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Author: Nick Scipio
Title: Summer Camp - Book 4: Christy
Part: Chapter 13
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, ff, teen, oral, inc
Revision: 1.01
Word Count: 10,985
Web Site: http://www.nickscipio.com/summercamp/book4/
FTP Site: ftp://ftp.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 THIRTEEN

My eyes flicked back to the girls on the bed. Erin's tan nipples
rose and fell with her breathing. Leah's were dark little nubs,
puckered with arousal. The girls' legs entwined sinuously,
alternating caramel and pink. My gaze returned to their faces,
which shone with lust and alcohol. Leah had a good buzz, but Erin
must have been a lot drunker than I'd thought.

Time seemed to slow as my mind went into overdrive. Where would
Erin draw the line? Would she want to have sex with me? What
would I do if she did? Would I say no? Yes? Would she regret it?
Would _I?_

I paused at the thought of how easy it would be to let go of my
inhibitions. I could have sex with both of them, but _should_ I?
The little head voted yes, of course. The big head was still
undecided, which worried me more.

I wanted to laugh at the irony as I relived my mother's dilemma
from years ago: I was horny and willing, tempted by a fantasy
come true.

The girls were oblivious to my struggle, so they stood and moved
toward me. They knelt at my feet without a word, and Leah gently
grasped my erection. She offered it to Erin, who looked up with
wide blue eyes, asking permission.

She'd given me blowjobs before, so we weren't breaking a taboo--
not a _new_ one, at least--but one thing had a way of leading to
another, especially after a night of partying. Still, it had been
a long time since I'd had two girls at once, and I couldn't think
of a reason to tell her no. So I smiled and ran my fingers
through her hair.

She closed her eyes at my touch. Then she grasped my shaft and
swirled her tongue around the crown. I grunted at the warm, wet
pleasure of her mouth. Leah tilted her head and kissed my balls,
adding her own warmth and wetness to the mix.

I managed to lose myself and relax for several minutes, simply
wallowing in the pleasure of two girls giving me head.
Unfortunately, my conscience kicked in when the girls switched
and Leah began sucking. I had to think--_before_ they took things
further.

Did I really want to fuck Erin? The answer scared me, so I asked
the more important question: _should_ I? That, unfortunately, was
more complicated.

Once again, I felt my mother's dilemma as I looked at things from
every angle. Would Erin stop if I asked her to? Would she be
upset? Would I have the strength to ask in the first place? The
answer was easy when I was jerking off to a fantasy, but it
wasn't so simple when the fantasy became real.

The girls switched again, and I almost lost it as Erin swallowed
half my length. Her mouth was warm and soft and tight, and I
wondered what her pussy would feel like. I shook off the thought
with an effort.

I thought of a dozen different scenarios, but kept coming back to
the most likely ones. I could have sex with her and deal with the
consequences (disappointment? remorse? _more_ sex?). Or I could
push her away, which would hurt her feelings and force me to deal
with an entirely different set of consequences. Or I could find
some middle ground and avoid trouble altogether. Unfortunately, I
didn't see how.

The girls began sucking in turns, double-teaming my swollen glans
on each pass, and I fought not to lose my train of thought. I had
to figure out what I wanted before it simply happened. I knew
what I'd do if I had to wing it, but I also knew how I'd feel
afterward.

_If you can't stand the heat,_ I told myself, _get out of the
kitchen._

_But I want to have my cake and eat it too._

I rolled my eyes at the clich?(C)s, but then forced myself to take a
deep breath. The little head made one last appeal, but I
ruthlessly ignored it.

_Get a grip! You're not some kid with no self-control. You're
supposed to be an adult. Now act like one!_

Somewhere in all the arguing with myself, I'd come to a decision.
I didn't know if it was the right one or not, but I'd have to
deal with the consequences either way.

The girls switched again, and I decided that I didn't have to be
a killjoy. After all, our New Year's orgies were a time to bend
the rules. I still had to walk a fine line, but I could have fun
in the meantime.

I gazed down at the girls, who were intent on making me come. I
felt guilty for ignoring them, but they probably hadn't even
noticed. Erin looked up and smiled, her eyes a bit unfocused. I
returned the smile and cupped the back of her head as she inhaled
my shaft.

Leah sensed me looking, so I gave her a smile as well. Her eyes
glittered with excitement, and her hand dropped to her shaved
pussy. She raised a damp finger to her lips and tasted her own
juices. Her eyes never left mine, and she blinked in surprise
when Erin pushed my dick at her.

We shared a grin as she kissed my glans, teasing me. I lifted my
eyebrows, almost daring her to do it again. She did, of course,
so I gripped my shaft and began stroking, careful not to hit Erin
in the face as she nuzzled my balls.

"Where do you want me to come?"

Leah's eyes twinkled. "Where do you think?"

"Are you going to share?"

"Yeah, I guess," she mocked.

Erin surfaced from under my balls and grinned up at me. With her
out of the way, I stroked faster, already tingling with the need
for release.

"Put your faces together," I said.

The girls pressed their cheeks together and watched my dick, eyes
intent.

"Get ready," I grunted.

The first spurt landed on Leah's cheek, so I fixed my aim, and
the next one arced into her open mouth. I let her have another
before I turned to Erin and angled my shaft toward her.

She moaned when the spurt hit her tongue, and then sucked gently
as I continued stroking. Leah closed her mouth with exaggerated
concentration, savoring the flavor of my semen as it trickled
down her throat.

When I finally pulled away, Erin pursed her lips and smiled up at
me. Her blue eyes glowed with more than arousal as she turned to
Leah and kissed her. The darker girl stiffened in surprise at
first, but then moaned urgently.

It took me a moment to realize that Erin was sharing my semen
with Leah. I'd seen Susan do the same thing with my mom, and my
dick swelled with the memory.

When they finally pulled apart, Erin gently wiped Leah's face.
She raised her spermy finger and gazed at the darker girl,
watching as Leah sucked it clean. They kissed again, and caressed
each other as the kiss deepened.

"Oh my God," Leah panted when they separated at last. "That was
so hot."

Erin grinned and slipped her arm around Leah's waist. A look
passed between them and they turned to my dick.

"So," Erin teased, "ready for more?"

I playfully stroked my cock, but it was already growing soft.
"Lemme return the favor first."

Erin scampered to the bed and lay on her back, knees bent in
anticipation.

"Sit on her face," I told Leah, who grinned.

I nudged Erin's legs apart and settled between them. Her pussy
opened before me, pink and shiny, the soft blonde fur already
damp. I spread her gently and licked from bottom to top. Soft
hairs tickled my lips as I circled her clit with my tongue.

She lifted her legs and spread them further, so I rested my palms
on her soft inner thighs. At a movement from above, I glanced up
to see Leah watching. I held her eyes as I sucked Erin's inner
lips and pulled them taut. The soft folds sprang back gently, and
I recaptured them, my eyes still locked with Leah's.

After a moment she closed her eyes and gnawed her lip in
pleasure, her face a mask of concentration. I grinned and focused
on Erin, nudging her clit with my nose as I buried my face in her
pussy.

She tasted different from Leah, but still sweet and tangy, salty
and metallic. I waggled my tongue through her folds, my cheeks
pressed against her as she writhed with pleasure. I didn't want
to make her come yet, so I pulled back and began teasing her with
short licks.

After fifteen minutes of gentle torture, I looked up at Leah.

"Ready for your turn?"

I knelt at the foot of the bed while the girls switched places.
Erin tweaked Leah's nipples as she straddled her face, and I
paused to watch them for a moment. Then I gently spread Leah's
thighs and settled between them to marvel at her shaved pussy.
I'd seen it a lot in the past few days, but I never seemed to
lose my fascination.

After a moment I descended on Leah, my face still wet from Erin.
Leah was already worked up, and I didn't want her to come too
soon, especially before I had a chance to fuck her. So I licked
gently for several minutes, running my tongue in lazy circles
around her clit and back down again. She squirmed for me to lick
harder, but I held her down and simply teased.

My dick had been hard for a while, but it seemed to swell as I
thought about my next move. Things might not go _exactly_ as
planned, but I was pretty sure how Erin would react.

I rose to my knees, my face tight as the girls' mingled juices
dried. Erin's gaze followed my jutting erection as I scooted
closer to Leah and rubbed the tip along her slit. Her dark labia
parted, revealing the pink of her inner lips.

I set the tip at her opening and pushed. She moaned into Erin's
pussy, so I slid deeper and slowly buried myself to the root.
Then I settled her legs around my hips and gripped her waist for
leverage.

After several powerful thrusts, I met Erin's eyes. They shone
with lust and anticipation, but were also a little glassy from
all the alcohol. I smirked and leaned forward to capture one of
her nipples. She gasped and cupped her breast as her nipple
hardened. I circled it with my tongue and then switched to the
other.

Erin's breasts were softer and fuller than Leah's, but still
firm. I nipped and sucked for several minutes, working her to a
fever pitch. When I pulled back to grin at her, she opened her
eyes and struggled to focus.

"Oh, God," she said, her voice husky with desire, "I want you
inside me."

I'd been expecting it, but the words still struck me like a bolt
of lightning. Leah must have heard, because she put her hands on
my hips to stop my thrusting. She struggled to pull back far
enough for my dick to slip free, but then threw her leg over and
rolled off the bed.

Erin quickly took her place. She spread her legs and gave me the
perfect shot of her damp blonde slit. I felt a wave of calm
settle over me, relieved that I'd thought about things _before_
she offered herself. If I hadn't, I probably would have simply
fucked her, to hell with the consequences. Even then, it was a
close thing, and my dick practically quivered with pent-up
desire.

Erin looked up at me as I struggled with one last bout of
conscience. What would it hurt to fuck her? She obviously wanted
me to, and she wasn't my mother. Was I worried about what other
people would think? But who'd know?

_I would,_ I thought reluctantly. I'd know that I'd taken
advantage of her when she was drunk. Worse, I'd always wonder if
she'd have done the same thing sober.

_Who cares?_ the little head protested. _You know she wants you,
drunk or not._ The treacherous thing seemed to tug me toward
Erin, but I held my ground with a surge of defiance.

_Yeah? Well, too bad. _I'm_ in charge here._

"Whatever you want," Erin panted, "you're in charge."

I looked at her in surprise. I'd spoken aloud?

"Just put it in."

I wanted to have sex with her, and I knew it. I'd been in the
same position with my mother, and I vividly remembered how _that_
had turned out. I wasn't ashamed, but I wanted to spare Erin the
same confusion and frustration.

I looked at Leah, and her face fell when she saw the look in my
eye.

I told myself I was making the right choice, the _mature_ choice,
and began rubbing my shaft along Erin's pussy. The head of my
cock was red and shiny with pre-come, and it somehow managed to
seem resentful.

I suppressed a humorless chuckle, although Leah must have caught
my expression. She looked a question at me, but I shook it off
with a shrug. I couldn't imagine how I'd explain the conversation
with my dick. Besides, I gave it too much credit in the first
place. _I_ was in control, and I couldn't blame anyone but myself
if I screwed up.

_Or in,_ I thought wryly, and barely avoided just that.

Leah figured out what I was doing, so she distracted Erin by
playing with her nipples. I silently thanked her and gripped the
base of my dick.

Erin's pussy was as slippery as ever, and I didn't want to enter
her by accident. So I began teasing her, running my glans through
her channel. I pressed hard under her clit and then circled it
with each stroke.

She bucked her hips, but I pulled my dick away just in time,
which made her whimper in frustration.

"Oh, God, just put it in."

I fought the urge to do it. Leah sensed my hesitation, so she
slid her hand down Erin's taut belly. Her fingers found the top
of Erin's slit and began moving in small circles. While she
teased Erin's clit from above, I nudged it from below and began
stroking myself.

Erin had figured out that I wasn't going to fuck her, so she
began writhing her hips, trying to impale herself. I easily
avoided her opening, but at the same time, I felt my willpower
crumbling.

"Just put the tip in," she pleaded. "Just for a minute.
_Please_."

I desperately wanted to, but...

Leah looked at me and seemed to ask, _"What would it hurt?"_

I didn't know myself, but it was a line I couldn't cross halfway.
I'd either fuck her, or I wouldn't. I teetered on the brink, but
then gritted my teeth and steeled my resolve. Erin was close to
orgasm--her face and chest were flushed, and she ground her hips
with renewed urgency--and I felt my own release building.

"Oh God," she begged, squirming, "do it now. _Please._ Put it
in."

Leah raised an eyebrow, but I shook my head. She gave me an
"okay, but you're an idiot" look, and started moving her fingers
again, teasing Erin's clit.

I couldn't hold back any longer, so I told Leah to move her hand.
Then I set the tip of my cock against Erin's clit and began
stroking. The contact drove her wild, and the pressure in my
balls built until I grunted from the force of release.

Erin gasped when the jet of semen struck her clit. I felt the hot
liquid splash over my hand, but I kept pumping. I could feel the
next spurt shooting up my shaft, but I still jerked at the
sensation as it spewed over Erin's pussy. The next two spurts
sent droplets flying and covered us both.

When my orgasm finally subsided, I sank back on my haunches and
opened my eyes. Pearly drops of semen dotted Erin's stomach and
pubic hair, but I didn't get to admire them for long. Leah began
licking her way down, her fingers already probing for Erin's
sperm-covered clit.

I stood clumsily, my legs tingling with the renewed blood flow.
Leah quickly climbed between Erin's legs and started licking in
earnest. I watched as Erin tensed with ecstasy at the approaching
orgasm.

Leah slid two fingers into Erin's drenched pussy. Erin convulsed
and tried to curl into a ball, her face and chest red from the
effort. Leah licked until Erin finally had to push her away. Erin
fell back and lay still, her chest heaving.

We all sat there panting for a few minutes, until Erin took a
deep breath and opened her eyes.

I gazed back at her, and something passed between us.

"I...," she began, but then fell silent.

"Yeah, I know."

"But I wanted you to."

"Maybe when you're not so drunk."

She closed her eyes and nodded without arguing.

Leah looked at me and seemed to say, _"You're still an idiot."_

_She's my sister,_ I said with a look.

_Whatever,_ Leah shrugged.

I sank to the floor and crossed my legs Indian-style. Leah
crawled up the bed and settled behind Erin. She propped her head
on her hand and gazed at me, still bemused. I simply shrugged.
What _else_ could I do?

Erin had dozed off, so Leah and I had a silent conversation. Her
face was more expressive than Gina's, and I marveled at the
difference. I knew exactly what she was thinking, but only
because she wanted me to.

I couldn't imitate her, so I teased her instead. I waggled my
eyebrows as I pumped my fist, jerk-off style. She licked her
lips, so I feigned rapture and flicked my tongue between two
fingers, as if licking a pussy. She shook with silent laughter,
more at my expression than my imaginary-pussy-licking talents.

When Erin stirred sleepily, I carried her to her own bed and
pulled up the blankets. Sean was sleeping heavily, his breathing
slow and regular. I made sure Erin was settled and then kissed
her forehead like Mom used to do.

Back in the other bedroom, Leah looked at me from under dark
lashes. She lay with her head still propped on her hand. She had
the covers pulled to her waist, leaving her breasts bare. Her
dark nipples were half the size as usual, drawn tight with
arousal.

I climbed into bed and mirrored her pose. I started to speak, but
paused for a moment, struck by how beautiful she was, even after
a night of partying. Her dark eyes laughed, and my own quirked
into a question.

"What were you _thinking?_" she said at last.

"When?"

"With Erin. Why didn't you have sex with her? She wanted you to."

"Yeah."

"So why didn't you?"

"She's my sister."

Leah actually shook her head and laughed. "So? If you were _my_
brother, I'd screw you silly."

"What if I didn't want to?"

"Then I'd convince you," she said. "But don't tell me you didn't
want to."

"Of _course_ I did."

"Then why didn't you?"

"Because she's my sister," I repeated.

Leah rolled her eyes. "Duh! I had sex with _my_ sister all the
time."

"But it's different with a brother."

"I don't see how."

"That's 'cause you don't have one."

"I wish I did," she said seriously. "You'd have to lock your door
at night if you were my brother." She grinned.

I sensed a way out of the circular argument, so I arched an
eyebrow. "Oh?"

"Mmm hmm," she breathed, and reached for my limp manhood. "I'd
suck you day and night, and ride you till I was too sore to
walk." Grinning, she added, "I might even let you do that finger-
licking thing!"

I chuckled. "But what about school?"

"Who needs school?" She shrugged. "I don't want to be a doctor
anyway."

"Okay, then what about your parents?"

"What about them?" She gave me a deadpan look. "I think they know
we're having intercourse."

I laughed. "'Intercourse'?"

"Yeah, you know... sex. Everybody does it. Only, some people talk
too much when they should be doing it."

"Talk too much, huh?" I rolled upright.

She grinned and slid under me, her dark eyes sparkling with
mirth.

I set my erection at her opening and probed gently. She arched
her back, her hands resting lightly on my forearms. With her dark
hair fanned out on the pillow and her eyes closed in
anticipation, she looked more beautiful than ever.

After several heartbeats, I angled my hips and eased into her. I
pulled back and repeated the motion, teasing her with slowly
deepening thrusts.

When I finally hit bottom, I lowered myself to my elbows and
kissed her. She responded, and we began moving together, our
bodies in constant contact. We made love slowly, lost in a hazy
world of sensation. She came first, but then I thrust deep and
groaned as I emptied my balls into her.

We held each other until our breathing slowed, and then I rolled
over and pulled her with me. She rested her head on my chest, one
leg thrown over mine. I stroked her back, which was damp with
sweat.

She shivered and pulled the sheet over us, so I reached for the
bedside light and turned it off. When she yawned and rubbed my
chest, I could feel her sinking into a deep sleep. I closed my
eyes and felt my own breathing slow.

Some part of me regretted not having sex with Erin, but most of
me was happy. I couldn't explain it, even to myself, but I felt
as though I'd passed a test. Leah probably still thought I was an
idiot, but I knew better.

-----

We slept late, and the sun was fully up by the time I opened my
eyes and groped for my watch. Leah stirred against me and
mumbled, "Wha' time izzit?"

"After ten," I said when my eyes finally focused.

We dozed for a while, comfortable under the pile of blankets. I
didn't remember pulling them over us, but one of us must have.
After a while, Leah rolled toward me and gave my chest an
experimental kiss. Then she reached for my dick and gently
fondled me.

I scooted away from the wall and rolled to my back. Then I guided
her head toward my growing erection. She slid under the covers
and cupped my balls as she began sucking. I shoved the blankets
aside to give her some air, and then relaxed as she fellated me.

I came quickly, but Leah didn't seem to mind. She kept sucking
long after, and emerged from under the blankets with a satisfied
smile.

"You know what I want to do today?" she said as she snuggled
beside me.

"What?"

"Stay in bed."

I felt a touch of regret that I wouldn't get to spend my last day
on the slopes, but I wasn't about to complain. "Sounds good to
me."

Her stomach growled, and she laughed in embarrassment. "I guess
we'd better get something to eat first."

I nodded.

"Wait," she said suddenly. "Let's have breakfast in bed. I'll
even make it. You want toast or cereal?"

I laughed. "Gee, you really know how to tempt a man."

She rolled her eyes, but waited expectantly.

"Cereal," I said.

"Lucky Charms or Froot Loops?"

"Um... do we have anything healthy left?"

"Mom has some Special K, but..." She grimaced.

"I'd better have the Special K," I said with a chuckle.

Leah bounded out of the room, lithe, nude, and beautifully
disheveled. She returned a few minutes later and handed me a
bowl. Then she sat on the bed and unselfconsciously crossed her
legs.

She raised her bowl and scooped a heaping spoonful of Lucky
Charms. "They're magically delicious," she said, and crammed the
spoon into her mouth.

Her eyes gleamed with a grin as she tried to chew the huge
mouthful, but a trickle of milk leaked from the corner of her
lips. She caught it with the heel of her palm and tried not to
laugh.

"Sexy," I teased, and took a more manageable bite.

When she finally managed to chew and swallow, she sucked the milk
from her palm and grinned, unrepentant.

We ate in silence, and Leah drained her milk with a theatrical
slurp.

"Oh," I said, "even sexier."

"Don't you like it when I slurp?"

"Not milk." I took our empty bowls and set them on the bedside
table. When I looked back at Leah, she was frowning in thought,
and I tried to hide my sudden nervousness. "What?"

"I just thought of something."

"Okay...," I said slowly.

"I'm happy," she said, as if she'd just realized it. "I mean,
_really_ happy."

"Um... good?"

"No, seriously," she said. "I'm happy, and I think I just figured
out why. Remember when you asked what's the difference between me
and Gina and Kara?"

I nodded.

"I just figured it out: you."

"Me?"

"Well, not _you_ you, but you, a guy." She grew animated as she
explained. "Kara always had some guy she was going with. She
wasn't super popular--she was kind of a nerd, actually--but she
always had a boyfriend." She laughed at a memory. "I guess it was
'cause she put out. She wasn't a slut, but... you know what I
mean." Her cheeks turned rosy. "You know what we like."

"Yeah," I deadpanned, "I think I figured it out."

"Anyway," Leah continued, "Gina didn't really have a steady
boyfriend until you, but _God_." She shook her head in disbelief.
"I thought my parents were horny, but you and Gina...? Wow."

I laughed, a little embarrassed and wistful, but then composed
myself. "Okay, but... what's this have to do with you?"

"Well, that's just it," Leah said. "I didn't think anything, but
I guess it does." She met my gaze. "Look, don't take this the
wrong way, but I still don't think you're boyfriend material--not
for me at least--but I've been really happy the past few days.
You know?"

"Yeah, I had fun too." I felt a bit wounded, but relieved at the
same time.

"So I was thinking about it," she continued. "I mean, it's nice
that we're friends again, but it's more than that. And that's
what got me thinking about Gina and Kara. They never really
fought with Mom. Okay, they _did_, but not like I do.

"I thought it was 'cause they did everything Mom wanted, but I
guess it wasn't." She considered for a moment. "I started
thinking about what _else_ was different between me and them, and
that's when I realized what it was."

"Me?" I said. "A guy, I mean?"

"Yeah," she said. "Don't you get it?"

"So it's about sex?"

"Exactly!"

"But I thought you and Erin fooled around?"

"We do," she said dismissively, "but it's not the same."

"What's different about it? I mean, an orgasm's an orgasm,
right?"

She gave me a level look. "Would you rather jerk off or get a
blowjob?"

"Okay, I see your point. But I thought you liked girls more than
guys."

She shrugged. "I used to, but... I guess I changed. I mean, it
wasn't overnight or anything, but... guys just seem cooler now."

I nodded.

"I still like women, obviously," she added, "but mostly I think
about guys and blowjobs and getting screwed real hard."

My dick stiffened at the thought, but she barely noticed.

"And no matter how many times I get off, it's not the same when
it's just my fingers, or my vibrator, or even Erin. It's like I
have this itch that I can't scratch. And something else I
noticed...," she said, "I get cranky when I don't get off.

"My mom's the same way," she continued. "If she doesn't get her
daily fix, she can be a real... um... _witch_." She gave me a
significant look, and I nodded at the word she hadn't used. "At
least I know where I get it," she said, and shrugged. "So I guess
that's the difference between me and Gina and Kara. I don't have
a regular source of... um... protein."

I laughed. "So that's it, huh?"

"I can't explain it any other way. I mean, these past few days,
it doesn't seem like such a big deal that Mom wants me to be a
doctor. Yeah," she said matter-of-factly, "I need to tell her I
don't, but that shouldn't be too hard." She shrugged. "It didn't
even seem like a drag when she wanted to know where we were
going, what time we'd be home, et cetera."

I wanted to say something about the magical effects of semen--
particularly _my_ semen, especially since I had a hard-on--but I
managed to contain myself. "So what're you gonna do when you get
home?"

"Can I take you with me? Smuggle you in my suitcase? Keep you
stashed in the guest house?"

I laughed at her enthusiasm. "Um... probably not. I think your mom
would notice. Not to mention that I need to get back to UT." I
made a dismissive gesture. "A little matter of a bachelor's
degree. It's nothing, really, but... you know."

She rolled her eyes, but then grinned ruefully.

"So why don't you find a guy at school?" I suggested.

"Duh," she said. "Do you _remember_ the guys at Riverwood?"

I thought back to high school and remembered my friends. They
seemed cool enough to _me_, but I wasn't a girl, much less a girl
like Leah. "They can't _all_ be bad."

"No, I guess they're not," she admitted, "but the good guys are
all taken."

"What're your standards?"

"They're not that high!" she protested.

"Gee, thanks," I said, only half teasing.

"Oh! Sorry."

I smiled and let her off the hook. "I know what you meant," I
said, but then returned to the original question. "Seriously,
though. What kind of guy are you looking for?"

She stopped and gave it some thought. "Someone smart... funny...
cute... cool. Interested in politics... TV... music." She thought for a
moment and then went on, "Tall... well-built, but not all muscles...
a cute smile... nice teeth--no braces, _ugh_." Another pause. "Dark
hair... kinda wavy... not too hairy otherwise... knows how to treat a
lady... can talk about his feelings..."

She threatened to wax poetic, so I interrupted, "Likes long walks
in the moonlight, holding hands on the beach, and kittens?"

She rolled her eyes.

"Oh," I added, "and it wouldn't hurt if he's hung like a horse,
with balls to match, right?"

"_No_," she blurted, but then pretended to look thoughtful.
"Although..."

It was my turn to roll my eyes, and we both laughed.

"So basically," I said at last, more joking than serious, "you
want a guy like me."

"Only taller. And maybe..."--she spread her hands and gestured at
my muscles--"not so... _big_." She smiled, mocking and saccharine.
"Oh, and someone who isn't in love with my sister."

"Oh, no fair!" I grinned.

"All I really want is a guy I can trust," she said with a  shrug.
"Well, hung like a horse would be nice," she added facetiously,
but then turned serious with a sigh. "You and Gina don't know how
lucky you were."

"How so?"

"She never had to worry about her reputation. I mean, you pretty
much did everything, but no one thought she was a slut."

I nodded in understanding. Some guys couldn't keep their mouths
shut if they were lucky enough to get past first base with a
girl. Worse, rumors spread quickly in high school, and usually
got blown out of proportion. So a girl could get a reputation as
a slut whether she deserved it or not. And even if she _didn't_
fool around, guys would call her a tease, a prude, or worse. It
was a classic Catch-22.

"It's not fair," she said, a little bitterly.

"Yeah, I know," I said, and we fell silent.

"I guess I'd be happy to find a guy who's sorta cute, mildly
nerdy, and hung like a pony," she said at last, "but who won't
shoot his mouth off."

"Ponies are still well-hung," I pointed out.

"You're one to talk, Ponyboy."

I laughed, and a sudden memory made me change the subject. "Is
Mrs. Schroeppel still making you read that?"

"Yeah... _The Outsiders_, _A Separate Peace_, _Go Ask Alice_, all
of 'em."

I shook my head and thought about how easy life had been when I
only had to worry about book reports and wrestling practice. Leah
fell silent as well, thinking her own thoughts. The mood turned
unexpectedly heavy, so I stroked my dick back to life.

"If you ever need an emergency dose of protein," I said, "you're
welcome to come to Knoxville."

She arched an eyebrow. "Oh, really? You'd do that for me? How
generous!"

"Sure," I said. "You can smuggle yourself in your suitcase and
I'll stash you in my closet."

"Oh, how luxurious," she said in a droll imitation of her
mother's accent. "Would I also receive these protein shots in the
closet?"

"No, in the mouth," I said dryly, and hid a grin. "Or the pussy."

"Not the butt?"

My eyebrows flew up. "I didn't think..."

"I've never tried it," she said, "though Gina says it's fun. She
says you're kinda big for back there, but real gentle."

I had sudden visions of Leah on her hands and knees, her slim ass
spread for my pleasure. My dick sprang to life, very hard and
_very_ ready. Much to my chagrin, Leah actually laughed.

"I'm sorry," she said, her eyes crinkling with mirth. "I
shouldn't laugh, but..." She glanced at my dick. "He sure is eager,
isn't he?"

"Yeah," I said flatly. "He gets in trouble that way."

"Poor thing," she said to it. "Do you get in trouble?"

"All right, if you're going to talk to it, the least you can do
is kiss it too."

"Aw," Leah cooed to my straining penis, "does 'e want a wittle
kiss?"

I scooted toward the head of the bed as she neatly settled
between my legs. Then I leaned back and watched as she began
kissing my shaft.

Not surprisingly, we spent the next hour screwing each other
silly. We didn't have anal sex--she was still a little nervous
about it--but we did everything else. Afterward, we did something
almost as good: we curled up together and took a nap.

-----

We didn't spend the whole day in bed, but we did our best. We had
sex a couple of times, but it was slow and deliberate--more
enjoyment and less rush. Mom checked to make sure we were okay
(from her tone, I gathered that Erin was pretty hung over), but
we told her we just wanted some time alone. I think she
understood.

When Leah and I weren't dozing or fooling around, we talked about
everything and nothing. Until then, I hadn't realized how much I
missed just being friends with her. She was like Gina in many
ways, but completely different in others. To my surprise, I liked
the differences more than the similarities.

For her part, I think Leah enjoyed talking to someone like an
adult. Erin and her friends weren't childish, but they weren't
college students, which made me realize how much I'd grown up
since high school. I still had a long way to go, but at least I
was making _some_ progress.

When we finally emerged from the bedroom, we shamelessly
monopolized the hot water. Then we took our time getting ready,
laughing and flirting and just goofing around. By the time we
made it downstairs, dinner was on the table. Mom and Elizabeth
teased us, but it was good-natured and friendly.

Afterward, Sean wanted to go to the club again. Erin didn't seem
too enthusiastic, but she agreed anyway. Leah and I took one look
at each other and shook our heads. Dad tried to talk me into
going, but I stood my ground, so he made Sean promise not to
drink.

"No problem, Mr. H.," Sean said, and I almost believed him.

Dad looked at me. "Are you sure you don't want to go?"

"Positive, Dad," I said. "Sorry." I felt a little guilty, but
Erin was responsible enough, even if Sean wasn't.

Mom thought so too, because she gave Dad a subtle nod. With a
twitch of surprise, I realized that I wouldn't have noticed the
exchange when I was younger. Erin certainly didn't, because her
eyes widened when Dad relented and handed over the car keys.

She recovered quickly. "We promise: no drinking."

After they left, Mom leaned close. "Had enough?" she said
quietly.

"Partying?" I said. "Or Sean?"

"Either."

"Both. Besides," I added, "I think Leah wants to spend some time
with the grown-ups."

"And you're not a grown-up?"

I shrugged. "I dunno. I'm somewhere in the middle, I guess."

"Oh?"

"I'm not a kid, but I'm not a grown-up, either." I paused and
thought about it. "Well, _technically_ I am, but you know what I
mean."

She nodded. "Maturity doesn't happen overnight." Suddenly she
grinned, wry and girlish. "Just ask your father."

He looked up from across the room. "What about me?"

"Nothing, dear," she lied smoothly, and then swore me to silence
with a wink.

We went out to the hot tub a little later. Leah and I were half-
hoping our parents had more than soaking in mind, especially
since Sean wasn't around to put a damper on things, but they
seemed content to relax and drink and talk.

Leah sat on my lap and rested her head on my shoulder. I played
with her nipples every once in a while, just to keep her in the
mood, but nothing too serious. When she had to go to the
bathroom, I refilled our wine and sat on the edge to cool off.

Once Leah was out of earshot, Elizabeth quietly thanked me.

I felt a surge of embarrassment and decided to play dumb. "What
for?"

"For spending time with her."

I shrugged.

"We appreciate it," she insisted. "_I_ appreciate it."

"You're welcome, I guess. But I'm not really doing it 'cause you
want me to."

"I know," Elizabeth said, and nodded toward the chalet. "And so
does Leah." She paused to consider her words. "She needs a mature
influence right now."

"She needs a boyfriend," I said frankly.

Elizabeth arched an elegant eyebrow, but I shook my head.

"We're not right for each other."

"And what does she think?"

"She's the one who told _me_. But she's right." I shrugged. "We
talked about it, and we're okay with it."

Part of me wanted to say more, but I didn't want to sound like I
was telling Elizabeth how to raise her daughter. More
importantly, I didn't want to betray Leah's trust, so I kept my
mouth shut and left it at that.

Leah picked that moment to return, and I was glad I hadn't said
anything. She kissed my cheek and sank into the frothy water with
a soft groan. I slid in beside her and pulled her onto my lap.

The conversation picked up as Chris and Dad started talking
politics. I didn't know very much about the Soviet Union, so I
decided to just listen. Much to my surprise, Leah wasn't shy
about voicing her opinions, and even held her own.

Chris argued with a sparkle in his eyes, and I realized he was
playing devil's advocate. He kept his cool as he bantered with
her, but she grew more heated with every exchange. She wasn't
rude, but a couple of times she darted a nervous glance at her
mother.

Elizabeth simply watched, tolerant and amused by their intensity.
But after fifteen minutes of back and forth, she decided that
enough was enough. "All right," she said, "I believe that's quite
enough about the Communists. It's time for bed."

"But I'm not tired," Chris said.

She arched an eyebrow. "Who said anything about _sleep?_"

Dad laughed. "She's got you there." He climbed out of the tub.
"Besides, she's right. We have a big day tomorrow." He extended a
hand to Mom.

"Don't stay up too late," she said to us as she wrapped a towel
around herself.

We promised not to, and bid them goodnight.

"I can't _believe_ he thinks Yuri Andropov will be better than
Brezhnev," Leah said, still heated. "The man ran the KGB for
_fifteen years_. He was the Soviet Ambassador to Hungary."

"Um... so?"

"_Hungary_, Paul... in 1956!"

I had a vague memory from history class, but didn't know enough
to argue the point. So I changed the subject. "He was baiting
you... playing devil's advocate."

She glared, dark eyes burning. "What do you mean?"

"Think about it."

She concentrated and mentally replayed the argument. "Ugh! I
_hate_ it when he does that."

"But it made you support your arguments."

She glared again, but I didn't back down.

"I think he was also having fun."

"You're supposed to be on my side," she grumped.

"I _am_. That's why I'm explaining."

"But it's not _fair_."

I grinned. "Life isn't fair sometimes. For instance, I'm horny
right now."

Her eyes widened in disbelief, but then she felt the proof
against her thigh.

"Yeah," I said. "You're sexy as hell when you get fired up. But
since you _are_ fired up, you probably aren't in the mood to fool
around. So, what if I said it's not fair?"

She bit back a sharp reply. Then she actually considered it, and
some of the fight drained out of her. "I guess it would seem...
kinda selfish."

I nodded. "And maybe a little childish."

"But what if I _am_ horny?"

"You weren't a minute ago."

She didn't want to agree, but she didn't argue either.

"Like I said, life isn't fair sometimes. Complaining about it
won't do any good, so why do it? Besides, your dad was having
fun."

"But I'm not a child."

"You're _his_ child," I said evenly, "but he wasn't treating you
like one. He's proud of you."

Her brows flew up.

"He never argued politics with Gina," I said, "and I bet he
didn't with Kara either."

Leah shook her head in agreement.

"So why argue with you?" I asked, but it was rhetorical. "Maybe
'cause he knows you'll put up a good fight?"

"You really think so?"

"Uh-huh. _I_ wouldn't argue with him. He's a _TV news producer_,
for cryin' out loud. You think I'm gonna argue politics with a
man whose job it is? That'd be like him arguing buildings with
Joska." I shook my head to emphasize my point. "No, he argues
with you because he's proud of you."

She didn't want to admit that I was right, but she relived the
argument again, and a slow smile crinkled her eyes.

"See?" I said. "Trust me." Then I leaned close. "I'm also right
about you being sexy when you talk politics."

She rolled her eyes, but looked secretly pleased. "You really
think so?"

"Sit on the Rod of Truth if you don't believe me."

She tried not to react, but then burst into giggles. "The Rod of
Truth?"

"Sure," I said, and turned her to face me. "I'll show you..."

-----

I probably shouldn't have been surprised when Erin shook me awake
at zero dark thirty. Sean had passed out in the Jeep, and she
couldn't move him. Leah mumbled something uncharitable and _very_
unladylike, but I told her to stay in bed as I climbed out. I
hopped into my pants and donned a sweater on the way downstairs.
At the foyer I stepped into my boots and tied them quickly.

Outside, Sean slumped in the Jeep's passenger seat. He had passed
out with his face flattened against the window, complete with a
circle of condensation from his breath. Erin herself was pretty
buzzed, and I shot her a reproachful look. She knew I wouldn't
tell Mom and Dad, but she still withered under my disapproval.

I threw Sean over my shoulder in a fireman's carry and silently
lugged his dead weight up two flights of stairs. I dumped him
onto the bed, where he flopped limply and began to snore. Erin
tried to explain, but I gave her a flat stare.

"Yeah, I know," she admitted at last. "Pretty dumb."

"_Really_ dumb," I said, but without much heat. She looked like
she wanted to cry, so I relented and pulled her into my arms. I
played big brother for another minute or two, but then felt her
mood change. She took a deep breath and held it for a moment, as
if gathering her thoughts.

"Last night...," she said hesitantly, "how come you didn't... you
know?"

"I wanted to, but..." I threw a glance at Sean and then ushered
Erin toward the bathroom. I silently closed the door behind us
and flicked on the lights.

Erin winced, and I realized that she wasn't as drunk as I'd
thought.

"I wanted to," I said, again, "but"--I had to choose my words
carefully--"it just didn't seem right."

"But I wanted you to."

"You were pretty drunk."

"So?"

"I didn't want to take advantage of you."

Her eyes widened in disbelief. "I _begged_ you to."

"I didn't think you wanted to," I said, as reasonably as I could.
"Not for real. We talked about it, remember?"

"When?"

"After that party at the Coulters'. The one where we did the
blindfold blowjob thing. You said it was fun fooling around, but
you didn't want to do more."

She huffed in exasperation. "So? I can change my mind, can't I?"

"Yeah, but why all of a sudden?"

"It's not all of a sudden," she shot back. "I've been thinking
about it since--" She looked guilty. "Since my birthday."

_Since you and Sean started having sex, you mean._ I arched an
eyebrow.

"Sean's a nice guy," she explained, "and the sex is fun, but his
dick's kinda..." She gave me a significant look, but I didn't take
the bait, _especially_ about a guy I didn't like very much at the
moment. "He's not small, but..." She winced. "I want someone
bigger," she said at last, and then crossed her arms defiantly.

To her surprise, I laughed. "Erin, there are lots of guys with
big dicks." _Well, maybe not _lots_..._

"But I want _you_."

"I'm your brother!"

"So?"

"Whoa, Erin, slow down. Think about this. 'Innocent
experimentation' is one thing, but going all the way is another.
Yeah, it's okay to have fantasies, but some things need to _stay_
fantasies."

"Oh, great! Now you sound just like Mom."

"Maybe that's 'cause she's _right_."

She completely missed the barb. "But... don't you want to?" she
half-pleaded. "Just to see what it's like?"

"Of _course_ I do," I said, which surprised her, "but that
doesn't mean I'm gonna." I paused to let my words sink in. "It's
called self-control, Erin." I started to add that I wasn't a
seventeen-year-old (like Sean), but decided to keep that to
myself.

"What about me?" she said. "Don't I get a vote?"

"Sure. You get one and I get one, but it's gotta be unanimous." I
thought about Regan and the night at the Hilton. "Trust me, I've
tried it the other way, and it's not a good feeling."

"But..."

"I'm sorry, Erin," I said gently, "this is one line we can't
cross."

She sniffled and then laughed, teary-eyed. "That's exactly what
Dad said."

For a moment I thought I'd misunderstood her, but then my eyes
flew wide.

"You even _sound_ like him," she added.

My mind raced, but then I remembered something Mom had said about
Erin and "inappropriate behavior" with Dad. I still didn't know
_what_ it was, although I could make a fairly shrewd guess. But
then Erin shrugged, and I gave her my full attention.

"Yeah, you're probably right," she said glumly. "I guess I got
carried away."

I smiled to lighten the mood. "Believe me, I understand. It's an
incredibly hot fantasy." I had one where we lived on a tropical
island like the one from "The Blue Lagoon," but I digress.

"Thanks for not being a jerk about it," Erin added. She tossed
her chin toward the bedroom. "Thanks for helping with Sean, too."

"Don't mention it. Just make sure he pretends he isn't hung over
tomorrow."

"He doesn't really get hung over."

"Maybe that's the problem." I let the silence stretch out.
"Anyway, get some sleep. Tomorrow's gonna be a long day. Drink
some water, too, or you'll be hurtin' by the time we hit 30,000
feet."

She nodded silently.

"Oh, and don't forget Mom and Dad."

We left the bathroom and Erin went downstairs to let Mom know she
was home.

Leah stirred when I climbed over her and slid under the covers.
Fortunately, she'd been dozing, so she didn't know how long I'd
been gone.

"See why I don' like him?" she mumbled.

So much had happened that it took me a moment to realize she was
talking about Sean.

"He's just young," I said, and silently thanked my parents. And
Susan. And Professor Joska. And a dozen other people who'd helped
me grow up a little sooner than I might have.

_Professor Joska?_ I shook my head at the irony. _Yeah, you too,_
I thought. "Hungarian tyrant." I snorted softly, and felt
something perilously close to affection.

"Wha'?" Leah said.

"Nothing. Just talking to myself." I gently rubbed her back and
felt her breathing slow. She snuggled closer when I kissed the
top of her head, but she didn't wake, and I settled against her
as I closed my own eyes.

-----

In the morning Erin and Sean acted like they weren't hung over.
She did more pretending than he did, and I actually felt sorry
for her, especially when she turned pasty and began sweating as
our flight hit turbulence on the climb out of Salt Lake City.

As soon as the captain turned off the seat belt sign, I leaned
close to Leah. "See if Erin wants to go the bathroom."

"What? Why?"

"Just do it. Please."

Leah acted nonchalant as she asked Erin, and the two girls headed
toward the lavatories at the rear of the first class cabin. Mom
caught my eye when I turned to watch them go. She raised an
eyebrow. _"Don't ask,"_ I said with a headshake, and she nodded.

She probably knew what was going on--she always seemed to know
more than she let on--but she appeared to respect our effort to
cover it up.

The girls returned about ten minutes later. Erin didn't look
_much_ better, but at least she didn't look like death warmed
over. Leah sank into the seat next to me and re-buckled her
seatbelt.

"Did she throw up?" I asked quietly.

"Totally," she said as she pulled a magazine from the seat back
pocket. "I held her hair and cleaned her up," she added matter-
of-factly. "She's done the same for me."

"Thanks."

She shrugged, and we fell into a companionable silence. While she
thumbed through her magazine, I finished reading Leon Battista
Alberti's _On the Art of Building_. Where Vitruvius simply
described how buildings were built, Alberti told how they
_should_ be built. The book was so interesting that I kept
getting sidetracked by design ideas.

When I turned the last page, I felt an overwhelming urge to draw.
So I dug into my backpack and pulled out my sketchbook. I worked
for twenty minutes before I realized that Leah had closed her
magazine and was looking over my shoulder.

"Is that Italy?"

"Where?"

"That building," she said with a nod. "Is it in Italy?"

I looked at my drawing. "This?" I said, a bit confused. "No."

"Oh. Then where'd you see it?"

"Um... nowhere," I said, still nonplussed. "It's in my head."

"Is it a project or something?"

"I just made it up."

Her eyes widened. "_Wow_. Can I see?"

I handed her the sketchbook and she studied it. "How did you _do_
this?" she said at last.

"I just see it," I said, with a shrug. "That's pretty much it."

"Wow. That's so cool."

"Um... thanks." I couldn't decide if I should be embarrassed or
proud. "It's just what I do."

"I wish _I_ could do something like that."

I knew a plea for attention when I heard it (I'd dated Gina for
years, and Leah wasn't _that_ different), so I closed the book.
"You have other talents."

"Yeah, right."

"Seriously," I said. "You're really smart. And pretty, too."

"Pretty isn't a talent. Besides, it's not like I can get a job
because of it."

"Well, you know about current events and stuff."

"Great," she scoffed. "Another useful skill."

"I dunno, maybe somebody'll hire you to be smart and pretty and
talk about current events."

"Yeah, right."

"Hey, you never know."

-----

At the Atlanta airport we bid farewell to Sean, who had a
connecting flight to Charlotte. Erin walked him to the gate,
while the rest of us headed to baggage claim. She joined us
twenty minutes later, her mood subdued. Sean was a nice enough
guy, but I didn't know what she saw in him. Leah agreed with me,
but put an arm around Erin anyway.

Out in the parking lot, Leah and I quietly loaded our things into
separate cars. She didn't cry, but I could tell that she didn't
want to say goodbye. I felt the same, although it was different
from saying goodbye to a girlfriend. We were _friends_, I
reminded myself. Friends with benefits, but nothing more. Right?

Our families gave us a moment alone.

"When do you have to go back to Knoxville?"

I shrugged. "I was gonna drive up tonight, but I'm kinda tired,
so..."

She nodded.

"Maybe we can hang out tomorrow." Monday was the official New
Year's holiday, so nothing was open. The apartments and dorms at
UT were, but registration didn't begin until Tuesday.

"Yeah, I guess," Leah said. She was trying to hide her own
uncertainty, and she wasn't doing any better at it.

"I'll call you?"

"Sure."

We spent an awkward moment trying to decide on a handshake, a
hug, or a kiss. Then we both laughed. I pulled her into my arms
and lifted her into the air. She kissed me soundly and then
pressed her forehead against mine.

"I'm gonna miss you," I said softly.

"Do you want to come over?"

"Tonight?"

She pulled back and nodded.

"Are you sure?"

She grinned. "I need to stock up on happy juice."

"Ha! Are you sure your folks won't mind?"

"Not if I ask nicely."

Chris and Elizabeth didn't mind. Neither did my parents, although
Erin looked a little jealous. So I drove over to the Coulters'
after dinner. Leah heard me pull up, and was waiting at the front
door.

"Howdy, stranger," I said with a grin.

We hung out with her parents for a while, watching TV on the
monstrosity. Leah and Chris were catching up on the news, so
Elizabeth caught my eye and nodded toward the kitchen.

"Thank you again for spending time with her," she said as we
fixed bowls of ice cream.

"It's not like I'm making a big sacrifice. I mean, she's fun,
she's funny, she's smart, and she's sexy. What more could I ask
for?"

"I just worry about her sometimes," Elizabeth said, and then
turned thoughtful. "Her sisters were so... _easy_." She laughed.
"My mother says Leah is like _I_ was at her age."

"Oh?"

"Willful. Headstrong. Stubborn."

I almost spoiled it by laughing when Elizabeth gnawed her lip in
concentration.

"I just want her to be happy."

"She is," I said. "But... um... maybe you should talk more."

Elizabeth wasn't an idiot, and she read the intent behind my
cautious words. "Anything in particular?"

"She'll tell you."

"Won't you give me a hint?"

I shook my head. "Not my place." I nodded toward the TV room at
the other end of the house. "But it has to do with Chris."

Elizabeth's eyes flew wide, and I had to stifle a laugh.

"No, not _that_," I said, reading her perfectly. "It's about her
future. But I've already said too much. Besides, the ice cream is
melting."

She shot me a peevish grimace. "When did you become so bloody
cocksure? Not to mention smug."

I cracked a grin.

"Oh, please. Don't try your boyish charm on me. It doesn't work."

"Oh? It doesn't?"

"Not in the least," she lied.

"Huh. Too bad."

"You're a scoundrel," she said as we walked down the hall. "You
know that, don't you?"

"Incorrigible, too."

"You can say _that_ again."

-----

Leah and I enjoyed a queen-size bed for a change. And since I was
the first guy to spend the night in her room, we had to christen
the place. She was more assertive than usual, and we seemed to be
playing out fantasies: on the dressing table, bent over the desk,
and on the beanbag chair (which wasn't as easy as it sounds).

I was more than happy to oblige, and we finally collapsed in the
aforementioned bed around two in the morning. We weren't really
tired, since our bodies were still on Park City time, so we
talked--about guys at Riverwood, my dating prospects at UT, the
Broadcast Club, flying, and more. We finally went to sleep around
four o'clock.

We slept late the next morning, and then lounged in bed until
lunchtime. I didn't want to go back to my uncertain sex life at
school, and Leah was trying to avoid the same thing. We laughed
about it and made jokes, but the jokes held an edge of truth.

My original plan had been to pack my things and drive to
Knoxville after lunch, but when Leah offered a farewell blowjob,
one thing led to another and we ended up back in bed. I knew we
were just stalling, but I couldn't stop myself. By the time I
looked at the clock again, it was after five.

"I need to go," I said. "I still need to pack the rest of my
things."

Leah wrinkled her nose theatrically. "You need to shower, too."

"It's _your_ fault, Miss Sixty-Nine One More Time."

We laughed, and she threw a pillow at me.

"Seriously, though," I said. "I really need to go."

"Can I come with you?"

"To school?"

"No, silly, to your house. To help you pack."

"Sure. I guess. Mom'll probably have dinner ready."

"No sense leaving on an empty stomach," she said.

"Exactly. So let's have our last supper."

"Who gets the thirty pieces of silver?"

I laughed. "Erin."

Leah shook her head as she rolled out of bed. "She's too nice to
be Judas."

"Who then?"

"Let's send 'em to Sean." She crossed the room. "C'mon," she
said. "I thought you wanted to shower."

"With you?"

She rolled her eyes.

"Isn't that a bit... dangerous?"

"If you play your cards right."

-----

After dinner Leah helped me pack my things--Mom had done all my
laundry, and I thanked her profusely--and then we loaded the
Cruiser. I said goodbye to my family and then drove Leah back to
her house. It was already after seven o'clock, and I didn't want
go inside and delay things even more. I'd already said goodbye to
her parents, so we sat in the driveway.

"I guess this is it," she said at last.

I nodded.

"Wow," she said softly. "It's been... amazing."

We shared a grin.

"My pubes are gonna itch when they grow back."

"Keep shaving," I suggested, but she shook her head.

"Too much trouble, especially if no one'll see."

"What about that Brian guy?" She'd mentioned him the night
before.

She shrugged. "I dunno. He's cool and all, but he's kinda shy."

I nodded silently.

"What about you?" she said. "You gonna jump Wren's bones?"

"I'd _like_ to," I said, "but I dunno."

The conversation trailed off.

"Will you call me?" she said at last.

"Sure! You can call me too."

She smiled, but then we fell silent again. Awkwardly.

"If I don't say goodbye now," she said, "I never will." She
leaned close and we kissed on the cheek. "I love you," she
whispered. A blast of cold air hit me as she practically leapt
out of the car. She closed the door before I could even register
her words, much less reply. She darted around the back of the
Cruiser and ran down the walk.

I rolled my window down and leaned out. "I love you too!"

-----

I spent most of the drive to Knoxville lost in thought. I
replayed conversations with Leah, or snippets from our parents. I
thought about Gina too, albeit with a certain amount of
resignation.

I didn't know if I really wanted to get back together with her,
or if I just wanted things the way they used to be. In either
case, Gina was with another guy, and she wasn't the type to dump
someone for anything short of monumental stupidity. I knew _that_
only too well.

Part of me hoped that Brock would dump _her_, but I chided myself
for the thought. It was petty and mean-spirited, and I was better
than that. Besides, I still loved her, and I didn't want to see
her hurt, no matter how good it might be for _me_. So I resigned
myself to a long wait if I really wanted her back.

Part of me did, and part of me didn't. The time with Leah had
reminded me of things I missed about Gina, although sex had
little to do with it. Some of my fondest memories were of Gina
and me relaxing together in the bath in Europe, just talking. Or
of studying together and making eye contact with a tired smile.

Much to my surprise, the little head was the part that didn't
want her back. I didn't enjoy being celibate, and I knew I'd come
to resent Gina if we had to endure a long-distance relationship.
I didn't like admitting that, but I was too honest to lie to
myself.

_I want it all,_ I thought,_ and I want it now._ I laughed, but
it was dark and humorless.

Unfortunately, rekindling our relationship would involve some
major changes. And since neither of us seemed inclined to move
across the country, I didn't see it happening any time soon,
Brock or no Brock.

As I drove through Chattanooga, my thoughts turned to Kendall.
Would I ever get back together with her? I snorted. _Not likely._

In the first place, she was still upset, and she was the kind of
person who carried a grudge. In the second, our differences went
beyond career and interests. Way beyond. I hoped we might be
friends again, but I didn't see it happening any time soon.
Besides, she'd graduate in May and move away to medical school.
So I didn't see a happy ending to our little romance novel. At
least, not without a hefty dose of _deus ex machina_.

My thoughts eventually turned to Wren, and I smiled. I enjoyed
her sense of adventure, and how she wasn't shy about what she
wanted. But a part of me was sure that her brashness was an act,
designed to scare away anyone who might hurt her. Why else had
she gone so long without a boyfriend after her last relationship
ended badly?

I saw the vulnerable girl behind the fa?�ade, though. She knew
that I knew, and she trusted me for some reason. I wanted to
protect that girl. I also wanted to make her happy, to show her
that all guys weren't jerks like her last boyfriend.

And I was totally hot for her, of course. I was already looking
forward to modeling with her, and the inevitable teasing and
flirting. Since I didn't have a steady girlfriend, Wren was in
for a surprise the first time she tried to test my self-
restraint.

I chuckled at the thought, and even indulged in a few fantasies.
I was still thinking about her when I finally pulled into the
parking lot at Andy Holt.

I couldn't wait to get upstairs and see her, no matter how late
it was. I didn't expect us to fall into bed immediately, but I
wanted to let her know I was interested.

For real this time.

-----

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