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Author: Scipio
Title: Summer Camp - Book 1: Susan
Part: Chapter 25
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 1: Susan
by Scipio

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

That night, after getting angry at Stacy and then running 
headlong into Kendall, I lay awake for a long time. My erection 
had finally died, untouched, and I simply stared at the ceiling, 
thinking. Erin had come to bed and not given me a second glance. 
When Mom came back to the cabin, she went to the bathroom, and 
then straight to bed. I was alone with my thoughts.

I felt twinges of guilt, mixed with satisfaction, when I thought 
about the harsh words I'd flung at Stacy. But I had a nagging 
feeling that I was angry about the fact that I _did_ want to have 
sex with Kendall; more so than at Stacy for not taking no for an 
answer. Perhaps worse than even that, however, was the fact that 
I suspected that Kendall had overheard enough of my outburst that 
she'd never want to speak to me again. Especially after how she 
reacted when I'd almost knocked her over, and she'd come face to 
face with my jutting erection.

My thoughts turned back to Stacy and I felt my stomach lurch. I 
wasn't some machine that she could turn on and off just by 
grabbing my dick. I wasn't some guy who just wanted to stick his 
dick wherever he could. I didn't feel guilty about what I'd said 
to her, but I was tremendously ashamed of how I'd said it. I knew 
how I'd feel if she treated me like that, and I had to blink back 
tears at the thought.

I'd managed to make a fine mess of things, I thought to myself as 
sleep finally crept over me.

-----

The next morning, Mom shook me and I blinked, trying to wake up. 
Why was it so bright in the cabin? I sat up at looked at her 
through bleary eyes.

"Hey, sleepy head. You had a rough night."

I felt like I'd been run over by a truck. As my eyes slowly 
cleared, I realized why the cabin was so bright; from the angle 
of the sun, it looked like it was closer to noon than dawn. 
Actually, several hours closer.

"What time is it?" I asked, yawning.

"It's almost eleven."

"Why'd you let me sleep so late?"

"Because you needed it. You were tossing and turning when I got 
up to check on you."

"When you got up to check on me?"

Her face softened and she smoothed my hair back like she had when 
I was a boy. "You cried out in your sleep. You were having 
nightmares."

Whatever it was, I didn't remember it. Thankfully.

I slowly climbed down the ladder and shuffled towards the 
bathroom without saying a word. I turned the shower on full cold 
and stepped into it. I hoped it would help me wake up, and as 
soon as the icy needle spray hit my skin, my eyes snapped open. I 
quickly decided that I wasn't up to the cold water and reached 
for the spigot to turn the temperature up.

Usually, I woke up fairly easily. Usually, I thought to myself 
ruefully, I got a few good hours of sleep. I stood under the 
water and let it batter me awake. Finally, I reached for the 
shampoo and started my shower routine. By the time I turned the 
water off, I was more awake, but I still felt like a truck had 
run over me. I brushed my teeth and combed my hair and opened the 
bathroom door.

To my surprise, Mom was waiting for me, sitting on the couch 
reading her book. She looked up and smiled gently when I stepped 
into the room.

"Feeling better?"

I nodded. I didn't feel human, but at least I was aware of my 
surroundings.

"C'mon then," she said with more cheer than I felt. "I'll fix you 
brunch."

She set her book on the dresser, linked her arm through my own, 
and gently guided me towards the door. Walking down to the 
clubhouse, I began to feel better as I breathed in the fresh pine 
forest air and got my blood moving.

Mom fixed me a couple of PB&J sandwiches with a big glass of 
milk. I wolfed down the food in record time and finally began to 
feel better.

"Have you talked to Susan today?" I asked over the crumbs of my 
sandwiches.

"Yes. Why do you ask?"

"No reason," I lied. I was wondering if Mom had heard about my 
blowup with Stacy. But she kept her expression neutral and my 
fishing expedition came up empty.

"Is there something you wanted to talk about?" she asked.

"No. Not really," I lied again.

What I wanted to do was crawl under a rock so I'd never have to 
see Stacy or Kendall again. I was mortified at the thought of 
having to face them. I knew Stacy would probably hate me. And 
worse, Kendall had gotten more than an eyeful the night before 
and would probably never want to speak to me again. "Morose" 
might not be a strong enough word to describe my mood.

Mom gave me a funny look and then looked like she was about to 
say something. I guess she changed her mind, because she only 
smiled at me and began picking up my dishes.

"Thanks for the sandwiches, Mom."

"You're welcome, honey."

I nodded decisively and stood up. Mom stood as well, dishes in 
hand, and without a word, I turned to go. My mind was already 
wondering where I could hide for the rest of the day. 
Reluctantly, I decided that I couldn't, and my second option was 
to find Susan. If anyone could help me fix things, it would be 
her.

-----

I ambled towards Susan's house, fervently hoping that... Well, I 
didn't know what I wanted.

When I rounded the corner and entered her courtyard, I pulled up 
short. Susan, sitting at the wrought-iron table, looked up at the 
sound of my footsteps and folded her newspaper. She smiled gently 
and set it on the table.

"Hi," she said simply.

I hung my head. I could see the sympathy in her eyes. "Hi," I 
said glumly.

"Have a seat."

I looked up at her and she smiled again, nodding firmly. I pulled 
out the chair and sat heavily, slouching and hanging my head.

I don't know how long we sat in silence, but I realized that she 
was going to let me bring it up first. Stacy was like an unseen 
third party, hanging heavily in the air between us. I wanted 
Susan to say something, to tell me what to do, anything. Every 
time I looked at her, hoping she'd speak, she simply returned my 
gaze, her face open and caring. Finally, I broke.

"Does she hate me?" I asked gloomily.

"She _was_ pretty upset."

I looked up and suddenly had to blink back tears.

"Why don't you tell me what happened?"

I told her everything. I even told her about almost running 
Kendall over, and how I'd been ashamed that I _had_ been thinking 
about having sex with her.

"Ahhhh," Susan said cryptically. "That explains that."

I looked at her questioningly, my eyes stinging, and resisted the 
urge to sniffle.

"Kendall stopped by earlier. She asked if I'd seen you."

"She probably doesn't want to talk to me ever again, and wanted 
to make sure she could avoid me," I said sullenly.

"She did seem pretty upset."

I rolled my eyes hopelessly.

Susan chuckled richly and I gave her a betrayed look. Her eyes 
twinkling compassionately, she quieted quickly. "You don't 
understand," she said gently. "She was almost frantic when I told 
her I didn't know where you were."

"Frantic?"

She nodded seriously. "I guess she thought you might be avoiding 
her."

"I thought _she'd_ be avoiding _me_!"

Susan chuckled again and I wanted to slink away. Why did 
everything have to make sense to _everyone else?_

"I told her that when I saw you, I'd tell you she was looking for 
you," Susan said reassuringly.

"Great," I mumbled under my breath. "Another problem that I don't 
know the answer to."

Unfortunately, Susan had the hearing that comes with being a 
mother. "It's not all that bad. The first problem," she said, 
indicating the house with a toss of her chin, "isn't all that 
hard." She paused for a moment to reconsider. "Well, it is and it 
isn't."

My brow furrowed in confusion.

"Stacy was pretty upset last night when she came back. She was 
sobbing when she came in, and she wouldn't tell us what the 
problem was."

Us? So Mom _had_ known something had happened!

"She started packing her things and wanted to leave last night. I 
wouldn't tell her the combination to the gate until she calmed 
down and told me what was the matter."

I grimaced.

"Yes," Susan said, "she was that upset."

I hung my head, wishing I could take it all back.

"When she finally calmed down and told us what had happened, she 
still wanted to leave. Your mom and I talked her out of it, but I 
don't think she's real happy about being here."

"But what about me?" I asked plaintively. "I mean, am I just 
supposed to provide a hard dick whenever she wants? What if I 
don't feel like it?"

"Well, you were right. But here's where it gets complicated," she 
said. "What you said and how you said it are two different 
things."

I knew as much myself, and had lain awake a good portion of the 
night, thinking about just that.

"You were right about what you said." She then laughed ruefully, 
and I looked up at her in shocked dismay. She quickly made a 
soothing gesture with her hands. "You experienced something last 
night that many women--too many women--experience all the time. 
And your feelings aren't any different because you're a man."

I looked at her in confusion.

"Sometimes, you're going to be in the mood, and your partner 
isn't. And if you try to force things... Well... You know, from 
firsthand experience, how it feels to be treated like an object." 
She leaned forward in her chair and got very serious. "I want you 
to remember how it felt last night, how mad it made you. Do you 
remember?"

I felt my face and ears heating up just thinking about it. I 
swallowed to moisten my suddenly dry mouth and nodded tersely.

"You don't ever, _ever_ want to make a woman feel like that. You 
may get what you want, but it won't be worth having." She leaned 
back in her chair to let that sink in. "Do you understand?" she 
asked after several long moments had passed.

I looked her in the eye and slowly nodded. She stared at me for a 
few moments, measuring my response, and then nodded decisively.

"Everything else," she said almost dismissively, "is easily 
fixed."

My eyes widened at her offhand manner and she smiled.

"Your mom, Stacy, and I had a big talk last night, and she 
understands that what she did is wrong. She feels really bad 
about it. But she's also very upset at how you treated her, and 
she's got a right to be upset."

I stared at her, goggle-eyed, and she nodded.

"You need to apologize to her for the way you spoke to her," she 
said evenly.

My jaw dropped. _I_ needed to apologize?!

"Calm down," Susan said, her tone full of an authority I'd never 
heard her use before. "You need to apologize for _how_ you said 
things," she continued, her voice softening, "not for _what_ you 
said. Do you understand the difference?"

I thought about it for a moment and it began to make sense. I 
swallowed and nodded.

"I think you'll find that Stacy feels just as bad as you do, and 
she's got some things she needs to say to you. Now, she's inside, 
in her room. You should go talk to her," she said reasonably.

With a great deal of trepidation, I stood and headed for the door 
to the house.

-----

I knocked on the door to Kirk's room and got no reply. When I 
knocked again, I heard Stacy's muffled voice, and in a moment, 
the door opened.

We stared at each other for several long, uncomfortable moments, 
her expression unreadable. Without speaking, she turned and 
walked back to the bed. She didn't slam the door in my face, so I 
took that as a good sign. I hesitantly took a step into the room 
and watched her walk the rest of the way to the bed. She was 
wearing her thin white robe, which didn't hide the fact that she 
was nude underneath, and I felt myself react at the sight of her 
body.

When she sat down and still didn't say anything, I started to get 
mad. I'd come here to apologize, but I wasn't the only injured 
party. She sat stiffly and stared at me with eyes puffy from 
crying. I got the feeling from her body language that she was 
waiting to hear my apology and not looking to offer one of her 
own as well.

If that was the way she was going to be, I wasn't going to play 
her game. I may have said things harshly, but what I'd said was 
true. I wasn't an object. And I didn't want to be treated like 
one, no matter how much it hurt her to hear me say it. My face 
hardened and without a word, I turned to go.

I had just reached the door, when a heart-rending sob from behind 
me stayed my step. I stood for a moment, poised in the doorway, 
one hand on the door jam, listening. I half-turned and looked 
over my shoulder.

Stacy had pulled her knees up and was hugging them to her chest, 
rocking back and forth as she sobbed. Her short robe did nothing 
to hide her shaved pussy, but I noted that only absently. She 
looked so pathetic and alone that I felt a cold knife twist in my 
heart.

I turned back into the room and watched her for a moment. Sobs 
wracked her slender body and I felt my resolve begin to crumble. 
I took one tentative step towards her, then another, then 
another. With each step, my stride became more purposeful, until 
I reached her side. She was so lost in her anguish that she 
didn't hear me come up beside her.

I reached out to her and hesitated, pulling back before I touched 
her. I was frozen in place, my anger warring with my compassion. 
Finally, I broke the deadlock and reached out to her again. My 
hand fell on the smooth fabric covering her heaving shoulder. She 
recoiled as if slapped and in a fit of pique, I almost turned to 
go.

Then she reached out and wrapped her arms around my waist and 
held on for dear life. Her tear-streaked face was pressed against 
my abdomen and I comforted her the only way I could; I kept my 
hand on her shoulder and brushed her soft, curly hair with the 
other. I let her vent her frustration and grief, and held her 
like that for a long time.

-----

Finally, her wracking sobs quieted, and her breathing settled to 
normal--punctuated by an occasional shuddering sigh--and I felt 
her relax.

"I'm so sorry," she said in a very small voice.

"I know," I said, stroking her hair. I swallowed hard and blinked 
to clear my eyes. "I'm... I'm sorry too. I never should have talked 
to you like that."

"I deserved it," she said with a sniffle. "I wanted you to like 
me."

"I do like you," I said, unable to keep the shock from my voice. 
"Why do you think I just wanted to spend time with you?"

"I know. Now." She tightened her grip on me and I felt her 
trembling. "After Randy, I... I... I didn't want to have anything to 
do with men. Ever."

"I know," I said, smoothing her hair.

"And then you came along. I was scared at first, but you're not 
like any of the other guys I've... known." She sniffled again and 
her trembling redoubled. "I was so afraid last night. And then 
you looked so angry when you turned to leave a little while ago, 
I felt like my heart was being ripped out."

"Shhhhh, it's okay. I'm still here."

"I think I might be... I'm so sorry... But I think I might be in..." 
She sobbed again and I held her close. "This wasn't supposed to 
happen," she said plaintively. "I thought I knew how I felt 
about..."

"Shhhhh. It'll be all right."

I held her close and her sobs eased off. She still clutched me 
tightly and sniffled occasionally, but the worst seemed to be 
behind us. I finally felt her relax her grip and she pulled back.

She looked up at me and smiled wanly. I smiled in return and 
stroked her hair.

"I must be a wreck," she said with a rueful bark of laughter.

"No," I said gently, caressing her still-damp cheek. "You're 
beautiful."

She held her face against me again and hugged me tight. Then, she 
relaxed and started to slide off the bed.

"Just give me a minute," she said as she stood.

She walked out of the room and I heard the bathroom door close. 
When she returned, a few minutes later, her face was scrubbed 
clean and she looked far better. Her eyes were still red and 
puffy, and her upturned nose was red as well, but her smile was 
no longer sad. She shut the bedroom door after she entered and 
stood for a moment, leaning against the jam.

I smiled warmly and she walked towards me. The thin white fabric 
of her robe did little to hide her lissome body, and I felt 
myself begin to harden. I spread my arms as she reached me, and 
enfolded her in an embrace. She drew a deep, shuddering breath as 
I hugged her; we stood like that for a while, neither of us 
daring to move.

She shifted against me, and through the silken fabric, I felt her 
nipples harden. My penis twitched in response and then began to 
grow. She felt it and stepped back. She looked up at me, eyes 
wide with anticipation, and her bottom lip trembled. I put my 
hands on her cheeks and leaned down to kiss her.

It started slowly at first, tender and sweet. I felt her untie 
the belt at her waist, and as she pressed her nubile body against 
me, the kiss grew heated. We pressed our lips together and began 
exploring with our tongues. My penis hardened completely, trapped 
against her body, and she ground her hips against me.

I ran my hands down the smooth lines of her back and crushed her 
body against my own. Her hard nipples bored into my chest as our 
tongues feinted and thrust. I ran my hands back up her body, 
feeling her shiver against me, and put them on her shoulders. 
With one smooth motion, I slid the light fabric over her 
shoulders and down her arms. She released me and quickly 
shrugged, our lips never breaking contact. The robe fell to the 
floor and she wrapped her arms around me again.

I pushed her back against the bed and she sat down, breaking our 
kiss. My erection sprang free and she wrapped her lips around the 
head, holding me in place with her hands on my hips. She didn't 
waste time teasing me; instead, she simply swallowed as much of 
my length as she could and began to lavish attention on my shaft. 
I didn't want to come too quickly, so I reluctantly pulled out of 
her mouth.

I bent down to kiss her again and gently directed her to the 
center of the bed, crawling after her. I turned her with subtle 
gestures and she settled her head against the pillows, her lips 
never leaving my own. Her legs spread willingly as I crawled 
between them, and the head of my bobbing penis bumped against the 
inside of her thigh.

She moaned into my mouth and quickly reached between us to wrap 
her fingers around my girth. She set the tip of my erection 
against her already slick lips and I thrust gently. The glans 
slipped inside her body and she released me. She locked her hands 
around my neck and I felt her thighs grip me as I began to ease 
into her.

Her pussy was incredibly hot and already overflowing with her 
arousal. I sank into her, inch by glorious inch, until my pubic 
hair crushed against her and my balls settled against her ass. I 
ground my hips against her for effect and she groaned. She locked 
her legs around my waist and began kissing my cheeks and neck as 
I arched my back, trying to bury myself deeper inside her pussy.

She responded against me, lifting her hips to meet me. I clenched 
my buttocks and felt my cock swell within her. My lips were 
closed tight and my nostrils flared as I breathed deeply, 
savoring the feeling of her smooth inner walls against my cock. 
She pulled my head down and began to kiss and nibble my neck and 
I began to pull out.

The cool air bathed my superheated cock as it left her body, and 
when only the crown was inside her, I paused for a moment. She 
whimpered against me and tried to thrust her hips up at me. I 
gently lowered myself to meet her and she quivered against me. 
When I reached bottom, her pussy gripped me tightly and my head 
swam. I hooked my arms under her shoulders and supported myself 
on my elbows, keeping my weight off her.

I felt her breathing, heavy and sweet against my neck, and pulled 
back for another thrust. She shuddered again as my cock dragged 
across her sensitive pussy walls. I thrust back into her slowly, 
delighting in the sensation of spreading her open. When I reached 
bottom, I ground my hips against her, causing her to gasp and 
clutch me tighter.

I began to fuck her with long, slow, gentle strokes. At the end 
of each one, as my dick was buried to the root, I would grind my 
pubic bone against her to stimulate her clit. I kept up my 
steady, measured pace for a long time and her arousal grew with 
each thrust.

She was clutching me tightly and whimpering into the hollow of my 
shoulder as I slid in and out of her. Whenever I felt my climax 
approaching, I buried myself completely and stopped. Each time I 
did, I ground my hips against her, rubbing her clit and making 
her gasp and cry out. When my impending orgasm subsided, I would 
start thrusting into her again.

I fucked her like that for a long, languid, tender time. She 
began to pant against me and I felt her pussy start to clutch at 
my invading dick. I maintained my deliberate pace and the 
strength of her spasms increased until I was finally almost 
forcing myself inside her.

With a rush of moisture, her pussy went wild. She screamed, her 
voice in my ear almost deafening, and then began to buck her hips 
against me. I rode her through her orgasm, doing nothing more 
than keeping my hard shaft buried in her gripping pussy. Inside, 
she was awash with moisture and heat, and I felt like I'd buried 
my cock in a bubbling cauldron.

Her nails dug into my back and she pressed her forehead against 
my collarbone as her orgasm subsided. She was still gasping for 
air as I began slowly thrusting within her again. She went limp 
beneath me and I pulled back to look at her, to make sure she was 
okay. She felt me move and opened her passion-glazed eyes. She 
looked at me a long time before finally focusing on my face. Her 
smile was delirious for a moment and then her eyes rolled back as 
I ground my hips against her again.

I kept fucking her, feeling another orgasm welling up within her. 
She rolled her head side-to-side, still gasping and quaking with 
aftershocks. Her second orgasm was not long in coming, and her 
pussy once again spasmed and clutched at my erection. The muscles 
contracted and I could feel the undulations of her stomach as she 
went over the edge once again.

I kept up my pace, fucking her through her orgasm. I felt like I 
was battering my way into her pussy, but her rising moan of 
ecstasy soon turned to a shriek and I knew she was lost in the 
pleasure of the moment. Her pussy gushed again and I felt the 
wetness run down my balls and coat her ass.

I relentlessly thrust into her as her second orgasm subsided. Her 
eyes popped open and she stared at me in shock. I grinned 
mischievously and her eyes rolled back once more as I sped my 
pace.

Her ankles unlocked from around my back and her legs fell open 
before me. I raised myself on my arms and began to pound into 
her. She was still spasming around my hammering cock and her 
breathing was rapid and shallow, her face flushed with 
excitement. She cried out with each thrust and I covered her 
mouth with my own.

She eagerly responded against me and her pussy got hotter and 
wetter still. The muscles in her vagina clamped down on my 
invading cock and tried to hold me inside her. With forceful 
thrusts, I impaled her, finally letting my own building orgasm 
have its way.

With one final lunge, I slammed into her. She pulled back and 
broke our kiss, gasping. Her pussy spasmed around me and finally 
pushed me over the edge. I groaned as the first spurts of semen 
blasted into her depths. Stacy's third orgasm erupted as my cock 
swelled to fill her with my white, hot seed. Geyser after geyser 
of my come gushed into her as she rode the waves of her own 
orgasm, shrieking and clutching me to her. Because I'd taken so 
long building up to my orgasm, it felt like I was being drained 
through my dick, my entire essence pouring into her.

I closed my eyes tightly and lost myself in the warmth and 
pleasure radiating from our union. She heaved beneath me, her 
grasping pussy milking my cock for all it was worth, and I 
finally collapsed atop her.

She went limp as the final tremors of her orgasm subsided, and we 
lay together, a panting, sweaty, tangled, and blissfully 
fulfilled heap.

-----

When we finally recovered enough to move, I rolled off of her. A 
torrent of our juices flooded from Stacy's gaping pussy to puddle 
between her legs. A spreading patch of wetness already darkened 
the bedspread beneath her, and she rolled against me, throwing 
her arm over my chest and a leg over one of my own. I wrapped my 
arm around her and we sighed deeply in unison.

"I've never come like that," she whispered in my ear, still 
breathing heavily.

I turned my head and looked at her. Her eyes met mine and she 
nodded.

"Never that long, or hard. And never..." She ran a finger idly over 
my sweaty, hairless chest. "And never with a guy in my pussy."

"Never?"

"Never. The only time I've ever come with a guy inside me has 
been when he's been in my ass." Her finger continued to trace 
patterns and she shuddered with the effects of an aftershock. 
"That's why I think I might be in... Oh God..." She paused for a long 
time. "I don't know if I am or not."

"Are what or not?"

I felt her tense beside me and stroked her bare shoulder 
reassuringly.

"Nothing," she said quietly.

"What?"

"Shhhhh. It's nothing. Just a silly thought."

"You can tell me anything," I said earnestly. "Even the silly 
things."

"Shhhhh." She didn't move for a moment, and it felt like she was 
holding her breath. Finally, she clutched me tighter and sighed. 
"Just hold me," she said in a very small voice.

I squeezed her to me and lapsed into a contemplative silence.

-----

We must have dozed off, because the next thing I remember was 
opening my eyes and feeling Stacy trembling beside me. The room 
was almost stuffy and reeked with the scent of sex, and I 
wondered how she could be cold enough to tremble. With a start, I 
realized she wasn't trembling with cold; she was crying.

Her sobs were nearly silent, and it was only because she was 
pressed so tightly against me that I'd noticed in the first 
place.

"What's the matter?" I asked, my voice scratchy with disuse.

She sniffled and I felt her move her arm to wipe her face.

"Are you okay?" I asked again, concern coloring my tone.

"I'm fine," she said as she lifted her head to wipe her other 
cheek.

"Then why are you crying?"

She raised her head and looked at me. Her eyes and nose were once 
again red, and she smiled wanly. "I'm happy is all."

At my doubtful look, she smiled again, almost convincingly. 
Almost. She blinked at me and her expression turned pleading. I 
smiled at her reassuringly and she closed her eyes. She looked 
relieved as she settled her head on my chest and drew a deep, 
shuddering breath. She sniffled again, but her tears didn't 
return, and I mulled over what could've gotten her upset.

She _was_ upset, and clearly wanted to hide the fact from me. I 
stroked her back gently, buying time to think. Was she still 
upset about what I'd said to her? After the incredibly tender and 
passionate sex we'd just had, I somehow doubted it. Was she 
disappointed in me? She'd come three times, and had seemed to 
enjoy herself. I ran through a dozen other questions in my mind, 
and at each one, I drew a blank.

"Are you sure you're okay?" I asked softly.

She raised her head and smiled at me. Her expression was full of 
longing and a veneer of happiness that almost covered... something. 
A shadow passed across my eyes and she bent to kiss my chest. She 
raised herself and began to kiss down my stomach towards my 
flaccid penis. When she reached my legs, she nudged her way 
between them and took my soft glans in her mouth.

With her tongue swirling around the tip of my member, I quickly 
hardened. She took me into her mouth, less and less as I grew, 
and I laced my fingers behind my head and breathed deeply.

Stacy smothered my rigid shaft with kisses, from the base to the 
tip, and then took me back in her mouth. She wasted little time, 
however, before she wrapped her hand around the base and locked 
her lips around my girth. She began to lick and suck me, urging 
me on with noises of encouragement. For my part, I merely relaxed 
and let her have her way with me.

She kept pumping me with her fist and then brought up her other 
hand to caress my balls, running her fingernails over the loose 
skin and sending shivers up my spine. That, combined with her 
strong lips raking across the sensitive underside ridge, quickly 
brought me to the point of no return.

Her lips were still locked around my shaft as my hips began to 
jerk with unmistakable signs of my impending orgasm. Yet she 
pumped and sucked me with abandon.

"Oh, God, Stacy," I moaned. "I'm gonna come."

I felt the semen welling up at the base of my shaft and tried to 
hold off, waiting for her to remove her mouth from my swelling 
manhood.

"I've gotta come," I grunted, clenching my abdominal muscles in a 
futile attempt to hold back.

I raised myself on my elbows and looked down at her bobbing head. 
The pressure was growing to the point where keeping my semen 
dammed up was beginning to cause physical pain.

"Stacy, I gotta come."

She looked up at me, her lips wrapped around my erection and hand 
pumping madly. Her eyes pleaded with me and she swirled her 
tongue against the underside of my glans. I lolled my head back 
and squeezed my eyes shut, and then the dam burst. The first jet 
of come caught her as she was sucking more of me into her mouth.

Through the haze of my orgasm, I felt her start. Her lips came 
off my pulsing shaft and she began to cough. Even without the 
exquisite feeling of her lips around my cock, I continued to 
shoot white streams of semen into the air. They splattered hotly 
against my stomach and chest, and I groaned.

When the flow finally slowed, then stopped altogether, I opened 
my eyes and blinked, breathing heavily. Slowly, I raised my head 
and looked down at her. She had her eyes squeezed shut and was 
breathing heavily, working her mouth and swallowing. Her hand was 
still wrapped around my slowly shrinking erection, and both it 
and my shaft were covered with pearly semen. I stared at her with 
a thousand questions swirling through my mind.

She sensed me looking at her and slowly opened her eyes. She 
gazed up at me and looked miserable.

My face softened. "What's the matter?" I asked, dreading the 
expected answer.

"I wanted you to come in my mouth," she said dejectedly.

"I thought you hated the taste."

"I did... I do. But I wanted to do it... for you." She swallowed 
again and grimaced at the taste. "Susan does it, and I know how 
much you enjoy it when she does. I wanted to do it for you too." 
She swallowed and gave me a miserable smile.

I sat up and looked at her seriously. "I enjoy it when she 
swallows because she enjoys it."

She looked confused.

"She really gets off when I come in her mouth," I said gently. "I 
like giving her pleasure. I never wanted to come in your mouth."

"You didn't?"

"No," I said, laughing lightly. "I know you don't like it. I 
don't want to do anything you don't like, no matter how much _I_ 
might like it. I only want you to be happy," I said earnestly.

She closed her eyes tightly and two fat tears squeezed from 
between her lashes to roll down her cheeks. Her face crumbled, 
and for a moment, I panicked. Her body heaved as she silently 
sobbed, and I felt like my heart was being squeezed by a giant 
fist. I locked my own panic away and reached for her.

She came willingly, if limply, and I gently pulled her over my 
come-splattered torso. She collapsed atop me and sobbed again. I 
didn't know what to do, what to say, and I felt my panic rising 
again. I ruthlessly suppressed it and wrapped my arms around her.

I stroked the line of her back and comforted her as best I could. 
I didn't really know what to do, but I knew that holding her 
close would go a long way towards making her feel better. So I 
held her, and stroked her hair, and provided no more than the 
comfort of a shoulder to cry on.

-----

Her tears and wracking sobs finally subsided--through no action 
of mine, I lamented--and still I held her. She drew a deep, 
shuddering breath and then... hiccupped. It was all I could do not 
to chuckle. When she did it again, I had to bite my tongue. She 
sounded like a little girl who'd drunk her Kool-aid too quickly. 
With the third hiccup, I couldn't contain myself. I laughed as 
silently as I could, but she was lying on my chest, and could 
easily feel it.

"It's not funny," she said in a pathetic voice.

I couldn't stop chuckling.

"It's _not..._ hic... funny!"

"Yes it is," I said, finally laughing out loud.

She raised her head and stared daggers at me. She looked so 
pathetic, and was trying to look so angry, that I laughed even 
harder.

"You wouldn't think it was so funny... hic... if you had 'em!"

My teasing laughter was infectious, however, and she couldn't 
maintain her angry facade for long. When she broke into a grin, I 
shook my head sadly and tried to quell my chuckling. She looked 
so pathetic--puffy and red-rimmed eyes, red nose, trembling red 
lips, and spasming with the hiccups--that it was several long 
moments before I could get myself under control.

When she looked like she was going to cry again, I finally reined 
in my laughter. I lifted my head and kissed her full on those 
trembling red lips. She hiccupped again, but pressed against me 
hungrily. When she hiccupped yet again, I broke the kiss and 
pulled back, my eyes laughing.

I gingerly rolled over and laid her in the spot I'd just vacated. 
She looked at me questioningly and I blew her a kiss. As I 
crawled down her body, I playfully sucked one of her nipples into 
my mouth, causing her to arch her back and grasp my head. I 
tasted the salty tang of my semen on her before I pulled away 
gently and stood up at the end of the bed.

"Don't move," I said.

"O... hic... okay."

I opened the bedroom door and savored the burst of cool air that 
rushed in. I left it slightly ajar, to help the circulation, and 
headed for the kitchen.

When I got there, Susan lowered her newspaper and gave me a 
critical stare. I looked down at myself and almost laughed out 
loud. My chest was wet from Stacy's tears, my stomach and chest 
were covered in dried and slowly-drying come, my penis was red 
and shiny--and still at half-mast--and I'm sure my hair was a 
mess as well.

"Are you two okay?" she asked with a trace of laughter.

I nodded, grinning like an idiot. "Do you have any sugar?"

The non sequitur gave her pause. "Sugar?"

I nodded insouciantly and she arched her eyebrows at me. "Stacy's 
got the hiccups," I said by way of explanation.

"Ahhhh." She grinned wryly and shook her head. "It's on the 
counter, by the toaster."

I looked where she indicated with her eyes and spotted the sugar 
bowl. I fetched a spoon from the silverware drawer, grabbed the 
sugar bowl, and turned to head back to the bedroom. "Thanks," I 
said over my shoulder.

"Don't mention it," she said dryly.

When I got back to Kirk's bedroom, I shut the door behind me. 
Stacy was as much of a mess as I was, and I suppressed a grin. 
Her hair was disheveled, she too was covered with a thin coating 
of semen, and her pussy lips were red and still swollen. In 
addition, there was a dark circle of dampness on the bed to her 
left, evidence of our earlier activities. She hiccupped 
pathetically as I walked towards her, and I once again had to 
stifle a chuckle.

I had her sit up and held out a spoonful of sugar. She looked at 
me in confusion, and I explained how to hold it on the back of 
her tongue and let it slowly melt and drain down her throat. She 
looked at me skeptically, but opened her mouth.

"And the plane flies _into the hangar_," I said, in my best 
motherly voice, as the spoon passed her lips.

She glowered at me, but closed her lips over the bowl of the 
spoon. When I withdrew it, she looked at me doubtfully, but 
tilted her head back. As the sugar slowly melted on her tongue, 
she held her breath, letting the thick liquid slowly spill down 
the back of her throat. Her nostrils flared as she took a deep 
breath and then her eyes popped open. She kept her head tilted 
back and looked at me in amazement. When the sugar was finally 
melted, she swallowed the remainder and lowered her head. She was 
breathing easily, without a trace of hiccups.

"How did you know to do that?" she asked in wonder.

I shrugged. "I dunno. It's what my mom always did when I got the 
hiccups," I said as I replaced the lid on the sugar bowl. "Pretty 
clever, huh?"

She nodded and then leaned forward, tilting her head back. I 
needed no further prompting, and brought my lips to hers, kissing 
her gently. When I pulled back, she smiled shyly and then 
blushed.

"We'd better get cleaned up," I said gently.

She nodded and smiled the first truly happy smile I'd seen on her 
in a while.

I set the sugar bowl and the spoon on Kirk's dresser and followed 
her into the hall bathroom. I shut the door behind us as she 
smiled at me and turned on the water.

-----

After our shower, I took the sugar back to the kitchen while 
Stacy stripped the bed linens. Susan looked at me archly as I 
entered the kitchen, and I grinned nonchalantly.

"Everyone feeling better?" she asked.

"Yep," I said with aplomb.

She chuckled richly and I smiled a smile of perfect contentment.

"Paul?" Stacy called from the back of the house.

"Oh yeah," I said quickly. "Stacy needs to use the washing 
machine."

Susan laughed again and folded her newspaper. She set it on the 
table as she stood, and then headed for Kirk's bedroom.

Her tinkling laughter didn't faze me a bit as I followed her 
back.

-----

Later, Stacy and Susan donned their bikini bottoms and we headed 
down to the lake. I was a little anxious about seeing Kendall 
while I was with Stacy, but there was nothing tactful that I 
could do about the situation; so I decided that I would just live 
with it.

When we got to the lake, Mom and Erin were there. Kendall's 
brother and parents were there as well, but there was no sign of 
Kendall herself. I was still nervous about seeing her, but 
reluctantly decided that I'd better find her and talk to her. Her 
family was leaving the next day--I didn't know when--and I didn't 
want to have what might be my one opportunity slip away because I 
didn't go looking for her.

"Hey, Stacy," I said hesitantly.

She turned to look at me and I swallowed my panic.

"I need to... um... I need to... I mean... I need to go find Kendall."

Stacy turned to look at Susan, who nodded almost imperceptibly, 
and then looked back to me. With an understanding expression, she 
nodded. The knot that had been growing in the pit of my stomach 
eased off when I saw her reaction.

Drew and Erin were sitting a little apart from everyone else, and 
I decided to talk to him, rather than his parents. When I started 
walking towards him, he saw me and stood up.

"Hey, Drew," I said as lightly as I could. "Do you know where 
Kendall is?"

"What did you do to her?" he asked, his face a hard mask.

Drew was only a year younger than me, but probably an inch or two 
taller, and at least as big as me. He was going to look a lot 
like his father when he got a few years older; beefy. As his eyes 
bored holes in my head, I thought he looked beefy enough already. 
He was fairly bristling with hostility, but I held my ground.

"Nothing, Drew. I just need to talk to her."

"She came home crying last night," he said accusingly.

Erin saw things heating up between the two of us and moved to 
stand beside Drew.

"Yeah," I said. "And I'm real sorry about that. It's why I need 
to talk to her."

"If you did anything to her..."

"Drew!" I pitched my voice low so it wouldn't carry to his 
parents, or Mom. "I didn't do anything to her. Now, are you gonna 
tell me where she is, or do I have to find her myself?"

I could clearly see the war being waged in Drew's head between 
the desire to protect his sister and the uncertainty of starting 
something with me. I was holding my ground and had remained calm, 
despite his belligerence. I don't think he expected that. But 
then he decided he had to do _something_, and started towards me.

"She's up at her camper," Erin said as she quickly hooked her arm 
through Drew's, holding him back. "He's checked on her a couple 
of times today." Then she turned to Drew and soothed him. "It's 
okay, Paul's a good guy. He's not going to do anything to 
Kendall."

"If you hurt her," he said menacingly, "I'll mess you up."

"Drew," I said, staring at him levelly. "I'm not going to do 
anything to her. And if I do hurt her feelings, I'll have bigger 
problems than you."

He was still spoiling for a fight, but I looked away from him. I 
gave Erin a tight, thankful smile and she nodded in return. I 
looked Drew in the eyes again, keeping my face neutral, and then 
turned my back on him and walked away. I was half expecting him 
to come after me still, and tingles ran up and down my spine with 
every step. I heard Erin behind me, talking to him quietly. As 
much as I wanted to run up the hill to her family's Winnebago, I 
steadfastly resisted the urge.

It was a very long walk indeed.

-----

When I finally saw their camper, Kendall was lying on a lounge 
chair in front of it. She was on her stomach, reading a book. 
Because she was facing away from me--to better catch the angle of 
the sun--she didn't see me coming. I walked up to her feet and 
cast a shadow across her. I was just about to open my mouth when...

"Look, just leave me alone," she said angrily, without looking 
up. "Okay?"

My mouth went suddenly dry and I felt the blood drain from my 
face. I worked my jaw, trying to muster the courage to say 
something, anything. I swallowed hard, hoping to get some 
moisture back in my mouth, but none came. I wanted to tell her 
how sorry I was. I wanted to tell her how much her friendship 
meant to me. I wanted to tell her that I'd miss her. I wanted...

"Just go back down to the lake," she said as the silence drew 
out.

I swallowed again and started to turn to go. Before I did, I 
looked back at her one last time. "I'm so sorry, Kendall," I 
said, my voice almost a whisper.

My eyes stung as I turned to walk back down the hill, utterly 
dejected. I heard her move behind me, but didn't dare look back. 
I couldn't face her. I just couldn't.

"Paul?"

I stopped at the sound of her voice, but didn't turn around. I 
couldn't let her see me like this, my eyes full of unshed tears. 
The sound of her standing, the lounger creaking as her weight 
shifted, almost made me bolt.

"Paul?" she called again, more forcefully this time, almost... 
desperately.

I blinked to clear my eyes and turned at the sound of her 
approach. I looked up, expecting to see her hand come flying 
towards my face. I deserved it. I was prepared for it.

What I was not prepared for was to suddenly have my arms full of 
a girl two inches taller than me. She wrapped her arms around my 
neck and nearly choked me, her breasts mashing into my chest 
almost painfully. Confused, I just stood there for a moment, 
wrapped in her arms. Finally, I put my arms around her smooth 
back and returned her embrace.

"I thought you were Drew," she said, tears making her voice 
hoarse. She sniffled. "He's been up here pestering me all day, 
checking to make sure I'm okay." She squeezed me tighter still, 
and I nearly had to fight to breathe. "I'm so glad it's you," she 
whispered.

I was flabbergasted. When she'd told me to leave, I'd felt like 
my heart had been ripped open. I'd thought that our friendship 
had been ruined forever, and I'd already begun to hate myself. 
When she'd flown into my arms, it had been so quick that I still 
hadn't had time to adjust to the idea that she didn't hate me.

"I thought you were avoiding me," she said. "When I couldn't find 
you, I just knew that you'd never want to see me again."

I was finally beginning to wrap my mind around the idea that she 
wasn't mad at me, that she wasn't scared after what she'd seen 
the night before. I stroked her back as reassuringly as I could. 
I was acutely aware of her luscious body where it pressed against 
me, however, and I fervently hoped that I could keep things under 
control.

"Thank you for coming up here," she said softly, her voice thick 
with her tears. "You don't know how much you mean to me. I 
thought of losing you forever, and I..."

"Shhh," I whispered, willing my penis to behave. "I thought I'd 
scared you away."

She shook her head and hugged me tighter.

"After what I said last night...," I said, fishing.

"I didn't hear what you said," she said quickly.

Too quickly? I just didn't know. I started thinking things 
through, trying to work through all the permutations. My logic 
began to run circles in my mind, and I just couldn't decide for 
sure whether or not she'd heard what I'd said about her. She 
could have _just_ walked up when I'd happened to run into her. 
That must be what happened, I tried to convince myself.

But I couldn't be sure, and I began to replay events in my mind. 
_I'd yelled at Stacy and then dived into the water... Once I'd 
climbed out of the water, I was still thinking about sex with 
Kendall, seeing her beneath me as I sank into her..._ No, no, no! I 
had to change my train of thought, before...

"Oh," she said suddenly.

Treacherous organ!

I wanted to run, but her mouth-watering body was still pressed 
against me, her arms still around my neck. As my thoughts 
returned to the present, the sensations of her body against me 
battered my senses, and I quickly became fully erect. I took a 
deep breath. If I did run away, it would only make things worse. 
And the fact that Kendall hadn't recoiled in horror when she felt 
my erection bump into her served to calm my nerves a little. But 
only a little.

"Kendall," I said slowly. "You'd better let me go now."

"You don't have to leave," she said plaintively as she began to 
loosen her death grip on my neck.

"No," I said as calmly as I could. "I'm not going to leave. But 
you'd better let me go now. You know," I said with a nervous 
laugh, "as in 'you'd better let go of me.'"

"Oh, God. I'm so sorry."

She loosened her arms and stepped back slowly. When she did, my 
erection sprang up and bounced gently. Her eyes were naturally 
drawn to the motion. They widened when she saw my jutting 
manhood, and then snapped back to my face. She quickly wiped her 
damp cheeks and stared straight into my eyes.

"I'm sorry. It's natural, but...," I said hesitantly. She was 
desperately trying not to look down at my dick. "When a beautiful 
girl hugs me like you just did, well... I'm sorry. Sometimes, it's 
just gonna happen," I said lamely. When a beautiful girl hugs me 
like you just did and I start thinking about having sex with her, 
it's _always_ gonna happen, I thought to myself.

She swallowed hard and nodded jerkily.

"I'm really sorry. Let's just ignore it, and it'll go away."

Where had I found the courage to say that? I still don't know. 
The Paul from the beginning of the summer would have already run 
away, overcome by embarrassment. The new Paul was blithely 
standing there telling a beautiful girl to just ignore his 
erection. It was like I was on the outside looking in.

She swallowed hard, drew a deep breath, and then nodded. Then she 
squared her shoulders and looked at me seriously. I started to 
panic, thinking she was going to tell me something I didn't want 
to hear. I almost cringed when she opened her mouth.

"Would you like some tea?" she asked, as if we were in the parlor 
of her mother's house and I was visiting on Sunday afternoon.

With an act of will, I kept my jaw from dropping open. My life 
had turned surreal. I swallowed hard myself and slowly nodded.

She smiled shyly and turned to walk into the camper. I followed 
her, my erection leading the way, and I couldn't help but watch 
her beautiful body as she opened the screen door and mounted the 
two steps into the camper. Inside the cool interior, I spotted a 
banquette where the kitchen table would normally be set up and 
quickly sat down. My erection poked up embarrassingly, but I did 
my best to act like nothing was amiss.

Kendall fixed two glasses of ice, refilling the tray and 
replacing it in the small refrigerator. She poured the tea and 
then handed a glass to me. When she thought I wasn't looking, I 
caught her sneaking a glance at my erection, and smiled to 
myself. She sat next to me on the banquette--painfully close--and 
my cock throbbed as I felt the heat of her body and smelled the 
cocoa butter on her skin.

I hate iced tea, but I choked down half the glass before either 
of us had the courage to speak. When we did, we both started to 
speak at the same time. We both laughed and told the other to go 
first. That brought about another round of nervous laughter.

"I'm sorry you couldn't find me today," I said. "I had to mend a 
few fences."

"I'll bet," she said sincerely.

I looked at her sharply. Did she know? Had she heard after all? 
She saw my direct gaze and took a long swallow of tea, nearly 
draining her glass. Unconsciously, I imitated the gesture and 
tried to hide my grimace as the tea slid over my tongue.

"So, have you had a chance to read more Eudora Welty?" she asked, 
deftly changing the subject.

I looked at her gratefully and shook my head. After that, our 
conversation became innocuous. I saw her steal a few more glances 
at my slowly shrinking erection, but as we talked--and thoughts 
of her with her legs spread beneath me were driven from my mind--
the blood drained from my penis and it eventually returned to its 
normal state.

"You want some more tea?" she asked brightly as I clutched my 
nearly empty glass.

"Kendall," I said earnestly. "There's something I've got to tell 
you."

For a moment, she looked panic-stricken and I had to suppress a 
chuckle.

"I _hate_ iced tea."

She looked at me in growing fear. Then she realized what I had 
said and burst out laughing. "Then why'd you drink it, silly?"

I shrugged bashfully. "It was a good distraction," I said lamely.

"You mean you prefer iced tea over _me_?"

"Kendall, no! Of course not! You know how I feel about you..."

Her eyes widened and she pointedly did _not_ look at my penis.

I blushed and started to stammer another apology when she 
suddenly grinned. My blush deepened as I realized that she'd been 
teasing me and I started to fidget with my glass.

"You know how it is," I said, hoping it was enough of an 
explanation. I wanted to say more, but I couldn't find the words.

She put her hand on my forearm, and the coolness of her touch 
almost made me start. Her hands were soft, and gentle, and calmed 
my anxiety. I looked up and gazed into her deep blue eyes.

"Yeah," she said sadly. "I know how it is."

We shared a quiet moment, saying more with our eyes than we'd 
said with words in past half-hour. She looked down at the melting 
ice in her glass and studied it for a long time. Then she quietly 
looked up at me and smiled bravely. She took my glass from my 
listless fingers and stood gracefully.

My eyes followed her as she set the glasses in the sink and then 
turned back to me. She walked towards me and silently extended 
her hand. I took it without a word and stood. I stepped close to 
her and she looked at me expectantly. I pulled her closer still 
and wrapped my arms around her. She came willingly and I pressed 
my cheek against her.

I kissed her lightly, my lips barely brushing over the satin skin 
of her face. "Thank you," I whispered.

She nodded and hugged me even tighter. Then we separated and 
shared a shy smile. I took her hand and led her out of the camper 
into the bright afternoon sun. I reluctantly let her hand drop, 
and looked into her eyes again, praying that she understood my 
unspoken explanation. She smiled sadly and nodded.

We didn't touch each other again as we walked down to the lake 
and our families, but we stayed very, very close.

-----

Copyright 2002 Nick Scipio. All rights reserved.

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