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Author: Nick Scipio
Title: Summer Camp - Book 2: Gina
Part: Chapter 09
Universe: Summer Camp
Summary: Coming-of-age story about a teenager whose family spends 
their summer vacations at a nudist camp.
Keywords: mf, teen, pett
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Summer Camp - Book 2: Gina
by Nick Scipio

CHAPTER NINE

On Saturday, I did a light workout, went for a swim, then came 
back up to the clubhouse to shoot some pool by myself. I spent 
most of the morning there, simply lounging around and trying to 
pass the time. Since Susan was still in Columbia with Stacy, Mr. 
Kershaw--the year-round resident who took care of camp 
reservations--greeted new arrivals.

About an hour before lunch, I heard the sound of a car 
approaching and rushed out to see who it was. I was disappointed 
when it turned out to be a truck, pulling an Airstream trailer. 
It must be Normandy, I decided. Norm and Dee Brock. Mr. Kershaw 
went out to greet them, and directed them to their usual spot.

When he came back into the coolness of the clubhouse, he grinned 
at me.

"Who're you waitin' on, son? As if I didn't know." He practically 
cackled. "It's that Coulter girl, ain't it? The middle one?"

I nodded. "Yessir."

"Don't call me sir," he said curtly. "I work for a livin'."

I stared at him for a moment, perplexed.

"Call me Gunny," he said.

I nodded.

"You're waitin' on the Coulter girl, ain't ya?"

I nodded again.

"Nice girl. I'd go after her m'self, if I was your age!" He 
slapped his knee and laughed so hard he lapsed into a coughing 
fit.

When he recovered, I smiled at him, but didn't say a word.

"You think I'm kiddin'?"

"No, Gunny," I said.

"Darn right, I'm not!" He grinned at me and leaned closer. "You 
dip your wick yet?"

Holy shit! Did the old geezer just ask me if I was having sex 
with Gina? I smiled nervously, at a complete loss for words, and 
tried not to blush.

"Don't think I don't know what goes on around here," he said, 
still leaning close to me. He laid his finger alongside his nose 
and brushed it toward the tip. "I was once't young, dumb, and 
full of come myself." He chortled again and I contemplated my 
options for escape.

Fortunately, I was saved by a new arrival. Outside the clubhouse, 
a car pulled to a stop and a family got out. I recognized them, 
but I only knew their first names. They were Kevin and Leigh 
somebody, with two kids, a girl and a boy. Mr. Kershaw greeted 
them perfunctorily and they headed to one of the motel-style 
rooms across the road from the clubhouse.

When they returned, they had taken off their clothes. Mr. Kershaw 
went over to talk to them again and I learned their last name, 
Nolan. Kevin Nolan was short, wore his hair in a crew cut, and 
reminded me of an accountant. He also sported one of the biggest 
dicks I've ever seen--even soft, it was longer than mine was when 
I was erect. His wife was short as well, probably not even five 
feet tall. She had large, firm breasts, flaming red hair, and a 
matching bush. They appeared to be in their early thirties, and 
were both attractive. I didn't remember their kids' names, but 
the girl looked about six and the boy was probably nine or ten. 
They went to store their food baskets and Mr. Kershaw returned to 
me.

"Great rack on that one," he said.

I nodded.

"I bet they bounce around real nice."

I tried not to blush at Mr. Kershaw's brazen assessment of Leigh 
Nolan.

"And I bet that strawberry honey-pot tastes nice and fine," he 
said.

I frantically looked around to make sure no one overheard him.

"So, Mr. Kershaw..."

He glared at me.

"Sorry. Gunny," I said. I was desperate to change the subject. 
"How long have you lived at camp?"

Gunny Kershaw was more than happy to talk about himself, as long 
as I nodded at the right times and asked a few one-word 
questions. At first, I was embarrassed by his "dirty old man" 
comments, but he certainly knew how to tell a story, and I 
quickly found myself listening raptly.

He'd been a Marine Corps Gunnery Sergeant and had fought in World 
War II and then in Korea. He told me stories of his time in 
Japan, between the wars. Most of his stories from that time 
revolved around his exploits with "geesha" girls.

Fortunately, before he could launch into tales of his American 
conquests, my family came up from the lake for lunch. Before I 
knew what was happening, Mom invited Mr. Kershaw to join us for 
lunch. He happily accepted, and I blanched at the possible 
conversational topics.

Much to my surprise, he was extremely polite to both my mother 
and my sister, and he was downright deferential to Dad--even 
calling him "sir." I tried not to gawk as a man twenty-five years 
older than my father called him sir, but Dad seemed to take it in 
stride. After lunch, Mom asked if I were going to come down to 
the lake with them.

"The boy's waitin' for his girl, ma'am," Mr. Kershaw said. "You 
raised him right, Mrs. Hughes. He's a mighty polite young man."

Mom laughed brightly, leaned down, and kissed him on the 
forehead. He blushed six shades of red and smiled bashfully. When 
my family headed back down to the lake, Mr. Kershaw leaned toward 
me again. I braced myself for the expected off-color comment. I 
didn't know how I'd react to him talking about my mother, so I 
steeled myself.

"She's a good woman, your momma," he said.

Huh? I looked at him, bewildered, and he chortled.

"Your daddy's a military man," he said, as if that were all the 
explanation I needed.

"Um... he _used_ to be. He was in the Navy."

He nodded judiciously. "I may've been out a while, but ain't 
forgot how to treat an officer and his family."

"Oh..."

"Good man, your daddy."

I blinked.

He grinned at my confused look and then launched into a hoary 
tale involving three drunken "geesha" girls, some chocolate 
sauce, and something called a "pillow book."

-----

Finally, I was ready to do something else, anything else. I know 
Mr. Kershaw was enjoying having someone to listen to his stories, 
but I was ready to bolt. Stan and Terri--the woman from under the 
counter--had arrived and been directed to their usual cabin next 
to ours. But for the past two and a half hours, no one else had 
shown up. Eventually, I told Mr. Kershaw that I'd better go see 
my family.

Down at the lake, I dived into the water to cool off and then 
started swimming for the raft. Erin was lying on her back, 
soaking up the sun, and didn't even open her eyes when I climbed 
up next to her.

"They're still not here yet?" she asked as I lay down next to 
her.

"No," I said disgustedly.

She giggled sympathetically, but was otherwise silent.

I slicked my hair back and tried to relax. After a while, I 
rolled onto my stomach and folded my arms beneath my chin. I 
don't know how long I lay there, but I must have closed my eyes 
and dozed for a little while.

After a while, I felt the raft rock when Erin slipped into the 
water. The Nolan kids were playing in the shallow end of the lake 
and I tried to ignore their laughs and squeals. The raft rocked 
again and I felt Erin climb next to me, dripping cold water on my 
legs.

"D'you mind, Erin? You're dripping on me."

She shifted and I felt her kneel next to me. I didn't think much 
about it until she suddenly started tickling me. I'm ashamed to 
say I overreacted. Drastically. Instead of just rolling away from 
her, I executed a textbook wrestling reversal and swept her off 
the raft. Unfortunately, I neatly flipped myself into the cold 
water in the process. Note to self, a six-by-ten raft is _not_ a 
wrestling mat.

I came up sputtering and glaring murderously, prepared to dunk 
her for my trouble. She bobbed to the surface and I...

....came face to face with a very surprised set of glittering dark 
eyes, white teeth, and slick, shiny black hair.

"I'm... oh, no..." I cast about for something coherent to say. 
"Shit." Well, I thought cynically, _that_ wasn't it.

"Hello to you too," Gina said archly, grinning at me.

"Sorry. Are you okay?"

"Of course I'm okay, you goof."

I blinked and treaded water.

"Aren't you going to say hello?" she asked shyly.

I felt my neck and face heating. "Uh... hi."

I looked over to the lake's edge and my heart sank when I 
realized not only was _my_ family watching, _hers_ was too. They 
were all laughing. Great, I thought to myself, the first time I 
see Gina in almost a year, and I unceremoniously toss her into 
the water--in front of her whole family.

"Is she okay?" my dad called out.

I wanted to sink to the bottom and drown myself.

Gina grinned at me and then turned to wave to my dad. "I'm fine!" 
She gave me a smoldering look and climbed onto the raft. She 
scooted to the center and sat demurely on her knees, her legs 
folded beneath her.

I put my hands on the canvas-covered edge, gave a strong scissor-
kick to propel myself upward, and hoisted myself onto the raft. 
Once I'd gotten my balance, I ran both hands through my hair. I 
slung the water off them and turned to look at Gina.

She was staring at me, open-mouthed, with an expression I was 
gradually becoming familiar with. She shut her mouth with a clomp 
and I actually heard her gulp. Despite the fact that I knew my 
body had changed, I was still a little embarrassed when people 
stared at me. I guess I still felt like I was the same pudgy kid 
I'd been the year before.

I used the silence to study Gina. She'd changed a little--maybe 
she was a little thinner, or taller (I couldn't tell, with her 
kneeling). Her face was more adult, too. I don't think I can 
explain it, but she looked more mature. Her hair was shorter, and 
I liked it. I noticed with a start that she already had the 
beginning of a tan, with tan lines where her bikini had covered 
her dusky skin. She had triangles of paler skin framing her 
breasts, her nipples brown and crinkly from the cold water. Just 
the top of her sparse pubic strip was visible between her thighs. 
With a pang of guilty pleasure, I noticed she wore the silver 
bracelet I'd given her for her birthday.

She saw me looking at it and smiled up at me. "I got you a 
birthday present, too," she said shyly. "But I wanted to give it 
to you in person."

She'd mentioned that in the last letter I'd gotten from her 
before my family came to camp.

"But I don't know if it'll fit you now," she said.

Great! I get even bigger, and her gift won't fit. I guess I was 
lucky--she hadn't immediately told me how much I'd changed. I 
know it must seem strange, but I was kind of tired of listening 
to, "How much you've changed." I hadn't changed at all, I was 
still _me_.

"Um... that's cool. It's the spirit that counts," I said lamely. I 
lowered myself to the raft and sat cross-legged while Gina 
continued to stare at me.

"I'm sorry," she said, catching herself. "It's just that you've--
"

"Changed so much." I tried to keep the sardonic tone out of my 
voice.

She looked down and frowned slightly.

"It's okay," I said as gently as I could. "I guess I'm still a 
little self-conscious. I mean, I _know_ I've changed, but 
sometimes I still feel like people are staring at me. I guess I 
also still feel like the chunky kid everyone's laughing at."

"You were _never_ chunky," she said vehemently. "And no one's 
ever laughed at you."

I wished it were true, but I decided to let her keep her 
illusions.

All of a sudden, she reached up and ran her fingers through my 
damp hair. "Your hair's longer too. I like it." She blushed when 
she realized she'd just touched me. She tried not to pull her 
hand back too quickly. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be," I said. "I liked it."

She smiled shyly and looked at me with wide, searching eyes. "I 
missed you."

"I missed you too." My stomach lurched when I thought about what 
I had to tell her, but I tried not to let my emotions reach my 
face. "I waited all morning for you, and most of the afternoon, 
but..."

"Yeah, we left Charleston late, because of Leah. She spent the 
night at a friend's house last night and didn't come home when 
she was supposed to."

I couldn't help but smile at her disgusted expression.

"Kara and I were ready to kill her... What're you smiling at?"

I tried not to blush, but I'm sure I wasn't successful.

"What?"

"You're cute when you're mad."

She smiled again, diffidently, and focused on her hands.

"Besides," I said. "It gave me time to talk to Mr. Kershaw. You 
know, the man who takes care of reservations."

She rolled her eyes at me and nodded.

"Aunt Susan's in Columbia for the weekend, and he's greeting all 
the people who arrive."

"Duh."

"Oh, yeah," I said sheepishly. "He greeted you all."

She nodded theatrically.

I blushed and hung my head, pretending to stare at the canvas of 
the raft. When I looked up, she was smiling at me. "What?" I 
asked.

"You're cute when you're a goof." She grinned at me. "You may be 
a goof, but you're _my_ goof."

You say that now, I thought to myself. I smiled at her and tried 
to hide my growing anxiety.

-----

The entire Coulter family ate dinner with us that night. Gina and 
Kara teased Leah about the day's late start, but it wasn't mean-
spirited, just good-natured sisterly jabs. For her part, Leah 
mostly ignored her older sisters and held an animated 
conversation with Erin. Most of their conversation, what I heard 
of it, consisted of talk about boys. When I couldn't hear what 
they were saying, they had their heads together and were 
giggling.

Gina looked at them indulgently, and then looked at me as if to 
say, "Ahhh, kids."

I grinned in reply and felt very mature. When I looked up, Kara 
was smiling at the two of us. Gina blushed and reached for my 
hand under the table. She twined her fingers through mine and 
squeezed. I smiled at her and rubbed my thumb along her index 
finger.

After dinner, our parents wanted to go for a walk Erin and Leah 
headed up to the Coulter cabin. When Kara basically disappeared, 
Gina and I unexpectedly found ourselves alone. Hand in hand, we 
walked down to the sand volleyball court. The benches along the 
sidelines were mostly private. We sat on one, very close but not 
touching, still holding hands.

Before she'd gone to Columbia, Susan and I had a long talk about 
Gina. She'd given me some really good advice about what I should 
do, and how I should do it.

The gist of her advice was that I needed to show Gina that I 
still loved her, but that I wasn't going to take advantage of 
her. Basically, it would be a Bad Idea to have sex with her, even 
oral sex.

I knew, and Susan agreed, that Gina was probably going to be 
shocked and angry when she found out about Amy. She might never 
want to speak to me again, and I didn't want her to feel that I'd 
preyed upon her love for me, just to get lucky. So I basically 
decided I wasn't going to do anything more than kiss her, no 
matter how much either of us wanted to take things further. 
Anything else would seem like a violation of her trust. I 
fervently hoped I wouldn't have to hurt her feelings in the 
process. That, I thought regretfully, was for later.

I was also walking a fine line about when to tell her about Amy--
not to mention Stacy and Susan. (Of course, Susan and I had 
decided that I didn't need to say anything about Mom.) I needed 
time to show her I still cared for her, but not too much time. If 
I took too long, it would seem like I'd only told her out of 
shame or guilt, not out of a genuine desire to come clean and 
work things out.

So I'd planned on spending time with Gina, sort of proving I 
loved her, for a day or two. On Sunday night, I was going to have 
The Talk with her and take my lumps--for however long I had to 
take them. In the meantime, I was going to keep the physical side 
of our relationship to a minimum.

Unfortunately, real life wasn't that simple.

When she sat next to me on the bench, I could feel the warmth of 
her body. My palms started to get a little sweaty and I felt my 
heart race. When Gina scooted closer to me, my mouth suddenly 
went dry. I yearned to reach out and touch her, to hold her, to 
kiss her, but I knew that I had to keep my desires under control. 
If not...

Before things could go any further, I turned to face her--to keep 
my raging hormones in check-- and she turned as well. My left 
knee was touching her right one, and she still held my left hand.

The sun was just starting to dip toward the horizon, and the 
light turned her skin a reddish bronze. I tried not to stare at 
her body, but she was even more beautiful than I remembered. Her 
breasts were firm and round, and they shook slightly when she 
laughed. With an inward grin, I found myself trying to make her 
laugh, just to watch them move.

The contrast between her lighter and darker areas of skin was 
incredibly alluring, and my eyes were drawn to the juncture of 
her thighs. Since she was sitting with her legs spread slightly, 
I could barely make out the fleshy lips of her pussy. For a 
maudlin moment, I wondered if I'd ever get near them again. I 
shook myself out of my self-pitying reverie and tried to pay 
attention to what she was saying.

We talked about all sorts of things. She told me about her friend 
Lisa, and how supportive she had been when I "got stupid." She 
also apologized for paying so much attention to school herself. 
It was nice to know she realized it took two people to grow 
apart, not just one. We talked about her year at school, some of 
her other friends (Wendy, Margaret, and Sonya), what she'd done 
before coming to camp, and any number of other things.

I told her about my wrestling season. She asked about some of my 
matches, so I told her about the first big one, the one with 
Emmett Carstairs (the arrogant prick). I'd since become a much 
better wrestler, and looked back at that match with a mixture of 
amusement and fondness. In fact, I really looked forward to 
wrestling him again. I didn't know if I could beat him or not, 
but I vowed that he wouldn't have the time--or the breath--to 
taunt me. Gina laughed when I told her about what had been going 
through my head while he was throwing me around the mat, and I 
tried not to focus on her quivering breasts.

She asked me about my friends, mostly things I'd mentioned in 
letters but hadn't elaborated on. So I told her about Scott, 
Kelly, and the rest of the gang. While I _did_ mention Amy, I 
carefully edited out the salacious parts. I told her about 
football games, and classes, and teachers I liked or didn't like.

We ended up talking until it was dark, neither of us noticing 
when the sun had gone down. There were very few lights on this 
side of the camp, and I could barely make out her face and 
expressions. Suddenly, neither of us was talking. I turned in my 
seat and sat facing forward. She turned as well, and scooted 
close to me.

South Carolina has a smell all its own: the freshness of pine 
trees; the tang of the warm, sandy soil; even the smell of the 
humidity, thick and rich and full of life. But sitting there next 
to Gina, all I could smell was her scent, a warm girl sitting 
next to me, suddenly as nervous as I was.

"It's a beautiful night, isn't it," she said quietly.

"Mmm hmm."

There was hardly any moon out, and the stars shone like pinpricks 
in the backdrop of the night. I looked up at them with her, and 
felt her take a deep breath. When she nudged against my arm, I 
knew what she wanted. I wanted it too, but I was suddenly scared. 
Would I be able to stop if she wanted more? Would she understand 
if I didn't let things go too far? Would she even want to do 
anything more? Would she...? Susan's voice echoed in my mind, 
"Don't over-analyze things."

I lifted my arm and Gina snuggled against me.

"I missed you a lot," she said.

"Yeah."

Yeah? Was that all I could come up with?!

She laid her head on my shoulder and scooted against me. Her leg, 
soft and satiny, brushed against mine and she didn't move away. I 
could smell her shampoo, clean and fragrant--the scent filled my 
nostrils and threatened to overwhelm me. I felt a stirring in my 
loins and frantically tried to think of something to avert an 
erection.

"Now that your family's here," I said, "we can play Marco Polo." 
What idiot had gotten control of my mouth?!

She laughed and playfully slapped my leg. "You're such a goof." 
She sighed and moved her head against my shoulder. "But you're my 
goof."

Thankfully, I shut up after that. Gina was content to curl her 
legs underneath her and sit quietly as well.

We sat in silence, watching the stars (and the occasional 
airplane) move across the sky. With no lights around us, our eyes 
quickly adjusted, and we could actually see the pulse and twinkle 
of some of the dimmer stars.

When I felt her move, my heart raced and I turned to her. She 
lifted her head, and I knew what she wanted. I wanted the same 
thing. I ached for it. I wanted to taste her lips--her soft, 
supple lips--and lose myself in them. I wanted her tongue against 
mine. I wanted to feel her sweet breath on my cheek. I wanted...

She lifted her head and kissed me, tenderly at first. When she 
pulled back, I saw her lick her lips and taste me. She smiled and 
lifted her face again. I closed my eyes and bent my head to hers.

When I turned toward her and cupped her face, she arched her neck 
and pressed her lips into mine. I felt her right breast press 
against my side, and I finally lost the battle against my 
impending erection--in two microseconds, I was hard as iron. She 
pressed against me, and I felt the hard little pebble of her 
nipple against my ribs. Our kiss heated, and her breathing grew 
ragged. When we pulled back, I looked at her shadowed face and 
stroked her cheek with my thumb.

"I love you," I said.

"I love you too."

"Very much."

She nodded and her head tilted back again. When our lips met, 
something passed between us, a kind of intense connection, and 
she melted against me. I was acutely aware of her soft breast 
pressing against my side, and my cock pulsated with my heartbeat. 
Our embrace grew more passionate as we lost ourselves in the 
kiss. We pulled back, breathless, and I opened my eyes.

Gina opened her eyes and smiled. "Oh, God, Paul. You make me feel 
so good." She took a deep breath and looked into my eyes. "I've 
missed you so much."

"I missed you, too."

We continued kissing and murmuring endearments for what seemed 
like an eternity. Thankfully, through some unspoken agreement, 
neither of us moved to take things further than kissing and 
gentle caresses. I honestly don't think I would've been able to 
stop her if she'd wanted to do more.

I held her in my arms for a while, but I knew we had to get back 
to our families. After a final lingering kiss, we walked up the 
hill.

Fortunately, my erection had mostly subsided by the time we came 
within sight of her cabin. Our parents were sitting on the porch, 
chatting amiably. I kissed her deeply before we entered the warm 
circle of light bathing her cabin's front porch. She pressed her 
body against mine and I felt the promise of more in her touch. 
With an effort of will, I kept my dick from getting harder still. 
I was just barely soft, and I knew she must have felt it against 
her stomach. Finally, reluctantly, we parted and then walked 
toward the porch.

Dwight and Karen Delozier had arrived sometime after dinner, and 
their daughter Trish was inside the cabin with Erin and Leah. 
Their family had the cabin next to Stan and Terri. Gina's mother, 
Elizabeth, stuck her head into the cabin and told the girls it 
was time for them to wind down for the evening. There was a 
general chorus of girlish disapproval, but no outright dissent.

Trish headed for her cabin, while Erin sat on the porch next to 
Mom. Kara walked up a few minutes later, and we all stood around 
and chatted for a while, but my mind wasn't on the conversation. 
My thoughts were chaotic, swirling with images of the beautiful 
girl beside me, and how I was going to break her heart.

-----

The next morning dawned bright and clear. I woke up early, much 
earlier than usual. I hadn't slept well, so I lay in bed for a 
while, trying to sort out my troubled thoughts. Finally, in 
disgust, I got up and went to the bathroom. No one else was up, 
so I quietly slipped into my workout shorts and headed out the 
front door.

I picked up my jump rope and started warming up. When we had 
first arrived at camp, I cleared an area to the side of the 
steps, and the sandy soil had become compacted through repeated 
use. I don't know what I was trying to purge from my thoughts, 
but I mindlessly lost myself in the rhythm of jumping and quickly 
worked up a good sweat.

I normally didn't lift on Sunday, but I felt the urge to do 
something, anything. I picked up my barbell and started doing 
curls. When I wore out my biceps, I hefted the bar over my head 
and started doing triceps presses. After that, I went through a 
series of butterfly presses with the dumbbells. I did incline 
presses, straight presses, dead-lifts, bent-over rows, shrugs, 
and more.

I even pulled one of the twenty-five-pound weights off the 
barbell and did sit-ups with it clutched to my chest, not caring 
about the grit and dirt that stuck to my sweaty back. I laid a 
towel out and did neck bridges, front and back. I did wrist curls 
and worked my grip. I exercised every muscle group I could think 
of, and then finished off with a furious session with the jump 
rope. By the time I was done, I was breathing hard and dripping 
with perspiration.

Even though I hate running, I trotted away from the cabin, 
heading up the hill toward the gates. I ran for fifteen minutes, 
almost two miles, even at my pace. I turned around and headed 
back to camp. When I passed our cabin, I noticed that the camp 
was coming to life, but I didn't stop.

I ran the last hundred yards at a flat-out sprint, racing down 
the hill toward the lake. I felt the sweat dripping down my face, 
my torso, my pumping arms and legs. A yard or two before the 
brick coping, I launched myself into the morning-smooth water in 
one graceful arc. I swam to the shallow end and then turned 
around. A dozen laps later, I finally dragged myself onto the 
edge of the lake, exhausted.

A combination of fatigue and the cold water started my muscles 
quivering. I bent to massage my aching calves and then worked my 
way up over my hams and quads. When I finally stood up, I looked 
into Gina's smiling eyes.

"Your mom told me you hadn't had breakfast yet, so I brought you 
an orange," she said.

I smiled tightly, still breathing hard from my swim. "Thanks."

"Why're you wearing shorts?" she asked.

I looked down and noticed them for the first time since I'd put 
them on.

"You don't want me to see how cold the water is?" she asked with 
a wry grin.

"No," I said simply, once I'd stopped laughing. It felt good to 
laugh, to smile, especially with Gina.

"Oh?" She sat on one of the lounge chairs and began peeling the 
orange, depositing the rind on a paper towel she'd brought along 
for that purpose.

"_You_ try jumping rope without a little... um... support."

"Ouch," she said playfully.

I nodded.

"Well?" she asked.

"Well what?"

"You gonna show me how cold the water is?" Her eyes twinkled. 

I tried to suppress a mischievous smirk. "Sure. I'll show you how 
cold the water is."

She took one look into my eyes and quickly set the half-peeled 
orange on the paper towel. When I lunged for her, she squealed 
and started to run, but I was much too quick. Before she'd taken 
three steps, I grasped her arm and easily spun her around.

My first inclination was to pull her arm over my shoulder, shoot 
my own arm through her legs, and hoist her onto my shoulder into 
a fireman's carry (a classic wrestling takedown). Fortunately, my 
good sense prevailed and I simply swept her up, one arm around 
her back, the other at the crook of her knees.

Accompanied by her frantic cries, I took a half-dozen loping 
strides and leapt into the water. With a tremendous splash, we 
both went under. She came up sputtering.

"Pretty cold, isn't it?" I asked teasingly.

She sputtered again and brushed her hair out of her face.

When she looked at me, I arched an eyebrow at her and grinned. 
With a grin of her own, her face softened and she beckoned for me 
to come closer. When I started swimming toward her, she suddenly 
kicked onto her back. Her scissoring legs churned the surface and 
I must have inhaled about a gallon of spring water. For a moment, 
I was incapacitated by a paroxysm of coughing. Once I cleared my 
windpipe, I quickly surged after her.

Halfway across the lake, I shot a hand out to grab her kicking 
ankle and caught her before she could reach the raft. She 
squawked when I pulled her close, so I braced myself for an 
assault. She resisted for only a moment, but when I finally got 
my arms around her to keep her from pushing me away, she suddenly 
stopped fighting me and I felt two warm lips pressed against 
mine.

Her disposition changed completely as she wrapped her arms around 
my neck and pulled herself against me. Fortunately, the raft had 
been near the shallow end of the lake, and my feet could reach 
the bottom. Her erect nipples pressed into my chest and our kiss 
heated. I ran my hands up and down her back, feeling the ripple 
and play of her muscles as I held her against me.

"That," she said, pulling back and smiling at me, "was for being 
a wonderful guy."

I smiled at her but immediately cried out in pain as she clamped 
her fingers and thumbs around my nipples and twisted. Hard.

"And _that_," she said, her eyes dancing with mirth, "was for 
throwing me in the water."

With that, she pushed away from me and began swimming toward the 
edge of the lake. When I stopped seeing stars, and the pain in my 
abused nipples faded to a dull throb, I swam after her. She was 
just walking up the concrete steps when I caught up. She turned 
at the top of the stairs, the sun over the hill behind her 
imparting a glowing full-body halo. She slicked her hair back and 
looked down at me expectantly.

"I'm just making sure it's safe to come near you," I said, half 
teasing, half serious.

"Oh, you're safe." She smiled at me and I felt my heart lift. 
"For now."

I grinned and walked up the stairs toward her.

"But you're going to have to take off those shorts," she said 
tartly.

"Oh? And why is that?"

She grinned coquettishly. "Maybe I like you better without them," 
she said. She flipped her hair back flirtatiously and walked over 
to the lounger she'd so recently had to vacate.

I couldn't stop grinning as I watched her walk. Her ass swayed 
side-to-side and she gave me a come-hither look over her 
shoulder. I hurried to catch up, slipping the sodden shorts down 
my legs as I did.

She waited for me to arrive, then retrieved the orange and the 
paper towel. When she semi-imperiously pointed at the lounger, I 
grinned and sat down. I quickly moved aside when I realized she 
intended to sit by my hips. One look at my shriveled manhood and 
I realized just _how_ cold the water had been, so I quickly 
crossed my legs. That did little to hide my shrunken condition, 
but it somehow made me feel better.

Gina merely smiled at me and set the paper towel on my thighs. 
She finished peeling the orange, pulled off the first wedge, and 
fed it to me. I nipped at her fingers with my teeth, but she'd 
been expecting it. She pulled her hand back and admonished me 
with a look. I smiled contritely and chewed the orange.

When I reached for the orange to feed myself, she playfully 
slapped my hand away. One by one, she fed me the rest of the 
wedges. When I finished them, I captured her hand with my own. 
She watched curiously as I pulled her fingers to my lips and 
licked off the sticky juice. Her breathing quickened as I slowly 
sucked each of her digits into my mouth. By the time I was done, 
her eyelids were drooping with arousal and she was moaning 
softly.

"Thanks for the orange," I said sincerely.

Her eyes finally closed and she took a deep breath, then 
swallowed hard. When she opened her eyes again, they were a 
little glassy, but she nodded and smiled.

-----

After lunch, Gina and I lay out on the far shore of the lake, by 
the shallow area. The Nolan kids--their names were Alan and 
Clara--had gone up to the clubhouse to play, so we were pretty 
much alone. Most of the other sunbathers, including our families, 
were on the hill side of the lake.

Unfortunately, my intense early morning workout was taking its 
toll, and I was sore. S-O-R-E, sore. I was used to hard workouts, 
but I don't know what had come over me that morning. My 
fingernails hurt. My hair hurt. I think even my teeth hurt, at 
least in sympathy.

I groaned when I rolled over, and Gina cracked an eyelid, looking 
at me with a mixture of curiosity and sympathy.

"I had a tough workout this morning," I said by way of 
explanation.

"Chasing me around the lake, I presume?"

I would have grinned, but I was pretty sure that would hurt too.

"Awww. Poor baby," she said softly, clucking her tongue at me.

I tried to look as pathetic as I could, but she only giggled. 
When I still didn't smile, she took pity on me.

"You want me to rub your shoulders?" she asked solicitously.

"Would you?"

She nodded, her eyes twinkling.

"God, that'd be great."

She rolled upright and reached for her suntan oil. I 
surreptitiously looked across the lake, to assure myself that no 
one was paying too much attention to us, and then looked back at 
Gina. She blinked when I caught her looking across the lake as 
well. We shared a conspiratorial smile and then she squeezed some 
oil into her palm.

"Just lie there and relax," she said. "And I'll make it all 
better."

I folded my arms under my chin and did as instructed. She rubbed 
her palms together to spread the oil, and it made a slippery 
sound that reminded me of... Well, let's just say I was glad that I 
was lying facedown. When I looked back, I could clearly see that 
Gina had thought of the same thing. We grinned at each other and 
she scooted toward me.

I flinched when her fingers first touched my shoulders, but 
quickly relaxed as she started kneading my knotted muscles. I 
didn't know a good massage from a punch in the arm, but what she 
was doing felt wonderful. She worked her fingers into my traps 
and then down over my delts. I groaned as she gripped me and 
worked my muscles.

"Are you okay?" she asked quickly.

"Oh, God. Yes," I hissed. "It feels wonderful. Don't stop."

Her hands moved back over my traps and then down to my lats. At 
first, her touch was soft and warm. But after I started sighing 
in pleasure, her movements became strong and sure.

"If I didn't love you before," I said, my head still down, "I'd 
definitely love you now."

She moved down over my lower back to my spinal erectors and hip 
flexors. Using her thumbs, she massaged my sore muscles. With a 
groan, I felt the tension flow from my body.

"You're so hard," she said softly.

"Hmm?"

"Last year, you weren't like this."

As if I didn't know how pudgy I was last year, I thought sourly.

"Now, you're all hard. And firm." Her hands worked the top of my 
glutes and then back up over my sides to my lats. "And strong."

I nodded.

"I know you don't want to talk about it much, but you look really 
good."

"It's okay to talk about it," I said, looking over my shoulder. 
"I've just had a lot of people tell me 'how much you've changed.' 
But I haven't really changed. Not the part that counts, anyway, 
the part on the inside." I rolled onto my side and looked at her.

She pulled her hands back.

"It's only the outside that's different." I tapped myself on the 
chest. "In here, I'm still the same guy. I'm maybe a little 
older, and I've made some mistakes." I didn't want to think about 
how _many_ mistakes I'd made, although I didn't think Amy was one 
of them. "But inside, it's just me."

She looked at me and nodded, her eyes softening.

"I mean, I still get excited and happy, or sad and scared. I 
still worry about how much I weigh, and a million other things. 
And I'm still the same guy who's in love with you."

She blushed and lowered her eyes.

"So I haven't changed," I said. "My body has, but _I_ haven't 
changed. I'm still me. And I still love _you_."

She was silent for a moment, clearly stunned by the intensity of 
my reaction.

I sat up and pulled her hands into mine. I waited for her to look 
up, and when she did, I held her eyes with my own. "Whatever 
happens..." I _knew_ what was going to happen, but I didn't want to 
think about it. "I want you to know something."

She swallowed hard and nodded.

"I will always, _always_ love you. Nothing will change that. 
_Nothing_."

For a moment, she didn't move and I began to panic. All of a 
sudden, her eyes were brimming with tears and she practically 
threw herself at me. I tumbled backward with the force of her 
body slamming into me, and we ended up in a heap on the grass. 
Her entire body was atop mine, and even though I was stunned, it 
felt wonderful. I looked up at her in surprise and she kissed me 
soundly.

"I love you, I love you," she repeated over and over, kissing me 
each time.

-----

Susan got back to camp late that afternoon. My family and Gina's 
family all had a big dinner at Susan's house that night. While 
the women were fixing dinner, Dad, Mr. Coulter (he insisted I 
call him Chris), and I sat in the living room and relaxed. It was 
kind of weird sitting with them, but it made me feel grown up. 
They each drank a beer and I had a Coke.

Once dinner was ready, we all sat down in Susan's dining room. 
She had put two extra leaves in the table, and four chairs had 
appeared from somewhere, so even with ten of us, we were 
comfortable. Susan opened a couple of bottles of wine with 
dinner, and we all got to drink some. Gina and I got a full glass 
each, while Erin and Leah only got about half a glass, but I 
could tell that it made them feel mature.

After dinner, Gina shyly brought out a small box wrapped with 
brightly colored paper. She handed me the present and 
conversation died as everyone looked at me expectantly. I tried 
not to blush, but judging by the expressions around me, I wasn't 
successful. I ripped the paper and opened the box--a silver 
necklace was inside.

Suddenly, I understood what Gina had meant when she'd said it 
might not fit. With all the wrestling practice and working out, 
my neck was quite a bit bigger than the year before. I silently 
prayed that the chain would be long enough.

"Do you want me to put it on you?" Gina asked softly.

I nodded, and she reached for the chain. I reached at the same 
time, and my hand came to rest on hers. We both blushed, and she 
giggled nervously. I smiled as reassuringly as I could and pulled 
my hand back. I bent forward and she placed the cool metal around 
my neck. It was long enough, so she fastened it in front and then 
slid the clasp around to the nape of my neck.

"It's a three plus one Figaro pattern," she said.

Whatever that meant, I thought. Instead of asking, I looked up at 
her and smiled.

"Happy birthday," she whispered. She gave me a quick kiss on the 
lips and then pulled back, blushing again.

We surveyed the smiling and indulgent faces around us, and I'm 
sure Gina was as embarrassed as I was. Much to my astonishment, I 
looked up to find not only Mom and Susan, but Elizabeth and Kara 
looking at me and smiling. Fortunately, the conversation resumed 
quickly.

Erin and Leah raced off to find Trish, but the rest of us sat 
around the table and talked for about an hour. I was in a daze, 
and remembered little of it. After a while, Kara went back to 
their cabin, and Gina and I decided to go for a walk by the lake. 
The fact that all the kids had deserted them didn't seem to 
bother our parents or Susan, so I didn't think twice about it.

It was just starting to get dark when Gina and I reached the 
shore of the lake. The raft had drifted close to the edge, so we 
simply stepped onto it. I gave us a good shove and propelled it 
toward the center of the lake.

I had planned to have The Talk with Gina that night, but as soon 
as I opened my mouth to speak, she kissed me. My carefully 
husbanded resolve crumbled, and I lost myself in her lips. We 
sank to the still-warm canvas of the raft and lay very close to 
each other. She rolled to her back and pulled me against her.

Our lips met again, and I forgot everything I wanted to say. I'd 
carefully rehearsed the words in my head, and they flew away like 
a puff of dandelion seeds in the wind.

I put my hand on her stomach to steady myself, but she moved it 
up to cup her right breast. Her nipple quickly hardened under my 
palm and she moaned into my mouth. My dick was instantly erect, 
bumping against her hip as she writhed beneath me. I pulled back 
and looked at her in the fading light. I knew in my heart that 
she was the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen, and I couldn't 
hurt her. I simply couldn't.

When we broke the kiss, she held up her wrist. I looked from her 
face to the bracelet and back again.

"This was my favorite birthday present," she said.

I smiled and fingered the silver chain around my neck. "And this 
is mine."

"My second favorite birthday present was pretty good, too. I 
think you'll like it."

"Oh? You'll have to show it to me."

She shook her head.

I looked at her, perplexed.

"It's not something I can really show you."

I furrowed my brow, my confusion deepening.

"On my birthday, Mom took me to see the doctor."

The doctor? Huh? Was she sick? Hopefully, I didn't look as 
baffled as I actually felt.

"The doctor...," she said leadingly.

And then it hit me. My eyes flew wide.

She grinned.

"You're--"

"On the pill," she said, finishing my thought.

I looked at her and blinked, not trusting myself to speak.

"I want you to be the one," she said softly, stroking my face.

It was an evil twist of fate that caused two things to occur 
simultaneously--one head swelled and the other was cast into 
turmoil. I kissed her deeply and felt her arch her back against 
me.

And so began the war of hormones versus ethics. I honestly didn't 
know which would win.

-----

Copyright (c) 2003 Nick Scipio. All rights reserved.

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