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Author: Nick Scipio
Title: Summer Camp - Book 1: Susan
Part: Chapter 22
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 Nick Scipio

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Once inside our cabin, we sat down on the couch, both shell-
shocked from the conversations with our mothers.

"That was weird," I said quietly.

"Yeah."

"Have you told your mom? I mean... you know."

She shook her head. "But I think she's got a pretty good idea."

"Yeah. My mom figured things out too. She talked to me about it 
yesterday morning."

Gina looked at me in shock.

"No, nothing like that. She just wanted to make sure that I 
wouldn't... you know... force you or anything."

"You could have," she said in a quiet, almost wistful, voice.

I turned towards her on the couch, taking her hand in my own. "I 
know."

She turned and looked at me, wide-eyed.

I smiled. "I know. But I wouldn't be the kind of guy you'd like 
if I'd do something like that. You know I won't force you. Don't 
you?" Suddenly, it was _very_ important that she understand this.

She nodded, assured. "Kara said the same thing."

My eyes flew wide in shock, and she giggled involuntarily.

"You told Kara?" I asked, incredulous.

"Uh huh," she said seriously. "She's known everything since that 
first time we went hiking."

"You're kidding me?" I was in shock.

She shook her head. "She likes you. She says you're a good guy, 
because you're not rushing me."

"Is that why she was so nice to me last night, and then this 
morning?"

"Mmm hmm. Last night, I told her what happened between us."

"Everything?" I asked, my voice squeaky.

"Pretty much. She and I are real close. Well... now we are. We used 
to fight real bad sometimes. But we get along real well now."

"Everything?" Was I repeating myself? I was.

She smiled, gently, and squeezed my hand. "It's okay. She's cool. 
She won't tell anyone."

"Are you sure?"

She laughed and then nodded quickly. "With all the stuff I know 
about her, she won't tell anyone. I trust her."

I was still dubious.

She chuckled lightly. "You're such a goof," she chided me gently. 
"But you're _my_ goof."

I blushed and grinned at her shyly. "I just can't believe you 
told her everything."

"Ha! You should be happy I did."

I looked at her, my expression full of unasked questions.

"She's the one who told me that I should suck you off."

My poor, battered sensibilities couldn't take much more of this. 
I looked at her, completely abashed.

She laughed again, her eyes dancing. Then she nodded. "She showed 
me what to do, the basics, I mean, and told me that I'd really 
like it. And that you'd _love_ it." Her expression turned into a 
teasing moue. "You do, don't you?"

I swallowed hard and nodded. Then I looked out the screened 
window. No one was in sight. When I looked back at Gina, she was 
grinning shyly at me. I pulled my hand out of her grasp, gently, 
and touched her face. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, 
pressing her cheek against me.

I leaned forward and tilted my head, pressing my lips against 
hers. She eagerly responded, and I moved my tongue over her lips, 
tasting her. I broke the kiss and she slowly opened her eyes. 
When she did, I leaned back on the couch, pulling her with me. 
She readily followed, and as I laid my head on the armrest, she 
crawled atop me. We untangled our legs and I pulled her head down 
again, kissing her tenderly.

Her nipples hardened against my chest and I moved my hands down 
her back, cupping her ass. She ground her hips against me and I 
felt myself begin to harden.

"Mmmmm," she purred, low in her throat.

"You like that?"

"Yes," she hissed as I pulled her hips against me, pressing my 
erection into her.

She lowered her head and kissed me again, with rising ardor. I 
responded against her, rocking my hips back and forth, rubbing 
her pussy with my erection. She moaned again and pressed her lips 
against me even harder.

Then she pulled back and began kissing my cheeks and neck. I 
gasped as she moved down and tenderly kissed my ear, her silky 
hair whispering over my cheek. She darted her tongue inside my 
ear and my breath caught again. For such a small gesture, the 
pleasure was almost overpowering; intense and highly erotic. Gina 
felt my reaction and blew gently, teasing me. I clutched her ass 
and groaned as she darted her tongue in again.

My breathing grew ragged and I hugged her to me. She gasped when 
my erection swelled against her, and then renewed her assault. 
Somewhere in the middle of what she was doing to me, I lost the 
capacity for coherent thought. I simply arched my back against 
her, sucking in air though my nose, lips closed tightly in 
pleasure.

Finally, deliciously, she relented. Kissing her way back up my 
cheek, I came to my senses, panting from the excitement and 
grinning like an idiot.

"You like that?" she asked, full of feigned innocence.

I nodded jerkily and her eyes laughed at me. I lifted my head to 
kiss her and she pulled back playfully.

I looked at her questioningly.

She shook her head and I felt my brow crease in a confused frown. 
She smiled brightly and kissed the tip of my nose. Then, 
suddenly, her lips crushed against mine. I felt her breathing on 
my cheek, hot and quick, her tongue running along my lips, 
teasing me. With my hands still on her ass, I ground my hips 
against her, causing her to moan.

She pulled back from the kiss, breathless and drunken-eyed.

"I want you to do something for me," I whispered.

She closed her lips and swallowed, her eyes filled with love, and 
desire.

"I want you to suck me."

Her nostrils flared and a small smile played across her lips. 
Without a word, she began to crawl down my body. I spread my legs 
to accommodate her and she curled up on the couch between them. 
Then, I put one hand behind my head and took a deep breath.

With her hand, she lifted my erection and kissed the tip, right 
at the sensitive curve where the crown met the shaft. She kissed 
down the bottom ridge until her soft cheek brushed across my 
balls, then continued to kiss them as well. With her hot breath 
bathing my testicles, I took another deep breath and closed my 
eyes.

She kissed back up my shaft then slowly sucked the head into her 
mouth. Silken strands of her dark hair brushed across my 
sensitive inner thighs and I shuddered. I felt her breath on the 
top of my shaft as she worked her lips against the crown, 
flicking her tongue over the slit at the tip.

As she removed her lips from my cock, I groaned. I felt more than 
heard her laughter as she began to plant wet kisses down the side 
of my shaft. Once she reached the base, she switched sides and 
moved toward the crown, kissing and sucking as she went. She 
wrapped her hand around my shaft, and at the same time circled 
the tip with her strong tongue.

My hips jerked, and I felt her laughter again, her hot breath 
gusting across my pubic hair. She pumped my cock a few times, 
loosely, and then took the head back in her mouth. I shuddered as 
I felt her lips open and move down my length. Her hair tickled my 
thighs and abdomen as she raised herself over me. I opened my 
eyes and looked down my torso at the crown of her head as she 
slowly lowered her mouth over my shaft.

When she clamped her lips around me, about halfway down, I 
groaned and let my head fall back against the armrest. She worked 
her mouth on my erection, caressing me with her tongue, and then 
slowly withdrew, dragging her lips along my length. When she 
reached the glans, she let my cock pop completely out of her 
mouth.

Teasing me, she kissed the underside of the crown playfully, 
running her tongue along the seam and into the hole at the tip. 
My breathing got deeper as my arousal grew and I closed my eyes 
again, savoring the feeling of her between my legs. She teased 
the bottom of my glans for a moment then squeezed the base.

I felt her tongue begin to describe arcs along the sides of my 
shaft as she moved towards the base. She opened her hand and 
moved toward my balls, pulling at the loose skin of my scrotum 
with her lips, flicking it with her tongue. She moved lower still 
and took one of my testicles in her mouth, sucking gently, 
washing it with her tongue. I groaned quietly as she switched to 
the other, then finally released it, wet with her saliva and 
cooling as the air slowly dried it.

I clenched and my penis swelled in her loose grasp. She cooed in 
delight and returned to my shaft, kissing her way up my length. 
Once she reached the crown, she took it in her mouth, circling it 
with her tongue. I jerked my hips, trying to get her to take more 
of me in her mouth, and she released me entirely, chuckling 
mischievously.

I raised my head and opened my eyes, looking down my torso at 
her, only to see her looking back at me with smoldering eyes and 
a wry grin. She opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around my 
shaft, maintaining eye contact. Then she flicked her tongue 
against the bottom of the head and I groaned, letting my head 
fall back. I felt her chuckling around my shaft and closed my 
eyes again as she started sinking towards the base of my cock.

Once she had half my dick in her mouth, she stopped and wrapped 
her hand around the shaft. She began bobbing her head, slowly, 
raking my sensitive shaft with her soft, supple lips. I moaned 
again, low in my chest, and she sped her pace. When she reached 
the crown, she would lock her lips around the ridge and then 
plunge back down, caressing me with her tongue as she did. Then 
she would pull back up, sucking as she did, squeezing and pumping 
with her hand.

I moaned again and put my free hand on the back of her head. She 
moaned as well, vibrating my cock with her mouth and trying to 
take more of me. She got perhaps all but three inches and clamped 
her lips shut, working her mouth and caressing my shaft with her 
tongue. I groaned again as she returned to bobbing her head.

She maintained her up and down motion, my hand still on the back 
of her head, and I soon felt my orgasm welling up. I was 
breathing deeply through my nose, nostrils flaring with each 
breath. I squeezed my eyes shut tight, lost in the pleasure she 
was giving me with her mouth.

With a rush, I felt the first surge of semen flow up my shaft. 
She moaned as the hot liquid spurted into the back of her throat. 
My cock jerked and spasmed in her mouth, shooting my come like a 
geyser into her throat. She moaned again as the spurts slowed. 
Milking my cock with her hand, she continued sucking as my orgasm 
slowly subsided.

I opened my eyes and saw stars, slowly letting my clenched back 
and leg muscles go slack. She brushed the sensitive head of my 
cock with her tongue and I started, jerking my hips against her. 
I ran my fingers through her glossy black hair, savoring its 
texture and the heat of her scalp.

She pulled up a little and I felt her swallow, then swallow 
again. Her breath on the top of my saliva-slick cock felt 
exquisite and I savored the feeling, my hips still twitching from 
the strength of my orgasm.

Finally, she let my slowly shrinking cock fall from her lips and 
I felt her brush her hair back. I raised my head off the armrest 
and looked at her, her eyes holding my own and smiling. She 
kissed the tip of my shiny cock and smiled at me, languidly 
closing her eyes and pressing her lips against my glans again.

I shuddered, half from the feeling and half from the sight 
itself. Then she opened her eyes and smiled at me. I sat up and 
gently pulled her up my body, my slippery cock rubbing along her 
smooth skin as she moved.

She flattened herself against my chest, her weight deliciously 
slight, and kissed me. I tasted myself on her lips and pressed up 
into her, darting my tongue into her mouth.

With a sigh, we broke the kiss. She stared into my eyes, from 
only a few inches away, and I felt my heart swell and threaten to 
burst. I languorously rubbed my hand along her back, lightly 
scratching my fingernails across her satin skin and she smiled 
dreamily, laying her head on my shoulder. Her silken hair 
cascaded over my shoulder as she settled against me and kissed 
the hollow of my neck.

"I love you," I whispered.

"Mmm hmm," she said, sighing contentedly. "Me too."

-----

We lay there for a few minutes, simply relaxing and enjoying each 
other's company. I was running my fingers up and down her spine, 
enjoying the feeling as her breathing slowed and became deep and 
even.

"I'm glad I have you," she said quietly.

"Mmmmm, me too."

"Kara was right."

"About what?"

"She said you were a good guy. I mean, I knew you were too," she 
hastily added, "but she said I was lucky you weren't pushing me."

"I'm glad."

"And she said..." She raised her head to look at me, and even with 
her complexion I could tell she was blushing. "She said that...," 
her face assumed an odd expression and I realized she was about 
to quote Kara. "'If he's the kind of guy who'll go down on you, 
and he's any good, then you'd better make sure he's happy.'"

"I am."

She blushed again and grinned shyly. "I know you're good, silly."

"No. I mean I'm happy."

"Oh," she said sheepishly.

"But thanks."

She laid her head on my chest again and sighed contentedly. "I 
told Kara about it when we got back. About last week, when we 
were at the quarry, and you..." She paused for a second and 
gathered her courage. "And you went down on me."

"Wow," I said softly.

I felt her nod against my chest. "That's when she told me that I 
should go down on you too. That's why I did, that night after the 
movie, on the float."

"I'm glad you did."

She nodded again. "Me too. When I told her about what you did... to 
my... to my pussy, she got real excited."

My eyes went wide, but I wisely kept my mouth shut.

"When I told her about it, it was dark, and we were sitting in 
the rocking chairs on the front porch, by ourselves. I could tell 
she was kinda playing with herself."

I felt my pulse quicken, and I realized with a start that 
thinking of Kara masturbating excited me. With all my willpower, 
I tried not to get hard.

"She said I was real lucky. She said she likes you."

"Likes me?"

"Yeah."

I began to panic. I liked Kara, but I loved Gina. What if Kara 
did something? What if she got jealous or something? Listen to 
me, I chided myself, thinking about older girls falling over 
themselves to be with me. Fat chance of that!

"She wouldn't do anything," Gina said softly when she felt my 
heartbeat and breathing grow quicker. "I used to flirt with her 
boyfriends, she goes through them pretty quickly sometimes. There 
was this one guy that she was dating, last year. I'd flirt with 
him when she wasn't around. I think she really liked him, too."

I listened intently, idly stroking her back.

"He broke up with her and begged me to go out with him. Kara and 
I got in this really big fight about it. She didn't talk to me 
for a week. I felt so awful. I didn't even like him, really. I 
guess I just wanted to... Well, I don't know what I wanted to do. I 
apologized about a million times. She wouldn't even say anything 
to me, she'd just get up and leave if I tried to talk to her.

"She'd go to her room and lock her door and I could hear her 
crying. I felt so bad. I even had to ride the bus for a week, 
because she wouldn't let me ride with her when she drove to 
school. When Mom found out, they had a long talk. Mom came out of 
her room and told me that I needed to apologize to Kara. I told 
her that I had, a million times. Mom just said 'go in and 
apologize again.'

"So I did. Kara had been crying. I told her how sorry I was. She 
looked so awful. I think she felt bad for how she'd treated me 
too. Mom kept Leah helping her in the kitchen, so she wouldn't 
ask us what was the matter. I promised Kara that I'd never do it 
again, and she forgave me. I cried so hard when she did. I felt 
so bad for what I'd done to her, but I hated it worse when she 
wouldn't talk to me.

"That's the last fight we've ever had. She's never really been 
interested in any of my boyfriends, but after that night, we 
promised each other that we'd never try to steal the other one's 
guy." She cleared her throat and took a deep breath. "So I trust 
her. She really does like you, but I'm not worried about her 
trying to steal you or anything. She tells me stuff about her 
boyfriends now." She hugged me tight. "I'm just happy that I've 
got something to tell her now too. I'm glad Kara and I are really 
close now, I don't know what I'd do if she ever didn't talk to me 
again."

I didn't know how I felt about Gina telling her sister about the 
two of us. On the one hand, I liked some of the things that Kara 
told Gina, especially about giving me head. But I was also 
worried that... Well, I don't know what I was worried about, 
exactly. I just was.

I banished my worries and hugged her tight, enjoying the small 
squeak she emitted as I did so. She hugged me back and sighed 
deeply.

"Mmmmm, I know what I want to do," I said softly, stroking her 
hair.

"What?"

Without answering, I rolled towards the back of the couch, 
pulling her along as I did. I quickly shifted so that she was 
lying on the couch and I was supporting myself over her. I bent 
forward to kiss her, enjoying knowing what I was going to do and 
delighting in the confused look in her eyes. I kissed her, 
tasting her lips against my own, and she responded against me. 
When we broke the kiss, her eyes slowly opened and focused on my 
face. I grinned mischievously and kissed the tip of her nose.

"I thought I'd show you, again, why Kara thinks I'm such a nice 
guy," I said.

"Huh?"

"You'll see."

I kissed down her elegant neck and she arched her back, sighing. 
She put her hands on my head to hold me close as I kissed my way 
down her chest. I moved to the side and sucked her puckered brown 
nipple into my mouth, teasing it with my tongue. She gasped when 
I did, and I grinned to myself. Gently clamping my lips against 
her nipple, I pulled back, extending it and lifting her breast 
slightly. She moaned again and I switched to the other breast.

I circled her areola with the tip of my tongue, teasing her. She 
whimpered and I relented, pulling her crinkly nipple into my 
mouth and warming it with my tongue. Still holding my head, she 
arched her back, trying to force more of her sensitive nipple 
into my mouth. I circled the sleek brown pebble with my tongue, 
causing her to moan, once again grinning to myself.

I released her nipple and lavished attention on her other breast. 
She moaned against me, deep in her chest, as I alternated between 
the hard little buds, sucking and licking them for several 
minutes. She ran her fingers through my hair and sighed as I 
released her and lifted my head to gaze into her eyes.

A mischievous expression on my face, I blew her a kiss and began 
to move down her body. I ran my tongue down her flat stomach, 
circling her navel, dipping into it, making her shudder and gasp. 
I planted a kiss on the shallow depression and then began to kiss 
lower. When I reached the top of her pubic hair, I stopped, 
bathing her midsection with my hot breath. She whimpered and her 
hips shuddered with desire.

I nuzzled the full strip of her bush, teasing her as I inhaled 
the scent of her arousal. Without warning, I pulled back and she 
whimpered again. Shouldering her right leg aside, I lifted it, my 
hand behind her knee. I kissed the inside of her knee, brushing 
the smooth skin with my cheeks. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, I 
kissed along her inner thigh, feeling her desire transmitted 
through her tremors.

When I reached the crease where her thigh met her pussy, I 
paused, breathing in her aroma and then exhaling against her 
satin skin. She shuddered again and I slowly kissed the inside of 
her thigh, mere inches from her pussy. With a wicked grin that 
she couldn't see, and probably wouldn't have wanted to, I rested 
her right leg on the back of the couch and moved to her left one.

With my left hand holding her spread open, resting lightly on the 
inner thigh of her right leg, I breathed on the inside of her 
left knee. She shuddered again, and I kissed the sensitive flesh 
of her inner thigh, moving inexorably towards her pussy. When I 
felt her pubic hair tickling my cheek, I smiled again, skipping 
over her pussy entirely and brushing my face against her opposite 
thigh.

She whimpered and tried to thrust her hips against me. I held her 
down, gently, with my hands on her inner thighs, keeping her 
spread open before me. Finally, I pulled back and looked at her 
pussy. The scent of her dewy arousal made my head swim, and I 
closed my eyes, drowning out the sight of her beautiful vulva, 
concentrating on the heady aroma.

When I opened them again, I bent forward to kiss her mons and she 
shuddered with the contact, bucking her hips against me. I licked 
the tip of my finger and rubbed it along her slit, parting the 
sparse fringe of hair. When I reached the bottom, I eased my 
fingertip into her and she moaned. I felt her thighs tremble as I 
slowly shoved more of my finger into her pussy.

I pulled it out, spreading her lubrication over the surrounding 
lips, and then slowly plunged back in. When my finger was 
completely buried in her pussy, I leaned forward again and ran my 
tongue along her slit, tasting the tangy flavor of her lust, and 
she quivered at the touch. I grinned to myself again, enjoying 
teasing her, and kissed her mons, pressing into the base of her 
clit. I teased her like this for several minutes, enjoying the 
sensations of her rising passion.

Finally, I relented, and parted her outer labia with my tongue. 
She shuddered again as the tip caressed the length of her inner 
lips. Taking my hand off her inner thigh, I gently spread her 
lips, marveling as her inner labia blossomed with her arousal. I 
ran my tongue between them, tasting her again, and flicked it up 
under the hood concealing her clit. She gasped and tried to 
thrust her hips into my face, to force my tongue against her 
again.

I chuckled mischievously and pressed my lips against the hood, 
pressing down with my tongue and forcing a louder moan from her. 
Her pussy hot and tight around my impaling finger, I began to 
slowly slide it in and out of her. I bumped my nose against her 
clit as I licked and sucked her inner lips, feeling them plump 
with arousal under my attention.

With my left hand resting on her mons, I spread apart her labia 
using my thumb and forefinger, delighting in the light and dark 
pink of her folds. Slowly sliding my finger back into her 
clutching pussy, I crooked my fingertip up and she moaned 
deliriously.

Finally, I started to lick her seriously, my remorseless teasing 
a thing of the past. She moaned again, hips quivering, as I 
flicked my tongue against her clit. Placing my lips over her 
hood, I sucked it into my mouth, working it with my lips, forcing 
it to rub against the sensitive berry it normally protected.

I began thrusting my finger into her a little quicker and trailed 
my tongue along the fold between her inner and outer lips. Her 
hips trembled, thighs quivering with desire, as I once again 
sucked her inner labia into my mouth. When I released them, I 
concentrated on her clit, buzzing my tongue against it and making 
her pant.

When I pulled back, her clit was fully engorged and sticking out 
from under its hood, a pink berry begging to be sucked. I flicked 
my tongue against it and felt her pussy clutch my finger. As her 
thighs tensed and her trembling increased, I quickly realized 
that she was close to coming.

In an all-out assault on her clit, I drove her over the edge. A 
gush of moisture flooded around my finger and her pussy clutched 
at me, spasming. She bucked her hips against me, buttocks 
clenched, and her moans turned into a low wail. She stifled it as 
well as she could and I continued circling her clit, driving her 
onward, fueling her orgasm.

Her pussy gripped my invading finger, trying to pull it further 
inside her, and then, abruptly, her clit disappeared. My tongue 
already in motion, I raked across her sensitive glans before it 
fully disappeared and she cried out, the quiet of the cabin and 
surrounding pine forest shattered for an instant.

I pulled back and gently rubbed my face across her mons, 
caressing her inner thighs with my cheeks, letting my finger rest 
within her still-spasming pussy. She slowly relaxed her buttocks 
and legs, and I felt her go limp, panting. I kissed her mons 
again, careful to avoid her sensitive clit, and slowly withdrew 
my finger from her drenched pussy. I smiled silently, feeling the 
pruned skin of my finger finally emerge from her heated depths. 
She shuddered again as it left her, her ragged breath catching in 
her throat.

She was covered with a sheen of sweat, and I tasted the salt of 
her exhaustion as I kissed my way back up her trembling stomach 
to her heaving chest. I held myself above her, feeling the 
radiant heat of her body washing over me, and kissed her 
tenderly. She slowly raised her arm, which had fallen off the 
couch entirely when she came, and wrapped it around my back. 
Holding me close, she panted, her breathing still ragged. Once 
again, I smiled to myself, burying my face against her neck and 
kissing her gently.

She slid to the edge of the couch and made room for me next to 
her. I slid my arm under her neck and rolled to the back of the 
couch. She moved towards me and clutched me, still weak from her 
orgasm, smiling drunkenly, eyes hooded and dreamy. We held each 
other like that for a long time.

-----

We dozed for a while, comfortable in each other's arms. I knew we 
didn't have much time, couldn't have much time, however, before 
she would need to join her family to pack for the trip home.

Home.

Charleston.

Away from me.

For a year.

I felt my breath catch, and my eyes suddenly stung. Gina shifted 
against me, burrowing deeper into the hollow of my shoulder, and 
I blinked back my tears.

She suddenly drew a deep breath and pulled back, looking at me 
through sleepy eyes.

"What's the matter?" she asked quietly, dark eyes slowly focusing 
on my face.

"Nothing," I said stoically.

She closed her eyes and smiled. I kissed her forehead and pulled 
her close. We stayed like that for some time. I listened to the 
sound of the wind through the trees and felt her heart beating 
next to mine, her smooth skin pressed against me, and I never 
wanted it to end.

-----

I felt her shift again, some time later, and I stroked her back.

"We probably should take a quick shower," I said quietly.

She sighed against me and yawned. "Yeah," she said with 
resignation. "You wanna go first?"

"Who says we have to take two showers?"

She pulled back and blinked at me, clearly confused. Then, 
slowly, the light dawned. She grinned sheepishly and nuzzled 
against me again.

"Would you like that?" I asked softly.

"Mmm hmm."

I swung my leg over her and stood up, then helped her to her 
feet. Hand in hand, we walked into the bathroom and shut the door 
behind us.

I quickly adjusted the water temperature and held the shower 
curtain for her, stepping in after she did. She wasn't used to 
showering with another person, and while I had done it a few 
times, it was still a little awkward at first. Despite all the 
intimacy we'd shared, I could tell that showering with me was a 
very new, and very different, experience for her.

I quickly decided that I would need to take the lead. Moving her 
gently with body language and light touches, I got her under the 
spray and then doused myself. Grabbing the soap, I quickly 
lathered and rinsed myself while she watched, mesmerized. Turning 
to her, I lathered the soap and held my arms open, inviting her 
forward.

She came, hesitantly, and I began tenderly lathering her. Her 
smooth skin became slippery under my sure touch, and I could tell 
that she was relaxing when she realized I knew what I was doing. 
Standing under the strong spray from the showerhead, I pulled her 
to me, cupping her soap-slippery breasts and gently kneading 
them. She sighed and laid her head back on my shoulder, 
luxuriating in the warmth of my body.

I slid my hands down her firm stomach, switching the soap to my 
left hand as I lathered her pubic area with my right. She started 
at first, but then quickly realized that I wasn't going to 
penetrate her with my soapy finger. I knew it would sting, and 
didn't want her to suffer. Crouching, I quickly washed her thighs 
and calves, enjoying the feeling of her firm muscles under my 
fingers. I lathered her back and shoulders as well, and then 
stepped back, pulling her towards the spray.

Once she was completely rinsed off, I turned her to face me and 
grinned. She grinned in reply and pressed herself against my 
chest, wrapping her arms around me and hugging me tight.

"Remind me to thank whoever taught you how to shower with a 
girl," she said.

"I thought you might like taking a shower together."

"Mmmmm."

"You were a little scared at first, though. Weren't you?"

"Was it that obvious?" she asked.

"No," I said, shaking my head. "I'm just getting to know you 
pretty well, that's all."

She pulled back and looked at me, grinning mischievously. "Some 
ways better than others," she said, almost purring.

"Uh huh."

The water started to run cold and I quickly reached to turn it 
off. I heard her open the shower curtain and when I turned, she 
was holding two towels, grinning insouciantly.

I took the proffered towel and began to dry myself, stepping out 
of the tub as I ran the towel over my legs. Gina stepped out 
shortly after me and neatly folded her towel, returning it to the 
bar. She took mine and folded and hung it as well, grinning at 
me.

"Thanks," I said.

"You're welcome," she said, then grinned wryly. "I've gotta take 
care of my man."

She reached for my comb and ran it through her wet, shiny hair, 
combing it straight back over her head and tucking it behind her 
ears. Then she reached up and combed my hair as well, arranging 
it how I usually wore it.

"Now," she asked, eyes wide with feigned innocence, "is there 
anything else I need to take care of, for my man?"

With a mischievous look of my own, I nodded slowly. I could 
already feel my penis becoming erect, stiffening slowly.

"Oh?"

I grinned slowly and arched an eyebrow at her.

She looked down, and in mock surprise said, "Oh my!" Looking back 
up at me, she grinned devilishly. "I think I know what my man 
needs me to take care of."

I nodded and she began to sink to the rug-covered tile of the 
floor. I watched, enraptured, as she knelt between my feet and 
opened her mouth, holding my eyes with her own. When she locked 
her lips around my engorged glans, I closed my eyes and groaned, 
inhaling deeply.

As I slowly exhaled, I leaned my head back and savored the 
feeling of her lips around my shaft. I quickly became fully erect 
and she began sucking me with long, sure strokes, taking half my 
length in her mouth and then slowly withdrawing her lips.

She held me by the base and had begun to run her tongue up and 
down the length of my shaft when...

Knock, knock, knock!

My head snapped forward and her eyes flew open. We looked each 
other in panic, paralyzed by the sound.

"Paul?"

It was Mom. I easily recognized her voice through the door.

I cleared my throat. "Yes?" I asked, putting as much composure 
into my voice as I could muster.

"We're all going to have lunch together in about 15 minutes," she 
said. "Okay?"

"Um... sure. No problem."

"Okay then. I'm going to head back down to the clubhouse."

We heard the screen door swing shut and I slumped against the 
cool porcelain of the sink.

I looked down and my erection had gone limp in Gina's hands.

Her eyes smoldering, she leaned forward and licked the tip of my 
flaccid penis.

I looked down at her, eyebrows arched questioningly.

"I want it so bad, Paul," she said, almost begging. She jerked my 
limp cock and took me in her mouth again.

Seeing the lust plainly graven on her face, I rapidly hardened. 
She made a surprised and delighted sound and I stood upright. Her 
mouth never left my dick as I stood, and she began bobbing her 
head back and forth. She moved her hand in time with her mouth, 
and watching her, I felt my orgasm quickly building.

With a groan, I came. Gina clamped her lips around my girth when 
she felt the first spurt, pumping my length with her fist. I came 
so quickly that I closed my eyes and saw stars. Spurt after spurt 
of my hot semen coursed through my shaft, filling her mouth as 
she relentlessly milked my cock with her hand and lips.

I shuddered and jerked as my orgasm subsided, than had to support 
myself on the sink as my legs went rubbery. When I felt my 
strength return, I opened my eyes and stared at the bathroom 
ceiling, the cold porcelain of the sink a marked contrast to the 
warmth of Gina's mouth around my slowly dwindling erection.

She sucked me gently, taking more of me into her mouth as I 
gradually shrank. When I could stand on my own again, I did so, 
looking down at her as she lavished my cock with attention.

Finally, reluctantly, she let my penis slip from her lips. She 
smiled beatifically at me as she opened her eyes, nostrils 
flaring as she drew a deep breath.

"Wow." It was the only coherent thought that I could muster.

"I've gotta take care of my man."

She grinned impishly and I helped her to her feet. Feeling my 
strength rapidly returning, I bent down and grabbed her around 
the waist, our heads at a level, and held her against my chest. 
Her hardened nipples bored into my flesh as I flexed my legs, 
lifting her easily.

She giggled as her feet came off the floor, then looked into my 
eyes. Our lips crushed together and we shared a passionate kiss. 
We broke the kiss, each breathing a little heavier, and grinned 
at each other. She was radiant, and I was the happiest, and 
luckiest, guy in the world.

-----

When we walked out onto the front porch of our cabin, a few 
minutes later, Kara called to us from the road. Apparently, she 
was just coming down from their cabin, headed for the clubhouse, 
and lunch, as well. I slipped my arm around Gina's shoulder 
protectively and she pressed herself against me, putting her own 
arm around my waist.

Kara watched us as we approached.

"You two have a good morning?" she asked, grinning broadly.

I felt the heat rising in my cheeks and neck, and could only grin 
at her.

"I'll tell you about it later," Gina said.

My eyes flew open in surprise, a reaction that Kara shared, even 
if hers was more subdued than my own.

"He knows?" Kara asked dubiously.

Gina looked at me and smiled, nodding. "I told him this morning."

Kara looked at me, measuring my reaction. "It doesn't bother 
you?"

"What? That you and Gina talk about me?"

She nodded.

"You keep giving her good suggestions, and it won't bother me a 
bit," I said as casually as I could.

"You keep making her happy, and I will!"

-----

We were walking down the hill, my arm still protectively around 
Gina, when she stopped suddenly. She looked at me in shock and 
held her hand over her mouth.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Oh my God. I completely forgot. I haven't packed a thing. I've 
got to get back to the cabin."

"Now?" I asked, somewhat plaintively.

Kara laughed richly, shaking her head at us. As one, Gina and I 
looked at her.

"Kara. It's not funny," Gina said, sounding hurt.

"I packed your stuff, silly," Kara said, her eyes still laughing.

Gina stared, open-mouthed and Kara winked at me. I couldn't help 
but grin in return. Gina looked back at me and shut her mouth, 
glaring balefully.

"I don't know which of you is worse," she said, exasperated.

Kara and I shared a quiet look and I gently turned Gina back 
towards the clubhouse. We started walking again, Gina trying, and 
failing, to stay mad at us.

"I left out your yellow shorts...," Kara said.

"The short shorts?"

"Uh huh."

"Thanks. I look good in those," Gina said, looking at me.

"And your white tank top, the one with the..."

"The one with the red heart on the front?" Gina asked, 
interrupting.

"If you'd let me finish," Kara said gently, "I'd've told you 
that."

"You know that shirt's too tight on me, up top," Gina said.

"Uh huh, but I thought Paul would enjoy it. And the heart's a 
nice touch, don't you think?"

Gina's breath caught in her throat, and then she burst out 
laughing. "Kara, you're so bad."

"Well, I _did_ pack your stuff."

"Yeah," Gina said soberly. "Thanks."

"Yeah, well, I figured someone," Kara said with a meaningful look 
in my direction, "had plans for you this morning."

Gina blushed and bit off any reply, settling for pulling me 
closer.

"Leah helped too," Kara said. "But since we packed for you, 
you've got to ride back in the middle."

"In the middle?" I asked, confused.

Gina looked at me. "Yeah, we each want to ride by the window, no 
one likes riding in the middle."

"Ah."

"But, I guess that's alright. Thanks, Kara."

"You're welcome." Kara looked at me over Gina's head. "And so are 
_you_."

It was my turn to blush, and I was thankful that we'd reached the 
clubhouse. I didn't know if I could take it if they both ganged 
up on me. I was barely able to keep up with Gina, much less Kara 
too.

-----

Lunch was a lot more fun than I thought it would be. Our moms had 
fixed fried chicken, mashed potatoes, corn on the cob, and a 
whole bunch of other things. It was like a picnic. Mom and 
Elizabeth kept things light-hearted, and Gina and I were content 
to go along with the prevalent mood, despite what we both knew--
and dreaded--was coming.

When lunch was over, the girls began to clean up. I stood, after 
an inquisitive glance from Gina, and began to help clean up as 
well. Why couldn't I have an old-fashioned girlfriend? One who 
would cook and clean and take care of me? With only a moment's 
thought, I decided I liked a modern, liberated girlfriend better. 
Especially a modern, liberated girlfriend like Gina. Helping 
clean up the lunch dishes, I decided I was pretty lucky.

After lunch, we sat around and chatted for a while, but I knew it 
was only a momentary delay. Dwight, Karen, and their kids came 
into the clubhouse as we were relaxing. They all had their 
clothes on and were ready to leave.

Dwight clapped me on the shoulder again--for a moment, I thought 
he'd broken it--and we all said our goodbyes. I felt like I had 
lead in my stomach, knowing that saying goodbye to Gina, goodbye 
for a year, was only a short time away. From the look in her eye 
as Dwight and Karen left, I could tell she was thinking the same 
thing.

Sooner than I wanted, but later than I'd expected, Chris and 
Elizabeth stood up. Kara and Leah stood, and then, with a forlorn 
look at me, Gina rose as well.

"Well, girls," Gina's father said, "let's head up to the cabin 
and get dressed. Then we can drive back down and get the last of 
our kitchen stuff."

"Do you need any help?" Mom asked.

Elizabeth smiled and shook her head. "Thanks, Beth. I think we've 
got everything."

"Okay, then," Mom said. "We'll see you when you get back."

Gina's mom nodded, and they headed out.

-----

Mom and Dad wisely realized that I didn't want to talk, and Erin 
even had the kindness to leave me alone. My parents moved to one 
of the couches and I headed out to the back porch, looking for 
some privacy. To my surprise, Erin followed me out.

I scowled at her, my eyes stinging.

"I was just gonna sit out here with you," she said, suddenly 
defensive. "I promise I won't bother you."

I nodded, ashamed for having glared at her, and sat down.

The white-painted wood of the Adirondack chair was warm and 
comfortable, and seemed to welcome me. There, I spent the longest 
20 minutes of my life, waiting for Gina to return.

In my head, I desperately wondered if she would still like me 
next summer. What if she met someone, someone at her school, that 
she liked more than me? What if they moved to another city, and 
didn't come back to the camp?

Twenty minutes is a lot of time to ask yourself "what if...?"

"This afternoon, do you wanna hang out down at the lake?" Erin 
suddenly asked.

I blinked to clear my eyes and then turned to stare at her.

"You said you wanted to hang out with me. You asked me," she 
said, getting defensive again.

I smiled. I knew what she was trying to do, and I might not have 
been able to thank her out loud, but I felt it in my heart. 
"Yeah, we can hang out by the lake," I said, letting her distract 
me from my maudlin thoughts.

"Do you think maybe," she asked slyly, "you could ask Kendall to 
join us?"

I looked at her, confused.

"And maybe... she could see if Drew wanted to hang out too."

I laughed, all my pent-up tension suddenly released by Erin's 
simple, yet sly, request. "Yeah, Erin, I think I can ask Kendall 
if she and Drew wanna hang out," I said, sadness coloring my 
tone.

"Good. 'Cause he is so cool. And so cute. And I never get to..."

I tuned her out, happy for the distraction, but I found that my 
thoughts lingered on Gina.

"Paul? Erin?" Mom called from within the clubhouse.

We both stood up quickly, and Erin gave me a comforting smile.

"Thanks, Erin." I didn't, couldn't, say more.

She knew what I meant. She smiled and nodded.

I opened the screen door for her, and we stepped into the cool 
dimness of the clubhouse.

Gina and her parents were there, with her sisters, talking to my 
folks. When Erin and I came in, they all looked at us. Gina's 
parents smiled and turned back to their conversation with Mom and 
Dad. Kara gave Gina a not-so-subtle shove, and she started 
walking towards me. Erin went to talk to Leah, and then I was all 
alone with Gina.

She looked even more beautiful now that she was dressed. There 
was something deliciously naughty about seeing her in clothes, 
when I knew what she looked like without them. The yellow shorts 
really did look good on her, accenting her beautiful, tanned 
legs, and the tank top _was_ too small for her chest. I realized, 
with a silent chuckle, that I could easily see her brown nipples 
poking through it. The shirt hugged her flat stomach and 
accentuated her tanned complexion. Her hair was pulled back in a 
short ponytail, the wispy fringes hanging down and framing her 
face.

My panicked thoughts from earlier came rushing back, and I felt 
like I was going to stop breathing. She walked towards me and 
extended her hand. It was only then that I noticed that she held 
a lavender envelope.

"It's my address," she said tentatively.

I swallowed hard and ruthlessly forced down my rising panic. I 
nodded and took the envelope, my mouth suddenly dry.

I wordlessly opened my arms and she pressed herself against me, 
laying her head on my chest and throwing her arms around my 
torso. She squeezed me and I kissed the top of her head, inhaling 
her scent.

All too soon, we parted. She smiled up at me through tear-filled 
eyes and sniffled.

"I promised myself that I wouldn't cry," she said, laughing to 
keep the tears at bay.

I put my hand against her cheek and she pressed her face against 
it. She squeezed her eyelids shut and a tear escaped, rolling 
down her cheek. With my thumb, I gently wiped it off. She opened 
her eyes and smiled sadly, thick, dark lashes filled with the 
moisture of her unshed tears.

"My mom's got your address, from your mom," she said, her voice 
thick with emotion.

I nodded silently.

"And she said we could call every once in a while, if you want 
to..."

I nodded again. I didn't trust myself to speak. The only thought 
running through my head was that I never wanted her to leave. And 
I knew she had to. Soon. She understood, and wordlessly put her 
face against my chest, sniffling again.

"I'll write to you every day," she said.

"Me too."

What else was there to say?

I was scared and uncertain, and my eyes stung with unshed tears. 
I blinked to clear them and held her, the girl I'd had a crush on 
as far back as I could remember. I held her for what seemed like 
such a short time.

And then, it was time for her to go. Her family had loaded the 
last of their kitchen baskets in their car, and said their last 
goodbyes. Over Gina's shoulder, I could see them waiting, making 
small talk with my family. Mom caught my glance and gestured with 
her eyes. I nodded, somberly, and kissed the top of Gina's head.

"Your family's ready to go."

She nodded, her smooth face rubbing against my own smooth chest, 
and drew a ragged breath, stepping back.

We walked to our gathered families and I said goodbye to hers 
while she did the same with mine. We followed them out to their 
station wagon, muttering pleasantries. With a sinking feeling in 
my gut, I watched them get in the car, with Gina in the middle of 
the back seat.

Her father started the station wagon, and Gina and I exchanged 
waves one last time. As they were driving off, Gina's head sagged 
and I watched as Kara put her arm around her sister. I knew Gina 
was crying, now, and my heart ached because I couldn't comfort 
her. I felt empty and alone, and scared, and knew that no one 
could possibly understand.

I loved her, and I knew she loved me.

Would she still love me, next year?

Next year was a lifetime away.

-----

Copyright (c) 2002 Nick Scipio. All rights reserved.

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