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Author: Nick Scipio
Title: Summer Camp - Book 2: Gina
Part: Chapter 21
Universe: Summer Camp
Summary: Coming-of-age story about a teenager whose family spends 
their summer vacations at a nudist camp.
Keywords: mf, pett
Revision: 1.0
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Summer Camp - Book 2: Gina
by Nick Scipio

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

The rest of Wednesday afternoon and evening, we mostly lounged 
around the lake. When Mom returned from Columbia, she was tired 
and a little subdued. She came down to the lake to tell us she'd 
returned and then headed back up the hill to our cabin.

As a treat for Mom, Susan and Erin fixed dinner for our family. 
The two of them had a great time, laughing and goofing around. It 
was like Susan was suddenly a teenager again. Mom wasn't exactly 
sad, but I could tell that she already missed Dad. He'd be gone 
for nine days, but he always called whenever he had a layover.

Dinner was fried pork chops, mashed potatoes, peas, and 
cornbread. When Susan set the bowl of peas on the table, she 
looked at me meaningfully. For a moment, I was confused. When her 
eyes flicked from the peas to my penis and then up to my face, 
she smirked, and I suddenly Got It. (The year before, her 
creative use of frozen peas as an impromptu ice pack had sparked 
our relationship.)

She saw the recognition in my eyes, grinned mischievously, and 
continued setting the table. I sat down hastily, afraid of my 
reaction if I kept thinking about Susan and her oral talents. All 
through dinner, we talked about everyday stuff, but Susan enjoyed 
surreptitiously teasing me. It was all I could do not to get an 
erection.

After dinner, Gina, Kendall, and I went for a walk by the lake. 
Gina and I were both tired, however, and decided to go to bed 
early. When I got to our cabin after dropping Gina off, Erin was 
there with Leah. I said "hi" to the girls and then climbed into 
my bunk.

For a while, I just lay there, deep in thought. I was tired, but 
I also had a lot on my mind. I was thinking about Kendall, and 
how I felt about her. I didn't think I could have sex with her 
and leave my emotions out of it. More to the point, it would be 
incredibly unfair to her for me to prey upon her feelings simply 
for my own (or Gina's) gratification.

Before I drifted off to sleep, I resolved to talk to Gina about 
it.

-----

The next morning, I pulled Gina aside after breakfast. 
Unfortunately, it was her morning to do the dishes, so she 
couldn't immediately talk with me. When I volunteered to help 
her, she smiled and thanked me. Much to my chagrin, _Mom_ smiled 
and thanked me too, gesturing to my family's dishes. I guess her 
theory was that if I could help Gina with the dishes, I could 
also do them for my family. Gina grinned at my outmaneuvered 
expression and then helped me gather the plates, silverware, 
glasses, and skillets. While she washed the dishes, I dried them, 
and we quickly finished.

Afterward, I led her out the side door of the clubhouse and down 
the steps toward the sand volleyball court. When we sat on the 
bench facing the court, she turned to me, her eyes smiling.

"Did you have fun yesterday?" she asked.

I nodded.

"I can't wait to see if Kendall wants to join us," she said 
excitedly. Then her brow furrowed in concentration. "Only, I 
don't really know how to ask her."

"Actually," I said, "I think I know how to handle that." I had a 
few ideas, but they weren't what I wanted to talk about at the 
moment. "We need to talk about something else first, though."

Her expression grew concerned.

"It's nothing bad," I assured her. "It's just something we need 
to talk about."

To her credit, she didn't even bite her lip as she nodded.

"We've talked about this before, a little, but we need to talk 
about it seriously now." When she nodded, I continued. "I know 
you want Kendall to join us, but it's going to be different than 
it was with Kara."

Her brow wrinkled. "How?"

I thought for a moment, trying to come up with an example. 
"Remember when Kara and I were kissing each other, right above 
you?"

"Yes."

"Did it look the same as when I kissed you?"

"I dunno. I've never seen you kiss me, not from another person's 
perspective," she said, trying to drive away some of her 
trepidation with humor. When I smiled, but didn't laugh, she grew 
serious. "Sorry, I know what you mean." She thought about it for 
a few seconds. "No, I guess it didn't look the same."

I shook my head. "It wasn't. I don't love Kara like I love you. 
With her, sex was just sex."

She nodded.

"I mean, I _like_ Kara, and I think she's really sexy, but I 
don't like her as anything more than a friend."

"Yeah, that makes sense."

"With Kendall," I said seriously, "it'll be different. I really 
like Kendall." I paused and took a deep breath. "I probably love 
her." _No probably about it,_ I thought. _I _definitely_ love 
her, but I don't want to say that to Gina. Not yet, at least._

She nodded.

"And I'm pretty sure she feels the same way about me. You even 
said so yourself."

"Yeah," Gina said. "I think she does."

"So it wouldn't be fair to her or fair to me if I... if _we_ just 
had sex with her," I said. "In many ways, I feel the same way 
about her that I do about you."

She nodded soberly.

"It's not the same, really, but close enough."

"If you wanna be with her instead of me..."

I quickly shook my head. "I want to be with you, but I know you 
want Kendall to join us. And," I said, feeling my cheeks heat, "I 
want to have sex with Kendall too."

She smiled at my shy grin.

"But you need to realize that I'm not going to toy with her 
emotions just so we can have some fun. Sex with Kara was fun. Sex 
with Kendall would be quite a bit more."

"I understand."

"I mean, imagine how you'd feel if I'd used the fact that you 
loved me just to have sex with you. You'd feel used, betrayed, or 
worse. Kendall would probably feel the same way."

 From the look on Gina's face, it was clearly something she hadn't 
considered. She sat, stunned, for several long moments. Finally, 
she looked up and nodded her understanding.

"If I have sex with Kendall," I said, "it'll be like she's my 
girlfriend too, and it'll be complicated. Sex with you, or sex 
with Kendall can't be about just the orgasm. I can jerk off and 
not hurt anybody's feelings. If we want her to join us, it's got 
to be serious."

"Yeah, you're right."

I nodded, my expression solemn. "If it's something you really 
want to do, then I'll talk to her about it. If not, she'll never 
have to know and we won't hurt her feelings. We both know she's 
not the kind of girl to try and break us up, but adding her to 
our relationship will be a whole 'nother can of worms."

"Yeah, I hadn't thought about it that way."

"And we don't even know if she likes girls or not," I said. "Even 
if she does want to have sex with me, she may not be comfortable 
with you watching."

"I hadn't thought of that either," Gina said guiltily.

I shook my head. "There are a lot of things we have to consider. 
Like I said, if we don't want to do this, we don't have to, and 
Kendall will be none the wiser. With Kara, it was pretty simple, 
for a lot of reasons. With Kendall, it's a lot more complex."

She nodded slowly and then turned introspective. "I don't know 
why I'm like this," she said softly. Then she looked up at me. "I 
just am."

I nodded. "It's okay that you are. But I can't imagine how 
unhappy you might be with a regular guy. Well, with a guy who 
didn't understand how our parents' relationships work."

She smiled brightly and cheered up a bit. "That's why you're 
perfect," she said. "You _do_ understand."

"Well, I _try_ to understand. But there are still a lot of things 
I have to take some time to figure out. I just try to understand 
them before I react."

She nodded.

"And I've been thinking a lot about Kendall, and whether or not 
we want to ask her to join us."

"Yeah."

"It basically boils down to one question. Can you handle seeing 
me with a girl I love, a girl who'd be like my other girlfriend? 
If you can, then I'll talk to Kendall. If you can't, we won't say 
anything, and we'll all remain friends."

Before she could open her mouth to answer, we heard a shout from 
up the hill.

"Hey! Where've y'all been all morning?" Manfred asked as he 
strode down the stairs. His long legs quickly ate up the distance 
between us.

Jenny followed behind him at a more sedate (and ladylike) pace.

"We've been looking all over for you," he said, panting slightly 
from his rapid descent.

"We've been right here, Manfred," I said with a wry grin.

"Oh. Yeah."

Jenny caught up with him and smiled at us in greeting.

Gina and I smiled in return.

"Jenny and I were thinkin'," he said.

I glanced at Gina. Judging by her expression, she knew where this 
discussion was going as well as I did.

"Since our families are leaving on Sunday, we want to hike to the 
quarry on Saturday."

I nodded.

"And you know how Jenny's mother is," he said with a mild 
grimace.

"Yeah."

"She won't let us go by ourselves."

I nodded mildly.

"So we thought we'd see if you two wanted to go with us," he 
said.

"Sounds good to me," I said. Then I turned to Gina. "What d'you 
think?" I asked her.

She paused and gave the question far more consideration that I 
thought it warranted. After several long moments, she nodded. 
When she glanced up, she had a determined look on her face. "We 
should probably invite Kendall," she said, holding my gaze with 
her own. My eyes must've bugged out a little, because she 
grinned.

"Are you _sure?_" I asked.

She nodded.

I ignored Manfred and Jenny, and took Gina's hands in my own. 
"You've thought about it?"

She nodded again. "Yes. I have."

"Okay," I said. "Then we'll ask her."

"What're y'all so serious about?" Manfred asked.

I shook my head and then looked up at him. "Nothing. Just 
something we were talking about earlier."

"Oh. So, do y'all wanna go or not?" he asked.

"Sure," I said. "We'd love to go. And Kendall will probably join 
us."

If he noticed that I didn't ask so much as stated a fact, he 
didn't react. He was obviously uncomfortable with the idea, 
though. "Are you sure she'll wanna go?" he asked.

I nodded. "Yeah, but she'll probably spend most of her time with 
us," I said, indicating Gina with a toss of my chin.
 
"Can she even hike that far?" he asked, doggedly trying to 
wriggle free of having Kendall join us.

I nodded again. "Yeah, Manfred," I said with a short laugh. "She 
can hike that far. She hiked it with us, last year after you two 
left."

"Can she keep up?"

I shrugged noncommittally. "Yeah. But if she can't, Gina and I 
will hang back with her. I know the way to the quarry as well as 
you do, Stick."

He was outmaneuvered and knew it, so he merely shrugged. Then he 
did something singularly brilliant. He put his arm around Jenny, 
turned to her, and asked, "What d'you think, Jen?"

_Good man!_

She shrugged dismissively. "I guess it's okay," she said, sliding 
her arm around his waist possessively.

"Don't worry," I said, trying to allay some of her unspoken 
concerns. "Like I said, she'll probably spend most of the time 
with us."

"Sure," Manfred said, tossing his head. "Whatever. We wanted to 
leave early, though, so we can stay there as long as possible"

"No problem."

"Are you _sure_ you want Kendall to come with us?" he asked in a 
last-ditch effort to dissuade me.

I'm pretty sure he was asking solely for Jenny's benefit, but I 
didn't begrudge him the fact. As long as they were polite to 
Kendall, I was happy. Before I answered, I looked at Gina. At her 
slight nod, I turned back to Manfred and Jenny. "We're sure."

"Okay, Little Man. Whatever you want," he said, emphasizing that 
it was our choice. Then he turned and looked at Jenny (another 
smart move).

She smiled at him.

"Well, we're gonna head down to the lake and cool off," he said. 
"You wanna join us?"

I shook my head. "Nah. Thanks. I think we're gonna stay here for 
a while. You know," I said with a meaningful look, "I wanna spend 
some time with my girl."

He nodded sagely and then smiled at Jenny. "Okay. Seeya."

With that, they walked off, arm in arm.

As soon as they were out of earshot, I turned to Gina. "Are you 
_sure?_" I asked.

"Do you love me?"

"Very much."

"Then I'm sure," she said. When I raised my arm, she slid next to 
me and snuggled against my side. "And I love you too," she said 
quietly, but with conviction. "Ten _times_ more than very much."

-----

Eventually, we did head down to the lake. Kendall joined us and 
we swam out to the raft. Manfred and Jenny were already there, 
and looked up with neutral expressions. When it became obvious 
that we planned to join them, they scooted toward one end of the 
raft. If we lay close together, there would be room for all five 
of us. I subtly made sure Gina lay next to Jenny and then I 
directed Kendall to the end of the raft. As soon as the girls 
were settled, I lay between them.

The day was once again brutally hot, and we all went for a swim 
before lunch. After lunch, we lounged around for a while. In 
spite of the heat and crushing humidity, we heard someone yelling 
"volleyball." (Whenever you wanted to strike up a volleyball 
game, all you had to do was go to the court and yell "volleyball" 
as loud as you could. If enough people showed up, you could play. 
A small game was five or six people, while a big one could have 
twelve, eighteen, or more, with people siding out at the change 
of serve.)

All five of us decided to go play, and we quickly had more than 
enough people for a twelve-person game. Gina, Kendall, and I were 
on one team, while Manfred and Jenny joined the other. Since 
Manfred was so tall, he always tried to jump-spike the ball. 
John, his father, played for our team and blocked his son's 
spikes every time they met at the net.

_Note to self: Maybe age and experience really _do_ beat youth 
and enthusiasm._

I grinned to myself. _No way._

Our team won the first game easily, 21-13. Once word spread that 
there was a good game going, more people showed up. For the 
second game, we played nine people on a team. This game was hard-
fought, and the other team ended up winning 24-22. For the third 
game, all of us were hot and sweaty, but we were determined. 
Manfred's father "got in a groove" (as he put it) and started 
sending killer serves over the net. Since we always played 
friendly games, the serves were underhand, but his were some of 
the fastest, lowest underhand serves I've ever seen. Due almost 
entirely to his service, we established a commanding lead. The 
other team rallied, but we eventually won the game, 21-18.

Afterward, everyone congratulated each other, albeit tiredly, and 
we all headed back to the lake. I was sweaty, and had sand in 
places I didn't know I had places. I was also tired, but because 
of all my jumping rope and general conditioning, I wasn't 
completely worn out. After we washed the sweat and sand off our 
bodies, the five of us older teenagers hauled ourselves onto the 
raft.

Drew, who hadn't joined the volleyball game, was lounging on the 
shore of the lake and enjoying the attentions of Jill and Trish. 
True to my prediction, Jill had on a pair of bikini bottoms. She 
and Trish were alternately begging Drew to go swimming with them. 
They kept trying to tug and cajole him out of the lounge chair, 
but it was clear that he was merely toying with them.

I shook my head in mild disgust and looked around for Erin and 
Leah. They hadn't been at the volleyball game either, and when I 
didn't see them around the lake, I began to wonder where they 
were. A few moments later, they crested the top of the hill and 
started walking toward the lake. They seemed to be having an 
animated discussion, so I turned my attention back to my friends 
on the raft.

For a while, we laughed about the volleyball game and our various 
blunders. The girls gave me a hard time about taking a nosedive 
into the sand and then knocking over Karen Delozier. (I rolled 
onto my back, into her, and she fell on top of me. When she went 
to steady herself, she accidentally grabbed my dick. She kept her 
hand there until she realized where she'd put it. We both blushed 
about it, but no one else had seen what happened. Since neither 
of us were hurt, the girls simply thought it was funny that I'd 
knocked over the petite woman.)

They also ribbed Manfred about trying to spike the ball and 
getting tangled in the net. It was really funny at the time, 
especially when Jenny had to patiently help extricate him. He had 
red marks on his arm where it had been caught, but nothing worse 
than a bruised ego. I grinned in sympathy as the girls teased 
him.

While we laughed and joked, Manfred and Jenny slowly became more 
comfortable around Kendall. When she finally worked up the 
courage to actually tease Manfred about having his spikes blocked 
by his dad, Jenny merely grinned and joined in. I think Manfred 
was coming to realize that Kendall may be built like a goddess, 
but she was just like us.

In addition, Kendall gradually got over her initial shyness. 
Instead of passively watching, she joined in the conversation 
more and more. As we watched Kendall come out of her shell, Gina 
grinned at me. For Manfred's part, I think his illusions about 
Kendall's goddess status were finally shattered when she laughed 
so hard she rolled off the raft. As we stared at each other in 
surprise, Kendall sputtered to the surface.

"I think I'll take a swim too," I said with a grin.

I took two quick steps, launched myself over a startled and very 
embarrassed Kendall, and then knifed into the water behind her. 
When I surfaced, the others were diving in too. We goofed around 
for a while, but were all too tired to do more than that. After 
we climbed back onto the raft, we relaxed in comparative silence, 
simply basking in the afternoon sun.

-----

After dinner, Gina looped her arm through mine and we walked onto 
the clubhouse's side patio. She immediately angled for one of the 
round tables in the far corner, where we could have a little 
privacy.

She spread her towel on one of the chairs, sat down, and then 
elegantly crossed her legs. For a moment, I merely admired her 
stunning body. Not for the first time, I marveled that such a 
beautiful girl could be in love with me. I'd slowly come to 
realize that I was handsome, but I sometimes wondered what Gina 
saw in me. With an effort that came much easier than it had in 
the past, I put the thought out of my mind and smiled at her.

"Have you thought about how to ask Kendall?" she asked after a 
few quiet minutes.

I nodded. "Yeah. I think so. Only..." I paused for a moment to 
gather my thoughts. "Well, I think I should talk to her alone."

Her eyes narrowed, but she didn't say anything.

"I don't want her to feel like she's under pressure. Besides," I 
said with a guilty grin, "I think she might be more open if she 
doesn't think she's got to put on an act for your benefit."

Gina nodded. "Yeah, that makes sense." Then she paused for a 
moment and looked at me funny.

"What?" I asked, a little nervous.

"You're good at that," she said simply.

"Good at what?"

"Thinking about things, about what will happen if you do 
something."

I nodded. "I try to be."

"You are." She hung her head for a moment and then looked up at 
me bashfully. "I guess maybe I need to be more like that."

"Oh, I don't know--"

"I do. Sometimes I don't think about things before I do them."

I nodded.

"And I should. Like when we were at the nature walk clearing and 
I was still angry with you... As Kara was talking to us, all I 
wanted to do was make you suffer as much as I could."

"And?"

"Well," she said with a rueful grin, "it backfired. I didn't 
realize you'd get angry. When I saw the look on your face, I felt 
all the heat, all the anger drain out of me. I was suddenly cold 
and scared. But if I'd thought about how you'd probably react to 
my... well... to my childishness, I never would've acted like that."

I nodded.

"Before _you_ do anything, you think about how your actions will 
affect other people. That's what I like about you," she said. 
"One of many things, actually."

I wanted to say "thank you," but I got the impression that it was 
important for her to talk this through. So I remained silent.

"You're deliberate."

I cocked my head to the side, a little confused.

"I mean that in a good way," she said hastily. "You think about 
things and you pay attention to people's reactions. That's really 
nice. I mean, I can tell you've thought a lot about Kendall. I 
was thinking about her only as someone we could have sex with."

I hastily looked around to make sure no one could overhear us.

"But she's a person too, not just a sex object." She laughed 
derisively. "If I'd thought about it, I'd've realized that it's 
one of the things that bothers her most, being looked at as only 
a set of boobs--or a beautiful body--instead of a person."

"Mmm hmm."

"She _is_ a person, and she's got feelings, just like I do. _You_ 
were thinking of her feelings. I wasn't." She looked up and gazed 
at me for a long, drawn-out moment. Then she swallowed hard. "You 
love her, don't you? I mean, you said you 'probably love her,' 
but you really _do_, don't you? You love her like you love me."

I could tell by her inflection that the last words weren't a 
question. I took a deep breath and then held her eyes with my 
own. Finally, I nodded once.

She looked down for a moment and clasped her hands together. "I 
guess I knew you did, but I just now admitted it to myself." Then 
she took a deep breath. "I was watching you today. Did you 
realize that?"

"No."

"Well, I was. I was watching you, and how you acted around 
Kendall. You look at her like you look at me."

"Yes, I do," I admitted.

"I wanted to see if you treated her differently, or if you paid 
more attention to her," she said. "I guess I was worried, or 
jealous, or something."

"Are you still?" I asked quietly.

"Hmm?" She looked up and paused, internally repeating what I'd 
said. "No," she said with a tiny headshake. "I'm not. As I 
watched you with her, and how you treat her with respect, I was 
kinda proud of you." She grinned hesitantly. "I dunno why, but I 
guess I realized that you treat me with the same respect, the 
same thoughtfulness."

I nodded. "I try to."

"You do. It's just the way you are. You treat people nicely, and 
I see the way they respond to you. I like it. It makes me feel 
good to be your girlfriend. I mean, even when Manfred does 
something really super dorky, you're patient with him. You start 
to act the way you wish he would. It's like you're showing him 
how he should be, like you're quietly saying, 'Hey Manfred, 
_this_ is how you should do things.'"

I nodded.

"And I guess today is the first time I watched you. I mean, 
_really_ watched you, instead of looking at you and thinking how 
hot you make me, or wondering if you like Kendall more than me."

"I don't."

"I know."

"I may like her almost as _much_ as I like you," I said. "But 
it's... different."

"Yeah," she said. "I think I understand that now. I mean, I may 
have appeared brave this morning, when I said I wanted Kendall to 
join us, but I was really nervous too." Then she grinned 
bashfully. "I guess I was also horny. But watching you today--
with her--and seeing how you treated me the same as you always 
do, I _knew_ you could love us both. Does that make sense?"

I nodded. "It does."

"I still don't know why I'm the way I am, but I'm glad you love 
me."

"I do love you," I said. "Unconditionally." I leaned forward and 
reached for her hand. When she took it, I pulled her toward me.

She stood up, turned, and then sat in my lap. With her arm around 
my neck, she swung her legs over the arm of the chair.

I enjoyed having her body next to mine, and put my hand on her 
outer thigh, resting it comfortably against the smoothness of her 
skin.

"You remember when you said it's the little things you love about 
me?" she asked.

"Mmm hmm."

"I didn't really know what you meant until today."

"Oh?"

She nodded. "Today, when I was watching you, I noticed a lot of 
the little things _you_ do. Like when Kendall fell off the raft. 
Instead of laughing at her, you jumped right in like she'd simply 
had a good idea and it was time for us to take a swim."

I nodded, although I hadn't thought about it that much at the 
time. I'd just done it.

"Or when we got back on the raft. You waited until Kendall and I 
were safely on top, and you kinda hovered behind us, to catch us 
if either of us fell."

"Oh," I said, blushing. "I didn't realize I did that."

"I did," she said with a nod. "And you always make sure I'm 
seated before you sit down yourself. You open doors for me, and 
stuff like that."

"I'm just being polite," I said, trying to downplay things.

"Yeah, you are. But girls notice things like that, trust me."

I nodded, wishing that _I_ noticed all these nice things I was 
supposedly doing on purpose.

"I know Kendall notices them too," she said with a smile. Then 
she wrapped her other arm around my neck and clasped her fingers 
together. She gave me a smoldering look and her lips parted 
slightly.

I leaned forward and our lips met. It was a short kiss, but full 
of promise.

Then she looked at me seriously. "So when you said it's the 
little things that make you love me, I finally understood. I love 
some _big_ things about you," she said. Her serious expression 
turned to a grin as she wiggled her ass over my flaccid penis. 
"But I think it's all the little things that make me hopelessly 
in love with you."

"Good," I said succinctly.

Her lips moved toward mine and I kissed her again, softly at 
first, but with growing enthusiasm. Our kiss had the predictable 
result, and I began to stiffen against her bottom. She sighed her 
appreciation and pulled my hand against her breast. Her nipple 
immediately stiffened as I began to massage it. Fortunately, I 
remembered where we were and pulled back. She was breathless, her 
lips glistening, her eyes hooded and glassy with lust.

"We can't," I said. "Not out here."

"Unnnnh."

I shook my head.

"I want to feel you inside me," she said softly, heedless of who 
might see us.

"Not here."

"Yes here," she said. "You can slide down a little, I'll sit on 
your lap and slide your dick inside me. No one will know."

I shook my head again, more firmly this time.

"Please?"

"No."

When she realized I was serious, she came to her senses and 
looked around guiltily. Luckily, no one was around to see us, but 
that could change at any moment. She realized that, and settled 
for grinding her hips against my trapped erection.

"I'll take care of you later," I said.

She licked her lips and nodded.

"For now," I said softly, "let's just enjoy the feeling of my 
hard dick pressed against your ass. And you can imagine what 
it'll feel like when I slide it into you later."

She nodded enthusiastically and then rested her head on my 
shoulder.

We sat like that for ten or fifteen minutes, neither of us 
feeling the need to speak. She nuzzled my neck and kissed me 
lightly. A couple of people came and went through the clubhouse 
door, but no one paid us any attention. After a while, Gina 
lifted her head and gazed at me intently.

"Do you know what you're going to say to Kendall?" she asked.

I bobbed my head. "More or less."

"Yeah," she said, teasing me a little, "you've been going over it 
in your head, haven't you?"

My blush was all the answer she needed.

"See? That's what I like about you, you're logical, thoughtful, 
deliberate."

"Thanks."

"And later, you can logically, thoughtfully, and deliberately 
make love to me."

"Uh-huh."

"But right now," she said, "I want to talk about what you're 
going to say to Kendall." She paused for a moment and sighed 
wistfully. "I wish I could watch when you talk to her."

I started to try and dissuade her, but she cut me off.

"I know, I know. I can't. But I wish I could."

I nodded.

"Will you at least tell me about it? After?"

"Mmm hmm." I shifted her slightly, and the tip of my erection 
pressed against her labia. "_As hard as it is_," I said with mock 
solemnity, "to sit here and think about it, there's something 
else we need to talk about."

She couldn't help but grin at my bad allusion. Then she batted 
her eyes and wiggled her ass. "Yes?" she asked innocently.

"What if it works?"

"Huh?"

"What if my talk with Kendall works? If things go the way I think 
they might, she'll be pretty worked up. What if she says yes, 
that she wants to join us?"

"Yeah," Gina said, nodding. "I see what you mean. You're a 
gentleman," she said, her eyes twinkling. "You'd never get a lady 
all hot and bothered and then leave her to take care of herself."

I shook my head, a grin splitting my face.

She turned serious. "Are you going to have sex with her?"

I quickly shook my head. "No, that's for the three of us 
together. _If_ she wants to."

Gina nodded.

"But like I told you last year, there are a _lot_ of things we 
can do short of having sex."

"Oooooh," she cooed. "And I know how _good_ you are at some of 
those things."

I nodded. "But seriously. If she says yes, I may have a very 
horny girl on my hands."

"And you just might need to take care of her," she said, grinning 
mischievously.

"Mmm hmm."

"Would you tell me about that too?" she asked.

"Maybe," I said hesitantly. "I mean, normally I don't talk about 
it. You know that."

She nodded. "But if Kendall says yes--to being with us, I mean--
you can ask her about telling me. Can't you?"

"I guess I could. We'll see how things go."

She nodded, accepting the vagueness of my answer. Then she looked 
deep into my eyes, smiling languidly. "I love you, Paul Hughes," 
she said softly.

Behind us, the screen door opened again, but neither of us paid 
it any attention.

"I love you too," I said.

"And I can't wait until you talk to Kendall," she said, her voice 
sultry and full of desire.

"Talk to me about what?" Kendall asked from behind us. At our 
startled looks, she started to retreat. "Sorry," she said 
hastily. "I can come back, if it's a bad ti--"

"No," Gina and I said in unison.

"We were just talking," I said, trying to sooth Kendall's 
anxiety.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to intrude," she said as she backed 
away.

"Don't go," Gina said. "Seriously. We want you to join us."

Unfortunately, I couldn't stifle my snicker.

When Gina realized what she'd said, she started giggling too.

Kendall turned and almost ran.

"Kendall, wait," I said, imitating my dad's "command" voice.

She froze in her tracks.

"Please, come back. We were just talking about something serious, 
but I guess we got a little goofy." I could see her shoulders 
tense up with indecision. "Really, we're glad you're here."

She relaxed a bit, but not much.

"C'mon back and have a seat," I said soothingly. "Please?"

She undoubtedly heard the sincerity in my tone. Finally, she 
relaxed and turned. She looked at us for a moment, hesitantly, 
and then started toward us.

"Thanks," I said gratefully. "We were laughing at... something 
else, not you."

She nodded, pulled an adjacent chair over, and then spread her 
towel on it. When she was seated, she looked at us nervously.

I gently nudged Gina and she stood up. Fortunately, my erection 
had mostly subsided, but my dick was still tumescent. Kendall's 
eyes locked on it, but she averted them quickly. I smiled at Gina 
as she sat in her own chair. I stretched my legs, pointing my 
toes as the circulation slowly returned. Gina wasn't nearly heavy 
enough to cut off circulation, but I _had_ been sitting in the 
same position for quite a while.

We talked for a few minutes, getting Kendall to relax and accept 
the fact that we hadn't been laughing at her. Keen as ever, she 
quickly realized we were telling the truth.

"What did you want to talk to me about?" she asked at last.

I smiled warmly and looked at Gina. At her nod, I stood up. "Why 
don't we get a blanket and go for a walk," I suggested. 
"Somewhere where we can have a bit more privacy."

Gina nodded immediately.

Kendall looked from one of us to the other and then stood slowly.

I smiled as reassuringly as I could.

As we went to fetch a blanket, there were three distinct emotions 
pervading our silence: my anticipation, Gina's excited 
determination, and Kendall's nervousness. I smiled to myself and 
savored them all.

-----

We decided to go to the nature walk by the spillway. More and 
more, it was becoming our personal retreat. Once we spread our 
blanket on the ground, we sat down. I sat cross-legged, Gina sat 
on her knees, her legs folded demurely underneath her, and 
Kendall sat with her legs tucked to the side.

Suddenly, Kendall seemed a lot more nervous than she had on the 
walk down. I guess she could sense the excitement in the air, and 
I'm sure she noticed the furtive glances Gina and I shared 
several times. I decided to slow things down and try to put her 
at ease.

"Saturday is Manfred and Jenny's last day at camp," I said.

Kendall nodded.

"So they wanted to hike to the quarry."

She nodded again, smiling a little wistfully. "I understand. I 
guess I'll see you all when you get back."

I nodded, grinning. "Sure," I said offhandedly. "You'll see us 
when we get back."

Gina grinned as well.

"What?" Kendall asked anxiously.

"Well," I said, "we were hoping maybe you'd see us before then, 
too."

"You want me to meet you before you leave or something?" she 
asked, her confusion deepening.

"Something like that."

She shrugged. "I guess."

"Actually, we were hoping you could help Gina and Jenny fix 
lunch."

 From the confused expression on her face, I suspected she was 
coming to the (mistaken) conclusion that we were somehow taking 
advantage of her. But I'm sure she didn't think I'd be so 
callous, hence the confusion.

"After you girls fix lunch, you can even help us pack things in 
the backpacks," I said, trying to keep from grinning.

Gina couldn't help herself. Fortunately, Kendall couldn't see 
her.

"And then when everything's ready to go," I continued, "you could 
walk down the hill with us."

She shrugged. "I guess." She was beginning to get a little 
flustered, but was trying not to let it show. "And then I suppose 
I could just wave goodbye to you too?" she asked, a note of 
sarcasm creeping into her voice at last.

I shrugged expressively. "Actually," I said, deliberately drawing 
the phrase out, "we were kinda hoping you'd just come with us."

It wasn't the answer she'd been expecting, and it took her a 
moment to realize what I'd said.

When she looked up in surprise, I grinned broadly.

"You mean...?" she asked hopefully.

"Uh-huh."

"You want me to go with you?" Kendall asked. She looked from me 
to Gina, perplexed.

Finally, Gina burst out laughing. "You should see your face," 
Gina said, gasping for breath.

For a moment, I thought Kendall was going to get angry. But then 
she realized how we'd been teasing her. Reluctantly, she smiled. 
When I saw it, I chuckled richly. Gina's and my laughter was 
contagious, and she soon joined us.

"You're sneaky, Paul Hughes," Kendall said, shaking her head 
ruefully. Then she looked at Gina, who giggled again. Finally, 
the logical, contemplative Kendall asserted herself. "But you 
didn't bring me down here simply to ask me to go hiking with you, 
did you?"

"That depends," I said. "Do you _want_ to go hiking with us on 
Saturday?"

"Of course," she gushed. Then she quickly sobered and looked at 
Gina. "I mean, if that's okay with you."

"Of course it is," Gina said smoothly, all traces of mirth 
banished from her expression. "I want you to go as much as Paul 
does."

"Okay, then," Kendall said. "I'll go. Thanks for asking me." Then 
she turned to me and grimaced playfully. "Even if you were a butt 
about it," she said. "But you still didn't answer my question."

Gina and I exchanged a look and smiled at each other. Before I 
could answer Kendall, Gina stretched and yawned theatrically. 
"You know," she said casually, "I'm really worn out from 
volleyball. I think I'm gonna go take a hot bath and relax for a 
while."

"Oh," Kendall said, thinking things were winding down for the 
evening, despite the fact it was only dusk. She was obviously 
disappointed and a little mystified, but she tried to hide it. 
"Yeah, that does sound good."

"No," Gina said hastily. "You stay here." Then she caught herself 
and calmed down. "I mean, you and Paul can hang out if you want. 
I just wanna go up to the cabin and soak for a while."

Kendall looked at me, trying to figure out what was going on.

"I'll walk you up," I said to Gina. Then I turned to Kendall. 
"I'll be back in a few min--"

"No," Gina said, a little frantically. "Don't bother."

While Kendall was looking at Gina, I rolled my eyes emphatically. 
"It's no bother," I said as calmly as I could, hoping some of my 
composure would rub off on Gina. Once again, I turned to Kendall. 
"I'll be right back."

"No. You wait here," Gina said. "I can find my way back to the 
cabin." She was trying not to sound exasperated, and not doing a 
good job of it.

"I know," I said, ignoring her. I stood and reached for her hand, 
to help her up. "I'm at least going to walk you to the lake." I 
smiled reassuringly at Kendall and pulled Gina to her feet. "I'll 
be right back," I said to Kendall.

She looked a little bewildered as I ushered Gina toward the 
trail.

"What are you _doing?_" Gina hissed when we reached the spillway. 
The sound of the rushing water would easily cover our low-voiced 
conversation.

I put my hands on her shoulders and held her squarely. "Will you 
relax," I said.

She looked like she was going to bite off a terse reply, but then 
she calmed down. "Sorry," she said. "I guess I got a little 
eager."

"And completely goofy," I said with a gentle laugh.

She looked up quickly, but realized I was teasing her.

I pulled her close and kissed her forehead. "It's okay. You just 
need to trust me."

"I do trust you. I just get so excited sometimes."

"I know."

She looked up hopefully. "Are you sure I can't watch?"

"Very sure," I said dryly. "I'll tell you about it later. I don't 
know when I'll be by your cabin, but I'll definitely stop by when 
I come up the hill."

She nodded.

"Remember," I said gently, "the later it is, the better it is. 
Right?"

"Yes, sir," she said contritely, with only a hint of mocking. 
Then she looked up suddenly and said, "We haven't had sex all 
day."

Even though she had pitched her voice low, I reflexively looked 
around to see if anyone was near. Of course, no one was. I shook 
my head. "Sometimes it's nice to be a regular couple," I said. 
"Isn't it?"

She tilted her head to the side.

"We can talk about things, make decisions, and still show each 
other how much we love one another, all without having sex."

Her eyes widened a bit.

I nodded knowingly. "It's pretty cool, isn't it? And the 
anticipation will make it that much better when we _do_ have 
sex."

"Wow," she breathed. "Yeah."

"I'll bring the blanket when I come by your cabin." Then I 
stepped close to her, feeling the heat of her body wash over my 
skin. "I'll take care of you then. Okay?"

She nodded.

I bent to kiss her, and her body molded to mine. "Now," I said 
gently, when we broke the kiss, "Kendall's probably getting a 
little nervous."

"Yeah, I should let you get back." Then she shook her head in 
wonder.

"What?"

"I can't believe I'm about to say this."

"Say what?" I asked.

She looked at me earnestly. "Good luck."

I grinned.

"Yeah," she said slowly. "You're about to seduce another girl, 
and I just wished you good luck."

"Crazy, huh?"

"Very." Then she grinned shyly. "And I'm positively giddy, 
thinking about what'll happen if you succeed."

"Then you should take some time and _really_ enjoy your bath," I 
said.

She shook her head. "Uh-uh. I'm gonna save it all for you."

"Heaven help me," I said with feigned worry.

"Go on," she said, grinning. Before I turned, she pulled my head 
down and kissed me fiercely. A minute later, she came up for air. 
"Thank you for loving me," she said softly, a little breathless.

"Thank you for trusting me," I said. "And thank _you_ for loving 
_me_."

She simply nodded. "Go on. I love you."

"I love you too."

I watched her as she walked up the hill. When she crested the 
rise, I turned, took a deep breath, and walked back toward 
Kendall.

She was pacing when I returned.

"What's going on?" she asked a little crossly.

"That," I said insouciantly, "is a very long story."

"Something's up between you two, isn't it?"

"Yes and no," I said, being purposefully evasive.

"You're not going to break up with her, are you? No, it's not 
that," she said quickly. "Why won't you tell my why you asked me 
here? Does it have to do with Gina? You didn't do anything 
stupid, did you?" she asked accusingly. "No, it's not that 
either. She was too happy, too excited." Finally, she looked at 
me and narrowed her eyes. "You two are up to something."

I chuckled and then gestured toward the blanket. "D'you wanna sit 
down?"

"Will you explain what's going on?" she asked. When I nodded, she 
sank to the blanket, still tense.

I sat down in front of her. "First," I said, "nothing's wrong 
with Gina and me, with our relationship. Really, it couldn't be 
better."

Kendall's expression held a wealth of emotions: relief, 
disappointment, curiosity, and more.

"And 'what's going on' is that I wanted to spend some time alone 
with you."

"Huh?"

"I wanted to spend some time alone with you," I repeated slowly, 
grinning.

"Why?" she croaked, swallowing hard.

"Because you and I haven't had two minutes by ourselves since you 
got here," I said frankly, even though that was only _half_ the 
truth.

"Well, I'm not your girlfriend," she said with a trace of 
bitterness. She blinked several times, clearing her eyes.

"No, but..."

"But what?"

I took a deep breath.

"But what?" she asked, a little anxiously.

"It's a long story," I said simply.

"If Gina doesn't want you to talk to me, that's fine," she said 
softly.

"Think about that for a minute. Tell me if it makes sense."

She grinned sheepishly. "No, I guess it doesn't."

I shook my head.

"She practically told you to stay, so we could talk."

"Uh-huh. Does that seem like a girl who doesn't want me talking 
to you?"

"No."

"No," I said gently, "it doesn't." Then I chuckled. "You know, 
when it comes to other people's emotions, you're pretty good. But 
when you're flustered, your perception gets shot to hell." When 
she started to react, I reached out and took her hand. "She 
wanted us to stay, because she knew we need to talk. She _wants_ 
us to talk."

She looked up, her eyes going round and moist. "Why?"

"Because I've got something serious to talk to you about. And 
something serious to ask you."

"What?"

"_That_ is the long story."

"You keep telling me that," she said somewhat bitterly, "but 
you're not telling me what the story is."

I laughed softly. "Yeah, you're right. Sorry." I took a deep 
breath and waited for her to look up. When she did, I smiled. "I 
was going to tell you this story about a boyfriend, a girlfriend, 
another girl, and their relationship."

She nodded.

"Only the story was really going to be about me, Gina, and you."

"Right," she said. "A roman a clef."

"Huh?"

"Never mind."

Despite the fact that I had no idea what she was talking about, I 
grinned at her eagerness and apprehension.

"What's so funny?"

"You," I said. "You're all worked up, and worried, and eager at 
the same time."

"Can you blame me?" she asked, harsher than she'd intended. 
"Sorry."

"It's okay. But before you get any more worried," I said softly, 
"this is a good story. And I hope it has a happy ending, for all 
of us."

"Huh?"

"Well, I was going to tell you about the boyfriend and the 
girlfriend, and the other girl, who was a friend to both of 
them."

"And?"

"I'll get to that part," I said patiently. "Anyway, I was going 
to talk about how the girlfriend knew that the other girl was in 
love with her boyfriend."

"Oh my goodness," she breathed. "I'm so sorry--"

I held up my hand to forestall her rushed apologies. "Hold on a 
second, lemme finish."

She nodded anxiously.

"So where was I? Oh yes. I was going to tell you about how the 
girlfriend knew the other girl was in love with the boyfriend. 
And then I was going to pause a second, to let that sink in. 
After I'd made you wait a little bit, I was going to tell you 
that the boyfriend was in love with the other girl."

"And not the girlfriend?" she asked, completely hooked by the 
story.

I shook my head. "The boyfriend's in love with _both_ girls."

Her jaw fell, but she quickly closed it.

"Only, I knew you'd see through my little story and figure it 
out."

She nodded, tears welling up.

"So I decided to skip the story, and come right out and tell 
you."

"Tell me what?" she asked, even though she probably knew what I 
was going to say.

I took a deep breath and then paused. "Are you sure you want to 
hear this?" I asked. I was teasing her a little bit, but only a 
little bit.

She nodded quickly, her lip trembling.

"Okay. Here goes..." I held her gaze with my own. "Kendall, I love 
you."

She paused for a moment, lowered her head, and stared at her 
hands. "Why're you telling me this?" she asked morosely.

Needless to say, that _wasn't_ the reaction I'd been expecting. 
"What do you mean? I thought you felt the same way."

"I do," she whispered. "So why tell me? You've got a girlfriend."

"But I thought..."

She looked up suddenly, tears streaming down her face. "I've been 
in love with you since last year. Don't you see? You're the only 
guy who's ever treated me like a person. And worse, you're a nice 
guy, a sweet guy. You actually _talk_ to me instead of staring at 
my tits." Then, sullenly, "You're the only guy I've ever felt 
this way about."

"No guy in high school...?" When she looked at me fiercely, I 
nearly quailed.

"I went to a _girls_ prep school," she said acerbically.

"Oh."

"So I spent the last _year_ wondering what would happen when we 
came to camp this year. I was hoping that you and Gina... Oh, never 
mind." She sniffled and wiped her eyes. "But when I got here, and 
you were both waiting for me, I wanted to curl up somewhere dark 
and far, far away. Even worse, you're as nice as ever, you look 
like _that_," she said, gesturing at me, "and you're even as tall 
as me. For a week, I've been trying to hide my feelings for you. 
Worse still, I _like_ Gina. But even if I didn't, I wouldn't try 
to break you up. It's like I've been dying inside, seeing how 
happy you two are together. So how am I supposed to feel when you 
tell me you love me, but that I can't have you?"

"Wait a minute," I said reasonably. "Let's slow down."

She sniffled and looked at me blankly.

"I had this all planned out," I said, mostly to myself, "and this 
is _not_ how it was supposed to happen."

"I'm sorry I messed up your evening," she said dejectedly. She 
stood slowly and started to walk off.

I jumped up and quickly caught her. "Wait."

"Why?" she asked sullenly.

When she gazed into my eyes, she looked so vulnerable that I 
wanted to kick myself for hurting her.

"Why?" she asked again.

"Because..."

Her eyes pleaded with me.

"Because I love you," I said simply. "And the last thing I ever 
wanted to do was hurt you. I'm in love with you _and_ Gina. I 
can't explain it, but that's how I feel."

She stepped close to me, so close that I could feel the heat of 
her body. "Thank you," she whispered, looking down. Then she 
looked up fiercely. "But I'm not going to do anything to break up 
y--"

I don't know what came over me next. Maybe it was her openness. 
Maybe it was her vulnerability. Maybe it was simply the fact that 
I didn't want her to finish what she was obviously going to say. 
Instead of letting her speak, I pulled her toward me and our lips 
met. She protested a little, at first, but as her body pressed 
against mine, she relaxed and leaned into me.

Slowly, awkwardly at first, she wrapped her arms around me. I 
cradled her with a hand at the small of her back and pulled her 
hips against me. My lips pressed against hers and I gently pushed 
my tongue between them. She opened her mouth a little clumsily, 
but quickly got into it. We kissed until she ran out of breath 
and pulled back.

"We can't do this," she said, licking her lips and panting 
slightly. "We can't. Gina--"

I kissed her again. She moaned into my mouth but didn't pull 
away. It was a full kiss, a passionate kiss, a movie kiss, and 
she melted against me. When I finally pulled back, her eyes were 
closed and she looked more beautiful than ever.

"You think you've got it all figured out," I said softly. "But 
you don't."

She opened her eyes to look at me, her lower lip trembling.

"You've got this big blind spot when it comes to your own 
emotions," I said. I was still holding her close, and was acutely 
aware of the fact that my penis was pressed against her thigh. I 
was also aware of the fact that her full breasts were crushed 
between us. "Think about it for a second," I said urgently. "Gina 
knows how you feel about me. She also knows how I feel about 
you."

She blinked, her eyes still moist.

"When you came up to us earlier and we were having that serious 
conversation, what do you think we were talking about?" I asked 
rhetorically. "We were talking about you."

"But..."

"But what? Gina practically insisted that you and I have some 
time alone tonight," I said. "You saw how she reacted when she 
thought you were going to leave."

She nodded uncertainly.

"She did that _knowing_ how we felt about each other."

"She knows how you feel about me?" she asked, my words suddenly 
registering. She looked shocked and a little scared.

I nodded.

"Then why did she...?"

"Because she trusts me," I said. "And she loves me. And I think," 
I said softly, "that she loves _you_ too, at least as a friend." 
_As probably _more_ than a friend,_ I thought. But this wasn't 
the time to mention that part. Not yet, at least. "So she wanted 
me to spend some time alone with you." I pulled her close. "Does 
that make sense?"

She shook her head.

I kissed her again, long and sweet and hot. She eagerly responded 
against me, moaning softly.

"If you keep doing that," she said, breathless, "I'm going to 
forget about not trying to break up your relationship."

I shook my head, grinning. "Don't worry. No matter what you do, 
you're not going to break up any relationship."

She nodded and hung her head. "I know."

I kissed her on the forehead. "But that doesn't mean you can't be 
_part_ of that relationship." I had to pull back quickly, for 
fear of her smashing my nose, when she looked up suddenly. 
"That's part of the long story," I said.

"Lemme guess," she said, almost sarcastically. "You wanna have 
your cake and eat it too?"

"Well," I replied, getting the gist of what she was talking 
about, "it's a _lot_ more complicated than that."

"Oh?"

"Listen," I said softly, "I've put a lot of thought into this. I 
definitely don't want to hurt your feelings. I like you too much, 
I _love_ you too much, and I respect you too much to do anything 
to hurt you."

She nodded.

"So you need to decide if you trust me or not. Do you really 
think I'm some womanizing cad, simply out to have sex with every 
girl I find attractive? If that were the case, I could've had sex 
with you last year."

"Yeah, I know. In a way, I wish you had."

I shook my head. "I wanted to, believe me, but it probably 
would've ruined our relationship. I think this'll be better."

"How?" she asked hopefully, looking up.

"Do you trust me?"

Timidly, "Yes."

"Do you love me?" I asked.

Her eyes softened, and she nodded.

I nodded toward the blanket. "Then why don't we lie down, and 
I'll tell you the rest of the story."

"Okay," she said softly.

She lay on her back, and I propped myself on an elbow to her 
side. I wanted to be able to see her face as I talked to her. I 
also wanted her to be able to feel the presence of my body--close 
but not touching, not until she wanted me to. When she was 
settled, she looked up at me anxiously. I leaned in to kiss her, 
and she moaned softly as our lips met. I rested my hand on her 
supple stomach, feeling the tension ease out of her as our kiss 
heated up.

"I was going to tell you this story," I said, "while I was 
playing with you."

"Huh?"

I moved my hand toward her manicured pubic hair. "You know, 
_playing with you_."

She swallowed hard.

"But I decided against it," I said.

"Why?" she asked, a little crestfallen.

"Because it wouldn't be fair. I'd originally thought that I'd 
tell you what I needed to tell you, and get you worked up as I 
did. When it came time to ask you the big question, you'd be so 
worked up that you'd say yes. But you'd say yes because you were 
horny. And I couldn't take advantage of you that way."

"Why not? And what's this big question?"

"The big question will come later, after you know the rest of the 
story. You've got to know everything else before you can answer 
the question."

"What if I don't get the answer right?"

I chuckled softly. "It's not a right/wrong kinda thing. There's 
only one right answer, and it's the answer that's right for 
_you_. I know what I want, and I know what Gina wants, but you've 
got to decide what you want."

"Does it have something to do with you and Gina?" she asked.

I nodded. "And you."

"Me?"

"Mmm hmm. If you want."

"How?" she breathed.

"Well," I said, taking a deep breath, "_that_ is the story. Are 
you ready?"

She nodded, a little uncertainly. "I think so."

"Okay, here goes."

So I told her. I started at the end of last summer, and told her 
about how I was conflicted and confused about who I loved. I told 
her about writing to Gina, and how things had slacked off when we 
both got involved with school or sports. I told her about Amy, in 
general detail, and about the pregnancy scare.

"That was a stupid thing to do," Kendall said sharply.

"Yeah, it was. And it's something I'm going to have to deal with 
when I get home," I said. "But I created the problem, so I'll 
deal with it. I may not like it, but it's my responsibility."

She nodded and gestured for me to continue, so I did. I told her 
about coming to camp, and how I talked with "a friend" here, 
about relationships. I told her about The Talk with Gina, and how 
badly things had gone after that.

"Yeah," she said. "I can see that in her. She broods about 
problems."

"Uh-huh."

"But you were saying..."

"Right." I told her about Gina's weeklong 'lapse of sanity' and 
how Kara helped. I also told her about Stacy, and how she was in 
love with me. Kendall's eyes tightened when I mentioned the older 
girl, but they softened as I described how Stacy had tried to 
help get Gina back.

"She really loves you," Kendall said softly.

I nodded.

"She was willing to give you up, just so you could be happy with 
Gina?"

"Yes," I said heavily.

"I know how she feels," she said, her voice soft.

I kissed her tenderly. When I pulled back, I told her about Kara 
taking Gina and me to task, and The Second Talk. I left out the 
part about Gina liking girls, though. _One step at a time,_ I 
thought. Then I told her about how Gina and I had tentatively 
started talking again, while we were moving Mr. Kestrel's things.

"You mean you really _were_ cleaning his house?" Kendall asked 
suddenly.

I nodded, grinning. "More or less."

"What do you mean 'more or less'?" she asked suspiciously.

"I'll get to that part."

"Then hurry up," she said. "This is getting pretty good. I still 
don't see what it has to do with me, but you _do_ know how to 
tell a story."

"Maybe it's all those books you and Gina are foisting on me."

She grinned, unrepentantly.

I shared her grin and then continued. I told her about how Gina 
and I had gotten back together, and about our picnic at the 
glade. I left out the salacious details, but from the look in her 
eyes, Kendall's imagination was in high gear. As I was talking 
about getting back together with Gina, I got an erection. Instead 
of moving my hips away from Kendall, I simply let my hardness 
press against her hip. Her eyes widened, but she didn't say 
anything.

Then I dropped the bombshell. I'd wavered on whether or not to 
tell her about my and Gina's parents' swinging. On one hand, it 
wasn't something I'd normally share with her or anyone else. But 
on the other, it was an integral part of the kind of relationship 
Gina and I were defining for ourselves. In the end, I decided to 
tell Kendall about it. When I did, her eyes widened further and 
she looked at me skeptically.

"You're kidding, right?" she asked.

I simply shook my head.

"Your parents are swingers? I mean, I sorta know what that means, 
but are you talking about what I think you're talking about?"

"Probably. I mean, I know Gina's and my parents swing together. 
And I know there are probably other people involved, but I 
haven't figured out who. To be honest, I've kinda been too busy 
with my own life to pay much attention to it."

She nodded distractedly. "Keep going," she said.

I stifled a grin and nodded. When I told her about the 
conversation Gina and I had had at the quarry lake, about Gina 
watching me with another girl, Kendall's eyes snapped open.

"You mean _me_, don't you?" she breathed.

"If you want," I said, nodding. "I mean, I'm not going to rape 
you or anything."

"You wouldn't have to rape me," she said softly. Then she looked 
up bashfully and said, "Unless you want to."

"Huh?"

"Never mind."

I filed the comment away and kept speaking. I told her about 
talking with Gina about the idea of me with another girl, and how 
I'd thought she might not be ready for the reality of it.

Kendall nodded.

"Gina gets excited... um... watching people," I said simply.

"Yeah." Then she grew quiet. "I kinda do too. I watch people all 
the time. And sometimes, I make up little stories in my head 
about what's going on between them. Sometimes my little stories 
are very... um... hot. I guess it's from all the reading I do--I've 
read some pretty steamy stuff."

"I'll bet."

"None of it's as good as your life, though" she said.

"Maybe I'll write a book someday," I said facetiously.

She laughed. "Keep going."

I smiled and then told her about Gina wanting to see me with her, 
but being scared about losing me. She nodded knowingly, and I 
continued. I started telling her about having sex with both Gina 
and Kara. As I did, I carefully watched her expression. When she 
didn't react with outrage, I told her about the previous day.

"So you _weren't_ cleaning," she said. "I _knew_ it."

"Well," I said, "we _did_ clean the house. We just... um... did a 
little more than clean."

Once again, my erection was pressed against her hip, and I knew 
she was aware of it, but she didn't say anything about it.

"I guess you could call it a trial run," I said. "Gina and I 
needed to see if she could handle seeing me with another girl."

"One who wouldn't betray her and try to steal you away."

I nodded.

"So you want to have sex with me, while Gina watches?" she asked 
frankly.

I could see the warring emotions in her eyes: arousal, 
frustration, interest, and resentment.

"Is that all I am to you two?" she asked harshly.

"No," I said quickly, firmly. I kept my voice deliberately mild 
as I said, "Tell me something: if Gina simply wanted to watch me 
have sex with you, and that's all we cared about, she could hide 
somewhere around this clearing, couldn't she?" I gestured around 
us. "You'd never know she was there. Would you?"

She shook her head.

"And if I didn't care about you, I maybe could've just had sex 
with you, while Gina secretly watched. Right?"

"No," she said, bristling.

I suddenly realized that I sounded like I was taking her for 
granted. "Maybe, maybe not," I said, temporizing and trying to 
soothe her indignation.

"Okay, so what if you could have?"

"The fact is, I didn't. Instead of simply seducing you, I talked 
to you. I told you things that no one other than Gina and I know. 
I want you to be _part_ of my life, I don't want you to be simply 
an episode."

Her eyes softened. "Why?"

"Because I love you. And I want you to be happy."

She nodded minutely and then calmed down a little. "Yeah, you 
could have us fighting over you, if you wanted to. You could have 
us begging you, like Drew with Jill and Trish."

I started to shake my head, but she cut me off.

"Oh yes you could, and you know it. I know you saw what Drew was 
doing."

I shrugged.

"But I also saw how you reacted. He's my brother, and I love him, 
but he's a real jerk sometimes. You're not like that. Instead of 
pitting us against each other, you're trying to make us both 
happy."

"Yeah."

"But why tell me all of this?" she asked. She laughed ruefully. 
"Do I look _that_ lovesick and desperate?"

I quickly shook my head. "Not at all."

"I am, you know? I guess there's no harm telling you, now. You 
already seem to know, and Gina does too. I _am_ that lovesick and 
desperate for you. But why tell me this? What makes you think 
I'll go along?"

"I don't even know if you remember this, but it was something I 
said right before you left, last summer."

She arched an eyebrow.

"I said something like 'it's too bad you can't share me,' and you 
actually looked thoughtful instead of scandalized."

"I remember that." She paused and closed her eyes, smiling 
dreamily. "Oh, I definitely remember that."

"And," I said slowly, "there's something more."

When I paused for a long moment, she became apprehensive. "Is it 
something I've done?" she asked.

"No," I said quickly, shaking my head. "It's..." I took a deep 
breath. "Okay, it's something I debated whether to tell you or 
not. It's serious, and I really don't know how you'll react. Gina 
says I'm very deliberate, and I guess I am. I don't like to do 
something unless I know how it'll come out."

She nodded, relaxing a little now that I was talking again.

"Gina says I think things through, and try to figure out how my 
actions will affect other people."

"You do," she said softly.

I nodded. "Yeah, I guess I do, but I never realized it before. 
Anyway, I really have no idea how you're going to react to this, 
and it kinda worries me. I mean, you're really important to me, 
as important as Gina. So I don't want to do anything to disgust 
you."

She reached up and touched my face. "You'll never do anything to 
disgust me," she said.

"Well, I dunno. Though I don't know if disgust is the right word. 
'Scare' may be a better one."

"What could you possibly have to tell me that's so bad?" Try as 
hard as she might, she couldn't keep the nervousness from her 
voice.

I took a deep breath. "One of the reasons Gina really wants... um... 
wants you to join us is that she..."

"She what?"

"She thinks you're really beautiful."

Her brow furrowed in confusion. "Is that it?"

I gathered my courage and steeled myself for a possible slap. 
"Gina likes girls too. She's... um... she's attracted to you."

Much to my surprise, Kendall laughed--and it wasn't a little 
tittering giggle either, it was a full-throated laugh. When she 
saw my stunned expression, she grew serious. "What's the matter?" 
she asked.

"That doesn't bother you?"

She put her hand against my cheek, caressing me gently. "Oh, 
sweetie, I went to an _all-girls_ school. I read _lots_ of books. 
Do you think this is the first time I've heard about a girl who's 
bisexual?"

"Oh." I felt myself blushing. "I guess I hadn't thought about it 
before."

"I may be a good country girl from Tennessee," she said, 
affecting a Southern drawl, "but I know about city girls and 
their city ways."

"Now you're just teasing me," I said, blushing deeper still.

She grinned, nodding.

"Don't tell me you like girls too," I said, almost in 
exasperation.

She shrugged, but didn't look revolted or anything. "I guess I 
never really thought about it. I had some good friends who liked 
girls, though. They were never real obvious about it, but I could 
tell. Although I wonder why I never saw it in Gina," she mused. 
"I guess now that I know, a lot of little things make sense, but 
I don't think I would've figured it out on my own."

"Oh."

"Is that what you were worried about telling me?"

I nodded.

"Well, I guess I am a little shocked, but I'm not appalled, if 
that's what you were worried about. My mom would probably go 
nuts, but she's so straitlaced." Then she paused for a long 
moment, contemplating. "I think you're right, I _do_ have a blind 
spot when it comes to my own emotions."

"Huh?" I asked, stumbling at the non sequitur.

She laughed softly. "As you've been telling me this whole story 
and we've been talking, I calmed down a lot. Earlier, I was 
pretty worried, and all worked up because of how you were acting. 
Now, it's easier for me to see things, to figure out how I'm 
feeling." She smiled, nodded, and then turned pensive. "Does Gina 
want me to do it with her too?" she asked suddenly, returning the 
conversation to its original tack.

"Only if you want to," I said. "She understands that you might 
not be into girls--"

"Bisexual," she said distractedly.

"Bisexual," I said, fitting my mouth around the unfamiliar word. 
"So we were gonna leave that up to you."

"I don't know if I could," she said. "I mean, I've never thought 
about it." Then she laughed ruefully. "See? Now I'm worried. When 
I get emotional, I can't think about things."

"Trust me," I said soothingly, "I know how _that_ is."

She regained her composure somewhat and smiled. "You know, most 
guys would've simply taken advantage of me, or Gina, or _both_ of 
us."

I nodded.

"I guess that's one of the reasons I... we... love you. One thing I 
am worried about, though. And I promised myself I'd never ask a 
guy this, but..." She grinned bashfully. "Why me?"

"What do you mean?"

"Why me?" she repeated. "Why choose me?"

"Well, you're the girl I'm in love with. One of them, at least. 
And you're the girl Gina and I are attracted to."

"But Jenny's prettier than me," she said in a small voice.

I shook my head. "I don't think so. And neither does Gina."

"Okay, so why?"

"You're smart."

"Is that it?!" she asked, eyes wide.

I grinned. "Well, you _are_ beautiful, but yeah, that's basically 
it. Smart is sexy. Believe it or not, Gina and I actually talked 
about this. The reason you're so attractive is 'cause you're 
smart. We enjoy talking to you, being around you--Gina 
especially. So, 'why you?' Well, for the same reasons I'm 
attracted to Gina, why I think you're both really sexy: you're 
brainy _and_ beautiful."

"I never thought I'd get a guy with my brain," she said, 
laughing. When she did, her breasts bounced and she looked down 
at them. "I always thought I'd get 'em with these," she said 
candidly.

"Well," I said, staring pointedly at her flattened breasts, 
"those didn't _hurt_."

"Thanks." Then she turned coy. "So, what if I say yes?"

"Yes to what?" Sometimes, I can be a bit dense.

"Oh my goodness, _this_ is why you want me to go hiking with you, 
isn't it?"

"Yes and no," I said hastily, finally Getting It. "Yes, this was 
a possibility. But if you said no, we'd still want you to go 
hiking with us. I mean, we really like you, as a friend or... as..."

"As your girlfriend?"

I reflexively started to say, "I already have a girlfriend," but 
I caught myself in time.

She must have read the expression on my face. "You already have a 
girlfriend," she said.

"I don't think there are any rules about how many girlfriends a 
guy can have," I said diffidently.

"No, because girls make those rules."

I nodded.

"So I think Gina and I can work things out. But what if I say 
yes?" she asked again. "What then?" Most of the time we'd been 
talking, I'd rested my hand on her stomach. I also still had an 
erection, and it was pressed against her hip. Suddenly, she was 
acutely aware of both. When I didn't answer her, she grinned 
shyly at me. "If I say yes, will you make love to me?"

Before I answered, I kissed her, gently at first, but with 
increasing heat. When I pulled back, I looked into her eyes. "Not 
yet. It's a promise I made to Gina."

She nodded, a little sadly. "On Saturday, then?"

"If you'd like."

She made a show of considering it.

I began to panic, until I realized she was teasing me.

"Will Gina want me to touch her, to... um... make love to her too?"

I shook my head. "Not if you don't want to."

That seemed to satisfy her. "But what about tonight?"

"Well," I said slyly, sliding my hand through her soft, trimmed 
pubic hair.

She closed her eyes and her nostrils flared.

I dipped my head and brought my lips close to her ear. When I 
spoke softly, she could feel my warm breath on her skin. "That 
depends," I said. "There are a lot of things we _can_ do, short 
of making love."

When I moved my lips to kiss her, she whimpered and arched her 
back. Her breasts pressed against my chest. "Oh," she breathed, 
"I've waited so long for this."

My fingers found her moist sex, and I gently spread her outer 
labia.

"I might not have you all to myself," she said, "but I'll enjoy 
what I do have."

I nodded and then moved my fingers over her clit. She moaned, her 
lips crushing against mine as she clutched my head.

-----

We spent the next couple of hours in the clearing, simply 
exploring, enjoying, and talking. She was a little shy about her 
body at first, so we mostly lay close and gently caressed each 
other. I discovered that her nipples were very sensitive, and 
almost brought her off once, simply by sucking them. When I 
dipped my fingers into her channel--she was incredibly wet, but I 
could barely get two fingers inside her--she erupted in a 
shuddering, nearly silent orgasm.

Later, we kissed while I stroked myself. She cried out with joy 
and surprise when my come splashed against her smooth stomach. 
Then she grinned shyly as she told me she didn't realize it would 
be so hot. She promised that next time, she'd make me come, 
instead of me jerking off. I told her I simply enjoyed being with 
her, that the orgasm was just a bonus.

Before we walked back up the hill, we took a quick dip in the 
lake, to wash off and cool down. As we slowly, reluctantly headed 
toward her camper, we talked quietly. She was nervous about Gina 
watching, and possibly participating, although she was open and 
honest about it. But she definitely wanted to be with me, to give 
herself to me fully.

When I finally dropped her off at her Winnebago, it was almost 
eleven thirty. As I kissed her goodnight, she clung to me 
desperately.

"I keep thinking I'll wake up tomorrow morning, and this'll all 
be a dream."

"It _is_ a dream," I whispered. "But we're living it."

"I can't believe I have to share you. But I guess sharing's 
better than not having."

I nodded.

"I...," she said. "I've never said this to anyone, not like this." 
She took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

When she looked at me, my heart felt like it was going to burst.

"I... I love you," she said.

"I love you too."

Her eyes closed again, and two tears rolled from under her 
lashes. "I dreamed of you saying that to me," she breathed. Then 
she opened her eyes--they were shiny with moisture. "But actually 
hearing it is better than I ever imagined," she said, hugging me 
tightly.

I took the opportunity to nuzzle her ear.

"I'd better let you get back to Gina," she said softly.

"Yeah, she's probably ready to explode with anticipation."

She chuckled. "She doesn't handle delayed gratification very 
well, does she?"

I didn't know exactly what she was talking about, but if she 
meant that Gina didn't like to wait, she was exactly right. I 
shook my head, agreeing with her.

"Go," she said. "Go talk to your first girlfriend."

I kissed her again and then waited until she closed the camper's 
door behind her. Then I slung the blanket over my shoulder and 
headed toward the cabins. At ours, Erin was asleep, but Mom was 
still up, reading. When I came in, she smiled.

"Did you have a good night?" she asked, her voice pitched low.

I nodded, grinning.

"Good."

"I need to go talk to Gina," I said.

"Oh?" She closed her book, keeping her place with her finger, and 
laid it upon her lap. "I thought you were with her tonight."

I felt my cheeks warming as I shook my head. "Um... no. I was with 
Kendall."

"Is everything okay?"

I nodded.

"Does Gina know you were with Kendall?"

I grinned bashfully and nodded again.

"Oh," she said quietly. "I think I understand." Then she looked 
at me and smiled. "Gina's a lot like her mother."

"I guess."

"Trust me, she is."

"Oh, yeah," I said. "I guess you'd--"

"Mmm hmm. I'd know, all right." Then she grinned. "Judging by 
your expression, I'd say Kendall wasn't all that shocked by the 
idea."

I looked up suddenly.

Her grin was warm, but self-satisfied.

"I keep forgetting how perceptive you are," I said.

"Mmm hmm, you do."

"Sorry, Mom."

"Oh, don't worry about it, honey. Sometimes it's fun to see your 
face when you realize I know more than you thought I did. When 
you have children, you'll understand what I'm talking about."

I nodded.

"Well, you'd better go find Gina and tell her the good news." She 
started to look down at her book and I felt myself blushing 
again.

"Um... Mom?"

"Yes, dear?"

"Since it's already close to midnight, d'you think I could stay 
out later? I mean, um... talking to Gina might take longer than a 
few minutes."

"Talking?" she asked archly, her eyes smiling.

I looked at my feet.

"Oh, to be young again, and full of energy."

I grinned sheepishly.

"Yes, dear. You can stay out later, _if_ it's okay with Chris and 
Elizabeth."

"Thanks, Mom."

"You're welcome. Be home by one. Okay?"

I bent down and kissed her on the cheek.

She looked up at me fondly. "Wake me up when you get home. You 
know I can't sleep until I know you're home safe."

I grinned at our private joke and then turned to go. She was 
smiling indulgently as she opened her book. I slowly closed the 
screen door, so it wouldn't wake Erin, and then raced up the hill 
to Gina's cabin. She ran down the stairs as soon as she heard me 
coming.

"What took you so long?" she asked urgently.

My smile was answer enough. "Can you see if your parents will let 
you stay out 'til one?" I asked.

She nodded, kissed me quickly, and then practically flew inside.

I climbed the steps and waited on her porch. A few minutes later, 
I heard her emerge from her parents' room. (Gina's cabin actually 
had two bedrooms, one for her parents and one for her and her 
sisters.) She came out quietly, a smile on her face.

Instead of finding someplace comfortable--and potentially 
exposed--we simply walked into the darkness between the cabins. 
Once we were safely out of the light, I spread the blanket on the 
ground and we sat down.

Without preamble, Gina reached for my manhood. When she had me 
nice and hard, she scooted forward. She hooked her legs over 
mine, slid forward some more, and set the tip of my erection 
against her drenched pussy.

"I've been so hot, just thinking about what you were doing," she 
said softly. "I want to get you inside me and then you can tell 
me all about it."

In truth, I'd forgotten to ask Kendall if she minded me telling 
Gina about what had happened. Given how Kendall had taken to the 
entire idea, I didn't think she'd mind. Then Gina lifted her hips 
and slid onto my cock. I stopped thinking coherently. Her pelvis 
ground against mine as she settled to the ground. By wrapping our 
arms around each other, I discovered that we could easily sit up 
while still joined. It must have been something she'd seen her 
parents do, because I certainly never would've thought of the 
position.

"Mmmmm," she breathed. When her eyes fluttered open, she grinned 
at me. "Now," she said quietly, "tell me everything."

I told her everything.

By the time I was done, there were tears in her eyes.

"What's the matter?" I asked her, my erection flagging.

"You're just such a great guy," she said. "Kendall and I are 
lucky to have you."

I shook my head. "_I'm_ the lucky one."

With that, she awkwardly pulled her feet back, one at a time, and 
tucked them alongside my thighs. When she completed the maneuver, 
she was straddling my hips. She then pushed me onto my back, 
crushed herself against my chest, and showed me exactly _how_ 
lucky I was.

It was actually a few minutes after one when I finally got home. 
I bent over Mom's sleeping form and gave her a quick kiss. She 
mumbled that she loved me, and I pulled the sheet over her 
shoulders. When I finally climbed into bed, I was exhausted but 
happy.

A lot of guys were lucky to have one girlfriend, I reflected. I 
had two. Did that make me twice as lucky? No. Four times as 
lucky? Maybe. Ten times as lucky? Possibly. Because I had Gina 
and Kendall, I didn't know if there really _was_ a limit on how 
lucky I was.

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