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Author: Nick Scipio
Title: Summer Camp - Book 4: Christy
Part: Chapter 07
Universe: Summer Camp
Summary: Coming-of-age story about a young man whose family
spends their summer vacations at a nudist camp.
Keywords: MF, M+F+, teen, oral, anal
Revision: 1.0
Word Count: 8,946
Web Site: http://www.nickscipio.com/summercamp/book4/
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This story is a work of fiction. All characters and events
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Summer Camp - Book 4: Christy
by Nick Scipio

CHAPTER SEVEN

I woke up before Trip, but he rubbed his eyes and yawned awake
when I returned from the bathroom.

"Good morning, sunshine," I said. "You wanna go for a swim? It'll
wake you up faster than coffee."

"Sure."

The lake was calm and glassy when we arrived, and the dew still
lay heavy on the grass.

Trip looked uncertain. "How cold is it?"

"Better not think about it." With that, I ran toward the edge and
kicked into a long, flat dive. I marveled at my reflection on the
calm surface before a frozen sledgehammer knocked the air from my
lungs. I surfaced a moment later as my poor testicles sought the
warmth of my belly.

Trip broke the surface a few feet away, panting from the shock of
it, but he followed as I swam toward the shallow end. At the rope
that separated the children's area, we turned and headed toward
the dam.

We swam three more laps as the sun rose higher in the sky. The
water didn't get any warmer, but we were more or less used to it
by the time we climbed out. Trip flashed a smile, which turned
wry when he glanced at my cold-shriveled penis and scrotum. He
looked at himself and shrugged.

"Good thing there aren't any girls here," he said.

"Oh, they understand. Besides, imagine what it does to their
nipples."

He shivered in sympathy.

We dried off and headed up the hill to scrounge some breakfast.
Mom had told me which refrigerator was ours, and where our food
basket was, so we fixed bowls of cereal.

Gunny Kershaw entered the clubhouse a few minutes later and set a
stack of newspapers on one of the tables. His skin was leathery
from the sun, and he looked stooped with age, but his eyes
brightened when he saw me.

"Why, it's young Mister Paul," he said.

Trip and I stood together.

"Hi, Gunny," I said. "It's good to see you." I shook his hand and
introduced Trip.

"Pleased to meet you, sir," Trip said when they shook hands.

I started to say something, but Gunny squared his shoulders and
beat me to it.

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

Trip smiled. "Absolutely."

"My friends call me Gunny," he said, his tone friendly again.

"Of course, Gunny."

"Would you like to join us for breakfast?" I said. "It's not my
dad's banana pancakes, but I fix a mean bowl of Froot Loops."

"Well, that's mighty kind of you, but I need to get back down to
the house and fix breakfast for Lenore."

"So you two are still together?" I said.

He winked. "I'm thinkin' 'bout makin' her an honest woman."

"Good for you, Gunny!"

We talked a little longer, and then he took his leave.

"It was nice to meet you, Gunny," Trip said.

"Nice to meet you too, Trip," Gunny said. With a wave, he headed
out the back door.

Trip and I sat down, but he shot me a curious look. "How come he
called you _Mister_ Paul, but me just Trip?"

"Promise you won't laugh?" I said. I wasn't embarrassed for
myself--I didn't want him to laugh at Gunny.

"Promise."

"It's out of respect... 'cause my dad was an officer." When Trip
still didn't get it, I explained, "Gunny's a Marine."

"_Still?_ At his age?"

"Well, no... and yes," I said.

He gave me a blank look.

"Marines never really retire. Maybe on paper, but not in their
hearts. Once a Marine, always a Marine. You know?"

He nodded.

"So Gunny calls me 'Mister' out of respect for my dad. I know it
sounds weird, but..." I shrugged. "It's not."

Much to my surprise, Trip grinned. I started to bristle, but then
his grin turned into a full smile and he slapped the table.

"I _like_ this place!"

-----

We spent the morning by the lake. The sun drove away the
lingering dew, and the grassy sward eventually filled with
families. Most of the children were under ten, although a few
were twelve or thirteen. Leah and Erin spread their towels
nearby, but Leah was on her best behavior.

When Dennis and Elaine Raeford arrived, they joined us and
introduced their friends. Gene was tall and lanky, with red hair,
freckles, and the usual fair complexion. His shoulders and nose
were sunburned, but not badly. His wife, Amanda, was full-figured
without being pudgy. Her complexion was almost as fair as her
husband's, but her hair was dark auburn.

Annette was a widow in her early thirties, with blue eyes and
blonde hair. Two children had filled out her figure, but she was
still slim and attractive, with smallish breasts and a trimmed
bush. Her son and daughter were already playing in the lake with
the other kids.

Our conversation started slowly, but Trip and Annette began
talking business when she said she owned an interior design
company. I grinned at his enthusiasm and struck up a conversation
with the others. We mostly talked about camp life, but when
Elaine said something about swinging, Amanda and Gene froze
nervously.

"It's okay," Elaine told them in a low voice, "Paul's in the
club."

Amanda's expression turned thoughtful, and she gave me a once-
over with a new appreciation.

Dennis nodded toward Trip, who was still deep in conversation
with Annette. "Is he... um... 'in the club'?"

"He's..." I groped for a euphemism. "He's... sort of a trial member,
I guess. He knows I'm... in the club... but not much more. Kendall
and I had a..." I struggled for another euphemism, but then glanced
around. No one could overhear us, so I dropped the doublespeak.
"Kendall and I had a threesome with him," I said, "but he doesn't
have much experience. Believe it or not, he's a little shy around
women."

Elaine laughed.

"What?"

"Oh, Annette will cure him of that."

"She already has her sights set," Amanda added with a grin.

-----

When lunchtime rolled around, the Raefords and friends walked up
the hill to the clubhouse, while Trip and I headed to Susan's.
Mom joined us for lunch, but Erin and Leah decided to drive to
town to see a movie. They were bored, and I couldn't blame them,
especially since Trip and I were preoccupied with the others.

We returned to the lake after lunch, where Dennis gestured me
aside.

"Tonight's our last night in camp," he said, "and we're having a
little get-together. Susan is going to watch the kids for us, so
we'll have the cabin to ourselves. We talked about it at lunch,
and..." He cleared his throat. "Would you and Trip be interested?"

I'd been expecting the invitation, so I'd had some time to think
about my answer. "I _want_ to," I said, "but without Kendall..." I
shrugged. "You know?"

"Don't you two have an agreement or something? An open
relationship?"

"Not exactly. I could probably _watch_, but..."

He turned thoughtful. "You know, going down isn't the same as
going all the way."

"Yeah," I said at last. "I can probably fool around a little, but
I need to sit on the sidelines when things really heat up." I
paused to consider. "Trip would probably be up for it, but I'll
need to talk to him first. He doesn't even know you're swingers."

"Okay," Dennis said. "I'll tell Elaine. She'll be a little
disappointed, but she'll understand. Talk to Trip and let me
know."

"Will do."

Trip was burning with curiosity when I returned, but he didn't
say anything.

I suppressed an evil chuckle and let him twist for a moment. Then
I hooked a thumb at the lake. "Let's go for a swim."

"So soon after lunch?" He was teasing me as payback, but he
grinned and rose to his feet. We swam to the raft and climbed
aboard. I paused for a long moment--payback for the payback--and
simply watched the canvas turn dark with the water from our
bodies.

"So?" Trip said at last. "What's going on?" He was ready to
burst, but he tried to sound nonchalant.

I was still in a mischievous mood, so I started slow. He was
practically biting his tongue by the time I said, "Well, Dennis
and Elaine are swingers. So are the others."

He slapped his thigh. "I _knew_ it!"

"Anyway," I continued with a smile, "they're having a party
tonight, and they invited us. That is, if you're up for it." I
put a slight emphasis on the last words, which made him grimace.

"You still sound like a dork when you say that."

"Whatever. The question still stands: are you up for it?"

He turned nervous as the full impact hit him. "Just like that?"

"Just like what?"

"They just ask us if we want to join them for... you know? Just
like that?"

"Just like that," I said. "It's really pretty simple. No beating
around the bush. No pressure, either. If you don't want to, you
don't have to. I mean, the women will be disappointed, but
they'll survive."

"They will? Be disappointed, I mean."

"Yeah, sure. Elaine probably suggested it in the first place, and
Annette is totally hot for you."

"Hot for _me?_"

I threw up my hands. "Weren't you paying attention?"

"I _thought_ I was," he said, a bit sullenly.

"Dude, she's totally hot for you."

"I had no idea..."

I laughed to take the sting out of my tone. "You need to pay
attention to the signals."

"_What_ signals?"

I started to explain, but then waved away the question. "Some
other time. Anyway, Dennis and Gene said it's okay with them, and
the women are obviously interested. So... what do you say?"

"Um... what would we do? Exactly?"

"You remember the threesome with Kendall?" I said, which earned a
"duh" look. "Pretty much that. In other words, everything."

His eyebrows shot up. "Really?"

"I dunno about the other women," I said, "but Elaine likes three
guys at once."

"Three...? At once...? _Really?_"

"Yep. So... are you _up_ for it?"

He grinned slowly. Then his dick jerked and began to stiffen. He
blushed, but I couldn't stop myself from laughing. I eventually
took pity on him and changed the subject to architecture. Trip
didn't particularly care about my summer reading list, but I had
fun talking about Bramante and Palladio. I chatted long enough
for his erection to subside, and the swim to shore was enough to
do the rest.

As we climbed out of the lake, I caught Dennis's eye and gave him
a slight nod. He smiled, leaned close to Gene, and said
something. Gene passed the word to Amanda, who told Elaine. When
Annette heard, her eyes locked on Trip. He stiffened in surprise
at the power of her gaze.

"See?" I said. "I _told_ you so."

"What should I do?"

"Just act natural."

"Easy for you to say."

-----

We spent the next couple of hours just talking, and Trip
eventually relaxed. When a couple of dads offered to take the
kids on a nature hike, the other parents were more than happy to
agree. The first man's wife joined them, and the whole group
headed toward the forest.

Dennis wanted to cool off, so we jumped in the lake. With most of
the children gone, several others joined us, including the wife
of the other man who'd led the nature hike. She was a curvy
brunette, with generous breasts and a neat bush.

"Since the kids are gone," Dennis said, "we'll have to pick up
the slack." He grinned. "How about chicken fights?"

One woman looked blank. "Chicken _what?_"

"You know," her husband said, "where you sit on someone's
shoulders and try to knock the other people into the water."

"The game the kids play?"

"Sure," said the curvy brunette. "It'll be fun."

"I dunno," the first woman said. "It seems so rough."

"Naw," her husband said, "you'll be fine."

When kids have chicken fights, they're usually raucous and fun, a
chance to splash and scream. With adults, they're an excuse to
grope each other, which most of us understood. When the reluctant
woman finally realized why we were grinning, she said, "Ah, _now_
I get it. Okay, sounds like fun."

"Great!" Dennis said. "Let's partner up."

Elaine immediately chose me. She yelped in surprise when I ducked
under the water and came up between her legs. Then she laughed as
she seated herself on my shoulders.

The curvy brunette smiled at Dennis, and he quickly hoisted her
up. Trip rose a moment later with Annette on his shoulders.
Amanda and Gene paired up, along with two other couples.

I wrapped my arms around Elaine's shins and locked my hands
together in a wrestler's grip. My sole job--aside from staying on
my feet--was to keep her on my shoulders. Her job was to knock
the other women off. It was a simple game, really.

"Everybody ready?" said Dennis. "Okay, here are the rules: no
biting or hair-pulling."

"That's it?" said the reluctant woman.

"All's fair in love and chicken fights."

We chuckled.

"The last couple still standing is the winner," Dennis finished.
"All right?" He waited for nods all around. "Okay... go!"

Trip lowered his center of gravity and bull-rushed me. He was too
tall to bowl me over, so I recovered, but just barely. At that
point, Gene and Amanda joined in. Elaine swayed precariously, but
I held on. Dennis and the brunette moved in, which gave me time
to get away. Elaine righted herself, and we charged back into the
melee.

The women laughed and shrieked, their breasts bouncing. The men
strained and grunted as the water churned around us. We made
alliances and broke them, pushed and shoved, and taunted one
another.

Dennis and I finally teamed up, and the women on our shoulders
eventually knocked off all comers. The others were more tired
than defeated, though. When Dennis and I were the only men
standing, we declared a tie and tossed our women into the water.

Elaine and the brunette surfaced with indignant sputters, but
looked more surprised than angry. The others crowded around us,
talking and laughing. The people on shore were probably in shock,
but we didn't care. We were kids again--kings and queens of the
lake.

I looked around for Trip, who was next to Annette at the edge of
the group. His grin was as broad as mine, and he looked
completely at ease. Then his eyes flew wide and he glanced around
nervously. Annette wore a studied, carefully neutral expression.
I almost laughed when I realized what she'd done.

Elaine followed my glance. She rolled her eyes, but then looked
thoughtful--her fingers tickled my balls a moment later. Since
the fight had churned the water, no one could see as she began to
stroke me gently.

When I grew hard in her hand, she smiled over her shoulder. She
wasn't serious about getting me off, so we joined in the
conversation.

Annette, on the other hand, _was_ serious about getting Trip off.
Her arm moved smoothly, with small ripples radiating as she
stroked his cock. No one else noticed, even when he stifled a
groan.

The conversation eventually wound down--and Trip eventually came-
-so we headed toward the steps. I hung back with Trip as the
women climbed out ahead of us.

"Fun?" I said, my voice pitched low.

"The chicken fight?" He was still a bit winded. "Yeah, sure."

"And Annette?"

"Um... yeah," he said. "Wow."

I couldn't help but laugh.

-----

Trip and I went back to our cabin after dinner. He wasn't shocked
that Annette had given him a handjob in the middle of the lake--
Lori had been just as adventurous--but he _was_ surprised that
she'd done it after knowing him for less than a day.

"That's how swingers are," I said. "I mean, not _all_ of them,
but some. Besides, from what Elaine was telling me, Annette is
one _seriously_ horny woman." I grinned. "I think you're gonna
have your hands full tonight."

"That reminds me... what're you gonna do? I mean, I thought you and
Kendall...?" His voice trailed off and he spread his hands.

I sighed. "Yeah. I'll probably fool around a little, but I'll
have to watch when things heat up."

"Can you do that?"

"What do you mean? Is it against the rules or something?"

He shook his head. "I mean, can _you_ do that? Are you capable of
just watching?"

I nodded with more confidence than I felt. "Besides," I added, "a
blowjob isn't the same as sex."

"Would Kendall agree?"

I paused for a moment. I didn't want to sound bitter, but I was
still upset that she'd chosen her aunt over me. I could
understand if the woman was still in the hospital, but she was on
the mend and resting at home.

I knew I was being selfish, but I felt a little justified.
Kendall and I needed to talk about our relationship. It wasn't
like other couples', and I didn't like making up the rules on the
fly. It wasn't fair to her, and it definitely wasn't fair to me.

"What would you think if she gave some guy a blowjob?" Trip said.

I shrugged. "It depends, I guess."

He gave me a skeptical look.

"Is she serious about the guy? Or just fooling around?"

"Can you really make that distinction?"

"Of course I can. I mean, she gave _you_ a blowjob, and that
didn't bother me a bit."

"But you knew about it beforehand. Besides, you were _there_ for
it. It wasn't behind your back."

"So?"

"Look," he said, "I've been thinking about this a lot, and I can
see the fun in sharing your girlfriend with a close friend. It's
kinda sexy to think about her making some guy hot. But it's
different when _you_ don't have anything to do with it... when
she's off by herself with some other guy."

I nodded slowly.

"Besides, you're the one who said not to think of it in terms of
men versus women. So how's it different if you're the one with
some other woman? Or _women?_"

"It isn't the same," I said.

"How so?"

"It just isn't."

"Look," he said, "I'm not trying to talk you out of having fun.
Lord knows _I_ want you there, if only to give me a little
confidence, but I don't want you to do something you're gonna
regret."

"I know," I said, completely sincere. "I've already decided to
talk with Kendall about it. We need to figure out what works for
us. But right now I have to make up the rules as I go. I don't
like it very much, but I don't have much choice.

"I mean, I _want_ to go tonight," I continued. "I really want to
get laid, too. I want to fuck the hell out of Elaine. And Amanda
and her big tits. Heck, I'd love to fuck Annette, too... if you'll
share." We exchanged grins, but then I continued, "I haven't seen
Kendall in nearly two weeks, and I'm tired of excuses for why she
can't spend time with me. That's what they are, and I know it:
excuses."

"Dude, just because you're mad at Kendall doesn't mean you fuck
the first woman you see."

I snorted. "If I did _that_," I said, "I would've had sex last
week." I didn't want to explain, so I rushed on. "I'm not saying
I want to fuck the first woman I see." I stopped and barked a
rueful laugh. "Actually, I _do_ want to fuck the first woman I
see, but I'm not gonna. I set my ground rules, and I'm going to
abide by them.

"Am I crossing the line by fooling around tonight?" I asked
rhetorically. "Maybe. I don't think so, but I'm biased. I'll tell
you one thing, though: I'm really, _really_ tired of jerking off.
I'm tired of missed opportunities, too. If Kendall were here,
this wouldn't be a problem. Instead, I'm lonely, frustrated, and
horny, in that order."

He was silent for a long moment. When he made a sound, it was a
humorless chuckle. "I take it back."

"What?"

"I really _don't_ envy you. Especially now."

"Welcome to my world," I said. I couldn't decide if I was being
funny or not.

-----

The Raefords and friends were already in the camp hot tub when
Trip and I arrived. Two others were there as well: the busty
brunette from the lake, and another woman. Dennis introduced us
to Sharon, the brunette, and Pam. The two were friends from the
outside world--their husbands worked together in Greenville.

Elaine and Amanda made room for me to sit between them, and
Annette beckoned to Trip from around the tub. He sank into the
water next to her, and talk resumed around us. Sexual tension
filled the air, and the conversation was full of innuendos.

Sharon and Pam didn't seem shocked, which meant they were part of
the small group who knew about the swinging. A few people knew
and disapproved, but no one said anything as long as we were
discreet. The Pines was a family camp, after all, not Plato's
Retreat.

A few minutes later I felt Elaine's hand on my thigh. I shifted
to give her a better angle, and she began playing with my flaccid
penis. With all the charged conversation, I quickly grew stiff,
and she began stroking slowly.

The evening had turned cool, but the water was too hot to bear
for more than fifteen or twenty minutes at a time. When Dennis
lifted himself to the edge to cool off, Sharon glanced at his
half-hard dick. He tried to act nonchalant, but they traded
several covert glances. Pam talked on, oblivious.

After a while Elaine sat on the edge behind me and rubbed my
shoulders. When she returned to the water, her fingers tickled my
thigh on the way to my shaft. I needed to take a break from the
heat, but I let her play with me for a few minutes before I
pulled her fingers from my erection.

When I stood and sat on the side, Sharon looked at my hard-on and
completely lost track of the conversation. She realized she was
staring and looked away, but she kept glancing back when she
thought I wasn't looking.

She blushed when I caught her, but I merely smiled, which was a
tacit invitation to look. I glanced at the top of her breasts and
arched an eyebrow. She took the hint and mustered the courage to
sit on the side. We didn't stare, but we definitely enjoyed the
scenery.

"Well, time for me to go," Pam said after a while, "before I turn
into a prune." She glanced up at Sharon. "Thom and Artie are
probably wondering where we are by now."

"Oh, they're probably still talking baseball," Sharon said.

"Probably. But still, I'm going to head up. You want to walk with
me, or stay here?"

"I should probably go with you," Sharon said. "Y'all have fun,"
she said to us. Then she glanced at me--at my dick, actually--and
her eyes lingered. I hid a smile and took one last look at her
body as she wrapped a towel around herself. With a wave, she and
Pam climbed the steps to the clubhouse.

I sank into the warmth of the water, and Elaine began stroking me
again. With the non-swingers gone, I smiled and put my arm around
her.

The camp usually grew quiet after dark--especially without TV--
and most people had gone to bed. Light still shone from the
clubhouse above us, but the people there weren't likely to come
down to the hot tub.

"Sharon was nice," Dennis said, and the rest of us nodded.

"Pam too," Amanda said, "but she seemed a little..."

"...clueless," Annette finished.

"I thought she was pretty sharp," Trip said.

"Not that," Annette said. "She _was_ pretty sharp. But with all
the... mmm... hunky eye candy... she didn't look once. Not even when
Paul sat there with a full-blown hard-on."

"It's not full-blown _yet_," Elaine said, and everyone chuckled.
"Although," she continued, "Sharon certainly got an eyeful." She
turned to me. "And I saw you making eyes at her."

"I wasn't making eyes!"

"You were too," Elaine said, "but that's okay."

"She _does_ have a nice body," Amanda said. "But enough about
her..." She grinned and looked at Elaine. "How does this orgy thing
work?"

Elaine gave me a sly look. "Like this."

She straddled my lap and wrapped her arms around my neck. Then
she kissed me, deep and passionate, her breasts pressed against
my chest. I wrapped my arms around her, and my erection rubbed
her inner thigh.

"Oh," Amanda said. "That looks easy enough." She mounted Gene and
kissed him.

I didn't need to look across the tub to know that Annette had
just done the same to Trip. Dennis was the odd man out, so he
moved behind Elaine and began playing with her pussy. My dick was
in the way, but he moved it aside and apologized quietly.

"No problem," I said in between kisses, although it felt weird to
give another guy permission to touch my dick, even after the
fact.

Elaine groaned as he fingered her clit. When she leaned back in
ecstasy, I took the opportunity to look around the tub. Amanda
was straddling Gene and cupping her breasts for him to suck her
nipples. Across the tub, Annette seemed determined to stick her
tongue down Trip's throat.

I smiled to myself and returned my attention to Elaine, who
moaned softly when I sucked her nipples. She ground her hips, and
Dennis's hand brushed my dick again.

"Sorry."

"No problem," I said between nipples. "Comes with the territory."

Gene rose to the side of the tub, and Elaine turned to watch. I
released her nipple and followed her gaze. Amanda smiled and
kissed the tip of Gene's dick. It was as big as mine, and just as
thick, with a slight curve at the end. She tongued him gently as
she gazed up at him. Then she swallowed an inch or two, her lips
tight around his shaft.

I lifted Elaine from my lap and sat on the edge. She engulfed my
shaft, pulled back, and plunged again, taking half my length in
one smooth motion. I rested my hand on the back of her head as
she bobbed slowly.

She moaned when Dennis prodded her pussy with his erection. He
set himself at her opening, gripped her hips, and slid into her.
She groaned again, her mouth full of my cock.

After a while I looked across the tub at Trip and Annette. She
was bobbing over him, sucking with a little twist at the top of
each stroke. He tried to stop her before it was too late, but she
kept going until he emptied his balls down her throat.

The rest of us continued until Elaine raised her head and said,
"Let's swap, ladies."

Amanda glanced at me and then looked a question at Gene. He
smiled and nodded, so she moved from between his legs. Dennis
stepped back, and Elaine moved around the tub toward Trip.
Annette eagerly knelt between Gene's legs.

Amanda smiled up at me as she settled between my thighs. She
gripped my shaft and gave it an experimental kiss. Then she
slowly swirled her tongue around the head. Behind her, Dennis
began playing with her pussy, and she purred around my shaft. He
entered her a moment later, his hands dark against the lighter
skin of her hips.

We swapped again a few minutes later, and Annette tried to
swallow me whole. When she started doing her head-twist thing, I
knew why Trip didn't last very long. I put my hand on her head to
slow her down, but she did her best to make me come anyway.
Fortunately, Elaine came to my rescue.

"Let's head up to the cabin," she said. She gave Gene's erection
a stroke. "I want this inside me."

We gathered our towels, covered the hot tub, and turned off the
heater and jets. As we walked up the hill, I hung back and leaned
close to Dennis.

"Did you tell the others about my... um... rules?"

He nodded. "I said you had an agreement with Kendall: no sex when
she isn't with you. But I told 'em that everything else is okay."

"Thanks."

The Raefords' cabin was much like ours. The couch and chairs were
different, and it smelled different, but it was close enough that
I felt a little disoriented.

Annette snapped me out of it when she tugged me toward the couch,
where she straddled my hips and ground her pussy against my
erection. I almost panicked, afraid she was going to try to have
sex with me, but she kissed me hungrily instead.

When she began working her way down my chest, I took a moment to
look around. Trip and Amanda were making out beside us. On the
bed, Elaine was riding Gene as she sucked Dennis.

Annette sucked me slowly, but her pace increased with each bob
and twist. I concentrated on the sensations as her tongue swirled
around my shaft at the top of each stroke. She sucked hard at the
same time, which made my head spin.

I was afraid she might over-stimulate me, but she eased off when
she sensed I was close. She plunged her lips over my shaft and
pumped the base, squeezing and releasing with each stroke.

The combination was too much, and she vacuumed my spurts,
punctuating each with a squeeze and a soft moan. When I finally
stopped gushing, she pulled back to catch her breath.

"Hey, Paul," Dennis said from the bed, "you wanna join us? We
need a third."

"Oh, God, Paul," Elaine gasped, "I want your cock in my mouth."

I looked down at the cock in question, but it was completely
limp. "Um...," I said.

Annette turned and wiggled her fingers in a wave. "My fault.
Sorry." She didn't seem sorry at all, which roused a chuckle.

"You wanna join us, Trip?" Dennis said.

"What do you think?" Trip asked me, his voice pitched low. He'd
adjusted well enough, but the idea of four-way sex with two
strange men probably made him a little nervous.

Amanda looked at the situation on the bed and then smiled at him.
"You'll do fine."

Trip gave her a grateful look.

"Yeah," I said, "you'll do fine." I wanted to give him some
advice, but I didn't want to make him even _more_ self-conscious,
so I gave him my best reassuring smile instead.

"Okay," he said, still a little uncertain. Then he frowned.

"What?"

"Um... will you be okay here?"

I laughed a belly laugh. "Dude," I said, still chuckling, "I was
taking care of two women while you were still fumbling with bra-
straps. Go! Have fun. I'll be fine here."

The women reassured him with nods, so he stood and headed for the
bed. He was nervous at first, but quickly relaxed as Elaine began
sucking his dick.

"He's nice," Amanda said as she scooted closer to me.

"Yeah," Annette said. "Real sweet." She sat on my other side, and
I put my arm around her.

We watched the foursome for a while, but then Amanda and Annette
started kissing. I decided to play with their pussies, so Amanda
returned the favor and stroked me gently as I grew hard in her
hand.

The two women quickly grew heated, and Annette turned to me. I
kissed her, tenderly at first, but with heat. She returned the
kiss as I cupped her breast. It fit in the palm of my hand, and
her nipple hardened as I rubbed it. Amanda descended on my
erection, her lips soft and supple.

Without words, we changed position. I stretched the length of the
couch, and Amanda knelt between my legs. Annette straddled my
face, and I reached up to spread her slippery inner lips. She
tasted of chlorine and sweat and the tang of arousal.

I quickly teased her clit from its hood, and she moaned when I
circled it with my tongue. She was more sensitive than I thought
she'd be, so I steadied her with hands on her hips. When I began
licking in earnest, she rocked in time with my tongue.

I thought she'd scream when she came, but she merely tensed up
and whimpered once, her body rigid above me. I kept sucking her
clit until she abruptly moved to the chair and sat there,
panting.

"Looks like fun," Amanda said.

Annette closed her mouth and moistened her lips. "See for
yourself," she said with a nod.

Amanda looked at me and raised an eyebrow.

"All aboard."

She quickly straddled my face. Her thighs were plumper than
Annette's, and they pressed against my cheeks, soft and smooth.
Her pussy was plumper too, with dark pink lips and closely
trimmed auburn hair.

She was a lot more vocal than Annette, and she gyrated so much
that I thought she was going to wrench my neck. But I held on and
wagged my tongue through her folds. Her pussy was soft and
smooth, different from Annette's, but just as responsive.

Her fingers dug into the armrest when I began sucking her inner
lips, and she cried out each time I circled her clit. She
quivered with pent-up desire, which made me smile at the thought
of pushing her over the edge.

Annette began sucking my dick, so I had to force myself to
concentrate on Amanda. We continued like that for several
minutes, but then something changed. A wave of panic washed over
me when I figured out what it was. I kept licking Amanda, but she
was so close to orgasm that she hardly noticed when my intensity
changed.

I sent a thought at Annette: _Don't do it._

She straddled my hips and began stroking my shaft.

_No, dammit! What about the rules?! Dennis_ told _you--_

She rubbed my cock along her slit.

I tried to say something, but Amanda's thighs muffled my words. I
snarled to myself. I could throw her off my face--and ruin her
orgasm--or finish her and deal with Annette as soon as I could.

I shifted my hips and tried to heave Annette off, but she thought
I was being playful. She cried in delight and rubbed my shaft
over her slit.

_No, you horny--_

She set the tip of my cock at her opening and settled onto me.
Her pussy was hot and wet, but I squeezed my eyes shut in
frustration.

_Fuck, fuck, fuckity, fuck!_

Amanda shrieked as climactic pleasure burst from deep within her.
She gripped the armrest like a desperate woman, the fabric
creaking as she dug in. When her orgasm finally subsided, she
collapsed forward.

I tapped her thigh, and she slid to the floor, panting from the
force of her climax. I probably should've apologized for
unceremoniously dumping her, but I was too upset.

Annette smiled hungrily from astride my hips.

I tried to control my expression, but I wanted to shout, to rage,
to bellow in frustration. Luckily, I suffered a rare attack of
maturity: if I made a scene, I'd ruin everyone's evening. After
all, _my_ temper wasn't _their_ problem.

I put my hands on Annette's hips and took a deep breath. She
could tell that something was wrong, but it took her a moment to
realize what.

"Oops," she said.

I pasted on a fake expression--rigid self-control pretending to
be calm detachment--and lifted her from my hips. My glistening
dick slid from her with a wet sound. The treacherous thing
flopped against my stomach and tried to act innocent.

"Sorry," she said, "I forgot."

"It's okay."

Amanda recovered from her orgasm in a flash. She could read me
better, and saw my barely suppressed anger.

For a long moment, I had a silent argument with myself. I wanted
to fuck Annette--_To hell with Kendall!_--but that was the little
head talking. The big head said get the hell out. _Pronto._ I
wanted to stay. I needed to go.

"What's the matter?" Annette said.

"I... I need to go."

"Why? I won't do it again. Besides, we're just starting to have
fun."

"I know," I said, "but I can't do this. If I stay, I'm gonna have
sex with you--_both_ of you, probably--and that's against the
rules. _My_ rules. So I'd better go."

Amanda seemed to understand, even if Annette didn't--or didn't
_want_ to.

"Gimme a sec," I said as I headed for the bed.

The group there had changed positions. Elaine lay on her back,
sucking Gene while Dennis played with her nipples. Trip was
between her legs, fucking her slowly. He turned when I drew near,
so I bent close and whispered, "I need to get out of here."

"Is everything okay?" Dennis asked.

I lied as cheerfully as I could. "No problem. I just need some
help over here."

"Too hot to handle, huh?"

I hoped my laugh didn't sound forced. "Yeah, pretty much."

"Sorry, guys," Trip said. "I gotta help my buddy."

Elaine grimaced as he withdrew from her pussy, but she blew him a
kiss and then shooed us away. Gene moved between her legs and
started fucking her as Dennis straddled her chest.

Trip leaned close. "What's going on?"

"I'll tell you later," I whispered. "Right now, I need to leave.
Will you be okay by yourself?"

Amanda had figured out what was going on, and she stood a few
feet away. "We'll watch out for him," she said.

Annette joined us. "I'm really sorry," she said. "I got so worked
up that I forgot what I was doing."

"It's okay," I said. I tried to smile. "I really hate to leave,
but..."

I said goodnight and forced myself not to look back as I left. I
was too keyed up for bed, so I went for a walk. When I reached
the sandy road, I turned downhill and headed toward the lake. It
was nearly midnight, so the camp was sleepy and quiet.

I tried to sort through my feelings--it was my own fault for
joining the party without Kendall, but I blamed _her_ for not
being with me in the first place. I blamed her for not spending
more time with me. I blamed her for not caring about my life. I
probably would've blamed her for the Kennedy assassination if I'd
thought of it. I wasn't being fair and I knew it, but I couldn't
help how I felt.

I eventually found myself at the courtyard of Susan's house. I
started toward the kitchen door, but pulled up short. The
Raefords' and Annette's children were spending the night, and the
boys had set up a tent in the courtyard.

The kitchen and living room were dark, so I walked around to the
master bedroom, where the curtains glowed with light. I took a
chance and tapped on the sliding glass door. Susan swept the
curtains aside a moment later. She looked stern, but then blinked
in surprise when she saw me.

"Paul," she said as she slid the door open. "I thought it was the
boys again. They were playing with their flashlights."

"They're asleep now," I said. "At least, the tent was quiet and
dark."

She grew concerned. "What are you doing here? Is everything
okay?"

"No, but I'll survive. Can we talk?"

She stepped aside, and my mom looked up from the bed. They'd been
reading magazines and painting their toenails. I glanced at
Susan's feet and realized she had cotton stuffed between her
toes.

"We're having a slumber party," she said with characteristic
aplomb.

I actually chuckled, with real amusement, but Mom took one look
at me and asked if I was okay.

I started to say yes, but changed my mind and unloaded, about
Kendall, relationships, and life in general. I never raised my
voice, but I poured out my thoughts--_frustrations_, really--
without holding back. When I was done, I took a deep breath and
wiped the saliva from the corners of my mouth.

"Come sit down," Susan said, and they cleared a spot between
them.

I sat on the edge of the bed and hung my head, completely
drained. "I don't know what to do," I said at last. "I'm so
frustrated I can't see straight. I wanted Kendall here this
weekend."

"Sometimes relationships are about sacrifices," Mom said.

"But shouldn't _both_ of us be making them?"

Susan gave me a shrewd look, and Mom nodded in agreement. "Yes,"
she said, "but it's not always equal."

"I don't expect it to be fair all the time," I said, "but I'd
like her to make a sacrifice just _once_. I mean, I drop
everything when she wants to get together. I made the mistake of
not doing that with Gina, and it cost me. But Kendall doesn't
change her plans for me. Ever. And I'm not talking about the
MCAT. I know how important it is, and why she had to spend so
much time studying.

"No, it's the other times, when it doesn't _matter_ whether she
studies at home or with me. Or now, when she could've waited a
week to see her aunt. I mean, she's out of the hospital, for
God's sake. She's doing better!"

"Have you talked to her about it?" Mom said.

I nodded, but then shook my head. Finally, I sighed and stared at
the floor. "It's complicated."

They laughed, soft and ironic, but sympathetic.

Mom said, "Have you thought about"--they shared a look over my
head--"moving on?"

"You mean break up with her?"

"Paul...," Susan said after a moment. Her tone was serious. "You
didn't try to fix things with Gina, and you know that. Now you're
trying to avoid the same mistake with Kendall, but you might be..."

"...trying too hard," Mom finished.

"Too hard?"

They looked at each other and nodded. Then they paused, as if
trying to decide how to say something. Delicately.

"What do you want out of life?" Susan said at last.

"And what does Kendall want?" Mom asked.

"Have you talked about it?"

"What do you want to do after college?"

"What about when Kendall goes to medical school?"

"What will you do then?"

"Does she want children?"

"How many?"

"And when?"

"Do _you?_ Have you thought about it?"

"Have you talked about it?"

Their questions came faster, but they obviously didn't expect
answers. That was good, because I didn't _have_ any.

Kendall wanted children, but I didn't know more. I wanted kids,
of course, but I didn't know how many--two?--or when. Kendall
wanted to be a psychiatrist, and I wanted to be an architect, but
we hadn't talked about anything beyond that.

Worse, I didn't really care about psychology _or_ medicine. They
were dry subjects full of funny words. I didn't even feel guilty
about not being interested, since Kendall certainly didn't care
about porticoes and pediments.

And then there was flying.

I didn't even want to _think_ about our differences there. Even
the word "difference" was an understatement.

"I think I get it," I said at last.

Mom and Susan looked at each other and had one of their silent
conversations.

"The thing is...," Susan began, and Mom finished, "...you need to
think about your future."

"Life is more than 'going with the flow.' You have to work toward
something, a goal."

"With Kendall," Mom said, "or someone else."

I raised my head. "Are you saying I should break up with her?"

She immediately shook her head.

"We're saying," Susan said, "that you need to start thinking
about the future. You don't have to decide right now, but you
need to start asking the questions. If Kendall's the one for you,
then you need to talk to her about some of these things."

"You need to talk to her about your problems, too," Mom added.
"You didn't do that with Gina, and it cost you."

"You need to decide for yourself," Susan said, "but if you're
_this_ unhappy..."

"...and if Kendall _isn't_ the right woman," Mom added, "then you
might need to move on."

"Although it isn't quite that simple," Susan said.

Mom merely nodded.

After the barrage of questions and advice, I was still trying to
put it all together, so I had _no_ idea what they meant. Susan
saw my confusion and drew breath to speak.

"When I finally realized that Greg wasn't the man I wanted to
marry...," she began, but didn't finish. Instead, she shook her
head with regret.

"I had a few boyfriends before I met your father," Mom added,
"but nothing serious, so I didn't have to break up with anybody.
I was lucky, I guess."

"You were," Susan said. "I can still remember the look on Greg's
face when I told him."

"That bad?" Mom said.

Susan nodded.

I couldn't imagine breaking up with Kendall. Then again, I
couldn't have imagined Gina breaking up with me either, but
_that_ had happened.

Mom and Susan sensed that I was lost in thought, so they talked
around me, reliving the past and trying to laugh about it.

What would my future with Kendall be like? _Was_ she the woman I
wanted to marry?

-----

Trip came looking for me a while later. He tapped on the sliding
glass door and looked abashed when Susan slid it open.

"Um... sorry it's so late," he said. "I... um... I'm looking for Paul."

"Come on in," she said. "He's right here."

"Oh, thank God I found you," he said.

I stood. "Are you okay? What's the matter?"

"With me? Nothing. I was worried about _you_."

"I'm fine," I said. I was still horny, still frustrated, and more
confused than ever, but at least I didn't feel like punching
things. Susan must have known, because she gave me a reassuring
smile.

"When you weren't at the cabin," Trip said, "I got worried."

"I'm fine," I said. "I just wandered down here to talk." I didn't
want to relive the entire conversation, so I changed the subject.
"How are you? How was the party?"

He blushed.

"So you had fun?" Susan asked with a grin.

Trip's blush deepened, but his smile was answer enough.

"Annette didn't wear you out?"

"Or Elaine?" Mom added.

"Or Amanda?"

I took pity on him and stopped them with a glance. They weren't
being nosy, but Trip wasn't used to their tag-team delivery.

"Um... no," he said, "they didn't wear me out."

"Ah," Susan said wistfully, "the stamina of the young."

"Indeed," Mom said.

Trip changed the subject. "Annette wanted me to tell you she's
really sorry. She really didn't mean to."

"Mean to what?" Susan said.

Then it hit me: in all my venting about Kendall, I hadn't even
told them about my night.

Susan read me perfectly. "Never mind," she said. "I think I
know." She looked at the clock. "But it's late, and we need our
beauty sleep. So do you, gentlemen. Now shoo."

Trip's expression was a cross between stricken and smitten, and I
fought not to chuckle. We said goodnight and left through the
sliding glass door.

Once he realized I was okay, he was eager to tell me about the
party after I left. Amanda and Annette had double-teamed him, and
then the women had taken turns with all three guys at once.

"God," he said at last, "I think maybe they _did_ wear me out."

I merely grinned and held the cabin door for him.

"I had sex with as many women tonight as I've had in my life!"

"So you like being a swinger?"

"Are you _kidding?_ It's the greatest thing since sliced bread."

I laughed and clapped him on the shoulder. "Good," I said, with a
shove toward the bathroom. "Now go shower. You smell like a
brothel."

He grinned sheepishly.

I climbed into the top bunk and laced my fingers behind my head.
I had a million questions running through my mind, none with easy
answers.

Trip was still talkative when he finished his shower, so I let
him carry the conversation. I paid attention with half an ear,
but I picked up bits and pieces.

I realized what part of his problem was: he still thought of love
and sex as the same thing. I knew the difference, of course, and
had for years. I loved Gina, whether we had sex or not. I didn't
love Elaine, but I still wanted to have sex with her.

Trip wasn't in love with Annette, but he did have a bit of a
crush on her. Still, he was beginning to understand the
difference. Slowly but surely, he was becoming part of my world,
which was the first thing to make me smile in hours.

-----

My balls ached when I woke up. I had my usual morning hard-on, so
I went to the bathroom and jerked off. The pressure eased, but
then I thought about _why_ I had a case of blue balls. I didn't
want to get upset all over again, but I practically jerked the
bathroom door open.

Fortunately, Trip was awake already, and he swung his feet out of
bed when he saw me. Still half-asleep, he stood and passed me on
the way to the bathroom.

"C'mon," I said when he returned, "let's go for a swim."

After breakfast, the Raefords and friends had to pack up and
leave, since Elaine and Amanda had to work on Sunday (hospitals
never close, after all). Trip and I helped load their cars, and
Annette took me aside as we were saying our goodbyes.

She apologized for what had happened, but I told her not to worry
about it. It was as much my fault as hers. She gave me a hug,
more relieved than anything. Trip and I promised to visit them in
Augusta--_with_ Kendall, of course--but the plans were the kind
you make when you're saying goodbye.

After they left, Trip and I headed down to the lake. Some of the
boys and their fathers began throwing a baseball, so Trip
borrowed an extra glove and joined them. I went for a swim and
climbed onto the raft with Leah and Erin. They weren't in a
talkative mood, which suited me fine.

The afternoon was more of the same, although we played volleyball
instead of baseball. Even Leah and Erin came up to watch. We
wanted them to play, but they didn't want to get all sweaty and
sandy. The rest of us had fun anyway, and our team won two games
out of three.

That night, I lay awake in bed, thinking about my problems with
Kendall. When I realized I was brooding, I began designing houses
in my head. I went through Georgian Revival, Federalist,
Foursquare, Prairie Style, and more. Then I started mixing
styles, using elements that worked well together.

When I _still_ couldn't sleep, I slipped out of the cabin and
went for a walk. Susan's house was dark and quiet, so I wandered
down to the lake. The moon had already set, so it was _dark_, but
it was peaceful, too. I slipped into the cold water and quietly
swam toward the dark shape of the raft. With the weather-worn
canvas under my back, I gazed up at the stars.

I needed to talk to Kendall. What _did_ she want to do after
college? Medical school, of course, but what then? How long would
it take her to become a doctor? Where would _I_ be? She had her
residency, and I had my internship. What if they weren't in the
same city? Did I really want to have a long-distance
relationship? Could I stand a couple of _years_ of that?

I loved Kendall, but for the first time in my life, I had serious
doubts about our future. But I wanted to make things work.
Kendall was smart, beautiful, sexy, and fun. On top of that, the
sex was incredible. She was everything I wanted in a woman,
everything I wanted in a wife.

Unfortunately, I couldn't shake the feeling that Mom and Susan
were right, that maybe I _was_ trying too hard.

-----

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