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Author: Nick Scipio
Title: Summer Camp Book 2: Gina
Part: Chapter 31
Universe: Summer Camp
Summary: Comingofage story about a teenager whose family spends
their summer vacations at a nudist camp.
Keywords: mf, mff, mF, mFf, MF, MF, teen, oral, anal
Revision: 1.04
Web Site: ~scipio/
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STANDARD DISCLAIMER

This piece of fiction is intended as ADULT entertainment. It
contains material of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. If you
are offended by sexually explicit content or language, please DO
NOT read any further.

All characters in this story are fictitious; any similarity to
any persons, places, individuals or situations is purely
coincidental. The author does not necessarily condone or endorse
any of the activities described in this story.

This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without
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2003 Nick Scipio. All rights reserved.



Summer Camp Book 2: Gina
by Nick Scipio

CHAPTER THIRTYONE

The next day, I woke up and simply stared at the ceiling. Kendall
was gone. Gina was gone. And while I definitely looked forward to
spending some time with Susan, I was a little depressed. I
thought saying goodbye to Kendall would've been easier than it
was with Gina, but I was wrong. Way wrong. In the week we'd spent
together, Kendall and I had grown unbelievably close. With her
gone, it was like a piece of me was missing.

In a way, I dreaded going home. I'd have to face Amy and tell her
that we couldn't be together. I'd miss Susan as well. But I was
also looking forward to going home. I'd get to see Gina, and
she'd hopefully get to spend some time with me at our house. But
in addition, I was looking forward to the routine of school and
home life. I know it sounds strange, but I think I might've had
enough fun for one summer.

I think I could have lay there and ruminated all day, but a noise
from below disturbed my thoughts. Mom and Dad were getting up.
One of them went to the bathroom and I heard the other moving
quietly about the cabin. I wondered what they were doing up so
early, but then I remembered that Dad had to leave for a series
of trips.

I decided to roll out of my bunk and do my workout anyway, in
spite of my semisomber mood. When I climbed down the ladder, Mom
smiled at me. Once Dad finished in the bathroom, I used it myself
and then grabbed my workout shorts. As I walked outside, my
parents both headed back into the bathroom to shower together.



Later that day, Susan, Erin, and I ate lunch together. Mom
wouldn't be back from Columbia until midafternoon, so she'd
asked Susan to make sure Erin and I had lunch. She knew we could
take care of ourselves, but I think it made her feel better to
know Susan was watching out for us.

Later that afternoon, Susan came down to the lake and lay out
with us for a while. When she got up to head back to her house,
she gestured for me to join her. Once at her house, she handed me
an overstuffed manila envelope.

"Stacy wanted to keep them," she said, "but..."

I opened the envelope and extracted a stack of Polaroids. They
were the ones Stacy and I had taken, the year before.

"She didn't think she should have them around," Susan continued.
"Especially now that Jason... well... you know."

I nodded and then looked through some of the pictures.

"And she wanted to give them to you herself, but... well... I guess
things were a little hectic toward the end of the move."

"Yeah."

In the pictures, Stacy was thinner, almost waiflike. And her
pubic hair had been shaved at the time. Where she was almost
painfully skinny, I was pudgy and soft. For a moment, I wondered
what she'd ever seen in me. Then I looked at a picture she'd
taken of me and I think I figured it out. I was leaning against
the doorframe, smiling warmly, and even I felt like I'd like to
know the guy in the picture.

"You've changed a lot since then," Susan said quietly.

"No kidding."

"And not just on the outside, either."

"Thanks."

"Do you know what you want to do with them?"

"Not really," I said absently.

We talked about it for a few minutes and ultimately decided that
I probably shouldn't keep them. When I asked if I should just
throw them away, she suggested I burn them instead. Before we put
them to the match, however, we did use them for a bit of
inspiration.

Susan wasn't as limber as Stacy, but her enthusiasm more than
made up for the difference.



I'd been trying to think of a good going away present for Susan,
and when I came up with one, I asked for Mom's help. The next
time she went to town for groceries, I rode with her. I wanted to
get Susan something living, something that would last, and Mom
made a few suggestions.

Once we got to the hardware store, Mike McMasters showed us to
the garden section and helped us make a selection. He was
actually quite knowledgeable about flowers and plants in general,
and he suggested bougainvillea, mandevilla, or jasmine. Mom
quietly told me that Susan liked the scent of jasmine, so I
bought two of the flowering plants and some decorative outdoor
pots.

Susan's eyes grew misty when I invited her outside to show her
the jasmine. I couldn't really gift wrap them, so I had simply
affixed red bows to each of the pots. She hugged me and then
looked at Mom.

"It was all his idea," Mom said, pointing at me. "I just drove."

Then Susan gave me a big thankyou kiss and looped her arm
through mine. With that, Mom headed back to our car, to drive it
back up to our cabin. Wearing a look I easily recognized, Susan
practically dragged me inside to thank me again. And again. And
again.



During the week Dad was gone, Mom and Susan spent a lot of time
with the Raefords, getting to know them. I spent some time
hanging out with them, but not as much as I had when Kendall was
still in camp.

Mostly, I hung out with Erin. I could tell that she missed Drew
as much as I missed Kendall. I also tried to get a feel for how
far Erin and Drew had gone. I guess it was half protectiveness
and half curiosity. I think she expected me to grill her about
him, and when I didn't, she relaxed quite a bit and opened up.
She wasn't exactly talkative about what they did together (mostly
heavy petting), but she wasn't secretive either. Basically, I
respected her privacy and she respected mine.

Dad returned the next Saturday. Mom got all dressed up to meet
him at the airport in Columbia, and they spent the afternoon in
the city. The following day, the Raefords and a number of other
families left. The next Monday, things began to settle into a
normal latesummer routine.

Susan and I spent time together, but we weren't overt about it.
My whole family knew, of course, but we still tried to be
discreet. She and I basically enjoyed ourselves together,
talking, lying by the lake, having sex, making love, or just
plain fucking. She was a combination of Gina and Kendall, with a
lot more maturity and helpful insight. She certainly enjoyed sex
as much as Gina, but I could talk to her like I did with Kendall.

My family spent our last week at camp just relaxing. With so many
other families leaving, the camp soon seemed like a ghost town,
with a few permanent residents, the occasional weekend visitors
from the surrounding towns, and retired couples.

Finally, we had to start getting ready to go home ourselves.
Susan was sad to see us leave, but she and my parents planned for
her to visit us over the course of the year. When I asked her
what she was going to do the rest of the time, she smiled
mischievously.

"I've got a few friends who come for offseason visits," she
said.

"Other swinging couples?" I asked.

"One or two."

"Oh. Cool."

"Besides," she said with a sly grin, "this is the electronic age.
I've got a few toys. But they're not like you. You're... a lot more
energetic."

I blushed suitably.

Teasing me, she offered to show me how some of them worked.

"That's okay," I said. "I don't mind the idea, but I guess I
prefer the old fashioned way."

"Oh, I do too," she said. "But toys are a fun addition." Then she
sighed with mocking wistfulness. "When my smart, funny, sexy
lover is away, the toys'll have to do."

As she intended, my blush only deepened.

"So, what are you gonna do the rest of the time?" I asked, trying
to change the subject.

"I've got the boys coming home soon," she replied, "so I've got
to get the house ready. And I'm going to visit Stacy."

"Oh. Yeah."

"And I suspect I'll do some traveling this fall and winter. I
want to go to Houston to see Doug at school, and then I want to
go to California to see some friends from the Navy. I'm planning
to visit Atlanta, of course, and I'm going to go see Kirk
graduate. While I'm in Annapolis, I want to go to Arlington."

"Oh? What's in Arlington?"

"Not what, who," she said patiently.

"Okay. So who d'you know in Arlington?"

"Jack."

"Jack? Who's he?" And then I Got It. "Oh... Oh! Sorry."

"That's okay," she said, caressing my face gently. "I want to
visit his grave. It's... it's been a while since I've been there.
And... and I want to talk to him... to tell him about you and Stacy."

After that, I put my arm around her and she simply held me tight.
She didn't cry, but her mind was clearly somewhere else,
somewhen else.

My last evening with Susan was actually pretty quiet. Mom, Dad,
and Susan had talked about it, and they agreed that I could spend
the night at Susan's house. Instead of wild, passionate sex, we
made love slowly, tenderly. Afterward, I held her and she did
cry. When her tears dried, she clung to me in silence. Then,
softly, she cleared her throat.

"When Jack went on cruise... the last time," she said, her voice
slowly gaining strength. "We spent our last night at a friend's
house on the Pacific. We could hear the surf all night, and it
was peaceful. The next morning, we got up early and walked along
the beach." She paused to wipe her cheeks. "That's one of my
favorite memories of him," she said quietly. Then she sat up and
propped herself on one elbow.

"You remind me of him," she said. "A lot. But you're also very
different. He had more drive and ambition than you do right now."
She placated me with a gesture. "I see it in you, but it's not
ready to come out yet. You haven't figured out what you want to
do with your life, and right now, that's okay."

I nodded.

"But you've got a... a complexity Jack never had. He wasn't simple,
quite the contrary, but we lived in a black and white time. His
choices were all fairly straightforward. Duty. Honor. Loyalty.
Family. When Jack made a decision, it was based on 'the right
thing to do.' You've got the same sense of what's right, but your
choices aren't as clear as his were. You have to think about
what's right and then decide to do it. So while you're very
much like Jackand it's eerie how similar you are sometimes
you're very different."

Then she looked at me seriously for a long time, neither of us
speaking. At last, she laid her head on my chest and rubbed my
stomach. Eventually, her hand drifted lower. When she traced her
finger over my penis, I rolled her to her back and then straddled
her hips.

"And sometimes," she said, reaching for my manhood once again,
"you're just like he was."

The next morning, our last, we got up early. She had placed the
jasmine plants next to the courtyard entrance, since she planned
to train them up the walls. In the early morning light, we sat
together in silence, enjoying the heady fragrance of pine forest
and the sweet, soft scent of the jasmine.



The trip home to Atlanta was as boring as ever. We arrived, tired
and cramped, at a house that had been dormant for almost three
months. The air inside was stale and stuffy. I called Amy the day
after we got home, but I put off meeting with her, explaining
that I had a ton of work to do around the house. It was a thin
excuse, and I don't think she really accepted it, but she didn't
press the issue.

As we worked around the house, I discovered I had a problem; none
of my clothes fit me anymore. All of my shirts were either too
tight or simply too small altogether. Even my shorts and jeans
seemed tight. I was positive that Mom had secretly washed my
entire wardrobe in hot water. When she discovered me in my room,
standing in a pair of briefs that were too smalland way too
revealingshe couldn't suppress her laughter.

"You've grown," she said simply, still chuckling.

"How?" I moaned. "I've been eating right. I've been working out.
How could I have gotten bigger?"

"Honey," Mom said reassuringly, "you're still growing. And you've
gained muscle. Your chest is bigger. Your shoulders are bigger. I
think your stomach's the only thing that's actually smaller."

Before I could open my mouth, I had a frightening thought. Almost
in a panic, I ran into the bathroom and pulled out the scale.
When I stepped onto it, my jaw dropped.

I weighed 179 pounds!

When I eventually calmed down, I turned gloomy. Instead of
letting me obsess over it, however, Mom stood me in front of the
bathroom mirror (still in my very, very tight underwear) and
stood next to my shoulder.

"Paul, your weight's not important," she said earnestly. "How you
look and feel are the only things that matter."

"But, Mom," I moaned. "What about all my clothes?"

"We can buy new clothes, honey."

"What about wrestling? How am I gonna lose twelve pounds?"

"There are other weight classes," she said reasonably.

"Yeah, 185 and Heavyweight!"

"So? You can wrestle at 185."

"No, I can't," I explained as patiently as I could. "Bruce
Bollinger is our 185pounder, and he's a lot better than me.
Besides..."

"Besides?" she prompted.

"Besides...," I continued, then faltered again. "Oh, yeah. He
graduated last year."

"Then I'm sure Coach Simmons is looking for a new 185pounder,"
she said, as if that ended the discussion.

After that, we spent an agonizing three days replacing my
wardrobe. It's not that I didn't like to shop, but three days
with Mom and Erin, shopping for clothes, was almost more than I
could handle. With their help, though, I got a lot of cool new
shirts and pants for school. Because Mom was buying so much for
me, Erin got quite a bit of new clothing as well. Dad groaned
when he learned how much we'd spent, then promptly said he was
going to look in the newspaper for a second job. He was teasing,
of course, but it still made me realize how much our parents
spent on Erin and me.



The time between returning from camp and the beginning of school
was hectic. In addition to everything else we had going on, Mom
and Dad insisted that Chris move into our guest bedroom. He'd
already been working in Atlanta for a few days and was living in
a hotel. He liked his new job, especially the challenge of
building a team and developing shows.

And after we finished shopping for clothes, I knew I couldn't put
off meeting with Amy any longer. I wanted to keep avoiding it,
but when I dodged a second phone call, Mom gave me a disapproving
look.

So I called Amy back and asked her if we could meet. She seemed
oblivious to any problems, and was eager to see me. I borrowed
Mom's car and drove over to Amy's house. It felt like I was
driving to my own funeral. When I rang the doorbell, she opened
the door and practically leapt into my arms, showering me with
kisses. Then I drove us to the Baskin Robbins near her house.

The conversation did not go well. Over ice cream, I tried to
explain my thoughts, but I sounded like an idiot, even to myself.
I told her I cared for her, very much, but I didn't think we
could be a couple anymore. I had already decided not to mention
Gina, since I didn't want to use her as an excuse. If I did, I
knew Amy would think I might get back together with her if I
broke up with Gina. And whether I was with Gina or not was beside
the point.

Once again, Amy tearfully apologized for our last fight. She
promised to do anything I wanted. She promised to change anything
about herself that I didn't like. I told her there was nothing
wrong with her, we just couldn't be together. She didn't
understand. At first, she seemed lost. But as she slowly realized
I wouldn't be tempted, begged, wheedled, convinced, or cajoled
into a relationship with her, she turned nasty. Since we were in
a public place, I thought she wouldn't make a scene.

I was wrong.

The firm, round core of her ice cream bounced off my chest, but
the rest splattered across my shirt, covering me in sticky,
melting ice cream. Then, at the top of her lungs, she screamed at
me that I was a worthless asshole and she never wanted to see me
again.

Needless to say, the other patrons of the ice cream shop were
completely nonplussed, simply staring at her in shock as she
stormed out the door. As I hastily followed her, I tried to clean
myself up. But I was more worried about her than anything else.
When I got outside, she was already stalking toward the payphone
at the gas station next door.

I offered to take her home. She told me to leave her alone. I
pleaded with her to let me take her home. She told me to drop
dead. I tried reasoning with her. She told me to fuck off. I may
be slow on the uptake, but I know when I'm not wanted.

While she made her call, I walked back to the station wagon. No
matter how angry she was, I wasn't going to abandon her. While
Amy glowered at me, I waited until a car pulled up, fifteen
minutes later. I recognized Tony Malone and Becky Leonardi. Amy
got in, slammed the door, and they took off in a screech of
tires. Becky flipped me the bird as they did. With a sigh, I
started Mom's car and drove home.



Later that night, I called Scott Anderson.

"So, man," he said, "good to hear from you. You survived your
summer?"

"Yeah. My Aunt's place is nice."

"That's cool," he said. I could almost hear the anticipation in
his voice. "So," he asked, "you broke up with Amy?"

"You heard?"

"Yeah. Shannon called a while ago. Becky called her."

"Super," I said in resignation.

"Yeah. Becky's already stirring up trouble," he said.

"And the hits just keep on comin'."

"Becky's a bitch," he said flatly. "She's got Tony so whipped, he
doesn't know which way is up."

"You wanna hear my side of it?"

"Don't need to."

"Huh?" I asked, confused.

"You didn't hit her?"

"No."

"She's not pregnant?" he asked.

"God, no."

I could almost hear him shrug over the phone. "Then I don't need
to hear what happened."

"Oh."

"I know you. I know you wouldn't screw her over just for fun. If
she's not the girl for you, then she's not the girl for you. If
she can't handle it, that's her problem."

"Thanks, Scott," I said gratefully.

"No problem, man. Shannon said Amy was a little psycho anyway. I
mean, after that... um... you know... problem last year."

"Don't remind me," I said sullenly.

"Yeah, sorry. But Shannon said Amy was gonna be trouble back
then."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"'Cause you two seemed happy. I thought Shannon was nuts, but she
was right."

"Yeah."

"Shan hasn't said 'I told you so,' but she knows I'm gonna pay
attention next time she tells me something like that."

"Well," I said grumpily, "next time, tell me too."

"'S cool, man. So, do we need to find you another girl? What
about Eileen Cooper. She's got a hot bod. Nice tits too. I think
Shannon was in her English cla"

"No way, man," I said a little too quickly. Then I explained
about Gina and her family moving to Atlanta.

"You mean Gina's for real?" he asked, somewhat astounded.

"What? You think I made her up?"

To my surprise, he chuckled. "Shan called that one too."

"Huh?"

"I thought you were making up the whole 'beautiful girlfriend in
another state,' but Shannon said you weren't."

"You really should listen to Shannon more," I said, trying not to
sound too caustic.

"You got that right, buddy," he replied with feeling. "Anyway,
when's she get here? Gina, I mean."

"I have no clue. Things are kinda crazy around here. And they're
probably even worse with her family. You know, since they're
packing and moving from Charleston."

"No kidding."

"So I don't know. Before school, though."

"Cool," he said. "'Cause there's this party s'posed to be the
Friday before school starts. At Don Meeker's grandparents' barn.
You up for it?"

"Yeah."

"Cool." Then he paused for a few moments. "So, what've you been
up to?"

I told him a little about my summer, but not much. Just the
mundane stuff. I also told him about buying new clothes, and
probably having to move up a weight class.

"Hey," he said, "that's actually good news."

"Huh?"

Then he told me about talking to Coach Simmons over the summer.
Evidently, some new guy and his family had moved down from Ohio.
The new guy was a 167pound wrestler.

"Do you know anything about him?" I asked.

"Coach said he was fifth in the state when he was a sophomore.
That was last year. Coach was also telling me about wrestling in
Ohio. Man, those people are some serious wrestling nuts. This guy
started when he was six."

"No shit?"

"No shit, man. He's been wrestling for ten years. So that's why I
was talking to Coach. He wanted to know if I knew how to get in
touch with you. I think he was gonna try and get you to bulk up
and take over Bruce's weight class."

"Well," I said almost sourly, "he doesn't have to worry. I weigh
179."

"179?! Man, you must be a tub," he said, the grin evident in his
voice. "What'd you do all summer at your Aunt's, eat bonbons?"

"No, man," I said defensively. "I was working out."

"Sure you were. Now you're gonna tell me you look like that
German guy. What's his name? Schwarzenegger! Yeah, Arnold
Schwarzenegger."

"Seriously. I was working out."

"Right. Whatever. You were what, 155 when you started wrestling
last year?"

"Yeah," I said.

"And now you're 179? You're a tub, man. I had to eat night and
day to stay above 140, and you come back from vacation all
heavyweight on me."

He continued to tease me for a while, and I was defensive at
first. Then I realized he was just trying to get a rise out of
me, so I stopped worrying about it. He'd see the truth for
himself soon enough. I invited him over to hang out, and he
accepted. When he arrived, his eyes about bugged out.

"Shit, man," he said. "You are Schwarzenegger! Coach is gonna
have kittens when he sees you."

"Well," I said with a grin, "I'm not Shannon, so... I told you
so."

After that, Mom fixed us Cokes and we hung out in the living
room. He told me all about the goings on of the summer. Our
friend Kelly Duchesne now had a serious girlfriend, Livy Phelps.
I knew of her, but I hadn't ever talked to her. She was a cute
blonde who was a year younger than us. Scott and Shannon had been
out with them a couple of times, and Livy seemed like a nice
girl.

"So, I know about Tony," I said, mentally writing him off, "but
what about Scotty?"

"Oh, man, you haven't heard? Oh yeah, that's right, you've been
gone since right after school got out."

"What happened?"

"His family moved to Phoenix, Arizona, man. Two months ago, I
think. His dad's company transferred him."

We reminisced about Scotty for a while, but then Scott had to go.
He had to stop by Shannon's house on the way home. He wanted to
tell her about Gina, and about how much I had changed.

"Shannon's gonna freak when she sees you," he said at the door.
Then he held out his hand. "Hey, man, it's good to have you
home."

"Thanks," I replied, gripping his hand. "It's good to be home."

"With Tony and Becky being so stuck up, Shan and I have been
kinda avoiding them. Kelly and Livy are fun, but Livy's mom won't
let 'em go out more than once a week. So I'm glad you're back.
And now we can finally meet the makebelieve girl, Gina."

"Something like that," I said with a grin.

"Cool. Well, I'll call you tomorrow."

"'K. I'll talk to you then."

"Damn," he said, shaking his head as he walked to his old Buick.
"179!"



Elizabeth came to visit a few days later. She and Chris spent the
entire weekend with a realtor, looking at houses. They didn't
find a single one that fit all their criteria: four to five
bedrooms, three or more full bathrooms, a pool or hot tub
(preferably both), located in our school district, which cost
less than a small fortune. We lived in a pretty nice
neighborhood, so a lot of nearby houses fit most of those
criteria, but some of them were really expensive.

They did find one house, but it was only for rent. They talked it
over Sunday night and decided to rent the house for one year,
then continue their new home search at a more leisurely pace. The
rental house had four bedrooms, three baths, and a hot tub (but
no pool). When they told us where it was, I realized it was in
Scott Anderson's subdivision.

Then Chris and Elizabeth called home to tell the girls about it.
Afterward, they let me talk to Gina. She sounded tired, but was
happy to talk to me. She said they'd been packing almost day and
night. The third time she yawned, I told her I loved her and said
goodnight.

Before Elizabeth went back to Charleston, she, Chris, and my
parents sat down and planned their schedules. Dad had a set of
scattered trips to fly, so he'd be in and out of town on an
irregular basis. Chris, of course, was working hard at his new
job with the news station. That left Mom and Elizabeth to do most
of the actual coordinating.

The Coulters already had a buyer for their house, so they needed
to be out of it by the end of August. Unfortunately, their new
rental house wouldn't be available until the day after Labor Day.
They planned to spend a few days living in a hotel, thinking that
all four of them would be an imposition on my family. Mom and Dad
didn't even argue about it, they simply insisted that the Coulter
family stay with us. With that, the discussion was effectively
closed, but I could tell that Chris and Elizabeth were relieved.

After that, Elizabeth flew back to Charleston. Because Chris was
living with us, we got regular updates on the Coulters' progress
with the move and sale of their house. I talked to Gina almost
nightly. We could only talk for five or ten minutes, but we made
the most of the time we had.

Gina's and my parents had talked it over and decided that since
the Coulters were only staying with us for four days, it would be
all right for Gina to spend the night with me. Chris and
Elizabeth would stay in the guest bedroom, of course, and Leah
would sleep in Erin's room. So Gina and I had even more reason to
be eager for her to arrive.



The Coulters closed on the sale of their house the final week of
August. Chris flew to Charleston for the day, signed the papers,
and then returned to Atlanta. They also bought a used Chevy Monte
Carlo for Kara and moved her into an apartment near campus.

Finally, the professional movers arrived and packed all the
family's belongings in the large moving truck. It was due to
arrive at their new house the day after Labor Day, September 4.

Elizabeth, Gina, and Leah drove in from Charleston on August 30.
They arrived late that evening. The trip to Atlanta had been long
and exhausting. Gina hugged me tiredly and then practically
stumbled into the house. Dad was gone on a trip, so Chris and I
unloaded the heavily laden station wagon.

When we had everything inside, we all sat around and talked for a
while instead of going to bed. But after about fifteen minutes,
Erin and Leah retired for the night. One minute, they didn't seem
tired, and the next, they were both yawning and telling us
goodnight. Gina and I lasted a little longer, but not much. She
hugged her dad and then her mom. I kissed Mom's cheek and then
took Gina's hand.

Before I led her toward my room, Mom and Elizabeth made sure we
understood that these were special circumstances, and we normally
wouldn't be allowed to spend the night together. When we nodded
our understanding, they told us goodnight.

I had cleared out my top dresser drawer and a section of my
closet for Gina, but she didn't bother with unpacking. Instead,
her eyes came alight as soon as my bedroom door was shut. Then
she flowed into my arms. I wrapped my arms around her as she
hugged me tight, her head on my chest.

Then we undressed and climbed into bed. It felt a little weird,
but it also felt grownup, like we were a married couple or
something. Both of us slept in the nude, so we simply crawled
under the sheets. She lay with her head on my chest and idly ran
her fingers over my stomach. Then she reached down and fondled me
until I was erect.

For a while, she stroked my hardon, but she kept nodding off.
Finally, she fell asleep for good, so I gently rolled her to her
side. Then I snuggled behind her and closed my eyes, nestling my
dwindling erection against her ass.

As I'd already discovered, whenever I slept with a girl, it took
some getting used to. I woke up a couple of times during the
night with my arm asleep or in a bind with the sheets. Each time,
I either moved or untangled myself and then went back to sleep.
So in the morning, after I'd finally gotten a few hours of
uninterrupted sleep, I was a little annoyed at being awakened.

My irritation quickly faded, however, when I figured out that
Gina was playing with my morning hardon. When she realized I was
awake, she flashed me a brilliant smile and then disappeared
under the sheet to begin sucking me. As she licked around the
head of my cock, I threw the covers back.

I came fairly quickly, but Gina didn't immediately swallow.
Instead, she glanced at me, smiled tightly, then opened her mouth
to show me the small white lake of semen. With another tight
grin, she stroked my erection a couple of times and then dribbled
the come onto my shaft. Then she cleaned my stillhard dick,
licking her spermcovered fingers as well. Finally, she began
sucking me again, taking her time and enjoying herself. It took
me a while to come the second time, but she didn't seem to mind.

As a rule, we usually weren't nude around the house, since there
was a danger (albeit slight) of visitors who didn't understand
about our lifestyle. In addition, Mom didn't want to have towels
covering all her furniture, so we usually wore casual clothes
most of the time. But there wasn't any real taboo against walking
around nude. I guess it was the difference between living in the
textile world and living at a nudist camp. So I wasn't surprised
when Gina asked me if she needed to put on a shirt before going
to the bathroom.

"Since it's just us here," I said, "you're probably okay without
it."

"That's what I figured, but I thought I'd ask."

I nodded.

"At home, back in Charleston, I mean, we usually put on
something, but not always."

"Same here," I added.

Then she chuckled and told me about the timewhen she was
thirteen and Kara was sixteenthat they had walked in from the
pool and surprised their mom as she was signing for a delivery.
Needless to say, the deliveryman had been very startled to see
the two nude teenage girls. Their mom had simply finished signing
for the package and then politely shut the front door.

Still chuckling, Gina got up, kissed my forehead, then headed to
the bathroom. Later that morning, Mom drove Elizabeth and Gina to
my high school to register Gina for classes. I decided to tag
along. During the short drive, we talked about the school itself
and various teachers.

When Gina heard what classes I was taking, she talked me into
changing some of them to match a few of hers. Mom thought it was
a great idea, since it would challenge me. I didn't think I
needed any challenging, but then I remembered Susan's remark
about finding my drive and ambition. Without an argument, I
agreed.

It was kind of weird walking into the school without any students
there. The faculty and staff had been there for a week, getting
ready for school, but the buildings still seemed empty. I took
the lead and we soon reached the guidance counselors' offices.

While Elizabeth filled out the enrollment paperwork and provided
copies of Gina's permanent record, Gina and I looked over the
class schedule. Mom had once again talked me into taking Honors
English, so Gina simply signed up for my class. Then she
convinced me to take the more difficult Honors American History
class with her. That meant I had to move my Algebra II class, but
she needed to take the same class, so we signed up together.

The rest of our classes were separate. She signed up for Latin
III, while I moved my Spanish I class, which had been displaced
by Algebra. I had to get my creative arts requirement out of the
way, so I'd be in Art class while she was in the required one
semester Civics class (or the required Health class, the
following semester). And finally, she signed up for Chemistry,
which I had taken the previous year. While she was studying
hydrocarbons, exothermic reactions, and other fun stuff, I'd be
across the hall in Physics class.

My friends and I always carefully engineered things so we'd have
the same lunch. For the upcoming year, we'd settled on the third
of four lunches, C lunch. Gina and I were in different classes
for fourth period (Chemistry and Physics), but since we were in
the same building, we'd have the same lunch.

When we finished picking outand in my case, rearrangingour
classes, the guidance counselor filled out the forms. Then she
filed Gina's records, updated mine, and made sure everything was
in order. Gina and I would obviously have different homerooms
since they were assigned alphabeticallybut we did manage to get
as many classes together as possible.

On the way home, I asked Mom and Elizabeth if Gina and I could go
to the party at Don Meeker's. Mom grilled me about who was
driving (Scott), where was the party (Don's grandparents' barn),
what time we'd be home (midnight), if there was going to be beer
(probably, I answered honestly, but we'd be careful), and if
there'd be drugs (probably, I answered honestly again, but we
didn't mess with them at all). I knew she trusted me, but she
always asked, so her questions didn't ruffle me. After a quick
conversation with Elizabeth, they agreed to let us go.

That afternoon, while our moms and sisters were at Erin's school,
signing Leah up for eighth grade, Gina and I had the house to
ourselves. To my surprise, we actually talked. Oh, we had sex (on
the couch, in my room, and in the shower), but we spent most of
our time talking about school, friends, wrestling, afterschool
hangouts, and a myriad of other things. I also called Scott to
let him know that we were going to the party. He said he'd pick
us up around seven.

When our moms and sisters got home, Gina and I were sitting in
the kitchen, simply relaxing and drinking Cokes. Leah's
registration had actually been easy. Since she and Erin were
friends, the guidance counselor had simply duplicated Erin's
schedule for Leah. In eighth grade, they didn't have a lot of
different course choicesjust the basics, English, math,
science, history, etc.but they did have six classes a day, in
different classrooms, just like the high school students. After
they got Leah registered, Mom drove Elizabeth around and gave her
a tour of the surrounding area.

After dinner, Gina and I took a shower together and then got
dressed for the party. While I shaved, she gathered her hair in a
ponytail and put on lip gloss and eye shadow. She wore a white
sundress that really showed off her body. I wore a pair of
Bermuda shorts and a blue rayon shirt that she helped me pick out
(she said it made my arms and chest look good).

Instead of the expected car horn from the driveway, Scott and
Shannon actually rang the doorbell. I let them in and introduced
them to Gina. Once again, Scott's eyes nearly bugged out. I had
said she was beautiful, but I don't think he really believed me.
He even managed to blush when Shannon grinned insufferably and
punched him in the shoulder.

Then I introduced them to Gina's parents. I explained that Scott
had been the one who'd gotten me started in wrestling. After a
little small talk, we headed out to Scott's monster Buick. It was
as big as I remembered. Together, Gina and I took up only half
the back seat.

"We're also gonna pick up Kelly and Livy," Scott said as he
backed out of the driveway.

"Cool," I said.

At Kelly's house, Scott merely honked the horn. Kelly came
running out, grinning at us. I introduced him to Gina as Scott
put the car in gear. On the way to Livy's house, Kelly and I
chatted (we had talked on the phone a couple of times, but not as
much as Scott and I had). Kelly went to Livy's door to pick her
up and then they practically trotted back to the car.

They didn't want to split upone of them sitting up front while
the other sat in the back with usso they started to climb into
the back seat. To make room for them, Gina climbed into my lap.
My hand rested comfortably on her upper thigh as we headed toward
Don's grandparents' house. Shannon had a handdrawn map, and we
made it there in thirty minutes.

The party was really cool. I got to see a lot of my friends from
school, people I hadn't seen in months. I introduced Gina to
everyone and she seemed to be having a good time. Don had gotten
a keg of beer, so Scott, Kelly, and I each coughed up a few bucks
to help pay for it and then grabbed cups for ourselves and our
girls.

Tony and Becky were there as well, although Amy wasn't. I felt a
little sorry for her, but as I thought about how she had acted in
the ice cream parlor, my sympathy waned considerably. Tony glared
at me whenever I looked his way, but Becky was even worse. She
seemed to be talking to all the girls, occasionally glancing or
pointing at Gina. I couldn't hear what she was saying, but I
recognized her expression. Trouble.

"Nobody listens to her," Shannon said quietly, following my
glance. "Don't let her get to you. Gina seems real nice." Gina
and Livy had gone to find the bathroom, and Scott and Kelly were
getting more beer, so we were alone.

"Thanks," I said.

"I'm sorry about Amy."

"Yeah, me too."

"She was psycho, though. She got really into you, really fast."

"No kidding."

"And she used to be a really nice girl," Shannon said. "But she's
been hanging out with Becky most of the summer, and she's...
changed."

Just then, Scott and Kelly came back. A few minutes later, Gina
and Livy returned as well. After that, we basically enjoyed
ourselves. There was good music playing from a set of big
speakers Don had set up, and the beer was cold. I still didn't
like the taste much, but everyone else was drinking, so I was
too.

Since Livy's curfew was eleven o'clock, we left about a quarter
past ten. The girls all had a good buzz going, but Scott, Kelly,
and I were all sober. We laughed and generally acted like
teenagers during the drive home. After we dropped Livy and Kelly
off, we had about an hour until our curfew. Scott pulled the car
into the little park near his house. He and Shannon made out
while Gina and I did the same. A little before midnight, he
started the engine and headed toward my house.

Shannon thought it was really cool that Gina's family was staying
with us. She and Scott teased us about me sneaking into Gina's
room late at night, but Gina and I didn't mention our actual
sleeping arrangements. I thanked Scott for driving and Gina said
it was nice meeting them. Then we headed inside.



Gina and I spent the weekend relaxing. We enjoyed our time
together and especially enjoyed sleeping together. Saturday
night, as we lay together after making love, she told me that her
mom had explained to Leah why our parents were letting us sleep
together.

"I don't think Leah cared, though," Gina said.

"Why not?"

"'Cause she gets to spend the night with Erin."

"Huh?"

"You mean you don't know about Leah and Erin?" she asked in
disbelief.

"Know what about them?"

Instead of explaining, she just laughed quietly. "You need to pay
more attention to what's going on around you."

"I do."

"You really don't know about Leah and Erin?"

No, I thought sarcastically, but I'm beginning to get a clue.

"Paul," she said slowly, "they've been fooling around since we
were at camp. You really didn't know?"

I shook my head.

"You're such a goof." Then she looked at me fondly. "But you're
my goof."

As she pulled me between her legs, my mind was going a million
miles an hour. My body was on autopilot as I moved within her,
but she didn't seem to notice. I'm ashamed to say that while I
was having sex with her, I was thinking about Erin and Leah.

I guess I'd been in my own little world at camp, because I
honestly had no clue that my sister and Leah were fooling around.
But as I thought about it, a lot of little things clicked into
place and suddenly made sense.

By the time I groaned and spurted into Gina, I had decided that
as long as Erin and Leah were enjoying themselves and not hurting
anyone else, whatever they did was their own business.

I was still a little shocked, though. Okay, maybe I was a lot
shocked. But I definitely wasn't worried. If Gina knew about what
our sisters were up to, then the chances were good that our
mothers did as well. I knew they'd avert any problems before they
came up.



Later that weekend, I got a call from Jenny. When she had given
me her phone number, her last day at camp, I had palmed it and
then thrown it away at my first opportunity. Needless to say, I
was surprised to hear from her.

"How are you?" she asked.

"I'm cool. How're you?"

We talked for a few minutes about the end of summer, and what she
had done after their family returned from camp. I told her a
little about my last weeks at camp, but it was mostly mundane
stuff.

"So," she said tentatively, "I've been thinking about you."

"Oh?" I had a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach.

"Uhhuh. I thought maybe we could, you know, get together. I only
live in Buckhead. You could come see me. If you want."

"Yeah," I said, my mind working frantically, "that'd be great.
Gina and I would love to see you."

Silence greeted me from the other end of the line. Then, "Gina?"

"Yeah. Her dad got a job with some new TV station here in
Atlanta. They moved here. I'm sure she'd love to see you, too."

"Oh. Um... yeah."

"But things are kinda hectic around here," I explained. "Do you
want me to call you once school starts?"

"Yeah," she said halfheartedly. "That'd be great."

"Cool. I'll call you."

"Okay. Bye."

"Bye."

"Who was that?" Gina asked, walking up as I hung up the phone.

"Oh," I said carefully, "just one of those contests. You know the
kind where they want you to enter a bunch of times, but it's
almost impossible to win."

She nodded.

"I told 'em I wasn't interested."

"Oh," she said. "Okay."

I smiled to myself as she took my hand and led me toward the
bedroom.



The first day of school was frenzied, as it always was. Scott
usually picked me up in the mornings, but I asked him to get
there a little early so I could give Gina a tour of the school
before the first bell. When the homeroom bell rang, she gave me a
kiss and headed toward her building.

In our English and American History classes, we got seats
together. But our Algebra teacher did the seating chart
alphabetically, so we were a couple of desks apart. We ate lunch
with Scott, Shannon, and Kelly. Livy hadn't been able to match
her lunch schedule to Kelly's, so she was in A lunch.

Of course, we came home with homework. When we walked into the
house, we discovered that no one was home, so we changed out of
our school clothes and then fooled around on my bed for a while.

An hour later, Erin and Leah got home. Just before six o'clock,
Mom and Elizabeth returned from the Coulters' house. They were
exhausted. The movers had taken almost all day unloading the
truck.

Chris and Elizabeth had originally planned for their family to
move into the new house that night, but since it was basically
filled with boxes, the Coulters were clearly going to have to
alter their plans. Because Mom and Elizabeth were so worn out,
Gina and I fixed dinner. As we ate, we talked about how we could
get the Coulters' house into a livable state.

We talked about it for a while, then Mom suggested that the
Coulters spend the remainder of the week with us. When the
weekend arrived, we'd all go to their new house and unpack. Dad
was due to return on Thursday, so he'd be able to help too.

Gina and I, of course, were more than happy with the change in
plans. It meant we'd be sleeping together for several more days.
Erin and Leah gave each other the same look that Gina and I had
exchanged. Now that I knew what was going on, it was easy to see
the signs.

For the rest of that week, Mom and Elizabeth spent most of their
time at the Coulters' new house. They sorted and arranged boxes,
and unpacked a few things, but left most of the heavy lifting for
the weekend.

At school, Gina slowly got used to the campus and her class
schedule, and started making friends. Tony Malone was in my
Spanish class, but he wouldn't have anything to do with me,
claiming I was a worthless prick.

After two days of being rebuffed, I decided he wasn't worth the
effort. I'd always been fairly friendly with Tony, but I wasn't
as close to him as I was to Scott or Kelly. I hated losing a
friend, but it was his choice, not mine.

When the weekend arrived, Scott and Shannon came over to help
with the unpacking. Shannon was in Gina's Chemistry class, and
the two were rapidly becoming friends. Chris and Elizabeth were
more than happy to have the help. While the men moved the
furniture into place, the women concentrated on one room at a
time, beginning with the kitchen. Midday, Elizabeth and Mom went
to a nearby deli and came home with a huge platter of sandwiches.

Surprisingly, we were mostly finished by the end of the day. When
we finally got the dining room set up, Chris called and ordered
pizzas. Dad and I went to pick them up and then stopped to get a
couple of sixpacks of beer on the way back. The refrigerator had
been running all day, so there were a couple of sixpacks of cold
Cokes as well. When Dad and I returned, we were nearly mobbed by
the hungry crowd.

The next day, Scott and Shannon came over again. While the men
hung pictures and did any necessary heavy lifting, the women
cleaned, scrubbed, and polished. We had a quick lunch of deli
sandwiches and then went back to work. By midafternoon, the
house actually looked livable. We finished early and Chris
offered to take us all to dinner.

The Coulters still had to move the last few things from our
house, so they drove over with us. Scott and Shannon planned to
go to Scott's house (right down the road) and shower. Afterward,
they'd meet us at the Coulters'.

Back at my house, I helped Gina pack her things. We were each a
little gloomy, since we wouldn't be sleeping together anymore,
but it was something we'd known was coming. I helped Chris load
their station wagon and then they drove to their own house, to
shower and get ready for dinner.

Chris took us to a really nice steakhouse downtown. Exhausted but
happy, we enjoyed our "great, huge, barbarian hunks of dead cow,"
as Elizabeth put it. After the plates were cleared away, we
thanked Chris for dinner. He and Elizabeth thanked my mom and dad
for sharing our house with them, then thanked all of us for help
with the unpacking.

Later, Gina and I rode back to her house with Scott and Shannon.
At her door, it took us a long time to say goodbye. We'd gotten
used to living together, and getting ready together in the
mornings, so it would be odd not having her around all the time.
Without tears, she kissed me goodbye and I walked back to Scott's
car.

"She's a really nice girl," Shannon said as I flopped into the
back seat.

"Not psycho?" I asked with a grin.

"Definitely not psycho."

"And she's hot, too," Scott said with a grin. "A total fox" He
oofed as Shannon elbowed him in the ribs.

"She is cute," Shannon agreed tactfully.

"Thanks," I replied. "I think so too."

During the rest of the quick drive to my house, we were mostly
silent.

"Thanks again, y'all," I said when they dropped me off.

"It was fun," Shannon said.

"Yeah," Scott agreed. "See you tomorrow morning, bright and
early."

"Bright and early," I groaned goodnaturedly.



On the fourth Saturday in September, Gina and I drove to
Chattanooga so we could ride with the Paytons to see the first UT
home football game. Gina and I were on the road by six in the
morning. Almost as soon as we reached the Paytons' house, we
piled into their RV and headed toward Knoxville.

Adam and Melissa were both dressed, head to toe, in orange and
white. It was almost scary. Drew wasn't as festive as his
parents, but he still wore a UT shirt and cap. We arrived in
Knoxville and Adam maneuvered the Winnebago into a spot between
two other campers.

Evidently, several other Chattanooga police officers came up for
the games, and they ended up parking with their local fellows in
the Knoxville PD. At first, I wondered why the locals would still
bring their campers to a football game. Once I saw the crowded
parking lots, however, I understood.

Football time in Tennessee was synonymous with party time in
Tennessee.

While Adam and Melissa greeted their friends, Drew and I set up a
big charcoal grill. Then he showed me how to stack the briquettes
so they'd form the best coals. Finally, he lit the fire and
closed the grill.

Then Melissa introduced us to the other cops and their families.
I shook a lot of people's hands but didn't remember half their
names. They seemed a little surprised to actually meet some of
Kendall's friends. Nonetheless, they all had good things to say
about her, and were happy to meet us.

After the introductions, Gina and I wanted to go find Kendall,
but her mom said she would meet us at the camper. About thirty
minutes later, Kendall showed up. Everyone greeted her warmly.

When she saw us, she ran over and gave me a big hug. I lifted her
into the air and swung her around, kissing her soundly as I did.
When I set her down, she blushed prettily. To her tremendous
embarrent, several of the guys hooted and clapped. She was a
lot more circumspect when she greeted Gina, but just as warm.

Since the game started later in the day, Kendall wanted to show
us her dorm room. Drew wanted to go with us, but before Kendall
could protest, Melissa stepped in.

"Your dad said he needed help with the barbeque, Drew," she said.

As if on cue, Adam turned from the grill. For a half second, he
looked at Melissa. Then, without seeming to pause, he asked Drew
to start getting the meat ready. Drew immediately headed for the
camper.

When Melissa's eyes met mine, she smiled warmly and gestured for
us to go. I thanked her with a nod as we headed toward Kendall's
dorm. Kendall, who'd seen the whole exchange and probably
understood it better than I did, merely shook her head in wonder.

We trekked across the campus, which was already filling with
football fans, then crossed a pedestrian bridge over a busy
street. Kendall's dorm, Clement Hall, wasn't near the rest of the
dorms. When we entered, she suddenly stopped, turned to me, and
smiled nervously. Then she began thinking intently, her eyes
darting side to side as she silently considered options.

"Um, Paul?" she asked.

"Yeah?"

"It's not visitation yet, we'll have to sneak you in."

At my confused look, she explained about visitation hours. The
residence hall had two sides, one for men and one for women. Men
weren't allowed on the women's side, except at certain times, and
vice versa. On Saturday, visitation was from noon until two in
the morning. Since it wasn't yet noon, I couldn't enter the
women's wing.

Then Kendall told me about the outside fire exit and gave me
directions. I walked around the building and nervously stood by
the nondescript steel door. I loitered for what seemed like an
eternitybut was probably only a few minutesuntil the door
opened. To my relief, Kendall motioned me into the building. Then
we jogged up four flights of stairs. At the door to the hallway,
Kendall cautiously opened it and peered out. The coast was clear,
so we dashed to her room, which was only four doors away.

Panting and grinning, we practically huddled in her room, trying
to discern if anyone had heard us. Then I looked at my watch and
burst out laughing. When the girls looked at me in shock, I
simply held up my wrist and pointed at the time. It was a quarter
'til twelve; in fifteen minutes, we would've been able to skip
the clandestine stairwell trip.

"My roommate has gone home for the weekend," Kendall said, still
breathing heavily. "The girls in the other side of the suite are
pledging sororities, so they're probably gonna be gone all day."
Then she gave us a tour, such as it was.

The room had a long dresser immediately to the right of the door,
with a twoperson desk opposite it. To the left was the door to
the bathroom, which contained a toilet, sink, and shower. There
was a door on the other side of the bathroom. It led to the other
room in the suite. The main part of the dorm roomwith two beds
was beyond a partition wall behind the desk.

Kendall's roommate, Abby, liked disco music. Her walls were
covered with Abba, Bee Gees, and Donna Summer posters. Kendall
had a big poster of Albert Einsteinthe one where he's sticking
out his tongueabove her bed. She had a nice flowerprint
comforter on the bed itself, complete with several throw pillows.
Much to my surprise, she also had a big stuffed bear. When she
saw me looking at it, she blushed, grinning sheepishly.

"Paul," she said, "meet Paul."

"You have a bear named Paul?" I asked. "Cool. What a
coincidence."

Kendall merely rolled her eyes and threw her hands in the air. "I
named him after you, silly," she said with amused exasperation.

Then she and Gina simply grinned at each other in shared
sufferance.

"Your mom seemed to be pretty cool about us coming here alone," I
said, trying to change the subject.

"Oh, my goodness," Kendall said, all of a sudden. "You're not
going to believe what she did."

"What?" Gina and I asked simultaneously.

Kendall told us about how she'd been planning to get on the pill
as soon as she came to college. The student health clinic, she
explained, offered free birth control. Guys simply had to watch a
movie about sexually transmitted diseases, read a pamphlet, and
then they could get free rubbers.

For women who wanted birth control pills, it was almost as
simple. In addition to the movie and pamphlet, they had to have a
doctor's exam (to make sure they didn't have a venereal disease).
After that, the doctor wrote the woman a prescription for birth
control pills, which the health clinic provided for free. It
wasn't really free, but since most students had no income, the
county health department basically picked up the expense.

Kendall wanted to take advantage of the service, until she met an
almost insurmountable obstacle. In order to set up the
appointment and get the free pills, she had to be eighteen. She'd
been dejected about it, but saw no way around the problem. That
is, until her mother stepped in.

While Kendall was still in Chattanooga, her mother had come to
her room and talked about "seeing the doctor." It had taken
Kendall a few minutes to figure out what her mom was talking
about, but once she did, she was dumbfounded. Melissa had
basically offered to take Kendall to the doctor and get her birth
control pills.

"Did your dad know?" Gina asked.

Kendall shook her head emphatically. "He'd kill me if he did. But
that's not all. The really freaky part about it," she said, "is
that my mom told me I should go ahead and get several months'
worth of pills. Then after my birthday, in February, I could get
my next month's prescription from the student health clinic. But
there's no possible way she could've known about that."

"What makes you think that?" I asked.

"Because," Kendall said, as if the answer were selfevident, "I
made sure she never knew about the pamphlet I got from UT, about
the birth control pills."

At that point, I laughed. When the girls both looked at me
curiously, I explained. "You remember I told you I didn't get
away with half the things I thought I did?" I asked Kendall.
"That my parents usually knew what I was up to?"

She nodded.

"I told you, your parents are probably the same way."

"No way," she said. "You don't know my mom."

I looked at her skeptically, until she blushed and looked down.

"Okay, okay. Maybe you're right," she said at last.

"So you're on the pill now?" Gina asked.

"For almost three weeks," Kendall replied, grinning shamelessly.

"Cool," Gina said, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Then you know
what I wanna do?" she asked, her voice suddenly sultry.

Before Kendall or I could answer, Gina dropped to her knees in
front of the taller girl and flipped up her skirt. Completely
shocked, Kendall merely stood there as Gina kissed her panty
covered crotch. Then Gina pulled aside the pale blue panties and
gasped in surprise.

"When did you shave?" Gina asked. Without waiting for an answer,
she moaned low in her throat and began tonguing Kendall's smooth
labia.

When Gina fumbled for me with her right hand, I obligingly
stepped forward. With one hand, she unzipped my shorts and
roughly extracted my hardening manhood. I let her stroke me for a
few seconds and then I stepped toward Kendall. I caught the older
girl in an embrace and kissed her with growing heat.

"Sometimes," Kendall whispered with a grin, "I miss Gina." Then
she closed her eyes and moaned softly as Gina undoubtedly sucked
her clit.

After several minutes, Gina took her hand off my dick and lowered
Kendall's panties. I used her distraction to move behind the
taller girl. Gina moaned in surprise when I lifted Kendall's
skirt and pushed my dick between her soft thighs. Then Gina
alternated between licking my shaft and sucking Kendall's pussy.
With my arms around Kendall's body, I supported her while cupping
her ample breasts.

Then I tilted my hips and aimed the head of my dick at Kendall's
slippery opening. Gina helped insert my cock and then I eased
into Kendall's tight pussy. While Gina continued licking and
sucking Kendall's clit, I fucked the taller girl from behind.

When I came, I buried myself in her steamy depths and clutched
her to me. Then I held myself immobile within her while Gina
drove her over the edge. Kendall was completely silent as her
orgasm washed over her, her pussy clamping and releasing my cock
as she climaxed.

Finally, I slowly withdrew my shrinking member. Gina moaned
hungrily when a dribble of semen came with it, hurriedly pressing
her lips to Kendall's leaking sex. Kendall arched her back and
leaned against me as Gina's lips and tongue worked their magic.
Gina moaned softly as she cleaned Kendall's and my combined
fluids.

As Gina gripped Kendall's hips, I ran my hands under her shirt
and then pushed up her bra, palming the soft skin of her breasts.
As soon as my fingers tweaked her nipples, her breathing became
even more ragged. Together, Gina and I drove Kendall toward
another orgasm. With a nearly silent cry, she came again.

When her orgasm finally subsided, Kendall sagged against me.

"I've really missed you two," she said breathlessly. When she
turned her head, I kissed her tenderly.

"Us too," Gina said.

Then Gina stood and looked at me, licking her lips suggestively.
Kendall caught the look and stepped to the side. Instead of
moving out of the way, she walked behind Gina, reaching around
the darker girl to pop the snap on her shorts. Without ceremony,
she swept them and Gina's panties downward. As Gina stepped out
of them, my cock began to harden again.

As Gina bent over the bed, I fucked her from behind. While I did,
Kendall ran her fingers over the darker girl's body, teasing her
nipples and occasionally caressing her clit. Gina came twice and
was working on a third orgasm when I felt my own climax building.

Instead of coming inside her, I pulled out, turned her around,
and pushed her to her knees in front of me. Kendall was there
immediately, fingering Gina's pussy as the darker girl sucked my
slippery manhood. As soon as the first gush of my semen hit the
back of Gina's throat, she climaxed, moaning in ecstasy.



By the time we cleaned up and made it back to the tailgate party,
the food was almost ready. The game didn't start until much later
that afternoon, so we had time to enjoy ourselves in the company
of the cops and their families. Everyone was very friendly and
the beer flowed freely. It was raucous, but that seemed to be the
general tone of the tailgating crowd.

Kendall had gotten us tickets in the students' section, so we
(along with Drew) would watch the game with her. Adam and Melissa
sometimes watched from the stadium as well, but other times, they
listened to the game on the radio. Since the season opener was
against Utah, they were going to stay at the camper and continue
to party with their friends.

About a halfhour before the game started, Kendall, Gina, Drew,
and I said goodbye to Adam and Melissa and then headed toward the
stadium. Inside, thousands of fans in orange and white thronged
the concourses. We eventually found our seats and sat down,
eagerly anticipating the kickoff.

Drew was having a good time checking out the cute older girls in
the sections near us. When he saw me gazing calmly at him, he
grinned sheepishly, but didn't stop looking.

The game itself was a blowout. The Volunteers beat Utah, 5118.
We screamed, cheered, and generally had a blast. Whenever the
other team had the ball, we would shout as loud as we could. With
all those people in the stadiumand there were a lotthe
noise was almost deafening. Football was fun to watch on TV, but
it was an absolutely amazing experience seeing the game in
person.

When it was over, we threaded our way through the stream of
humanity, steadily moving toward the cops' tailgate party. It was
already pretty late when we got there, but the party seemed to be
going strong. Worn out, we simply relaxed for a while.

Since her roommate would be gone, Kendall had asked her if a
"couple of friends" could spend the night in the room. She had
neglected to mention that one of her friends was a guy, so Abby
had agreed.

Then Kendall asked her mom if Gina and I could spend the night in
the dorm. She told Melissa that Abby's boyfriend had offered to
let me spend the night in his room, in the men's wing. Gina, of
course, would spend the night in Kendall's room. Kendall had
obviously put a lot of thought into concocting a plausible story.

Melissa talked it over with Adam, and they agreed. He was
reluctant at first, but she assured him that I would be sleeping
in the men's wing. I had a sneaking suspicion that Melissa knew
exactly what Kendall was trying to get away with. And when
Kendall wasn't looking, Melissa confirmed it by glancing at me
and mouthing, "you're welcome."

With that, we headed back across campus to Kendall's dorm. This
time, the trip to her floor was simpler, since it was during
visitation hours and we could simply take the elevator. Once we
shut the door behind us,

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Friday, July 30, 2004

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Poker and More contains explicit descriptions of sexual activity and are intended for Adults Only. If you are under the age of 18, don't read thisgo do something much more useful with your life. If you are offended by depictions of adult sexual activity, you are really in the wrong place anyhow, and I don't have much to say to you. Poker and More Part one (F/mf,exhib,) By Hankbelly Hankbelly Have you ever been scammed? Taken advantage of? Been hoodwinked, grifted, had someone pull a fast one on you? What did you lose? Was it money? Usually people are taken for money. Who ran the scam on you, a stranger, a relative, someone you sort of knew? Or, was it a friend, someone you trusted? Sometimes, people we know well are capable of scamming us, and sometimes, just sometimes, we want to be scammed. It all started Friday of Memorial day, and I was bored, just hanging at my place. All my usual gang of friends were off with their wives, and I was left high and dry, with nothing to do. The phone rang, and it appeared that my luck had begun to change, It was Amy, an old friend of mine. She wanted to know what I was up to, she and Tanya were bored, and figured I might want to hang out and drink a couple beers. I had never been involved with either Amy or Tanya romantically, I didn't really think of them that way. Amy had been a buddy of mine since high school, and other than the one time we smoked an unexpectedly potent joint under the jungle gym at the park next to her Moms house, and somehow we ended up with my hand in her shirt, and her hand firmly attached to my butt cheek, nothing ever happened. It always seemed that either I had a girlfriend when she was single, or she had a boyfriend when I was single. That went on long enough that I never really thought of her in that way. Now Tanya, she was a different story. I wanted Tanya with a white hot heat all through my junior year of college. She was this great, tall, dark haired, extremely well put together, unattainable woman. Much to my dismay, she never thought of me that way, she liked bad boys, and I'm not a bad boy. I'm a dork, it's a fact. An impossibly good looking, suave and sophisticated dork, but a dork none the less. Anyhow, after a few thousand rejections, you tend to accept that a woman basically thinks of you as one of her girlfriends. When the girls offered to come over and bring some beer, I was all game. I actually remember thinking that maybe I could convince them to go out, I was hoping to find some young sweetie to hook up with, and except for a trust fund, having a beautiful woman on your arm is the best way to attract more beautiful women. Not that it mattered, because neither of them really wanted to go out. They just wanted to get a pizza, drink some beers, hang out at the old Casa Del Benny. When the girls showed up Tanya looked amazing as usual, dressed in a pair of low rider jeans and a simple top that showed off her toned belly and ample cleavage, but Amy, something was different. Amy had make up on! And She wasn't wearing her usual baggy shorts and a hoodie sweatshirt, she was wearing tight pants that actually made me notice her tight little butt, and a baby doll teeshirt! It made me pause for a second, but if you know Amy for very long, you learn to accept that you will never have her figured out. The beer was flowing, and the pizza got polished off quickly. It wasn't long before Amy was rooting around in my closet for the old bong. She found it and loaded it up, and it wasn't long before we were all loose and giggly. This was how it usually goes when the girls come over to hang, beer, food, pot, and then cards. Well, this evening was nothing new, because within 10 minutes of the bong being set down, we were breaking out the cards, and getting ready to play poker. None of us is particularly good at poker, and the bong hits generally reduce it to a game of luck. Sometimes one or the other of us will get on a roll, and start winning, sometimes not. The competition never is too heavy, just casual. Neither I nor Tanya were particularly on a roll, but Amy sure wasn't, and she was about out of money within an hour. She pulled out the bong, and we all took a couple tokes, getting nice and floaty, before she made her play. "Why don't we play for our clothes?" Amy said? "Strip Poker? You are kidding right?" Tanya said back, laughing. "Nope, come on. We are all friends here, and I feel like my luck is gonna change" Amy said, grinning like the cat that ate the canary. "Fine, but when I you walk out of here naked, don't blame me?" Tanya said "Oh, you want to play for keeps, huh? Fine by me, but I'm not the one who is going to be naked." Amy said. "What about you Benny boy? Don't you want to chime in here?" Tanya asked "Come on, he has two girls negotiating a game of strip poker. Don't forget that he is a guy, Tanya" Amy said. "Well I am" I said, not really believing that either of them would go through with it, " Whatever you two decide is fine with me." "Typical," Amy said, smirking. "So I guess we need to figure out who has what on, we always want to start even" Quickly they had it all figured out so everyone had the same amount of clothing. Tanya borrowed a pair of my socks, because none of us really wanted to lose our shoes. They decided that the loser of each hand had to surrender a piece of clothing to the winner, and Tanya insisted that the loser choose what piece it was. The girls were getting competitive just making up the rules. By the time they were done, they had agreed that there was no covering up, and that even if you won a piece of clothing back, you couldn't put it, or anything else on, for the rest of the night. By the time we actually started playing, the girls were ready, and I was just stoned. This didn't make for very good poker playing, but thank god that the girls were so focused on each other. Amy in particular, wanted to strip her dark haired friend. By the time I lost both my socks, Amy had taken both Tanya's socks, her pants, and when she lost the next hand, Tanya did the old take off your bra without removing her shirt trick. All of a sudden it became very real, Tanya couldn't lose another hand without being naked top or bottom. Amy toyed with us on the next hand, letting Tanya relax by losing a sock to her. On the next hand, Amy took my shirt, leaving me in my little white wife beater teeshirt. Tanya's nipples were visibly hard under the thin material of her shirt, and the sight of them just added to an atmosphere of sex. I know the girls could see that my cock was hard underneath my jeans, and for a moment, I was tempted to give them up, just to see how they would react. I thought better of it though, because with the way Amy was playing, they would see soon enough. On the next hand, I drew what appeared to be the beginnings of a royal flush, two crap cards, a ten, a king and a jack, I thought I was finally going to get Amy, but the draw didn't cooperate fully. Luckily I ended up with a pair of kings. We all showed our cards, my kings beat Tanya's low pair, but Amy's luck continued, a full house. Amy just looked at Tanya, knowing that she was going to lose something crucial. Tanya didn't even act shy, she stood, standing up, hooking her fingers under the waist of her panties and pulling them down, staring Amy in the eye, defiantly. I wasn't sure if she could tell if I was there or not, but the sight of Tanya's clean shaven slit, visibly moist, was enough to make me hard enough that I contemplated losing the next hand, just to get out of my pants. The next hand I got lucky, and snagged Amy's pants. She took them back quickly, and proceeded to take my teeshirt and pants. I swear I could smell the moist aroma emanating from between Tanya's legs when I dropped my jeans and the outline of my erect penis was so visible in my shorts. Tanya was the next to lose, teasing us by taking off her shirt slowly, unbuttoning one button after another, a sly grin on her face, before turning her back to gently drop the shirt over her shoulders, and then to the floor, revealing her ass. She turned and gave us the full view of her tanned 38D breasts, the relatively tiny nipples hard as steel. "Fine, I'm the big loser, are you, happy now Amy?" Tanya snipped. "Not yet. Bennie here still has his shorts, and judging from the bulge, he'd be much more comfortable if I win them from him." Amy said, eyeing my cock, straining at the seams of my Calvin Klein boxer briefs. "Yeah, well, If you and I play, is Tanya's out, right?" I asked "Well, She's stuck either way, I have her clothes, and we agreed that the losers can't just raid your closet, remember?" Amy said, smirking. "But I have a proposition." Tanya sat there, unashamed of her nakedness (and from where I was sitting, there's no reason she should have been!) "One hand, all or nothing. You two play as a team, if you win, you get your clothes back, and I strip down, If I win, I get you both, for the weekend, naked, to do whatever I say." Amy said. Tanya jumped right in "What do you mean, to do whatever you say? Like, we'd be your slaves or something?" "Well, for lack of a better word, yes, my slaves. I can make you do whatever I want you to, for the whole weekend, from the moment I win, until Tuesday morning" Amy said. "So the two of us are supposed to risk enduring any silly thing you can think up for us, for the rest of the holiday weekend, and if we win, we what, get to see you naked?" I asked "Yeah, I think these are worth a little more than just your clothes!" Tanya said, softly caressing her breasts, pinching a nipple gently with her thumb and forefinger. "You realize you are only making it worse on yourself. Oh well, fine, if you win, You two get to strip me, and I am yours for the weekend. Deal?" Amy said, licking her lips. "Deal! " Tanya said "Hold on, I haven't agreed to anything yet!" I protested. Tanya moved in behind me, pressing her large breasts against my back, her hard nipples rubbing against my own bare flesh. She draped her arm around me, and gently but firmly grasped my cock, slowly stroking it as she whispered in my ear. "Relax, If we win, I'm going to need to use this, and I know you have always wanted that. I couldn't believe my ears "What?" "You heard me, I'm extremely horny, and I need a cock. From the looks of it, you have more than enough to get the job done" she cooed in my ear. "Fine, I'm in" END PART ONE The Fine Print: This edition of "Poker and More" is 2001 Hank Belly. Permission is granted to distribute via and archive in and in accordance with a.s.s.m. guidelines and policies. Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at explorer.msn Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. send stories to : <./faq.html> <.> Text , an entity supported entirely by donations.

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Sunday, July 25, 2004

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Teacher Passes the Test, Part 8 of 10, Now That's Entertainment!

Written by ShakespeareI.Aint

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It was a chilly little Monday morning at o'dark-hundred hours when I
jogged up to my pretty little teacher's home. I trotted into the backyard
and came to a puffing stop near the window. This was Day One of my plan to
nail my love everyday for a week. Believe me, I was looking forward to it.
I looked inside the windows. I saw her husband, Edwin Van Horn, inside the
kitchen bent over unloading the dishwasher; looking all out of balance. No
sign of my target. I slowly walked around the home looking in the windows
for any sign that Cindy Van Horn was awake and waiting for my visit. I
found no other activity in the home. I tapped on the back door and waited
for Edwin to let me in. He looked like quite the apprehensive husband.

"She's still sleeping Damien. I was going to wake her up pretty soon.
If you'll have a seat, I'll get her," he said persuasively. I blew him
off.

"Don't bother. This won't take long. I'll just go and get this done.
Be back in a few minutes. You just wait here." I gave him his marching
orders. I didn't want Edwin waiting in the wings watching while I fucked
his pretty little wife. I waited until he gave a slight nod of
acknowledgment. I took my jacket off and handed it to him. He took it
dumbly. I kicked my Nikes off, leaving them in the middle of the kitchen
carpet. And I headed off to bury myself in his wife.

The bedroom door was open and I slipped in noiselessly. My Cindy's soft
breathing confirmed that she was still asleep. Her small body formed
gentle curves under the covers of the large bed. I crossed over to her and
quietly removed my clothing. My cock was already rock hard and insistent
that we move forward on this project. I pulled the covers up and slid in
eagerly. My weight on the mattress woke her up and she peered groggily
over at me. I wasted no time clambering atop her with my legs between
hers, my erection poking at her pubis. I thrust impatiently like a
schoolboy until my cock caught at the entrance to her pussy and pushed
itself into her dry hole. My pretty little schoolteacher gasped in pain or
discomfort. She wasn't totally dry, but she wasn't wet with primitive lust
for me either. I rested there a moment feeling her little pussy gripping
me. I smelled her morning breath and pulled my face away from hers. I
buried my face in the pillow next to her and started to fuck her. My cock
slid in and out of her just fine thanks, and the minimum lubrication sped
me to my climax. My Cindy just grunted at my hard thrusts into her. My
chest lay intentionally atop hers so that her big titties rubbed against
me.

After one minute, I was done. I jettisoned a load of spunk into her
pussy and came to a slick halt inside her, panting with my exertions. My
prostate gland was spasming painfully such was the load I had pumped into
her. When the discomfort subsided a bit, I pulled out of her and climbed
out of bed. Her eyes followed me with an unspoken violation. She wanted
to revile me for treating her like a cumbag whore. And I was glad I had
fallen out of real love for her because that was just what I had treated
her like. My personal cumbag.

I dressed without either of us saying a word. She stared at me, but she
didn't say anything. For my part, I had already explained why I was there
and I didn't feel I should have to repeat myself. So I remained silent.
When I was dressed, I left the bedroom. Left the house after saying my
good-byes to Edwin who had looked at me so anxiously from his breakfast
seat. I left.

On Tuesday morning, I tapped gently on the back door. Edwin let me in
again. He told me Cindy was in the bathroom. I strode through the house
like I owned it. The bathroom door was closed and locked. I knocked and
waited.

"Edwin?" my little Cindy asked in alarm.

"Me," I said flatly.

About ten seconds went by before the door opened to me. The bathroom
was steamy. My pretty little schoolteacher was wrapped in a large pink
towel. Her short blonde hair was wet and plastered over her skull showing
the fine bones and skin of her face in sharp relief. Relief wasn't on her
face though.

I had her lean over the sink while standing on another stack of towels
to bring her backside in line with my cock. I oiled up with some baby oil
from the closet and burrowed into her warm butt. It was much to her
chagrin to judge from the sounds she made while she accommodated me back
there. A warm tight rose glove and I loved it. As I came, I announced the
fact loudly, pulling out of her ass with an audible pop. An audible pop, I
shit you not. And I squirted onto her asscheeks and lower back. I used my
penis to massage my spend into her skin. I told her not to wash that off.
I wanted to see her in school with my semen dried on her sore ass.

In my Humanities class later that day, I shared a mysterious glance with
my pretty little teacher as she instructed us. She had just the tiniest
smile, maybe of embarrent, on her face when our eyes met. She was
sitting behind her desk, but I would swear she jiggled her ass just the
tiniest bit.

On Wednesday morning, I had my pretty little schoolteacher in the
marital bed, laying on her back and playing with her vibrator. She came
with three of my fingers jammed up her cunt and two up her butt. Her eyes
were tightly closed as she came. I felt the contractions and it was good.
After she came, I climbed atop her chest. I had her hold those magnificent
funbags together and I tit-fucked her. It was exquisite. With her head
propped forward by a pillow, I ran my cock through Tit Valley and into Warm
Wet Gorge. It was fantastic. Everything I'd dreamed about the first time
I laid eyes on those dugs. I held alternating stink fingers under her nose
and watched her averted eyes screw tightly shut in embarrent. Knowing
her dislike for anything seminal, I jetted my fluids into her mouth, making
her hold me inside there for a few minutes before swallowing my gift. She
didn't gag but I could tell she hadn't gotten over her aversion to having
billions of microscopic swimmers in her mouth. Or maybe it was simply a
matter of taste.

On Thursday, I had a sit-down breakfast with Edwin at the kitchen table.
A rather novel experience for me, as I've always lived in the
pandemonium-filled and catch-as-catch-can group-home breakfast worlds where
I rarely got leisure to linger over a breakfast. Probably the nicest part
of the meal, apart from Edwin's sterling conversation, was my pretty little
schoolteacher under the kitchen table blowing me. Hands around my hips,
mouth pressed over my flesh pole, for about fifteen minutes before I
allowed her to use her hands to assist her. I had given her some syrup to
help flavor my penis and it got to be a highly erotic sticky mess down
there. With her stroking and choking I finally put my fork down and
grabbed the back of her head, forcing her down on my groin. Oh, the
feeling of that warm mouth on me. The gagging was inevitable and I
released some of my grip on her to allow her to breathe. I came and came
inside of her mouth, listening to her tiny pneumo-protests at my assault on
her. After a minute, I released her head and sat back. I went to school
smelling somewhat like maple syrup, with a wild sticky mess in my
underpants. I had to wash them out when I got back to my group home, lest
I be questioned. Such is the fate of an poor, friendless orphan, I guess.

On Friday morning, Edwin and I finally double-teamed his pretty little
wife. Edwin on his back and my pretty little teacher on top of him with
his manageable penis in her. Me behind her with my cock lodged firmly up
her ass, much to her dismay. Until her vibrator changed her discomfort
into something bearable and then pleasurable. I sawed into her and shot a
quick load up into her before withdrawing and wiping my slimy wang on her
butt-cheeks. Then I held her asscheeks open and watched my semen slowly
leak out and down, onto Edwin's legs as he fucked up into her. I watched
her open anus snap shut ten times like a sea anemone as she climaxed. I
dressed as Edwin rolled her over and did her missionary style. When he had
finally shot off inside his wife and lay panting and wheezing beside her, I
addressed them both.

"Final Exams tomorrow. I will arrive at six in the morning. I need you
guys dressed and ready to go. Bring the sex toys in case I need them.
Edwin, you wear whatever you want. Cindy, you wear bicycle pants and a
sports bra. Lycra-spandex thing. Rustle up the last of your marijuana,
you'll probably need it. Questions?"

"Do you ever give a straight answer, Damien?" My little Edwin.

"That's a good question, Edwin. Now, any other questions?"

My pretty little schoolteacher looked up at me from the bed. I watched
her big titties as she spoke to me. Bad manners on my part, but damn.

"I'm afraid of what's going to happen tomorrow. I'm afraid you'll go
too far and we'll get caught. It is going to be public, isn't it?"

"You bet it is. Couldn't happen any other way," I said merrily.

"Oh God. Please Damien, let's just do something else. We can do
something here, maybe." Her voice was pleading.

"No, Cindy. No. You're already passed the top of the rollercoaster
hill. When I came up your butt a few minutes ago, you had already started
to hurtle down. You just didn't know it. You'll know it tomorrow. Oh
what fun we'll have!"

In class she had a bad day, losing her train of thought repeatedly
during her lecture. After class, several of her little cheerleader
students stayed behind to see if she was all right. She was all right. It
was just a little case of Test Anxiety.
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End of Teacher Passes the Test, Part 8 of 10, Now That's Entertainment!
by ShakespeareI.Aint.

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