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Subject: {ASSM} "Summer Camp - Book 2" by Nick Scipio - Ch 18 (mf, ff, Ff, teen, oral, inc, voy, exhib)
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Author: Nick Scipio
Title: Summer Camp - Book 2: Gina
Part: Chapter 18
Universe: Summer Camp
Summary: Coming-of-age story about a teenager whose family spends 
their summer vacations at a nudist camp.
Keywords: mf, ff, Ff, teen, oral, inc, voy, exhib
Revision: 1.02
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This piece of fiction is intended as ADULT entertainment. It 
contains material of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. If you 
are offended by sexually explicit content or language, please DO 
NOT read any further.

All characters in this story are fictitious; any similarity to 
any persons, places, individuals or situations is purely 
coincidental. The author does not necessarily condone or endorse 
any of the activities described in this story.

This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without 
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Summer Camp - Book 2: Gina
by Nick Scipio

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Saturday morning, Gina and I were both up early. She came down 
the hill from her cabin and watched as I did a light workout. 
When I finished jumping rope, she was grinning at me.

"What?" I asked a little self-consciously.

"You look so... um... manly when you work out."

"I _am_ manly." I struck a body-builder's pose and flexed my 
pecs, lats, and traps.

Gina cooed appreciatively. "Pretty manly," she said. "But it's 
hard to tell _how_ manly with those shorts on."

I arched an eyebrow at her.

She leered unrepentantly.

I slipped off my shorts and playfully waved my limp penis at her. 
"Manly enough for you?"

"Anybody can wave that silly thing around," she said saucily. 
"Only a _real_ man knows how to use it."

"Oh?"

Her eyes glittered mischievously as she nodded.

"Okay. Let's go down to the lake," I suggested. "I wanna cool 
off."

Her face fell.

"And I wanna maybe heat up a few strategic body parts." When she 
looked up in anticipation, I grinned from ear to ear. "I don't 
know which body parts, but I'm sure we can work something out."

"Or work something _in_," she said.

Since it was still quite early, no one was at the lake. After my 
workout, the water was shockingly cold. Gina and I swam around 
for a few minutes and then towed the raft toward the shallow end. 
When we could stand with most of our bodies out of the water, we 
used the raft as a shield in case anyone came down the hill and 
saw us.

She sucked me until I was hard and then I had her bend over and 
support herself on the raft. If anyone saw us, they'd only see us 
from the chest up. The water came to our thighs, so I took a 
moment to admire the lines of her back and the curves of her 
outthrust ass.

"I'm still a little sore back there," she said. "So be careful."

I stopped and looked at her in concern.

"Just my... um... just my butt."

"Are you sure?"

She nodded quickly. "Everything else is warmed up and ready to 
go. Feel for yourself."

I gently probed between her legs and discovered that her pussy 
was hot and wet, as promised. I smiled at her and gently eased my 
manhood inside her. She was still incredibly snug, so I took my 
time.

She groaned as my girth spread her open.

"Oh, God," I said, clenching my eyes shut. "You're so tight."

"It's 'cause you're so big," she said, panting slightly. "But I 
love it."

I knew I wasn't _big_, but she seemed more than happy with my 
size, especially my thickness. We moved against each other for 
several long, delicious minutes. I played with her breasts and 
lazily rubbed her clit while I thrust into her. She must have 
really been worked up, because she came a lot quicker than I 
expected. It was probably a combination of my cock hitting her 
inner spot and my fingers on her clit.

_Note to self: Remember this position, she likes it._

Whatever it was, her pussy clamped down on my dick and she 
shuddered in release. I buried myself inside her and rubbed her 
shoulders and back as she panted from the exertions of her 
climax. When she recovered enough to move again, she turned her 
head and looked at me hungrily.

Without saying a word, she pulled away from me, turned, and 
crouched in the water. Her lips fastened themselves to my cock 
and she began bobbing her head in front of me. When I was about 
to come, she wrapped her hand around the base and started pumping 
me. As I spurted, she greedily swallowed my semen, milking my 
cock for all I could give her.

-----

After an early breakfast, Gina and Jenny made lunch for our hike 
to the quarry. Manfred and I went to pack our gear. We went to my 
cabin first and gathered up what we'd need. At his family's room, 
he hauled out a large aluminum-framed backpack and then the two 
of us started packing our stuff. The inflatable rafts were 
actually kind of heavy, and I didn't look forward to carrying 
mine up there and then back again. But it would be worth it. I 
was sure of that.

While we were packing, I remembered to thank Manfred for his idea 
to buy the raft. He grinned lecherously and we carried our packs 
down to the clubhouse. The girls had prepared sandwiches, potato 
chips, pickle spears, and fruit cocktail. Once we had all the 
food packed in Manfred's larger pack, we put the Cokes in mine, 
added the girls' towels, and shouldered our loads. Our parents 
knew about the hike, so we didn't even need to tell anyone where 
we were going before setting out.

Gina started falling back about a half-hour into the hike. 
Manfred was getting annoyed, and _I_ was getting annoyed at him 
because of it. I hung back with Gina for a few moments and talked 
to her quietly. She was pretty distraught, and it took me a few 
minutes to worm the cause out of her.

She was still a little sore. "Back there," she said softly, 
rolling her eyes to indicate her rear.

I could tell she was worried about slowing us down, but I put my 
arm around her reassuringly and then called out to Manfred.

"What?" he asked in exasperation.

I slipped my pack off and motioned for him to come back down the 
hill. I met him halfway.

"What's _her_ problem?" he asked.

"It's not her problem, Manfred," I said tightly. "I've got a leg 
cramp, and I'm gonna slow up for a while."

"You do _not_. She's been hanging back ever since we left."

I frowned.

"What? I just wanna get there," he said. "_Today._"

I wanted to hit him. Instead, I took a deep breath, pasted on my 
most reasonable expression, and actually tried to smile. "We 
will. We're just gonna hang back for now."

"But--"

"You and Jenny go on. We'll catch up with you."

"But you've got Jenny's towel and the suntan oil," he said.

"Manfred!" I made sure I had his undivided attention before I 
continued. When I did, I used my dad's I'm-giving-an-order-and-I-
expect-to-be-obeyed voice. "You and Jenny go on ahead. We'll get 
there when we get there. Okay?"

One look at my expression and he turned sheepish. "Yeah. Sorry," 
he said contritely.

"No problem, man. Besides," I said, "this way, you two'll have 
some privacy before we get there."

His eyes lit up. "Yeah!"

I smiled. "We'll probably be about a half-hour to forty-five 
minutes behind you."

"Okay," he said, warming to the idea. "Cool."

He turned and headed back up the hill. He and Jenny waved to us 
and then started moving again.

"What was _that_ about?" Gina asked when I returned to her.

"I was ready to beat Manfred within an inch of his life," I said 
disgustedly.

"You can go on, if you want."

I shook my head irritably. When I saw her expression, I softened 
mine considerably. "I'm sorry, honey. I'm not mad at you. Not at 
all."

"I was kinda worried," she said.

"Nope. I'm frustrated at that horny blockhead," I said, pointing 
my thumb over my shoulder. Then I changed my demeanor entirely. I 
stepped close to her and pulled her into my arms. "I'm in love 
with you." I paused for a moment and then scowled while I looked 
up the hill, growling for effect. "See? That's frustrated." Then 
I kissed her tenderly. "And _that_ is 'in love.'"

She giggled.

I scowled. "Frustrated." I smiled and kissed her again. "In 
love."

She sighed and leaned against me, her eyes glittering with 
suppressed laughter.

"Can you tell the difference?" I asked teasingly.

"Yes, my wonderful man. I can tell the difference." She sounded a 
little sarcastic, but she also sounded very grateful.

-----

Gina and I took our own sweet time for the rest of the hike. We 
stopped and rested several times, whenever she felt like it. I 
didn't complain once, and I made sure to keep my expression 
supportive.

We approached the lip of the quarry about a half-hour after 
Manfred and Jenny should have gotten there. When we arrived, we 
were greeted by an unexpected sight. _Well,_ I thought wryly, 
_knowing Manfred and Jenny, it wasn't_ totally _unexpected._

The two of them were on the big flattop rock. Jenny was on her 
knees and Manfred was standing before her, his hands on his hips. 
Jenny was sucking his dick and he was clearly enjoying himself. 
When Gina saw them, she abruptly stopped walking and then looked 
at me. I slipped my pack off my shoulders and stepped behind her.

I cradled her in my arms and bent to whisper in her ear. "You 
_do_ like to watch, don't you?"

She nodded wordlessly.

"It gets you all hot and wet when you see other people having 
sex. Doesn't it?"

Another nod.

"You're so beautiful when you're horny," I said. "Do you know how 
hard I had to work _not_ to have sex with you when we were 
watching our parents?"

"You shouldn't've worked so hard," she said distractedly.

I smiled to myself and reached for her pussy.

She was already soaking wet.

"I'm not working so hard now," I said.

She whimpered and leaned against me.

While we watched Jenny give Manfred a blowjob, I played with 
Gina's pussy. I moved my fingers in lazy circles over her clit, 
teasing her. My hard-on pressed against her ass and she thrust 
back against me.

On the rocks, Jenny pulled Manfred's long, thin dick from her 
mouth and started pumping him. She aimed his shaft at her chest 
and stroked.

"What a waste," Gina said wistfully.

For a split second, I had visions of Gina sucking Manfred and 
swallowing his come. I didn't know why the thought occurred to 
me, but more importantly, I didn't really know how I felt about 
the idea.

"If I were her," Gina said, as if reading my mind, "I'd swallow."

How _did_ I feel about the idea of seeing Gina with another guy? 
In a way, it made me incredibly jealous. But in a way, it also 
made me incredibly horny. If I could separate love and sex for 
myself, why couldn't I separate love and sex where _she_ was 
concerned? Could I? Could I watch her have sex with another guy, 
yet still _know_ she loved me?

I simply didn't know the answer to that question. I didn't want 
to think I'd be jealous, but I had a visceral reaction to the 
idea of someone else having sex with her. But was my visceral 
reaction resentment or desire? _Probably a little of both,_ I 
reluctantly admitted to myself.

Gina was a very beautiful girl, and the idea of sharing her 
beauty with another guy kind of appealed to me. I could only 
share if I knew she was totally committed to me, though. Did I 
know that? _Was_ she totally committed to me? What would _she_ 
think about having sex with another guy? Would she want to watch 
me have sex with another woman?

_No wonder my parents had a solid relationship,_ I thought.

A low moan from Gina interrupted my musing. Manfred had just come 
on Jenny's chest and Gina was grinding her ass against my 
erection. In a flash, she turned and dropped to her knees in 
front of me. While she licked and sucked the head of my dick, I 
stroked myself. In a few short minutes, I was shooting into her 
willing mouth, my come gushing down her throat.

-----

After Gina and I waited around a few minutes, we noisily 
"arrived." Then Manfred and I inflated the rafts while the girls 
stored lunch in the shade and sank the Cokes into the cold water 
of the lake.

We went for a quick swim to cool off and then climbed back atop 
the big rock. Manfred toweled off quickly and let Jenny spread 
sunblock over his shoulders and back. Even after a week, he was 
still pale enough to need it. He didn't have to wear a t-shirt as 
well, but he'd be lobster-pink without the sunblock.

Much to my surprise, Gina wanted to hang out with Jenny for a 
while. They climbed onto one of the queen-sized rafts and then 
Manfred and I watched them paddle toward the center of the lake.

"You wanna get on the other raft?" Manfred asked.

"Together?" I asked. I hope I didn't look as shocked as I felt.

"No way, man. Too weird."

"Yeah," I said. "Too weird."

We looked at each other with the "_I'm_ not a fag" expression all 
guys know how to make. Finally, we grinned at each other and the 
tension was broken.

"You go ahead," I said.

"You sure?"

"Yeah. I'm just gonna do some reading."

"Suit yourself," Manfred said. He climbed down the rock, 
carefully crawled onto the raft, then pushed himself away from 
the rocks.

I dug into my pack and pulled out a book. Gina had decided to 
broaden my horizons and had packed not only her book, but one for 
me. _My_ collection of summer reading--Heinlein, Poul Anderson, 
H. Beam Piper, and others--had been left at the cabin. Instead, I 
had a new bookmark (with my name on it, courtesy of Gina) and a 
copy of some book by a woman named, of all things, Flannery. 
_What kind of name is "Flannery"?_ I thought. Nevertheless, I 
flipped open my copy of _A Good Man Is Hard to Find_ and started 
reading.

What seemed like five minutes later, I was halfway through the 
book. Funny name or not, Flannery O'Connor could _write_. No, 
that doesn't do her justice. She could _write!_ W-r-i-t-e, write! 
I was blown away by her stories. They were about the South, and 
her characters were so real that I felt like I knew them. And the 
dialog fairly _sang_. I was so engrossed that I didn't even 
notice when Gina, Jenny, and Manfred returned.

Manfred teased me about being a bookworm but I just shrugged it 
off. Gina's eyes shone with pride and she assumed a good-natured 
"I told you so" attitude when she realized how much I'd read. She 
never said anything about my penchant for science fiction, but I 
could tell she thought there was more to literature than space 
ships and robots. Boy, was she right!

Once Manfred and the girls were back on the rock, we ate lunch 
and generally acted like teenagers, talking about music, school, 
movies, TV shows, and anything else that suited our fancy. After 
we ate, Manfred and Jenny wanted to hike to the top of the falls. 
They rolled up one of the blankets and headed out. Gina and I 
relaxed on the sun-heated rock for a while, simply enjoying each 
other's company.

"What did you and Jenny talk about?" I asked after a while.

"Girl stuff. Nothing much. Why?"

"I was just curious. What kind of girl stuff?"

"_Girl_ stuff, silly."

"I know about girl stuff," I said. To prove my point, I rolled 
over and put my hand on her inner thigh. I ran my fingers up her 
smooth skin and brushed against her mons. "See? I know all kinds 
of girl stuff." When she still didn't say anything, I pressed 
against the base of her clit.

"Oh!" she breathed. "No fair."

"Are you gonna tell me?" I asked, rubbing my fingers in small 
circles.

"No."

"Yes." I quickly licked my finger and then slid it along her 
slit.

"No fair," she groaned.

"Well?"

Her lips went taut and she shook her head.

"Don't make me force it out of you," I said playfully.

"I'll never talk." Her pussy was growing moist as I gently ran my 
fingers over her channel.

"Then I'll just have to convince you," I said.

I started kissing down her body, taking my time and pressing my 
lips against her soft skin. She smelled of cocoa butter, and as I 
neared the junction of her thighs, the musk of her excitement 
mingled with the scent of suntan lotion. When I lifted her legs 
and draped them over my shoulders, she moaned. I settled onto the 
blanket on my stomach and started kissing her inner thighs.

She ran her fingers through my hair while I teased her for 
several minutes. While I gently kissed and licked her outer 
labia, they became plump as she grew more aroused. When I finally 
nuzzled her pussy, she hissed and arched her back. I sucked her 
inner labia into my mouth and teased her with flicks of my 
tongue. Then I licked between her inner and outer lips, causing 
her to shudder and cry out softly.

I continued licking her for a while, taking my time and building 
up her desire slowly. Each time she got close to coming, I backed 
off and teased her for a minute or two, until she cooled off. Her 
juices covered my lips and cheeks, and I was thoroughly enjoying 
myself. Judging by the way Gina was trembling and crying out, she 
was completely overwhelmed by the pleasure I was giving her.

I was having fun, taking my time, and exploring all her 
reactions, but it was clear that she was ready to come. She was 
rhythmically humping her hips against my face and begging me to 
get her off.

I let her beg for a little while and then gently inserted a pair 
of fingers into her drenched pussy. When I started sawing them in 
and out, she went nuts. I held her down with one hand and the 
strength of my neck. Then I locked my lips around her clit and 
started licking her in ever-tightening circles. At the same time, 
I crooked my fingers against her inner spot and started sucking 
her clit.

Her pussy started spasming around my fingers and she clutched at 
my hair. When I twirled my tongue around her clit and sucked, she 
cried out in ecstasy. I kept that up until her hips slammed into 
my face, pressing my lips against her mons and burying my nose in 
her pubic hair. Then I sucked her clit and gently rotated my 
fingertips.

With a rush, she began to come. It started out small, but quickly 
grew in intensity. Since I'd kept her on the edge for so long, 
her climax was more powerful than I'd ever experienced. She 
shrieked and held my head in place. I kept moving my fingers and 
circling her sensitive pearl with my tongue. It disappeared 
abruptly and a gush of moisture washed over my fingers.

I continued licking and sucking her inner labia as the orgasmic 
sensations suffused her body. She cried out in ecstasy and her 
hips bucked into my face again. Her cries were so loud that I 
actually heard them echo off the quarry walls. Then all of a 
sudden, her legs snapped shut and she tried to sit up. I pulled 
my head from between her thighs and withdrew my fingers from her 
sodden pussy. She immediately rolled to the side and curled into 
a ball, her knees drawn to her chest.

Her pussy and the skin surrounding it glistened with moisture. 
She was trembling with the aftereffects of her orgasm as I 
crawled up and lay behind her. She mewled softly when I put my 
arm under her head and wrapped the other one around her 
midsection. I hugged her to my chest and she planted kisses on my 
forearm.

As her breathing slowly returned to normal, she quivered and 
gently shook, her senses overloaded with aftershocks. I hugged 
her again and tenderly kissed her shoulder.

"That was w-w-wonderful," she said softly, stammering slightly as 
the sensations made her breathing ragged.

Instead of answering, I kissed along her neck.

"I can still f-f-feel it. Oh, God."

"Good," I said. "I like making you feel good."

"This isn't g-g-good. Good was a w-w-while ago," she said. "This 
is... oh, God... this is... magnificent. Y-y-you're magnificent."

"Mmmmm. Thank you. I'm inspired."

After that, we dozed comfortably, spooned together and in our own 
little world. We didn't nap long, since we were exposed to the 
hot afternoon sun, but it was a wonderful, languid, intimate 
time.

Manfred and Jenny came back down a little while later. Manfred 
grinned hesitantly, but Jenny's eyes were alight with curiosity. 
She couldn't wait to take Gina aside for more "girl talk." I 
think I was beginning to understand what a lot of "girl talk" 
consisted of.

They made an excuse about having to go potty, took some paper 
napkins, and disappeared toward the tree line. Manfred hung his 
head for a moment, clearly nervous. When he looked up, he smiled 
self-consciously.

"Dude... um... I didn't mean to spy or anything...," he said.

I grinned to myself. I suspected he and Jenny had been doing just 
that. I know Gina and I had watched the two of them before.

"But... um... well... I couldn't help but overhear. And we just wanted
to make sure everything was okay. You know?" He looked up, his 
eyes beseeching me to understand.

Evil friend that I was, I wanted to let him twist a little. I 
guess it was a bit of harmless payback for his getting frustrated 
with Gina during the hike up.

"Well... um... we kinda... you know... we kinda saw y'all," he said.

"Saw us?" I stifled a wicked chuckle.

"Yeah, man. When you two were... you know."

I shook my head.

He made a few weird motions with his hands.

I got the idea, but I was having fun teasing him, so I gave him a 
blank look.

"_You know._ When you two were... you know." He drew himself up to 
his full height and looked apologetic. "And we did _not_ mean to 
see it."

_Right,_ I thought sarcastically.

"But we kinda saw when you were... well... when you and Gina were... 
um..." He took a deep breath and exhaled so hard I thought he might 
pass out.

"You mean when Gina and I were fooling around?"

He blushed furiously but nodded. "We kinda saw that."

"Oh," I said. I waved my hand dismissively. "That's okay. I mean, 
we're all friends. Right?"

"Yeah, sure." He leaned close, his face intent.

I almost laughed at his interested expression.

"I'd just never seen it done that way before," he said 
judiciously, his curiosity finally conquering his embarrassment. 
"I mean," he said hastily, "Jenny was kinda curious. She... um... she 
said she thought... um... what y'all were doing... you know... she 
thought it looked pretty cool."

I nodded. I had a growing suspicion he had no _idea_ what Gina 
and I had been doing, and I knew he wouldn't come right out and 
_ask_ me. With a shock, I thought back through the number of 
times I'd witnessed Manfred and Jenny fooling around. Not once 
had I seen him go down on her. Finally, I decided I'd probably 
teased him enough, so I let him off the hook. "Yeah," I said. "It 
_is_ pretty cool."

He looked at me earnestly, hoping for some enlightenment.

I fought down the urge to smile and nodded thoughtfully. "Well," 
I said, "I was just going down on her."

He furrowed his brow in confusion and then he hastily nodded 
like he knew what I was talking about.

"You know, licking her pussy." Under normal circumstances, I'd 
never brag like that. But not only had Manfred seen us, I figured 
I was doing a favor for _Jenny_ too.

"Oh, yeah," he said. "I knew that."

"Yeah, of course."

"So," he asked, "how do _you_ like to do it?"

I tried not to grin, but I just couldn't help myself, although I 
quickly got my expression back under control. For the next ten 
minutes, I performed a delicate conversational dance. I acted 
like we were discussing something we _both_ understood and 
proceeded to give him some excellent pointers about pleasing 
Jenny.

The whole time, he kept up his end of the farce, nodding like he 
knew what I was talking about. A couple of times, he even said 
something like, "Yeah, that's how _I_ like to do it too." It was 
all I could do not to laugh out loud when he did. Fortunately, I 
kept my expression well schooled and Manfred made it through the 
conversation with his masculine pride intact.

When the girls returned from the woods, Jenny's eyes locked on 
Manfred and positively smoldered. Gina tactfully suggested that 
she and I do some sunbathing on our raft, and I agreed. It took 
me three tries before I got Manfred's attention, and when I told 
him we were going to float for a while, he nodded distractedly.

"What did _you_ two talk about?" Gina asked when we were safely 
out of earshot of the rocks.

"Probably the same thing you did."

She actually blushed. "Yeah, I guess I was a little loud. Sorry."

"No need to apologize," I said. I waved a hand at our 
surroundings. "We're out here in the middle of nowhere."

She nodded.

"And besides, Manfred and Jenny are here for the same reasons we 
are."

She nodded again, enthusiastically this time.

"So they're cool."

"Yeah," she said. "I guess you're right. I guess it just kinda 
feels weird having someone watch _me_ for a change."

I grinned and nodded. "Did you like it?"

She nodded, blushing slightly. "Yeah. I guess I did." She paused 
for a moment and then looked at me seriously. "Paul?"

"Mmm hmm?"

"Have you ever been with two girls at once?"

I was a little nervous about where the question was leading, but 
nodded anyway.

"What was it like?"

I began to panic. If I told her I liked it, I was worried that 
she might get upset or worse, angry. Then I realized that she was 
far from upset, she was actually a little excited. "It's kinda 
fun," I said.

Her eyes lit up. "Tell me about it." She put her hand on mine. 
"Please."

My ingrained mental "don't talk about the girls you've been with 
in the past, _especially_ with your current girlfriend" safeguard 
kicked in for an instant, but I quickly realized that Gina wasn't 
exactly an ordinary girlfriend.

"If you don't wanna tell me, that's okay," she said, a little 
crestfallen.

"No, that's not it. It's just that I normally don't talk about 
what I've done. You know, especially about sex."

"Oh."

"I guess it's just not cool, if you're a guy, to talk about a 
girl you've had sex with. You know?"

She nodded.

"The guys who _do_ talk about the girls they've been with are 
usually lying. Or they're not gonna have sex with that girl 
again. Especially if it gets back to her that the guy's a 
blabbermouth."

"Yeah," she said. "That makes sense."

"So I don't talk about it much."

"That's so sweet."

I rolled my eyes.

"Well, it _is_."

"Yeah, I guess you're right. But it's also about respect."

"Huh?"

"If I respect you," I said, "I'm not gonna spread around the 
details of our sex life. And why would I have a relationship with 
a woman I don't respect?"

"Wow. That's deep."

"Yeah, I guess it is. But it's the way I am. So that's why I 
don't talk about it much. I respect the women I've been with."

"Do you respect me?" she asked timidly.

I nodded quickly. "Very much." I sensed her waiting for the 
reasons why, so I elaborated. "You're really smart, you're funny, 
and you're beautiful. But smart, funny, and beautiful are only 
half of it."

"They are?"

"Mmm hmm. I respect you 'cause you're a good person. You're nice 
to people. You're helpful. You treat other people with respect, 
and I admire that."

"Not all the time," she said. "I didn't treat you with respect."

"No," I said honestly. "You didn't."

"I'm so sorry," she whispered.

I lifted her chin and caressed her cheek with the backs of my 
fingers. "You were angry. That's not a good excuse, as I'm sure 
your mom would tell you, but I understand."

"Do you feel any different about me now?"

It was a pretty insightful question, so I paused for a moment to 
consider it. Should I give her an honest answer? Or should I 
sugarcoat it and spare her feelings? I decided on a combination 
of the two. "Yes and no," I said. "But it's not really that 
simple."

"Oh," she murmured, her eyes downcast.

"Yes, I still love you. Now more than ever."

She looked up hopefully.

"Especially after the last few days." When she smiled happily, my 
heart swelled. "But I'm also worried. Although I don't know if 
worried is the right word. Maybe I'm apprehensive. I kinda wonder 
what'll happen _next_ time you're angry with me."

"I swear, Paul, I'll never do that again. I'll never be the way I 
was. I promise. You've got to believe me."

Did I believe her? Did I really? I certainly wanted to. "I know," 
I said at last. "I do believe you." _I just hope you can fulfill 
that promise,_ I thought. I reached out and cupped her cheek, 
reassuring her with my touch.

She closed her eyes and pressed her face against my hand.

"I love you very much, Gina."

"And I love you," she said, her voice husky.

We shared a quiet moment and then I enfolded her in my arms. 
After several minutes, I rolled to my back and tucked her against 
my side, my arm around her. "We also need to talk about our 
relationship," I said.

"I'll do anything you want me to," she said.

I chuckled softly. "It's not about what _I_ want. It's about what 
_we_ want. We need to decide some things."

"What kind of things?"

I reflected on a conversation I'd had with Susan the year before. 
It had been about relationships, and I hadn't understood what she 
was talking about. Not at the time, anyway. With all I'd seen and 
learned over the past few days, the words "open relationship" 
suddenly meant a lot more than they had before.

Gina shifted nervously.

I realized I'd been silent too long. "I'm sorry, honey," I said. 
"I was just thinking about something Susan once told me. I didn't 
understand it until now." I paused again, to sort out what I 
wanted to say. "She told me that if things got serious between 
us, between you and me, I mean, that we'd have to decide what 
kind of relationship we wanted to have."

"Oh."

"There's something else we talked about that makes a lot more 
sense now too," I said. "It was about commitment." _Do I want a 
committed relationship with Gina?_ I pondered that for a moment. 
_Yes,_ I decided, _I do._ So I opened my mouth and took the 
plunge, "And committed relationships." Unfortunately, while I was 
reasoning things out, she was worrying. I could feel the tension 
in her body. I ran my hand along her shoulder and squeezed her. 
"With our parents' relationships, they have to have a stronger 
bond than normal. Because they're swingers," I said.

She nodded.

"Your mom probably explained it to you. Right?"

Another nod.

"I'm wondering if we want a kind of relationship like that--a 
committed, open relationship--or if we want a regular, just-the-
two-of-us kind of relationship."

"I want whatever you want," she said.

I shook my head. "That's not what it's about. The thing about any 
good relationship," I said, "is that it's got to be a 
partnership. Fifty-fifty. I never realized what kind of 
partnership my parents have. Oh, I've thought about it a little," 
I said musingly, "but never seriously. Well, not really. Not 
until now. They make decisions together. They communicate. They 
trust each other. And they _respect_ each other."

"My parents are the same way."

"Uh-huh. And if we want our relationship to work, we've got to be 
like them. Not necessarily the sex part, but _we've_ got to 
decide what's right for us. It's got to be _our_ decision, not my 
decision, not your decision. Does that make sense?"

"Yes," she said, worry still coloring her tone. "I just want you 
to be happy."

"And I want _you_ to be happy. But I guess that means we've got 
to talk about some serious stuff."

"What kind of serious stuff?"

"Well, Stacy, for one."

"Stacy?"

I nodded. "She knows about you, and she knows I'm serious about 
our relationship."

"Yeah."

"But she's also in love with me. I mean really in love. I love 
her too, very much." I felt Gina momentarily tense up. "But it's 
not the same as it is with you."

"What's this have to do with us?" Gina asked.

"I know she won't ask, but I can tell Stacy still wants to have 
sex with me." When Gina was silent, I continued. "What if she 
asks? How would you feel about that?" In a way, I dreaded the 
answer. Would the Gina from a week before come out? Would she 
turn into the ice princess? Or would she think about it, and 
_communicate_ with me?

"Would you want to have sex with her?"

_Gut check time,_ I thought. "I might."

"Without me?"

I shook my head quickly. "I'd never do it behind your back. If 
we're going to have an open and honest relationship, I don't 
think I could do that. I _wouldn't_ do that."

She was silent for several long moments. 

I began to worry. Had I been _too_ honest? Would she get angry? 
What if she did? What would I do? What would I...?

"I used to think something was wrong with me," she said quietly.

I mentally stumbled at the non sequitur, but waited for her to 
continue.

"Whenever I look at another girl, sometimes I get excited. I 
think that's part of the reason I wasn't ready to have sex with 
you last year. I was willing, but really scared. I guess I 
thought it wouldn't hurt with a girl."

"Mmm hmm."

"But I thought something _must_ be wrong with me. I'd look at my 
friend Lisa, or Ke--" She suddenly stopped, obviously a little 
flustered. "I'd look at Lisa, or another girl," she continued, 
"and I'd feel the same as when I looked at you." She was silent 
for almost a minute, deep in thought. "Kara figured out what it 
was." She laughed derisively. "When she talked to me about it, I 
denied it. Of course." She reached up and wiped her eyes. "I 
thought she'd let it go, but she talked to Mom about it."

I nodded.

"Mom talked to me. And she didn't say _anything_ I thought she 
would," she said with a soft bark of laughter. "I thought she'd 
be angry about it. But she told me it was okay to feel that way 
about girls. This was right after we left camp last summer, and 
before I first saw them with another couple," she said as an 
aside. "She said she thought women were very attractive, and that 
she also had _those feelings_ about them sometimes.

"I was completely shocked," Gina said. "But she explained it so I 
didn't feel bad. So I didn't feel... _wrong_. After that, Kara and 
I started fooling around. It was just playful stuff at first, but 
I really liked it. And with Kara, I knew I was safe. She'd never 
laugh at me, or tell anyone. Kara likes guys a lot more than 
girls, but I know she has fun with me. And I know she loves me, 
like I love her. Like sisters. Does that make sense?"

I nodded and kept silent. It was important for her to tell me 
this, and I didn't want to interrupt her. When Gina wasn't 
thinking about, or worried about my reactions, she spoke steadily 
and with confidence.

"So anyway, after school started, Lisa was staying over at our 
house," she continued. "We were in my room, talking about guys. 
About you, actually. And we were joking around. At least I 
thought we were joking around. I started talking about how you 
made me feel, and the next thing I knew, we both had our shirts 
off and were rubbing our nipples. Lisa knows we're nudists, and 
she's sunbathed nude with me all the time, but we'd never done 
anything like _that_.

"When she slipped off her panties and started rubbing herself, I 
did the same thing. That first time, we didn't touch each other, 
but I really wanted to. I think she kinda did too. The next time 
she spent the night, the next weekend, we went up to my room 
after everyone else had gone to bed." Gina laughed quietly. "We 
figured that if I closed my eyes and she rubbed me, it would be 
just like _you_ rubbing me."

Listening to her story, I was getting an erection, and my cock 
pulsed gently as it lay on my stomach.

"So we tried it," she said. "When it was my turn to rub her, I 
did. For a little while, at least. I don't think Lisa was really 
surprised when I started licking her. She was so hot and wet, and 
she tasted so good. She had a bunch of little orgasms, real 
quick. Afterward, she said it was only fair that she got to lick 
me."

I bit off a flippant remark and nodded silently.

"After that, we played around whenever we could. And of course I 
still messed around with Kara. But you know about _that_," she 
said contritely. She quickly resumed her narrative. "Once, when 
my parents were out of town, right before my birthday, Lisa came 
over. Kara joined us, and we fooled around until four in the 
morning. 

Before going on, she sighed deeply at the memory. "Leah must've 
heard us, but I'm pretty sure she already knew what was going on. 
A couple days later, she asked me to show her what we were doing. 
I think Leah's a lot more into girls than I am, though," she 
said. She paused for several long moments and then kissed my 
chest. "Kara really likes guys, but she does girls too. Leah 
mostly likes girls, but she still gets worked up over a guy every 
once in a while. And I'm somewhere in the middle. I like girls 
and guys. Well, I like girls and I like _you_."

"What about Joey Whatshisname?" I asked mildly.

She laughed. "Okay, so I like girls and guys." She looked up at 
me and her lips sought mine.

I kissed her slowly, tenderly.

When she pulled back, she laid her head upon my chest. "By now, 
you're probably wondering why I told you all that." Then she 
seemed to notice my erection for the first time. "And I guess you 
liked hearing it," she said with a smile in her voice.

"Well, yeah."

"I'll take care of you in a minute. Okay?"

I nodded. "We're not on a schedule," I said.

"Thanks." Then she propped herself up on her elbow and looked 
into my eyes. She had a serious, searching expression on her 
face. "So if you want to have sex with another girl, you can. On 
two conditions."

I knew what she was probably going to say, but I nodded for her 
to continue.

"_We_ have to decide on the girl. And I get to watch, and maybe 
join in." Before I could speak, she raised a hand to cut me off. 
"I know, I know, a lot of girls don't like other girls."

I nodded.

"That's okay. But if the girl _does_ like other girls, then I get 
to have fun too. Okay?"

In a way, this was like a dream come true. But I knew she was 
serious, so I was too. "Okay," I said sincerely.

"So that's what I was thinking when you asked about Stacy," she 
said.

I nodded.

"Before I knew she liked girls, and especially before I knew she 
and Kara had been together, I didn't really trust her. But Kara's 
told me some things about Stacy, and I think I like her. I guess 
I'll have to get to know her better, but Kara really likes her. 
So in a way, that's good enough for me."

"Uh-huh."

"And I think she's really cute." She looked at me and grinned 
bashfully. "I get all wet thinking about fooling around with 
her."

"Oh you do?" I asked in mock surprise.

"Uh-huh."

"You realize that Stacy's only _part_ of the larger question?" I 
asked.

"Yeah," she said. "I guess I do. I guess in a way, I've known 
that we'd have to deal with this."

I nodded.

"And it gets me really heated up when I think about watching you 
with another girl. As long as I know you're mine," she cautioned 
sharply.

"Of course," I said.

"Every time I watched my parents with another couple, 
_especially_ your parents," she said, "I wanted to join them." 
She blushed suddenly, but kept talking. "I get so hot and 
bothered watching, and it's been killing me that I can't join 
in."

"And with me, you can watch _and_ participate."

"Mmm hmm," she purred.

"I like that idea," I said.

"Ha! I bet you do. What if I want to have sex with another guy? 
You hadn't thought about _that_, had you?"

Actually, I had. But I didn't tell her that. "Do you?" I asked 
seriously.

My calm reaction gave her pause. After a moment, she recovered 
her poise. "Maybe," she said.

"Well, if you do, I guess we can talk about it. I don't think 
I'll join in, at least not with him."

She wrinkled her nose and quickly shook her head.

"But I may actually like the idea of me and some other guy doing 
you at once," I said.

Her eyes sparkled with mischief and then she looked at me 
earnestly. "I can't think of any guy I'd rather be with than 
you," she said. She leaned down to kiss me and her tongue sought 
out mine as soon as my lips parted. As we kissed, she hooked one 
leg over mine and rubbed my calf with her foot.

When we broke the kiss, I looked deep into her eyes. "Even though 
I think I know the answer to this, I'm going to ask anyway."

She nodded, with only a hint of trepidation.

"Do you want to have a committed relationship with me?" I asked. 
"I mean, I don't want it to be formal like a marriage or 
anything, but I guess we should talk about it and make sure we 
both want the same thing."

"I want you to be happy," she said. "And I want to be happy with 
you."

I nodded.

"And I want other girls to join us sometimes. I don't know about 
other guys, but maybe. If it's a couple we both like, I guess 
that's possible."

"Mmm hmm."

"But I want to know that I'm the only woman you're going to have 
sex with, by yourself I mean. You can't be alone with any other 
woman unless we agree. Okay?"

I nodded. "The same goes for you. And that means girls, too. If 
you want to be alone with a girl, we need to agree."

"This sounds awfully formal," she said. "Do we need to take vows 
or something?"

"Well--"

"I'm teasing," she said quickly. "Sort of."

I nodded. I paused for a moment and worked out the words in my 
head. "Okay, how's this?" When I had her full attention, I went 
on. "I love you. I'll _always_ love you. I promise to respect 
you. And I promise that you'll be the most important woman in my 
life." It sounded goofy and way too formal, but it was from the 
heart. Sometimes, that's all that matters.

Gina saw the sincerity in my eyes and hers misted over. "Oh, I 
love you too," she said, tears welling up. "I promise to respect 
you." She swallowed hard. "And I promise that you'll always, 
_always_ come first."

When she hugged me, tears of happiness streamed down her face and 
wet my chest. She looked up, her eyes and nose red, and smiled 
joyfully. I kissed her again and tasted the salt of her tears.

"I must look like a mess," she said.

I shook my head. "You're not a mess, you're beautiful. You're my 
girl. My _woman_. And I love you."

"I love you too," she whispered huskily. "You're my man."

She reached for my penis and wrapped her hand around it. In the 
seriousness of the moment before, it had shrunk somewhat. But as 
she gently squeezed it, it sprang back to life. Working together, 
we rolled over so she was underneath me, on the center of the 
raft.

She guided my shaft to her opening and I sank into her in one 
smooth motion. I held myself above her on my elbows, my chest 
pressed against her soft breasts. As I started thrusting, our 
lips found each other and we kissed with growing hunger.

We made love slowly, deliciously. When she was getting close, I 
gyrated my hips and ground myself against her clit each time I 
thrust into her. Her pussy contracted around my manhood, so I 
increased the pace of my thrusts.

"Oh, Paul," she said breathlessly. "I love you so... oh, yes... oh... 
oh... I love you so much." With a groan, she came, her pussy 
gripping my shaft and trying to keep me inside her.

I pulled out one more time and then pushed myself as deep as I 
could, finally forcing my length past her clenched internal 
muscles. As her orgasm peaked, they rippled against my erection 
and I felt the first jet of semen rushing up my shaft. With a 
groan of my own, I filled her with my seed.

As our ardor cooled, we heard a rising wail from the direction of 
the rocks. It was a very feminine wail, a very Jenny-like wail. I 
looked at Gina in surprise and amusement. The wail turned into a 
shriek, punctuated by a resounding "yes!"

Gina's eyes glittered as she gazed into mine. She wrapped her 
legs around my thighs and held me inside her, the heat of our 
joined bodies making her sigh. "It sounds like you and Manfred 
are responsible for two very, _very_ happy girls," she said.

I could only grin smugly as I nodded in reply.

-----

The rest of the afternoon, the four of us lounged on the flattop 
rock. Manfred and Jenny kept looking at each other longingly, 
while Gina and I tried not to openly smirk. The topic of sex 
didn't come up again, but it was definitely in the air. Before we 
had to leave for the afternoon--we still had to be home before 
dinner at six o'clock--we all swam out to the falls and goofed 
around.

When we swam back, Manfred and Jenny went up to the top of the 
rock while Gina and I stayed in the water to have a few minutes 
alone. When we heard the two of them going at it above us, Gina 
got a mischievous glint in her eye. She pushed me back against 
the big sloped rock and knelt before me, her chin mere inches 
above the water.

She gave me a wonderful blowjob, taking her time and really 
working me up. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw two head-shaped 
shadows poke over the top of the rock. I don't know if Gina could 
see them too, but she started taking me as far down her throat as 
she could. She got me a little more than halfway before she had 
to pull back.

Right before I came, she locked her lips around my glans and 
looked up at me. She met my gaze and her eyes smiled. As she 
stroked the base of my cock, she flicked her tongue against the 
underside of my head. When I came, she closed her eyes and moaned 
softly as she swallowed my load.

The two head shadows disappeared a moment later, and I smiled to 
myself when I thought about what _else_ Manfred and Jenny might 
be thinking about trying. In a way, I was amazed that the two of 
them had been having sex as much as they had, and how _little_ 
they seemed to know about what they were doing. In a way, it was 
frightening. I'd have to make sure to thank Susan and Mom for 
their guidance.

But at the moment, I had a very happy girl in my arms--a girl who 
was licking her lips, and who tasted of my semen when I kissed 
her. I needed to make sure I thanked _her_ as well. She laid her 
head on my chest and I held her for several minutes, neither of 
us feeling the need to speak.

-----

Gina felt a lot better on the hike down, and easily kept up with 
us. Nevertheless, I kept an eye on her and made sure she wasn't 
pushing herself too hard. In the end, I really shouldn't have 
worried about Gina. _Jenny_ went slower than anyone else, mostly 
because she was walking a bit wobbly. Gina and I just grinned at 
each other.

The two-hour trek was fun and light-hearted, and we were all in 
good spirits. We got back to camp with only minutes to spare.

Manfred and I unpacked the remains of our picnic lunch and left 
the girls in the clubhouse to clean up. We unloaded our packs in 
silence, both of us tired but happy. My family ate dinner with 
Gina's, but the two of us didn't do much talking.

During the day, three new families arrived, but they all had 
younger kids, so we didn't pay much attention to them. An older 
couple, Bill and Emily, also arrived. Bill owned a movie theater 
or something, and once again brought a movie projector and some 
films. Gina and I were hoping that Kendall and her family had 
arrived, but there was no sign of them.

Mom suggested we ask Susan when the Paytons would arrive, so we 
headed toward her house. When we got there, she was sitting in 
her courtyard with Mr. Kershaw. They were going over a notebook 
and some papers, but both of them looked up as we arrived. I was 
a little worried about what Gunny might say, but I couldn't think 
of a diplomatic way to caution Gina.

"Hello, Paul," Susan said, nodding to me. "Hi, Gina."

Mr. Kershaw turned around and I prepared to blanch. "Why, it's 
young Mister Paul," he said cordially. "And Miss Gina."

I shuffled nervously and looked sidelong at Gina. If she reacted, 
I didn't see it.

"Good evening," Gina said graciously.

"Um... Hi," I said.

"What can we help you with?" Susan asked smoothly.

"Um... We were kinda wondering when Kendall Payton and her family 
would be here," I said.

Susan looked at Gunny.

"Oh, I'd say they'll be here any time now," he said. "Mr. Payton 
said they'd be here sometime after supper." He looked critically 
at me. "You remember where they were last year?"

"Yes, s... I mean, yes, Gunny."

His eyes twinkled when he smiled at my near slip.

I could hear him in my head, _"Don't call me sir, I work for a 
living."_

"They'll be at the same place," he said.

"Thank you very much," I said politely. "I guess we'll go see if 
they're here yet."

Susan nodded. "Okay. You two can be the official camp greeters."

I nodded.

"Have fun," she said.

With a wave, we turned to go. Susan and Gunny turned back to the 
paperwork and resumed their conversation.

"What was that about?" Gina asked when we were out of earshot.

"What was what about?"

"The 'young Mister Paul' and 'Miss Gina' thing. Mr. Kershaw's 
never called me _Miss_ Gina before. What was that about?"

I blushed slightly and grinned. "I think it's 'cause you're with 
me."

"You're kidding, right?"

I shook my head, a little embarrassed. "No, I'm not."

"Okay," she said, clearly unconvinced.

I quickly explained a little about Gunny's background in the 
Marine Corps, and how he treated my father deferentially because 
Dad had been a naval officer. "So he's always treated me with 
respect," I said, "because that's just how you treat officers' 
families."

"Oh. Wow."

"Yeah. I know it's kinda weird, but it makes sense to me."

"If you say so."

I nodded. "And because you're with me, you get the same 
treatment. If that makes sense."

She hugged herself to my arm. "Yeah, I guess it does." Then she 
sighed contentedly and rubbed her cheek against my shoulder. "I'm 
already getting treated better because I'm your girlfriend," she 
said. I think she was only _half_ teasing.

-----

Gina and I picked up our towels from the clubhouse, told our 
parents where we were going, and headed up the hill. We spread 
our towels out where Kendall's family set up their folding picnic 
table and then sat down.

While we waited, we mostly talked about generic teenager stuff. 
After the heavy conversation at the quarry, I don't think either 
of us was up for more serious discussion. So we kept things light 
and general.

The sun was just dipping below the opposite ridge when headlights 
flashed across us. We stood as the Winnebago pulled into the spot 
and Mr. Payton carefully maneuvered it next to the water and 
electrical hook-ups. He waved to us, called to someone behind 
him, then turned off the engine.

In a moment, the door burst open and an excited Kendall jumped 
out. When she saw us, she stopped and simply stood there. She 
already had her clothes off, and she looked incredible. I felt 
Gina react, too.

Kendall hadn't changed much--she was as statuesque as I 
remembered. Her hair was up in a ponytail, which made her look a 
little younger. She also had tan lines from a string bikini, two 
triangles which accentuated her large breasts and another 
triangle surrounding her pubic hair. She shuffled hesitantly, 
unsure of how we'd react to seeing her.

At some unseen signal, she and Gina rushed toward each other. 
They hugged like long-lost sisters. When they separated, Gina 
looked expectantly at me. I came up a little slower and looked to 
Gina for guidance. Kendall glanced at us nervously.

"Will you two just say hello and hug each other," Gina said with 
feigned exasperation.

The tension broken, Kendall almost flew into my arms. Her breasts 
pressed against my chest, and I actually found it was easier to 
hug her now that I was taller. When we separated, she grinned 
shyly and looked at Gina.

Gina smiled warmly and said, "We're glad you're here, Kendall. 
Aunt Susan sent us to greet you all. So, welcome to camp."

Kendall's father and mother came out of the camper next and I 
went to shake his hand. Drew was right behind them, taller than 
ever, and even more like his father. Even though he was a year 
younger than me, he was at least two inches taller and about 
twenty pounds heavier.

When I shook his hand, he gripped mine firmly. I guess it's a 
dominance game most guys play, so he squeezed my hand. A strong 
grip is one of the most important things for a wrestler, and I 
knew mine was strong. Very strong. I returned his squeeze with 
one of my own. He ratcheted things up a notch, so I matched him. 
For a long moment, neither of us moved, each trying to crush the 
other's hand. He may have been bigger than me, but I knew I was 
stronger. With a final surge, I tightened my fingers and his face 
began to turn red. With a loud exhalation, he relented. I 
immediately relaxed my hand and he nodded respectfully. Like I 
said, it was a dominance game.

"Do you need any help getting your camper squared away, sir?" I 
asked Kendall's father.

"Sure, son," he said, surprised. "That'd be mighty nice of you." 
He turned to his son. "Drew, you two get on the back leveling 
jacks. Show him how they work."

"Yes, sir," Drew said. Then he grinned at me and we headed for 
the back of the RV.

As we went to work, Gina asked Kendall's mom, "Would you like 
some help setting up inside?"

With all six of us, the Winnebago was soon level, locked in 
place, and connected to the camp's utilities. Afterward, Adam and 
Melissa went down to the clubhouse. Drew politely asked me where 
he could find my sister and her friends. I only grinned a little 
as I told him they were probably up at the Jordan's cabin. With 
an infectious grin, he thanked me and jogged off. That left me 
alone with two of the most beautiful girls in the world. _How 
lucky can one guy be?_ I asked myself.

Kendall took a long look at me and then turned to Gina.

"He looks incredible, doesn't he?" Gina asked.

Kendall merely blushed and nodded. When she glanced at me again, 
I gazed into her eyes, hoping to see the spark that had been 
there the year before. I think she was a little disappointed that 
Gina and I were obviously together, but she concealed it well. 
She was also a little shy at first. But as she and Gina talked, 
she gradually relaxed and became more open. By the time her 
parents returned, more than an hour later, the three of us were 
chatting like old friends.

I still had a ten o'clock curfew, so I discreetly looked at my 
watch and made eye contact with Gina. When my eyes flicked to my 
watch, she understood, so we stood to take our leave.

"It's great seeing you all," Kendall said. "I'm so happy for you. 
You make such a cute couple."

My face heated a little, but I nodded in thanks.

"I can't _wait_ to spend the day with you tomorrow," Gina said to 
Kendall.

"Am I invited?" I asked. I tried to look forlorn, but they 
weren't buying it.

Kendall was clearly waiting for Gina to answer.

"You're such a goof," Gina said. "Of course you're invited." She 
rolled her eyes at Kendall and they shared a smile. Then Gina 
stepped forward and gave Kendall another long hug. Before they 
separated, she kissed the taller girl on the cheek. "I'm _so_ 
glad you're here," she said.

There was an awkward moment when I didn't know if I should hug 
Kendall or not. Gina subtly pushed me forward and I spread my 
arms. I didn't hug Kendall as long as Gina had, but during the 
time I did, her body felt exquisite. I willed myself not to get 
an erection. It had been a long time since I'd had a sudden hard-
on, but Kendall was certainly beautiful enough to cause one. She 
gave me a quick, sweet kiss on the cheek before pulling back. 
When she looked into my eyes, she seemed happy and sad at the 
same time.

Gina and I said our final goodbyes and walked toward her cabin. 
She thrust her arm through mine and for a minute or two, we 
walked in silence. Just before we got to her cabin, she turned to 
me.

"I really like Kendall," she said.

"Yeah. I like her too."

She nodded. "She likes you as well," she said softly. "I don't 
know how I can tell, though. Maybe I can see it in the way she 
looks at you."

I started to deny it, but decided to keep quiet.

"I know you two were really close last year," she said. "After I 
left."

I nodded. "We never did anything, though."

Gina nodded absently. "I don't think she'd do anything like that. 
Call it woman's intuition, or whatever, but I just don't think 
she would."

"You're right."

Suddenly, Gina looked at me intently. "But maybe she wanted to?"

"Maybe," I said cautiously.

"Paul?"

"Yes?"

"If I ask you a serious question, will you tell me the truth?"

Even though I was pretty sure I knew what the question was, I 
nodded. The _last_ thing I wanted to do was answer the question, 
but I knew I had to.

"Do you like Kendall?"

I opened my mouth to speak, but she cut me off.

"I mean, do you like her as maybe _more_ than just a friend?"

I wracked my brain, trying to find the most politic answer. "I 
_could_," I said carefully. I don't really know what I expected 
from Gina, but laughter wasn't it.

"Good answer," she said, still grinning. "But it's okay to say 
you like her."

I nodded slowly.

"And it's okay to say you like her body."

I don't know if Gina realized the depth of my feelings for 
Kendall or not, but she was certainly zeroing in on the truth. 
How did I feel about that? Scared. Nervous. Intrigued. And maybe 
a little excited.

"I think I like her," Gina said at last.

"Yeah. Me too. But it's not just her body."

She looked at me quizzically.

"I mean, her body's _great_, like a Playmate or something." I 
thought I might have gone overboard, so I quickly reigned in my 
enthusiasm. "You're like a Playmate too," I said. "Only more 
exotic, and a _lot_ more fun."

"Good cover," she said sardonically.

I tried not to blush at being caught, but she merely grinned at 
me. "I mean, the thing that I really like about her is that she's 
smart. She's smart like you are. I'm a pretty bright guy," I 
said, "most of the time, but I'm not super smart like you two 
are."

"Don't sell yourself short," Gina said.

"Thanks, but you know what I mean."

She nodded.

"Jenny's got a great body, but I'm not really attracted to her. 
Does that make sense?"

"Yeah."

"I'm sure she's smart enough, but she doesn't... um... challenge me 
like you do."

"And like Kendall does?" she asked.

"Yeah," I admitted. "And like Kendall does."

"It's okay," Gina said. "She's smart, beautiful, and sexy." Then 
she playfully tapped her finger against her cheek. "I don't know 
how I can compete with that."

"Well," I said sincerely, knowing an opening when I was presented 
with one, "you're smart, beautiful, sexy, and..."

"And?" she asked, her eyes artfully wide.

"And I'm completely and totally in love with you."

She smiled from ear to ear and all was right in the world. Much 
to my relief, she didn't ask if I was in love with Kendall, too. 
What would I have answered if she had? I was thinking about that 
when Gina looped her arm through mine and we walked the rest of 
the way home. I kissed her goodnight and had to run to make it 
back to our cabin. According to my watch, I was eighteen seconds 
early.

No one was there!

Erin floated in about ten minutes later. No, she didn't walk, she 
floated. With a blissful smile, she kissed me on the cheek and 
flopped onto her bed. I climbed into my own bunk and listened to 
her sigh happily, several times.

I tried not to chuckle to myself, since I had happy thoughts of 
my own. They involved two beautiful girls, both of them smart and 
sexy. One was short, dark, and lovely, and the other was tall and 
statuesque.

What had I gotten myself into? How deep did Gina's feelings for 
Kendall go? Was Kendall the kind of girl Gina looked at and got 
hot and bothered about? I had a sneaking suspicion that Kendall 
was _exactly_ the kind of girl Gina would be attracted to. But 
that brought up another question. Could I handle two girls at 
once?

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