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Author: Nick Scipio
Title: Summer Camp - Book 2: Gina
Part: Chapter 16
Universe: Summer Camp
Summary: Coming-of-age story about a teenager whose family spends 
their summer vacations at a nudist camp.
Keywords: mf, teen, oral
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contains material of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. If you 
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All characters in this story are fictitious; any similarity to 
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Summer Camp - Book 2: Gina
by Nick Scipio

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

The next morning, my eyes popped open and I immediately had a 
frightening thought: _What if Mom and Dad got a divorce?_ Why 
hadn't I been worried about that the night before? I had watched 
the two of them have sex with other people. True, I'd been a 
little preoccupied at the time, but the more I thought about it, 
the more I worried. 

Did they not love each other any more? _Hold on a second,_ I 
thought. The way they'd acted toward each other when they 
returned to the cabin had been normal, nothing out of the 
ordinary. How long had they been swinging? If it had been a 
while, why hadn't they already gotten a divorce?

Were they just not happy with each other? _No,_ I thought. I 
hadn't noticed any change in their behavior. Maybe I'd been in my 
own little world a lot of the time, and maybe I was kind of dense 
sometimes, but I _did_ pay attention to some things. Mom and Dad 
still seemed to love each other. And I knew they had sex, I'd 
even witnessed some of it.

So why did they have sex with other people? I thought I could 
answer that question for myself: _variety_. I knew from personal 
experience that women were different. Even one woman may be 
different from one time to the next. I liked having sex with 
Susan, but it was completely different than sex with Stacy. Sex 
with Amy had been different as well. I knew Gina would be the 
same way, different.

But did Mom and Dad still love each other? I thought about that 
question for a long time and finally came to the conclusion that 
they probably did. I still had no clue about how long they'd been 
swinging, but I was pretty sure that it hadn't changed their 
relationship much. Unfortunately, I still had a niggling fear 
that they might _not_ love each other anymore. Instead of 
dwelling on it, however, I turned my thoughts to something else.

If Gina had known about her parents, that would explain a lot 
about why she wasn't jealous of Stacy or Susan. Susan! What had 
Kara said to Gina? "You _know_ about Susan." The significance of 
that statement had _completely_ eluded me at the time. I'd simply 
thought Kara was telling Gina that I'd told the truth about 
having sex with Susan.

But that _wasn't_ what she had meant. Gina knew about Susan 
swinging with her parents. It was as simple as that. How? Once 
again, the answer was simple--Gina had been watching her parents. 
She'd known about my parents too, so she must have seen them with 
hers.

Or had she seen them with someone else? Who else could it be? I 
simply didn't know. I felt kind of embarrassed, too. I hadn't 
even noticed that my own parents were swinging, so how could I 
hope to figure out who _else_ might be involved?

_Note to self: Ask Susan about swingers._

As hard as I tried not to, I still worried about the possibility 
that my parents might get a divorce. I don't know why, but I did. 
It was like a genie I'd let out of the bottle--once I started 
agonizing over it, I couldn't stop. Why had I begun thinking 
about it at all?!

I wanted to talk to Mom, I decided. Normally, I would have talked 
to Susan, but I had a nagging suspicion she'd simply tell me to 
ask my mom. Besides, I guess I wanted to hear from Mom herself 
that she and Dad weren't going to break up. But I'd never talked 
to her about something this serious before.

So, what was the problem with talking to Mom? I was a little 
nervous. How exactly do you start a conversation like that? Hi, 
Mom, are you and Dad going to get a divorce because you want to 
have sex with other people? _No,_ I thought, _definitely not the 
right opening line._

I also had to figure out where Gina and I could go for a little 
privacy. As I started to think about the problem, my mind 
thankfully drifted away from thoughts of my parents and divorce.

Where could Gina and I go? We could take a blanket and simply 
walk into the woods, but how romantic would that be? About as 
romantic as ubiquitous pine trees could get--in other words, 
hopelessly unmemorable. I thought of a few other places, but 
quickly dismissed them for one reason or another.

Since I was getting nowhere fast with any of my dilemmas, I 
decided to get up. Before I climbed down the ladder, I looked at 
my parents. They were spooned together and Dad had his arms 
around Mom, protecting her and holding her close. Even though she 
was asleep, I decided she looked happy. Were these two people on 
the verge of divorce? I sincerely hoped not.

-----

While I was jumping rope after my workout, my mind wandered back 
to the divorce question. My parents were a team, and they had 
been as long as I could remember. They had arguments, just like 
any other couple, but Erin and I rarely saw them. And whenever 
they had to punish either of us--a thankfully rare occurrence--
they _both_ did it.

For instance, when I'd suggested my own weeklong early curfew, 
Dad hadn't simply pronounced judgment, he said he'd discuss it 
with Mom. It was like that with everything.

When we were younger, Erin and I had even learned that we 
couldn't use the "if it's okay with your other parent, then it's 
okay with me" ploy. Mom and Dad talked to each other about 
decisions they made, and I couldn't even _remember_ the last time 
I'd been grounded because I tried to pit one of them against the 
other.

Both my sister and I had learned that lesson pretty quickly. Mom 
and Dad were a unit, and if we tried to manipulate either of 
them, we got punished. The punishments were always just--I 
reluctantly had to admit that they _were_ fair--but they were 
always severe enough to be a deterrent. _Pavlov would be very,_ 
very _proud,_ I thought with a laugh.

"What's so funny?" Mom asked from the porch.

I almost tripped over my jump rope. (One of the reasons I really 
liked jumping rope is because it's repetitive enough that I could 
think about things while I did it. The problem? Break your rhythm 
and you're going to take a nose-dive.)

"Be careful, honey," she said.

I stopped jumping and coiled the rope. "Yeah," I said, panting 
from the exertion.

"So, what were you laughing about?"

"Oh, nothing much," I half-lied. "I was just thinking about 
something I remember from Biology class." Which was more or less 
true. I _had_ learned about Pavlov in Biology.

"Oh?"

"It was funny, but it'd take a long time to explain."

"Okay."

I gathered my courage, shifting from foot to foot a little 
nervously. "Mom?"

"Yes, dear?"

"Um... are Dad and Erin up yet?"

She nodded. "Your dad's in the shower and Erin's brushing her 
hair."

"Oh. Okay."

"Is there something you need?"

I shook my head. I thought for a moment, changed my mind, then 
nodded. "Um..." I took a deep breath and steeled my nerves, wishing 
I could will my jittery stomach to relax. "Do you think we could... 
I mean you and me... um... maybe..."

"Yes?"

"Maybe we could talk... or something."

"Sure. Now, or later?"

"Um... whenever."

"Now's fine," she said. "Just give me a minute." Then she turned 
and headed back inside.

Relief washed over me like a cool rain. _There,_ I thought. _I'd 
said it. I'd asked. Whew!_

A few moments later, I decided to follow her inside. Once there, 
I slipped off my workout shorts and dropped them in the hamper.

Dad came out of the bathroom, followed by Mom. He looked at me 
and smiled, but showed no sign that he knew what I'd asked Mom.

"I feel like pancakes this morning," he said jovially. "Anybody 
else up for some banana pancakes?"

Erin piped up immediately. Banana pancakes were her favorite.

"Okay," Dad said to her. "You wanna be my assistant?"

"Sure."

"Breakfast in about half an hour?" Dad asked Mom.

She nodded.

"C'mon, kiddo," Dad said to Erin.

She jumped up and the two of them headed out the door without a 
backward glance.

As soon as they were out of earshot, Mom turned to me. "Is 
everything okay?"

I nodded.

She waited patiently for me to speak.

"D'you mind if I shower first?" I asked. I _was_ sweaty and a 
little rank, but I also hadn't really figured out what I wanted 
to say.

"Go ahead. I'll be here when you get done."

I showered quickly, my body on autopilot. While I washed, my mind 
was working a million miles an hour. By the time I got out to dry 
off, I'd bolstered my courage and I was pretty sure I knew what I 
wanted to ask. When I emerged from the bathroom, Mom was folding 
towels. She looked up and smiled.

"Are you and Dad gonna get a divorce?" I blurted. What _idiot_ 
had gotten control of my mouth? That was _not_ the first question 
I'd planned to ask.

"Of course not, honey." She gestured for me to sit next to her on 
the bed. "What makes you ask that?"

"I saw you last night." Never in a million years had I planned to 
say _that_, either. Some imbecile was clearly using my voice, 
because I certainly wasn't saying what I'd planned.

"When?"

How did she sound so calm, so collected? "When you were at 
Susan's," I said. What was I thinking?!

"Ah."

Ah. Was that all she had to say?!

She turned toward me and put her hand on my thigh. "Did you 
understand what you saw?"

Duh. Of course I did. They were having sex. In a moment of 
lucidity, however, I realized that wasn't what she was asking. I 
shook my head. Then I nodded. I started to shake my head again, 
but stopped, clearly confused. "I don't know," I said at last.

"That's okay, honey. It's all right not to understand." She 
paused for a moment and then smiled. "Your dad and I love each 
other very much, and we're not going to get a divorce. Not now, 
not ever."

I nodded. It was the first thing I'd truly understood all 
morning.

"I've been wondering when I was going to get this question."

"You have?"

"Mmm hmm. I thought you might've figured it out earlier, but 
you've been busy with your own life, haven't you?"

I nodded.

"How did you see?" she asked calmly.

"We... um... I mean, I... um..." I blushed furiously. _Now_ I'd let
the 
cat out of the bag--I'd said "we." I mentally cursed myself.

"It's okay. I'm not angry. I'm just curious."

For a moment, I studied her face. She didn't _look_ angry. "I 
went looking for Susan," I said at last. "When she didn't answer 
the door, I thought she might be in her bedroom, so I went around 
to knock. I didn't mean to spy on--"

"It's okay, Paul. I understand."

"Are you sure?"

"Mmm hmm. Very sure."

"So... why?" I asked.

"Why am I sure?" She took one look at my expression and shook her 
head. "Oh, why were we doing what we were doing?"

I nodded.

"Because it's something your dad and I enjoy."

"Having sex with other people?"

She nodded.

"Does that mean you don't love each other any more?"

For a moment, she laughed brightly. Then she took one look at my 
face and quickly caught herself. "No," she said seriously. "We 
love each other more than ever."

"But you have sex with other people."

"Mmm hmm. But your dad and I love each other very much. We have 
to, in order to have the kind of relationship we do."

"Huh?"

"Think about it for a moment," she said. "You know there's a 
difference between love and sex."

"Well, yeah, but--"

"We love each other, Paul."

"But you don't like having sex with each other?"

She shook her head and tried not to chuckle. "We enjoy sex with 
each other. A lot."

_Was she blushing?_

"But we also enjoy having sex with other couples."

"Like the Coulters?"

"Mmm hmm. We trust them, and we enjoy their company."

"Oh."

"We also," she said, "enjoy swinging with them."

"Do you... swing... with just anyone?"

"No," she said gently. "We're very selective. Chris and Elizabeth 
are a lot like your dad and me."

I nodded absently.

"They're smart, healthy, clean, and attractive. So we enjoy 
swinging with them."

"Oh."

"And your dad and I don't have sex with anyone if the other one 
doesn't know about it."

"But what about...?" I worked my jaw soundlessly, panic gnawing at 
my belly.

She waited patiently for me to finish my question.

"What about...?" I looked at her and gulped. "What about me? When 
we... um... I mean... you know."

"What we did was experimentation. There was nothing wrong with 
it, but we both know we can't do it again."

I swallowed hard and nodded.

"But if I'm going to be with another couple, if we're swinging, 
then your father knows about it."

"What about that night at Susan's house?" I whispered hoarsely. 
"With Susan, Stacy, and me?"

"What about it?" she asked coolly.

"You were... swinging. Right? Does Dad know?" I croaked. "Does he 
know about me?"

She shook her head. "He knows I was there with Susan and Stacy."

"But not me?" Some of the tightness in my chest eased off, but 
not all of it.

"No, not you." She smiled tenderly. "That's between you and me."

"And Susan and Stacy."

"Mmm hmm. Do _you_ trust Susan?"

I nodded.

"I trust her too. And Susan trusts Stacy, so I do too. Do you?"

I thought about it for a moment. I knew without a doubt that 
Stacy would never do anything to hurt me. "Yes," I said evenly. 
"I trust her."

"I know you do." She looked at me seriously. "That night is the 
one time in all the years your dad and I have been married that I 
didn't tell him the whole truth about one of my liaisons."

"Is that what you call them?" I asked. "Liaisons."

"Sometimes. Usually they're just 'get-togethers.'"

"Oh."

"So your dad always knows about it when I'm with another couple. 
Normally, however, we're there together."

"Like last night?"

"Like last night," she said.

"How long have you been... um... swinging with the Coulters?"

"Since we met them."

I stared at her in shock. Gina's family had been coming here when 
we first joined the camp, more than four years ago! "That long?"

"Mmm hmm."

"How come I never figured it out?" I asked. I tried not to sound 
plaintive, but I don't think I did that well.

"Well, honey, we're pretty discreet."

I nodded. "No kidding."

"Although I thought you had it figured out last year," she said.

"Huh?"

"You asked about swingers a couple of times, but neither Susan 
nor I would tell you anything. I thought you'd figured it out 
when you brought it up, but Susan didn't think you had."

"I hadn't," I said humbly.

"I know."

"So why tell me the truth now?" I asked suddenly.

"It'd be hard to deny it after you saw us last night," she said 
with a chuckle.

"Yeah, I guess so. Does Erin know?"

"No. I don't think so. If she does, she's been very circumspect 
about it."

I nodded.

"Gina knows, though," Mom said.

"Yeah, she was there with me--"

She smirked.

"Oh. Yeah. You probably already knew that."

"You didn't think I caught it when you said 'we' earlier, did 
you?"

I blushed and shook my head.

"Gina was with you, right?"

"More or less," I said.

Mom arched an eyebrow at me inquisitively.

"I... um... I kinda found her there."

"Yes, that makes sense."

"It does?"

She nodded. "Gina enjoys voyeurism," she said. "That's what it's 
called when you get excited watching other people."

"Oh."

"I didn't know she was there, though."

"Hey," I said suddenly. "How'd you know Gina's a... um...?"

"Voyeur," she said helpfully. "Well--"

"Her mother," I said.

Mom nodded.

"You two talk a _lot_, don't you?"

"Mmm hmm. Where our children are concerned, certainly."

"Yeah, I guess that makes sense."

She merely smiled.

"While we're on the subject...," I said. I tried not to blush, but 
my face and ears heated anyway.

"Yes?"

"Um... well... Gina and I kinda wanted to... um... maybe... well, we
wanted 
to maybe go somewhere today."

"Oh?"

I looked up and nodded.

"And?"

"Well... we were thinking... um... you know."

"I do?" Her eyes sparkled mischievously.

Was she being obtuse on purpose? "_Mom_," I said pleadingly. I 
even rolled my eyes for effect.

"I'm sorry, honey," she said. "Sometimes I forget you're no 
longer my little boy. I can't resist teasing you, just a little 
bit."

"I guess."

"Are you and Gina ready to have sex?" she asked frankly.

I looked up sharply and blushed again.

"I take it that means yes?"

I nodded mutely.

"Well," she said seriously, "I don't think her mother will let 
her go anywhere today."

"Why not?"

"She's got to do the dishes today."

"You know about that?" I asked.

Her look answered me better than any words could.

"Oh, yeah. You and Elizabeth talk to each other."

"Mmm hmm. And if Gina's being punished, then her mom won't let 
her trade off with one of her sisters."

"Do you think her mom'll let her go with me? Tomorrow, I mean? I 
don't know where, but do you think she'll let us go?"

Mom nodded thoughtfully. "It's up to Chris and Elizabeth. And 
Gina, of course. But I think they'll let you two go."

"Okay."

"So," she mused, "were you going to ask your father and me about 
going?" She grinned archly. There was a teasing note in her 
voice, but her tone was still serious.

"I kinda just did, didn't I?"

She laughed softly. "Fair enough."

"So, will you let me go?"

"I'll talk it over with your dad, but I don't see any reason we'd 
say no."

"Can I take the car?" I asked. I don't know why I'd decided to go 
for broke, but I evidently had.

She grinned. "Oh, we can talk about that, if it's not too far."

"Well," I said, suddenly a little morose. "I don't have any idea 
where we'd go."

"You should ask Susan," she said. "She'll know."

"Yeah!"

Mom paused for a moment and then looked at me seriously. "Back to 
the original question."

I nodded.

"Do you understand about your dad's and my relationship?" she 
asked. "Maybe just a little bit better?"

"I think so."

"Because we have sex with other people, selectively and 
discreetly, we have to be _more_ secure in our marriage. Your dad 
and I love each other very much, and neither of us will let 
anyone or anything come between us."

"Good."

"When we're with another couple, or another woman, it's sex, and 
it's fun. When your dad and I are together alone, it's love, and 
it's a much deeper connection than either of us has with anyone 
else. Do you understand?"

"Yeah. I guess I do."

"Good. Sex is a big part of our lives for your dad and me. And 
it'll be a big part of your life too. Love, however, is special. 
You can have sex with multiple partners, but you'll only have a 
few true loves in your life."

"Yeah."

"Love is about commitment, trust, and respect," she said. "Sex is 
about pleasure. Though it's not really as simple as that."

I nodded.

"Do you understand?"

"I think so."

"Okay," she said. "If you ever want some advice, get confused, or 
just want to talk, you know you can ask me anything. Right?"

"Obviously," I said.

She grinned, and we stood up to go. I looked at my watch and 
realized we'd been talking for more than half an hour, although 
it hadn't seemed like that long. We were going to be late to 
breakfast.

I was pretty sure I had everything sorted out, although it would 
take me a while to put it all in the proper perspective. I'd 
probably mentally repeat the entire conversation, a couple of 
times, but I was much happier than I'd been when I woke up. And 
much less worried, which was a _very_ good thing.

"Susan owes me a quarter," Mom said as we walked down the hill to 
the clubhouse.

_Okay,_ now _I'm confused again._

She quickly explained. "I'm sorry, Paul. I don't want to make 
light of your questions, but Susan and I had a little bet."

"A little bet?"

"Mmm hmm. I thought you'd ask me when you found out about our 
swinging, and she thought you'd ask her. So we bet a quarter." 
She leaned close. "I think she was hoping to lose," she said 
confidentially.

I merely stared at her, dumbfounded.

Mom thrust her arm through mine and laughed softly as we 
continued walking.

-----

After the breakfast dishes were done, Gina came up to me wearing 
a sullen and apologetic look.

"Let me guess," I said, preempting her. "Your mom won't let you 
go anywhere, 'cause you've got to do the dishes."

"Yeah."

I nodded in commiseration.

"Hey! How'd you know?"

"Lucky guess?"

"Uh-uh."

"Okay," I said. "I kinda had a talk with my mom this morning."

"About us?"

"Sorta," I said, dissembling a bit.

"Oh."

"Yeah. I asked her if you and I could maybe go somewhere today, 
and she said she didn't think your mom'd let you."

She merely nodded.

"So," I said, as brightly as I could. "We'll go tomorrow."

"Yeah, I guess." She looked at me with a doleful expression.

I tried not to grin, but I couldn't help myself. "Mom said I may 
be able to borrow the car," I said softly.

Her eyes lit up at that. "Really?"

"Maybe," I said. "She said it depends on where we go. So I kinda 
need to talk to Susan."

"Susan?"

I nodded. "Who else would know all the romantic deflowering spots 
around here?"

She rolled her eyes and tried not to crack a smile. In the end, 
she did anyway. "When can you talk to Susan? Now? Soon?"

"Patience, grasshopper," I said in my best Shaolin master voice.

"Unnnnh."

"No whining," I said gently, teasingly.

"Can't we just slip away for a little while?"

I shook my head.

"Please?"

"Nope."

"Why not?"

"Because, I want to take longer than a little while."

"I don't," she said in mock exasperation.

"Okay," I said. "Why don't you just hop up on one of these tables 
and I'll go ahead and take care of you."

She looked around quickly to see who might be watching.

I could almost see the wheels spinning in her mind. I burst out 
laughing.

"What's so funny?" she asked indignantly.

"You."

She looked sulky, so I simply bent forward, grabbed her around 
the waist, and threw her over my shoulder. She began to get 
angry, but her temper quickly cooled when she realized I was only 
playing around. I gave her a good, playful swat on the bottom--
which elicited a gratifying shriek--and then carried her out the 
clubhouse door.

I walked toward the lake, chuckling to myself. At first, she 
struggled and squirmed, trying to get loose. Unfortunately for 
her, I was far stronger that she was. And I was far better 
trained. She wasn't going to get loose until I _decided_ to let 
her go. By the time we were looking down the hill at the lake, 
she decided to be nice and ask politely.

"Good God," she said when I set her down. "I didn't know I had 
Tarzan for a boyfriend."

"Me like Jane," I said, theatrically pounding my chest. "Ook 
ook."

She smiled brightly.

I stepped close to her and pulled her into my arms.

"Does Tarzan have a banana for Jane?" she asked. "A long, stiff 
banana, full of hot--"

"Don't get yourself too worked up," I said with a grin.

"I'm trying to get _you_ worked up."

"It's working."

She stomped her foot in mock petulance. "Then how come you're not 
_doing_ anything about it?"

"I am," I said innocently. "I'm going to go talk to Susan about 
where we can find a little privacy."

"Oh. Now?"

I nodded. "I want to go ahead and figure out what we want to do, 
so we can make plans."

"Okay."

"I'll meet you at the lake afterward?"

She nodded.

We kissed quickly and then separated. When she turned to walk 
down the hill, I started toward Susan's.

-----

Susan didn't seem all that surprised to see me. Had she already 
talked to my mom? I wouldn't put it past the two of them.

The day was heating up, but Susan's shaded courtyard was still 
nice and cool. We put towels on the seats of the wrought-iron 
chairs and sipped lemonade as we talked.

What I _hadn't_ told Gina was that I also wanted to talk to Susan 
about the previous night. Talking with Mom had put a lot of my 
fears to rest, but I still had a few burning questions. And I had 
some emotions to work through. While I'd seen Susan with other 
women, and it hadn't bothered me, the night before was the first 
time I'd ever seen her with another man. Curiously, it didn't 
really bother me either.

"I'm sorry," I said, flushing with embarrassment when I realized 
I'd been sitting and thinking for a couple of minutes.

She smiled patiently. "That's okay, I could tell you were deep in 
thought."

"Yeah." I tried to decide how to start the conversation, or 
figure out what I wanted to know, but I drew a blank. Actually, 
that's not strictly true. I had so many questions tumbling 
through my mind that I didn't really know where to begin. 
Finally, I asked, "Have you talked to Mom this morning?"

Her eyebrows rose and she nodded, grinning.

"See? I'm learning."

"Mmm hmm."

"Did y'all talk about...?"

"About you?"

I smiled shyly and nodded.

"Mmm hmm. She said you and she had a good talk this morning."

"Nothing more?" I asked.

"She said you might be stopping by to talk to me too."

"Did she tell you what we talked about?"

"No. But I think I can make an educated guess."

"She didn't tell you what we talked about?" I asked, somewhat 
dubious.

She shook her head.

"_Really?_"

"Really," she said. "We talk about you a lot, but we each keep 
some things private."

I arched an eyebrow.

"Contrary to what you might think, your mom and I don't tell each 
other everything that goes on with you."

"Oh. Okay."

"We talk a lot, because we both love you, but neither of us is an 
open conduit to the other. If you tell her something in 
confidence, I wouldn't know about it. And there are a lot of 
things she doesn't know about our relationship," she said, 
indicating the two of us.

"Really?"

She nodded. "She can probably figure a few things out, but she 
doesn't ask questions or anything like that."

"Oh."

"She respects your privacy," Susan said with a smile. "And so do 
I."

"I guess I hadn't thought of it that way."

"Mmm hmm." She let the silence draw out for a few long moments. 
"So, to answer your question: yes, I've talked to your mom this 
morning, but no, I don't know exactly what you two talked about. 
She just said I might get a visit from you. She also seemed very 
happy."

"Happy?"

She nodded. "Did you realize that this is the first time you've 
talked to her about something really important, without her 
having to drag it out of you and _before_ you talked to me about 
it?"

"Yeah," I said. "Kinda."

"That made her very happy."

I smiled. Maybe it was silly, but it made me feel good that Mom 
was happy because of something I'd done. "Well," I said, "you owe 
her a quarter."

"I do, do I?" She laughed. "I thought I might."

I nodded.

"Believe it or not," I said, "I was coming to talk to you last 
night when I... um... when I saw you all."

She seemed unfazed. "Through the sliding glass doors?"

I nodded.

"I suspected as much."

"Oh?"

"You replaced the chair backward," she said with a grin.

"Huh?"

"I went out to the patio this morning and three chairs were 
facing the table, one was facing away. I didn't think much of it 
until your mom stopped by after breakfast. When she mentioned 
that you might be stopping by, I put two and two together."

"Whoops," I said apologetically.

She merely grinned.

"Sorry about that."

"Are you sorry for replacing the chair backward, or sorry for 
watching through the glass?"

Panic suddenly grew within me, panic that she might be angry I'd 
been spying on her. "Um... I didn't mean to... I mean, I never--"

"It's _okay_, Paul," she said soothingly. "I'm teasing you."

I felt my face and neck heat up. _Why did I have to blush so 
much?_

She giggled.

"What?"

"You should see your face."

I tried to look stricken.

She giggled again. "I'm sorry," she said after a moment. "I know 
how serious you are."

"I guess."

"Well, you can't blame me. You _are_ fun to tease, and you look 
so cute when you blush."

"C'mon. Please?"

"Okay," she said. "I'll stop."

"Thanks." Even with a tan, my face and neck must have been 
crimson.

She waited for me to regain my composure. After a few moments, 
she asked, "Was that what you wanted to talk about?"

Flustered, I'd forgotten everything else I wanted to ask her, so 
I latched onto the one thing I _could_ remember. I shook my head. 
"I was hoping you could give me some advice."

"Oh?"

I nodded. "Gina and I are... um... well... you know..."

"Mmm hmm."

I was blushing again. I wanted to lift my eyes heavenward and 
ask, _Why?_ Finally, I marshaled my courage and looked her in the 
eye. "We're ready to have sex," I said frankly.

She nodded and gestured for me to continue.

I don't know why, but I scrutinized her for any signs of jealousy 
or disapproval. Her face was open and encouraging. I mentally 
sighed, chastising myself for doubting her.

"And you want my advice?" she asked.

I nodded.

"Okay," she said with a mischievous grin. Then she assumed an 
analytical air. "Although I don't know how much advice you really 
need. You already know how to please a woman. I've always been 
_extremely_ satisfied with your performance."

I must have turned six shades of red. Not content to merely be 
embarrassed, I'm sure I turned six shades of purple next.

"I'm sorry," she said, laughing musically. "I'm teasing you 
again."

I nodded and tried to scowl darkly. "I was hoping you could give 
me some advice _about a romantic, private location,_" I said 
evenly.

"Oh," she said glibly, "I thought that was the case. But you 
can't blame a girl for having a little fun."

I huffed.

"Okay, maybe you _can_ blame a girl for having a little fun."

I rolled my eyes at her, but inside, I was laughing. Her good 
mood was infectious. Despite my best efforts, I was enjoying it.

"Well," she said, serious at last. "What were you thinking?"

As I talked about what I wanted to find, I formed the beginnings 
of a plan. Originally, I thought of using Mr. Kestrel's house. 
Unfortunately, it was merely four walls and a roof, albeit with 
air conditioning and hot and cold running water. Functional, but 
bare, and not very romantic.

I thought about asking Susan to borrow Kirk's room, but that just 
seemed cheesy. I can't explain why, but it seemed very un-
romantic. And besides, I wanted to take my time so we could enjoy 
ourselves. I didn't want to hole up in Susan's house for the 
better part of a day. _That_ would be awkward.

The quarry was out because of the distance involved. It _would_ 
be a romantic spot, and fitting, but it was also a two-hour hike 
there, not to mention the return hike. So, scratch the quarry.

The next spot I thought of was the little nature trail by the 
spillway. But not only was that the scene of The Talk, it was the 
scene of The Second Talk. Worse, it was entirely too close to 
camp, and the chances of discovery were pretty high.

The last place I thought of was the _first_ stream that Manfred, 
Jenny, Gina, and I had hiked. It had taken us more than an hour 
to get to the pool and the large rock overhang. While that was a 
shorter hike than the quarry, it was still a weary return trek.

As I talked through my ideas, Susan patiently listened. Before 
she could even suggest a location, I came up with an idea on my 
own. I snapped my fingers and looked at her intently.

"I know the perfect place," I said.

"Oh?"

"Uh-huh. I don't want someplace indoors, since the country around 
here is just too beautiful. I want someplace with a stream, a 
pool, or something. Some kind of running water, obviously. And 
it's gotta have some shade."

She nodded approvingly.

"I don't want someplace too close to the camp, for the obvious 
reasons. Nor do I want someplace more than ten or fifteen 
minutes' walk. That means I want someplace I can drive to, but 
that's not so far away that my parents won't let me take the 
car."

She nodded again.

"And I just thought of the perfect place!"

"Which is?"

"You remember that place you took me to last year, the one with 
the big rocks and the pool? You said it was a special place ..." 
When her eyes misted over, I faltered. _Had I said something 
wrong?_ "Are you okay?" I asked.

She swallowed hard and nodded. Then she wiped her eyes and 
blinked a few times.

"What's the matter?" All of a sudden, I was more concerned about 
her than anything else.

"I'm fine," she said. "It's just that..."

I held my breath and suddenly felt panic growing within me.

"It's a perfect place," she said, her voice thick with emotion. 
At least she was smiling, even if the smile was pasted on.

"If you want, we can go somewhere else," I said. "I mean, I know 
the place is special to you, and I wouldn't want to do anything 
that... well... I don't know. But we won't go if you don't want us 
to."

"No," she said, her eyes still full of unshed tears. She blinked 
again and smiled. "It's perfect. It's special to me because... 
well... it's just a special place. I have a lot of good memories 
from there."

"If you don't want us to go..."

"Go." She smiled with genuine warmth. "It'll be something special 
I can share with you."

I nodded, unsure of what to say.

"Promise me one thing, though."

"Anything," I said earnestly.

"Just you and Gina, okay?"

I quickly nodded.

"I know that you two hike to the quarry with Manfred and Jenny, 
but keep the glade just to yourselves. Okay?"

"Of course."

She smiled affectionately, her eyes still glistening. "Now," she 
said with feigned sternness, "go find Gina and make your plans."

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

"Yes. I'll be fine. I just want some time to myself right now."

"Is there anything I can do?"

"Go. Have a good time. Take care of Gina and make sure she knows 
how much you love her."

She stood, so I did as well. I stepped toward her and she gave me 
a big hug, holding me tight for a long time. When she pulled 
back, her eyes brimmed afresh. She stood on tiptoe and kissed my 
cheek.

"Run along now," she said tearfully. "Shoo!"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. I'll be fine."

"Okay. Thanks, Susan. I know..." _What did I know?_ I couldn't 
express it in words, but I think she understood.

She nodded solemnly.

I turned to go. At the entrance to the courtyard, I looked back. 
She was sitting again, lost in thought, tears silently rolling 
down her cheeks. It was hard for me to leave--I wanted to comfort 
her.

Sometimes the only comfort is to be alone with your memories.

-----

When I got to the lake, Gina and Kara were sitting next to each 
other, just chatting. I took a quick survey to see who was there. 
Manfred and Jenny were in their own little world and the Tharp 
twins were nowhere to be seen. Erin and her friends were heading 
up to play volleyball by themselves. My parents were sitting with 
a group that included Gina's parents and Dwight and Karen. In the 
middle of the lake, the raft floated serenely, unoccupied.

I apologized to Kara and asked if I could borrow Gina. Kara 
smiled and motioned for us to go. As we stood, she picked up her 
book and started reading. Gina looked at me quizzically, but 
followed.

I immediately dived into the cold water. When I surfaced, I 
looked back to find Gina swimming after me. I swam backward for a 
bit, just watching her dark, smooth body move through the water. 
As she caught up with me, I rolled over and started swimming 
alongside her. At the last minute, I ducked underwater and swam 
to the far side of the raft. A moment later, she surfaced next to 
me, her white teeth flashing in a broad smile.

I looked around to see who could see us. The raft was between us 
and the majority of the sunbathers, including our families. At 
the shallow end of the lake, some of the younger kids were 
playing, but none of their parents were paying much attention to 
us.

I reached up and supported myself with one hand on the raft. With 
the other hand, I pulled Gina close and kissed her soundly. She 
responded eagerly, her cold-hardened nipples pressing into my 
chest. We kissed for a few minutes, still hidden from the 
majority of the people on the shore.

Once or twice, I looked around, just to make sure none of the 
parents or kids from the shallow end were paying attention to us. 
Our kisses heated up, and she was soon grinding her pelvis 
against me.

"Hold yourself up for a minute," I said.

She dutifully put her hand on the raft to steady herself.

I took a deep breath and slipped beneath the surface of the lake. 
I kissed my way down her stomach and finally reached her waist. 
With one hand on each hip, I held myself in place. She spread her 
legs to accommodate me while I nuzzled her pussy.

I knew I wouldn't have long, so I concentrated on her clit. I 
parted her lips with my tongue and teased the pearl of nerves. 
She flinched once, but then held steady. I put my mouth against 
her mons and started gently sucking her clit. When I felt my air 
running out, I pursed my lips and started blowing little bubbles 
against her pussy. The urge to take a breath finally became 
overwhelming, so I surfaced.

Gina had her eyes closed and looked like she was ready to pass 
out. I pressed myself against her body and trailed my hand down 
her smooth stomach, through the sparse strip of her pubic hair. 
When I encountered her labia, I gently pushed a finger against 
her slit.

She was so hot and wet that it easily slid inside her. Instead of 
stopping, I pushed my fingertip deeper inside her. She gasped 
when my palm pressed against her mons and rubbed the base of her 
clit.

"If you're a good girl," I said quietly, "We can slip away after 
lunch."

She whimpered.

"Would you like that?"

A nod.

I crooked my fingertip up and pressed against her inner spot. She 
shuddered and started to go limp. I put my hand on the raft to 
support us both, holding her in place with my hand between her 
legs and taking advantage of our natural buoyancy. When I pressed 
myself against her and moved my finger within her pussy, she 
moaned softly.

"I just wanted to give you a preview of what you're going to get 
later," I said softly, "Now let's get on the raft and relax."

She nodded wordlessly.

"And for after lunch, think about how much you're going to enjoy 
it when I come in your mouth."

She shuddered involuntarily and I smiled to myself.

"Okay?"

She nodded again and I slowly withdrew my finger from her molten 
depths. The contrast between her pussy and the water was sharp, 
and I missed her heat as soon as I left it. With a gentle nudge, 
I boosted her onto the raft and then climbed up beside her.

She was panting slightly, and her eyes were glued to my semi-
erect cock. I bent to kiss her on the cheek. Since our families 
could see us, I didn't want to go tonsil-diving.

"I love you," I said softly, our cheeks still touching.

"I love you too."

"And I can't wait to shove my thick, hard dick into you."

"It better be soon," she said breathlessly.

"It will be."

"Oh, God. I can't wait."

"Mmm hmm," I said. "Me either."

She looked up at me and smiled. Her gaze dropped to my tumescent 
member and she licked her lips. "You meant what you said about 
after lunch?"

"Yep."

Her eyes locked onto mine and she smiled in anticipation.

"If you're a good girl," I said impishly.

"Oh, I'll be a good girl. I'll be a very, _very_ good girl."

"I know. Now," I said, "let's relax and enjoy the sun."

-----

After lunch, we hung around the clubhouse for a while. When both 
of our families went down to the lake, Gina and I inconspicuously 
headed up to my family's cabin. The screen door had barely 
slammed behind us before she was all over me.

Without even waiting for her to ask, I sat on the couch and 
spread my legs. I pulled her down and she knelt between my feet. 
My erection jutted toward her and she eyed it hungrily.

When she swallowed half my length, I put my hand on the back of 
her head. She bobbed up and down rapidly, running her lips and 
tongue over my length. Because she was in a hurry, she scraped my 
dick a few times with her teeth, but I still came quickly. When I 
did, she hungrily sucked down my seed, making happy noises with 
each powerful spurt.

Before she even had time to catch her breath, I pulled her up and 
had her lie on the couch. I kissed my way up her thighs, gently 
spread her legs, and pressed my lips against her pussy. She was 
super wet, and as soon as my tongue touched her slit, she started 
bucking her hips. The moment I stuck my finger inside her, she 
came like gangbusters. When she cried out in the throes of her 
orgasm, I was worried about people down the hill hearing us.

As she shuddered and quaked with the aftereffects of her climax, 
I crawled up her body, kissing as I went. She wrapped her legs 
around my waist and we kissed passionately. We continued kissing 
for a while, our tongues dancing against one another.

My erection never really subsided, and I soon pulled her upright. 
I sat on the right end of the couch and let her stretch out along 
its length, with her head in my lap. While I explored her body 
with my left hand, she slowly sucked me off. She really took her 
time, working my cock into her mouth and gently tonguing my 
length. It took me a long time to come, but we both enjoyed it 
immensely.

After that, we simply relaxed for a little while. Her head was 
still in my lap and she was enjoying herself by tonguing and 
gently sucking my limp member. When she wasn't teasing me, we 
talked about stuff, mostly things about the next day. She wanted 
to know where I planned to take her, but I told her it was a 
surprise.

I wanted to leave right after breakfast, but we still needed to 
get our parents' permission. If everything went according to 
plan, I would borrow my family's car, Gina would pack us a picnic 
lunch, and we wouldn't have to be back until after dinner. If 
everything went according to plan, that is.

While we talked, Gina didn't pay much attention to my penis, and 
that was fine by me. After coming twice, I needed a little time 
to recycle. But when the conversation slowed, she got this gleam 
in her eye and started sucking me in earnest. I played with her 
nipples, gently tugging and twisting them as she sucked my shaft.

She started working harder, but I could tell that something was 
wrong. She looked like she was trying to enjoy herself, but she 
was trying awfully hard. After a minute, I gently pushed her back 
and pulled my dick from her mouth.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"I'm fine," she said with forced equanimity.

"You don't look like you're fine."

Her eyes began to tear up. "I'm so sorry. It's just..."

I suddenly had a flash of insight. "Your jaw is tired?"

She nodded, sniffling. "How'd you know?"

"Just a lucky guess."

"I still want to make you come," she said sincerely. "I can do 
it."

"Why?" I asked with a laugh, trying to lighten the mood. When she 
looked even more distraught, I quickly explained. "I mean, it's 
s'posed to be fun, right? Why do it if you're not enjoying it?"

"I want to make you happy."

"You already have," I said gently. "Many times. You make me happy 
just being here with me."

"_And_ I want to taste you," she added, a little guiltily.

"In that case," I suggested, "why don't I just jerk off? When I 
come, I can shoot in your mouth."

Her eyes lit up.

"Would you like that?"

"Mmm hmm!"

My erection was still slick with her saliva when I wrapped my 
fingers around it. Her eyes widened as she watched me stroke 
myself. In a few minutes, I was ready to come. She locked her 
lips around the crown of my cock and I shot into her mouth. 
Humming merrily to herself, she swallowed every drop.

Afterward, she sat up and tucked her feet underneath her. When I 
put my arm around her, she snuggled close. We were simply 
relaxing and enjoying the companionable silence when we heard 
voices coming up the path. We looked at each other and quickly 
made sure we were composed. Neither of us wanted anyone to see 
the telltale signs of our afternoon tryst.

I listened intently, trying to discern who was approaching. After 
a few moments, I decided it was our moms. When they came up the 
cabin stairs, they saw our heads through the screened windows.

"_There_ you two are," Elizabeth said.

Gina and I both looked over our shoulders.

"Sorry, Mom," Gina said. "We came up here after lunch."

"Yeah," I added. "We've just been hanging out and talking."

"That's fine," Mom said as the two of them entered the cabin.

I stood, but both women gestured for me to sit back down. I 
decided to remain standing. I wanted to ask them if Gina and I 
could go on our picnic the next day, but I found that I was a 
little too nervous to speak. It was clear that Gina was looking 
to me to start the conversation, though, so I quelled my fears 
and cleared my throat.

Mom and Elizabeth looked at me.

"Um..." I gathered my nerve and looked up. Both of them met my gaze 
when I looked at them, coolly waiting for me to continue. "Gina 
and I wanted to go on a picnic tomorrow," I said. "Just the two 
of us."

They nodded.

"It you say it's okay, that is."

Mom gestured for me to sit, but I waited until she and Elizabeth 
seated themselves in the easy chairs before doing so.

Elizabeth deferred to Mom, who looked at me.

"Okay," she said. "Tell us about your plans."

"Well." I shifted nervously, suddenly uncomfortable under the 
scrutiny of the two women. Did they know why we wanted to go? Of 
course they knew. But would they still let us go? What if they 
said no? What if...?

"Just relax, Paul," Mom said softly.

I took a deep breath. I calmed down immensely when Gina reached 
out, twined her fingers through mine, and squeezed my hand 
reassuringly. "Okay," I said. "Sorry." When Mom and Elizabeth 
both smiled knowingly, I relaxed a little more. _I guess this 
isn't an interrogation after all,_ I thought.

"Where did you want to go?" Elizabeth asked.

Gina looked at me expectantly.

"Well, Susan knows where it is."

"And?" Mom prompted.

"We'll have to drive to get there," I said. "If that's okay."

"We'll talk about it."

I nodded. "It's this place that's still on camp property, about 
ten minutes past the gate."

It was clear that both of them expected more information.

"Um... I don't wanna say too much," I said, "because I kinda want 
it to be a surprise for Gina. But if you want more information, I 
can tell you about it later, or you can ask Susan."

"Okay," Elizabeth said. "We can do that."

"When did you want to go?" Mom asked.

"Maybe we can leave after breakfast?" I asked.

"And I can pack a picnic lunch," Gina added.

Both women nodded.

"How long would you be gone?" Mom asked.

"Until... um... well..."

"We hadn't really figured that part out yet," Gina said.

"That's okay," said Elizabeth.

She and Mom shared a meaningful look that I didn't fully 
understand. Then we sat in an awkward silence for a few moments.

 "Why don't we let Elizabeth and Gina head on up to their cabin," 
mom said to me. "Okay?"

"Um... I guess," I said.

At that point, we all stood.

Gina gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and then she and her 
mother were out the door. It all happened so fast that I didn't 
really know what to think.

"Let's sit back down," Mom suggested.

I nodded mutely and sat.

"You and I need to talk privately," she explained. "And Gina and 
her mom need to talk as well."

"Oh." I pondered that for a second. "Why couldn't we talk 
together?"

She looked at me seriously for a moment or two.

I tried not to squirm.

"Well," she said at last, "you're old enough to understand this."

"Understand what?"

"Sometimes, especially at your age, you might _think_ you want to 
do something when you don't. Not really. It's because of peer 
pressure."

"You think I'm putting pressure on her?" I asked. I tried not to 
sound angry, but I don't know how successful I was.

"No," she said quickly. "Not at all. But... well..."

"What?"

She smiled apologetically. "I'll let you in on a little secret. A 
'parent secret.'"

I waited.

"Sometimes, when you were younger, I could tell you didn't want 
to do something, but you asked anyway. You asked because you were 
embarrassed to tell your friends you didn't want to do whatever 
it was."

"Like when?"

"Oh," she said, "I can't think of any specific time, but you know 
what I'm talking about."

I thought about it for a moment. In hindsight, I guess I _did_ 
know what she was talking about. When I looked up and nodded, she 
continued.

"Most of those times, do you remember that I wouldn't let you do 
whatever it was you were asking about?"

As I thought about it, realization slowly dawned. She was right!

She smiled. "You see, I _knew_ you didn't want to do whatever, 
but peer pressure made you ask anyway."

"Yeah."

"So I said no."

"Why?"

"So you wouldn't be embarrassed in front of your friends, but you 
wouldn't have to do whatever it was. You could blame it on your 
mom, and you still looked good in front of your friends."

"Really?"

"Mmm hmm. Peer pressure can be tough," she said. "I understand 
that. And I've tried to protect you whenever I could."

"Thanks." Up until that moment, I wasn't sure I even needed 
protecting. But the more I thought about it, the more I 
appreciated it. "But what's this have to do with Gina and me?" I 
asked, a little perplexed.

"Well, she may tell you she's ready, but be too scared to tell 
you the truth."

I shook my head. _She's ready all right,_ I thought.

"You may be right, but she and her mom needed to talk privately, 
so Elizabeth can make sure Gina's making this decision for the 
right reasons."

"She is," I said with certainty. I thought back to the night 
before, and how much willpower it had taken me to _not_ have sex 
with her.

"You're probably right," Mom said. "But we still want to be 
sure."

"We?"

"Mmm hmm. Me too." She looked at me seriously. "Paul, never in a 
million years do I think you'd have sex with a woman against her 
will."

I shook my head quickly.

"But sometimes, teenage girls don't really know what they want. 
They sometimes do what they think will make someone else happy."

"Yeah, that makes sense. Guys are probably like that too."

"Sometimes," she said. "Usually less often, but you're right."

"So," I said. "Gina and her mom are talking about whether or not 
she's really ready?"

She nodded. "And they couldn't do that in front of the two of 
us."

"Yeah. I think I understand."

She paused for a moment. "Are _you_ ready to have sex with 
_her?_"

_Of course. What kind of question is that?_

"I'm not just talking about the physical aspects. I know you're 
ready for that." She grinned at me wryly.

Once again, my face and ears heated up.

"But there's a lot of emotion involved in a girl's first time."

"Tell me about it," I said ruefully, thinking back to Amy.

Mom smiled gently. "You and Gina also need to decide what kind of 
relationship you want to have. You need to talk about things, 
about the other women in your life," she said. "And you need to 
talk about what happens after the summer."

I reluctantly nodded.

"You and Gina need to work those things out. _Together_."

"Yeah."

"And tomorrow would be a good time to talk about some of them." 
She paused for a moment to let that sink in. "_After_ you and 
she... um... explore a little bit."

I decided to ignore her pointed comment, for the moment. "So 
you're saying you'll let us go?"

"Oh, I'll have to talk to your dad," she said.

"And you'll let me take the car?"

She smiled. "Probably. But your dad and I will still have to talk 
about it."

"Yeah."

"And we'll talk to Gina's parents too. After she and Elizabeth 
have a talk."

"Okay."

"But don't worry. If Gina's really ready, I don't see any 
problems with your plan."

"Thanks, Mom."

"Despite the fact that you two snuck off today and seem to have 
had an afternoon of fun."  She looked pointedly at my shiny red 
penis. Even though it was limp, it was still easy to tell that 
Gina and I had been fooling around.

I didn't even try not to blush as I hung my head. "Sorry, Mom."

"It's okay, Paul. You just need to tell us when you go off by 
yourselves."

"Okay. Next time I will."

"I know, honey. Your dad and I just want to make sure you're 
happy and safe."

I nodded.

"Now," she said cheerfully. "Why don't you jump in the shower, 
and I'll go talk to your dad."

I nearly bounced out of my seat. Mom was a little surprised when 
I hugged her tight. She was a lot surprised when I easily lifted 
her off the floor.

"Oh, Paul," she said. "Put me down. I'm old and frail."

"You're not old," I said, setting her feet on the floor. "And 
you're not frail."

"Thank you, but--"

"You're about the coolest mom in the world, though," I said in a 
rush. Before she could react, I kissed her on the cheek and 
headed for the shower.

-----

Gina's family had dinner with ours that night. Susan joined us as 
well, and we all had a good time. It was almost like we were 
celebrating. After dinner, I even helped Gina with the dishes--it 
seemed only fair. She washed while I dried. When we finished 
cleaning up, all four of our parents were waiting for us. Kara 
and the younger girls were nowhere in sight.

"I understand you want to borrow the car tomorrow, son," Dad 
said. He looked like he was trying not to grin.

"If it's okay with you and Mom," I said.

He looked at Mom and raised his eyebrows. She nodded slightly and 
then he looked back at me. "I think that would be okay."

Even though I knew Mom had already told him what we wanted to do-
-and Gina's parents almost certainly knew as well--we still went 
through this weird ritual.

I didn't exactly brace to attention, but I _did_ stand a little 
taller. "Mr. and Mrs. Coulter," I said, almost formally, "Gina 
and I would like to go on a picnic tomorrow."

They nodded and looked at their daughter.

She grabbed my hand, squeezed, and nodded decisively.

"When did you want to leave?" Chris asked.

"After breakfast," I said. "Midmorning."

"And what time to you plan on being back?"

"Um... well..."

"You still have a ten o'clock curfew," Dad said.

_Ten o'clock?! Of course I still had a ten o'clock curfew, did he 
think I'd forgotten? Why would he even mention... Oh,_ I thought. 
_I get it._  "We'll be back by ten o'clock," I said seriously. 
"If that's okay," I hastily added.

Elizabeth looked at her daughter. "You'll have to fix lunch and 
dinner to take with you," she said. "Do you want any help?"

Gina quickly looked at me in surprise and then nodded to her mom.

"I'll help too," Mom said. "If you want."

"Yes, thank you," Gina said. "I'd appreciate that."

By then, our parents were all grinning at each other. I was still 
incredibly nervous, and I could tell that Gina was too.

Chris looked at his wife and they both smiled. Then he turned to 
me. "If it's all right with your parents," he said, "then it's 
all right with us." He looked at Mom and Dad.

As one, Gina's and my eyes swung to my parents.

When they nodded simultaneously, I felt like jumping for joy. 
Gina squeezed my hand and then looked at me with eyes full of 
anticipation and desire.

I surreptitiously looked at my watch. I was pretty sure I'd be 
counting the seconds until we drove out of camp.

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

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