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Author: Nick Scipio
Title: Summer Camp - Book 3: Kendall
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, teen, oral
Revision: 1.0
Word Count: 8,969
Web Site: http://www.nickscipio.com/summercamp/book3/
FTP Site: ftp://ftp.nickscipio.com/summercamp/book3/
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                       STANDARD DISCLAIMER

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 
the written permission of the author, Nick Scipio 
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Summer Camp - Book 3: Kendall
by Nick Scipio

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Kendall slept most of Saturday. The few times she got up, I 
forced water on her. Her nose eventually cleared up, but her 
headache and upset stomach lasted most of the day. Her stuffed-up 
nose was probably from the cocaine ("coke nose," Felicia had 
called it), but also I recognized the classic signs of a hangover 
when I saw them.

While Kendall slept, I puttered around the house. My parents 
called, concerned that they hadn't been able to reach me the 
night before. They had even called Elizabeth Coulter, who had 
driven to our house, only to find it dark and empty.

I told Mom that Kendall and I had gone out to dinner and a late 
movie. I didn't broach the subject of my "emergency" spending, 
though. I wanted to save that for when I could talk to her face 
to face.

I assured her that everything was fine, and promised to call 
Elizabeth to set her mind at ease as well. Mom said that they 
were having fun in New York City and then asked if I wanted her 
to bring anything back. After my spending spree from the previous 
night, though, I decided to forego anything from New York.

Finally, we said goodbye and hung up.

Since Kendall was still sleeping off her hangover, I decided to 
work out. I had a lot on my mind, and I was going crazy without 
anything to do.

My initial anger and frustration over Kendall's cocaine use had 
cooled, but I was still disturbed by it. As I did crunches, I 
thought about what I wanted to say to her. I went over imaginary 
conversations in my head, but all of them ended badly.

Then I began thinking about why cocaine was "wrong." It was 
illegal, but why? Who said it was wrong? Society?

A lot of people would say that nudism was wrong. But that didn't 
make it true.

An even larger number of people would say that swinging was wrong 
as well. But Susan and my parents had always taught me that love 
and communication were the keys to a good relationship, rather 
than sexual fidelity.

Trust was definitely important, but it was possible to have sex 
with another person without breaking the bond of trust in a 
relationship. My parents were living proof of that. They were an 
exception to the rule, but they were the "norm" I was familiar 
with.

So if society said that nudism and swinging were wrong--but I was 
raised to know better--what was different about cocaine? What was 
different about _any_ drug, for that matter? Who made the rules 
about what was right and what was wrong?

As I launched into another round of exercises, I chuckled darkly 
at my philosophical turn. I still wasn't _happy_ about Kendall's 
cocaine use, but the line between "right" and "wrong" had blurred 
a little.

Still, I felt that cocaine was "wrong." I saw what it did to 
Felicia. She wasn't a junkie on the street, but she was 
definitely under the spell of the drug. For that matter, 
_Kendall_ had been as well, if only for a little while. She had 
turned into a different person when she snorted the white powder.

In the end, I decided that cocaine seemed like nothing but 
trouble. I could rationalize that society had arbitrarily decided 
that it was "wrong," but I still couldn't avoid the conclusion 
that _I_ thought it was wrong.

I had been raised to avoid drugs, and for most of my life, I had. 
I couldn't shake the feeling that I was making the same 
subjective decision that society had, but I couldn't deny my 
values. My parents had spent more than eighteen years instilling 
them, and I wasn't going to revolutionize my attitude in an 
afternoon.

Finally, I resolved to talk to Kendall. I wouldn't take a hard 
line, and I'd try to be understanding, but I wasn't going to let 
her off the hook.

I _couldn't_ know how cocaine made her feel, but I could try to 
understand why she'd felt the need to use it. I knew her well 
enough to know--to _hope_--that she'd want to avoid drugs in the 
future.

As I mechanically did push-ups, I began my imaginary conversation 
with Kendall. I hoped the real conversation would go as smoothly 
as it did in my head.

Unfortunately, things _rarely_ go as well as we hope.

-----

"I know it was wrong," Kendall said, "but I just couldn't stop 
myself."

We were in the Jeep, driving to Chattanooga. It was Sunday 
evening. I had avoided the Cocaine Talk (as I'd come to think of 
it in my head) until then. Kendall and I had watched TV on 
Saturday evening, and then spent a quiet Sunday together, but the 
events from Friday night hung over us.

"When we were in the bathroom at the restaurant and Felicia 
offered me a bump," Kendall explained, "I started to say no. But 
then I thought, 'what the heck! I'm good all the time.' I wanted 
to have fun. I wanted to get wild."

"You can get wild _without_ cocaine," I said as evenly as I 
could.

"Sure, but Felicia was so cool, and I didn't want to seem like a 
square."

"So you snorted _coke_ instead? I mean, _I_ managed to say no."

"Then I guess you're a better person than me," she snapped.

"I didn't mean it like that," I soothed. "I'm sorry."

"Paul, you don't know what it's like," she said. "It made me feel 
so _alive_. I could do anything. I could ask you to do what I 
wanted, instead of being embarrassed. You don't know what it's 
like to be me sometimes. Everybody expects me to be the good 
girl, to get good grades, to speak properly, to look nice, to go 
to church. _Aaaah!_ I'm going crazy inside!"

I looked at her, a little shocked.

"'Oh, Kendall's such a good girl. Kendall's going to be a doctor. 
Kendall gets straight As,'" she mocked. "'Kendall would never 
have sex. She'd never do drugs. She's so pure and good.' I hate 
it, I tell you. I'm not _like_ that. I'm not some straight-laced 
prude."

"No, you're not, but cocaine isn't the way to prove that."

"I know," she said softly, reserved once again, "but... I guess you 
just don't understand what my life is like. Everyone has all 
these expectations for me, but what about _me?_ What about _my_ 
expectations? Can't I go out and have fun every once in a while 
without someone thinking I'm a slut, or a drug addict, or... or 
worse?!"

"Sure you can, but--"

"Then why don't you understand about the cocaine? It's not like 
I'm on the corner buying the stuff. I've used it twice, Paul. 
_Twice_."

"That's another thing," I said when she paused to take a breath. 
"The other time was with Big Mistake Guy, wasn't it?"

"Yes," she said, her mood changing drastically. "But that was a 
big, _big_ mistake. That's why I wanted to try... it--the cocaine, 
I mean--with _you_. I knew you wouldn't..."

"Wouldn't what?" I asked, dangerously quiet.

"I knew you wouldn't take advantage of... the situation."

"The situation?"

"You know..."

I shook my head.

"Did you realize how horny it made me?" she asked by way of 
answer.

I nodded.

"I knew I was safe with you. Besides, I _wanted_ to go wild with 
you. I wasn't worried about..."

When the silence drew out, I asked, "What _happened_ with you and 
Big Mistake Guy?"

"I don't want to talk about it," she half-whispered.

"Why not?"

"I just don't. I'm not proud of what happened, and... and I don't 
really want to relive it."

I nodded silently. Inside, however, I was burning with curiosity. 
I wanted to know what had happened, but I didn't want to force 
her to tell me. In any event, my silence convinced her to 
explain.

"His name was Wes," she said softly, so softly that I almost 
missed it. "I met him last year, and I guess I thought he was a 
nice guy. But that girl I told you about...," she continued, 
"Hayley?"

"I know who she is," I said.

"Oh, that's right, Gina hangs out with her now, doesn't she."

"She doesn't really 'hang out' with Hayley," I said, trying not 
to sound defensive. "But she knows who she is. Anyway, what 
happened with Hayley and Big Mistake Guy?"

"They were both in my Western Civ. class, and I _thought_ Hayley 
was my friend. But she's just _evil_, Paul," Kendall said, with 
more venom in her voice than I'd ever heard. Then she sniffed and 
wiped her cheek.

I had a similar opinion of Hayley, but I was curious about how 
she had managed to earn Kendall's enmity.

"She invited me to a Carnicus party at one of the Pike guys' 
houses, because she knew I kinda liked Wes. I swear, though, I 
wasn't going to do anything with him," she said, imploring me. 
"You know how you can be attracted to someone without doing 
anything, right?"

I nodded; I knew _exactly_ how she felt.

"By then," she continued, "I knew Gina was coming to UT, and I 
was angry. _You_ were supposed to come to UT by yourself, and we 
could be boyfriend-girlfriend... just the two of us. But Gina was 
going to spoil everything," she added bitterly. "She's so 
_selfish_. She always has been, and I'm the only one who's seen 
it."

I clenched my jaw, but didn't speak.

Kendall caught my reaction and hastily returned to her story. "I 
swear," she continued, wiping her cheeks, "I didn't mean to do 
anything with Wes. Hayley could tell that I was angry, though. 
She said I should have fun and maybe even get drunk. I thought 
she was being my friend. Now I know different--I don't think she 
was _ever_ my friend. Anyway, I guess I was a lot angrier than I 
realized. I decided to go to the party because... well... I don't 
know why. I was just angry and frustrated and... and... I wanted to 
_scream_."

I kept my eyes on the road, but my thoughts were awhirl. So many 
things from the past couple of months were starting to make 
sense. I'd known that Kendall wasn't happy that Gina had come to 
Knoxville, but I hadn't realized that the events surrounding Big 
Mistake Guy _also_ had to do with Gina's decision to attend UT.

"I guess I had too much to drink," Kendall said, her voice heavy 
with self-recrimination. Then, "I _know_ I had too much to drink. 
So when Hayley offered me some cocaine, I said yes. And it made 
me feel so _good_, as if this golden glow surrounded me, and I 
didn't care that Gina was coming with you. 'I'll show _her_,' I 
remember thinking. 'If she wants to fuck everything that moves to 
get Paul's attention, then I can too.'"

_Gina hasn't fucked everything that moved,_ I thought crossly. 
But I held my tongue.

"I don't really remember exactly how it happened," Kendall said, 
drawing my attention back to her story, "but the next thing I 
knew, Wes was taking my clothes off. Then he was on top of me... 
_inside_ me. I'll spare you the gory details," she whispered 
hoarsely, "but I'd done some more coke, so I was... well... I guess I 
wasn't myself."

"Did you tell him to stop?" I asked, my emotions under rigid 
control.

"At first, I... I didn't _want_ him to stop. It... it felt good. 
Besides, I wanted to prove to you that I could be just like Gina. 
I know that's silly," she said, wiping her eyes, "but that's what 
I remember thinking. _Then_ I started to feel guilty, so I told 
him to stop. He didn't, of course," she said, full of bitterness. 
"It's my own fault, though, for being there in the first place.

"But it got worse," she said, sniffing miserably. "As soon as he... 
finished... I heard applause. Oh, Paul, it was horrible. I looked 
up and a bunch of people were on the balcony above us. They were 
_cheering!_ I was humiliated, and they were laughing. What kind 
of people do that?" she asked plaintively. "Hayley was there, 
that evil _bitch_. She probably set the whole thing up. 'Let's 
take Kendall out and get her drunk,'" she mocked, suddenly 
vicious. "'Let's get her high. Let's watch some Greek _ass_hole 
have sex with her.' I _trusted_ her, Paul," she raged.

"She told all the other people at the party, too," Kendall 
continued. "Everyone who hadn't seen, at least. They all thought 
it was _so_ funny. And by Monday, a bunch of other people had 
heard about it. Even Bridget Jameson said she heard 'some 
dreadful rumors.' Bridget! She's the sweetest, nicest person in 
the world, and even _she_ heard about what happened. The Chi Os 
and Pikes must've told _everyone_," she said.

Then she looked at me, defiant and angry. "_Now_ do you 
understand why I hate Greeks?! I _hate_ them, Paul. They use 
people. That's all they do," she railed. "Bridget and Toni are 
okay, but they're the only ones who had anything _nice_ to say to 
me. They felt sorry for me. But all the others...," she added with 
quiet ferocity, "all the others can... can... can _go to hell!_"

For several minutes, we drove in silence. I didn't know what to 
say, and Kendall was consumed by her bitterness and anger.

"The worst part was," she said, turning despondent, "I remember 
how good the coke made me feel. I was still humiliated, and I 
felt guilty because it was my own fault, but I couldn't stop 
thinking about the cocaine. So that's why I wanted to... you know... 
to try it with you," she said. "I couldn't stop thinking about 
it. And, Paul, it felt _good_. I wanted that feeling again, but 
with the right person, instead of some lowlife Greek," she said, 
trying to convince me. "I know it was wrong... but I just couldn't 
help myself." Then she looked at me, tears streaking her face, 
her mascara a black mess. "Do you hate me?"

"I don't hate you," I said.

"You probably think I'm a slut. I _knew_ I shouldn't've told 
you," she said. "I knew you wouldn't understand--"

At that point, I pulled to the side of the interstate and came to 
a stop.

Kendall looked at me, her eyes wide with anxiety.

"No, I don't think you're a slut," I said, meeting her gaze and 
holding it. "And I _definitely_ understand." My anger had cooled, 
but I wouldn't soon forget what Hayley and the Greeks had done.

"When I did the coke with Felicia, I just wanted to have fun," 
Kendall said, her voice thick with emotion. "I just wanted to 
have fun with _you_. And... I wanted to erase that awful memory of 
Hayley's face as she laughed and cheered."

When I pictured Hayley in my mind, I practically snarled. _I want 
her _dead_,_ I thought viciously.

"What's the matter?" Kendall asked suddenly.

I shook off my violent thoughts and returned to reality, to the 
girl next to me.

"You _do_ think I'm a slut, don't you," Kendall accused half-
heartedly.

"No," I said firmly. "_Hayley's_ the slut. You just trusted the 
wrong person," I added. Then I pulled her into my arms.

"I'm so sorry," she whispered.

While traffic whizzed past us, I held her as she wept.

-----

When we reached her house, Kendall was composed. She was still 
upset--about the past, as well as the pain of revealing it--but 
her tears had dried and she'd fixed her makeup. Fortunately, her 
father was working late on a case, so we didn't have to explain 
to him why she was so distraught.

In her room, we talked some more, but for the most part, I simply 
held her. She promised not to do cocaine again, and even 
apologized for trying it in the first place. With all that she'd 
told me in the past couple of hours, though, cocaine was the 
_least_ of my worries.

By the time I left, she felt better, and even gifted me with a 
wan smile after I kissed her goodbye. I, on the other hand, felt 
like murdering Hayley Devlin. And if I ever got my hands on Wes--
whatever his last name was, Kendall wouldn't tell me--I'd kill 
him too. He deserved worse: something involving hot pokers, dull 
knives, or both.

The problem wasn't that Kendall had sex with another guy; I'd 
seen that often enough myself. But sex wasn't supposed to be 
about humiliation. Nor was it something you did _to_ someone, 
especially when they were high on drugs.

Kendall had been guilty of bad judgment, of getting drunk and 
trying drugs. Wes had been guilty of rape, as far as I was 
concerned. Hayley was guilty of using oxygen that a human being 
could've used instead.

When I got home, my parents had returned from New York City. I 
wasn't in the mood to hear about their trip, though, so I 
welcomed them home and went to my room. Mom knocked on my door 
about an hour later.

"Is everything okay, honey?" she asked.

"Yeah."

She could hear the lie in my voice.

"Okay, no," I said at last, "everything's _not_ okay."

She came in and shut the door. "Is Kendall all right? Did 
something happen while we were gone? Was it Friday night?"

"It's not Kendall," I explained. "And nothing happened Friday 
night," I fibbed. "It's something that happened to her a while 
ago. She... she just told me about it."

Mom nodded for me to continue.

"I don't really wanna go into details," I said at last. "I'm 
angry enough as is. If I have to think about it any more, I'll 
wanna _kill_ someone."

"Is it something her father should know about?"

"God, no," I said hastily. "He's got a gun; he _would_ kill 
someone."

Mom was silent for a long moment, letting me think.

"I'm sorry, Mom," I said at last. "I really don't wanna talk 
about it."

She nodded and then quietly left me to my dark thoughts.

-----

Over the course of the following day, I went from hot fury to 
cold anger. First, I was angry with Gina, simply because she was 
_associated_ with the Chi Os. I had to laugh at myself for that, 
though. I had fallen into the same trap as Kendall: blaming Gina 
for something she didn't have anything to do with.

Of course I was angry with Hayley, Wes, and anyone else who'd 
been at that party (Rod?), but I couldn't really do anything 
about the past. I guess I also blamed myself, for failing to 
protect Kendall. I know it's stupid, since I wasn't even _in_ 
Knoxville when Big Mistake Night happened, but that's how I felt.

When I talked to Kendall on Monday night, our conversation was 
strained at first. I got the impression she was worried that I 
was angry with her for what happened with Big Mistake Guy (I 
refused to call him Wes, even in my head).

Even though she blamed herself, it _wasn't_ her fault. I made 
that point a little more vehemently than I intended, but she knew 
me well enough to understand that I was upset about the 
situation, not her self-ascribed guilt.

-----

Tuesday afternoon, I went out by myself to finish some Christmas 
shopping. I needed to buy a couple of small presents for my 
family, especially my grandparents. In addition, I still had to 
buy private gifts for Kendall and Gina. Even though they probably 
wouldn't get together and compare, I didn't want to get them the 
same thing. Unfortunately, I had no idea what to buy either of 
them.

On the other hand, I had finally settled on what to get Susan, 
who was extremely hard to buy for. Fortunately, I could _make_ 
her present, although it would take several hours (if not more). 
As I drove toward Perimeter Mall, I mentally scheduled the time 
to do the work.

When I got to the mall, it took me fifteen minutes just to find a 
parking place. Once inside, what should have taken an hour took 
almost four. By the time I left, I was sick and tired of crowds. 
I had managed to get my grandparents' gifts, as well as a few for 
my family, but I still needed to buy a private present for the 
girls.

Since I'd already spent so much on Kendall, I wasn't going to 
spend _much_ more on her, but I needed to buy her something 
special to open when we were alone. I already had two things, but 
they were small; I needed something a bit more impressive.

I also had to buy a private gift for Gina, and lingerie seemed 
like a good idea. I hadn't bought her any in a while, so I 
thought she'd enjoy something new. Besides, she'd have the 
opportunity to model it for me, which we'd both enjoy.

As I passed the shopping center with Felicia's store, I decided 
to pull in. It wasn't as crowded as the mall, but there were 
still a lot of cars in the parking lot. Eventually, I found a 
parking place and headed inside.

"I'll be with you in a minute," a harried salesgirl said as I 
entered.

"I'll help him," another voice said.

I turned.

Felicia smiled at me. Then she said goodbye to her current 
customer, who was headed for the door, laden with shopping bags 
full of recent purchases. "Howdy, stranger," Felicia said 
brightly.

"Howdy, yourself," I said.

"You look _great!_"

"Thanks," I said. "You look pretty good yourself."

After an awkward moment, she turned demure. Then, softly, she 
said, "I didn't know if I'd ever see you again."

"Here I am," I said, laughing nervously. _Why had I come to 
_this_ store to buy lingerie,_ I wondered. I knew why, but I 
guess I didn't want to admit it.

"We close in half an hour," Felicia said. "Do you wanna get a 
drink someplace?"

"I _can't_ get a drink," I hedged. "At least not until I'm 
nineteen. Remember?"

"Oh yeah, right! Well then, d'you wanna get dinner someplace. 
_Or_," she said, suddenly enthusiastic, "I could fix you dinner. 
I grill a mean T-bone."

Part of me wanted to politely decline. But a growing part of me--
below the belt, of course--wanted to accept.

"Please," she said. "No strings attached. Okay?"

"I'd love to, but..."

"C'mon, let's do something. Please? We can do anything you want."

I got the clear impression that "anything" meant _anything_. In 
retrospect, I was breaking "bachelor lesson number one"; I was 
shopping for groceries when I was hungry (metaphorically 
speaking, of course). In other words, it had been a couple of 
days since I last had sex, and with Felicia practically begging 
me to fuck her, my judgment was a little suspect.

Okay, maybe it was a _lot_ suspect.

"_Any_thing," she repeated, stepping close and looking up with 
wide, dark eyes.

"I've got to finish my Christmas shopping," I said evasively.

"I can help you. I don't mind. I need to do some last minute 
shopping myself."

Against my better judgment, I caved.

With that, she practically beamed at me. Then she stretched 
upward for a kiss. I wondered what I was getting myself into as 
she gave me a peck on the cheek. I _knew_ what I was getting 
myself into, of course, but I couldn't decide if I wanted to 
fight it or not.

For the next thirty minutes, I browsed the shop while Felicia 
helped last-minute customers. I spent the time usefully, though, 
and found a sheer white chemise and a matching pair of panties 
for Gina. Felicia arched an eyebrow when I paid for them, since 
they weren't Kendall's size.

"They're for a friend," I said, hoping I didn't sound as lame as 
I thought I did.

Felicia's eyes momentarily sparkled, until she realized that they 
weren't _her_ size either. She bounced back quickly, though, and 
said, "Whatever, sure. Just let me clock out and get my coat, and 
then I'll be ready to go. Okay?"

"No problem," I said, taking the bag with my purchase as she 
headed toward the back of the store. I milled around for a few 
minutes, simply watching the remaining customers leave the store.

"Ready, willing, and able," Felicia said when she returned.

It took me a moment to realize it, but she had changed clothes. 
The differences were subtle, but important: her black skirt was 
shorter than before, and she had traded her businesslike sweater 
for a tighter one with a deep V-neck. And I couldn't help but 
notice that her breasts swayed freely, the bumps of her braless 
nipples casting shadows in the light from above.

"Do you mind if I ride with you?" she asked as I helped her don 
her coat. "I'll leave my car here and you can drop me off later. 
Or, if you want, you can ju--"

"That sounds fine," I said, heading off the invitation I knew was 
coming.

Her face fell, but then she forced a smile.

Once in the Jeep, she asked what I wanted to shop for. After a 
moment's reluctance, I explained that I needed to find a couple 
of private gifts for Kendall. (I lumped Gina's gifts in with 
Kendall's, since I didn't want Felicia asking questions about my 
complex relationship. If she knew I already had two girlfriends, 
she might not understand my reluctance for a _third_.)

"I know just the place," she said enthusiastically. "Head for the 
airport."

"Why? What's there?"

"This sex shop I know about. It's also a head shop, but they've 
got the kinds of things you're looking for."

With only a few misgivings, I followed her directions. _What _is_ 
it about sex shops?_ I wondered when we arrived. It was dingy and 
dreary looking, and I felt like I needed a bath just looking at 
it.

"C'mon," Felicia said excitedly, "let's go."

Inside, it was much like the shop in Knoxville: racks full of 
magazines, video tapes, and sex toys. Unlike the shop in 
Knoxville, though, half the store was devoted to bongs, pot 
pipes, psychedelic statues, black-light posters, scales, and a 
myriad of things whose use I couldn't even begin to fathom.

"Do you know what you want?" Felicia asked. Then she grabbed my 
hand and led me toward the sex toys.

We browsed for a few minutes and then she grew excited.

"Remember I told you about these?" she asked, holding up a small 
box with a drawing of two spheres. "Ben Wa balls?"

I nodded. As I recalled the vivid memory of her internal muscles, 
my dick began to swell.

"You could get these for Kendall," she suggested.

It wasn't a bad idea, but I didn't want to appear too eager, 
because I didn't want her to offer to show me--again--what kind 
of muscles she'd developed using the balls. Well, I _wanted_ her 
to offer, but I didn't want to disappoint her by turning her 
down. So I smiled noncommittally and gave the box a faux-casual 
examination.

"They'll really spice up your love life," Felicia urged. "Trust 
me."

"Sure," I said at last. "Good idea."

We browsed some more, and Felicia made sure to stick close. She 
held my arm, and pressed her breasts against me as often as she 
could. I knew what she was doing, of course, but I couldn't 
really tell her to stop. Worse, I didn't _want_ to tell her to 
stop. My dick, of course, was as hard as steel and seemed to be 
cheering her on.

Treacherous organ.

"Hey," Felicia said, "how about one of these?" With that, she 
held up a box containing an extremely realistic dildo. "It's not 
as big as the real thing," she said, gesturing toward my crotch, 
"but I think Kendall would like it."

In reality, I didn't think Kendall would like it one bit; I 
thought it would intimidate her. After all, she didn't even have 
a _vibrator_, so she probably wasn't ready for a veined and 
lifelike rubber cock. On the other hand, Gina would love it. 
"Yeah, that's a great idea," I said at last. Then I reached for 
the box.

"I'll hold your cock for you," Felicia said playfully, pulling 
the box from my grasp. "Do you want me to take it out for you?" 
she asked, her eyes round and innocent-seeming.

"That's okay," I said quickly. "Just leave it in the box."

"You want to leave your cock in my box?" she asked. Then she 
batted her eyes.

I'm sure I turned six shades of purple.

"You're cute when you blush," she said.

"Um... thanks." My dick was throbbing and my willpower was 
crumbling at the same rate. If I didn't get away from Felicia, I 
knew what was going to happen. So I wanted to pay for everything 
and then take her back to her car. Unfortunately, she had other 
ideas.

"How about these?" she asked, holding up a gold chain with clamps 
on each end.

"What _are_ they?"

"Nipple clamps," she said. "You put 'em on like this," she 
explained, demonstrating on her own sweater-clad nipple. Her eyes 
flashed in challenge as she fastened the second clamp over her 
other nipple.

"I don't think Kendall would like anything like that," I said.

"But she said her nipples are really sensitive."

"Still," I equivocated, "I think they're probably too far out for 
her."

For the next several minutes, Felicia seemed bent on fondling 
everything on the shelves. I knew that she was stalling for time, 
of course, but it was _working_. Once, she even lifted her skirt 
to demonstrate how a strap-on butterfly vibrator worked. She 
wasn't wearing panties, of course.

"How do you know so much about this stuff?" I finally asked, 
hoping to get her talking, so she'd stop teasing me with sex 
toys. It was probably the wrong question, but it was the only one 
my sex-fogged brain could come up with.

"I've used most of this stuff before," she said, her finger 
tracing the valley between her breasts.

"You said you were a virgin when what's-his-name... Ronny... seduced 
you," I said. I tried to keep from glancing at her stiff nipples, 
but it didn't work. "So where'd you learn about all this stuff?" 
I continued, my eyes once again locked on hers. "From Naldo?"

"God, no. Naldo's good in bed, but he's _real_ traditional."

"Then where?" I asked.

She turned sheepish. "I had this boyfriend on the side, about a 
year ago," she explained after a moment. "A lawyer. He was a 
super-freak. I mean, he was into everything: nipple clamps, anal 
beads, cock rings, hot wax, feathers, you name it."

I tried not to blanch.

"Unfortunately, his wife found out."

"Whoa," I said.

"Yeah, it got really weird after that."

I looked a question at her and gently guided her toward the cash 
register.

"His wife kept calling me and stuff. But she was even weirder'n 
him."

My eyebrows shot up.

"Seriously," Felicia said. "She wanted me to join 'em for a 
threesome, so we could tie him up and 'discipline' him."

"Did you do it?"

"Actually, yeah," she said, blushing. "A couple of times."

"What happened?" I asked, my dick throbbing sadistically.

"She was even freakier than he was, so I stopped returning their 
calls. God, those people were totally demented. Fun, in a freaky 
way, but totally demented."

"I'll bet," I said.

"Anyway," Felicia said, "that's how I know about most of this 
stuff. I've tried to get Naldo to try some of it--the tamer 
stuff--but he's too traditional. Straight fucking and the 
occasional blowjob, that's all he likes. He won't even go down on 
me. I guess that's why I like it when he brings another girl. 
He's like every guy on the planet, it seems, so he likes watching 
girl-girl action."

I nodded in agreement.

"Anyway, do we need to buy anything else?" Felicia asked. "I 
wanna get out of here and... go somewhere private."

"Um...," I said, panic suddenly blossoming in the pit of my 
stomach. I wanted to fuck Felicia. I _really_ wanted to fuck her, 
but that was the _last_ thing I needed to do. Finally, I got my 
emotions under control and glanced toward the cash register. 
Before I could say anything, however, I spotted a rack of small 
vibrators. I thought I could use them to avoid disappointing her 
(when I inevitably told her that I was going to take her back to 
her car, of course). "I also wanted to buy one of those for 
Kendall," I said.

"A dildo _and_ a vibrator? Sounds like fun."

I took my time choosing. In reality, I was stalling. I was pretty 
sure I knew what would happen once Felicia and I were alone 
together. So I dithered over the vibrators, hoping my erection 
(and libido) would take a breather. Unfortunately, I was 
disappointed, on both counts.

Finally, I selected a smaller vibrator, which took AA-cell 
batteries instead of C-cells. It was plain white, and looked like 
the perfect beginner's vibrator. With that, I used most of the 
cash in my pocket to pay for everything.

When we got in the Jeep, Felicia pressed herself against my right 
side, the feeling of her luscious breasts completely distracting 
me. I normally had a lot of self-control, but there's only so 
much flirting a guy can take.

"Do you want to go to my place?" she asked, rubbing her hand over 
my thigh. "We can have a drink and relax."

"I dunno..."

"I can fix you dinner," she said, her hand inching toward my 
crotch. "And then I can model some lingerie for you."

"I should probably get you back to your car," I said, my voice 
tight. Then I put my hand on hers, to stop its progress toward my 
erection.

"We can do anything you want," she whispered, her voice husky.

"It's getting late."

"_Anything_."

Deliberately, I started the Jeep. Then I moved her hand from my 
knee, ostensibly so I could shift.

I felt bad for disappointing her, but I knew that I shouldn't 
have sex with her. My deal with Kendall and Gina was simple: as 
long as they were with me, sex with another girl was okay. I 
hadn't strictly followed the rules, but _one_ of the girls had 
always been present when I'd had sex with someone else. Having 
sex with Felicia--by myself--wouldn't simply bend the rules, it 
would break them.

So I pulled onto the street and hoped I wouldn't explode in my 
pants before I had a chance to get home and jerk off. As I drove, 
I kept my attention on traffic. Felicia did everything in her 
power to distract me: flipping her hair; idly chewing on a nail; 
moistening her lips; and drawing her skirt up to flash me her 
long, long legs. I watched it all in my peripheral vision, my 
erection throbbing hopefully.

When we finally reached the shopping center with Felicia's store, 
she directed me around back, to the employee's parking lot. My 
stomach lurched when I realized that it was deserted _and_ 
secluded.

I parked next to her car, but left the Jeep's engine running. I 
was trying to hint to her that nothing was going to happen 
between us, but she was determined. When she leaned toward me for 
what I hoped would be a chaste goodnight kiss, I began to lose 
hope.

Instead of kissing my cheek, she shifted at the last moment and 
her lips met mine. Our kiss rapidly heated up. I didn't want to 
hurt her feelings by pushing her away, but our friendly goodnight 
kiss had rapidly turned into something from a movie. The next 
thing I knew, she pressed her body against mine as she spanned 
the gap between our seats. Then she caressed the bulge of my 
hard-on, her fingers insistent.

"Oh, God," she gasped when she finally pulled back, "you make me 
so wet. I've been thinking about you since Saturday, thinking 
about your big cock."

I tried to muster my willpower and resist her. My hands were 
poised, ready to push her away.

"And I never got to taste you," she said breathlessly. She kissed 
my jawline and then down my neck. "You said you liked blowjobs, 
but I never sucked you off. God, I want to feel you in my mouth," 
she said, her breathing heavy. Then she kissed my shirt-covered 
nipple, sending shivers up and down my spine.

At that point, I still could've pushed her away.

She descended to my crotch, her fingers worrying my zipper open.

I knew I should tell her no, but--

She extracted my rock-hard erection.

My protests died unspoken as she wrapped her lips around my cock. 
She swallowed half of my shaft and then sucked gently. Her 
technique wasn't as good as Kendall's, but I was too worked up to 
care. With a guilty sigh, I silently admitted that I never wanted 
to say no in the first place.

I put my hand on the back of her head and guided her pace as she 
bobbed up and down. Within a few minutes, I was ready to explode. 
Felicia sensed my impending climax and let my erection slip from 
her lips.

"Come in my mouth," she said. "I swallow."

Who was I to refuse?

A half second later, she descended on my shaft, and I closed my 
eyes as the pressure built in my balls.

With a groan, I held her head down and closed my eyes as the 
first rush of orgasm broke over me. My cock swelled in her mouth 
and she cried out in surprise when the first spurt hit the back 
of her throat. She was ready for the second spurt, but she still 
moaned softly.

I launched two more streams into her mouth before I felt her 
swallow, but she didn't stop sucking. After nearly a minute, she 
raised her head and smiled at me. Her lips were shiny with saliva 
and semen.

"I've got keys to the store," she said, her voice full of desire. 
"C'mon."

I hesitated.

"Please? I need you to fuck me. No strings attached, okay?"

Without waiting for me to answer, she hopped out and headed for 
the employee entrance. I didn't want to seem like a cad--to take 
my blowjob and then just leave--so I killed the idling engine, 
tucked my semi-hard dick in my pants, and then followed her.

Once inside, I intended to let her down easily, but she had other 
plans. She kissed me, and I tasted myself on her lips.

"God, Naldo won't even kiss me after I go down on him," she said 
when she pulled back. Before I had a chance to answer, she kissed 
me again. When our kiss heated up, my dick quickly expanded to 
its full length.

As Felicia pressed her body against me, I had a silent argument 
with my conscience. I'd already broken the rules. At that point, 
it was simply a matter of degrees: a blowjob versus a blowjob and 
more. How _much_ more was largely irrelevant.

I tried to resist Felicia's advances, but I was still horny. When 
she fumbled for my renewed erection, I silently admitted what I'd 
known (feared?) all along: I was going to fuck her.

_Note to self: Never shop for groceries when you're hungry. 
Never. N-E-V-E-R. You'll come home with a bunch of junk food and 
a horny blonde (with fantastic tits)._

At the moment, the horny blonde was rubbing those very same 
fantastic tits over my chest. When she finally freed my hard-on, 
she stroked it for a moment.

"God, you make me so _wet_," she whispered, her voice silky with 
desire. Then, "I love your big cock." After a minute or two, she 
released my shaft and ran her fingers up my chest. Then she 
flipped my coat over my shoulders in one smooth motion.

I could take a hint. While I finished removing my coat, she 
unbuttoned my shirt. She practically tore my shirttails out of my 
pants in her haste to undress me. At that point, I took over and 
slid the shirt the rest of the way off.

While she sucked my nipples--which still made me self-conscious, 
no matter how good it felt--I tugged at her coat. Distracted, she 
pulled it off and then tossed it aside.

At that point, I lifted her sweater, her firm breasts tumbling 
free. She growled impatiently and pulled the sweater over her 
head. Topless, she tilted her face up for a kiss and pressed 
herself against me, her breasts warming the bare skin of my 
chest.

Without breaking the kiss, she fumbled at my belt until she had 
it undone. In a frenzy of kissing and lust-hurried moans, we 
finished undressing each other. Then she pulled me toward her and 
took a step back.

When she bumped into the manager's desk, she started to scoot 
onto the desktop. Then she groaned in exasperation, reached back 
blindly, and cleared the desk with a sweep of her arm. The phone 
landed on the floor with a ringing crash.

With that, Felicia scooted onto the desk and spread her legs. 
"Fuck me," she begged. "God, please fuck me. I wanna feel your 
cock inside me."

I set the tip of my dick against the damp, soft hair of her 
pussy. Without looking down, I found her opening by touch and 
eased forward. My glans spread her inner labia and when I was 
sure I had the angle right, I slammed my length into her. She 
gasped from the force of my thrust, but clutched me tight, her 
breathing ragged and quick.

As I began thrusting, she locked her legs around me. Then she 
wrapped her arms around my neck and held on. Eventually, though, 
she lay back on the desk.

Flat on her back, her breasts bounced with each thrust, and my 
eyes were inexorably drawn to them. They were so full, so 
perfect, her pink nipples describing circles in the air as I 
pounded away.

She cried out each time my hips slammed into her, gasping "Oh 
God" over and over again. After several minutes of furious 
thrusting, I slowed my pace and bent over her, bracing myself 
with knuckles on the desktop. She dragged her fingernails down my 
back and then gripped my ass, as if trying to pull me deeper.

My pace still measured, I captured one of her nipples, biting it 
gently. When I switched nipples, she urged me on with sighs and 
moans.

Finally, I stood up straight and grabbed her hips for leverage. I 
took a couple of long strokes, my dick almost slipping free each 
time. Her supple belly heaved as she groaned in ecstasy, my 
thrusts sinking deep. Then, all of a sudden, I went into 
overdrive, my hips slamming into her pelvis as slapping noises 
filled the office.

After several minutes of rapid-fire pounding, I pulled out, my 
cock slick with her juices. She moaned, but then quickly hopped 
off the desk when I motioned for her to bend over it. Her round 
ass greeted me as I stepped forward.

As soon as my dick touched her opening, she hung her head and 
braced for my onslaught. Once I eased the crown of my cock into 
her pussy, I gripped her hips. Then I held still, letting the 
anticipation build. The moment she lifted her head to see why I 
was waiting, I rammed forward so hard that the desk lurched 
beneath us.

She cried out in pleasure, her arms spread to brace herself. I 
began pounding into her, my hips slapping her round ass with each 
thrust. Her hot, slick pussy caressed my shaft, and I closed my 
eyes to simply enjoy the sensations. After several minutes, I 
buried myself as deep as I could and then stopped thrusting.

"I want to watch you while you fuck me," Felicia said, 
breathless.

With a wordless nod, I pulled out, my dick bobbing gently as I 
backed away from her.

Instead of rolling over on the desk, she simply spread her coat 
on the floor and lay on it. Then she beckoned to me. As I knelt 
between her thighs, I simply admired her body. She grew nervous 
at my hesitation, so I smiled to reassure her. Then I lowered my 
hips and eased forward, my dick seeking the warmth of her pussy.

Once I slid into her, I started rocking my hips, driving her wild 
with short thrusts. She returned the favor by clenching her 
internal muscles. When I started fucking her in earnest, she ran 
her hands up and down my triceps, her eyes holding my own.

As her pleasure mounted, she closed her eyes, her face contorting 
in ecstasy. I wasn't ready to come yet, so I steadied my pace. 
Besides, I was enjoying her reactions as I fucked her: she bit 
her lip, her nostrils flared, she mewled with pleasure.

Finally, though, I was ready to come. So I held myself above her, 
push-up style. My body bowed toward her as I buried my shaft in 
her pussy. My balls felt tight, and I knew they were ready to 
unleash a torrent of semen deep inside her.

With a final lunge, I slammed into her and stopped moving. 
Pleasure lashed my senses as I shut my eyes and emptied my balls. 
She cried out, her fingernails digging into my ass, trying to 
pull me deeper.

When I finally came to my senses and opened my eyes, I gazed down 
at her.

She was panting and grinning. "Are you sure you're only 
eighteen?" she asked.

I swallowed hard and then nodded. "Why?"

"'Cause you fuck like a god."

-----

A little while later, Felicia got up to use the bathroom. She 
took her purse with her and blew me a Marilyn Monroe-style kiss 
as she shut the door.

I took the opportunity to retrieve the phone and call home. When 
I'd left the house, I said I'd be gone for a couple of hours.

That was eight hours earlier.

I fibbed and told my mom that I'd met a friend from high school 
and gone to dinner with "him." Then I told her that I'd be home 
in a couple of hours, around midnight.

"That's fine, honey," she said. "Wake me up when you get home, 
though. You know I can't sleep till I know you're home safe."

"Okay, Mom. Thanks," I said, chuckling at our long-standing joke. 
"Bye."

When Felicia emerged from the bathroom, she looked excited. I 
didn't need Kendall's insight--or experience--to realize that 
she'd probably snorted some coke. When she sniffed a couple of 
times and pinched her nostrils, I was sure.

I suppressed my natural reaction and forced a smile.

"Who were you on the phone with?" she asked.

"I called my folks," I explained, "to let 'em know when I'd be 
home."

"Oh. Do you need to go?" she asked, her face falling.

"Not yet," I said. "But I need to be home by midnight."

"Curfew?" she asked, half sarcastic, half serious.

"No," I said flatly. "I'm just being responsible." _Or at least 
I'm _trying_ to,_ I reflected, thinking about the past several 
hours of _ir_responsible behavior. Irresponsible, true, but 
sinfully enjoyable, although I sincerely hoped Felicia meant the 
"no strings attached" part.

"Sorry," she said. "I didn't mean to--"

"It's okay," I said quickly.

She smiled gratefully. Then she waggled her eyebrows and let her 
eyes roam over my body. "So," she asked, her voice sultry, "what 
time is it? How long before you have to leave?"

"Long enough."

"_I'll_ say," she said, her eyes on my dick. Her breasts swayed 
as she walked toward me and then knelt at my feet. With a smile, 
she began kissing my expanding cock.

We spent the next hour in a frenzy of sex. We fucked on the 
floor. We fucked on the desk. We fucked against the wall. We 
fucked out in the store itself. We even fucked against the cold 
glass of the front window, cars whizzing past on the street. If 
anyone had looked, they would've seen Felicia's perfect breasts 
pressed against the plate glass as I fucked her from behind, the 
heat of her body forming a halo of condensation on the window.

She came twice: once while I bent her over the sales counter and 
fucked her from behind, my fingers busy on her clit; the second 
time while she rode me in the center of the store, her clit 
grinding against the base of my shaft.

Finally, I rolled her to her back and began pounding into her, 
intent upon my own orgasm.

"Come inside me," she urged, lifting her hips and thrusting 
against me.

After less than a minute, I buried my length in her molten pussy 
and then held still. Her pussy clamped around my cock, her 
trained muscles rhythmically gripping me. I came with a rush of 
sound and sensation, groaning as I blasted her inner walls.

"Oh, God," she gasped. "I can feel it."

Panting, I collapsed against her when my orgasm subsided.

"Oh, God," she whispered over and over, her arms and legs wrapped 
around me. Then, "I love the feeling of come inside me. It feels 
like... love." With that, she began planting tender kisses on my 
shoulder, her breath soft upon my skin. 

-----

A little before midnight, we gathered our discarded clothes and 
got dressed. Then we put the manager's desk in a semblance of 
order and rearranged the racks of clothes that we'd knocked out 
of place in the heat of passion.

After we straightened up, I went to the bathroom. I also checked 
myself in the mirror. Unfortunately, I was a rumpled mess. I 
tucked in my shirt, dragged my fingers through my hair, and hoped 
the smell of sex wasn't _too_ obvious.

When I emerged, Felicia looked at me, more awake than ever. I 
might be a little slow on the uptake sometimes, but I knew what 
she'd been up to. I didn't say anything, but my look of 
disapproval spoke volumes. She saw my expression and self-
consciously wiped her nose.

"So," she asked, changing the subject, "do you wanna get together 
sometime? Maybe tomorrow night? I could cook you that T-bone I 
promised."

"I can't," I said, a little harsher than I meant to. I smiled to 
soften the blow. "I've got to meet... a friend... at the airport."

"Oh... okay."

"Maybe some other time," I suggested.

"Maybe some other time."

I felt guilty. And I felt even more like a cad.

"I knew it wouldn't work anyway," she said.

"You can call me sometime," I suggested. Then I mentally kicked 
myself. "When I get back to school, I mean."

She looked up, her dark eyes full of questions.

"I'm pretty busy from now until the end of the year. I mean, I'm 
going to Chattanooga for Christmas Eve," I explained, "and then 
my family's going on vacation the day after Christmas. As soon as 
we get back, I head off to school," I finished.

"That's cool," she said, trying to sound detached.

"Well," I said, after a moment's awkward silence, "I guess we'd 
better get going."

"Paul?" she asked suddenly.

I turned.

She looked at me with yearning eyes. Then her face fell. "Never 
mind," she said softly. Then, "We'd better lock up, I guess."

As we stood outside the store, I gave her a kiss. I could tell 
that she wanted more, especially since she was probably horny 
from the coke, but I stuck to a chaste kiss on the cheek. _No 
strings attached,_ I tried to silently remind her. _Remember?_

I held her door while she got into her car. Then I got into the 
Jeep and started the engine. I waited a moment until she started 
her car before I backed out. When I waved goodbye, she waved in 
return. Her expression was hard to read, but she didn't look 
happy.

She wanted more than I could give, and I shouldn't have let 
things go as far as they had. But I couldn't _un_-cross that 
bridge. As I drove home, my thoughts were chaotic, and I had the 
sinking feeling that "no strings attached" didn't mean the same 
thing for both of us.

-----

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