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Author: Nick Scipio
Title: Summer Camp - Book 4: Christy
Part: Chapter 09
Universe: Summer Camp
Summary: Coming-of-age story about a young man whose family
spends their summer vacations at a nudist camp.
Keywords: MF, MFF, M+F, teen, oral, anal, drug
Revision: 1.0
Word Count: 13,579
Web Site: http://www.nickscipio.com/summercamp/book4/
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This story is intended as ADULT entertainment. It contains
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This story is a work of fiction. All characters and events
portrayed in it are fictional, and any resemblance to real people
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Summer Camp - Book 4: Christy
by Nick Scipio

CHAPTER NINE

I made the mistake of calculating the flight time from Knoxville
to South Carolina: less than two hours. I wanted to grumble about
Kendall's fear of flying, but it wouldn't do any good.

Still, I felt the need to vent, so I took out my frustrations
with my weights. When I finished, I toweled off and tried to look
on the bright side--we'd have six or seven hours to enjoy each
other's company, without distractions.

We loaded the Cruiser and left on Wednesday afternoon. I glanced
at my watch and silently figured our arrival time. I thought I
hid my frustration, but Kendall read me perfectly, so I braced
for an argument. She surprised me when she smiled apologetically.

"Thank you for driving," she said.

I didn't want to let go of my anger, so I merely nodded.

"I know it'll take longer than flying, but I'll make it worth
your while." She trailed a finger over her breast and circled a
nipple.

I wasn't going to give in _that_ easily, although I watched her
out of the corner of my eye.

"For instance, we can't pull over to the side of the road in an
airplane."

"So?"

"How else are you going to slide your long, _hard_ cock into me?"
She even managed to look ingenuous.

_Uh-uh. It's not going to be that easy._ "You can have sex in an
airplane," I said aloud. "It's called the Mile High Club."

"Can you bend me over and fuck me from behind?"

"Of course," I lied. In reality, it would be a good way to get
killed, but I wasn't going to tell _her_ that.

"Can you throw my legs over your shoulders and fuck me deep?"

"Yeah, sure." _Um, no, not really._

"Can I kneel in front of you as you hold my head and fuck my
face?"

"Except for the kneeling." _And the control yoke. And the
instrument panel. And the..._

"Can you tie me spread-eagle and fuck me till I beg for mercy?"

"I can't tie you, but the rest is doable." _If I want to end my
life in a fiery, orgasmic crash._

"Can we sixty-nine?"

I started to answer, but then gave up. "Okay, you got me there."

"See?" she said. "Driving is much better than flying."

"If you say so."

"Here, I'll show you." Without taking off her blouse, she
unfastened her bra, wriggled out of it, and tossed it to the back
seat.

"I won't be needing that," she said, and began teasing her
nipples again. They quickly stiffened under the thin cotton of
her shirt. A minute later she raised her skirt and slid her
panties over her long legs. "I won't be needing _those_ either."

I knew what she was trying to do--distract me with sex--and it
was beginning to work. Worse, she knew me well enough to realize
it.

"Have you ever thought about being a truck driver?" she said out
of the blue.

My brow creased.

"You know," she said, "driving along, with nothing but your
thoughts for company."

I still didn't get it.

"Would you look at the women you passed? Think about having sex
with them?"

_Ah, it's a fantasy._ "Sure, I guess," I said.

"Would you pick up hitchhikers?"

_And that's my cue._ "If they were sexy enough... like you."

She smiled eagerly, but then got a far-away look. "You could make
me earn my ride."

"Yeah," I said, "that's not a bad idea. But what could you do?" I
pretended to think. "Sing? Nah, I've got the radio. Tell me a
story? No." I shrugged. "So, what can a pretty girl do to earn
her ride?" I paused and considered. "I know!"

"What?"

"Show me some skin," I said.

"Some skin?"

"Yeah. Show me your tits."

"Do I have to?"

"You want a ride, don't you?"

She played at being reluctant, but her breathing quickened as she
unbuttoned her blouse.

"Your pussy, too," I said.

She lifted her skirt.

"Spread your legs." I glanced over. "Now play with yourself."

She moved the waist chain's pendant aside, revealing her smooth
slit. I watched out of the corner of my eye as she began teasing
her clit in small circles. She closed her eyes and moaned softly
as she slid a finger into her slippery opening.

I shifted in my seat to relieve the pressure on my dick, and
mentally kicked myself for being such a pushover. Her fantasies
were too hot to pass up, but I still felt manipulated.

She moaned again and buried her finger to the knuckle. I forgot
about my quibbles as she slowly raised the finger and tasted her
juices. She continued teasing me for a couple of miles, until I
unzipped my pants.

"Time to earn your ride."

"Oh, no! I couldn't possibly--"

"Put out or get out," I said. "C'mon, get a move on. I haven't
got all day."

She protested a bit more, but I wouldn't take no for an answer.
Finally, she bent over me with perfectly feigned reluctance. I
put my hand on the back of her head and held her down.

"Yeah, that's right," I said gruffly.

She moaned and tried to swallow me whole. We passed a truck
driver who glanced over and saw her head in my lap. He honked his
air horn, and Kendall's mouth went from hot to molten.

"You like that?" I said.

She nodded, her lips still tight around my shaft.

The next trucker didn't notice, so I sped up and approached a
third. Kendall shifted her hips and began playing with her pussy.
The truck driver honked, and Kendall's mouth went into overdrive,
hot and wet as she bobbed in my lap. I let him watch for a few
minutes, but then mashed the accelerator.

The fourth trucker was talking on the CB as we approached, and he
turned to leer before we even pulled up to his cab. He blew his
air horn, a long blast followed by a couple of short ones.

Kendall plunged her lips over my cock and moaned. The vibrations
made my head swim, and I tried not to swerve off the road. The
trucker honked again, and Kendall rammed her mouth down. Searing
pleasure exploded deep within me, and I spewed down her throat.
She went rigid a moment later, her fingers vibrating over her
clit.

I wanted to close my eyes and enjoy the sensations as she
swallowed the last of my load, but I didn't want to end my life
in a fiery, orgasmic crash. I actually chuckled at the thought,
but Kendall ignored me, lost in her own post-orgasmic stupor.

When she recovered enough to move, she pulled her fingers from
her pussy and closed her legs. The trucker blew his horn in
protest. I felt like flipping him the bird--Who did he think he
was, complaining that his free sex show wasn't available when he
wanted it?--but I stomped on the gas instead. When I finally
slowed down, Kendall sat up, beautifully disheveled.

"Oh my goodness... that was amazing! I got so hot when that truck
driver honked." She flashed a smile. "See why driving is so much
better than flying?"

She wasn't going to convince me anytime soon, but I didn't mind
her trying.

-----

The trip seemed quicker than it really was, especially since
Kendall was horny for most of it. Her road trips in the RV with
her family had inspired a lot of fantasies. In addition to her
"earn her ride" one, another involved truckers fucking her in a
dive bar. In yet another, she had to suck their dicks through a
"glory hole," whatever _that_ was.

In others she was a biker's girlfriend, a hitchhiker, a woman
with car trouble, or some other damsel in distress. She even had
one where she was stopped by the police, who took turns fucking
her at the station.

After sunset, she took off her clothes and left them off, even
when we stopped for gas. Not surprisingly, we pulled over to have
sex three times, so I was pretty worn-out by the time we arrived
at camp.

Most of the buildings were dark, but a light glowed in the
clubhouse. Susan had left a note on the pool table-- Stacy and
Jason were still in Columbia, and we were the first to arrive.

Susan had made up our room, so Kendall and I unloaded the
Cruiser, took a shower, and finally climbed into bed. I think I
fell asleep the minute my head hit the pillow.

-----

We ate breakfast with Susan, but she had errands in town, so we
made small talk until she was ready to leave. We had our own
errands, but Kendall volunteered us to make up the other guest
rooms. We spent an hour making beds and tidying up the rooms
before heading to town ourselves.

At the dressmaker's shop, a short, round, cheerful woman pinned
Kendall into a strapless crimson dress. I wasn't very impressed,
but then the woman began making adjustments to fit the dress to
Kendall's full figure. By the time she was done, Kendall looked
fantastic. She glanced at me to gauge my reaction, and I was
happy to leer my approval.

We ate a quick lunch before my tux fitting, but we still had to
rush to get to the shop. The man who did the fitting was
glacially slow. What should have taken thirty minutes took almost
an hour and a half. I was ready to pull my hair out, but I kept
my cool.

Finally, he bagged the tux and added the matching cummerbund from
the dressmaker. We made it back to the Pines with just enough
time to shower and get dressed for the rehearsal. I drove like a
madman, but we were the last ones to arrive at the church.

Stacy moved to greet us, but the wedding coordinator snapped,
"Oh, no, dear! You mustn't move." She shook her head and muttered
about "the dignity of the ceremony."

Stacy just rolled her eyes, although she held her position by the
altar. She looked as pretty as ever, and I let my eyes roam over
her lithe figure. Her fianc\351, Jason, was just as I remembered:
tall and soft-looking, not quite pudgy, but close.

The rehearsal itself was simple, but that was a good thing, since
I spent most of the time trying to pick out who would be at the
swingers' party later.

I was sure about the maid of honor, Sydney, a petite brunette
with big brown eyes and a wry smile. Her fianc\351, a tall, regular-
looking guy named Woody, was the best man. He started to walk
back with us to practice the processional, but the coordinator
told him to stand by the altar with Jason and the minister.

The third groomsman cracked a joke about the coordinator, and
then silently mocked her when she huffed peevishly.

"Steve," his girlfriend whispered, "be nice."

"Lighten up, Charlene. I'm just havin' fun."

Charlene was standing in for Kara Coulter, and I studied her out
of the corner of my eye. She had short blonde hair and a lush
figure, with full breasts and curvy hips, all squeezed into a
tight blouse and painted-on Jordache jeans.

Steve and Charlene walked down the aisle, and then I offered my
arm to Kendall. We shared a look, and I understood hers
immediately: when would _we_ walk down the aisle as bride and
groom? I didn't have an immediate answer, which was more of an
answer than I was willing to admit.

Sydney walked down the aisle alone. When she reached her
position, Susan paused for several seconds and then stood
gracefully. As the de facto mother of the bride, the congregation
would rise when she did, so the organist began the wedding march,
and Stacy emerged on Gunny's arm. He looked older than I
remembered, but his eyes shone with pride.

The minister coached us through the ceremony and we practiced the
recessional. We did the whole thing again, and then stood in a
group as the wedding coordinator gave us final instructions about
"the blessed day."

When it was over, Stacy finally had a chance to greet us. We
joined the rest of the wedding party, and she made introductions.

"Sydney's my best friend," she said. "We started the MBA program
at the same time, and we've been inseparable ever since. Even
better, Woody's an accountant, so he and Jason have a lot in
common."

"Nice to meet you," I said as we shook hands.

"This is Steve," Stacy said, "and his girlfriend, Charlene. Steve
and Jason are both car nuts, so that's how we met them. Steve
owns a garage and custom shop."

I faked a smile and we shook hands.

"Dave's another car guy," Stacy said as she introduced one of the
ushers, a handsome guy with a smile like Elvis. "He and Steve
race at Concord every weekend. Except _this_ weekend, of course."

"Nice to meet you, Dave," I said.

"And this is Dave's girlfriend, Maddy," Stacy said, introducing a
dark-haired girl with striking, almost exotic features. "She's
part Catawba. Isn't she beautiful?"

"Absolutely," I said as I shook her hand.

Stacy introduced us to the rest of the people--Jason's family,
mostly--and then we headed to the restaurant, where Kendall and I
sat with the rest of the wedding party.

After a couple of beers, Steve and Dave started telling stories
from their frat days at South Carolina. I thought Kendall would
snub them immediately, but she laughed as much as Charlene and
Maddy.

The Frat Boys quickly got on my nerves, so I started a
conversation with Sydney and Woody. He was the quiet type, so she
did all the talking. They didn't seem to have much in common, but
their expressions held an easy familiarity when they looked at
each other. It was the same look I saw in my parents' eyes. Stacy
and Jason had it too, and I wondered if Kendall and I did.

_Hell,_ I thought with a mental snort, _we're not even_ talking
_to each other at the moment._

When dinner wound down, we said goodbye to Jason's family and the
others who lived in town. Susan, Gunny, and Lenore headed back to
camp, and Stacy and Jason joined us by Steve's car, a souped-up
Barracuda.

Our voices trailed off, and anticipation crackled in the air.
When Stacy finally grinned, it spread like wildfire around the
circle.

"Are we ready?" she said at last.

"Hell yeah!" Steve whooped, louder than anyone else.

-----

Back at camp, we unloaded two coolers of beer from Steve's trunk,
as well as a boom box from Dave's. Once we set up in the
clubhouse, I thought things would get going pretty quickly, but
we stood around drinking and talking for nearly thirty minutes.

Finally, Charlene drained her beer and began dancing to Lynyrd
Skynyrd's "Gimme Three Steps." She backed away from the group,
her hips swaying to the beat as she made a show of unbuttoning
her blouse.

Steve and Dave hooted and cheered her on, and I hid a frown at
their antics. They were probably nice enough guys when they
hadn't been drinking, but I couldn't shake my dislike.

Charlene pulled open her blouse with the flair of a stripper. She
was wearing a white lace bra, which barely held her breasts. They
weren't _quite_ as big as Kendall's, but that didn't stop me from
admiring them.

When she shucked her skintight jeans and kicked them aside, the
Frat Boys hooted even louder. Without warning, Kendall handed me
her beer and joined Charlene. The Frat Boys went wild, and even
Jason and Woody cheered.

Sydney leaned close to talk over the music and cheers. "Aren't
you having fun?"

I shrugged. "Yeah, I guess."

Her eyes flashed and she pulled me onto the improvised dance
floor. Beside us, Kendall was down to her bra and panties, and
Charlene was playing with her waist chain. The Frat Boys cheered
them on, of course.

Sydney drew my attention with a laugh. "I thought you've done
this before."

"I have," I said tersely. _But not with frat rats hooting at my
girlfriend._

Jason and Stacy joined us on the dance floor, and he twirled her
like a square dancer. He was surprisingly light on his feet,
especially for a big guy. Sydney danced into my arms, her slender
body pressed against me. I felt nervous dancing with her as her
fianc\351 watched, but she followed my gaze and smiled.

"Don't worry about Woody. We have an open relationship."

I arched an eyebrow in question.

"He's one of those guys who likes sex a couple of times a week,"
she said as she turned and pressed her ass against my crotch.

"And what about you?"

"Me?" she said, all innocence. "I like sex a couple of times a
_day_."

I tried not to grin, but I couldn't help myself. She turned away
with a smirk, so I held her hips and gyrated against her.

On the other side of the dance floor, Kendall and Charlene were
down to their panties. They rubbed their breasts together as the
Frat Boys leered and sang along--badly--with Steve Miller Band's
"Jungle Love."

Woody and Maddy leaned against a couch, although he was massaging
her shoulders instead of dancing. Her eyes were closed in
pleasure as she swayed in front of him. Sydney tickled my crotch
again, and tugged my hands to her small breasts. We danced
(groped) for another song or two, but then Stacy tapped her
shoulder.

"Trade with me, Syd."

Sydney flashed me an amused grin and headed for Jason.

Stacy glided into my arms, and I pulled her close, even though it
wasn't a slow song. She'd filled out since I'd seen her last, and
her body felt good under my hands. She was still slender, but
less boyish than I remembered.

We danced for a few minutes, but then the Frat Boys whooped as
Kendall revealed her shaved pussy.

"What's the matter?" Stacy said, but then she followed my glance.
"Oh, don't worry about them. They're a little immature sometimes,
but they're good guys. Besides, Kendall's a grown woman. She can
handle herself."

I had my doubts, especially with dipshits like the Frat Boys to
encourage her.

"Relax," Stacy said. "They're Jason's friends. They wouldn't be
here if we didn't trust them."

I shrugged, but didn't argue.

"Besides," Stacy said, leaning close, "I have a treat for you."
She gnawed her lip and gazed up at me.

"What kind of treat?" I said at last.

"A good one." She grinned. "Well, good for me, too, but you never
complained."

I laughed, at ease for the first time since we'd returned from
town.

"I also have a surprise," Stacy said.

"What kind of surprise?"

"A good one. But first," she said, "you need to help me out of
this dress." She turned so I could undo the buttons down her
back. She shrugged out of the dress and folded it over a chair.
Then she took off her bra and panties.

I admired her smooth back for a moment, but then my gaze fell to
the curves of her ass. She turned and caught me staring. My face
heated as I blushed, but she merely smiled and walked toward me.
Her pubic hair was trimmed into a wide strip, and my dick
stiffened at the thought of fucking her.

She smiled and began unbuttoning my shirt, so I snuck a quick
look at the others. Woody and Maddy were making out by the
couches. Her top was unbuttoned, but I couldn't see more. Kendall
and Charlene were still dancing for the Frat Boys, who were down
to their underwear.

Sydney had shed her clothes--I kicked myself for not paying
attention--and I paused to admire her slender body. Jason was
tweaking her nipples as she tried to unbuckle his pants. She
fumbled as jolts of pleasure made her shudder. He saw me watching
and grinned like an idiot. I couldn't help but laugh, which made
Stacy turn and look.

"He always does that," she said with a laugh. "She can almost
come from playing with them."

"I'll keep that in mind."

"Oh, you'll get your chance," Stacy said, "but not till you're
done with me."

"Yes, ma'am."

She play-glared and then unbuckled my belt. She tugged at my
zipper and I helped her finish undressing me. Then, almost
absurdly, we started dancing again, to AC/DC's "You Shook Me All
Night Long." I felt like an idiot, but I decided to have fun in
spite of myself (although I wanted to put a sock in Steve's mouth
every time he shouted "Whoo-hoo, yeah!").

After fifteen or twenty minutes of dancing and drinking--
punctuated by a lot of flirting--Stacy made eye contact with
Jason. They had a silent conversation and he nodded. Sydney
winked at me.

"Hey," Jason said, raising his voice over the music, "let's head
down to the hot tub."

"Whoo-hoo, yeah!"

I gritted my teeth.

Woody and Maddy rose from the couch, and I got my first look at
her body. She had firm breasts with puffy reddish nipples, and
her dark pubic hair was trimmed into a wide wedge. I smiled when
our eyes met. Her answering smile held a trace of shyness, so I
let my eyes slide away as she picked up her towel.

"I think she's so beautiful," Stacy said quietly.

"Yeah, she is." I said.

"Too bad she doesn't like women."

"You can't have _everything_," I teased. I went to pick up my own
towel, but Stacy stopped me with a gesture.

Sydney gave me a smug look as she led Jason away. Steve threw his
leather jacket onto a cooler and then hefted it, and Dave grabbed
the boom box. I tried to catch Kendall's eye, but she followed
Charlene out the door without a backward glance.

Stacy frowned. "What was that about?"

"You don't wanna know."

"Is everything okay between you? Do you need to go with her?"

"No and no."

She raised an eyebrow.

"'She's a grown woman,'" I quoted. "'She can handle herself.'" I
sounded bitter and mocking, even to myself. "Sorry, I didn't mean
to sound so mean."

"You sound upset," Stacy said.

"Frustrated, mostly. But it's nothing new."

"Oh?"

"I really don't wanna talk about it," I said. "Not now, at least.
Maybe some other time."

"Are you sure?"

I nodded.

"Okay, some other time."

I took the opportunity to change the subject. "Where are you
going for your honeymoon?"

Stacy knew what I'd done, but she didn't call me on it. "A
sailboat cruise in the Caribbean," she said at last, brightening.
"Courtesy of Susan."

"Wow. That sounds like fun."

"I hope so. We've never been sailing before, but we love the
water."

We moved to the couches as she told me about the cruise. She and
Jason would be the only couple aboard, aside from the owner and
his wife.

"They specialize in romantic cruises," Stacy finished. "Candle-
lit dinners, champagne, romantic ports of call..."

"Sounds like fun." We fell silent for a moment before I grinned
at her. "Is that why you held me back? To talk about your
honeymoon?"

Her cheeks turned pink. "No. Besides, you asked _me_ about it. I
held you back 'cause I have a surprise for you. Remember?"

"A surprise _and_ a treat."

"And a treat," she agreed.

"So, what do I do? Just sit here and let you indulge my every
whim? Or do I have to do jumping jacks or something?"

"No," she laughed, but then pretended to reconsider.

I smirked and made to stand up. "Well, if I gotta..."

"No, no jumping jacks," she said quickly, and held me down. "Just
sit back and relax." She slid off the couch and knelt between my
legs. "There," she said. "That's better."

I grinned as she began playing with my dick.

"My surprise is a blowjob?" I teased.

"No, smarty pants. You'll see."

I quit talking when she planted a line of soft kisses down my
semi-hard shaft. She nuzzled my balls, but then kissed her way
back up. I closed my eyes and felt my nostrils flare as I sucked
in a deep breath.

She moaned softly as she wrapped her lips around my glans. She
actually liked giving head, even if she didn't like the taste of
come. She'd tried to swallow before, but she always ended up
gagging, so I reminded myself to warn her before I came.

In the meantime, I was more than happy to enjoy myself. She
really _did_ like giving head, and she moaned softly each time
she swallowed me. When she pulled back at last, she smiled, her
lips shiny with saliva.

"I forgot how big you are," she said. "I don't know if I can do
this."

"Do what?"

She ignored me and swallowed half my length in one lunge. She
moaned when she closed her lips around my shaft, and I felt
light-headed as she gripped my thighs and worked my cock into her
throat. She held me there for a long moment and then came up with
a deep breath.

"Oh, yeah," she said, staring at my saliva-coated dick, "this is
gonna work."

"_What_ is gonna--?" I groaned as she swallowed me deep again.
She couldn't take more than four or five inches, but it was
enough to make my head swim.

She began sucking in earnest, and I knew I wouldn't last long.

"Get ready," I said.

Her lips caressed the length of my shaft as she pulled back, but
then she plunged down again, her mouth smooth and tight around my
cock.

"I'm gonna come," I grunted. She kept sucking. "Stacy," I said,
my voice rising, "I'm gonna come."

I bucked my hips and tried to push her away, but she held on. The
pressure in my balls grew almost painful, but I tried to will
myself not to explode.

She plunged again, her lips halfway down my shaft. Then,
incredibly, she took me deeper.

"Stacy! I'm gonna come!"

The ring of muscles in her throat contracted around my glans, and
she began stroking the base of my shaft. I tried again to push
her away, but I didn't want to hurt her. Then I felt the rush of
semen flowing up my shaft.

I expected her to pull away, choking and gagging. Instead, she
tightened her lips as the second spurt gushed down her throat. I
closed my eyes and groaned as pleasure suffused my senses.

Stacy pulled back when I finally stopped shooting. She gasped for
breath, but then wiped her lips and looked at me with a drunken
smile.

"Holy shit," I panted. "That was incredible. But... are you
okay?"

She nodded. Then she swallowed and made a face. "Residue."

I shook my head in confusion. "I thought...," I said at last, "I
mean... you don't like..."

"Surprise."

"But how...?"

"Susan suggested it. It's easier with Jason--he's not as thick--
but I still got you into my throat. Your dick is past my tongue,
so I don't taste it when you come." She grimaced and wiped her
mouth again. "I always taste it on the way out, though."

"But... I mean... do you actually enjoy it?"

She shrugged. "Jason enjoys it, and so do you, so..." She
shrugged again. "It's okay. A bit weird, feeling you spurt in my
throat. It takes a lot of control not to gag, but I'm getting
better. I'm used to Jason, who's not as big--"

"Hold on," I interrupted, "I thought he was... you know... well-
hung." I hadn't actually seen him hard yet, but I vaguely
remembered Stacy talking about him.

"He is, but he's long. You're thicker." She glanced at my half-
hard dick. "A _lot_ thicker."

"You never complained before."

Her expression warmed, and she caressed my thighs. "I'm not
complaining now. It's just that I'm not used to you. In a way,
it's like the first time all over again." She got to her feet and
curled up next to me on the couch. Then she laughed
nostalgically. "Do you remember our first time?"

"In your trailer, way back when?"

"Mmm hmm."

"Oh yeah, I remember. That was the first time I ever had anal
sex."

Her eyes grew distant as she remembered. "Wow, that seems like so
long ago, but it was only... what? Four years?"

"Yeah."

"A lot of things have changed since then."

"No kidding. You're about to get married!"

Her smile turned girlish as her cheeks flushed. "And you're in
college. What did I call you back then? 'Mr. Fifteen'?"

"Yeah." I chuckled at the memory, but then another one struck me.
"What ever happened to Randy?"

"Killed in a bar fight," she said flatly. "In Alaska."

"In _Alaska?_ What the hell was he doing there?"

"I don't know, and I don't care. Jason's private investigator
located the death certificate. We had to find out if I was still
married." She tried to look bleak. "Now I'm a widow."

I snorted. "The happiest widow _I_ know!"

"Yeah. Isn't it great?" She smiled giddily, but then got a
faraway look.

"What?"

"In a way, a part of me still loved Randy. I mean, he was my
first..."

"But he did some pretty awful things."

"Yeah. The asshole." But she said it without heat. She took a
deep breath and forced a happy face. "I'm much better off without
him."

"The whole _world_ is better off without him."

"Yeah, but... he didn't deserve to die like that."

_He deserved to be gang-raped in prison._

"Still, I'm much better off without him."

"You're much better off _with_ Jason," I said.

"Not to mention _you_... and Susan... and Sydney... and a lot of
other people."

I put my arm around her and held her close. I still loved her,
even if I wasn't _in love_ with her.

"You were the first guy who ever treated me like I was worth
something."

"You _are_ worth something," I said. "Quite a bit, actually."

She laughed, but it was tinged with sadness. We sat in silence
for a while, lost in thought.

"I still love you, you know," I said at last. "I always will."

"I love you too," she said softly. "But it's weird, isn't it?"

"What?"

"How we were right for each other at the time, but not forever."
She sat up and looked at me. "I mean, I _do_ love you, but it's
different. With Jason..." Her expression turned soft. "He's my
life, my soul mate."

The silence stretched out, and she leaned against me again. I put
my arm around her, her body warm next to mine.

"Are you ready for your treat?" she said at last. "Or _my_ treat,
I guess."

"Sure!"

She tucked her legs beneath her and sat up. Her eyes were a bit
red, but she still looked beautiful.

"Okay," she said, "we have this little swinging group, right?"

I nodded.

"Well, Jason and I don't do everything with them. I don't, at
least."

I raised an eyebrow.

"I don't do anal with anyone but Jason. I save that for him."

I felt a surge of disappointment, but I didn't let it reach my
face. "I understand."

"But we talked it over, and he knows how much I care for you,
so... I thought maybe you could... you know... if you want..."

I actually smiled as a trace of her old insecurity crept in.

"What's so funny?"

I tried to wipe the smile from my face. Unsuccessfully.
"Nothing."

"No, tell me."

"You," I said at last. "You're cute when you're nervous."

"Well, how should I know if you want to fuck me in the ass or
not?"

I laughed, and she waved a fist at me.

I pulled her toward me with a perfect arm drag. (Wrestling
reflexes die hard, I guess.) She struggled until I kissed her,
and then she sighed as the kiss deepened.

I walked my fingers down her stomach to her pussy. Her wiry pubic
hair brushed my palm as I teased her slit. She wasn't very wet,
but heat radiated from between her legs.

She moaned against me as I parted her pussy lips and spread her
growing moisture. She opened her legs, although her mouth never
left mine. My tongue danced with hers, our breath coming heavy,
and she arched her back as I pressed the hidden button of her
clit.

We kissed and caressed for several minutes, the heat growing
between us. At some unspoken signal, I lifted her to my lap. She
straddled my hips and sank onto my erection with a soft moan. Our
lips found each other again as she began moving her hips.

We fucked like that for a long time, but then I rolled her to her
back and began pounding into her. Her small breasts bounced with
each thrust, her face a mask of ecstasy.

"Do me... from... behind...," she panted at last.

I pulled out and she flipped to her hands and knees. Then I
scooted forward and slid into her pussy. After several minutes of
rapid thrusts, I slowed down and spread her cheeks. The pink
rosette of her anus winked at me, and she turned to look over her
shoulder.

"Go easy," she said. "Remember, you're thicker than I'm used to."

I pulled my dick from her pussy, shiny with her juices. She
shuddered in anticipation as I rubbed the head over her ass. Then
I eased forward, and the tip entered her.

"Oh, yes," she hissed.

I pulled back after a moment, my glans barely inside her. Then I
pushed forward again, sinking another inch. She moaned softly as
I worked myself into her.

After nearly a minute of back and forth, I finally buried the
last inch. Her sphincter gripped me as a wave of pleasure washed
over her.

"Go slow at first," she said. She hung her head, and her
shoulders heaved with her breathing as I pulled back for the
first thrust.

I took my time and fucked her with steady strokes. She cried out
each time I sank into her, and I marveled that anything the size
of my dick could fit in her ass.

"A little faster," she said at last.

I obliged her, and she reached between her legs to caress my
balls with each thrust. Then she groaned, and I felt another
spasm in her sphincter.

"Oh, yeah, that's it," she hissed. "Faster."

I rammed into her. She gasped from the force of it, but didn't
complain. We fucked like that for several minutes, groaning from
the intense pleasure.

"Come in my ass," she gasped. "I wanna feel it."

I was close, but I wanted her to come first, so I tried to hold
back. I thought of anything but sex, even as I pounded into her.

She came with an explosive cry, but I barely noticed. My own
orgasm welled deep within me, my balls tight and primed for
release. I thrust hard, and jerked at the live-wire sensation of
semen coursing up my shaft.

Stacy moaned when she felt my come bathe her insides. Her muscles
tensed as another wave of pleasure washed over her, and my mind
reeled at the sensations in my cock.

When our orgasms finally subsided, we collapsed forward, my dick
still buried deep within her. I don't know how long we lay like
that, but it felt so good that I didn't want to move. Stacy
smiled beneath me as our breathing slowly returned to normal.

"You fuck pretty good, Mr. Fifteen," she said, her voice husky
with lingering pleasure.

"You fuck pretty good too, Miss Bride-to-be."

She laughed. "If my future husband could see me now..."

I kissed her lightly on the cheek.

She smiled and closed her eyes as she savored the moment.

-----

"So, what's up with you and Kendall?" Stacy said as we took turns
lathering under the spray of the shower. "Problems, obviously."

"Nothing a long weekend at a friend's wedding won't cure." I was
being sarcastic, and Stacy frowned.

"Seriously," she said. "What's the matter?"

I started to tell her, but then Sydney rounded the corner.

"Hi," she said cheerfully. "Mind if I join you?"

Stacy started to ask her to give us a minute, but I caught her
eye and shook my head. She raised an eyebrow, but I merely shook
my head again.

Oblivious, Sydney took the soap from my hand. "You didn't wear
him out, did you, Stace?"

I forced a laugh. "No."

"Good," she said, "'cause I have big plans for you two."

Stacy smiled apologetically, and I mouthed "Later." She nodded.

"I had to come up here to escape the 'full rack club' down at the
hot tub," Sydney continued, still clueless. She grinned at Stacy.
"Us small-chested girls have to stick together. Besides," she
added, "Charlene and Kendall had the guys pretty much wrapped
up."

"Oh?" I said, feeling her out. "What's going on?"

"Kendall wants to pull a train, and Charlene is getting the guys
warmed up for her."

I had a sudden flashback to Kendall's fantasy of getting fucked
by the men of camp while she lay spread-eagle on the lawn.

"What's Maddy doing?" Stacy asked.

"Just watching. She has a headache."

"Oh, bless her heart," Stacy said. "I hope she gets to feeling
better."

I ignored the girls and imagined Kendall on her back. Shadowy men
stood over her, waiting their turn to climb between her legs. I
didn't mind her having sex with other men, but four at a time
seemed... excessive. Still, it wasn't very different from things
_I'd_ done, so I couldn't really object.

_But... four guys at a time?_

Stacy frowned at my expression.

I tried to deflect her attention by ogling Sydney, but I couldn't
fool her. She started to say something, but then Sydney caught me
looking and pressed her ass against my flaccid cock. I gripped
her hips and play-humped. Stacy merely arched an eyebrow, and
Sydney finally caught on.

"Did I interrupt something serious?" she asked.

"Yes." "No."

"Sounds like I did," she said, and turned off the water. "I'll be
heading back to the big-boob train."

"Syd, wait." "No, don't go."

"It sounds like you two have something serious to talk about,"
Sydney said. She didn't seem hurt, but she was determined to
leave us alone.

"Please stay, Syd," Stacy said.

Sydney looked at me, and I nodded. "Stay."

"I don't like it," she said at last. "If you two need to work
something out, then--"

Stacy laughed with relief. "No, you don't understand," she said.
"It's not about Paul and _me_."

"It's about Kendall," I explained.

"She seemed fine when I left her," Sydney said, a little
confused.

"About _me_ and Kendall," I said.

"Ah, I get it." Her expression changed. "Do you want to go down
to the hot tub? Kendall said you have an open relationship,
but..."

Something snapped within me. "She said _what?_"

"Um... She said you have an open relationship?"

I laughed, albeit with a hysterical edge.

"What did I say?" Sydney asked Stacy, more confused than ever.

"Kendall and I _don't_ have an 'open relationship,'" I said. "At
least, not like you're talking about. We only have an 'open
relationship'"--I practically spat the words--"when she feels
like it. I couldn't get her to talk about the rules to save my
life, but now that _she_ wants to fuck the Frat Boys, _she_
decides we have an open fucking relationship?"

"You really don't?" Sydney said.

"I guess we do now!"

"Did I say something wrong?" Sydney asked Stacy.

With an effort of will, I forced a calm expression. "No," I said
at last. "You didn't say anything wrong. I'm not angry with you.
I'm sorry I lost my temper." I snatched my towel and began drying
off, using it as an excuse to seethe in silence.

I wanted to rant and rave, to storm down the hill and tell
Kendall what I thought of our "open relationship," but that would
ruin everyone's evening. Worse, the Frat Boys were drunk enough
that they might even try to defend her, and I knew exactly what
I'd do if they did. _That_ wouldn't be good for anyone, so I
clamped a firm grip on my temper.

Another part of me snarled in frustration at the irony--my sudden
attacks of maturity were _really_ starting to put a damper on my
tirades.

Oh, the humanity.

Kendall and I needed to talk, and soon. I wanted to let my anger
take over, but it wouldn't solve anything. In fact, it would only
make things worse. So I took another deep breath and stared into
space for a moment.

"Do you want to go down to the hot tub?" Stacy asked quietly.

I shook my head. "Maybe later."

She nodded.

I blew out my breath and felt the anger drain away. I was still
frustrated with Kendall, but at least I didn't want to yell at
her anymore.

Once Stacy and Sydney realized I wasn't going to explode, we
finished drying off and headed for the couches. The girls were
still leery of my temper, but they acted like they weren't. They
talked about everyday things, and I did my best not to sink into
a funk. Sydney even teased me about being preoccupied, but that
didn't work either.

"How about distraction sex?" she said at last.

"Huh?"

"Distraction sex," she said matter-of-factly. "You know, like
make-up sex, or revenge sex, or--"

I held up a hand. "I get it." Her attitude was so cheerful that I
let a grin slip through my dark mood.

"Uh-oh," she said to Stacy. "He smiled."

"I think you're right," Stacy said.

"Do it again," Sydney said, play-eager. "You're cute when you
smile."

I rolled my eyes, but she wasn't buying it.

"Really, you are. Isn't he, Stace?"

"I've always thought he was cute," Stacy said, more sedately.
Then she actually blushed. "At one point, I thought he was the
man I wanted to marry." She laughed. "He was too young at the
time, but that never stopped true love."

I held her eyes for a moment, and she smiled tentatively.

The mood threatened to turn heavy again, but Sydney saved it with
a melodramatic sigh. "Ah, true love." She clasped her hands to
her heart and fluttered her eyelashes. "O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore
art thou Romeo? Deny thy horniness and refuse thy distraction
sex!"

Stacy snickered. "That's not how it goes, Syd."

Sydney blinked, the picture of innocence. "It's not?" She made a
show of thinking about it, ticking the words on her fingers as
she silently repeated the quote. "No, I think that's right. 'Deny
thy horniness and refuse thy distraction sex!' I distinctly
recall the line about distraction sex."

I laughed at that point, and Sydney was about to say something
else when the back door creaked open. Maddy came in, holding her
head.

"I'm sorry, Stacy," she said as she approached. "My head is
killing me. I'm gonna take some Tylenol and lay down."

"Oh, bless your heart," Stacy said, "I'll walk you to your room."
She returned a minute later. "I hate that she's not feeling
well," she said. "Besides..."

We glanced toward the back door and thought the same thing:
Kendall and Charlene with four guys. I trusted Jason and Woody
not to let things go too far, but I didn't have the same
confidence in Steve and Dave.

Without a word, we headed toward the back door. Music still
drifted up from the boom box, but the volume wasn't as loud as it
had been in the clubhouse. We started down the steps, and two
figures came into view by the hot tub.

"...yeah, she's hot, all right," Steve said.

"Totally bodacious," Dave said.

I stopped above them in the dark, and Stacy and Sydney almost ran
into me.

"You gonna fuck her again?" Dave asked.

"Hell yeah," Steve said. "After Charlene gets me ready."

I suddenly realized that the blonde was on her knees in front of
him.

"She's totally hot," Dave said again. "And those titties...?"

"Yeah, and she's _tight_, too. Did you feel that pussy? Whoo-hoo,
yeah, she's a total slut, just like I like. Ain't that right,
Charlene?"

I clenched my fists so hard that my knuckles cracked. The guys
couldn't hear over the music, so I started to clear my throat to
get their attention. I didn't know what I was going to say--or
do--but adrenaline was already making my skin prickle.

I drew breath to speak, but Dave said, "Hey, lemme have a bump."

Steve reached down to the bench and pulled something small from
his jacket pocket. He did something--I couldn't see what--and
sniffed. Then he offered the small object to Dave, who tapped and
sniffed hard.

"You want a bump, Charlene?" Steve asked. She stopped sucking his
dick long enough to inhale what he offered.

I watched in confusion for a moment, but then it hit me. Before I
could say anything, Stacy brushed past me and stormed down the
steps.

"Steve," she hissed, "I told you to keep that crap away from
here."

He turned in surprise. "Oh, hi, Stace," he said. He tried to look
innocent. "What crap?"

"You know," she said as Sydney and I joined her. "Coke."

"I don't know what you're talking about," he said.

"Don't lie to me, Steve."

He knew he'd been caught red-handed, so he shrugged. "Jesus,
Stacy, it's no big deal. It's only a little coke." He held up a
small vial and shook it to make his point. "Barely an eight
ball."

"I don't care," she said. "I told you not to bring it here."

"Sure, fine, whatever," he said. He palmed the vial with a
practiced gesture. "It's gone. You won't see it again."

I felt her bristle. She obviously wanted to say something else,
but she didn't want to make a scene. I almost laughed in sympathy
at her dilemma.

"You shouldn't've brought it in the first place," she said at
last.

"Hey, I'm sorry," he said. "It was in my jacket pocket. I
completely forgot about it until we got here." That was a bald-
faced lie, and we all knew it. "It won't happen again."

My anger became a cold fury. "Make sure it doesn't," I said.

"Dude, what's your problem?" Steve snapped at me. "This isn't
even your party."

Sydney put her hand on my arm, but I shrugged it off. "It's my
_camp_, asshole," I said. "So if you wanna put that shit up your
nose, do it somewhere else."

"Your girlfriend didn't seem to mind," he taunted.

My temper flared, and I flexed my hands. With a supreme effort of
will, I took a deep breath and fought down the urge to deck him.

"Yeah, that's right," Steve mocked. "You'd better back down.
Somebody'll get their ass whooped if you don't watch out."

"Steve," I said, without a trace of fear, "you couldn't kick my
ass on your best day, and you know it. Your buddy does too," I
said, nodding to Dave, who looked ready to back his friend,
however reluctantly.

Steve looked into my eyes and saw the truth. A glimmer of fear
flashed across his face, but he didn't back down.

I gazed at him, cold and contemptuous. "Gimme the coke."

He scowled, since my "request" was more like a demand. He tried
to stare me down, but I didn't bat an eye. I knew I'd won,
_without_ throwing a punch.

"Give. Me. The. Coke," I said again, my hand out.

He hesitated a moment longer, and then snarled, "Fine! Whatever.
Jesus, it's only a little coke."

He handed it over, and I wrapped my fingers around the sweaty
glass. As he watched, I unscrewed the cap and upended the little
vial, dumping at least a hundred dollars onto the ground.

"Aw, fuck, man," he practically groaned, "whadja have to do
_that_ for?"

I didn't answer. Instead, I re-capped the vial and returned it to
him.

"Aw, fuck it," he said after a tense moment. Behind him, Jason
materialized out of the shadows.

"Hey, y'all," he said. "What's going on?"

Everyone held their breath. I started to say something, but then
I deferred to Stacy.

"Nothing," she said quickly. She didn't like lying to her fianc\351,
but she obviously didn't want to make things worse.

Jason's expression went through a range of emotions, and my
respect for him rose a notch or two. He probably understood what
had just happened, but he was willing to follow Stacy's lead.

"Hey, Dave," he said, with a nod at the boom box, "you got any
..38 Special?"

"Um... yeah, sure."

As soon as Dave started the new tape, Steve seemed to snap out of
his trance. He reached into the cooler and began passing out cold
beers. He even handed one to me, although he wouldn't meet my
gaze.

"Whoo-hoo, yeah!" he fake-whooped at last. He popped the top on
his beer and kicked the cooler closed. "This is what I call a
_party!_"

Charlene giggled vacuously.

"I'm gonna find Kendall," I whispered to Stacy, who nodded.

She wasn't hard to find. The blanket was about thirty feet away,
and Kendall lay spread-eagle atop it, just as I'd expected. Woody
was fucking her with long, deliberate strokes. He looked up as my
body cast a shadow across him. We made eye contact, and he
nodded.

Kendall was in her own little world, so she didn't notice me for
several moments. She smiled when she did, but then closed her
eyes as Woody thrust deep. She gestured for me to come closer,
but I shook my head. I was trying to decide what Steve had meant
when he'd said, "Your girlfriend didn't seem to mind."

Did she not mind the cocaine being at the party? Or did she not
mind putting it up her nose? She moaned under Woody, and my eyes
darted to her face.

I didn't mind her having sex with four guys in a row. I thought
it was a bit extreme, but it was her fantasy, not mine. The
cocaine bothered me, though. I couldn't tell if she'd done it or
not, and Steve's taunt left a lot of doubt. Had she, or hadn't
she?

Could I even tell if she had? I had missed the signs in Gina for
who knows how many months. Then again, I hadn't known what the
signs _were_ back then. Now I knew, and I couldn't help but stare
at Kendall in the hopes that intensity might somehow become
insight.

It didn't, of course, and she grew silent with an approaching
orgasm. I watched her writhe in ecstasy as Woody drove her toward
release. I took another swig of beer and watched as pleasure
mounted within her. Someone moved beside me, and I turned in
surprise to see Steve. I tensed for a fight, but he raised a
hand.

"Sorry about... you know," he said. "I was out of line."

I stared at him for a moment, speechless.

"I was just holdin' that stuff for a friend. I normally don't do
that, but... you know." He shrugged. "We were just havin' fun."

"It's cool," I lied. I didn't believe a word he'd said, but I
wasn't going to call him a liar to his face.

He gestured toward Kendall. "You're a lucky guy."

"I guess."

"No, I really mean that," he said. "She's totally cool. And
totally into sex."

I simply nodded.

Steve jerked his thumb over his shoulder. "You wanna give
Charlene a try?"

I blinked hard and wondered what Stacy and Jason had been
thinking when they started swinging with meat-market idiots like
Steve. "Maybe later," I said aloud. I didn't want to insult him,
especially since he was trying to extend an olive branch, so I
lied: "Stacy kinda wore me out up at the clubhouse."

He nodded in sympathy. Then he looked nervous and gestured toward
Kendall. "D'you mind...?"

She smiled when she saw me looking at her. Her eyes held the
gleam of arousal, and I thought I saw more than just pleasure,
but I couldn't be sure.

Woody was still fucking her slowly, but she gestured for me to
join her. I shook my head, glad that my face was hidden in
shadow. Instead, I clapped Steve on the shoulder with feigned
enthusiasm.

"Steve'll take care of you," I said to her, and propelled him
forward with a half-shove.

Woody changed places, and Kendall began sucking her juices from
his dick as Steve knelt between her legs.

I turned away without a backward glance.

I walked back to the hot tub, but I wasn't in the mood for sex.
Jason and Charlene were making out on the bench, so they didn't
even notice me. On the edge of the tub itself, Stacy was giving
Dave a blowjob.

Sydney watched from the side, but glanced back when I loomed out
of the darkness. She slid into the water and gestured for me to
sit on the side. She started sucking my dick, but I was too
preoccupied to get hard, so I lifted her to the side and went
down on her. She came at least once, with several strong
aftershocks, but I wasn't really paying attention.

She finally pushed me away when she became too sensitive. Then
she sank into the water and wrapped her legs around me. I blinked
to clear my thoughts, but she sensed them anyway, and her smile
held a touch of sadness.

Dave and Stacy had moved to a nearby towel, where he was fucking
her from behind. Jason and Charlene were still on the bench,
frantically rocking together.

Sydney sat on my lap and wrapped her arm around my neck. We
talked for a while, and she even got me to laugh. She had a wry,
light-hearted sense of humor, and she didn't let my mood faze
her.

Dave eventually came on Stacy's back, and they returned to the
tub to relax and catch their breath. Jason cried out as he
emptied his balls onto Charlene's chest, and they joined us a few
minutes later.

Kendall, Woody, and Steve returned shortly after that. Woody gave
me a quiet nod when he saw Sydney in my lap. Steve flashed me a
thumbs-up, and I managed to keep from scowling. Kendall looked
exhausted, although her eyes hadn't lost the glow of arousal.

We soaked and talked for a while, but it was after two o'clock,
and we were all tired. So we picked up the area and shut down the
hot tub.

Stacy shot me a look as we said goodnight outside our rooms, but
I merely shrugged. Too much had happened, and I simply didn't
care anymore.

-----

Kendall was still asleep when I woke up. Worse, she was snoring
softly, her mouth hanging open. Unless she had somehow caught a
cold in the night, she was stuffed up because of the cocaine.
What had Felicia called it? Coke nose?

I frowned and practically leapt out of bed. My dick hadn't gotten
the message that I was upset--it was as hard as ever, without a
care in the world--but I ignored it and stalked across the road
to the clubhouse.

The bathroom floor was cold as I stood over the toilet and tried
to will my hard-on to subside. My bladder was almost painfully
full, but I stood there for nearly a minute before someone spoke
from the next stall.

"Morning wood?" Sydney said. I hadn't even noticed her there.

"Yeah, something like that."

She finished in the stall and then washed her hands. A moment
later she knocked gently on my door. "You want some help?"

"Um... what _kind_ of help?"

"Let me in and I'll show you." I opened the door, and she
squeezed past me. "I know a trick," she said as she lowered the
toilet seat and sat before me. She was nude, of course, and my
eyes wandered to her pink-capped breasts.

I immediately regretted it. Looking at breasts--no matter how
pretty--wasn't going to help my hard-on.

"Okay," I said tensely. "What's the trick?"

"The trick is to relax," she said as she gripped my shaft. "Just
let me do my thing, and you'll be able to pee in no time."

I almost laughed at her calm audacity.

She sucked gently, and my pulse quickened as I watched. Her warm
lips glided over my shaft, soft and sensuous. I knew I wouldn't
last long, so I warned her when I was about to come. She merely
nodded and kept sucking.

I exploded a moment later, and she moaned softly as the first
spurt hit the back of her throat. Then she pumped and swallowed
until the spurts turned to gushes.

I wasn't entirely soft when she pulled back and wiped the corners
of her mouth, but I was soft enough. She stood, lifted the toilet
seat, and held my semi-hard penis.

"There," she said, "that's better."

I waited for her to release me, but she didn't, so I closed my
eyes and let loose. Her grip was soft and firm, her body warm
next to mine.

My head suddenly felt light at the double release, and I braced
myself against the stall. She put her arm around my waist. She
was slight, even thinner than Stacy, but surprisingly strong.
When I finished peeing, she tapped the head and cleaned me with
toilet paper.

"Better?"

I nodded gratefully.

"You weren't really in the mood last night," she said, "so I
thought I'd return the favor this morning."

"Um... thanks." _If only I hadn't been so preoccupied last
night,_ I thought. I silently cursed Kendall, along with the Frat
Boys and their stupid cocaine.

"My pleasure," Sydney said, breaking my train of thought. "Are
you going back to bed, or..."

"Or... what?"

She laughed, light and musical. "I was thinking of breakfast,"
she said, "but we can do more if you want."

I thought about it for less than a second. She was easy to talk
to and even easier to be around. She was also wry and witty, and
I needed laughter more than sex.

"Breakfast sounds good," I said.

She smiled. "I was hoping you'd say that."

-----

Stacy and Jason had plenty to do before the wedding, and they
left after breakfast. Woody had to work, and Sydney had her own
pre-wedding errands to run, so they left a little while later.

The other couples were still asleep in their rooms as I returned
to ours. Kendall was still asleep, so I left a glass of water and
bottle of aspirin on the bedside table. Then I walked down to the
lake.

The water was as cold as ever, but it felt good to rinse the
night away. My poor testicles shrank to the size of raisins, but
I didn't care. I swam a couple of laps and then floated on my
back, simply staring at the sky. When I finally hauled myself
out, I headed up the hill toward Susan's house.

"Good morning," she said when she answered my knock. "C'mon in."

She offered to fix breakfast, but I told her I'd already eaten.
We made small talk over orange juice, but she could tell that
something was bothering me.

"When did you know that Greg wasn't the right guy for you?" I
finally asked.

"When I met Jack."

"Did you have any... hints... before that?"

"You mean, did I have my doubts about Greg?"

I nodded.

She sighed and stared into space. "Yes," she said softly. Then
she shrugged, as though she couldn't find the words. "Things
didn't feel... right."

"That's how I feel with Kendall," I said. "A part of me loves
her, but I don't remember why. Does that make sense?"

She nodded.

We fell silent for a moment, but then I said, "I'm pretty sure
she did coke last night."

"Cocaine? At the party?"

I nodded. "One of the guys brought it. He said it was an
accident, but that's bullshit."

"Do I need to do anything about it?"

"No. I took care of it."

"You didn't do anything drastic did you?"

I shook my head. Then I laughed, short and sharp. "Believe it or
not, I was pretty mature about it. For a change."

"What makes you think that Kendall...?"

"Little things. I don't have any proof, but I'm sure."

Susan merely nodded, and we fell silent. After a moment, she
said, "Are you going to talk to her about it?"

"I don't know if it would do any good."

"Oh?"

I struggled to put my thoughts into words. "Kendall...," I began
at last. "Kendall... um... has her own version of the truth. I
mean, I could confront her about it, but she'd deny it. Worse, it
wouldn't be the first time."

"Oh?"

"She lied about being a virgin--she told me she wasn't, but she
was. She's lied about other things, too. Mostly little things,
but some big ones. I haven't called her on it because it's not
worth it... but I know." I turned silent for a moment.

"Gina _never_ lied to me," I said at last, but softly. "She hid
things from me, but she always told me the truth."

"Does Kendall hide things from you?"

"Yes and no. I mean, she drove a wedge between Gina and me. Oh,
I'm definitely the one to blame, but Kendall did her part. She
didn't hide it, per se, but she was pretty manipulative and
sneaky about it. I didn't realize what she was doing at the time,
but it's pretty clear in hindsight."

Susan merely nodded.

"There are other things that bother me more, though. I mean, this
weekend was supposed to 'rekindle our relationship,' but it's
been non-stop sex the whole time. Well, not the _whole_ time, but
enough of it."

"You knew about the party before you came, didn't you?"

"Yeah, but that's not what I'm talking about." I told her about
the drive from Knoxville. Then I jerked a thumb toward the room
where Kendall was probably still asleep. "And we won't get to do
much 'rekindling' today, because she's hung over. She's probably
sore, too... especially after last night."

"What happened last night?"

I told her about Kendall's fantasy of multiple men.

Much to my surprise, Susan laughed. "Oh, that's a fairly common
fantasy."

"It is?"

"Yes."

"Have _you_ ever done it? With four guys, I mean."

"Not that many, but I've thought about it. Still, that's not the
point. I'm not Kendall, and she's not me."

"Tell me something I _don't_ know," I muttered, which made her
frown.

"You sound like you're not happy in general, and you're trying to
find tangible reasons to explain it."

"I guess."

"If you're not happy, why don't you do something about it?"

"Like what?" I didn't really expect a straight answer--Susan had
never told me what to do--and she didn't disappoint me.

"What are your options?"

I ticked them off on my fingers: "Fix it, forget about it, or
find someone else."

She laughed darkly at my succinct alliteration.

"The problem is," I said, "I've _tried_ to fix it. Things might
change for a while, but we always go back to the way things were,
the status quo. I can't really forget about it, because I'm
miserable. And I don't want to find someone else because...
well... because I don't. I mean, I still love Kendall. I... I
just don't _like_ her very much right now."

I blinked in surprise at a sudden memory. Gina had told me the
same thing, _right before she broke up with me_. I couldn't help
but compare then and now.

"What were you just thinking?" Susan asked quietly.

"You probably know," I said.

"Perhaps. But do _you_ know?"

"That's the million-dollar question, isn't it?" We sat in silence
for a long time. She'd always been good at letting me think
things through for myself. "The thing is," I said at last, "I
don't want to break up with her."

"Why not?"

I shrugged. "I don't want to hurt her, for one. I mean, she
really loves me. She thinks we're going to get married. I love
her too, but..."

"Did you ever have a chance to talk about your future together?"

"Ha! She basically told me that her career was more important,
that any clown can become an architect."

"Oh, dear."

"Yeah," I said heavily. "Not a great way to start a discussion
about our future. Oh, she apologized, but the fact that she said
it in the first place kinda speaks volumes."

Susan nodded. "Why else don't you want to break up with her?"

"I like the sex," I said honestly. "I don't like the _rest_ of
our relationship, but the sex is... really good. I mean, I
complained about the trip down here being all sex, but I
obviously enjoyed it, didn't I?"

She nodded.

"Heck, I probably would've enjoyed last night if it weren't for
the Frat Boys and their cocaine." I fell silent for a moment,
thinking back through the evening. "Well, that and Kendall's
dumbass comment about us having an open relationship. I mean,
when I tried to talk to her about the rules, she turned it into
some big argument where I compared her to Gina."

"Did you?"

"No, but I made the mistake of mentioning Gina in the first
place. Kendall just used it as an excuse to avoid the _real_
discussion. That's what I mean when I say she hides things. She
didn't 'hide' the discussion, but she certainly dodged it."

"With remarkable skill, it sounds like."

"She's good at that," I said sourly. "She turns things around and
makes them seem like _my_ problems. I mean, she's a Psych major!
I'm just a lowly _Architecture_ student. What do I know?"

Susan fell silent in the face of my sarcasm.

"_Hell_," I said at last. "_I_ don't know what to do. Do you have
any suggestions?"

"Yes, but I can't live your life for you. I wish I could, but...
I've made my mistakes. I'm the woman I am because I made them
myself, and I learned from them."

"So how about helping me out with the benefit of your
experience?"

She shook her head. "I can't do that. Not this time."

"But... why not?"

Her eyes filled with unshed tears. "Because you trust me, and
you'd do what I say."

"So you won't tell me what to do?"

"Have I ever?"

"Sometimes," I said, with plaintive bitterness.

"But I can't now." She wiped her eyes. "Do you understand why?"

"Because I need to make this decision myself."

She nodded, silent and clearly miserable.

I snorted softly and wiped my own eyes. "This really sucks, you
know?"

"Yes," she said softly, "I do know."

"Yeah, I almost forgot. Greg."

She nodded.

"Was it hard?"

"The hardest thing I've ever done."

"Sucks, don't it?" I said.

"Yes, it does."

-----

I was in my own little world the rest of the day, thinking about
what I wanted to do with my life. I was glad to see Kara and
Victor when they arrived, but they couldn't drag me out of my
funk for long.

That night, Kendall was more interested in sex than a discussion.
As usual. She was still sore from the party, but she gave me a
long, two-orgasm blowjob. I enjoyed it at the time, but I also
hated that I didn't have the willpower to insist on talking
instead.

We had regular sex the next morning, although my heart wasn't
really in it. My _dick_ didn't get the message, though, and
sprang to life a second time when she started playing with it.
She collapsed against me after she came, and I was glad she
couldn't see my face.

That didn't stop me from fucking her, though. Oh, no. I was too
horny to care about long-term problems. Besides, I didn't want to
suffer through the wedding with a case of blue balls. So I rolled
her to her back and fucked her until I shot my load deep inside
her. I was disgusted with myself, but Kendall couldn't see
through the afterglow.

She didn't notice my growing dissatisfaction, and I did my best
to hide it. My attitude was my own problem--my own _fault_,
really--and I didn't want to put a damper on Stacy's happy day.

The wedding came off without a hitch. Susan was a calm presence
throughout, and Gunny looked as proud as ever when he walked down
the aisle with Stacy on his arm. She looked beautiful in a hand-
beaded dress the color of pale turquoise, with a bouquet of white
roses.

I actually had fun at the reception. I managed to forget about my
problems, if only for a while. I danced with Stacy, and she
looked happier than I'd ever seen her. I danced with Sydney a
couple of times as well. She was so petite that I could have
carried her around the dance floor without her feet touching the
ground.

Steve and Dave turned out to be okay guys. Steve was still loud
and obnoxious, but he was nice enough when he wasn't high on
cocaine. Dave even had a clever sense of humor, especially when
Steve wasn't around to hog the spotlight. We'd never be bosom
buddies, but at least they weren't the assholes I'd thought they
were.

Not surprisingly, Kendall was horny after the reception. I didn't
think she was cocaine-horny, but she still managed to wear me out
before she was ready to go to sleep. Part of my problem was that
I just didn't _care_ anymore. I did my best, though, and I don't
think she noticed my lack of enthusiasm.

-----

We packed our things after lunch on Sunday. Steve, Dave, and
their girlfriends had spent the night in town (they were too
drunk after the reception), but Susan, Gunny, and Lenore came to
see us off.

Sydney and Woody were leaving at the same time, bound for
Columbia, so we said goodbye to them as well. After hugs and
promises to keep in touch, Kendall and I climbed into the
Cruiser.

I spent the next several hours lost in thought. I didn't actually
_ignore_ Kendall, but I didn't keep up my side of the
conversation. She tried to draw me out, but I wasn't in the mood
to share my thoughts. _I_ didn't even know what they were, so how
could I share them? She finally lost her temper about thirty
minutes from Knoxville.

"Okay, _what_ is the matter?"

I thought about lying, or changing the subject, or even playing
dumb, but she made my decision for me.

"Is it about having to drive? I thought we settled this. Flying
isn't safe."

I gave her a "What the hell are you talking about?" look--flying
had been the _last_ thing on my mind--and she frowned.

"Is it about the party?" she asked. "So _what_ if I had sex with
four men? It was a _fantasy_, Paul."

The sex didn't really bother me either, although I still didn't
answer.

"Is it the cocaine? If you must know, I didn't do any." She was
too quick, too casual, and I didn't believe her. She was a great
actress when she played a fantasy role, but she wasn't a good
liar when she was upset. "I _didn't_," she insisted. "Not that
it's any of your business. It's _my_ body, and I don't need your
permission."

I finally said, "Is _that_ what you think this is about?"

"Then what _is_ it about? Your precious _Gina_ did coke all the
time, and you didn't even know about it. But I do it _once_ and
you think I'm some dope addict! You're always comparing me to
Gina, and I'm sick of it."

"I haven't said a thing about Gina." I wasn't even angry when I
said it--I just felt... nothing.

"If she were so perfect, then why did she cheat on you?"

"She didn't cheat on me."

"What about that trip to Vermont? I heard she fucked half the
guys there."

"Yeah, I heard the same thing," I said, "but not from Gina. She
said she didn't, and I believe her."

"Oh, _fine_," Kendall spat. "You believe Gina, but you won't
believe me?"

"Gina never lied to me."

"And I _have?_" she practically shrieked.

I didn't answer, because it would simply make things worse.

"When have I ever lied to you, Paul? _When?_ Tell me!"

"Kendall, I'm not--"

"Oh, fine," she said. "Avoid the issue. That's just like you to
make this seem like _my_ fault."

"No, it's _my_ fault," I said, quiet and sincere.

"You're right about that!"

We drove in silence for a while, but she couldn't let it go.

"This _is_ about Gina, isn't it? She could fuck half a frat
house, but you get upset when I have sex with four men. Four,
Paul. _Four_. Not a dozen."

I finally lost it. "Why do you think this is about Gina?"

"Because it's _always_ about Gina. She was your precious first
love, and I'm sick of being compared to her."

"I don't compare you to her. I didn't even bring her up! _You_
did!"

"She's a narcissistic slut, Paul. She screwed everything that
moved, _including her sisters_."

"So? You have fantasies about your father," I said. "And your
brother, too."

"I do _not!_ That's disgusting!"

"No, it's not. It's natural. Everybody--"

"It is _not_ natural, Paul. It's incest, and it's disgusting. But
you're too busy defending her to admit it. Well, _I_ know what
she did. She didn't fool me for a minute."

"Good for you!" I said, dripping sarcasm. "You're so smart. But
what's this have to do with you and me? Nothing, that's what. You
want to know what's the matter? It's _you_, Kendall."

"_Me?_ What about me? I never--"

"For starters, we don't talk anymore. You only pay attention when
you're horny."

"Oh, is _that_ what this is about? You're horny? Fine! Whip it
out, big man. Go ahead and fuck me. I won't stop you." As if to
prove her point, she hiked her skirt and started to take off her
panties. "Oh, I forgot," she said sarcastically, "you fuck me all
the time."

"Yeah, and that's the problem."

"You never complained before!"

"Well, I'm complaining now. You spend all your time with tests or
homework or study groups, but you never have time for _me_."

"So this isn't about sex at all! You're upset that I'm focused on
school? Ha! I knew you couldn't handle anyone being more
important than you."

"What are you talking about?"

"Ooh, the vaunted architect deigns to talk to the little people!"

"_What?_"

"My job will _always_ be more important than yours, Paul, and you
can't handle it. I knew you were jealous, but--"

"You think I'm _jealous?_" I asked, genuinely incredulous.

"Then how would you explain it? You complain about the time I
spend on school, like I should be spending that time with _you_
instead."

"Gina wanted to be a doctor too, but _she_ managed to spend time
with me."

"Oh, so we're back to _her_ again, are we?"

"Yeah! But when she spent time with me, it was _real time!_"

"Oh," Kendall spat, "and I 'pretend' to spend time with you?"

"No, but we're always having sex! That's all we do anymore."

"So we're back to sex? Are you feeling neglected? You want to
fuck me after all?" She practically sneered. "I should've known
that's what this was about. You can't stand the idea of an
independent woman."

"No, I can't stand the idea of a woman who treats me like a
convenient penis."

"You have a complaint for everything, don't you? First it's 'we
don't see each other enough.' Then it's 'we have sex too much.'
What's it going to be next, Paul? 'Oh, you're too successful'?"

"That's not what this is about, and you know it."

"Okay then, mister _psychologist_, tell me what it's really
about."

"It's about the fact that I hate spending time with you. I
fucking _hate_ it, Kendall!"

_That_ silenced her.

"I hate that we don't talk about anything but sex. I hate that
it's all we do when we're together. That's all it is with you:
sex, sex, sex" I barked a harsh laugh. "Hell, I was actually
_friends_ with Gina, and the sex was better too!" That wasn't
entirely true, but I was feeling spiteful.

"So you want to know what I'm upset about?" I continued. "I'm
upset because I don't really like you anymore. Yeah, I still like
having sex with you, but that's it, Kendall. I don't even
remember why we're together in the first place."

"We're together because that _slut_--"

"Oh, please! Spare me the 'slut' bullshit. This isn't about Gina!
This is about you and me. I used to love you, Kendall. I probably
still do, but I don't _like_ you very much, especially right
now."

"Well, that makes _two_ of us."

We pulled to a stop in front of Andy Holt, but I didn't remember
actually driving there--the miles were a blur of harsh words. I
put the Cruiser in Park and sat there with my hands on the wheel.
Strangely, I still wasn't very angry. Instead, I felt drained.
Empty.

I _was_ glad things were out in the open, though. A part of me
wanted to salvage our relationship, if only to make her happy,
but I just couldn't muster the energy.

"Are you just going to sit there?" Kendall finally said, her
voice full of contempt. "Don't you have anything to say?"

I blew a long, deep, sad breath.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Kendall," I said at last, my voice oddly detached, "I love you.
I always will. But I don't think we should see each other
anymore."

"What?"

"I don't think we should see each other anymore."

"So that's it?"

I stared straight ahead. "Yeah, I guess so."

"You're breaking up with _me?_"

I looked at her and tried to swallow the lump in my throat. It
was easier when I saw how angry she was. No remorse. No sorrow.
No regret. Just pure, unfiltered rage.

"Fine!" she spat. "If that's the way you want it, I never want to
see you again!"

She got out of the car and slammed the door. Then she grabbed her
things from the back seat and slammed that door even harder. She
was muttering to herself as she stormed into the building, and
she almost knocked over two people who were in her way.

I didn't want to end things on such an angry note, but I didn't
know what I could've done differently.

Fortunately, the apartment was empty when I arrived. Trip had
left a note on my dresser--he was studying with Wren and Christy,
and wanted me to join them if I got home in time--but I didn't
feel like being sociable.

I slung my pack into the corner, stripped off my rumpled clothes,
and reached for my weights. I thought about the argument, about
where I'd gone wrong.

Part of me still wanted to fix things, but it was the little
head. Sex with Kendall was the best I'd ever had--she was
adventurous, sexy, and eager. Unfortunately, I couldn't remember
anything _else_ I liked about her. She was manipulative, self-
centered, insecure, defensive, and more. Worst of all, I didn't
trust her.

Her father's words came back in a flash: _"It's all about
trust."_

"Fucking prophetic," I muttered.

I lowered the barbell and looked at myself in the mirror. What
was wrong with me? I should have felt a stab of loss. Or a pang
of regret. Even a surge of anger. _Anything_ but...

Relief.

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