, looking into her eyes as my lips moved over her 
finger. "It's usually real hard, but the skin still moves, so you 
don't have to worry about hurting me. Just don't use your teeth, 
unless you're real careful. You can nip at it, but make sure not 
to do it too hard," I said, playfully biting at the tip of her 
finger. She giggled, but got seriously again quickly.

"Some fluid will leak out the tip," I said, licking the end of 
her finger. "It's pre-come, and it's okay. If I'm really excited, 
there'll be a lot of it sometimes."

She nodded, listening intently.

"When you've got me really worked up, then you can take me in 
your mouth." I sucked her finger into my mouth, working my tongue 
over the bottom. "Keep your lips tight," I said, after pulling it 
out of my mouth. "Make sure your teeth don't scrape me, that 
kinda hurts if I'm not expecting it."

"I remember," she said, grinning.

I nodded. "When you're ready to get me off, when I'm really 
worked up and I start trying to force more of my dick in your 
mouth, just take long strokes, back and forth." I showed her, 
bobbing my head on her finger, caressing her with my taut lips. 
"Try to take as much in your mouth as you can. But don't worry if 
you can't take as much as you want, it gets easier with 
practice."

She looked at me archly and I blushed.

"I think I'm going to have to thank the girl who taught you how 
to give head so well," she said playfully.

I blushed again. I grinned at her like an idiot, and she grinned 
in reply. Finally, I got serious again. "I'll tell you when I'm 
ready to come, so it won't surprise you."

She nodded.

"When I'm ready, clamp your lips down pretty tight and stroke the 
base of my cock," I said, then demonstrated on her finger.

"And then I get to taste you?" she asked, enraptured.

I nodded. "You wanna try?" I asked, releasing her hand and 
rubbing my finger against her lips.

Instead of answering, she captured the tip of my finger and 
sucked gently. She closed her eyes, and looking at her face, I 
felt my erection twitch. She felt it as well, and smiled around 
my digit.

She licked and teased my finger, mimicking what I'd demonstrated, 
then started taking long, slow strokes. Then, with an insouciant 
grin, she popped my finger out of her mouth and looked at me.

"Do I pass?"

I nodded, holding my breath.

"Do I get to take my _oral exam_ now?" she asked, grinning at me.

I swallowed hard and nodded.

Her eyes smoldering, she pushed me onto my back and came up on 
all fours. With a hand, she brushed her hair back and kissed me, 
hard. She started planting kisses down my neck and over my chest. 
She didn't waste any time, however, in crawling between my legs.

She lifted my cock with her right hand, and with a rush, I felt 
her hot breath on my member. She flicked her tongue out and 
licked the bottom of my glans, making me hiss with pleasure. She 
continued teasing my head, giving it big, wet kisses and sucking 
gently.

She wrapped her tongue around the crown and then took me in her 
mouth. Just a few inches, but it felt incredible. She sucked 
gently and then lifted her head. Her hair was hot and damp on my 
chest as she kissed her way down one side of my shaft, then back 
up the other.

Then she took me in her mouth again. She couldn't take more than 
a few inches, but she laved her tongue over all that she could 
take, and I closed my eyes in ecstasy. Her lips tight, she slowly 
withdrew my cock from her mouth. She began kissing and licking 
the crown, wrapping her hand around the base and pumping.

She continued like that for what seemed like an eternity, teasing 
my head and pumping my length. Without warning, she plunged her 
head down and took almost half my length. Then she began bobbing 
up and down, sucking me with long, slow strokes.

I was in heaven. I propped myself up on my elbows to watch her. 
As she knelt between my legs, I marveled once again at how 
beautiful she was. With one hand, I moved her hair aside and she 
looked up at me, making eye contact. Her eyes twinkled as they 
met mine, but she never slowed her pace.

Her lips formed a perfect "O" around my shaft, making love to my 
penis. I watched for as long as I could, enraptured by the sight 
of her sucking me. But finally, the sensations overwhelmed me, 
and I felt my orgasm building.

I let my head fall back and groaned.

"I'm gonna come," I croaked.

Gina went into overdrive. She locked her lips around my shaft, 
just behind the crown, and began pumping me with long, sure 
strokes. I felt my balls tighten and knew I was only moments away 
from coming.

Fireworks exploded behind my eyes as I erupted. Gina made a 
delighted noise, her pleasure and surprise evident, and kept 
pumping me. Spurt after spurt shot into her mouth, until it 
seemed that I couldn't come another drop. She kept her lips 
locked around my cock, pumping and swallowing.

When my orgasm finally subsided, I relaxed my clenched back and 
leg muscles and twitched against her. My arms wouldn't hold me 
and I collapsed on my back, my chest heaving. Gina was making 
wonderful, contented noises as she nursed my cock. I didn't 
shrink a bit, and she kept slowly pumping me and gently sucking 
the head.

Finally, she pulled her mouth from my dick and took a deep 
breath. She took me as far as she could and clamped her lips 
tight around my girth. She sucked gently and massaged me with her 
tongue; her mouth felt wonderful.

I struggled to lift myself on my suddenly rubbery arms and looked 
down at her. Her face was rapturous as she gently sucked my cock, 
still gripping the base with her hand. When she felt me sit up, 
she looked up and lifted her eyebrows. She withdrew my length 
from her mouth and kissed the saliva-slick tip.

"Mmmmm," she said softly. "Yummy."

I grinned at her and she took my length in her mouth again. I 
groaned and let my head fall back. Finally, my cock softened a 
little and she reluctantly let me fall from her lips.

I pulled her up to lie upon my chest, my slick penis sandwiched 
between her thighs.

"That was wonderful," I said softly, and kissed her. Her lips and 
cheeks were wet with a combination of her saliva and my semen, 
and I pulled her against me, inhaling our scent as we kissed.

She collapsed on my chest, legs straddling my hips, and laid her 
head upon my shoulder.

"I love you," she said, squeezing me tight.

"I love you too," I said contentedly. "I love you very, very 
much."

She sighed and I closed my eyes, breathing deeply and luxuriating 
in feeling her against me.

-----

A short time later, I don't know how long, I opened my eyes. I 
vaguely remembered feeling Gina shift, but my mind was fuzzy and 
not processing well. I blinked and felt for her. As my mind 
slowly took in my surroundings, I realized why I couldn't feel 
her next to me.

I felt her between my legs, her warm mouth surrounding my growing 
cock. She was sucking me to hardness with long, slow strokes. I 
laced my fingers behind my head and looked up at the sun-dappled 
pine trees above us.

She felt my breathing change, as well as my movement, and 
released my cock from her mouth.

"Mmmmm," she practically purred. "I couldn't wait for you to wake 
up," she said. "I hope you don't mind."

I shook my head, and quickly realized that she probably couldn't 
see the movement. "I don't mind at all," I said softly.

Without a word, she returned to sucking me to full hardness, a 
state I reached shortly. She circled my glans with her tongue and 
I gasped. Giggling deliciously, she sucked me into her mouth 
again.

The unexpectedness of the situation worked to slow my initial 
reaction, but when she started sucking me into her mouth with 
long, sure strokes, I reacted predictably. She massaged my balls 
with one hand and rhythmically squeezed the base of my cock with 
the other.

She was making delighted sucking noises as she took me in her 
mouth, and I quickly reached the point of no return. I began 
thrusting my hips, trying to get more of my dick in her mouth. 
She took my attempts in stride and kept her strokes long and 
even.

"Oooooooooooh, God. I'm gonna come," I groaned.

She sucked harder still, milking my cock with her hand and moving 
her tongue over my length. She worked her lips against my shaft, 
and with a convulsive jerk, I erupted.

I let out a low, sustained groan as I emptied myself into her 
hungry mouth. She moaned in pleasure as my semen poured over her 
tongue and down her throat. My back and legs were locked, my toes 
curled, and every muscle was taut as I came, luxuriating in the 
feeling as she swallowed my semen. She pumped my cock, milking 
me, and I finally relaxed against the blanket.

My buttocks clenched convulsively and my hips jerked against her. 
She let out a startled, but pleased, moan and began to slowly bob 
her head on my dwindling erection. She sucked my softening cock 
with long, gentle strokes, lavishing attention on me as I slowly 
recovered from my orgasm.

When I was completely soft, she released me and crawled up to lay 
beside me.

"That was nice," she said, idly circling my nipple with her 
finger.

"Mmmmm," I agreed. "I like waking up like that."

We lay together for a while, until I felt compelled to look at my 
watch. It was after twelve, and I realized that I was getting 
hungry.

"What time is it?" she asked lazily, breathing deeply and hugging 
me tight.

"A little after noon."

"We should probably get back to Kendall," she said. "I feel bad 
about leaving her alone for so long, but..."

"Yeah," I agreed; to everything, spoken and unspoken.

We slowly stood and began the short walk down to the flat-top 
boulder.

-----

We found Kendall lying on her blanket, reading a book. As she 
heard us approach, she lifted her sunglasses and looked up.

"You two look happy," she said brightly as we approached.

I blushed furiously. Even with Gina's darker complexion, I could 
tell she was blushing as well. Seeing our guilty grins, Kendall 
laughed.

Gina picked up our stashed picnic lunch and I retrieved the Cokes 
from the water. We set everything out on the blanket and enjoyed 
a quiet lunch.

"What're you reading?" Gina asked Kendall.

Kendall held up her book. "Eudora Welty," she said. "I just love 
her stories."

"Yeah," Gina said, "I like her too. I think I could read _Why I 
Live at the P.O._ over and over again."

Kendall laughed musically. "That's exactly what I'm reading now! 
I'm just at the part where Stella Rondo is trying to turn Uncle 
Rondo against Sister."

"Is this the first time you've read it?"

I listened in wonder. I had no idea what the two girls were 
talking about. I quietly resolved to ask Kendall to borrow her 
book when she was done.

"No," Kendall said quickly. "I finished the book about an hour 
ago. I'm just going back and reading some of the stories I really 
liked."

"When did you start reading it?" I asked.

"This morning."

"Really?" I asked, incredulous.

Kendall nodded. "You should see the stack of books I've got in 
the Winnie. I've got to read, or... Or I don't know what would 
happen to me," she said with a laugh. "I'd probably shrivel up 
and die. Or I'd fidget. Momma hates when I fidget. She says it's 
un-ladylike." She grinned at us. "She doesn't think it's ladylike 
to read all the time, but she doesn't like it when I fidget 
either. So she lets me have my books."

I was amazed. I was an avid reader too, science fiction, mostly, 
but I didn't go through a book a day.

Gina and Kendall talked about other writers I'd never heard of, 
and I once again resolved to expand my horizons a little. I was 
silently cataloging names of authors that I would like to read, 
if for no other reason than to have more to talk about with Gina. 
Some of them I'd heard of, others were new to me. I was once 
again amazed at how smart both Gina and Kendall were. It was 
fascinating listening to them talk.

Their conversation waned, and both girls smiled shyly at me. I 
grinned, suddenly happy for the attention.

"You all wanna go for a swim?" I asked. I'd enjoyed listening to 
them talk about books, but I'd felt left out of the conversation. 
I _had_ been left out of the conversation, but it was partly by 
choice. After digesting lunch for a little while, I wanted to 
swim.

Both girls nodded and stood gracefully. One after the other, we 
dived off the boulder. After the hot afternoon sun, the water was 
very cold. The girls teamed up to dunk me, and we all ended up 
goofing around and generally having fun. I decided that wrestling 
with two beautiful girls was very enjoyable, no matter how much 
water I ended up swallowing.

When we decided to get out and relax, we all swam back to the 
flat-top rock. Kendall climbed out ahead of us and to my 
surprise, Gina quickly slipped beneath the surface. Through the 
clear water, I watched her swim over to me. I quickly realized 
her goal, however, when she grasped my hips. I felt her warm lips 
tugging at my shrunken penis and looked around to make sure 
Kendall was not in sight. Gina sucked my quickly expanding cock 
into her warm mouth, taking all of me before I became fully 
erect. When she could only fit half my length in her mouth, she 
came up for air. The cold water hitting my warmed cock was like a 
sledgehammer, and I got dizzy for a moment.

I shook it off and looked at her as she rose to the surface. Her 
hair slicked back, black and lustrous in the afternoon sun, I 
once again thought how lucky I was. She kissed me, hard and deep, 
and I wrapped my arms around her. My erection bumped against her 
stomach as I pulled her close, crushing her diamond-hard nipples 
against my chest.

"Hey you two," Kendall said from above us. "Get a room."

Gina and I exchanged guilty grins and looked up at the girl above 
us.

"Sorry," I said lamely.

"No you're not," Kendall said, laughing. Then she disappeared 
towards the center of the boulder.

Gina kissed me again and moved to climb out of the lake.

"You're not going to leave me, are you?" I asked plaintively.

She grinned and nodded. "Unless you wanna come up now," she said 
wickedly.

"Like this?"

"Uh huh."

"You want me to?"

Her eyes twinkling, she shrugged playfully. With a coquettish 
turn and a wicked grin, she began climbing up to the blanket.

I decided that discretion was in order, and swam around for a few 
minutes, until my erection had softened to the point where I 
could climb out without embarrassing myself.

Once I climbed out of the cold water and reached the top of the 
flat-top rock, I found the girls drying their hair, sharing a 
large beach towel. Gina grinned at me and looked pointedly at my 
semi-hard penis. I rolled my eyes and sat down on the rock, 
enjoying watching them.

Then, I looked at my watch.

"When do we have to leave?" Gina asked.

"Three thirty."

"What time is it now?"

"One thirty."

"What can we do for two hours?" Gina asked playfully, once again 
making goggle-eyes at my dick.

"You two are terrible," Kendall chided us teasingly.

Gina and I just grinned at each other.

"You wanna go relax at the top of the falls?" I asked Gina.

"Relax!" Kendall exclaimed. "Hah! Go on, you two. Go."

Gina and I shared another grin and I stood.

The walk to the top of the quarry wall was more leisurely than 
before, but the anticipation crackled in the air between us.

We both knew that this would most likely be the last two hours we 
would have to be alone together. She smiled shyly at me and 
intertwined her fingers with my own. My knees went weak and I 
could tell that she meant to make it as special as I did.

-----

Copyright 2002 Scipio. All rights reserved.

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