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Family spends their summer vacations at a nudist camp



Sunday morning, the Tharp family left after breakfast. They
normally only stayed a week, so I didn't know the twins that well
and wouldn't really miss them. The Nolans, Kevin and Leigh, and
their two kids left as well. Jonathan Delozier was a little sad
about his friend Alan's departure, but with so many other newly
arrived younger kids, he had more than enough playmates.

And of course, the gang of four--what Gina and I jokingly called
Erin, Leah, Trish, and Jill--were drawn to Drew Payton like moths
to a flame. Drew seemed more than happy to wallow in the
attention, but when I saw him checking out Erin's developing
body, I had to suppress my protective big brother reaction.

Kendall came into the clubhouse after breakfast and joined Gina
and me. Our parents were at a nearby table and I had no idea
where Kara was. When Manfred and Jenny showed up from wherever
they'd been, they came over to our table as well. Manfred nearly
choked on his tongue when he saw Kendall sitting with us. When
Jenny noticed his reaction, she became a little peeved.

Despite that, the two of them joined us. I tuned out the
conversation and paid more attention to their reactions to
Kendall. For his part, Manfred suddenly became shy and awkward.
He stole furtive glances at Kendall and looked at me like I was
insane. I knew what he was thinking. Only a year before, neither
of us would've dared talk to the Goddess Kendall.

Jenny noticed Manfred's sudden change in behavior. First, she
scowled at him. When he proved oblivious, she scowled at Kendall.
I thought it was all pretty amusing until I noticed Kendall's
expression. Observant as ever, Kendall had picked up on the same
things I had, and she looked miserable. I guess it's hard to take
when someone hates you simply because of your looks.

Finally, Jenny abruptly stood up and stared glacially at Manfred.
He was simply preoccupied, not stupid, and leapt to his feet so
quickly that he overturned his chair. With a chagrinned
expression, he picked it up and they hastily said their goodbyes.
Jenny's was barely cordial.

_So much for a pleasant morning,_ I thought. "Do you want me to
say something to Manfred?" I asked Kendall.

She blinked to clear her incipient tears and then shook her head.

"I'm _so_ sorry," Gina said.

"It's okay," Kendall said.

"It's _not_ okay," Gina said hotly.

I shook my head, agreeing with Gina.

"Jenny's normally a really nice girl. I guess she just got
jealous when Manfred turned into a mega-dork."

"It's okay," Kendall said. "I should be used to it by now."

"You should never get used to people being rude," Gina said. She
reached forward, took Kendall's hand, and squeezed it gently.

Kendall smiled gratefully.

We sat in silence for a few minutes, until Kendall recovered her
composure, then headed down the hill to the lake.

-----

For most of the morning, we simply lay by the lake and soaked up
the sun. Manfred and Jenny were on the raft, so Gina, Kendall,
and I were more than content to stay on the shore. While I _was_
a little peeved at Manfred, I could understand why he'd reacted
the way he had. Jenny's reaction was understandable too, even
though it had been just as rude. Tolerance, however, is not
acceptance. I didn't know what I was going to say, but I resolved
to mention something to Manfred.

Later in the morning, when Gina wanted some suntan oil spread on
her back, I volunteered. Since we were about thirty feet from the
rest of the sunbathers (we'd wanted some privacy, so we could
talk), I took my time and really rubbed the oil into her skin. I
covered all the places that needed it, and even a few that
didn't.

After I finished with Gina, I took a gamble and turned to
Kendall. "Are you next?" I asked.

She looked at me sharply and then turned to Gina.

Gina merely smiled and said, "It feels _great_. He's got nice
strong hands. You'll _love_ it, Kendall."

"O-okay." Kendall looked at me, her eyes full of questions.

I grinned wryly and moved between her and the rest of the people
on the shore. With my back to them, no one would be able to see
where my hands were. Before I did anything, however, I looked
around to see if I could spot Kendall's parents. I certainly
didn't want to get on her father's bad side. I liked him well
enough, but he still scared me a little. I guess being wary of a
big, burly cop is a survival trait, _especially_ when you're
about to rub suntan oil on his daughter. Luckily for me, her
parents were nowhere to be seen.

"Oh, God, Paul," Gina said slowly. "That felt so good. I think
I'm ready to fall asleep."

My chest swelled with pride. Kendall shot me another "what are
you doing?!" look, but I shrugged it off and gazed at her
expectantly. She rolled her eyes and flicked them toward Gina. I
ignored her and dribbled a line of oil down the center of her
back.

Once I started rubbing, Gina struck up a conversation with
Kendall. It was mostly about mundane stuff, the goings on at camp
and things like that. While they talked, I rubbed. I made sure
not to touch anywhere I shouldn't have, but I did come close
enough to her pussy to make her squirm a couple of times. I was
doing it on purpose, and she knew it. Gina merely smiled each
time Kendall flinched. I kept rubbing, seemingly oblivious,
although I could tell that Kendall was beginning to enjoy
herself. When she finally relaxed and sighed in pleasure, I
grinned to myself.

As I rubbed, I studied her body. In addition to the triangles of
whiter flesh on her breasts and around her pubic area, she had a
much larger triangle across her buttocks. When I asked her about
the tan lines, she explained that her family's back yard wasn't
very private, and she had to sunbathe in a bikini. So she bought
the skimpiest string bikini she could find and used it.

"Do you have to keep yourself trimmed?" Gina asked. She looked at
me and smiled archly.

I started to blush.

"Trimmed?" Kendall asked.

Gina nodded. "You know." She flicked her eyes toward the other
girl's waist. "Down there. Do you have to trim your bush so you
can wear a skimpy bikini?"

Kendall almost choked.

_I_ almost choked.

"I mean," Gina continued, "my pubic hair's real sparse, so I
don't need to trim it." She looked at me and winked suggestively.
Then she looked back at Kendall, who evidently hadn't noticed the
byplay. "Not that yours is a wild mess or anything. So, do you
have to keep it trimmed?" Gina asked with feigned innocence.

"Um... yeah," Kendall said. She hastily looked at me, trying to
gauge my reaction.

I kept my expression mildly interested. She widened her eyes,
pleading for me to intervene, but I merely grinned and shrugged.

"I was thinking of trimming mine," Gina said, looking directly at
me. "You know," she said to Kendall, "to even it up and make it
look better."

Kendall nodded.

"Do you think that would look good?"

"Um... yeah... I guess."

I watched the two girls with a sense of amusement and growing
arousal. Gina _knew_ I was excited by the idea of her shaving her
pubic hair, and she was deliberately baiting me. When Kendall
noticed my tumescent penis, she fixated on it. For a moment, I
panicked. Then I took a deep breath, shook my head in wonder at
Gina's antics, and returned to my lounger.

When Gina changed the subject, Kendall sighed in relief.
Unfortunately, I nearly groaned, since Gina changed the subject
to _me_. I wasn't surprised when Kendall commented on how much
I'd changed. I _was_ surprised when Gina began frankly discussing
my body, and describing attributes she liked.

Sensing my discomfort, Kendall got into the game as a minor
payback, and they started talking about which parts they liked
the most. I think they discussed everything but the size of my
dick and the shape of my balls. Worse, I strongly suspected that
they'd be the subject of a little "girl talk" later on!

-----

After lunch, Gina and Kendall wanted to float on the queen-sized
raft, so I inflated it for them. As I was monotonously blowing
into it, I thought about what I wanted to do while they were by
themselves. Before they climbed onto it, I pulled Gina aside.

"Hey, I was gonna talk to Susan this afternoon," I said. I had a
couple of things I wanted to talk about, mostly about my
relationship with Gina. But I also knew the chance existed for us
to have sex. It probably sounds crazy, but in a way, I missed
spending time with Susan. I wasn't necessarily _eager_ to have
sex with her, but I certainly wouldn't mind. So I wanted to talk
to Gina before I simply went looking for Susan.

"Oh," Gina said. She sounded a little surprised.

"Yeah," I said smoothly. "I wanted to thank her for suggesting
the glade. It was perfect."

She smiled brightly and nodded.

_Time to bite the bullet,_ I thought. "And I kinda wanted to talk
to her about some other stuff."

"Other stuff?"

I nodded. "Yeah, a lot of things."

She bit the inside of her lip. "About us?"

"Uh-huh. And other things. But yeah, about us too."

She didn't exactly panic, but she did look a little uncertain.

"I can't really explain it, but whenever I talk to Susan, I
always feel better about whatever we talk about."

Gina nodded.

"I don't know what it is, though, because I end up doing most of
the talking."

She nodded again.

"I just didn't want you to think I was going to see her to have
sex," I said earnestly.

"I understand," she said. Then she looked around to see if anyone
could overhear us.

Kendall had realized we were having a serious discussion, so she
was sitting on the edge of the lake, dangling her legs in the
cold water.

"Of all the women you've been with," Gina said, "Susan's the one
I trust the most."

I nodded.

"I don't know why, but I know she'd never try to... um... I guess
'steal' isn't the right word, but I can't think of a better one.
Anyway, I know she'd never try to steal you from me."

"She wouldn't."

"I know," she said. "That's why I trust her."

"But what if she wants to have sex with me?" I asked.

Gina looked taken aback and was silent for a long moment. "I
hadn't really thought about that," she admitted. "Do you _want_
to have sex with her?"

Instead of answering her, I waited for her to think it through.

"I guess that's not really a fair question," she said at last.

I shook my head. "If I say yes, I might hurt your feelings. But
if I say no, how will you know I'm not lying to you?"

"Yeah," she said. "I understand. But I know you wouldn't lie to
me."

"No, I wouldn't. But I wouldn't deliberately tell you something
that'd hurt your feelings, either."

She nodded thoughtfully.

"So," I said. "What if she wants to have sex with me?"

"Um... I mean, I trust her and all, but... well... maybe you can just
say no?"

"Okay," I said evenly.

Suddenly, she grew anxious. "Is that okay? That's not what you
wanted me to say, is it?"

I smiled gently and stepped close to her. "Remember? It's not
about what _I_ want. It's about what _we_ want."

"Yeah," she said. "Sorry."

"And in this case, it's really about what you want."

She pondered that for a moment. Then she looked up at me and
smiled thinly. "I guess it's the difference between talking about
sharing you and _actually_ sharing you."

"Mmm hmm."

"I don't know..."

"Even if she wants to," I said gently, "I'm not going to do
anything."

She looked up quickly, her face a mixture of relief and
apprehension.

"I mean, maybe the first time I do anything with another woman,
if we decide that's _really_ what we want to do, you should be
there."

She nodded silently.

"I think that would work better. Then if you get upset or
anything, we don't have to do it."

"You don't mind?" she asked.

I quickly shook my head. "Of course not." In reality, I _did_
mind, but only a little. I'm ashamed to admit that I was looking
forward to a deep throat blowjob from Susan. But none of my
thoughts reached my expression. "If she wants to do anything," I
said evenly, "I'll just explain it to her."

"Thanks."

I put my arms around Gina and kissed her forehead. "No thanks
needed. It's not a favor I'm doing for you. It's something I'm
doing because that's what couples do: they trust each other, they
respect each other's desires, and they discuss things."

She put her arms around me and hugged me tight. "I love you _so_
much," she said softly.

"And I love you."

"Thank you, Paul," she whispered.

"You're welcome."

-----

At Susan's house, I knocked on the kitchen door. She opened it a
few moments later, smiling as she did. She wasn't wearing her
bikini bottoms, and I had to consciously will myself not to
become aroused when I saw her smooth pussy.

"Hi," she said. "C'mon in."

I stepped past her into the dry coolness of the kitchen. After
the heat and humidity, it was a welcome relief.

"What brings you here?" she asked. "Why aren't you at the lake?"

"Gina and Kendall are by themselves, I'm not really in the mood
to hang around with Manfred and Jenny, and I wanted to talk to
you."

"Okay," she said. "Did you want to have a serious talk or just a
friendly chat?"

"Maybe a little of both?"

She smiled and turned toward the living room. "Can I get you
anything to drink?"

When I shook my head, she kept walking. We seated ourselves on
the couch and she looked at me expectantly.

"Well, first off, thanks for recommending the glade," I said.

"I didn't really recommend anything," she said. "You figured it
all out on your own."

"Yeah, but thanks for letting us go there."

"You're welcome. You had a good time?"

I started to blush when I saw her impish smile.

"Good," she said simply.

For a moment, I was silent. I knew what I wanted to say, more or
less, but I didn't know where to begin. _Begin at the beginning,_
I thought. I took a deep breath and then I told her, in really
general terms, about our Friday picnic. I went into detail about
the conversations Gina and I had had about relationships. She
listened intently and only interrupted when she wanted
clarification.

After I finished talking about Friday, I told her about the
relationship conversation we'd had at the quarry. She nodded
approvingly when I told her my side of the discussion. Judging by
her reactions, I think she already knew a lot more about Gina
than I'd given her credit for.

When I mentioned that Gina liked girls, Susan merely nodded. She
didn't look surprised, nor did she look shocked. I began to
wonder just how much she talked with Gina's mom, and then I
remembered something she'd once said. More correctly, something
she'd _almost_ said.

She knew Gina's _mother!_ Another piece of the puzzle fell into
place. Susan had been swinging with my parents and Gina's
parents, so she must have known how Gina would act, based on how
Elizabeth acted. Why hadn't I seen it before?

"Was that it?" Susan asked.

I realized I'd been woolgathering. "Um, no. Sorry." I quickly
finished telling her about the conversation at the quarry.

She nodded. "That makes sense. But are you sure you're ready for
a relationship like that?" she asked.

"Maybe. But I really don't know."

"It takes maturity to admit that," she said softly.

I felt a mixture of pride and embarrassment wash over me.

"It does," she said. "Most guys your age would've just said
'great!' and had sex with whomever they wanted to."

"Yeah."

She looked at me piercingly for a moment longer. "There's
something else, isn't there?"

I nodded. "It's just that I don't know if Gina's ready for that
kind of relationship either."

She nodded and gestured for me to explain.

I told her about the conversation from a half-hour before. Since
it was fresher in my memory, I repeated it nearly word for word.

"It does sound like Gina's a little unsure herself. But you say
she trusts me?"

I nodded.

"That makes sense." She paused for a moment to think.

"Why do you say that makes sense?" I asked.

She looked up suddenly. "Hmm?"

"Why does it make sense that Gina trusts you?" I asked.

"It makes sense because her mother and I talk to each other," she
said. "A lot like your mother and I talk. Only, it's a little
different between me and your mom. Because of you."

"Oh."

"And Gina's known about my involvement with her parents for a
while now."

"How long?" I asked sharply.

"Oh, less than a year, for sure. It was after last summer."

That synched with what Gina had told me, so my momentary
suspicion dissipated. But one thing was nagging at me. "How do
you know it was after last summer that she found out?" I asked.

"I've talked to her mother since then," she said patiently.

"Oh. Yeah. That makes sense."

"But also, I wasn't involved with her parents before last
summer."

I nodded absently, but then I thought about it. That didn't make
sense. "But her parents have been swinging with mine since they
first met. Right?"

She nodded, her eyes alight.

"And I saw you with them, the other night."

"Mmm hmm."

My mind frantically raced through the possibilities. "You mean
you didn't know about the Coulters' swinging before last summer?"
I asked.

"I didn't say that," she said, a smile in her voice.

I looked up suddenly.

"That's right," she said. "I knew about it, but I wasn't swinging
with them before last summer."

"Why did things change last summer?" I asked.

She looked at me calmly.

_What had been different about last summer?_ I wondered. Had
something happened? Maybe the Coulters had asked her to join
them? Had my parents? Why hadn't she been swinging before last
summer? "You weren't swinging before last summer?" I asked. "At
all?" Somehow, I found that hard to believe.

"I didn't say that either," she said, her eyes twinkling.

"So you _were_ swinging before last summer?"

"Yes and no."

_Yes and no? What kind of answer was that?_ "What's that supposed
to mean?"

"I _had_ been swinging before last summer, but not for a long
time."

"Oh."

"Something happened last summer," she said musingly. "And I
decided maybe I'd been by myself for too long."

"Oh. So what happened last summer?" It never occurred to me that
she might want to keep it private.

She merely smiled benignly.

"What?" I asked, suddenly a little self-conscious.

"Sometimes you're so mature," she said, smiling. "And other
times, you're... still struggling."

"What am I struggling about?" I asked a little petulantly.

"What do _you_ think happened to change my mind last summer?"

"How should I know? I mean, I don't know everything that happened
to you last summer. As a matter of fact, the only thing I _do_
know about what you did last summer was--" My jaw dropped.

She grinned.

"You mean...?"

She cocked her head to the side and her expression invited me to
continue.

"Me?" I asked, my mouth suddenly dry.

"Mmm hmm."

I worked my jaw a couple of times and then shut my mouth with a
clomp.

"For a long time, I was alone."

"But you had Kirk and Doug," I said.

"Not alone like that," she said.

"Oh." My face and ears suddenly heated.

"Mmm hmm. I hadn't been with anyone, sexually, for a long time."

"Until me?" I croaked. Suddenly, it felt like I'd had a _huge_
responsibility, and the magnitude of it hit me like a blow.

She nodded. "Until you."

"Why?"

She shrugged. "I was raising the boys. And after Jack was
killed..."

"Oh," I said quickly. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to..."

"It's all right," she said. "I know you didn't mean any harm."
She swallowed hard and took a deep breath. "After Jack was
killed, your parents took care of me."

I didn't remember any of this. I had been much too young when her
husband was shot down.

"My father helped too, but if it hadn't been for your mom, I
would've just shut myself in my room and wasted away." She paused
for a moment and stared off into space, remembering. Then she
looked away for a moment before continuing. "The other squadron
wives helped, but it was really your mom who saved me. Well, her
and my children. I had to take care of the boys."

I nodded silently.

She blinked a few times to clear her eyes and then stared at her
hands. "For about a year after Jack was killed, I didn't have sex
at all. After that, I tried..." She looked preoccupied for a
moment.

When she looked at me once more, I could see the pain of loss in
her eyes.

"I tried to go back to the way things had been," she said. "Your
dad helped a lot too, but things weren't the same. Whenever I was
with your mom and dad--"

"Do you mean _with_ with? As in...?" I mentally castigated myself
for interrupting.

She nodded. "Anytime I was with your mom and dad, I couldn't help
but think of Jack." She shrugged introspectively. "So I just
stopped trying to recapture that part of my life."

"I'm so sorry," I said.

"It's all right," she said with a forced, sad smile. "It happened
a long time ago."

"That doesn't make it any easier," I said.

She shook her head. "No, it doesn't." Then she took a deep breath
and wiped the corners of her eyes. "So I was alone for a long
time, until you came along. I don't know what it was about you.
Maybe you reminded me of Jack..." She paused to clear her throat.

I suddenly felt the need to study my hands.

"Maybe you reminded me of Jack," she said, her voice unwavering.
"Maybe you made me feel desirable again, or maybe... Well, I don't
really know."

I looked up and nodded.

She took a deep breath and then smiled. Her smile was tinged with
sadness, but it held a kernel of genuine happiness, and hope. "So
I decided to get busy living, and you made it wonderful."

"I'm glad," I said.

"Thank you, Paul. That's one of the reasons you're so special to
me. You... you made me feel alive again." She smiled affectionately
and then continued. "So last summer, while you were busy with
Gina, Stacy, and Kendall, I decided to try to get back into a
lifestyle I used to enjoy very much. You and Stacy made me
remember how much that part of my life meant to me. And I'll
always love you for that." She looked at me fondly. "For that,
and more."

I put my hand on her thigh and squeezed gently.

She set her hand on top of mine and took a deep, thoughtful
breath. "Now," she said firmly, changing the subject, "back to
the original topic."

I nodded. "Back to the original topic."

"It sounds like Gina might like the idea of sharing you with
another girl," she said, "but she's still a bit afraid of the
reality of it."

"That's what I figured," I said.

"And she probably doesn't like the idea of you being with another
woman if she's not around."

I nodded.

"It seems like she's not very secure in her feelings yet."

"Yeah," I said.

"Give her time, Paul. In many ways, she's a lot less mature than
you are."

"I know. But that doesn't make it any easier."

"Do you _want_ to have sex with another woman?" Susan asked
shrewdly.

I couldn't help but blush. "Yeah, maybe."

"With me?"

"Uh-huh."

She grinned.

"I was kinda looking forward to you taking me all the way into
the back of your throat," I said.

"Maybe some other time," she said reasonably, "when Gina's more
comfortable with your relationship. Was there anyone else?" she
asked, her eyes twinkling.

"Um... yeah... maybe."

"Maybe a certain person whose initials are Kendall Payton?"

When I looked up, her grin was infectious, and I found myself
grinning as well. "Yeah."

"Is Gina attracted to Kendall?"

I nodded with certainty.

"Does Gina trust Kendall?"

"I think so," I said. "She seems like she does."

"If you and Gina both want to have sex with another girl, you
need to find someone you both trust. More for Gina than you."

"Why?"

"Because I think you have the capacity to separate love and sex.
I don't know if Gina does yet."

"Oh," I said. "That makes sense."

"So it needs to be someone whom Gina trusts completely, and whom
you trust not to take things too far if Gina can't handle seeing
you with another girl. You know, someone who won't pursue you and
make Gina jealous."

"Someone like you?" I asked.

She shook her head. At my dejected sigh, she grinned. "I was
thinking of someone closer to your own age. Someone Gina trusts
even more than me."

"Who?" I asked. "Kendall?"

"No," she said slowly.

"Who then? Gina wants to join us, so it'll have to be a girl who
likes other girls. Stacy?"

"Does Gina trust Stacy?"

I nodded, but then shook my head. "Not enough, I don't think."

"Then who _does_ she trust enough?"

"I dunno," I said sullenly.

"Oh, I think you do."

"Who?" When an answer wasn't immediately forthcoming, I thought
about it for a minute. Finally, I looked up to find her smiling.

"The girl needs to be someone Gina trusts," she said.

I nodded.

"The girl needs to like other girls, too."

I nodded again.

"And she needs to be someone who isn't going to try to steal you
from Gina if things don't work out," she said.

"Yeah."

"I can think of a girl who fits that description," she said,
trying not to smirk.

"I can't," I said.

"Oh, I think you can. Perhaps a girl Gina's... um... very close to."

I looked at her blankly.

"A girl she's already had sex with?" When I still looked
confused, she smiled and finally let me off the hook. "A girl
like Kara."

I stared at her in growing shock. "Kara?"

"Mmm hmm."

"Hold on a second," I said suddenly. "How do you know about Gina
and Kara?"

Her grin was insufferably smug. "I know all sorts of things," she
said cryptically.

I wanted to smack myself in the forehead. "You talk to her mom,"
I said. Sometimes I have a knack for stating the obvious.

"Mmm hmm."

"How does Gina's mom know about her and her sister? Never mind,"
I said quickly. "That's beside the point. You think we should
invite Kara to join us?" I asked incredulously.

"Perhaps. I think it's an option. You and Gina can discuss it."

I shook my head. "No way. I can't ask my girlfriend if her sister
can have sex with us."

"Why not?" she asked.

"I just couldn't."

"That's not an answer," she scolded me gently.

"I just don't think I could do it."

"What if Gina likes the idea?"

I didn't have a good answer for that. Could I really ask her if
Kara could join us? Did I even want to have sex with Kara? That
answer to that question was easy: yes. But how would Gina feel
about me having sex with her sister? Would she enjoy watching us,
or would she be jealous?

Susan and I talked for a little while longer, but my mind was a
million miles away. I was thinking about watching Gina and Kara
sixty-nine while I had sex with one of them. It was all I could
do to not get an erection. Finally, Susan politely mentioned that
she needed to get back to her housecleaning. I absentmindedly
said goodbye and headed back to the lake, lost in my own little
world.

-----

The rest of the afternoon and evening, I was a little
preoccupied. Gina, Kendall, and I played Scrabble in the
clubhouse after dinner. Since my mind wasn't on the game, I had
trouble even coming up with simple words. I think at one point,
all I could come up with was "cat".

Clearly, my mind was on other things. Did I want to have sex with
Gina and Kendall at the same time? Yes. Did I think Gina was
ready to see me with Kendall? No. That meant I'd have to consider
Susan's idea. But did I really want to ask Gina about having sex
with her and her sister?

Yes.

No.

Yes, but I was afraid of her reaction.

Worse, all the thoughts about sex had me incredibly horny. After
Kendall barely won the second game (Gina had won the first, by
something like two points), Gina and I headed down to the lake
for a "walk." Kendall politely declined to join us. I'm sure she
could tell by the look in my eyes what I was really interested
in, and it certainly wasn't walking.

Gina was a bit surprised by my eagerness, but she quickly got
worked up. On the far shore of the lake, by the shallow end, I
had her kneel in front of me. I came only a few minutes after she
started sucking me, and I could tell she was a little
disappointed. I didn't go soft, however, and quickly moved behind
her.

As I was thrusting into her pussy and gripping her upturned hips,
I wondered if Kara would look the same when I was fucking her. I
immediately felt guilty for having the thought. I _tried_ not to
think of Kara while I was having sex with Gina, but the image was
overpoweringly erotic. I imagined looking down and seeing Gina's
face between Kara's legs, licking her sister's pussy.

I'd planned on coming in Gina's mouth, but I was so caught up in
my fantasy that I erupted before I even had time to think about
pulling out. I gripped her waist and shuddered in release,
pouring myself into her tight pussy. When I finally regained my
senses, I sat back and took a deep, ragged breath. What had I
been thinking?!

Gina turned around and cleaned my shrinking penis, licking our
combined juices from my shaft. My mind was warring between self-
recriminations and images of Gina and Kara. Eventually, Gina had
me cleaned off and knelt in front of me. She wrapped her arms
around me and lifted her lips for a kiss. When I pulled back from
the kiss, I looked down at her with surprise and a little
chagrin.

"You didn't come," I said, somewhat bewildered.

She looked at me funny. "Yes I did, silly. I came right before
you did. Don't you remember?"

"Oh, yeah," I said. I hadn't even noticed.

What had I been thinking?!

-----

On Monday, Gina and Kendall joined me after breakfast. Manfred
looked a little embarrassed, and Jenny practically dragged him
toward the sand volleyball court a little later. She must have
been on her period, because she was wearing a pair of bikini
bottoms. I figured that Manfred's day probably wasn't going to
get much better.

I shook my head in sympathy. I certainly knew how he was feeling.
It hadn't been that long ago that _I'd_ had an unreasonably
angry, hormonally charged girlfriend on my hands. I hoped he
would survive.

After a while, the girls and I headed down to the lake and
shamelessly monopolized the main raft. Once we'd comfortably
ensconced ourselves on the warm canvas, we relaxed and enjoyed
the sun. Unfortunately, the day was particularly hot, and the
humidity was brutal. Every so often, one of us would slip into
the water to cool off.

About an hour before lunch, we all rose at the same time,
intending to take a quick dip in the coolness of the lake. The
water was incredibly refreshing, and I found myself
surreptitiously admiring the girls' floating breasts and cold-
hardened nipples. Eventually, I hoisted myself back onto the raft
before the girls and then enjoyed helping them climb up. I easily
lifted each girl, and took the opportunity to appreciate their
tanned, water-bejeweled bodies. Kendall's fading tan lines
inevitably drew my eyes to her breasts and trimmed bush. I'm sure
she noticed, but she didn't say anything.

"I sure hope Jenny gets in a better mood," I said when we all lay
back down.

"Well," Gina said, "I know how I get before my period. Grouch,
with a capital G."

I merely nodded.

Kendall gazed at me, undoubtedly looking for a reaction to the
"girl stuff" turn the conversation had taken. When she realized I
accepted it with equanimity, she said, "I don't get all that
grouchy."

"You're lucky," Gina said.

"And so are the guys around you," I said, grinning.

Gina elbowed me in the ribs, but grinned as well.

"Yeah," Kendall said. "I _am_ lucky, in one sense. But I do get
really bad cramps."

Gina shook her head in commiseration. "My friend Lisa has bad
cramps. Sometimes they're so bad she'll miss a day of school."

"It's not fun," Kendall said. "That's for sure."

Both girls shook their heads and were silent for a moment, so I
decided to change the subject. "Do y'all wanna play volleyball
after lunch?" I asked. "I'm sure we could get a game going."

Gina quickly shook her head. "Not in this heat. Why don't we see
if anyone wants to play Marco Polo?"

I nodded, but Kendall was quiet.

"Um... I don't really know how to play," she said.

"You're kidding, right?" I asked.

She shook her head. "No one invited me before. I've seen you all
play, but I never paid enough attention."

"You know," I said slowly, "you should've spoken up long before
you did last summer."

"Yeah, you should've," Gina added.

"Well, you, Paul, and Manfred always seemed to doing something by
yourselves."

"That's 'cause we thought you were a lot older than us," I said.

Gina nodded. "And, well, we didn't know how nice you were."

"Thanks," Kendall said. "Most of the years before, I really hated
coming to camp, because there was no one for me to talk to."

Gina and I nodded.

"This year," she said with a shy grin, "I couldn't wait to get
here. I was really looking forward to seeing you two."

"And we're glad you're here, too," Gina said. "I know _I_ was
looking forward to you getting here. And maybe Paul was looking
forward to it even more than I was," she said teasingly. "See?
He's blushing."

They both grinned at me.

"Yeah," I said. "I'm glad you're here." I looked into her eyes
and she started to tear up. "Hey, what's the matter?" I asked
softly.

She blinked back the tears and smiled. "I'm just so happy I
worked up the courage to talk to you two. You're the greatest
friends in the world."

"Well," Gina said humbly, "I don't know about _that_, but we
try."

"You're perfect," Kendall said. She wiped the corners of her eyes
and sniffled, smiling happily.

"C'mon," I said a few minutes later. "Let's go get some lunch."

"You wanna eat with us?" Gina asked Kendall.

"Sure! I mean, yeah, that'd be nice. Lemme stop by the Winnie and
tell my mom. Okay?"

"Okay," Gina and I chorused.

On the way up the hill, I quickly explained the rules of Marco
Polo. "It's basically tag," I said.

Kendall nodded.

"Whoever's 'it' has to keep their eyes closed. When they call out
'Marco,' everyone else has to say 'Polo.' And no whispering or
anything like that. You've gotta use your normal voice." I
grinned at Gina. "Or, if you're a long way away from whoever's
'it,' you can yell, just to taunt them."

"Like _someone_ I know," Gina said acerbically.

I grinned unrepentantly and continued. "If you're 'it,' you've
got to swim around and try to tag someone. Everyone else has to
stay in the water, though. Although," I said with a sideways
glance at Gina, "you can crouch on the edge of the lake and keep
your fingers in the water."

"_Also_ like someone I know," she said.

"Some people," I said loftily, "just aren't familiar with the
subtleties of the game." I looked down my nose at Gina. "Now, I'm
not going to say _who_, but I will tell you that she's short, has
black hair, and is very cute."

Kendall grinned at us both.

"And _some_ people," Gina said, "who shall also remain nameless,
but whose muscles have obviously turned his brain to mush, like
to cheat at a game as simple as Marco Polo and then hide behind
nonsense like 'the subtleties of the game.'"

"I am _not_ cheating," I said testily.

"Are too," Gina replied with an insufferable grin.

We'd had this discussion a couple of times, and she liked teasing
me. She did the same things I did, but I was just better at the
game than she was. I knew she didn't really mind, but she did
like teasing me.

"Excuse me," I said to Kendall. Before Gina could escape, I
scooped her into my arms and then draped her over my shoulder. I
turned back to Kendall, who was looking at me in surprise. "Go
tell your mom you're gonna have lunch with us." Gina started
squirming, so I gave her a playful swat on her upturned bottom.
"Are PB&J sandwiches okay?" I asked Kendall.

Her eyes glittered as she smiled and nodded.

"Paul, put me down!" Gina said tersely.

I affected surprise and turned around. "Did you hear something,
Kendall?" I asked in feigned bewilderment. I turned the other
direction quickly, causing Gina to groan. "I could _swear_ I
heard someone say something."

Kendall covered her mouth with her hand and giggled.

Gina squirmed again. "Paul!"

I shrugged expressively. "Oh well," I said. "I dunno. It sounded
like Gina, but I don't see her. I'm sure I'll find her sooner or
later." I gave Gina another playful swat and she shrieked. "We'll
see you in a few minutes," I said to Kendall.

With that, I turned toward the clubhouse. At the small cement
porch, I set Gina down. Before she could upbraid me, I pulled her
close and kissed her soundly.

"You're not gonna get out of the doghouse that easily," she said
archly.

No one was in sight, so I kissed her again, pulling her body
against mine.

"No fair," she said breathlessly, a few moments later.

"All's fair in love and war."

"And which is this?"

"Love," I said insouciantly. I kissed her again and she eagerly
responded.

"You fight dirty," she said when we broke the kiss. She licked
her lips, her eyes still closed.

"And you _like_ it that way."

"Mmmmm." She opened her eyes and stared into mine.

"I love you," I said.

"I love you too." This time, she playfully swatted _me_ on the
behind. "Now, let's go make lunch."

I nodded and then opened the door for her.

-----

We had an enjoyable but exhausting game of Marco Polo that
afternoon, with almost all the teenagers, a few of the older
"young kids," and even some of the dads. Kendall picked up the
game easily, and had a lot of fun. Manfred and Jenny even got
into the mix, and seemed to loosen up around Kendall.

Later that evening, Gina wanted some time alone with me. Kendall
nodded in understanding and headed up to her camper. About dusk,
Gina and I walked down to the lake and then turned onto the
nature walk by the spillway. The clearing was deserted when we
got there.

"This place doesn't really hold a lot of good memories," Gina
said. "I thought we should maybe make some new ones."

"What did you have in mind?" _As if I didn't know._

She tilted her head up and I kissed her.

After a few minutes of slow kisses, we sat on one of the benches.

"I'm sure I can think of something," she said, her voice low and
sultry. She bent to my lap and sucked my semi-hard penis into her
mouth.

I put my hand on the back of her head as she started slowly
bobbing up and down. With her right hand, she cupped my balls and
gently kneaded them. Her lips on my shaft felt incredibly good,
and it was all I could do not to come too quickly.

A couple of times, she pulled off my dick and rubbed it over her
face, spreading my pre-come and her saliva on her cheeks and
chin. She seemed to enjoy the feeling of my manhood against her
skin as much as I enjoyed having it there. I don't know why, but
it was incredibly arousing whenever she rubbed me against her
smooth cheeks.

She started sucking again, and a few minutes later, I sensed my
orgasm approaching. Gina felt me begin to tense up, so she took
me as far back into her throat as she could and then started
dragging her taut lips along my length. It wasn't long before I
was ready to explode.

With a groan, I gripped her head and erupted. After she swallowed
my come, I pulled her up to sit in my lap. We started kissing and
I fondled her breasts, gently pulling and teasing her nipples.
For fifteen long, delicious minutes, we slowly fooled around, our
passion mounting.

When I reached between her legs, I found her very wet and very
hot. She reached for my resurgent erection, but I shook my head
and grinned. I gently prodded her to her feet and then stood as
well. When I bent her over the bench, she quickly got the idea.

I entered her from behind and she groaned. Once I'd seated myself
in her tight pussy, I gripped her waist and ground my pelvis
against her. She groaned again as I began thrusting. Then I
captured a dangling breast in each hand and rolled her nipples
between thumb and forefinger.

I took my time, thrusting into her slowly and completely burying
myself within her steamy depths. Whenever I felt my orgasm
approaching, I slowed my pace or stopped thrusting entirely. Her
legs began to quiver, so I moved one hand down her stomach and
played with her clit. Almost immediately, she groaned and started
trembling, her climax imminent.

When she came, I lodged myself deep inside her, gripping her hips
as she bucked against me. As her orgasm slowly subsided, I began
thrusting again. It wasn't long before I was ready to come as
well, so I increased my pace.

"Come in my mouth," she said abruptly.

I looked up in confusion, a fog of lust clouding my thoughts.
"What?"

"Come in my mouth," she said urgently. "I want you to come in my
mouth."

Without waiting for my answer, she pulled off my cock and turned
around. As soon as she sat on the bench, her lips locked around
my slippery member. I stepped toward her and put one foot on the
wood of the bench seat. She eagerly licked her juices from my
cock as she sucked me.

Then I put my hands on the back of her head and held her in place
while I thrust my hips. She put her hands on my hips to guide my
pace as I fucked her mouth. When she moaned in ecstasy, the
vibration set me off. With a grunt, I blasted a huge jet of semen
over her tongue. She swallowed quickly, but the next spurt was
close behind. I closed my eyes and arched my back, shooting my
sperm into her willing mouth.

When I finally looked down and released my grip on her head, she
pulled back. Shiny tracks of my come ran down the sides of her
chin, and she had a few pearly drops on her firm breasts. She
quickly cleaned the crown of my dick and then started wiping the
escaped liquid from her skin. After she'd sucked her fingers
clean, she looked up at me and smiled.

"Thank you _very_ much," she said.

"Um... my pleasure."

"Mmmmm, yes." She reached out and recaptured my shrinking member.
With a happy sigh, she started suckling as it slowly deflated.

I leaned heavily on my propped-up leg and enjoyed the sensations
as she tongued and gently sucked me. _Good memories indeed,_ I
thought.

-----

A while later, we were cuddling on the bench. The night was still
hot and humid, but I didn't mind as long as Gina was tucked next
to me. I _was_ looking forward to a late-night swim before
heading up the hill for my curfew, however. _One more day,_ I
thought, _and then I'll be back to my normal midnight curfew. I
_always_ come up with a punishment that's too severe!_

Gina was idly running her finger over my thighs, occasionally
circling the tip of my limp penis. We were mostly quiet, enjoying
the sounds of the spillway stream and the crickets. Occasionally,
she would kiss my chest and sigh gently. I liked having her next
to me. It somehow felt _right_.

"I really like Kendall," Gina said softly, breaking our
comfortable silence.

"Mmm hmm. Me too."

"No," she said. "You don't understand. I really _like_ Kendall."

I'd suspected as much. At first, I wondered how Gina could
suddenly be attracted to Kendall, but then I started putting
things together. I replayed scenes of Gina and Kendall together,
scenes from the past two days. And then it occurred to me that
Gina had had a lot longer to think about this than I realized.
Like mine, her feelings for Kendall had probably been simmering
for the past year. So it made sense that she'd be attracted to
Kendall. But I didn't want to make it seem like _I_ was eager to
have sex with Kendall, so I acted surprised. "Oh. You mean...?"

She nodded. "Yeah. Like that."

"Oh."

"And she's got it really bad for you," she said. "But she's
trying not to show it. I guess that's what really cinched it for
me. You know?"

I nodded silently.

"I think she's in love with you. I've seen the way she looks at
you when she thinks I'm not looking. But she really doesn't want
to me to know, because she likes me, and she probably doesn't
want to hurt my feelings."

"She's like that," I said. "She really does like you. She also
respects you. And she respects our relationship."

"Mmm hmm." She laughed softly. "You should've seen her face
yesterday when she saw your hard-on after you rubbed oil on her."

"It wasn't really a hard-on," I said defensively.

"It was hard enough."

"Yeah, I guess you're right. But it's 'cause you were talking
about trimming your pubic hair."

"Mmm, maybe. It was also because you had your hands on her
slippery body."

I remained mute.

"That's okay," she said. "I liked watching you do it. Only, I
kinda wished it was me."

"I rubbed you before I rubbed her," I said. "Oh, you mean _you_
wanted to rub oil on her."

"Yeah. I mean, I don't really wanna touch every girl I see," she
said quickly. "It's just that her body's so different." She
laughed ruefully. "And you're right, smart _is_ sexy. Jenny's a
nice girl, when she's not being bitchy before her period, but
she's not smart like Kendall."

"You're not attracted to Jenny?"

She shook her head. "For the same reasons you're not. Although
talking to Kendall made me realize why. I mean, it's not like
Jenny's exactly ugly. She could be a model or something, like her
mom was. I thought you were lying when you said you weren't
attracted to her."

I shook my head.

"I know you wouldn't lie to me, but I thought you might've been
fibbing a little, to protect my feelings. But when I look at
Jenny, I see just another girl. I don't get... um... tingly inside, I
guess I'd call it."

"It's different with Kendall, isn't it?" I asked gently.

"Yeah, it is. And I didn't know why until I talked to her,
yesterday and then today. It's like you said, she challenges me.
She makes me think." She laughed again, low and short. "You were
right about that. As usual." She kissed my chest again and took a
deep breath.

I hugged her tight and she sighed happily.

"Um...," she said hesitantly.

I could feel the tension building within her.

"Do you think... maybe... I mean... we don't have to if you don't want
to, but..."

"Yes?" I asked patiently.

"Could we maybe try it with Kendall?" she asked tentatively.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

She nodded. "I really want to. And I think she likes you enough
that she'd have sex with you. I mean, I'm pretty sure she's in
love with you. And God, I would _love_ to watch you have sex with
her."

I nodded to myself. I was pretty sure Kendall would have sex with
me too, _if_ I weren't involved with Gina. Since Gina and I were
together, would she still be interested? Would she share me with
Gina? For that matter, was _Gina_ ready to share me? "Well," I
said hesitantly, "there's something we might need to talk about
first."

She sat up anxiously. "What? You know I love you. I'll do
anything you want me to."

I quickly nodded and pulled her close again.

Instead of snuggling under my arm, she scooted next to me and
looked up fearfully.

I decided to bite the bullet. I didn't know if I would bring up
Susan's idea of Kara joining us, but I knew we needed to address
the issue of another girl before we even talked about Kendall in
particular. "Are you sure you're ready to see me with another
girl?" I asked.

"Uh-huh. If you want me to, I mean."

"See, that's just it," I said soothingly. "This time, it's not
about me. It's about you. It's not what _I_ want, it's what you
want. And it's about what you're ready for."

"You don't think I'm ready?" she asked, tears in her voice.

I shook my head. "I think you _want_ to be ready. I think it
excites you to imagine seeing me with another girl. But are you
_really_ ready? Think about it before you answer," I admonished
her gently. "Don't tell me what you think I want to hear. Think
about it and tell me what you honestly feel."

She dutifully thought about it, for a lot longer than I initially
thought she would have.

I could feel the turmoil within her.

"I want to be," she said at last. "But I also get a little scared
when I think of you with another girl."

"Uh-huh."

She sniffled and wiped her eyes. "I guess I think, 'what if she's
prettier than me?' or 'what if she's better than me?'"

I turned toward her and looked at her earnestly. Then I took her
hands in mine. "Do you remember one of the first times we were
together, when we were on your porch? I told you that you were
beautiful, and you asked me what I liked best about you?"

She shrugged and then sniffled.

"I kinda used it as a cheap excuse to feel you up," I said. That
made her grin, so I continued. "But I touched each part of you
and said something like, 'I could say I liked your breasts' or 'I
could say it's your legs.' Stuff like that."

"Oh yeah," she said warmly. "I remember that." She sighed
pleasantly at the memory.

"Do you remember what I said I liked best?"

She nodded. "You said I was beautiful on the inside too."

"Mmm hmm. What makes you special, what makes me love you, isn't
what your body looks like, and it's not whether or not you're
'good enough' when we have sex. You're great, by the way."

She grinned bashfully.

"What makes me love you is _who you are_, on the inside. It's
your brains _and_ your body, and how you make me feel with both.
It's the way you take care of me and try to make me happy. It's
the way you fix me PB&J sandwiches, and you make sure to spread
just as much peanut butter as I like, but not too much."

She grinned again.

"I know that sounds silly, but it's little things like that. It's
a _lot_ of little things like that. _Those_ are the things I love
about you, that make you so special. It doesn't have to do with
just how good the sex is, or just how beautiful your body is," I
said sincerely. "So you don't have to worry about losing me
because of some other girl."

She looked like she wanted to believe me, but she was still a
little unsure.

I decided to go for broke. I needed to convince her that she
meant something to me, that what we had was more than physical. I
didn't need to do it because I wanted to have sex with Kendall or
Kara, either. I needed to do it for _her_, for Gina. She needed
to know I loved her unconditionally, and I always would. "I want
you to think about something," I said.

She nodded pensively.

"I love you. You know that, right?"

She nodded again, with more certainty.

Did I really want to go through with what I was about to do? I
decided I probably needed to. "When you first got to camp," I
said, "and then you... um... how did you put it? When you had your
'weeklong lapse of sanity,' I still had sex with Stacy. You knew
that, right?"

"Yes," she said heavily.

"Stacy's got a great body, you said so yourself."

"Uh-huh."

"And she's..." _Do I _really_ want to say this? I mean _really_
really? I guess I need to,_ I thought. "She's... well, she's..." I
took a deep breath. "How do I put this delicately? Well," I said
honestly, "I enjoy having sex with her." I could feel the tension
coursing through Gina's shoulders. "But despite that," I said
quickly, and with conviction, "I'd rather be with you. If had to
choose, right now, between you or Stacy, I'd choose you without a
second thought."

She smiled nervously.

"I mean it. I'm _that_ serious about it. I wouldn't even think
twice about the choice. And you know I'd never hurt you by
talking about sex with someone else, but you need to know. What
you're afraid of, it's already happened, and you've got nothing
to worry about."

She thought about that for a second.

"I've already had sex with another girl, while I still thought of
you as my girlfriend, more or less."

"Uh-huh."

"And the week before last, I was feeling a _lot_ less in love
with you than I am now. Even then, when I was with Stacy, I knew
you were the girl I wanted. I was in love with you, but I was
with another girl. I didn't think it was possible, but now I'm
even more in love with you. I _know_ I can have sex with another
girl and still love you. I know that no other girl is going to
break us up--no beautiful body or great sex will ever come
between us--because what we have is so much more than that. Does
that make sense?"

She nodded slowly.

I could see that she still had a lot to think about, but at least
she was _thinking_ about it instead of getting angry. "Here's
something else to think about. We'll have to discuss it sooner or
later, so it might as well be now."

When she looked up, her eyes were full of unshed tears. But she
had a determined look on her face.

"I could easily fall in love with Kendall." _There,_ I thought.
_I said it._ "But before you get worried, think about this." When
she nodded, I continued. "I was in love with Amy, too. In a way,
I still am. But just like with Stacy, if I had to choose between
you or Amy, right now, I'd choose you without hesitation."

She looked relieved and worried at the same time.

"So you see, I've already faced the choice I might have to make
with Kendall. I loved Amy, but I wanted to be with you. I could
fall in love with Kendall, but I know I'll want to be with you.
I've already decided what I want, _who_ I want, and it's you."

"How do you _know_, though? How can you be so sure?"

"Do you love me?" I asked.

She nodded quickly, her face a mask of confusion at the abrupt
question.

"How do you know?"

"I... I just know," she said quietly.

"It's the same with me. I just know. I just know that you're who
I want. I may have sex with other girls, _we_ may have sex with
other girls, but I know I love you. How do I know? How can I be
so sure? I don't know, really. But I know I _do_ know. I know I
_am_ sure. Just like you're sure you love me."

We were silent for several long, agonizing minutes. I could see
her working through what I'd said. I could _feel_ her working
through what I'd said. Time drew out like a knife, and I focused
on each of her facial expressions and physical reactions. I
willed myself to relax, but it was no use. Had I said too much?
Had I shocked her too badly? What if she got angry about me
mentioning Stacy? Or Amy? What if she...?

"I guess it makes sense," she said. "I trust you." She paused and
then nodded. "I love you, and I know you love me, but I'm still
afraid. I want to see you with another girl. I want to share you
with another girl. It gets me really excited. But it also scares
me."

"I know," I said gently. "I knew yesterday afternoon."

"How?" she asked.

I shrugged. "I had an inkling about it, but when I talked to
Susan, she said the same thing."

"She did?"

"Mmm hmm. She's a pretty smart woman," I said.

"Yeah. Mom likes her a lot too."

"Mmm hmm. She knew you might _want_ to have another girl join us,
but you might not be ready for it. Not yet."

She nodded.

"She... um..." _Do I really want to go through with this? Could I
really mention Kara?_ "She had a suggestion," I said without
inflection.

Gina looked up hopefully.

"She said that if we both want to have sex with another girl, we
need to find someone we both trust. More for you than for me," I
said.

She nodded. "Yeah, that makes sense."

"She said we need to find a girl whom you trust completely. A
girl who won't take things too far and keep going if you can't...
um... if you can't handle things."

"Yeah," she said, relief evident in her voice.

"And we need to find a girl who won't try to steal me away from
you. A girl you'd _trust_ not to try to break us up."

She nodded intently.

"We should probably also choose a girl who likes other girls," I
said at last. "So you can see what it's like to be with me and
another girl at the same time."

"Yeah," she said longingly.

"So we need to find a girl we both trust, who won't try to steal
me away from you, and who likes girls," I said. Then I waited
smugly for the inevitable series of questions she'd ask before
she figured it out. I'm ashamed to say I was feeling so superior
that I was almost preening.

"Kara," she said flatly.

When I heard her tone, my smugness vanished and I began to panic.
What if I'd been right after all and she got angry? What if...?

"She's perfect!"

_Huh? Did she just say what I think she said?_

"Susan's brilliant!"

"You like the idea?" I asked, somewhat flabbergasted.

"Of _course_ I like it. It's perfect. I know Kara would never in
a million years try to steal you away." Then she self-consciously
fidgeted for a moment. "And I know she likes girls."

I nodded.

"And she's been going nuts listening to me talk about you and how
you're a fantastic lover."

"You think I'm a--"

"She hasn't had sex with a guy since before we got here, so she's
ready to explode. God, whenever I tell her about you, or your
dick, or what you do to me, she almost drools."

I couldn't believe Gina's enthusiasm (or the level of detail she
shared with Kara). I was speechless.

"She's _perfect!_ Oh, my God, I can't wait to ask her."

"You really wanna ask Kara to join us?" I asked, trying to remain
calm. _What have I unleashed?_ I thought.

"Oh, yes. I can't wait to see you with her. I can't wait to lick
your come out of her pussy. Oh, my God! I can't wait for _her_ to
lick your come out of _my_ pussy." She practically bounced up and
down as she hugged my arm. "When can we ask her?"

"Um... right now, if you want," I said, still in shock.

To my surprise, she shook her head. Then she reached for my
flaccid penis and started stroking it. "Right now," she said, "I
want you to kiss me." Her lips met mine and she pressed her body
against me. When she pulled back, she sighed, deep in her chest.
"And after you're done kissing me, I want you to fuck me silly."

Who was I to argue?

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