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Author: Nick Scipio
Title: Summer Camp - Book 4: Christy
Part: Chapter 12
Universe: Summer Camp
Summary: Coming-of-age story about a young man whose family
spends their summer vacations at a nudist camp.
Keywords: Mf, ff, teen, oral
Revision: 1.0
Word Count: 15,356
Web Site: http://www.nickscipio.com/summercamp/book4/
FTP Site: ftp://ftp.nickscipio.com/summercamp/book4/
Discussion Forum: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Scipio_Forum/

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This story is intended as ADULT entertainment. It contains
material of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. If you are
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read any further.

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 TWELVE

"I'm so sorry," I said at last, and met Leah's dark eyes. "I
thought... I mean..." I looked away and puffed in frustration. When
had I become such a self-centered jerk? June 6, 1963, came to
mind, but I brushed it aside with an angry headshake.

"I know you still love Gina," Leah said, defiant through unshed
tears.

"I do, but..."

"I know you don't want me, s--"

"Hold on," I interrupted. "What makes you think I don't want
you?"

She blinked, and a tear ran down her temple. I belatedly realized
that I still held her pinned to the snow, so I released her arms.

"You said so," she said.

I scowled and tried to remember. "When?"

"After Thanksgiving, when Gina left."

I frantically replayed the conversation, but Leah hadn't even
been there, and Gina wouldn't have told her something like that.
I started to deny it, but thought better of it. I didn't want to
argue, and I _definitely_ didn't want to put her on the
defensive.

"I was pretty upset," I said instead, "and I said some stupid
things, things I didn't mean."

She managed to cram weeks of dejection into a single shrug.
"Whatever. It's okay."

"No, it's _not_ okay," I said, although she wouldn't meet my
eyes. "You know I'd never do anything to hurt you."

"You didn't know I was listening," she said with a sniff. "I
picked up the other line and--"

Then it hit me: she hadn't overheard the conversation in my
bedroom. She couldn't have! She'd been listening in on the phone
call before that. I replayed _that_ conversation, and felt
something sag within me as I remembered my angry words.

"--heard you. Gina caught me, though, and that's when she went to
your house."

I felt like such a heel.

"It's okay." She shrugged again. "I know you don't want me, but I
guess I thought..."

"Leah, it's not that I don't want you--I _do_--but... well..."

She tried to suppress a look of hope. Fear of rejection made it
easier. I wanted to laugh--hysterically--since I knew exactly how
she felt.

"I thought you wanted to be my girlfriend," I said.

"But you don't want me. I know. It's o--"

"No," I said, and hid my irritation (at myself more than
anything). "You still don't get it. It's not that I don't want
you--I love you! How could I _not?_ It's just that I'm not _in
love_ with you."

"I know."

"I still have feelings for you, though."

"But--" Her brow creased. "You do?"

"Of course I do!" I let the words sink in, but then frowned as
the past few days rushed back. "It's just that everyone's been
pushing us together, like..."

"Like they know what we want," she finished, and I nodded. "I'm
so sick of being treated like a kid," she went on. "And when my
mom told me we couldn't swing with the grown-ups, I nearly lost
it."

"Tell me about it."

"It's not fair. Everyone thinks they know what's best for us."

"Like Gina..." I said.

"And my mom..."

"_My_ mom..."

"Erin..."

"Everyone!" I finished.

"Exactly. And I'm sick of it."

"Me too."

We looked at each other, a bit surprised by our sudden agreement.

"Okay," I said at last, "then what should we do?"

She shrugged, uncertain again.

"Do you still want to be friends?"

Her eyes rolled with relief. "God, yes!"

I laughed at her reaction, and she smiled for the first time in a
long time. I studied her face for a moment, so much like Gina's,
but different. She was actually prettier in many ways, although I
hadn't noticed before.

She frowned nervously. "What?"

"I was just thinking how pretty you are."

"You're just trying to make me feel better."

"Well, _duh!_ But it's true."

"I'm not Gina," she said. "Remember?"

"No," I said deliberately. "Gina's in Tahoe boffing her
boyfriend, Brock." The alliteration struck me as absurd, even as
the words buried a fist in my gut. I feigned an ironic smile.
"And unless this Brock guy is into three-way sex with his
girlfriend and her _ex_-boyfriend, I'm pretty much outta luck.
Besides, _Gina_ doesn't want _me_, remember? So I guess we're
both screwed."

Leah snorted in agreement.

"But we can still be friends," I said.

She stirred beneath me, and the movement brought a surge of
desire. Part of me knew I should have left it at that, since sex
would only complicate things. But another part of me--the part
that hadn't felt anything but my hand in months, that had more
built-up pressure than a fire hose, that was currently pressed
against her crotch, yes, _that_ part--wanted to kiss her.

I thought about it for a microsecond.

An eternal microsecond.

Months of desire and loneliness and screw-ups and heartache, all
compressed into a teeny, tiny, wafer-thin microsecond.

I closed my eyes and moved in. Her lips met mine in a hungry
kiss, and the world faded away. I felt her breathing on my cheek,
her gloved hands on my head, her body against mine. My own
breathing grew rapid, and the cold air stung my nostrils.

We broke the kiss long enough to fumble with our clothes. I
jerked off my gloves as she flung hers aside. Her zipper hissed
as I yanked it down. Then I unbuckled her ski bibs and
unceremoniously tugged them down her body.

She lifted her hips so I could catch her thermals and panties. In
one quick motion I peeled her from the waist down. Everything
bunched at her ankles, but she spread her knees and sat up.

I tore off my coat as she reached for the zipper on my ski bibs.
It hissed open and she burrowed through my layered clothes. After
a little fumbling, she reached into my thermals. Her fingers
gripped my shaft and nearly bent it in half as she dragged it
free.

I held myself above her as she guided my cock to her opening. I
sank into her in one long plunge, and we groaned together when I
hit bottom. Her pussy was soft and silky, hot and wet, and
tighter than anything I could remember. I held myself deep inside
her, lightheaded from the sudden pleasure.

When I finally came to my senses and began thrusting, Leah closed
her eyes and arched her back, her hands on my sides. After less
than a dozen strokes, the spark at the base of my cock turned
into an arc of current, and I buried myself completely. A live
wire connected my brain and my dick, and the jolts of pleasure
made me cry out.

I finally collapsed against her, panting hard. Her own breathing
gusted in my ear, and her chest heaved beneath mine. I blinked
and tried to focus, but the world had gone white. With a laugh, I
realized that I was face-down in the hollow of her neck, with
snow a few inches from my eyes. I reluctantly pushed myself up
and gazed down at her.

I half-expected her to be a dream, or for her to frown and tell
me to get off. Instead, her eyelids drooped with pleasure. When
she realized I was looking at her, she rewarded me with a languid
smile.

"God, I needed that," she said.

"Me too."

I kissed her, soft and tender, without the rush from earlier. Her
lips parted as I probed with my tongue. I was still hard within
her, so I began rocking my hips, but she pushed me away.

A tingle of adrenaline raced up my spine. "What? Are you okay?"

"Yes. But not really."

I blinked.

"My butt is _freezing_," she said, and I almost laughed as I
raised my body to look between us.

I was still wearing most of my ski clothes, although my hands
were cold from the snow, but Leah had been bottomless the whole
time.

"Um... can we continue this somewhere else?" she said.

Reluctantly--oh-_so_-reluctantly--I pulled out of her. Then I
stood and helped her to her feet. While she brushed snow from her
butt and thighs, I crouched to untangle her panties and thermal
underwear. They were damp and cold from melted snow.

She pulled her bottoms into place and squirmed at the chill. I
tried to re-buckle her ski bibs, but we had to take off her parka
first, and she was shivering by the time we finished.

I tucked my half-hard dick in my pants and re-zipped my own bibs.
Then I slipped into my parka and gloves. I gathered our skis and
poles and threw them over one shoulder.

"Ready?" I said, and began trudging back the way we'd come.

The snow was deep enough that we sank to our knees with each
step, and it took several minutes to cover the forty feet back to
the trail. The walk to the chalet wasn't as bad, but it still
took another ten minutes.

Leah's teeth were chattering by the time I dropped our skis in
the rack under the deck. I led her upstairs to the deck, where I
tugged the cover from the hot tub. The water steamed in silent
invitation.

She began fumbling with her parka, so I quickly shucked my gloves
to help. My hands felt like blocks of ice, but Leah smiled
gratefully when I helped her finish taking off her clothes. Then
she practically leapt into the water.

"Oh my God!" she gasped.

I quickly shed my clothes and followed her. The water wasn't very
hot, but it felt like molten wax on my cold skin. We floated in
the center of the tub, submerged to our necks as we slowly soaked
up the warmth. When my hands finally stopped hurting, I turned on
the heater and jets, and the water bubbled around us.

For a moment I dithered about whether Leah was still in the mood.
I didn't want to ruin things by rushing her, but the sight of her
bare neck made me think about the _rest_ of her, which was just
as bare.

I should have known better. Her eyes shone with desire, and we
floated into an embrace. When we broke the kiss, I stood and
pulled her with me. She started to protest when I turned her
around, but then she understood.

I guided her toward one of the tub jets, and she gasped in
pleasure as the bubbles hit her pussy. I bent her over and probed
between her legs with my erection. She braced herself against the
side of the tub and groaned softly as I rubbed the length of my
cock along her slit.

After teasing her for several heartbeats, I set the tip at her
opening and slowly impaled her. She whimpered with pleasure as I
began thrusting. I tweaked her nipples for good measure, but the
tub jet and my cock did the real work.

When she began whimpering with the first signs of orgasm, I
gripped her waist and began thrusting for real. She moaned as my
cock filled her, and her pussy tightened around me. I closed my
eyes and powered through, trying to concentrate as my own
pleasure mounted.

Leah came with a low cry that turned into a shriek, and I didn't
last long after that. Her pussy gripped my shaft, trying to hold
me inside or keep me out--I didn't really care which.

When I felt the first rush of impending orgasm, I arched my back
and buried myself completely. The bubbles from the jet added
their own pleasure, and the sensation finally pushed me over the
edge.

Leah groaned as she felt the spurts deep inside her. My climax
seemed to last forever, although it was probably less than ten
seconds. Still, I collapsed over her back and panted from the
shock of it.

When I finally came to my senses, we sank into the water. Still
in a daze, I floated toward the nearest seat and settled her on
my lap. We sat silently for a while, luxuriating in the warmth of
the water, but then she turned sideways and scowled.

I tried to look innocent. "What?"

"That's the second time you came inside me."

I was still a little fuzzy after my orgasm, so I panicked at my
first thought. "But... I thought you were on the pill!"

"I _am_," she said indignantly.

"Then..." My mind raced. "What?"

"What do I like?" she asked rhetorically. "What do _all_ of us
like?"

I relaxed with an almost palpable wave of relief. "Jeez, Leah,
you scared me to death."

"What did you think I was talking about?"

"Getting pregnant or something."

"Are you kidding?" she laughed. "I'd probably have a daughter
like _me!_"

"What, beautiful?"

She blushed and lowered her eyes, but then looked at me through
dark lashes. "You really think so?"

"Absolutely," I said quietly, and pulled her toward me for a
kiss. It was tender and almost chaste, more intimate for not
being passionate. When we separated, she pulled back and
pretended to frown.

"I mean it," she said. "You came inside me _twice_."

"Sorry," I said with a laugh. "But you know what?"

"What?"

I reached for her hand and guided it between my legs. "Feel
those?" I said when her hand touched my balls.

Her fingers tickled lightly, and she grinned at my reaction.

"I make more all the time." I smirked. "I have an endless
supply."

Her grin turned hungry, and she began kneading my testicles.

"Whoa there, darlin'," I drawled. "The next batch won't be ready
for a while."

"So? I can get you worked up, can't I?"

"Just being with you is enough to do that."

Her cheeks turned rosy again.

She looked more beautiful than ever, and I wondered what I saw in
Gina that I didn't see in her. Gina's skin was darker, but both
girls had the same jet black hair. They had the same eyes and
smile, too. But where Gina was curvy, Leah was taller and
slimmer, with a model's body. They were both smart and sexy, so
why was I in love with Gina, but not Leah?

"See?" she said suddenly, breaking my reverie. "_That's_ why
things would never work between us."

I blinked in confusion. "What?"

"That," she said. "That look in your eye."

"_What_ look?"

"You were just thinking about Gina, weren't you?"

I started to deny it, but then felt my cheeks heat with chagrin.
"Was it that obvious?"

She shrugged. "I can tell." She started to climb off my lap, but
I held her in place. "What?" she said, almost indignantly. "We
had fun. I know you don't want me, and to tell you the truth, I
don't really want you either. So let's just be friends, and no--"

"Leah, shut up," I said, which startled her. "We'll never be
'just friends.'" She started to frown, but I cut her off. "You
mean more than that. Yeah, you're right, we'll never be
boyfriend-girlfriend, but you're a _lot_ more than just a
friend."

"What if I don't feel the same way?"

"Then you're lying to yourself."

Her silence proved my point.

"I really do love you," I said. "I may not be _in love_ with you,
but that doesn't change how I feel. You're like my sister, only
better." I grinned. "I get to have sex with _you_."

"So? You could have sex with Erin. She totally has a crush on
you."

She was dodging the issue, and I wasn't going to let her get away
with it.

"But what about you?" I asked.

"Me? What about me?"

"Do _you_ have a crush on me?"

She started to lie, but then closed her mouth and looked away.
Her lips pressed into a line, and she fluttered her eyes to clear
them.

"That's what I thought," I said gently, and turned her to face
me.

She wouldn't meet my eyes, but she didn't look away. I almost
laughed when she unconsciously gnawed the inside of her lip. It
wasn't overt, but it was so much like Gina that I felt a rush of
affection.

"What?" she snapped.

"You." I smiled. "You're so much like Gina, but so... _not_ like
her."

She looked up in hopeful confusion.

"Yes, you remind me of her. But in a good way. And no, I don't
wish she were here instead of you. I'm glad _you're_ here, and
that she's off wherever, doing... _whatever_... with whatshisname."

"Brock."

"I know his name," I said, "but I don't care." It wasn't true,
but Leah couldn't read me like Kendall used to. I shook off the
thought and went on.

"Leah, I love you for the same reasons I love Gina. You're smart,
sexy, and beautiful. You have the same smile and the same laugh.
You even bite your lip when you're nervous." I smiled to take the
sting out of my words.

"But you're different, too," I went on. "And don't tell _her_
this, but you're prettier." She looked at me in surprise, and I
nodded. "You are."

She blushed and looked down.

"I mean it," I said. "You're beautiful... like a model. But you're
smart, too, and fun to be around--when we're not fighting, that
is." That made her smile. "You're also sexy."

I lifted her and turned her to face me squarely. She straddled my
hips, and my eyes automatically darted to her dark nipples as
they puckered in the cool air. When I met her eyes again, she
looked uncertain and excited at the same time.

We kissed, tenderly at first, but with a slow-growing heat. I
cupped her ass and she rose from the water. When we finally broke
the kiss, I captured one of her nipples and sucked gently. She
gasped and held my head to her breast.

I felt between her legs and stroked her pussy. She grew very
still as I ran my fingertip along her slit. Then I switched
nipples, sucking and nibbling as I slowly stroked her.

"I want you to do something for me," I said at last.

"What?" she panted.

"Shave your pussy."

"Oh, God... _anything_." When I didn't say anything else, she
pulled back and looked down at me. "You mean... _now?_"

I nodded "I want to go down on you and--"

She leapt to her feet. Water streamed down her body and steamed
in the cold air.

"Well?" she said as she climbed out of the tub. "What're you
waiting for?"

-----

The sound of the shower stopped, and I listened as Leah moved
around the bathroom. The bathroom door opened a minute later, and
I rolled to my feet. She appeared in the bedroom door, a towel
wrapped around her body and another around her head.

I smiled, and she returned it with a tentative one of her own.
Then I moved close and pulled her into my arms. She tilted her
head up for a kiss, and I tasted the mint of her toothpaste. When
we separated, I loosened the towel around her body and let it
fall to the floor.

I used my body to turn us and push her toward the bed. She lay
back and then sighed when I spread her legs with my own. I was
impatient to see her shaved pussy, so I began kissing my way down
her body.

I shouldered her thighs apart and settled between them. Then I
studied her smooth labia, marveling at the tender flesh. Her
outer lips were dark with arousal, plump but still slim. I spread
them open with a kiss, and felt the hot, damp skin against my
cheeks. The scent of soap and desire mingled in my nostrils.

Her inner lips were dark at the tips, almost the color of her
cheeks when she blushed. I licked the sensitive fold between
inner and outer labia, and tasted the tang of her arousal. When I
moved to the other side, she rewarded me with a low sigh. It had
been a long time since I'd gone down on a woman, so I decided to
enjoy myself.

Leah gasped when I circled her clit with my tongue, but I tried
to avoid it so I could focus on the rest of her. I planted kisses
along her inner thigh, and she ran her fingers through my hair.
She tried to nudge me toward her clit again, but I simply grinned
and skipped over it, kissing my way along her other thigh. She
sighed with pent-up desire as I teased her gently.

When she felt ready to explode, I pulled back and surveyed my
handiwork. The pink pearl of her clit glistened at me, so I
kissed it gently. She moaned and clutched my hair. I moved back
to her slit and pressed my whole mouth against her, circling my
tongue through her slippery folds.

I licked and sucked and teased her for a long time, playing her
like an instrument as she responded to my attention. Then I sat
up and looked at her. Somewhere in all of her writhing, she'd
lost the towel around her head. Her damp hair fanned out on the
pillow, framing her face.

She looked at me with eyes hooded from pleasure, her nostrils
flaring as she tried to catch her breath. I smiled and scooted
forward. My dick nudged her bare pussy, and she closed her eyes
at the contact. I rubbed the glans along her slit, spreading her
moisture and coating myself with it.

When I teased her clit again, she arched her back and whimpered.
With a grin, I lowered my aim and slid along her pussy until I
felt her opening.

I slid inside.

She let out a groan, and I had to stifle one of my own as her
heat washed over me. I pushed into her inch by inch, my cock
disappearing between smooth, brown lips. When my dark pubic hair
finally crushed against her bare mons, I began fucking her with
long, slow, steady strokes.

I wanted to look at the rest of her, but I couldn't tear my eyes
from the sight of her smooth pussy. I thought about coming inside
her again, but I knew she wanted to taste me, so I paced myself.
I had to stop twice, but when I couldn't hold back any longer, I
pulled out and straddled her chest.

She licked the tip of my cock and moaned at the taste of pre-come
mixed with her own juices. Then she captured the head with her
lips, and I began stroking. I didn't last long, and she clamped
her lips around me as I filled her mouth with semen. When my
orgasm finally subsided, she closed her eyes and swallowed.

I braced myself on the wall above her and held my hips over her
chest. She nursed my slowly deflating cock, milking it for all it
was worth. I panted silently and then swallowed to wet my mouth.

She still hadn't come, so I stood and gestured for her to scoot
toward the end of the bed. She understood what I wanted, and
captured my semi-hard shaft as I straddled her head and pressed
my face between her legs.

She writhed under me as I slowly licked her toward her own
climax. When it struck, she released my dick and shuddered as the
first wave washed over her. Damp, heavy air filled my nostrils
with each breath, but I didn't stop licking.

She finally went rigid and cried out. I didn't want to over-
stimulate her, so I planted gentle kisses on her smooth mons
until her orgasm subsided. Then I rested my head on her thigh and
let her juices dry on my face.

-----

We lay spooned together on her bed, our skin hot where we
touched. I had pulled the bedspread from my bunk and covered us
with it, but Leah had kicked her legs free. We'd dozed for a
while, but I didn't know how long. It felt like ten or fifteen
minutes, although it could've been hours. She'd been awake for
several minutes, although neither of us felt the need to speak.

"So, what happens now?" she said at last.

I took my time before answering. "I don't know. What do you want
to happen?"

She shrugged.

"Yeah, I know the feeling."

"I don't want to be your girlfriend," she said matter-of-factly.

I laughed softly, ironically. "We're more than just friends,
though."

We fell silent again, until she pulled my arms tight around her.
"I like this."

"What?"

"Waking up with you. It's... nice. It makes me feel..."

"Loved?"

"Mmmmm."

I kissed her silky hair, which was dry. Maybe it _had_ been
hours. "We're not boyfriend-girlfriend," I said at last, "and
we're not 'friends,' so what are we?"

"Sex buddies?"

"Fucking friends?"

"Friends plus?"

"Screwed up and uncertain?" I suggested, and she laughed. I
hugged her gently, and she kissed my arm.

"Everyone's going to say, 'We told you so.'"

"Nah. They might _want_ to, but I don't think they'll actually
say it."

"Erin might."

I shook my head, but then a thought came to me. "Hold on... why
didn't you just have sex with her and Sean? I mean, if I was
being a jerk, and you were so horny...?"

Her answer surprised me: "Sean bugs the crap outta me."

"But... I thought you liked him."

She shrugged. "I like Erin, so I guess Sean is part of the
package, but..."

"What don't you like?"

"I dunno. I just don't like him. I mean, I don't hate him, but he
gets on my nerves sometimes."

I nodded in understanding.

"And Erin hadn't seen him since August," she added, "so I didn't
want to bother them."

"Ah."

She shrugged and we fell silent, each lost in thought.

"So, what happens now?" she repeated after a while.

"I guess we decide if we're 'sex buddies' or 'fucking friends.'"

"No, you know what I mean."

"Yeah, I do." I shrugged. "Why don't we just try to be nice to
each other?"

She wiggled her butt against me. "I think we already _did_ that."

"Yeah, but you know what I mean."

She nodded.

"Our families'll be happier."

"_Tell_ me about it," she said. "My mom threatened to put me on
the next plane home."

"Ha!"

She rolled in my arms and faced me. "You think that's funny? She
would've done it!"

"Yeah, I know," I said earnestly, which seemed to mollify her.
"And then we both would've been screwed."

"Or _not_," she said, and laughed softly. She paused a moment,
deep in thought. "Can we just be friends? But with, you know, the
sex too?"

"Sure. I always liked being your friend. That's what I really
missed when we were fighting."

"You mean when you were being a jerk."

"Hey," I said indignantly, only half teasing, "I had help."

She managed to look guilty and defiant at the same time.

"Whatever," I said with a smile. "Anyway, I'm sorry I was a
jerk."

"I'm sorry I was a bitch. I just... I didn't know what to say,
and..."

"Whenever you tried," I finished, "I was a jerk."

"Uh-huh. And I guess I was angry 'cause everyone was having sex
but us."

"Tell me about it! I was ready to explode."

"You did that anyway," she said with a grin. "Three times." She
reached for my flaccid penis and began stroking it. "Can I taste
number four?"

I grinned and started to reply, but a sound from the hall cut me
off.

"What's all this then?" Elizabeth said from the doorway.

Leah and I sat up in surprise.

"Did you find them?" Mom called from the second floor.

Elizabeth turned and called down, "They're up here, snug as
bugs."

"Together?" Mom said as she came up the stairs.

Elizabeth gestured. "See for yourself."

Leah and I managed to look self-conscious.

"So you kissed and made up?" Elizabeth said when she faced us
again.

"It looks like they did more than kiss," Mom teased, which made
me blush even harder. Beside me, Leah was just as rosy, even
through her darker complexion.

We fell silent, but then my brow furrowed. "Um... why were you
looking for us?"

"You were supposed to meet us for lunch," Mom said gently. "When
you weren't at the lodge, we came looking for you. It's after one
o'clock." She tapped her watch. My own watch was probably still
on the deck, exactly where I'd left it before I got into the hot
tub.

"We found your clothes," Elizabeth continued, "and thought
something might've happened to you."

"Whatever," Leah said curtly. "We're fine."

Elizabeth's eyes narrowed, so I cut in, "What she means is, we're
sorry you had to come looking for us. I guess we lost track of
time."

Elizabeth gave her daughter a pointed look.

"It's easy to do," Mom said smoothly, "especially when you're...
um... preoccupied."

Leah and I glanced at each other and shared a guilty look.

"So," Mom continued, "you're not fighting, obviously. And you
haven't been abducted by a flying saucer." She looked at
Elizabeth. "I guess we can call off the FBI."

"Indeed," Elizabeth said dryly, and then turned back to us. "What
are your plans for the rest of the day?"

Leah started to answer hotly, but I cut her off.

"Nothing, really," I said. I glanced at Leah. "But... um... we
haven't really had a chance to talk about it."

"But you'll be together?"

Leah bristled. "Why do you--? Ow! That hurts."

I let go of her thigh and hoped she wouldn't bruise. "Probably,"
I answered Elizabeth, and ignored Leah's venomous look. "If we
don't start fighting again."

"Don't count on it," Leah muttered.

"Well, then," Elizabeth said. "We'll leave you to it." She
abruptly turned to go, and Mom shot me a questioning look. I
shrugged slightly, and she nodded.

"We'll see you for dinner?" Mom said.

"If we both survive," I said, which was more prescient than I
wanted to admit.

Mom followed Elizabeth down the stairs, and I caught Leah before
she could escape.

"What was _that_ about?" I said.

"Let go of me."

"Not until you tell me what's wrong."

"Ow! You're hurting me."

"Then quit fighting me," I said, and tugged her back to the bed.
"Now, what the hell was that about?"

"Just leave me alone!" She tried to get away again, but I caught
her and pulled her down.

"You were fine until your mom showed up," I said.

"_What?_ Are you gonna give me a lecture too?"

"I hadn't planned on it," I said evenly.

"Oh?" she snapped. "So what _are_ you planning?"

"Well, I was gonna ask what's going on. And then I thought I'd
listen while you told me." I paused to let my words sink in.

"As if you really care," she said sullenly.

"I wouldn't ask if I didn't."

"Yeah, right."

"Why are you two snapping at each other?" I said. "I mean, you're
not still horny and frustrated. We pretty much took care of
_that_." I was trying to make a joke to lighten the mood, but
Leah's anger finally boiled over.

"She's always asking what I'm doing, where I'm going, who I'm
with! Like she doesn't have a life or anything." She huffed with
frustration. "And she's always telling me what to do, like I'm
some kid or something. Well, I'm not!"

I fell silent in the face of her tirade, although I felt an odd
sense of detachment. She wasn't angry at _me_ for a change, but I
still couldn't get worked up about her righteous indignation.

Leah took a deep breath and scowled into space.

"Okay, I lied," I said at last. "I'm gonna give you a lecture
after all."

"Oh, great! I _knew_ you'd take her side!"

"Will you quit jumping to conclusions?" I said. "I'm not taking
her side. I just want to give you some advice." I wanted to laugh
at my paternal tone, but I kept my voice steady. "If you want her
to treat you like an adult, you need to act like one."

"But--"

"Uh-uh. I know what you're gonna say, but that's not how it
works. They don't treat us like adults and then expect us to act
like them. We have to act like it, and _then_ they'll treat us
like it."

"She wouldn't do this if I was a boy."

"Ha! You think so?"

She arched a skeptical eyebrow.

"My dad had a talk with me _last night_ about how I need to grow
up," I said. "So you're not the only one, Miss Poor Little Me."

She frowned, at my words as much as my tone.

"Life isn't fair," I went on, "and being rude to your mom won't
change things." I snorted at the irony of repeating my father's
words.

"What?" Leah said. "You think this is funny?"

I sobered quickly. "No, it's not. It's just that... well... you and I
are a lot alike. It took me a long time to start acting like an
adult"--_and I still don't do it very often_--"so I know how you
feel. But trust me, our parents are pretty single-minded
sometimes. I mean, they have to be. If they give in, they lose
whatever control they might've had. _Especially_ with kids our
age."

"I'm _not_ a kid," Leah said sullenly.

"Yeah, but you know what I mean. If you want your mom to treat
you like an adult, then act like one. If she asks what you're
doing, just tell her. If she wants to know where you're going and
who you're with, just tell her. What's it matter if she knows?
Jeez! She lets you do whatever you want.

"Heck," I said with a gesture at the two of us, "she lets you
have sex with college guys. How many mothers do _that?_ Hmm?"

Leah looked away in glowering silence, which was an admission
itself.

"Exactly," I said. "And how many mothers are as patient--?"

"But she's not! She's..."

I shot her a skeptical look. "Let me tell you something," I said
earnestly. "If I talked to my father like you do your mother,
he'd kick my ass from here to Atlanta. And you don't wanna know
what he'd do if I talked to my mom that way."

Leah tried to look defiant, but she knew I was right.

"So yeah," I said, "your mom's pretty patient."

"So?"

"You want her to treat you like an adult?"

"Duh."

"Then act like it," I said flatly.

"But I just get sick of it!"

"You think she's not?"

"But she's so nosy."

"Yeah," I said sarcastically, "people who love you can be such a
drag." I pointed at myself. "Case in point."

She rolled her eyes.

"Listen," I said gently, the nineteen-year-old voice of
experience, "she's nosy because she loves you. She wouldn't ask
if she didn't care."

"So?"

"'So?' Do you think maybe, just _maybe_, she loves you?"

"Of course she loves me. She--" She snorted softly, ruefully.
"Yeah, I know." She drew a deep breath and wiped away unshed
tears. When she sighed, it was a sigh of defeat. "It's just so
hard."

"To act like an adult?"

She nodded.

I laughed in agreement and put my arm around her. We sat in
silence for several long moments.

"I guess I should apologize," she said at last.

"I dunno... if you think it's what a grown-up would do."

She swatted at me, but I'd made my point.

"In the meantime," I said briskly, "I'm hungry. How 'bout some
lunch? After all, _someone_ I know didn't eat breakfast."

"Yeah, I guess."

"And then maybe we can just hang out," I said. "I'm not in the
mood to ski today. Besides, I'm a little worn out from, ahem, our
adventures."

"Worn out? I'm gonna have bruises!"

"Hey," I said, "it's not my fault you tried to ski the Matterhorn
today. What in God's name were you thinking? Trying to ski the
face..." I shook my head theatrically.

"I was trying to get away from _you_." She stood up and started
rummaging for something to wear, but I waved her off.

"Forget that," I said, and held out a hand. "Just come
downstairs. Let's fix lunch and sit in the hot tub for a while.
After that, I have plans for you."

"Oh, really?"

I rewarded her with a smug grin. "Nefarious plans."

"Nefarious, huh?"

"Salacious, too."

"Salacious?"

"Ejaculous, even!"

She finally laughed. "That's not a real word."

"Sure it is," I lied glibly. "I'll show you..."

-----

The others returned around five o'clock. Leah and I were dressed,
and had started fixing dinner. Mom and Elizabeth were the first
to arrive. Elizabeth was a bit wary, but she looked relieved when
Leah offered her a hesitant smile. Mom caught my eye and thanked
me silently.

I shrugged, as if to say that I hadn't done anything special.

She seemed to understand, and her eyes glistened as she smiled.

Leah and Elizabeth talked quietly and then hugged, and both wiped
their eyes when they separated.

"Well," Elizabeth said with deliberate cheer, "the men are
supposed to take us to dinner tonight. Would you care to join
us?"

I glanced at Leah. She nodded eagerly, almost happily, even.

"Sure," I said. "We'd love to."

"Love to what?" Erin said from the landing. She and Sean took off
their coats and hats and hung them on pegs.

"Have dinner in town," Mom said. "Would you like to join us?"

"Sure!" Erin said, although Sean looked put out. He probably had
plans, which _didn't_ include dinner with his girlfriend's
parents.

I shared a grin with Leah, thankful for our afternoon together.
Neither of us would be horny for at least a couple of hours, if
not more. As the others went upstairs to shower and get ready, we
put away the beginnings of dinner.

Dad and Chris returned about twenty minutes later. They had
obviously talked to Mom and Elizabeth, because they didn't look
surprised to see Leah and me together in the living room.

"You'd better hurry," I told them. "Everyone else went up to
shower about twenty minutes ago."

"No hot water," Chris complained.

"It's good for you," Dad said as they took off their coats.

"Oh," I added, "Mom and Elizabeth invited us to dinner, if you
don't mind. Erin and Sean are going too."

"Sounds like a family affair," Chris said.

"That works," Dad said. Then he nodded to Chris. "C'mon, let's
see if we can catch the girls before they get dressed."

They headed up the stairs at a much slower pace than _I_ would
have set, but they certainly didn't dawdle. I grinned as I
watched them go, and then turned to Leah.

"We'd better change clothes if we're going out."

She nodded, and we headed upstairs ourselves.

"Why don't you wear the white cashmere sweater?" I said as she
opened the closet. "It makes you look really good."

"You mean it makes my _boobs_ look good."

My face heated. _Caught!_ "Well, that too."

"Then you wear your parachute pants," she said. She brazenly
stared at my crotch, mocking me. "They make you look really
good."

I laughed. "You want me to go commando?"

"I will if you will."

I imagined her sans panties, and my dick stiffened immediately,
even _after_ the day we'd had.

"What the heck," I said, and shucked my boxers. My semi-hard dick
flopped as I stepped into the nylon pants, so I was careful to
tuck it aside as I zipped up.

Leah slid her panties down her long legs and donned a pair of
stretchy black pants. Then she pulled the sweater over her head
and belted it around her slender waist. She finished the outfit
with a pair of silver-gray legwarmers, and stood for my approval.

"Wow," I said. "You look nice."

We met the others downstairs and donned our coats. Leah and I
naturally went to the Jeep with Chris and Elizabeth. Inside, we
shared a smile at the difference between this ride and the _last_
one.

We went to one of the nicer restaurants in town. Dad had
reservations, but the hostess had to find a table for eight
instead of four, so we waited in the lounge.

Dad and Chris ordered vodka martinis, while Mom and Elizabeth
asked for white wine. The waitress didn't even flinch when Leah
ordered a rum and Coke, so I swallowed my request for a regular
Coke. I wanted to seem grown-up, so I ordered a vodka martini
like the older men. Sean nervously ordered a beer, while Erin
asked for a glass of white wine.

"Remember to go slow," my dad cautioned when our drinks arrived.
"Alcohol hits you a lot harder at this altitude."

We all nodded, and then Chris said, "What should we toast to?"

"Good friends and good times?" Mom suggested.

"I was thinking hot tubs and hard liquor," Chris said.

"I love a hard licker," Elizabeth teased, and everyone laughed.

Leah beamed up at me and whispered, "Mmmmm, me too."

I felt my face heat, but no one else heard the exchange.

"Sounds good to me," Dad said, and raised his glass. "To hot tubs
and hard lickers!"

We laughed again and clinked our glasses.

The restaurant was busy, even for a Tuesday night, so we had to
wait a while for a large table. We were well into our second
round of drinks when the hostess came to fetch us. Dad paid our
bar tab and tipped the cocktail waitress, and then followed us to
the big half-booth in the back of the restaurant.

We had more drinks with dinner, and I was pretty buzzed by the
time we finished. Leah leaned against me happily, and I draped an
arm over her shoulder. Dad and Chris had coffee, but we were all
tired, so we didn't linger.

Outside, the night was crisp and cold, with stars glittering in a
cloudless sky. Leah hugged herself to my arm as we walked to the
car. We were all quiet on the ride up the mountain, and it was
after ten o'clock when we finally reached the chalet. Despite the
flirting and alcohol at dinner, everyone headed upstairs to bed.

Leah and I silently stripped off our clothes and then did a
little dance as we tried to get past each other to reach our
respective beds. I wanted to sleep with her, but I didn't want to
just assume that she wanted me to. She was probably thinking the
same thing, and we shared an uncertain moment. Then I grinned and
nodded at my bunk.

"You wanna join me?"

"Let's sleep in mine," she said. "I don't want to bump my head
if... you know," she said, and I grinned.

We climbed into bed and spooned together, her body warm against
mine. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her hair.

"I'm glad we're still friends," I said softly.

"Mmm, me too."

-----

We skied with Erin and Sean the next day. The girls were about
the same level of ability, but Sean was a cautious beginner. I
did my best to hide my frustration, but by lunchtime I was ready
to ditch the others and ski on my own. I managed to contain
myself until the sun finally--_mercifully?_--dipped behind the
mountains.

Leah and Erin could tell how exasperated I was, but Sean didn't
have a clue. I was actually glad he hadn't noticed--after all, my
bad attitude wasn't his problem. It wasn't his fault he couldn't
ski. It was his first time, and he wasn't very athletic to begin
with. Still, I was glad when we called it a day.

"Thanks for staying with us," Erin said quietly as we popped our
bindings at the chalet.

I shrugged and forced a tight smile. "I had fun. It was
relaxing."

In reality, I'd been bored out of my mind, doing huge slaloms
across the width of the easy trails. The few times I'd been able
to tuck in and go flat out, a member of the ski patrol always
seemed to pop up, so I had to slow down.

"Maybe we can try some intermediate slopes tomorrow," Leah
suggested.

"I dunno," Sean said, oblivious to the undercurrent around him.

Leah gave me a look that said, "See why I don't like him?" and I
shrugged.

Erin apologized with her eyes, but I merely gave her a slight
headshake: _No need._

"But hey," Sean said, still clueless, "how 'bout tonight? Do
y'all wanna go to a club?"

That was the _last_ thing I wanted to do, and Leah sensed my
reluctance. I could've kissed her when she said she wanted to
stay in. Sean gave her a knowing look, and I had to stifle a
laugh as she fought to control her temper.

"Not because of _that_," she snapped. "I fell yesterday, and I'm
still sore."

"_Right_," he persisted, and gave Erin a sly wink.

Leah's eyes flared dangerously. "I have the bruises to prove it,
you--!"

"I'm kinda tired too," I said quickly. "Besides, you and Erin
probably want some time alone."

"Oh, yeah," he said with a man-to-man kind of smugness.

He was trying to act more grown-up than he was, but I'd probably
done the same thing when _I_ was seventeen, so I was willing to
cut him some slack.

"Yeah, I guess we'll hit the clubs on our own," he said, and Erin
thanked me with a glance.

_No problem,_ I said with a nod, and she joined Sean as he headed
into the mud room.

"I'm gonna make sure everything's squared away out here," I said
to their backs, and pulled the heavy door shut.

Leah looked like she wanted to have an apoplectic fit, which made
her eyes bug out. I barely suppressed a snort of laughter.

"What's so funny?" she flared, so I soothed her with a gesture.
At a sound from inside, I gave her a warning nod toward the
closed door. Sean and Erin could probably hear us, even through
the thick wood. I waited until I heard them tromp up the stairs.

"Relax," I said at last.

Leah's eyes narrowed as she misunderstood.

"Okay, he's a dork," I explained, "but he's seventeen."

"_I'm_ seventeen," she said testily.

"Yeah, but you're a girl. Besides, you're mature for your age." I
tossed my chin at the mud room. "He's just... trying to act cool,
but you..." I suppressed a grin as her eyes glittered dangerously.
"Well, you're just beautiful, especially when you're angry."

She drew a breath for a waspish comeback, but then realized what
I'd said.

I let my grin widen, insufferably smug.

"You!" she huffed. "You!" She screwed up her expression and tried
to look angry. She looked adorable instead, and I fought not to
laugh outright. "You're _incorrigible!_" she said at last.

"Guilty." I pulled her into my arms. She struggled for a moment,
but I was too strong. Besides, she wasn't serious about getting
away, so I laughed and kissed her forehead.

"Relax," I said again. "Sean isn't worth getting worked up
about."

"You did," she accused, and she was right.

"Yeah... well... I guess I'm still a bit immature myself. Sometimes,
at least."

"Sometimes?"

"Okay, maybe not, but at least I'm _trying_ to get better."

"Try harder," she said, although she was just being grouchy.

I chuckled. "All right, but you have to also."

"Why?"

"Because."

"Just because?"

"Just because," I assured her.

"Whatever."

I chuckled again. "Sorry, Miss Coulter, but you'll have to do
better than that."

-----

We spent the evening in our room. We weren't hiding out, exactly,
but we'd had our fill of concerned parents and annoying
boyfriends.

Leah really _was_ sore, and she had a couple of major bruises,
but we still fooled around. She had a ready supply of semen,
after all, and she wasn't about to let a few aches and pains keep
her from it. I was more than happy to oblige.

Our parents came in from the hot tub about nine o'clock, and we
heard them talking and laughing in the great room, but we decided
to stay in the comfort of Leah's rumpled bed.

"So what's going on with you and your mom?" I finally asked.

"What do you mean? She's been pretty cool since... you know."

"Yeah, but before that..." I stared into space and considered my
next words carefully. "Look," I said at last, "I'm not trying to
compare you to Gina, but your mom did the same thing when _we_
were in high school. I mean, she was always asking where we were,
who we were with, et cetera." I shrugged at the memory. "It never
bothered Gina."

Leah sat up angrily. "Is that all you--?"

"Oh, will you _relax?_" I said sharply. "I said I'm not comparing
you to Gina. I'm just trying to understand. You and Gina and Kara
are a lot alike. So why didn't _they_ freak out when your mom
kept tabs on them? Seriously, that's all I'm asking."

She scowled warily.

"Honest," I said, and held my hands up to prove it. "Maybe I can
help. Maybe not, but it never hurts to talk about it."

"Oh, so you think you have all the answers?"

"Of course not," I shot back. "That's why I'm asking all the
questions."

She didn't have a response to _that_, but she wasn't ready to let
go of her anger.

"Seriously," I soothed, "what's the matter?"

"Maybe I'm just different."

"Of course you're different, in lots of ways, but not the major
ones. You were raised the same. Trust me, I paid a lot of
attention to you all when I was younger." I laughed softly. "I
still do, evidently."

She wouldn't meet my smile, but she didn't scowl either.

"I guess what I'm trying to say is, what's different between you
and them?"

She didn't take the invitation to speak, so I went on.

"Heck," I said, "if anything, you have _more_ freedom. Kara used
to have to beg to drive to town when we were at camp, and your
mom still didn't let her go that often. Gina and I had to ask
just to go to the quarry, at least when we were first dating. But
you... you pretty much did whatever you wanted. So what gives?
What's different?"

"Maybe _she's_ different," Leah said. "Have you ever thought of
that?"

I shrugged. "Maybe, but I don't think so." I let the words hang
in the air, and refused to look away as the silence stretched
between us.

"I just get so frustrated," Leah said at last.

"About what?"

"Everything!"

"Like...?"

"You really wanna know?" she asked angrily, and I nodded. She
gave me a "yeah, right" look, but I didn't back down.

"I hate it when she tells me what to do," she said at last. "What
classes to take, when to study, everything! She wants me to be a
doctor, like Nana, but I hate science! _Hate_ it, Paul. Biology
made me sick. The labs stunk, the dissection stuff was _gross_,
and I could care less about mitosis, meio... _whatever_, or any of
that crap. Worse, I'm failing Chemistry!"

I blinked in surprise. Leah might not have been as brilliant as
Kara, or as determined and smart as Gina, but she wasn't dumb--
not even close.

"Yeah," she said, reading my expression. "Kara was valedictorian,
Gina was a total honor student, and I can't get water to boil
without something going wrong. Don't even ask me what a mole is,
or the atomic weight of... _stupidium!_"

I wanted to laugh, but I knew I shouldn't. Still, I couldn't keep
a straight face.

"Yeah, I bet you think it's funny. You're brilliant. You're gonna
be an architect."

I scoffed and paraphrased Michelangelo, "If people knew how hard
I have to work, it wouldn't seem brilliant at all."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means," I said calmly, "that nothing worthwhile is easy."

"Being a doctor isn't worthwhile! Not for me, at least."

I kept my tone reasonable: "Then what _do_ you want to do?"

"I don't know," she said sullenly. "But I don't wanna be a
doctor."

"Okay, then what classes do you like?"

She shrugged. "English is okay. American History. I liked World
History last year. And I wanna take AP Government next year, but
Mom thinks I should take AP Biology instead." She rolled her
eyes. "I barely made a _C_ in Biology last year." She scoffed
derisively. "But you know what I really wanna do?"

I silently prompted her.

"You'll think it's dumb."

"I'll think it's dumb if you _don't_ tell me."

She searched my expression. "Promise you won't laugh?"

"Cross my heart," I said, with a gesture to match.

She dithered for a moment, and silently gnawed the inside of her
lip. She realized it and stopped with a look of annoyance, but
she didn't stop staring at her hands. "They're starting a TV
station at school, and I wanna join the Broadcast Club."

"Then join."

She looked at me like I was an idiot, but I didn't flinch. "Duh!"
she said after a moment. "Mom'll kill me."

"Have you talked to her about it?"

"No," she said sullenly.

"Why not?"

She rolled her eyes and gave me The Look again.

"Seriously," I said. "If that's what you want to do, then _do
it_. Your dad would support you."

Leah shook her head. "He's always on Mom's side."

"Not if you really want to," I said.

"But she'll never let me."

"She won't if you don't ask!"

"You don't know her."

"No, _you_ don't know her," I shot back, which made her pause.
"She wants you to be happy. She always has. Yeah, she wants you
to be a doctor, but only 'cause you haven't told her otherwise."

"She won't care."

"Bullshit." I let the word hang in the air.

"But you don't know her," she said weakly.

"Oh, I know her. But the difference is, I'm not _scared_ of her."

"Try growing up with her," Leah muttered, and I had to suppress a
smile. Elizabeth could be daunting and strong-willed, but she
only wanted the best for her daughters.

"Listen," I said earnestly, "if you don't want to be a doctor,
_tell her_. She might not like it at first, but she'll
understand."

"That's what _you_ think."

"Then talk to your dad! He'll know how to tell her. But if she
thinks she's doing what's best, she won't stop until she gets
what she wants." Gina came by her determination honestly, and it
wasn't hard to figure out which parent it had come from. "It's up
to you to tell her what you want," I told Leah. "If you wanna
take Government next year and join the Broadcast Club, then _tell
her_. Jeez, Leah! That's all it takes... a little communication."

_Where was this voice of wisdom when I screwed up with Gina?_ I
wondered darkly. _Not to mention Wren. Or even Kendall?_ I wanted
to laugh at myself and my own Johnny-come-lately maturity.

"Easy for you to say," Leah muttered sullenly.

_Ha! You think so? Walk a mile in my shoes. I learned this stuff
the hard way._

"Talk to your dad," I said. "He'll help. Heck, it sounds like you
wanna follow in his footsteps, so he should be thrilled."

"You don't know my mom. She tells him what to do."

"Oh," I said, with a knowing air, "I think he can probably hold
his own." The silence stretched between us until I put my arm
around her shoulders and pulled her close.

She rested her head on my chest and said, "I still don't think
it'll work."

"You won't know till you try."

She sighed, and I knew I'd made my point. For now. I didn't know
if she'd have the guts to go through with it, but at least I'd
planted the seed. We lay back and fell silent, both lost in
thought.

A few minutes later, she kissed my chest and reached for my dick
at the same time. She was probably trying to distract me from
another lecture, but it worked. I hugged her and used my other
hand to caress her bare upper arm. She kissed me again as my
penis began to respond to her gentle stroking.

When I was hard enough, she straddled my hips and sank onto my
shaft with a low sigh. Then she leaned forward, and her dark hair
made a curtain around her face. She closed her eyes and our lips
met in a kiss, soft at first, but with growing heat.

We made love slowly, quietly, our lips hungry as our bodies moved
together. I tried to hold off my release, but her pussy felt so
good that I didn't want to stop.

"I'm gonna come," I grunted at last.

"Come inside me," she whispered.

I nodded silently and cupped her ass. She tensed against me as I
began thrusting harder. Our bodies slid together, lubricated by a
sheen of sweat, and she moaned as she felt my urgency. Then I
rammed into her and arched my back as a geyser of pleasure burst
from deep within me.

"Oh God," she panted as I filled her.

When I finished spurting, she planted frantic kisses over my face
and neck. Lingering pleasure made it hard to focus, but I gripped
her hips and ground her pussy against the base of my shaft. She
cried out softly and rocked against me. My dick was still hard
within her, so I humped again.

She buried her face in the hollow of my neck and cried out with
the force of her first spasm. Her pussy contracted around my
shaft, and I felt a rush of heat. I ground my hips again, and she
jerked at the sensation in her clit.

When her orgasm finally subsided, she collapsed against me like a
limp doll. I rubbed her back, and we lay together for a long
time, just catching our breath and relaxing. Then she slowly
climbed off and stretched languidly beside me.

"Thanks," she said through a yawn. "For everything."

"You're welcome."

-----

Erin and Sean slept late the next morning--they'd come home late,
and were probably a little hung over--so Leah and I were happy to
ski by ourselves. She wasn't as tentative as Sean, but she wasn't
very confident either, so we mostly skied the intermediate trails
on the near side of the mountain.

We caught up with our parents around lunchtime, and ate with them
at the summit lodge.

"So," Leah asked the group when we finished, "do y'all wanna
split up after lunch? Guys and girls?"

Mom and Elizabeth glanced at each other quickly, but then paused
to consider it.

"Paul's been stuck with me for two days," Leah said, "and--"

"Whoa," I said. "I haven't been 'stuck' with anyone. I like
skiing with you."

She arched an eyebrow and didn't let me off the hook.

"Do you _want_ to ski with us?" Elizabeth asked, and Leah
shrugged.

"I guess."

"Sure," Dad said at last. "We'll ski with Paul. And you can spend
the afternoon with Beth and your mom."

I shot Leah a reproachful look, but she didn't bat an eye.

"God, you're such a goof," she said, and I felt a sudden pang of
loss for Gina. Leah saw immediately, and knew enough to
understand my reaction. Her expression hardened as she looked
away, forcefully reminded that she wasn't Gina.

I felt like a heel, but I didn't know what I could have done
differently.

"Are you ready to go?" she said abruptly, and looked at the older
women as she stood.

"Um... all right," Elizabeth said. For once, she wasn't going to
chide her daughter for being rude, and I silently thanked her.

"You ready to go?" Dad said to Chris as we began to break up.

"Yeah, sure."

"Wanna try the face again?" Dad suggested.

"Oh, no," Chris said. "Not again."

They bantered as we clomped out to the ski racks beside the
lodge, but I couldn't stop looking at Leah. I silently willed her
to meet my eyes, but she never did. Mom flashed me a sympathetic
look, but then she and Elizabeth started their own conversation
in an attempt to ease the tension.

I skied hard the rest of the day. I was mad at myself, and
replayed the conversation in my head. I thought of a dozen things
I could have done differently, but then had to remind myself that
hindsight was like that.

Toward the end of the day, I finally put things in perspective. I
told myself I could do better, but words were cheap. I had to
actually _do_ something about it--not just "could" do better, but
_would_. So I resolved to talk to Leah, to apologize and try to
explain.

-----

Back at the chalet, Erin and Sean wanted to go out to dinner.
They'd spent the day inside, so they wanted a change of scenery.
None of the grown-ups were interested, but Leah and I
halfheartedly agreed.

We were both quiet as we stripped off our ski clothes and hung
them in the closet. She was more listless than upset, but I still
felt guilty.

"I'm sorry about earlier," I said at last.

She shrugged. "It's okay. It's my own fault."

"No, I shouldn't have reacted like I did."

Another shrug. "Let's just go out and have a good time tonight.
Okay?"

I nodded.

"C'mon," she said dully. "They probably didn't leave us enough
hot water for two showers."

I felt a surge of arousal as she bent over to turn on the water,
but she obviously wasn't in the mood for sex, so I suppressed the
urge and ventured a smile when she glanced at me.

We stepped into the shower, and I reached for the shampoo before
she could grab it. She gave me a curious look, but turned
docilely when I slid behind her. I lathered her thick hair and
massaged her scalp. She groaned as my fingers worked their
relaxing magic, so I moved to her shoulders.

Steam rose around us as I rubbed the tension from her muscles. I
forced myself to ignore her slippery body and concentrate on what
I was doing, but my dick was half-hard by the time I pulled her
under the stinging spray.

She silently took the soap and lathered my chest as I washed my
hair. Her slender body glistened from the spray, and I couldn't
keep my eyes off her. My dick jutted at an angle, hard but not
stiff. When Leah's hands reached my stomach, I thought about
taking the soap from her and finishing the job myself, but I
waited too long.

Her eyes met mine when she felt how hard I was. She stroked
experimentally, but her heart wasn't in it. I probably could have
taken things further, but I knew I'd feel guilty. I wanted a
willing partner, not a dutiful one.

"Let's save it for later," I suggested.

She tried not to look relieved, and we finished the shower in
silence. As we dried off, I lifted her chin and met her dark
eyes.

"Listen," I said, "I'm really sorry about earlier. It happened so
fast that I didn't know what to do."

"I'm sorry too. I shouldn't've said it, and I knew it as soon as
I did."

I nodded and then lowered my head to kiss her. Her lips met mine
in a chaste, lingering kiss. Something told me not to pull away,
so I tested her lips with my tongue. They parted, and our kiss
grew more passionate. My dick jerked upright and pressed against
her soft belly. I felt her smiling, and she looked at me through
lowered lashes as she pulled away.

"I can't resist you," I said simply. "What can I say?"

"Let's get dressed," she said, although she moistened her lips
and gave my dick a wistful look.

I laughed and turned her toward the foggy mirror. "Come on," I
said. "We can fool around tonight."

Erin and Sean were waiting for us downstairs, and Sean grabbed
the Jeep keys.

"Uh-uh," I said, and held out my hand.

He grimaced with chagrin, but handed them over.

Dinner turned into drinks and dancing at a club down the street
from the restaurant. Erin and Sean had been there the night
before, so they knew the place. The bouncer didn't have a problem
with four teenagers, although the girls and I could have passed
for legal drinking age--barely.

Leah's mood had improved, and she was feeling no pain by the time
midnight arrived. Erin and Sean were drunk as well, but I was
reasonably sober. I didn't know the mountain roads well enough to
drive with a buzz, so I'd switched to straight Coke.

We left around two in the morning. Leah was falling-down drunk,
and Erin and Sean had to lean against each other for support. I
poured them into the Jeep and slid behind the wheel. Leah fell
asleep about halfway up the mountain, so I carried her inside.
Sean gave me a goofy, drunken wave as he and Erin tumbled into
their room.

Leah tried to sit up as I kicked off my shoes. She was too drunk
to get undressed by herself, so I helped, but she recovered
enough to reach for me when I started to pull away.

"Thought you were in the mood," she said deliberately.

I'd been horny all night, but I didn't want to take advantage of
her. On the other hand, she would have screwed me silly even if
she _hadn't_ been drunk, so I climbed into bed with her. She slid
between my legs and gave me a sloppy, drunken blowjob.
Unfortunately, she passed out after I came.

I didn't mind sex with a drunk girl, obviously, but I drew the
line at unconscious. So I lifted her toward the pillow and
covered her with the blankets.

I was still horny, and the sounds coming from Erin and Sean's
room didn't help. For a fleeting moment I thought of joining
them, if only for a blowjob, but I could imagine Sean's reaction
if I did. He was a good kid, but probably a little narrow-minded
about incest.

I headed downstairs with an ironic laugh. Who was I to talk? I
understood better than anyone what kind of taboo it was. And
while the thought of sex with Mom or Erin made for some hot
fantasies, I couldn't imagine doing it for real. Well, I could
_imagine_ it, but that was as far as I was willing to go.

When I reached the deck, I pulled the cover from the hot tub. The
water was still warm from when my parents had used it, so I
turned on the jets and climbed in. My dick hardened quickly as I
relaxed and began stroking. My fantasies were as hot as ever, and
just as unrealistic.

-----

Leah didn't want to get out of bed, and Erin and Sean were still
in their room, so I took a shower and ate breakfast by myself.
The other adults came down as I finished.

"Glad you made it home safe last night," Dad said, which was a
gentle reproof. Mom usually wanted me to wake her when I got
home--she joked she couldn't sleep until she knew I was safe.

"Yeah, sorry 'bout that," I said. "It was pretty late."

He glanced toward the third floor. "The others sleeping it off?"

"Pretty much."

"Been there, done that." He grinned. "When I was your age, as a
matter of fact. So why are _you_... um... alive... this morning?"

"'Cause I stopped drinking around midnight. I didn't wanna drive
home half-blitzed." _Or more than half, in the others' cases._

"Why, Paul," Elizabeth said, "that was very mature."

I shrugged it off. "You caught me on a good day."

Mom patted my hand and smiled.

"So, you wanna ski with us today?" Dad asked, and Chris pretended
to groan. Then again, he was moving slow enough that he probably
wasn't pretending.

"Thanks," I said, "but I think I'm gonna ski alone. If you don't
mind."

Chris shook his head fervently, but he was kidding--or _half_-
kidding, at least.

"I wanna hit the really tough slopes," I said. "You know, go flat
out."

"Balls to the wall," Dad agreed with a grin, but then sighed
theatrically. "Now that I'm older--"

"Could've fooled me," Mom muttered from the kitchen. She caught
my eye and grinned.

"As I was saying," he continued, ignoring her, "now that I'm
older, I can't go flat out like I used to, but--"

"Ah, the good ol' days," Mom teased.

I laughed. "Yeah, Dad, like you're one foot in the grave."

"That's _my_ grave," Chris said, mock-petulant. "And I'll thank
you to keep your foot out of it. Just let me die in peace." He
set his coffee on the table and groaned into a chair.

"You people don't fool me," I said. "You're the youngest group of
forty-year-olds I know."

"Did he say 'forty'?" Elizabeth asked Mom. "Shame on him." She
turned to me. "You're out of the will."

I laughed and scooped up my hat and gloves. "Whatever," I said
with a grin. "I'll catch you later. I wanna make a couple of
speed runs before the slopes fill up."

They laughed and told me to have fun.

-----

I skied hard all morning, mostly on the double-diamond trails. I
looked for everyone at lunch, but didn't find them, so I headed
back up the mountain. To my surprise, I realized that I missed
Leah's company. I rode the lifts with strangers, so our
conversations were fleeting and short-lived.

Still, I liked the challenge of the trails, and even fell several
times. My ego was bruised worse than my body, so I repeated the
runs until I could take them at full speed without losing
control.

By the time the sun dipped behind the canyon rim, I felt more
alive than I had all week. Even better, it was New Year's Eve,
and I was looking forward to the parties in town.

Everyone else had already returned to the chalet when I schussed
to a stop next to the deck. Upstairs, someone had built a roaring
fire, and dinner was almost ready.

Leah and the others had hit the slopes after lunch, but they
still looked a bit haggard. I worried that they might not want to
go out, but decided to go alone if they didn't. I didn't want to
abandon Leah again, but I wasn't going to stay cooped up when
everyone my age would be partying in town. Perhaps more
important, I didn't want to stay in the house with an orgy I
couldn't join.

"So," I ventured, "you all wanna hit that club again tonight?"

Sean nodded immediately, and Erin shrugged in agreement. Out of
the corner of my eye, I saw the older adults watching us. I felt
a stab of irritation--we'd always been included in the New Year's
Eve orgies, but Sean's presence added a new wrinkle, and I
reluctantly decided that they were right to be cautious. Our
lifestyle wasn't easy to explain to outsiders, even other
nudists.

I looked at Leah hopefully. I really wanted to see her in her
red-sequined party dress, and my dick twitched at the thought of
her _out_ of it.

"Would you care to be my date, Miss Coulter?"

She lowered her dark lashes and her cheeks colored.

In my best semi-formal voice, I said, "May I take that to be a
yes?"

She rolled her eyes, but nodded.

We ate dinner with our parents, but then raced upstairs to get
ready. While Erin and Sean were in the shower, Leah and I fooled
around in our room. Nothing too serious, but we were both pretty
worked up by the time we heard the bathroom door open.

We fooled around in the shower too, even though we knew we
wouldn't have much hot water. When it finally gave out, Leah
hastily bent to turn it off, and I thought about entering her
from behind. She seemed a little disappointed that I didn't, but
gave me a smoldering look that promised even more later.

Once we dried off and finished in the bathroom, we returned to
the bedroom, where Leah pulled on a pair of red lace panties and
slithered into her dress. I had to tuck my erection into my
boxers, but my dark pants hid the bulge. As I buttoned my shirt,
she sat on the bed and buckled her strappy red heels. Then she
put on her jewelry as I knotted my tie and shrugged into my
double-breasted jacket.

Downstairs, Erin and Sean were already waiting for us. She wore a
tight blue dress that set off her eyes, but Sean had been
swallowed by his suit. He was obviously trying to look like David
Byrne from the "Once in a Lifetime" video, but he wasn't tall
enough to pull it off. Leah took one look at him and barely
managed to turn a snort of amusement into a cough.

"Ahem, sorry," she said, but her eyes glittered with mirth as she
glanced at me.

He _did_ look funny, but I gave her a stern look and she composed
herself.

Mom and Elizabeth wanted to take pictures, so we posed in front
of the fireplace. After an entire roll of film, Sean and I helped
the girls into their coats.

"Is it okay if we stay out late?" I asked, more formality than
request.

"What time do you think you'll be home?" Dad asked.

"Two, two thirty," I said. "Three at the latest. I'll knock on
your door."

"Three's fine," he said, and I took the hint. "Do you need cash?"

I flushed, politely embarrassed. "Thanks, Dad, but I'm cool." I
didn't even think about Sean, since I'd already decided to pay
for everything.

"It's so nice when they have their own money," Chris said, and
Elizabeth elbowed him.

"Okay, then," Dad said, and gestured toward the front door. "Have
a good night."

I quirked an eyebrow, and he looked a bit abashed. Mom merely
smiled and made a shooing motion.

"Have fun," she said.

_You too,_ I thought, with more resentment than I wanted to
admit.

-----

The club was loud and packed, even though it was only nine
o'clock. The girls checked their coats and purses, and we made
our way into the main room. Miraculously, Erin saw some people
leaving their table, so she slid into the booth before anyone
else could get there. I gave Leah a quick kiss and told her to
sit with Erin.

As Sean and I made our way to the bar, I leaned close and
shouted, "I'm buying tonight."

He tried to hide his relief as he thanked me, and I felt a pang
of sympathy. Had _I_ ever been that young? After a moment's
reflection I admitted that I probably had. And if it hadn't been
for Susan and my parents, I'd probably still be like Sean, only a
bit older. I shook my head at what might have been, and offered
silent thanks to a long-gone tree limb.

The waitress had cleaned the table by the time we returned, but I
caught her eye and gestured for her to come over. When she made
her way back to us, I gave her a hundred-dollar bill, asked her
to start a tab, and ordered another round.

"Wow, thanks," Erin said.

"My pleasure."

Leah beamed at me as she sipped her rum and Coke. She was taking
it easy after the previous night, since we were both in the mood
for more than a drunken blowjob.

Erin dragged Sean to the dance floor, so Leah and I relaxed in
the booth to keep anyone from poaching it. Her hand dropped to my
thigh and began rubbing gently. My dick immediately stiffened,
and she smiled as she felt it.

I put my arm around her and dangled my fingers over her left
breast. The club was crowded enough that no one was paying
attention to us, but I didn't really care if anyone saw. I teased
her nipple and smiled as it swelled under my fingertips.

Erin and Sean returned twenty minutes later, so I stood and
pulled Leah with me. The dance floor was full of people our age,
dressed from new wave to preppy, with plenty in between. Leah and
I danced and flirted through five or six songs before heading
back to the others.

We took turns like that, one couple dancing while the other held
down the booth, until the DJ gave us a fifteen-minute warning for
the midnight countdown. Erin and Sean tumbled from the dance
floor and downed the dregs of their drinks, so I ordered another
round.

Leah had matched me drink for drink all night, but she wasn't
drunk, and her eyes practically glowed with excitement. I thought
she was just horny, but then I felt a moment of panic. The
bathrooms were full of people doing cocaine, and I'd even seen a
few doing it in the booths near the back. What if...? My eyes
snapped to Leah.

I watched her intently for a moment, but she wasn't sniffing. I
thought back through the evening, but she'd only gone to the
bathroom once. Even then, Erin had said they shared a stall, and
I couldn't imagine _Erin_ doing coke. I tried to shake my
suspicions, but I couldn't forget how I'd missed the signs in
Gina and paid the price for it.

The drinks arrived and Sean almost spilled his. Unlike Leah, he
was _very_ drunk. Worse, he was a friendly drunk, and kept
thanking me for paying. He was just gearing up for another gush
when I had a sudden inspiration.

"Hey," I said, "let's order some champagne!"

I put him in charge of getting the waitress's attention, and
pulled Leah toward the dance floor. We started dancing, but I
zoned out and tried to think.

What would I do if she was high on coke? Drag her home? Leave by
myself? Tell her mother? I immediately nixed that idea--I didn't
want to seem like a narc--but could _I_ talk to her? Would she
listen? What if she denied it? Would I call her a liar? To her
face? But--?

She leaned close and half-shouted over the music, "What's the
matter?"

"What? Nothing."

"Then why are you staring into space?"

I wanted to kick myself for being distracted.

"You're not high, are you?" she asked suddenly.

"What? Me? God, no!"

I blinked in surprise at being on the defensive all of a sudden.
The DJ came to my rescue with a one-minute warning, so we pushed
through the throng and made our way back to the table. When the
new year arrived, I covertly stared at Leah, still caught in my
dilemma.

After the cheers and toasts died down, Erin and Sean headed for
the dance floor. Leah's dark eyes speared me.

"Really," she said, "are you okay? You're not drunk, are you?"

I couldn't tell her my real fear, so I hastily glanced at her own
glass, which was half empty.

"What?" she challenged. "You think _I'm_ drunk?"

I didn't, but I blustered anyway. "You've been drinking all
night."

"I've _what?_" She started to get upset, but then rolled her eyes
and laughed in relief. "You goof! _I_ haven't finished a single
drink. _Sean_ has!"

"Sean...?"

"Yeah! Whenever you and I were dancing. God, did you think _I_
drank all that?"

I wanted to groan when I thought back and realized that she was
right, which explained why Sean was so drunk. It also explained
why she _wasn't_. She wasn't sniffing or hyper, either, and non-
stop flirting explained the rest. I felt an almost palpable wave
of relief.

"What?" Leah said in annoyance, which drew me back. "Did you
think I want a repeat of last night?"

"I don't know what I was thinking," I lied after a moment. "I
guess I was just being an idiot."

She laughed and rolled her eyes affectionately. "Duh!"

"I'm sorry," I said, and pulled her close.

She molded herself to my side, and her hand quickly found my
inner thigh. My latent erection sprang to life.

I was still keyed up, but I gradually relaxed as she kneaded me.
She was probably using the time as an excuse to calm down as
well. After all, I'd just falsely accused her of something, even
if it hadn't been as bad as my first thought.

Her hand felt good on my dick, but I was afraid I might come in
my pants, so I pulled her away. She started to object, but then
closed her eyes as I reached under her dress and fingered her
panty-covered slit. She was hot and damp, from desire as much as
exertion, and her nostrils flared as a wave of pleasure washed
over her.

I wanted to fuck her then and there, but I couldn't think how to
do it without making a scene, so I reluctantly pulled my fingers
from her steamy crotch. She opened her eyes slowly, and gazed at
me with a hooded intensity that reminded me of Gina.

"God, I want you so bad right now," she said.

"Yeah, me too. Let's get out of here."

She smirked. "But Sean hasn't finished my drink yet."

"Touch?(C)."

I wanted to find the other couple and leave immediately, but I
knew it was impossible. The crowd on the dance floor was even
thicker than before, and I still had to pay the tab, which would
take another fifteen minutes.

"All right," I said at last, "I guess we have to wait till they
come back." Then I grinned wolfishly and pulled her hand back to
my trapped erection. "In the meantime..."

-----

We managed to leave a little after one o'clock, but Sean could
barely walk. I had to help Erin stuff him into the back seat.
Erin herself was pretty drunk, although Leah and I were fairly
sober.

My real problem was that I was horny. My skin tingled with
anticipation, and my hard-on felt ready to explode. I took a
quick look around the parking lot and then unzipped my fly. Cold
washed over my crotch as I pulled my manhood free and let it bob
stiffly in the night air.

Leah stopped buckling her seatbelt when I slid behind the wheel.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her moisten her lips, her eyes
glued to my jutting erection. I calmly fastened my own seatbelt
and then pulled her head into my lap. Erin giggled from the back.

Leah practically inhaled my shaft as I backed out of the parking
space. I had to concentrate on driving for a minute, but I put my
hand on her head as soon as I reached the street leading out of
town.

Erin tried to rouse Sean for some fun of her own, but he was
still out of it, so she sat back with a disgusted huff and pulled
up her dress to take care of herself. Our eyes met in the
rearview mirror and she moistened her lips dramatically. My cock
swelled in Leah's mouth as a jolt of desire swept through me.

Erin closed her eyes and arched her back, her fingers busy
between her legs. I reluctantly forced my attention back to the
road. It wasn't very icy, but I didn't want to end up in a ditch.
Still, Leah made it hard to concentrate, and I couldn't help
glancing at Erin every minute or so.

We made it to the chalet in one piece, but I was ready to
explode. I had just decided to relax my control and come in
Leah's mouth when Sean sat up with a mumbled question. He
realized we weren't moving, which was clearly the signal to
unbuckle his seatbelt, open the door, and tumble to the ground.

"'M okay," he slurred. He tried to stand, but lost his footing
and went down in a giggling heap.

I reluctantly pulled Leah from my dick, and she sat up with a
pout. Her glare said it all, and even Erin seemed annoyed. I felt
sorry for the kid, so I unbuckled my seatbelt, tucked my dick
away, and opened the door.

"Thanks, man," Sean said as I picked him up. He probably weighed
140 pounds, even with the Talking Heads suit, and I easily held
him upright.

He couldn't walk on his own, so I ducked under his arm and
supported him as we made for the chalet. Erin opened the door,
while Leah closed the Jeep and followed. I half dragged, half
carried Sean up two flights of stairs, and unceremoniously dumped
him on his bed. He roused himself enough to thank me--profusely--
and Erin flashed an apologetic smile.

"Have fun, you two," I said, and closed the door behind me.

Leah was waiting in the hall, a cross between horny and huffy. I
almost laughed at her expression, but caught myself just in time.
Instead, I pulled her into my arms and bent to kiss her. Soundly.
She melted against me, frustration forgotten as I lifted her
dress and cupped her ass.

"Now," I said when we broke the kiss, "I think you have some
business to finish."

Her eyes smoldered. "Oh?"

"Uh-huh. But first, we need to get you out of that dress." I
fumbled for the tiny zipper and then pulled it to her waist.

She backed into the bedroom and I followed, grinning as I reached
for the shoulder of her dress. It slid down her arm, exposing her
left breast. Her brown nipple stiffened under my fingers, and a
fresh wave of lust assaulted me.

I tugged the other side of her dress and she shimmied until the
red sequins pooled around her feet. I pulled her close, and her
hands slid into my still-open fly. She extracted my hard-on and
sank to her knees. I closed my eyes and groaned as she licked the
tip and circled it with her taut lips.

I didn't last long, and she gripped my hips as she felt me jerk
with the first spasms of orgasm. My dick pulsed and then spewed a
torrent of semen down her throat. She moaned in surprise at the
force of it, but swallowed greedily, her lips and tongue working
to suck me dry.

My head seemed to float as the last twinges of pleasure faded to
a glow, and I looked down to see Leah smiling up at me, her lips
still wrapped around my shaft. I smiled back, and ran my fingers
through her raven hair.

"Good?" I teased.

She closed her eyes with theatrical ecstasy.

I was still hard, so she nursed my dick, careful to avoid the
sensitive head. I shucked my jacket, and managed to strip down to
my underwear without having to separate her from the object of
her affection. Even then, she only stopped long enough to let me
slide my boxers down.

I watched her for a few minutes, but then remembered something.

"Oh, crap," I muttered.

Leah's eyes opened.

"I forgot to tell my parents we're home."

"So?" she said around a mouthful of penis.

"I need to," I said, and reluctantly pulled her to her feet. I
kissed her, and tasted myself on her lips, salty and metallic.
"I'll be right back."

My parents' door was ajar, the room dark. I knocked softly, but
didn't hear anything. The door swung open when I knocked louder,
but the room was empty. I heard a sound from the other end of the
hall, and turned to look at the Coulters' door. Light streamed
from under it, but I stared blankly for a moment.

My eyes widened in sudden understanding, so I crept closer. I
unconsciously started stroking my semi-hard dick, which stiffened
as I held my breath and listened intently.

Soft squeaks floated through the door, and I imagined Chris
fucking my mom, her full breasts bouncing with each thrust. Then
I pictured Elizabeth on her knees, giving my dad a patented
Coulter blowjob.

I felt a stab of resentment that I couldn't join them, but then I
remembered that I had a perfectly willing, perfectly sexy girl
waiting upstairs. So I let go of my dick, cleared my throat, and
rapped a knuckle on the door. The sounds from inside died
abruptly, and I almost laughed as I imagined everyone lurching to
a stop mid-thrust.

"Yes?" Elizabeth called softly.

"We're home a little early," I said. "Just wanted to let you
know."

My mom answered, her voice tense with control, "Okay, thanks."

I felt a sudden spark of mischief. "The club was packed," I said,
dragging things out, "but we had fun."

"We're glad you're home safe," Mom said. "Sleep tight, honey."

"Thanks," I said blithely, "you too." After a pause: "Um... are we
skiing tomorrow?"

"Goodnight, Paul," my dad said firmly, unamused.

I finally laughed aloud. "Sorry, I couldn't resist. Have fun.
G'night."

I didn't wait for an answer. Instead, I bounded up the stairs two
at a time, my erection bobbing absurdly. Light spilled from the
bedroom at the top of the stairs, but I pulled up short in the
doorway. Then I blinked to make sure I wasn't imagining things.

_Nope,_ I thought sardonically, _they're real._ I started
cataloging body parts: four bare legs, one shapely ass, the edge
of a light-brown hip, the milky curve of a breast, and the dark
nipple of another. I snorted a soft laugh, and the girls rolled
apart.

"Oh, thank God you're here," Erin said, breathless from making
out. "Sean passed out." She read my expression and hastily added,
"Don't worry, he's okay... but I... um..."

My pulse quickened. "What's the matter?"

"I... um... I need something."

"You," Leah added.

My eyes widened in shock and... something else. From the bed, the
girls slowly devoured me with their eyes.

I gazed down, and my dick had the nerve to twitch in
anticipation. I looked back at the girls, and could almost feel
the heat radiating from them.

Something wrenched in my gut. I nearly staggered from the pull of
desire, but held my ground through willpower alone.

I frowned at my dick.

_Why do you do this to me?_

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