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Author: Nick Scipio
Title: Summer Camp - Book 1: Susan
Part: Chapter 24
Universe: Summer Camp
Summary: Coming-of-age story about a teenager whose family spends 
their summer vacations at a nudist camp.
Keywords: mF, mFF, teen, oral, anal
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Summer Camp - Book 1: Susan
by Nick Scipio

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

The next day, Dad prepared to leave for another set of trips. 
After breakfast, he and Mom went up to the cabin to pack. I 
suspected they were doing more than just packing Dad's suitcase, 
so I left them alone. I had learned a thing or two in the past 
few weeks about people who wanted to be alone.

Erin and I were hanging out with Kendall and Drew when Mom found 
us around midmorning. We took our leave, and the three of us 
headed up the hill to our cabin. Mom looked suspiciously happy, 
and gave me a wink when I arched my eyebrows at her. Erin was 
oblivious to the whole exchange as Mom and I shared a grin.

When we got to the cabin, Dad was just buttoning his uniform 
shirt. I picked up his heavy Jepps case and Erin grabbed his 
suitcase. We lugged the cases around back, to the car, and put 
them on the back seat. When Mom and Dad rounded the corner, Erin 
gave him a hug and I held out my hand.

"Take care of your mom and sister, Paul," Dad said, shaking my 
hand as he hugged Erin.

"I will, Dad."

"I know you will, kiddo. Now, you all run along. Have fun and 
behave. I'll be home next Wednesday."

"Bye, Dad," Erin and I chorused.

Erin and I then walked down the hill, chatting amicably. I was 
slowly realizing that when Erin wasn't picking on me, and I 
wasn't picking on her, she wasn't all that bad to be around. She 
was goofy when she was around Drew, but I began to appreciate 
that she didn't bother me as much as she used to. I hated to 
think that I was actually starting to like Erin, but no other 
explanation fit. I supposed I'd get used to it.

-----

I still had residual feelings of guilt for what I felt was a 
betrayal of Gina. I was looking forward to seeing Stacy, and I 
very much enjoyed my time with Susan, but I suspected that it 
would simply take some time before I felt comfortable with the 
notion that I could have sex with either of them without feeling 
guilty about it afterward.

I think the one thing that helped me immensely was the simple 
fact that I knew I did love Gina, that I was _in love_ with her, 
and that nothing would ever change that. I loved Susan as well, 
and I cared deeply for Stacy, but it wasn't the same as what I 
felt for Gina. With Gina, it simply wasn't something that I had 
to think about, I just _knew_.

So it was with only a little anxiety that I looked forward to 
seeing Stacy when she arrived. On the morning in question, the 
Friday after my father left, Susan greeted us as we were 
finishing breakfast.

"Hi Beth, Paul, Erin," she said cheerfully.

We all greeted her with some variation of "good morning" and she 
pulled out a chair to join us.

Erin was fidgeting--she probably wanted to go see what Drew 
Payton was up to--so Mom began stacking our breakfast plates.

"Erin," she said, handing the stack to my sister, "take these up 
and put them in the sink. Then you can head out."

Erin took the plates and nodded eagerly. She even smiled at me as 
she headed for the kitchen area.

Susan and Mom shared a knowing grin as they watched her.

"I just got off the phone with Stacy," Susan said, returning her 
attention to the table. "She said she's picking up her car and 
then heading this way. I gave her directions and told her we'd 
meet her at the gate at 11 o'clock."

"We?" I asked.

The two of them shared another knowing look and then they both 
smiled at me.

"I thought you might like to meet her at the gate with me," Susan 
said, feigning innocence.

Laughter twinkled in both their eyes as I blushed.

"You would, wouldn't you?" Susan asked.

I nodded shyly and felt my face heat further.

"Good. Why don't you meet me at the house at 10:45."

I nodded again and looked up. They were both grinning 
mischievously and I couldn't take it any more.

"Um... May I be excused?"

Mom nodded, her eyes still laughing gently, and I bolted.

-----

I went back to the cabin to fetch my watch and picked up the book 
that Kendall had lent me. I had discovered that I actually liked 
it. It was a far cry from the Heinlein and Niven that I usually 
read, but almost as enjoyable.

After the cabin, I headed down to the lake, hoping to find 
Kendall. She was in one of the lounge chairs by the lake, 
reading, as usual. I flopped down next to her and she smiled at 
me. She noticed the book I carried and arched her eyebrows.

"You like it?" she asked.

I nodded enthusiastically.

"Good."

With that, she returned to her book as I opened my own.

I checked my watch periodically throughout the morning, and 
Kendall noticed.

"You have a bus to catch?" she asked with a sidelong glance.

"No," I said, chuckling.

"What then? You've secretly sentenced yourself to 2 hours of 
'community service' so you have to spend time with me? You can't 
wait to get away?"

I shook my head again, still chuckling.

"Then _why_ do you keep looking at your watch?"

"I've got to meet Susan. A friend from town is coming to camp, 
and we're going to meet them at the gate."

"Them? Or her?"

I blushed furiously. "Her," I said sheepishly. I was rapidly 
discovering that trying to hide anything from Kendall had poor 
odds of succeeding.

"Ahhhh. A friend from town, eh? A female friend from town. 
Hmmmm," she said speculatively.

"It's not like that," I lied.

Kendall gave me a long, searching stare and finally arched an 
eyebrow at me.

I blushed deeper.

"Uh huh. Just as I thought," she said archly.

I looked at her with growing fear as she stared at me 
disapprovingly. Then she burst into a grin and I nervously 
grinned as well.

"I'm just teasing you, Paul," she said affectionately. "Is she 
our age?" she asked, changing the subject, much to my relief.

I shook my head. "She's 20, about to be 21."

"Ahhhh, so you like older women?"

I blushed again and she smiled at my reaction.

"So," she said lightly, "tell me about this mysterious older 
woman."

I looked at her and realized she was serious. She was still 
taking an inordinate amount of delight at making me squirm, but I 
could tell she was genuinely interested. I got the feeling that 
she wouldn't have asked if she weren't. So I told her about 
Stacy, in broad details.

"So you helped her out when she had car trouble?" Kendall asked.

I'd decided that keeping up that little bit of fiction was 
worthwhile. I nodded.

"That was very nice of you, Paul." She looked at me speculatively 
and then nodded. "I'm looking forward to meeting her."

I grinned and looked at my watch again. It was already 10:45; I 
was going to be late!

Kendall chuckled richly. "Go on. Go. Shoo."

I blushed, and then raced up the hill to meet Susan.

-----

When I got to Susan's house, she was waiting in the courtyard. 
She smiled at me and looked at her watch. I hung my head 
sheepishly and she smiled wider still. She was wearing her usual 
bikini bottoms and a pair of sandals. Her car keys in hand, she 
stood and we walked around to the garage.

The drive to the gate was uneventful. She maneuvered the station 
wagon so we could back up to the gate--a tricky task, given the 
narrowness of the sandy road--and turned off the engine. She got 
out of the car and motioned for me to follow her around behind 
it. Once there, she opened the tailgate and sat on it. I quickly 
joined her and we chatted as we waited.

We'd only been sitting there for 15 minutes or so when we saw a 
car approaching. As it approached, we saw that it was Stacy's 
Nova. She pulled up to the gate and stopped right as I jumped 
down to unlock the chain.

"You take care of her," Susan said, "while I move the car."

I nodded and bent to unlock the lock.

"As a matter of fact," Susan said as she shut the tailgate. "Why 
don't you just ride back with Stacy. Tell her to just follow me."

"Okay."

I let the chain fall as Susan pulled forward. Stacy put her car 
in gear and drove over the chain. When I had it securely locked 
again, I trotted around to the passenger side of the Nova. Stacy 
grinned as I got in, giving me an appraising look, and followed 
Susan as she drove off.

"Wow," she said. "It's kinda weird seeing you two just sitting 
there, like that."

"You get used to it."

"I guess. I mean, I'm kinda scared and excited all at once. Good 
scared, though."

We shared a smile and drove the rest of the way in silence.

-----

At Susan's house, I helped Stacy take her things inside. She had 
only brought a duffel bag and a big straw bag.

"Take her things into Kirk's room," Susan said.

I nodded and led Stacy into the courtyard. Kirk's room was to the 
right of the hall bathroom and served as Susan's impromptu guest 
bedroom. Kirk's posters of jet fighters and the obligatory Farrah 
Fawcett poster were still on the walls, and there were models 
hanging from the ceiling, but the room was neat and had fresh 
linens. Stacy seemed happy.

I felt Susan come up behind me and turned. She smiled and offered 
to give Stacy a quick tour of the house. Not knowing what else to 
do, I tagged along. Afterward, we returned to the living room. 
Susan slid her bikini bottoms over her hips and tossed them 
aside. Then she sat on the couch and beckoned us to join her, 
which we did.

"Are you sure you're ready for this?" Susan asked.

Stacy took a deep breath and nodded tentatively.

I could tell she was still nervous, and so could Susan.

"Why don't you just get comfortable with us, and then we'll 
venture outside when you're ready. Okay?"

Stacy smiled shyly and nodded.

"I told your mom you'd probably have lunch with me," Susan said, 
leaning past Stacy to look at me. "So we don't have anywhere to 
go for the next few hours."

Stacy nodded again and suddenly stood. "Well," she said boldly, 
"here goes nothing." With that, she pulled her sundress over her 
head. She was only wearing panties, and her nipples stiffened in 
the cool air. She blushed and knelt to unbuckle her sandals. As 
she stood, she kicked them off and hooked her thumbs in her 
panties, sliding them over her slim hips.

As she tossed her clothes on top of Susan's discarded bikini 
bottoms, she pirouetted for us. I hadn't realized how much I'd 
missed her lithe, firm body. Her pubic hair was still nicely 
trimmed into a small patch above her slit, and as she stood in 
front of us, I simply admired her body.

"Very nice," Susan said appreciatively.

I nodded my agreement enthusiastically.

Stacy blushed and quickly rejoined us on the couch.

"Oh," she said, suddenly jumping up and looking at me. "I almost 
forgot. I've got a surprise for you." She ran to Kirk's room and 
quickly returned with her duffel bag. "You're gonna like this," 
she said, grinning mischievously.

She sat down in front of us, cross-legged, with the bag in her 
lap. She unzipped it with great ceremony, and pulled a Polaroid 
camera from within. Being a little overweight, I'd always been 
camera-shy, and I felt my heart race as she looked at me and 
waggled her eyebrows.

Then she looked at Susan. "Is it okay that I brought a camera?" 
she asked earnestly.

"Well, you don't see many cameras at nudist camps, for some 
fairly obvious reasons. But I think it'll be okay if you leave it 
at the house and only take pictures around here." Susan paused 
and looked at the younger woman. "What _were_ you planning on 
taking pictures of?"

Stacy blushed and averted her gaze. My heart raced as the silence 
drew out. I had a sneaking suspicion I knew what she wanted 
pictures of.

"I thought, maybe... um... you could... well, I could get some
pictures 
of Paul, and maybe me and Paul...um... you know... together."

Susan laughed musically and Stacy looked up in shock. I stared at 
the two women in ever-growing horror.

"I think that would be fun," Susan said.

I felt like I was going to hyperventilate and my pulse was like a 
trip-hammer in my ears.

Susan quickly got serious, however. "I think that would be fun, 
if it's okay with Paul, that is. Are the pictures just for you?" 
Susan asked critically.

Stacy quickly nodded.

"You'll keep them private?"

Another nod.

Susan looked slyly at me out of the corner of her eye. "So what 
do you want them for?" she asked Stacy.

Stacy blushed again. Susan let the silence draw out. When Stacy 
realized that Susan wasn't going to let her off the hook, she 
tentatively said, "I wanted to look at them, after Paul goes home 
for the summer."

"And?"

"Maybe... play with myself while I looked at them."

I could see Susan grinning out of the corner of my eye. Could 
they be serious? How could they sit--so calmly--and talk about 
this? How?

"What do you think, Paul?" Susan finally asked, turning to me.

I licked my lips and swallowed hard. I was still very 
uncomfortable with my body, even more so at the thought of having 
my picture taken, and I was very nervous. Even with all that had 
happened to me in the past month, it was still only a month, and 
I'd been avoiding cameras for a long time. I didn't even like to 
pose for school pictures, because I thought they always made me 
look pudgy. So the idea of letting Stacy take pictures of me, of 
us, without clothes, evoked a visceral reaction.

"Please, Paul," Stacy pleaded.

I swallowed again and looked at her. My mouth was dry and my 
hands were suddenly cold, and I didn't know what to do. I didn't 
want to disappoint her, but I was really nervous about the 
Polaroid.

Susan put her hand on my leg comfortingly. "Relax, Paul. It's not 
something you have to decide right now." She scooted closer and I 
felt the heat of her body washing over me.

She put one arm over my shoulder, pressing her delicious breast 
against my arm, and reached into my lap with her right hand. Her 
hand on my penis was warm, and soft, and insistent. Compared to 
being tense over the thought of the Polaroid, I welcomed the 
distraction she was presenting, guilt or no.

I quickly hardened under her gentle touch, and she began stroking 
me with a firm grip. Stacy quickly set aside her duffel bag and 
because she was sitting cross-legged, I got a good look at her 
spread pussy. She followed my gaze and blushed when she realized 
how she was sitting.

Stacy quickly joined us on the couch, snuggling under my left arm 
and pressing her beautiful, firm breasts into my side. With her 
hand on my chin, she turned my head towards her. She tilted her 
head to the side and parted her lips slightly. Wasting no time, I 
leaned forward to kiss her, savoring her warm lips and sweet 
breath. She pressed against me eagerly and I felt Susan slide 
from the couch.

In a moment, she moved between my legs and wrapped her lips 
around my swollen shaft. The warm wetness of her mouth surrounded 
my glans as Stacy broke our kiss. We were both breathless and 
wearing goofy smiles.

"God, when you were in the store the other day, I wanted to do 
that so bad" Stacy said.

I drew another deep breath and moved towards her again. She 
crushed her lips against mine and our tongues darted together as 
Susan begin to lick the length of my shaft. My left arm around 
Stacy, I pulled her tight, pressing her pliant flesh into my 
side. I could feel her trembling desire as she kissed me, and my 
cock swelled in response. Susan made a delighted sound and took 
me as deep as she could. I groaned, still locked in a kiss with 
Stacy, and she pulled back, laughing gently.

I looked at her sheepishly and then we both looked down at Susan, 
who was intent on my cock. Susan idly brushed her hair out of her 
eyes, tucking it behind her ear, and gave us an excellent view as 
she once again wrapped her lips around the base of my shaft.

"I wish I could do that," Stacy whispered in my ear.

"Mmmmm, I like it when you do this," I said, bringing my lips to 
hers again.

She moaned against me and I felt her breath against my cheek. I 
couldn't decide whether I wanted to concentrate on the feelings 
Susan was creating in my dick, or the supple firmness of Stacy's 
lips. Susan was happily bobbing up and down, so I put my hand 
atop her head and returned my attention to Stacy.

Both of us breathing heavily, she broke the kiss and pulled back. 
Her eyes dreamy, she ran her hand down my cheek, gazing at me 
intently. Her eyes danced as she slowly studied my face. 
Suddenly, she rose on her knees and pressed my face against her 
breasts. I inhaled her puffy pink nipple and lavished attention 
on it with my tongue.

In my lap, Susan had slowed her pace and was leisurely taking me 
into her throat. Every few strokes, she would take me completely 
out of her mouth and nip down the sensitive underside ridge, 
sending tingling waves of pleasure through my groin.

I switched my attentions to Stacy's other breast, causing her to 
shudder and clutch my head tightly. As I licked, sucked, and 
gently nibbled her pink nipples, she ran her fingers through my 
hair, mewling quietly.

For a moment, my lips and tongue on automatic, I paid attention 
to what Susan was doing. She had her lips locked around my shaft 
just below the ridge of my glans and her tongue was swirling 
around it, flicking against the sensitive underside. Her hand 
wrapped around the base of my shaft, she was slowly squeezing, 
causing my crown to expand in her mouth and sending delicious 
jolts of ecstasy to my overloaded brain.

Susan sucked on the head, causing it to swell further, and darted 
her tongue in the slit at the tip. I moaned around Stacy's nipple 
as I felt my orgasm building. Susan sensed it as well and began 
jacking me with her fist, redoubling her efforts with her tongue.

With my left hand, I clutched Stacy's firm ass and rolled my head 
onto the back of the couch. Stacy lowered her head and began 
kissing the sweet spot behind my ear, her lips butterfly-light 
against my sensitive skin. She impishly breathed against me as 
she teased my neck and earlobe, overloading my senses with 
stimulation.

I began to buck my hips against Susan, trying to force more of my 
cock in her mouth. She quickened her pace, refusing to let me 
shove more of myself in her mouth, and I soon felt the first 
tingles of my orgasm.

With a rush, I erupted. The first spurt felt like a monster, and 
Susan let out a startled, but pleased, cry. Stacy nipped 
playfully at the line of my jaw, and then stuck her tongue in my 
ear. Another, more powerful, spurt shot from my dick like a 
geyser, taking Susan by surprise again. I squeezed my eyes shut 
so tight that I saw spots and moaned incoherently as my orgasm 
finally overloaded my battered senses.

By the time the spurts slowed to a few gushes, Stacy was nuzzling 
my neck, her hands around my shoulders, holding me close. Susan 
milked the last of my sperm from my shaft and sat back, 
swallowing audibly.

Stacy tucked her chin against her chest and I felt her soft curls 
brush my neck and jaw. She and Susan shared a meaningful look, 
grinning from ear to ear. Susan's eyes smoldered as she looked 
from Stacy to me, and I felt Stacy tremble with desire.

My hand still on Stacy's ass, I reached around and felt for her 
pussy. She was drenched, and I easily slipped two fingers between 
the folds of her engorged labia. Susan looked back to Stacy and 
raised her eyebrows invitingly. In a flash, Stacy was out from 
under my arm.

I pulled my feet back and watched, enraptured, as Stacy lay on 
the floor and Susan turned to face her. Stacy, on her back, 
wormed her way between Susan's legs, grasping the older woman's 
buttocks in her hands. With a strangled moan, Susan shuddered as 
Stacy raised her head and began to lick.

Susan moaned again and collapsed forward, burying her head 
between Stacy's legs. Despite the fact that I'd come only a 
minute before, I felt my penis twitch at the erotic scene 
unfolding before me.

Susan put her elbows on the floor and reached around Stacy's ass 
to spread her pussy. Then, without hesitation, Susan began to 
lick Stacy's smooth labia, darting her tongue into the pink folds 
revealed by her fingers.

Each woman concentrated on the other, licking and sucking and 
moaning in ecstasy. I began to stroke myself back to erection. 
I'd seen Stacy lick Susan before, and I knew she'd enjoyed it. 
But I'd never had an inkling that Susan might be interested in 
returning the favor. It was insanely arousing watching the two of 
them pleasure each other, and my penis soon responded to my 
touch.

To the accompaniment of feminine moans and whimpers, I gently 
stroked my shaft, mesmerized by the sight of their soft flesh 
pressed together. I watched them for at least ten minutes, 
staring in wonder as each concentrated on the pussy of the other. 
Finally, Stacy began shaking her head side to side, dragging her 
tongue across Susan's clit. Susan, overcome by the sensations, 
lifted her head from between Stacy's legs.

She closed her eyes and panted, her breath coming in ragged 
gasps, lost in the pleasure Stacy was giving her. Stacy had her 
arms fully wrapped around Susan's hips, holding her pussy open. 
She had her face buried between Susan's smooth-shaven labia, her 
lips working side to side, her unseen tongue undoubtedly roaming 
over Susan's clit.

Totally lost in the sensations of pleasure, Susan threw her head 
back and began to moan. I easily recognized the signs of her 
impending orgasm, and watched as Stacy pushed her over the edge. 
Susan braced herself with her hands on her thighs and let her 
head loll forward, her hair a curtain hiding her face from my 
view.

Her hips began shuddering as the first throes of her orgasm 
washed over her. Her hands clutched her thighs, digging into her 
flesh as her moaning rose in pitch. Stacy kept her tongue moving 
over Susan's pussy, remorselessly driving her higher. Susan's 
body trembled all over as her orgasm peaked, and then she slumped 
forward.

Stacy never abated her pace, however, and Susan was soon rolling 
her head side to side. Throwing her hair over her head, she 
suddenly sat up and looked at me, her eyes flaring with lust. Her 
gaze fixed on my erection and she beckoned me over. Without a 
second's hesitation, I rose from the couch and moved towards her.

Susan directed me to kneel between Stacy's spread thighs, which I 
eagerly did.

"Fuck... oooooooooh... Fuck... ahhhhh... Fuck her, Paul," she said, 
panting.

I grinned in wry amusement as Susan shuddered in pleasure, 
working towards her second orgasm. I quickly looked down at 
Stacy's slick pussy and rubbed the engorged head of my cock 
against her shiny, moisture-slick lips. Stacy moaned when I 
pushed just the head inside her, and Susan moaned in response, 
shutting her eyes tightly and beginning to quiver.

Watching Stacy from this angle, her chin and lower lip pressed 
firmly against Susan's mons, my cock swelled in anticipation. I 
put my hands on Stacy's inner thighs, spreading her further, and 
started slowly shoving myself inside her. Watching Stacy lick 
Susan while I slid into her steaming pussy was one of the most 
erotic sights I'd ever seen. In spite of that, I closed my eyes 
in ecstasy as I slid forward; she was well-lubricated and very, 
very hot.

I scooted my hips forward and seated myself firmly within her 
depths, wiggling my hips side to side and causing her to moan 
again. Susan's eyes were filled with lust as she watched me begin 
to thrust in and out of Stacy's body.

As when I fucked Susan, I was tremendously aroused by the sight 
of Stacy's hairless labia sucking at my cock when I pulled it 
from her body. Her inner lips gripped my shaft snugly, caressing 
my length with their velvety touch. I didn't want to come too 
soon, and settled into a comfortable rhythm, simply enjoying the 
sensations generated by her grasping sheath.

Susan had closed her eyes tight again, building towards her 
second orgasm, her body covered in a thin sheen of sweat despite 
the air conditioning. I continued to gently thrust myself into 
Stacy's well-lubricated and gripping pussy, my hands on her 
thighs, my hips rocking back and forth.

Susan began moaning as her pleasure built further, rotating her 
hips as she sat on Stacy's face. Susan's face and chest were 
deeply flushed and the set of her expression broadcast that she 
was once again close to orgasm.

I scooted my hips forward some more, supporting Stacy's thighs on 
my own, and moved my hands to Susan's nipples. I rolled each one 
of them between my thumb and forefinger, pulling gently, and 
Susan began to shudder and gasp. Her second orgasm hit her so 
hard that she leaned into my hands and I was suddenly cupping her 
breasts and supporting her chest.

Her moaning rose to a wail as she came, her mouth open in 
ecstasy. She closed her lips and began breathing heavily through 
her nose, her nostrils flaring wide. I had buried myself to the 
root in Stacy's pussy as Susan began to come, and as soon as 
Susan's orgasm subsided, Stacy lowered her mouth from the older 
woman's pussy. Her chin and cheeks glistened with Susan's juices 
and her chest was heaving as well, the swell of her breasts 
rising and falling with her breathing.

"Fuck me in the ass," Stacy demanded in a husky voice.

I looked down in momentary confusion, and then I looked back up 
at Stacy. Stacy, however, had returned her lips to Susan's pussy 
and was once again running her tongue along the length of the 
slit above her. If Stacy wasn't going to roll over on her hands 
and knees--the position we'd always used before--then I decided 
I'd figure things out on my own.

I settled my buttocks onto my heels, withdrawing my shiny cock 
from within her and studied my options. Finally, I simply pulled 
her thighs together and rolled her hips towards Susan. With one 
hand on the backs of her knees and the other gripping the base of 
my cock, I aimed at the rosebud of her ass.

As I was fucking her, juices from her pussy had run down the 
crack of her ass, and she was already well-lubricated. She 
shuddered when I set the tip of my cock against her pucker and 
probed gently. She relaxed and I shoved the crown inside her 
anus, accompanied by her shudder of anticipation.

I slowly eased my length inside her body, one inch at a time. 
With her thighs together, only her red and swollen labia peeked 
out at me; it was an incredibly erotic sight. As my pubic hair 
crushed against the cheeks of her ass, I let her legs fall apart, 
which caused her pussy to spread before me. Not wanting to miss 
the golden opportunity presented to me, I dropped my hand to her 
abdomen and began caressing her clit with my thumb.

Her hips heaved against me, trying to press her clit against my 
thumb more firmly, and I began to thrust within the tight 
confines of her ass. I was spellbound as I watched her gripping 
asshole suck at my cock each time it retreated, and then pucker 
as I thrust back into her. Her stomach began to ripple with 
contractions as the combined effects of my cock in her ass and my 
thumb on her clit reached her brain.

At the same time, Susan's third orgasm was rapidly approaching. I 
could tell by her ragged breathing that she was close. I 
concentrated on Stacy, still mesmerized by the sights and 
sensations at the junction of our bodies. With a low moan and a 
whoosh of air, Susan came again.

I lifted my head to watch her as another orgasm washed over her. 
Her thighs were dimpled white where her hands clutched them like 
talons, holding on for dear life. Her low moan drew out and she 
began to tremble. Then, like lightning striking, she shrieked, 
quick and piercing. Both hands clutched at her hypersensitive 
pussy and she literally crumpled to the floor beside us.

Stacy looked up at me with wild eyes, her face covered in Susan's 
fluids. She gripped her legs behind her knees and held them to 
her chest.

"Oh, God," she said as her eyes rolled back. "Fuck me. Hard and 
fast. Fuck poor little Stacy's ass. Fuck it goooooooooooooood!"

I pulled back, steadied myself with one hand on her inner thigh, 
and began to slam into her. I thrust into her with long, powerful 
strokes, burying my shining cock in her ass and making her moan 
each time my hips slammed into her cheeks. My thumb was a mad 
blur on her clit and she quickly reached the point of no return.

Her face, neck, and chest turned a deep red and she stiffened, 
the tendons in her neck standing out in sharp relief. Her ass 
spasmed against me as her trim stomach rippled with muscular 
contractions. She held her breath, her face a mask of pleasure 
and taut concentration.

My finger buzzed against the hard berry of her clit, now fully 
exposed, and she began to tremble. I kept slamming into her with 
bruising force, burying my dick in her ass, and her clit suddenly 
disappeared within the folds of its protective hood. With a rush 
of expelled breath, Stacy exploded, shrieking as the force of her 
orgasm assaulted her.

My thumb was suddenly awash in her juices and I felt my own 
orgasm welling up. Her ass contracted around me, gripping my 
shaft like a vise as Stacy's muscles spasmed with her orgasm. I 
buried my dick inside her with a final, savage thrust and felt 
the first jet of my semen begin to fill her bowels.

Just as Stacy's shriek died, mine began; I emptied myself into 
her, my back arched as I felt myself sucked inside her. I closed 
my eyes and felt every muscle in my body tense as spurt after 
spurt of my sperm shot into her. I rode the waves of our shared 
release, her ass spasming around my spurting cock, both of us 
locked in the throes of powerful orgasms.

When I finally regained my senses, I was panting, my mouth dry 
from sucking air through it. I felt sweat running down my 
temples, down my back, and I slumped forward, completely spent. 
When I opened my eyes, Stacy's chest was heaving as well. Her 
eyes were closed tight and she was still shuddering with 
aftershocks.

I closed my mouth, running my tongue over its dried tissues, then 
licked my parched lips. I breathed heavily through my nose, 
feeling my nostrils flare with each indrawn breath. My shoulders 
and arms began to tremble as I slowly became aware of the world 
around me.

Sometime during our orgasms, Stacy had released her legs and they 
were now splayed limply to either side of my hips. Susan was 
still in a crumpled heap to my left, also breathing heavily. I 
placed my hands on Stacy's sweat-slick flanks and ran them up, 
feeling the smooth ridges of her ribs under my palms before I 
encountered the gentle swells of her breasts. She started at the 
touch and her ass spasmed around me, milking my cock for the last 
of my seed.

Stacy opened her eyes slowly. They were glassy and unfocused and 
I grinned wryly to myself. She swallowed a few times, and then 
finally focused on me. She closed her eyes again and her lips 
shaped a perfect pink "O" as she experienced another aftershock. 
Her hips jerked as the pleasurable sensation washed over her and 
I smiled to myself.

A devilish expression on my face, I stroked her hypersensitive 
clit with my thumb. She jumped as if she'd been shocked and her 
eyes flew open. When she saw my expression, she playfully glared 
at me. I dipped my thumb again, and her glare was quickly 
replaced by a look of shocked ecstasy, accompanied by a jerk of 
her hips. She swallowed hard and placed her hand on my own, 
stilling my tormenting thumb. When she opened her eyes again, I 
smiled down at her.

I looked at Susan, who had managed to collect herself and was 
lying on her side, propped on one elbow, her eyes glittering with 
suppressed laughter.

"You are terrible," she said.

I gave her my best "who, me?" look and stroked my thumb over 
Stacy's hooded clit again. Stacy jerked against me and grabbed my 
wrist, trying to pull my hand away. I was too strong for her and 
she finally gave up. As soon as her hand left my wrist, I pulled 
the threatening thumb away from her sensitive clit and she smiled 
at me.

Susan, who had watched the entire struggle, laughed and shook her 
head. I grinned in reply and Stacy craned her neck around to see 
what I was laughing at. She and Susan shared a knowing look and 
then they both looked at me, playfully scolding me with their 
eyes. I shrugged as innocently as I could, which was pretty 
unconvincing, and we all laughed.

Still chuckling, I scooted back and slowly withdrew my half-hard 
penis from Stacy's ass, letting her hips gently fall to the 
carpet. She lifted one leg over me and scooted back, sitting up 
as she did so. I fell to the side, moderately exhausted, and 
stretched my legs out to the side, pulling the muscles taut to 
get the blood flowing again.

"Welcome to camp," Susan said cheerfully. "Let's get some lunch, 
I'm starving!"

-----

During lunch, we chatted about the camp and the people. Susan 
told Stacy a little about the history of the camp and how she 
came to live there full time, leaving out only a few personal 
details. When we were done, Susan suggested we all shower to wash 
off the smell of sex that clung to us.

"Who wants to go first?" I asked.

Susan grinned mischievously at me. Stacy looked from Susan to me 
and back again, uncertain what was going on. Truth be told, I was 
too. Then, I Got It.

"Oh," I said, blushing.

Susan nodded indulgently.

"I don't get it," Stacy said, still confused.

My blush deepened as Susan licked her lips and winked at me, 
grinning insouciantly. Finally, her expression turned a little 
less wry and she looked at Stacy.

"I've got a large shower in my bathroom,"  she said by way of 
explanation. "Big enough for all sorts of fun."

"Mmmmm," Stacy practically purred. "Sounds cool."

The two women stood and looked at me expectantly. Grinning like 
the cat that ate the canary, I stood as well, and we all headed 
for Susan's bathroom.

Once there, Susan fetched another large, fluffy towel from the 
linen closet and hung it on the rod with the other two. Without 
any discussion, Susan stepped into the shower and adjusted the 
water. When she had it at a comfortable temperature, she beckoned 
to us. Stacy wrapped her fingers around my limp penis and pulled 
me after her, a smile on her face.

Susan pushed me down onto the bench seat and picked up a 
washcloth. Then she and Stacy proceeded to wash each other. Their 
bodies were so different, and the sight of them, covered in a 
shiny film of soap, was more than enough to give me the 
beginnings of an erection. They cleaned each other thoroughly, 
putting on a show for me, making me harder and harder.

When they had each rinsed off, Susan extended her hand to me. I 
took it and she tugged, pulling me under the needle-spray of the 
shower. Susan washed my hair, her strong fingers massaging my 
scalp. I closed my eyes in pleasure and let the water sluice over 
me. Stacy lathered her washcloth and began at my shoulders. She 
washed every part of me, paying special attention to my rigid 
penis and dangling balls.

Susan had me rinse as Stacy finally moved lower and began washing 
my thighs and lower legs. When they had me clean, I expected 
Susan to turn off the water. Instead, she moved around in front 
of me and sank to her knees next to Stacy. Susan wrapped her hand 
around the base of my shaft, and using the other, slowly pushed 
Stacy's head forward.

Stacy eagerly complied, and soon had her lips wrapped around my 
straining erection. They sucked me like that for a long time, 
taking turns and drawing out our mutual pleasure. Susan would 
take me deep while Stacy turned her head and sucked on my balls. 
Then Susan would pull back and Stacy would lick up and down my 
shaft, taking half of me in her mouth before wrapping her hand 
around my girth and stroking me.

By the time the water had turned tepid, I was worked into a 
frenzy. Every time I felt my come boiling up, Susan would 
expertly squeeze the base of my cock, stopping the flow. Then 
they would return to sucking me, teasing me, two mouths and two 
beautiful women kneeling at my feet. I was in heaven.

Finally, I could hold back no longer, and even if Susan attempted 
to stem the flow, I knew the buildup of pressure would surely 
overcome her best efforts. My hips were jerking and thrusting, 
trying to force more of myself down Susan's throat, even though 
her lips were already wrapped around the base of my shaft. She 
felt my rising come and pulled back, letting me slip from her 
mouth entirely.

She took Stacy's hand and wrapped it around the base of my dick, 
then put her own over it. The two of them together stroked me, 
Stacy's warm fingers next to my soft flesh, Susan guiding her 
movements. Susan placed the tip of my cock against her lower lip 
just as the first jet of semen shot from deep in my balls. She 
started as it struck the back of her throat, but neither of them 
let up. Stacy watched, fascinated, as white ropes of come 
connected my swollen cock to Susan's tongue.

When my spurts dwindled to gushes, and then to dribbles, Susan 
looked up at me. A white pool of my semen rested on her tongue 
and her eyes smiled at me. She closed her mouth over the very tip 
of my penis and sucked out the last few drops. She swallowed 
twice before opening her mouth again and showing me only her 
teeth and tongue. Once she made sure there were no telltale 
remainders of my come, she aimed my slowly deflating penis at 
Stacy.

Stacy took me in her mouth and slowly sucked as I shrank, nursing 
my cock with her soft, warm mouth. Susan stood and plastered 
herself against me, one hand around my back, holding me close, 
the other on the back of Stacy's head, directing her motions. 
Susan's head tilted back and my lips crushed into hers of their 
own accord. I couldn't taste myself on her lips, but it excited 
me to know that only a moment before, her mouth had been filled 
with my seed. She kissed me fiercely, sucking the breath from my 
lungs, her hard nipples digging into my skin.

When she pulled back, the water had gone fully cold, and she 
grinned insatiably. Still directing Stacy's motions on my half-
hard penis, she reached behind us to shut off the chilly flow of 
water. Stacy seemed determined to try to bring my dick back to 
life, but so soon after such a powerful orgasm, I was soft and 
going to remain that way. Reluctantly, she stood and insinuated 
herself under my right arm. I hugged both of them to me, reveling 
in the feeling of their water-slick flesh next to mine.

We dried off in companionable silence, sharing a closeness that 
I'd never before experienced. I liked it very much, and once 
again marveled at my incredible good fortune. After we were dry, 
and our hair combed, Stacy donned her bikini bottoms; for modesty 
as well as a lingering shyness. Susan told us she had some work 
to do around the house, so Stacy and I picked up our towels and 
sun screen, and headed towards the kitchen door and the lake 
beyond.

-----

"Are you going to introduce me to Gina?" Stacy asked as we walked 
down the hill.

"Gina's family left Sunday," I said sadly, trying to keep my 
voice uninflected.

Stacy stopped and looked at me. "That's too bad," she said, with 
genuine feeling. "I was really looking forward to meeting her."

I didn't know what to say. I felt a pang of guilt at what we'd 
just done, but it passed as Stacy turned and started down the 
hill again and I was forced to keep up with her.

When we got to the lake, Kendall was stretched out on her 
stomach, reading a book. Mom was laying out on one of our 
loungers and Erin and Drew were on the raft, sitting up and 
talking earnestly.

"Mom?"

At the sound of my voice, she sat up and blinked in the bright 
afternoon sunlight.

"Mom, you remember Stacy. Stacy, you remember my mom, Beth."

Mom extended her hand and Stacy took it. "Nice to see you again, 
Beth."

"And it's nice to see you," Mom said lightly. "I'm glad to see 
you made it."

My heart almost stopped as Mom gave Stacy a look of frank 
admiration. Stacy noticed as well, and her eyes flared as she 
recognized the look. Of course I thought Stacy's body was 
beautiful, but it had never occurred to me that Mom might too.

"I think I need to cool off," Mom said with a devilish smile. 
"I'm glad you decided to join us, Stacy." With that, she turned 
and headed for the lake.

"Your mom seems pretty cool," Stacy said as Mom walked out of 
earshot towards the stairs leading into the cold water.

"I guess."

While I had been reacquainting Stacy and my mom, Kendall had been 
pretending to read her book. Now that I knew what she was doing, 
it was easy to see that she was only using the book as a cover to 
watch us. She caught me looking at her and grinned sheepishly.

"C'mon," I said to Stacy, "I want to introduce you to someone."

-----

Stacy, Kendall, and I lounged around the lake for the better part 
of the afternoon. We went for a swim about four o'clock--to cool 
off--but for the most part, we lounged and chatted. Stacy and 
Kendall, after a few false starts and awkward moments, seemed to 
get along fine.

Stacy was dying to know about Gina, and Kendall was more than 
happy to talk with the older girl. Listening to Kendall talk 
about Gina, I felt a stab of guilt that only a few hours before, 
I'd been in the shower watching Susan and Stacy take turns 
fellating me.

I was secretly worried that Stacy might say something about the 
two of us, and spent the whole afternoon on pins and needles as 
she and Kendall talked. A few wry glances in my direction from 
Stacy served to set me on edge, but I quickly realized that she 
was only teasing me. Observant as ever, Kendall caught most of 
them, and I was positive that she quickly figured out what was 
going on. _Oh well_, I thought to myself, there was really 
nothing I could do about it.

Towards late afternoon, Susan came down to the lake, once again 
clad in her bikini bottoms, and went for a swim. She and Mom 
talked quietly a few feet away from us, and then stood.

"Paul?"

I looked up at the sound of Mom's voice. "Yes?"

"Would you mind if Susan and Stacy joined us for dinner tonight?"

I looked at Stacy and she grinned in reply. I turned back to Mom 
and shook my head.

"Good. Susan and I are going to head up to the clubhouse and get 
started. Why don't you give Stacy a tour of the camp, and by the 
time you're done, dinner should be ready."

Mom and Susan picked up their towels and headed up the hill. 
Stacy and I stayed for a little while, talking to Kendall. The 
two of them seemed to have a lot to talk about, and I realized 
that Kendall was a good listener as well as keenly observant. 
Even with as much time as Stacy and I had spent together, I 
realized that we had very little in common. I think Stacy 
realized that as well, and was thankful for Kendall's presence.

The two of them were having an animated conversation when Drew 
and Erin approached us from the direction of the clubhouse.

"Hey, Kendall," he said, interrupting her in mid-sentence. "Dad 
said to come up for dinner in 10 minutes."

She ignored him and finished what she was saying. Only when she 
was done did she acknowledge that he'd said anything. "Okay, I'll 
be up in 10 minutes."

We could all feel the tension in the air between them. Erin 
smiled apologetically at me and I shrugged. Then, Drew turned to 
head back up the hill. Erin turned to follow him and Kendall 
grimaced.

"He's trying to show off for your sister," she said to me.

I nodded soberly.

Then she looked at me seriously. "Were you that obnoxious when 
you were 14?"

"Probably," I admitted frankly. "And maybe I still am sometimes."

"No, you're not obnoxious at all," Kendall said sweetly.

Stacy, between us, listened quietly, her head turning from side 
to side as each of us spoke.

I blushed, at a loss for words.

"You're a pretty good guy," Kendall said softly. The silence 
stretched uncomfortably between us, and then she smiled 
wistfully. "Well, I'd better get up to dinner. You two wanna meet 
back here before sunset, maybe we can take an evening swim?"

Stacy looked at me and I nodded. "Yeah. That'd be cool," I said. 
"We'll meet you here in a couple of hours."

With that, she gathered up her towel and book, and headed up the 
hill without a backward glance.

When she was out of earshot, Stacy turned to me. "Have you two...?" 
She made a vague gesture with her hands. When I looked at her 
blankly, she smirked. "Are you and Kendall screwing?"

"What makes you ask that?" I asked, completely abashed. I could 
feel the blush creeping up my neck to my cheeks.

"So you're not?"

I swallowed hard and shook my head.

"She likes you, you know."

My eyes widened in shock and my mouth went dry. "What?" I asked, 
my voice breaking.

"She likes you."

"How?"

Stacy shrugged. "I dunno how I can tell. But trust me, she likes 
you."

I knew for sure that Stacy was mistaken. She had to be. Girls 
like Kendall Payton didn't like guys like me. That just wasn't 
the way the universe worked. I shook my head emphatically.

"Believe what you want," Stacy said cryptically. "You'll see."

-----

I gave Stacy the nickel tour of the camp. Most everyone had 
headed to the clubhouse or their respective houses for dinner. As 
I showed her around, I thought about what she had told me after 
Kendall had left.

I searched through all the conversations with Kendall that I 
could remember. She hadn't given one hint that she liked me, and 
with a mental sigh of relief, I finally decided that Stacy must 
be wrong. At least I hoped she was wrong. I didn't know what I 
would do if she were right.

-----

Dinner that night was actually a lot of fun. I was completely 
outnumbered at the table, the only man among four women, and I 
was frequently the butt of gentle teasing. In spite of that, I 
enjoyed myself immensely. The conversation was lively and far 
ranging.

After Mom and Susan cleared the dishes, Erin headed out to meet 
Drew. Susan invited us to her house to share a bottle of wine.

"Only one bottle?" Mom asked with a note of gentle skepticism in 
her voice.

Susan blushed and nodded. "I promise."

"You know what happened last time we had more than one bottle," 
Mom said with an impish smile.

"I know, I know. One bottle. I swear."

When we were walking to Susan's house, Stacy leaned over and 
whispered in my ear, "What happened last time they had more than 
one bottle?"

"It's a long story," I said cryptically, hoping she'd let it go 
at that.

By the look on her face, I knew she wanted to pursue the issue, 
but thankfully, she let it drop.

Once at her house, Susan took a bottle of wine from the 
refrigerator and four wineglasses from the cupboard. We moved 
into the living room where Mom and Susan sat on the couch and 
Stacy and I sat on the floor in front of them. Susan deftly 
opened the wine bottle and poured for all of us, nearly 
exhausting the bottle in the process.

By the time I'd finished most of my glass, I was feeling 
comfortably warm, and was barely listening to the conversation 
going on around me. Stacy looked out the kitchen door at the 
fading sunlight and nudged me quietly. With a toss of her chin, 
she directed my gaze out the door as well. I nodded silently to 
her and we both set our nearly finished glasses on the floor.

"We were gonna meet Kendall at the lake before sunset," I said to 
Mom. "Is that okay?"

She looked at me and arched an eyebrow. I blushed, but kept my 
features as neutral as I could.

"Sure," she said after a moment.

Stacy and I grinned at each other and quickly rose, picking up 
our wineglasses as we did. With guilty grins, we both drained 
them and then headed for the kitchen. The glasses safely in the 
sink, we headed out the door, bound for the lake.

-----

When Stacy and I got there, it was deserted, so we decided to 
wait for Kendall on the raft. The sun had dipped below the far 
ridge, dropping the basin into shadow, but there was still enough 
light in the sky to see the raft drifting lazily in the current. 
Stacy didn't want to get her hair wet by diving in, so we simply 
walked down the stairs into the bracing water and swam out.

We hauled ourselves up onto the still-warm canvas and grinned at 
each other. In the dying light, I enjoyed looking at Stacy's 
sleek body, her nipples plump and hard after our quick swim. When 
she saw the direction of my gaze, she smiled and looked pointedly 
at my shrunken penis. I blushed and we shared a conspiratorial 
grin.

The wine I'd drunk had left me feeling very mellow, and after the 
whirlwind activities at Susan's, I was a little worn out. I was 
looking forward to simply relaxing and enjoying the evening with 
Stacy and Kendall.

Stacy, however, had other ideas. When Kendall didn't show up 
immediately, Stacy reached out and started fondling my shriveled 
penis. I figured that when I didn't rise to the occasion, she'd 
realize I wasn't interested and give up.

"Can we maybe just talk?" I asked when she persisted. The warmth 
of her hand had spread to my member and willing or not, my body 
was responding to her touch.

"Sure," she said, never taking her hand from my penis. "What 
would you like to talk about?"

"Um... I thought maybe we could _just_ talk." I'd begun to grow in 
her hand, in spite of the fact that I really didn't feel like 
doing anything more.

"Mmmmm. You want me to tell you what I want to do to you?" she 
asked, practically purring.

My penis was slowly growing, and I didn't want to go any further. 
So I reached down and gently, but firmly, grasped her wrist. I 
pulled her hand off my growing erection and then released it. 
"Kendall's going to be here any minute," I said, keeping my voice 
pitched low.

Stacy kept her hand off my dick, much to my relief, but began 
rubbing the inside of my thigh. "You want to talk about Kendall?"

"I guess," I said nervously.

"She's got a fantastic body. Great tits. And I bet she tastes 
nice and sweet."

"Stacy... I don't think..."

"She's so hot."

I swallowed hard.

"Don't you think she's hot?"

"Um..."

"Your dick thinks she is," Stacy said, pitching her voice low and 
reaching for my erection.

Talk of Kendall, and her body, had done nothing to help my 
erection subside. Unfortunately, I had gotten a little harder. 
When Stacy's hand stroked me again, I wanted to let her continue. 
But I was a little pissed that she could so easily manipulate me. 
Even though my penis was fully erect, and I was thoroughly 
enjoying her touch, I resolutely removed her hand.

"You think Kendall's hot, don't you?" she asked relentlessly.

"Yes, but..."

"You want to fuck her, don't you?"

"Stacy, please..."

"You'd love to slide your hard cock into her, wouldn't you?"

"God yes. But she wouldn't have anything to do with a guy like 
me. Besides we're friends. Nothing more." I was actually starting 
to get mad at Stacy, and I let it show. "Now, can we talk about 
something else?"

"Mmmmm, yeah," she said, her voice husky. "Let's talk about you 
sliding your hard cock into _me_." She reached for my erection 
again and began spreading an errant drop of pre-come around the 
tip.

"Stacy, no," I said firmly, taking her hand from my erection once 
more. "Let's just wait for Kendall to get here."

"Oooooh, so you can fuck both of us."

Good God, I wondered to myself, how could I stop this? I just 
wanted to talk. Kendall would be down any minute, and Stacy just 
wouldn't leave me alone.

"I can feel how much you want her," she said, grasping my hard-on 
again. "You're so hard." She jerked my cock and I almost lost it. 
"Fuck poor little Stacy," she said. "I want to watch you fuck 
Kendall. Fuck us both. Please."

Finally, I snapped. I pushed her away from me and stood, ignoring 
the way my erection throbbed and bounced as I did. It was 
obviously enjoying her antics, and was oblivious to my anger. 
Treacherous organ!

"Paul? What's the matter?"

"You! That's what's the matter," I hissed. I tried to keep my 
voice low, but I was angry, and in no mood to be quiet about it. 
"You think I'm some kind of machine? That you can turn me on 
whenever you feel like it?"

"Paul, I..."

I rode roughshod over her pleas. "What about me? What about what 
I want? I'm not just some dumb guy with a dick. Don't you get 
that?"

"Paul, please..."

"And of course I think Kendall's hot. She's a fucking goddess, 
for Christ's sake. But I'm not gonna fuck her," I said, my voice 
harsh and dangerously loud. "You know why? Because she's Gina's 
friend. She's my friend. I _like_ Kendall. I respect her. And I'm 
not going to fuck that up just so you can get your kicks!" My 
voice cold and contemptuous, I continued. "You can find your own 
way back to Susan's. Tell Kendall I'm sorry I missed her."

With that, I turned towards the shore. Heedless of the fact that 
I couldn't clearly see the surface of the water, I dived towards 
the dark edge of the lake. I kept my dive shallow, since I really 
had no idea how deep the water was. The water was cold, and a 
shock after the warmth of the raft; especially after the warmth 
of Stacy's relentless hand. I paid it no mind, however, and 
started swimming strongly towards the shore.

When I pulled myself onto the brick coping, my erection throbbed 
painfully. Despite what I'd said to Stacy, my imagination had run 
amok. I had visions of Kendall playing through my mind; in them, 
she was writhing in ecstasy beneath me as I fucked her. So the 
quick trip through the cold water had done nothing to diminish my 
erection.

I stormed up the hill, angry with Stacy as much as myself, and 
nearly ran over the figure that quickly loomed out of the 
deepening shadows. I looked up and blinked, not believing my 
incredible bad luck.

Kendall was standing not ten feet from the edge of the lake. She 
stepped back involuntarily when I nearly collided with her. The 
faint light from the setting sun was behind me, and I hoped she 
couldn't see my horrified expression. She had one hand over her 
mouth and was just reaching out to me with the other when her 
gaze dropped. Her eyes widened further when she saw my jutting 
erection in all its glory.

I was suddenly awash with shame. I swallowed hard and wondered 
how long she'd been standing there, how much she'd overheard. I 
was still very angry at Stacy--who I could hear quietly sobbing 
behind me--but my anger was rapidly giving way to embarrassment 
and fear as Kendall quickly looked from my erection to my face 
and back again.

"I'm sorry," I said, feeling panic claw at my heart. "I'm... I'm 
sorry."

Without another word, I brushed past her and rushed up the hill.

"Paul! Wait! Come back," she called after me.

I ignored her and broke into a run, my erection bobbing 
painfully. I didn't stop until I got to the safety of our 
darkened cabin.

-----

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

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