By the time we reached the camp gate, Manfred and Jenny were making out again. Gina had helped me slip my shirt over my head and was snuggled next to me, her soft breast pressed against my bare skin. After nearly running the car off the road, we decided it was probably best for me to put my shorts back on.
Susan unlocked the gate and then pulled through. I followed, put the car in Park, and got out to relock the chain. Before I got back in the car, I discreetly slipped off my shorts and underwear. Gina smiled as I slid behind the wheel. She tucked herself next to me, and began gently playing with my dick.
“I missed this,” she said quietly.
Behind us, Manfred and Jenny were too wrapped up in each other to overhear.
“Me too,” I said.
I really didn’t know what to think about what had happened during the drive home. On a purely physical level, I’d certainly enjoyed myself. On an emotional level, I’d also enjoyed myself. But I also wondered if things were moving too fast.
After all, Gina had had a week to work through her feelings, and only the utter shock of the previous night had forced her to change her behavior or risk losing me. The previous night was still a raw wound for me, one that had barely begun to heal. Just thinking about her childish attitude made me a little angry.
But now she seemed to be genuinely repentant. I felt certain that I’d be able to tell if she were just pretending. What purpose could she have if she were pretending? None that I could see. Why rebuild trust with someone you’re not interested in? No reason. So I assumed her apology had been genuine and she honestly wanted to work things out.
That left me in a minor quandary, although it wasn’t an emotional one. Even the night before, when I’d still been fuming, I knew I loved her. But I didn’t want to appear to give in too quickly. I guess I didn’t want to send the signal that she could ride roughshod over me, regardless of the consequences, and I’d unconditionally forgive her.
I certainly didn’t want her to go overboard trying to make up for her behavior, but I also didn’t want her to think she could treat me the way she had and then simply fix everything by crying and saying she was sorry. An apology went a long way, but I guess I wanted to know that she wouldn’t do the same thing again. Unfortunately, there was no easy way to tell if she would or wouldn’t.
With a sigh of resignation, I carefully pulled the station wagon behind our cabin. Fortunately, we’d been driving with the windows open and it didn’t reek of sex. Besides, my parents were nowhere to be seen (we didn’t know what time we would return, so they weren’t waiting for us). I decided to leave the windows cracked, just in case.
As soon as I put the car in Park and turned off the engine, I slumped against the seat. During the drive home, I hadn’t realized how tired I was. I hadn’t slept well the night before, I’d gotten up early, then I’d worked hard all day. It wasn’t yet ten o’clock, but I was beat.
I pushed thoughts of how tired I was out of my mind and thought about Gina. I didn’t know what to do, and in a way, I didn’t know what I wanted. I wanted her, physically and emotionally, that much was certain. But I wanted the old Gina. Neither of us could go back in time, so we’d just have to see how things worked out.
“I can’t wait to take a shower,” Jenny said, interrupting my introspection.
Gina and I nodded in agreement.
“Hey,” Manfred said. “I’ve got a great idea.”
“Yeah?” I asked.
“Why don’t we all take a shower down at the clubhouse?”
“Yeah!” Jenny said enthusiastically. “That’d be cool!”
Was she on happy pills?! The girl was terminally upbeat. I shook my head in amazement as she and Manfred jumped out of the car and started walking toward the clubhouse.
“You want to?” Gina asked me quietly.
I sighed deeply. “No. Yes. I dunno.”
“I know what you mean.” She sounded like she was as tired as I was.
“I guess we probably should,” I said. “Just to be polite.”
“Yeah, I guess so. I’ll run up and get a towel from our cabin.”
I shook my head. “Let’s just use some of ours,” I said. “And I’ll get some soap and shampoo.”
I opened the car door and got out. Gina simply slid by the steering wheel and got out behind me. Then we grabbed towels and shower stuff from our cabin. Just as we headed down the hill to the clubhouse, we ran into my parents. They were walking down from the Coulters’ cabin.
“Everything go okay, son?” my dad asked.
I nodded wearily. “The car keys are on the dresser.”
“Did you kids have fun?” Mom asked.
Gina and I both nodded at once.
“You look tired,” Mom said.
“We’re going to go take a shower,” Gina said helpfully.
“Okay,” Mom said. “We’ll see you when you get back.”
I nodded. Gina looped her arm through mine and then we wearily continued down the hill.
When we got to the clubhouse, Manfred and Jenny were already in the communal shower. No one was near enough to see what was going on, so they were fooling around. Gina and I looked at each other and rolled our eyes. We pulled off our shoes and socks and joined them in the tiled area.
I moved to let Gina get under the stream first, but she tugged me in with her. Feeling her body that close made me tingle, despite my tiredness. Her eyes sparkled with excitement as well. After we both got wet, I washed quickly and then pulled her toward me.
While Manfred and Jenny played grab-ass under the shower stream, I gently lathered Gina’s hair and massaged the shampoo into her scalp. She groaned in pleasure and leaned against me. Her water-slick ass brushed against my limp penis, and she ground against me. In spite of my fatigue, I reacted predictably. I didn’t reach full erection, but anyone looking at me could have easily seen I was excited.
Manfred and Jenny stepped out of the shower area and grabbed their towels. I pushed Gina toward the spigot and rinsed her hair with the same care I’d washed it with. She looked over her shoulder and thanked me with a tired smile.
When we finished, I shut off the water while Gina reached for our towels. I dried off quickly and turned to wait for her. But while she was still towel-drying her hair, exhaustion finally got the best of me.
“Hey,” I said softly. “I’m gonna go sit on one of the couches for a minute or two.”
“Just for a minute, okay?”
“Okay,” she said. “I’ll be right over.”
I shuffled toward the couches and slumped onto one. I had a hard time holding my head up, so I folded my towel and put it on the armrest. With a sigh, I stretched out on the couch and rested my head on my damp, makeshift pillow.
I opened my eyes and tried to figure out where I was. Someone was shaking my shoulder. My vision was bleary, so I blinked my eyes to clear them. When I looked up, Mom smiled down at me. I was on the top bunk, what was she doing above me? Hold on a second, I thought, I’m not on my bunk. So where am I?
“Wake up, sweet pea,” she said. “It’s time to go to bed.”
I nodded and tried to get up, but something was holding my left arm down.
“Come on up to the cabin soon,” Mom said.
I nodded, still disoriented.
She smiled fondly and walked away.
Where was I? My eyes were finally clear enough to see, but the lights were dim. I looked around and slowly gathered my bearings.
I was in the clubhouse, lying on a couch. Why couldn’t I get up?
I was on my side and she was spooned in front of me, her head on my left arm (which had gone to sleep). My right hand rested comfortably on her stomach and she was sighing softly as she breathed. Her ass was nestled against my dick, so I blissfully let my sleep-fuddled brain imagine what it would be like to have sex with her in this position.
Reluctantly, very reluctantly, I dragged my thoughts back to more practical matters and lifted my left wrist. Prickling sensations surged through my forearm and hand as the blood returned to them. I squinted and checked the time, eleven forty-five. Uh-oh. I’d better get moving if I wanted to be home by midnight.
Instead of waking Gina immediately, I lifted my head and looked around. The back of the couch blocked most of my view, but I listened intently. When I didn’t see or hear anyone else, I laid my head back down.
With no one around to see, I ran my hand over Gina’s hip and then down her thigh. Her skin was soft, smooth, and warm. I pulled my hand back and let it rest on the point of her hip, simply luxuriating in the feeling of her body against me.
I grudgingly lifted my hand from her hip and gently shook her shoulder.
“Gina,” I whispered. “Wake up.”
She mumbled and shifted against me.
I shook her again, a little harder.
“Wake up, sleepy head,” I whispered.
“I’m ’wake,” she said softly, slowly.
I moved my hand back down to her hip as she yawned.
“Wha’ time izzit?” she mumbled.
“Gotta get home.”
“I’m so comfy here, though,” she said with a sigh.
I ran my fingers up her stomach to her rib cage. She lifted her arm to accommodate me, and I gently cupped her right breast. Because of their size, they sagged a little to the side, but not much. When I gently caressed her nipple, she put her hand over mine and snuggled back against me. Neither of us wanted to get up yet, so we merely lay there for a few minutes, the consequences of being late forgotten.
“You looked so comfy,” she said. “And I was so tired.”
“I hope you don’t mind that I joined you,” she said, a hint of anxiety creeping into her voice.
“No. I kinda like it.”
She sighed contentedly. “I could get used to this,” she said softly.
We dozed for a while, in that warm, wonderful limbo between asleep and awake. Her breathing grew slow and steady, but I could tell she wasn’t going back to sleep. I don’t know how I knew, but I felt her gathering her courage and preparing to speak.
“I really am sorry about how I behaved,” she said quietly.
She shook her head. “That’s not the point. Kara told me what I was doing. Mom told me, too. I didn’t want to listen to either of them.” She paused for a moment. “I hope you can forgive me.”
I nodded and kissed the back of her head, inhaling the scent of her clean, fresh hair. “I can,” I said. “I have.”
Suddenly, she rolled over to face me. Her body molded to mine, her breasts pressed against my chest.
“I’m sorry too,” I said. “I’m sorry about Amy.”
She nodded. “I understand. Now.”
“Good.” I kissed her nose.
She lifted her face and our lips connected. We shared a long, deep kiss, our tongues gently twined together. When she pulled back, she looked at me seriously.
“Um... do you... um... I mean... are you still...”
“Yes?” I prompted patiently.
“Do you still love me?” she asked timidly.
Ah, I thought to myself, the $64,000 question.
She waited, and I could feel the tension building within her.
“Yes,” I said firmly.
She swallowed hard and smiled in relief. Then she pressed herself against my chest. “I was so afraid you didn’t love me anymore,” she said after a moment.
“I still love you. I never stopped. But you don’t always make it easy for me,” I said.
“I love you, too. And I’ll try to make it easier.” She laughed tearfully and then looked at me with a serious expression. “Um... I don’t wanna sound too easy, but didn’t you promise to... um... take care of me?”
I arched an eyebrow at her. My memory was still a little fuzzy, and I had no idea what she was talking about.
“You know,” she whispered insistently. She pressed her hips against me and gyrated them.
I grinned as I Got It.
“I’m glad Susan taught you how to go down on a girl,” she said. “You’re really, really good. God, I get so wet just thinking—”
I shook my head. “Susan didn’t teach me that.”
She looked surprised.
“She likes girls?” she asked incredulously.
I nodded again.
Her eyes widened as her nostrils flared. “Kara,” she said heatedly, “is a rat.”
“She didn’t tell me Stacy liked girls too.”
“Kara and Stacy,” she said distractedly. “Saturday night. She didn’t tell me.”
“Saturday night? What happened Saturday night?”
She opened her mouth to speak, but the creak of the clubhouse door interrupted her.
It was my father. I smiled apologetically and struggled to sit up. “Over here, Dad.” When I lifted my head above the back of the couch to look at him, he tapped his watch. I pulled my arm out from under Gina and looked at my own watch. I grimaced and looked over the back of the couch. “I’m coming, Dad. Right now. Sorry.”
He nodded wordlessly and stepped through the door, into the night.
“What time is it?” Gina asked.
“My sentiments exactly.”
The nagging questions about Kara and Stacy suddenly deserted me. Gina and I stood quickly and then I grabbed her hand as we raced out of the clubhouse. We caught up with my dad as he walked back up the hill.
“I’m sorry, Dad.”
“I know, son. You’ve had a long day.”
“But that’s no excuse.”
“Go on,” he said. “Take Gina home and then come back to our cabin. We’ll talk in the morning.”
He didn’t sound angry, which I took as a good sign. Then again, he never sounded angry when he punished me, either...
Tentative conversations and troublesome, unanswered questions aside, I slept like a baby. The next morning, I got up and did my regular workout. After my shower, I waited for Mom and Erin to head down to the clubhouse. I knew Dad would want to talk to me, and there was no sense in shirking my responsibility. When he finished his shower, I was waiting for him.
“I’m sorry about last night, Dad. It won’t happen again.”
“What should you have done?” he asked.
“Um... Come home before midnight?”
He nodded. “And?”
“What were you doing that made you late?”
“Just talking,” I said quickly.
“Uh huh. And you couldn’t talk on our porch, or at Gina’s cabin?”
I looked at him blankly.
“Son, if you were talking, and you needed more time, you should’ve come up to the cabin and told us.”
I stared mutely.
“We want you home by midnight because we want you safe, and we want to know where you are. If you come and check in, we’ll let you have more time,” he said. “This isn’t prison, and you’re not a child.”
“You need to be responsible. Not only for your own sake, but for Gina’s too. Did you know that her father came looking for her last night? He came here first, obviously. How do you think it made me feel when I had to tell Chris I didn’t know why his daughter wasn’t home yet?”
“Um... not good?”
He nodded. “Not good is right, son. If you’d told us what you were doing, and told her parents, I’m sure you could have talked as long as you needed to.”
“You need to think, son. If you want to be treated like an adult, you need to act like one.”
“That means you need to be responsible. And when Gina’s with you, you’re responsible for her too.”
“Yes, sir. It won’t happen again, Dad. I’ll be more responsible.”
“I know you will, Paul.” He smiled at me, and I smiled in return. “Now,” he said, “what do you think your punishment should be?”
For a fleeting moment, I’d thought I was going to get off with only a lecture. And I hated it when he made me choose my own punishment! I thought for a few seconds, trying to come up with a suitably harsh sentence. “I have to be home by ten, for a week?”
“Do you think that’s fair?”
No, I thought sullenly. It was super harsh. I’d only been half an hour late. But I suspected that if I’d suggested something that wasn’t severe enough, he’d make my punishment even worse than an early curfew for a week. “Yes, sir,” I said. “I think it’s fair.”
“Okay then,” he said. “Let me talk it over with your mom.”
With that, he put his arm around my shoulder and we walked down to breakfast.
“Did you get in trouble?” I asked Gina after breakfast.
“I’ve got a ten o’clock curfew for a week,” I said gloomily.
“Wow, that’s harsh.”
“Tell me about it.” I always came up with something too severe! I’d begun to suspect it was the reason my parents made me choose my punishment. They couldn’t be that devilishly clever, could they? They could, and I knew it.
“I had to—”
“Sit there and think about what you’d done?” I asked, half-facetiously.
“Yeah! How’d you know?”
I grinned. “Kara told me a little about your mom.”
“Oh. Okay. Cool.”
“That’s not such a bad punishment,” I said.
“Well, I also have to do the dishes for two days.”
“That’s not so bad either,” I said.
She shook her head. “I normally have to do them after at least one meal. Leah, Kara, and I rotate which meal we have to do.”
She laughed sharply. “So Kara and Leah are encouraging me to stay out as late as I want,” she said. “They don’t seem to mind when my punishment means less work for them.”
I hung around after lunch and waited for Gina to finish the dishes. She saw me waiting and rushed to dry everything.
“Hey,” she said cheerfully. She practically skipped around the end of the kitchen counter.
Watching her breasts bounce as she moved had me momentarily mesmerized. I shook my head to restore my train of thought.
She was obviously aware of what she’d done and its effects, and she grinned shamelessly.
“You wanna go for a walk?” I asked, finally looking her in the eye.
“Sure. Where to?”
“I dunno.” I shrugged. “Just somewhere we can talk. Let’s take our towels. We can sit on ’em if we wanna stop.”
She nodded. “Lemme tell my mom we’re going.”
“Okay. I’d better tell mine too.”
Instead of walking toward the lake, we headed in the other direction, away from camp. At the road to Mr. Kestrel’s house, we turned and started down it. It wasn’t an oft-traveled path, so we’d have some privacy. As we walked, I could sense Gina’s growing anxiety.
“Listen,” I said as we walked. “There’s some stuff we need to talk about.”
She nodded nervously.
“Some of it’s heavy, some of it’s not. It’s all just stuff, though.” I turned to look at her, to gauge her reaction. “Okay?”
She took a deep breath and smiled as she nodded. It was clearly a front, but at least it was a brave front.
“I’ve got a lot of questions, but we need to work some things out first.”
“Is it something I did yesterday, or last night? If it was, just tell me and I won’t do it again,” she said in a rush.
I shook my head and tried to allay her fears. “No, it’s nothing like that. It’s just some stuff I’ve been thinking about a lot.”
She stopped walking and turned to me. “Is it Stacy? If you want to be with her instead of me, I’ll understand.”
I shook my head.
“Is it ’cause we haven’t had sex?” she asked tearfully. She grabbed my hand and started to pull me toward the woods. “If it is, we can do it now if you want.”
I resisted her tugging and instead pulled her close. “It’s nothing like that. You know that,” I gently admonished her. “If it were just about sex, I never would’ve told you about Susan, Stacy, or,” I steeled my nerves, “Amy.” When she didn’t react much, I continued. “I would’ve just had sex with you, and you never would’ve known.”
Gina swallowed hard and looked at me with scared, liquid brown eyes.
“But you know I couldn’t do that to you,” I said earnestly.
She bit the inside of her lip and nodded.
I put my arms around her waist and looked into her eyes. “I want to have sex with you. I want to make love to you. But I also want to have a relationship with you. I want more than just sex. Does that make sense?”
She nodded hesitantly.
“But that also means there are some things we need to talk about.”
She nodded again.
“Like Susan. And Stacy. And... Amy.” I turned us both toward Mr. Kestrel’s house and reached for her hand.
She clutched mine as if I were going to pull her from a burning building.
“Relax,” I said gently.
She did, somewhat.
Over the course of the morning, I’d thought through this conversation a little bit, basic ideas and things, but for the most part, I was winging it. What’s the line from the song? “Freedom’s just another word for nothin’ left to lose.”
We walked for a few more minutes and eventually arrived at Mr. Kestrel’s house. The curtains were still up, and if I hadn’t known the house was empty, I would have thought someone still lived there.
We walked around to the back patio and spread our towels in the shade under a large tree. We sat down—me cross-legged and Gina with her legs demurely tucked under her—and I looked at her seriously.
“If we don’t talk about this stuff,” I said slowly, “it’ll always be between us. Okay?”
“Okay. I guess.”
“Trust me, if we don’t, it will.” I grinned ruefully. “I’ve already ruined one relationship because I wasn’t honest. I thought I’d ruined two, but...”
She smiled wanly.
I paused for a moment to gather my thoughts. Start with the past, I thought, then work toward the present. “Amy,” I said solemnly.
Her jaw tensed at the other girl’s name, but to her credit, Gina tried to remain calm.
“I loved her. I still do love her, in a way. You never fall out of love.”
“But it’s over between us. When I’m with you, I don’t think of her. I don’t usually think of her the rest of the time, either. Okay?”
I took her hands in my own and looked into her eyes. “I’m serious about that. Okay? Amy is in the past.”
She looked like she was working up the nerve to speak, so I remained silent.
“I guess the problem I had with it was that it was behind my back.” She suddenly looked at me cautiously.
“But it wasn’t really,” she said. “Kara said we didn’t have a well-defined relationship, but I didn’t truly know what she meant. Until now, that is.” She looked up and smiled apologetically. “I guess I just didn’t want to think about it.”
I grinned and shook my head.
“But when I left, last summer, we didn’t say ‘we won’t have sex with anyone else.’”
“No, we didn’t. That doesn’t make it right, though.”
She shook her head.
I could tell she was trying to come up with the right words, so I kept my mouth shut.
“I don’t feel bad about what I did with my sisters. Or with Lisa.” She looked at me intently. “Does that make sense?”
I nodded. “I don’t feel bad about what I did with Amy.”
Her reaction to hearing Amy’s name was less than before, but still noticeable.
“The problem was the emotions,” I said. “It was how I felt about Amy.”
“Let me ask you something, though.”
“How come you weren’t all that upset about Stacy? Or Susan?”
She shrugged. “I know it’s not the same with them, that you don’t love them.”
“Oh, but I do.”
She reluctantly nodded.
“I love them both, very much. But you’re right, it’s not the same with either of them. I’m in love with you. It’s different.”
“Yeah,” she said, nodding. “Mom and I had a big talk about that a while ago.”
Ah, I thought. Some of the pieces were falling into place. I should have expected as much. Note to self: some other parents aren’t clueless either.
“So, you’re not jealous?” I asked, half unconvinced. I don’t know how, but I thought I already knew the answer. When she blushed, I shifted nervously, suddenly unsure of my certitude.
“I was jealous,” she said, studying her hands. “But Kara hit the nail on the head about why.” She laughed ironically.
I frantically thought back through the fateful confrontation with Kara.
“I wasn’t jealous that you were having sex with them. I was upset that you weren’t having sex with me.” She blushed again and then suddenly looked up. “Does that make sense?”
I nodded, a little stunned.
“Kara says you’ll make a really good lover,” she said out of the blue. Then she quickly dropped her gaze to her hands. “I don’t know much about that, yet.” She lifted her face and smiled shyly. “I just know how I feel whenever I’m with you.”
“But I want to... um... I want to know about the other, too,” she said.
“We will,” I said assuredly. “When the time’s right.”
“It’s not right now?”
She sounded so plaintive I almost laughed. “No. Not yet.”
“What do you want me to do?” she asked, her expression full of anxiety. “I’ll do anything you want.”
“It’s not that,” I said. Then I tapped myself on the forehead. “It’s here.”
“Do you still want to?”
I nodded vigorously. “But not yet. Not until the time’s right.”
“When d’you think it’ll be right?”
I couldn’t help but smile at her enthusiasm. “Soon.”
“Look,” I said, half in frustration, half in genuine amusement. “If you want, I’ll throw you down right here and ravish you.”
“Oh, goody.” She clapped her hands gleefully, but it was clear she knew I was only joking.
“Seriously,” I said, trying to regain a little composure.
“Seriously.” She subtly thrust her chest forward and gave me a sultry look.
I almost caved. “You know what I mean,” I said soberly, shoring up my failing resolve.
I needed to get the conversation back on track, because I didn’t know how long my resistance would last if she really tried to get me to have sex with her. A guy can only take so much temptation, and as beautiful and enthusiastic as Gina was, she was perilously close to pushing me over the edge.
She smiled shyly and bit the inside of her lip.
“What did you mean last night,” I asked, “when you said Kara was a rat?”
She blushed, but remained mute.
“What were she and Stacy doing on Saturday night?” I asked. I thought about it for a second, working through the possibilities. And then it hit me. The Fourth of July! Before she left, Kara had given Stacy a heated kiss. Now that I knew Kara liked girls too (as if I hadn’t known on the Fourth), it all made sense. Before Gina could answer, I said, “They were having sex, weren’t they?”
She nodded, her expression slightly disgusted. “And they didn’t invite me,” she said petulantly. She was entirely serious.
I burst out laughing.
“What’s so funny?”
“You,” I said, gasping for air.
“I am not.”
She pouted, but I could tell that her feelings weren’t really hurt.
“Seriously,” I said, once I’d stopped laughing. “Why’re you upset?”
“I wanted to have fun too.”
“With Stacy?” I hoped I didn’t sound as incredulous as I felt.
She shrugged. “I guess. I mean, she is really cute.”
I nodded. As I did, I carefully watched Gina for a jealous reaction. When I didn’t see any, I furrowed my brow in confusion. “You really aren’t jealous, are you?”
“Of you and Stacy?”
“Maybe a little. But I think I understand.” She wrinkled her brow in concentration and then nodded decisively. “I mean, it works for my mom and dad. I asked my mom about their relationship a while ago.” She gazed at me earnestly. “I was really worried about them getting a divorce. But she explained how it works.”
Even though I had no idea what she was talking about, I nodded like I did.
“But I guess you know all this,” she continued. “Your parents are the same way.”
Huh? My parents were what way? Again, I nodded like I understood what she was talking about. In reality, my mind was frantically trying to figure out what she meant.
“Besides,” she continued, “Kara said Stacy’s really nice.”
“Yeah,” I said distractedly.
“I didn’t know how nice,” Gina added, sotto voce. Then she looked at me steadily. “So I trust you. And Kara says I can trust Stacy too. I mean, after all, when I had my weeklong lapse of sanity,” she smiled thinly, “Stacy was still trying to help you get me back.”
“So yeah, maybe I’m a little jealous of Stacy, but I understand. I think.”
“Oh.” I paused for a moment. “But what about Susan?”
“Of course I understand about her, silly,” she said. “Sheesh, sometimes you’re a goof.”
I was a little embarrassed, and once again, I nodded like I understood what she was talking about. Unfortunately, I had no clue. Why would she “of course” understand about Susan? In a matter of minutes, I had a thousand questions running through my mind. But I didn’t want to look like an idiot by asking them. Gina thought I knew the answers, and I guess I was afraid to demonstrate my ignorance.
My thoughts were chaotic and distracted, and I really wanted to talk to Susan. If anyone could help me sort things out, it would be her. Gina and I still had a lot to talk about, but at least I understood her a little better. Unfortunately, that newfound understanding revealed a dozen fresh mysteries.
“And you’re a goof who promised me something,” she said, her voice husky with desire.
I mentally shook myself out of my addled reverie and looked into her eyes—they were already slightly glassy with lust. Her nostrils flared as she smiled and gave me a look without a hint of ambiguity.
I crawled toward her and our lips met. She moaned into my mouth as I pushed her onto her back, without breaking our kiss. My penis suddenly sprang to attention and gently pressed against her smooth hip. Before she could reach for it, however, I kissed down her chest to her stomach.
I probably rushed things a little—I wanted to get back to camp and talk to Susan—but judging by the way Gina cried out and clamped her thighs against my ears, I don’t think she noticed. Afterward, I stood while she knelt before me and sucked me off. I held her head when I came, and she moaned in delight as my semen gushed over her tongue.
We lay in the shade of the tree for a while after that, just cuddling, relaxing, and gently stroking each other. It was languid and comfortable, but I was itching to get back to camp.
When it got close to dinnertime, we picked up our towels and walked back around the house. Before we left, we decided to use the courtyard shower to rinse off. Without even drying off, we wrapped our towels around our waists and headed back to camp.
After dinner, I made up an excuse and headed to Susan’s house. The whole time I’d been eating, I couldn’t wait to talk to her. I finally knocked on her kitchen door and waited with barely concealed impatience. When she didn’t immediately answer, I knocked again and waited.
And then I waited some more.
So I knocked again, louder.
Maybe she was in her bedroom, I thought. I trotted around to the back patio, intending to knock on the sliding glass door. The curtains were open, but the room was dark. I knocked anyway.
Still no answer.
I walked back toward the courtyard, but instead of entering, I went past it to the garage. Sure enough, her car was gone. Where had she gone? Any number of places, I thought sourly.
I walked back to the clubhouse, hoping to find Mom and ask her. No luck. I finally found her at our cabin. She had just stepped out of the shower and was combing her hair.
“Have you seen Susan?” I asked, somewhat abruptly.
“She went to town. Why? What’s up?”
Could I ask Mom? How? What would I say? Unfortunately, I didn’t even know what to ask.
“Is everything okay, honey?” she asked.
“Yeah, Mom, everything’s fine.”
I dithered for a moment longer and was just working up the nerve to talk to her when Dad entered the cabin. As soon as I saw him, my courage evaporated.
“Hi, Paul,” he said cheerfully. “What’s goin’ on?”
“Oh, nothing.” He sure is in a good mood, I thought to myself.
He walked up behind Mom and kissed her on the side of the neck. “You all ready, sweetie?” he asked her.
She smiled and nodded.
Neither of them was really paying attention to me, so I decided to slip out. “I’m gonna go down to the clubhouse,” I said.
“Okay, honey,” Mom said over her shoulder. “Have fun.”
Dad was getting into the shower as I left. Hadn’t he taken a shower in the morning? What’s it matter? I thought to myself as I bounded down the stairs.
Even though I tried to pay attention, I never saw Susan drive by the clubhouse. There were a couple of times when I went out and restlessly looked around the camp, but I never found her. Gina was playing cards with Kara at the clubhouse, Manfred and Jenny were off doing Manfred and Jenny things, and the Tharp twins were in their own little world, so I was pretty much on my own.
When I returned from the last “search patrol,” I went looking for Mom. She wasn’t in the cabin and neither was Dad. It was getting dark, so I figured I’d simply missed them somewhere. I walked up to the Coulters’ cabin, but the younger girls were the only ones there.
I stopped by the clubhouse again, but there was still no sign of my parents. Gina’s parents weren’t there either, and neither was Gina. Kara was sitting on one of the couches, quietly reading a book. I nearly threw my hands up in frustration. I still wanted to talk to Susan, but now everyone seemed to be MIA!
Despite the fact that I hadn’t seen her car drive by, I went to see if she was home. If she’d driven by when I was prowling around looking for her, I thought I might have missed her. Sure enough, her car was in the garage, but when I knocked on the kitchen door, she didn’t answer. I knocked again, but she still didn’t answer. I thought about simply going inside but then decided against it. She was probably in her bedroom and couldn’t hear me knocking.
Since dinner, I’d been framing questions in my head, and eagerly thought them through as I walked around to the back patio. What was so special about the Coulters’ relationship? Why were they like my parents? How did Susan know Gina wouldn’t be upset about me having sex with her and Stacy? Had she talked to Gina’s mom like she talked to mine? Did she ever talk to Gina about me? How come Gina (and everyone else) seemed to know what was going on, but I was clueless? Was there something she hadn’t told me? In addition, I had literally dozens of secondary and follow-up questions.
When I rounded the back corner of the house, I froze.
Well, I thought wryly, at least I found Gina. She was standing at the edge of the patio, just outside a yellow square of light spilling from inside Susan’s bedroom. Susan’s curtains were still open, but the sight inside the room itself had caused me to freeze in my tracks.
I walked toward Gina as quietly as I could, but when I stepped on a twig, she whirled and stared directly at me. It took me a moment to realize that she couldn’t see me—her eyes hadn’t adjusted to the darkness after staring into the well-lit room.
“It’s me, Gina,” I said softly. I had half crouched when she spun on me, so I stood and walked toward her.
“What are you doing here?” she whispered urgently.
“Not the same thing you are,” I said as I stepped close to her. I looked over her shoulder at the scene in Susan’s bedroom.
Gina’s parents, my parents, and Susan were all... Well, “getting comfortable” is probably the best way to describe it.
“Don’t get too close to the light,” I warned.
“Yeah, I know,” she said, her back to the house.
The light inside the room reflected off the big sliding glass doors and turned them into mirrors. As long as Gina and I stayed in the dark, no one inside could see us but we could see them just fine.
I also figured out why they hadn’t heard me at the kitchen door. Through the big panes of glass, I faintly heard music. It wasn’t loud enough that I could tell what it was, but the bass and drum parts were easily loud enough to drown out my knocking.
Inside, Dad and Chris were sitting on Susan’s bed. Elizabeth was on her knees, sucking my dad’s erection, while Susan was doing the same for Chris. Mom was kneeling behind the two women, playing with their pussies. I probably should have been shocked, but the sheer surprise of seeing them simply overwhelmed me.
“How’d you know about this?” Gina asked quietly.
I shrugged, still looking over her shoulder. “I didn’t. I came looking for Susan.”
I returned my eyes to Gina and shook my head. “It’s not what you think,” I said calmly. “I wanted to talk to her about something.”
“Uh huh,” she teased gently. “Sure you did.”
I tried to look at her, but my eyes were irresistibly drawn to the scene unfolding inside. Susan lay on her back and Chris knelt next to her head. Mom lay between Susan’s legs and was busy licking her pussy while Chris fed Susan his dick.
“I had a bunch of questions for her,” I said, tossing my head in Susan’s direction. “About something you said this afternoon. Although I think I just figured out what you were talking about.”
Gina turned her head and looked at the people in the house. Then she turned and looked at me in growing disbelief. “You mean you didn’t...? You’re kidding, right?”
I shook my head tersely.
“Really? You didn’t know your parents were swingers?”
“No, okay. I didn’t know.”
“So what are you doing here?” I asked, trying to change the subject.
“I... um... well...”
“You were spying on your parents, weren’t you?” I asked. I thought back to my own experiences watching my parents have sex—they’d all been opportunistic. That hadn’t stopped me from watching, but I hadn’t gone looking to spy on them.
“It’s not spying,” Gina said.
“Well,” she said, “maybe it is, a little. But it gets me so... you know...”
I shook my head. I knew what she was talking about, but it excited me, and I wanted to hear her say it. “No,” I said with faux innocence. “Tell me. It gets you what?”
She rolled her eyes. “You know,” she said insistently.
I shook my head and grinned at her mischievously.
“It gets me hot,” she said. “And wet.”
“Mmm hmm. I thought so.”
Before she could react, I stepped close to her. “And it gets me hot thinking about it,” I said. Then I put my left hand on the small of her back and pulled her against me. With my right hand, I tilted her head up and kissed her. She responded eagerly, and we were soon kissing passionately.
“I love you,” she said when we broke the kiss. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“Well, you’ll always have your sisters,” I said flippantly.
“You know what I mean. It’s not the same.”
I nodded, grinning. “I love you, too,” I said.
My hard-on pressed against her stomach and she pulled back slightly, reaching for it. I sighed in pleasure as she gently stroked me. When I opened my eyes, my gaze was irresistibly drawn to the sliding glass doors.
Inside, Dad was lying on his back and Elizabeth had moved to sixty-nine with him. She was eagerly sucking his cock and playing with his balls. Dad had his arms wrapped around her thighs, holding her open for his flicking tongue. Gina turned to look and her breath caught in her throat.
“You come by it honestly,” I said, indicating her mother.
Without looking away from the torrid scene in Susan’s bedroom, she nodded.
“Let’s get more comfortable. Okay?”
She turned back to me and bit the inside of her lip. “I don’t have a blanket or anything,” she said.
“That’s okay. Let’s just get one of the chairs from the patio.”
The patio furniture was just outside the lit area, but I moved cautiously nonetheless. I took the chair furthest from the sliding glass doors and carried it into the yard. When I set it on the ground, I motioned for Gina to join me.
I sat down as she approached, and gestured for her to straddle my lap. The chair sank into the soft earth a little, but quickly steadied. I looked at her invitingly, but she shook her head.
“I’ll have my back to the house,” she said quietly. “Then I won’t be able to see.” She grinned shamelessly. “I want to watch.”
“Okay.” I got up and turned the chair so our sides would be to the lighted scene.
“No problem,” I said as I sat.
She straddled my legs, pressing my erection into my stomach. It also pressed the base of my shaft into her pussy. She’d been telling the truth, she was hot and wet. I ran my hands over her thighs as her lips sought mine.
I pulled back from the kiss and grinned at her roguishly. She looked anxious for a moment, but quickly relaxed when I bent to suckle one of her nipples. She hissed and arched her back, pressing the firm globe into my face. I tongued her nipple and it quickly hardened in my mouth. She held my head as I switched to the other breast and laved my tongue over the nipple.
I held her steady with a hand on each side of her ribcage and teased her nipple with my tongue. Above me, I felt her turn to watch the scene inside. As I continued licking and sucking her nipples, she began to hump against my erection.
She gripped my forearms when I moved my hands up and cupped the outer curves of her luscious breasts. I pushed them together slightly and kept teasing her, gently biting each nipple and then pulling back. She began to moan softly and I smiled to myself.
All of a sudden, I felt a little mercenary, so I pulled back from her breasts. It was a few days past a full moon, so I could see her nipples glistening with my saliva. I looked up at her and grinned.
“How long have you known?” I asked.
She tried to pull my lips back to her breast. When she discovered that my wrestling-trained neck was far stronger than her arms, she gave up and looked at me. “Known what?” she asked, breathless and a little agitated.
“About your parents.”
She ground her pussy against my cock and tried to pull my face to her breast.
“Oh, God,” she breathed. “Do we have to talk about this now?”
I gripped her ass and pulled her against me, lifting as I did. When I set her back on my lap, her clit pressed against the base of my shaft and she groaned in pleasure.
“Oh, yes. Keep doing that,” she whispered.
“Not until you tell me,” I said. Pavlov would be proud.
“About a year. Now, please?” she begged, practically whining.
I grinned to myself again and lifted her. When I slid her down, my length caressed her clit and she cried out.
“Shhh,” I breathed, chiding her.
She captured her lower lip with her teeth and nodded silently.
I lifted her again, her slippery pussy rubbing against the underside of my shaft. “And how long have you been spying on them?”
“Oh, keep doing that,” she said, ignoring my question.
She wordlessly protested and then tried to lift herself off my lap.
I held her down, but rocked my hips against her as I did. “How long?”
“Since I found out,” she said. “After last summer.”
Despite her mounting frustration, I could tell she was highly aroused. The wetness of her pussy alone would have told me that—her heavy breathing and erratic movements merely confirmed it.
“Unnnnh,” she moaned insistently.
I picked her up again and held her against my abdomen. When she squirmed, I let her down, making sure to hold her hips against me.
She gasped as the crown of my cock spread open her labia and brushed against her clit.
“Do you masturbate when you watch them?” I asked.
She knew I was only going to demand an answer before giving her what she wanted, so she nodded, her nostrils flared and her eyes clamped shut. Pavlov would be very proud.
I rocked my hips and rubbed my erection against her superheated sex. I wanted to get her off, but not too soon. So I let her cool off a little and turned to look inside. Elizabeth had turned around and was straddling Dad’s head. While he licked her, she was kissing Susan. Mom was on her knees in front of Chris and was sucking him, her head bobbing back and forth as she swallowed his length.
I looked at Gina for a moment, but she was staring raptly at the swingers. I reached behind her with my left hand and ran a finger along her gushing slit. She shuddered and humped against me automatically, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the scene on the other side of the glass doors.
I started teasing her with my left hand, running my fingers along her pussy and occasionally pushing a fingertip inside her. My arm wasn’t long enough to let me reach her clit, but she seemed more than happy to rub it against my erection.
I teased her for a few more minutes and then turned my attention back to her nipples. I paused for a moment to admire her breasts. They were perfect: round, firm, and with just the right heft. And her nipples eagerly responded to my lips and tongue. While Gina watched the scene inside, I blissfully nuzzled her chest. As I did, she continued rocking her hips against me, working herself closer to her release.
After several minutes, she shuddered and pulled my head up. With her hands holding my face, her lips crushed against mine. Her tongue quickly invaded my mouth, sparring with my own. She kept rocking her hips against me, though, her clit rubbing against my dick. Finally, she pulled back and looked at me with wild eyes.
“I want to do it,” she said, panting. “Now.” She licked her lips. “I want to feel your dick inside me.”
I wanted to. Oh, how I wanted to. But I shook my head. “Not yet,” I said.
As if she hadn’t heard me, she tried to lift herself and reach between us, but I held her down.
I shook my head again. “Not here.”
“Why not?” To punctuate her question, she humped against me.
“I want to, but not here.”
She half-whined insistently, and ground against me again.
“Your first time should be special,” I said. “You’ll always remember it.” She was much closer to orgasm than I was, but I had no idea why I was thinking so clearly. Perhaps it was the fact that I’d actually learned to take my time and enjoy myself—as well as making sure my partner enjoyed herself, I thought wryly.
“I’ll remember it,” she said. “Having you inside me will be special enough.”
“No.” I was adamant.
“Paul, please.” She had stopped rocking against my erection, and looked to be on the verge of tears.
I kissed her soundly and she responded against me. When we separated, I looked into her eyes. “I love you, and I want to make your first time special,” I said. I looked around us and her gaze followed. “It shouldn’t be perched on patio furniture, hiding out behind Susan’s house, spying on our parents.”
She nodded reluctantly. “When?”
“Tomorrow,” I said.
“I don’t know yet. Let me work on that.” Oddly enough, I knew just the woman to ask.
“I want you, Paul,” she said, making a last ditch effort to sway me.
“And I want you.” I kissed her gently. “You’ll have me, all of me.”
She grinned hopefully.
“But not here, not like this.”
She made a moue, but I didn’t give in. When she saw that I was resolved, she licked her lips and gave me a smoldering look. “If you won’t have sex with me,” she said, “can I at least suck your dick?”
“You’d do that for me?” I asked teasingly.
Without answering, she practically vaulted off my lap and knelt before me. A half-second later, my cock was in her mouth, her tongue caressing the underside of my glans. With her right hand, she gripped the base of my shaft to steady it as she licked up and down the sides. I scooted down in the chair to give her a better angle.
She put her arms on my thighs and started bobbing over my cock. When she tried to take me as deep as she could, she got a little more than half my length into her mouth. She did that several times, dragging her lips over my sensitive skin and sucking gently on the crown at the end of each stroke.
I closed my eyes and groaned as she pulled my saliva-slick cock from her mouth and bent to suck my balls. I spread my legs to accommodate her and she tenderly pulled one of my balls into her mouth. She bathed my scrotum for a minute or two and then returned her attention to my erection.
While she’d been humping against me, I’d gotten pretty worked up, and it wasn’t long before I was thrusting my hips upward, trying to shove more of my cock into her mouth. She made little noises of delight as she eagerly swallowed my hard-on. In a few minutes, I felt my orgasm welling up.
When my balls snugged against my body, Gina quickened her pace. She could sense my impending climax, and she couldn’t wait to taste me. I gripped the seat of the chair and tried not to groan out loud.
I ultimately lost the battle to remain silent. When I came, I threw my head back and moaned. Gina whimpered in pleasure as the first spurt blasted the back of her throat. Her lips locked around my shaft and she milked me with her hand, pumping my cream into her mouth. I clamped my eyes shut and spurted again, and again, and again.
When I finally opened my eyes, I saw spots. I was breathing hard, and a sheen of sweat covered my brow and upper lip. I finally regained enough self-control to look down my torso. Gina was rubbing my shiny cock against her nipples, coating them with a combination of her saliva and my come.
She smiled up at me when she felt me start to sit up. I pulled my hips back and scooted against the back of the chair. I gestured for her to climb onto my lap and she did. We languidly kissed for a few minutes, and I could taste myself on her lips.
When we broke the kiss, we both turned to look at the scene inside. Elizabeth was on her hands and knees, and my father was fucking her from behind. Her breasts were swinging with each of his thrusts. Behind them, Chris lay on the floor with Susan astride his hips and Mom hovering over his face. The two women were kissing and playing with each other’s breasts.
“God,” Gina said as she looked at her mom. “That is so hot.”
I merely nodded.
“I can’t wait until you’re doing that to me.” She looked at me hopefully.
I held my ground and didn’t say anything.
“Why’re you making me wait?” she asked plaintively.
I pulled her close and looked into her eyes. “Because I want our first time to be special,” I said. “For both of us.”
“No whining,” I said sternly. “Now stand up for a second.”
She looked at me curiously but did as I asked.
I turned the chair to face the sliding glass door and then sat down. “Sit on my lap, facing the door,” I said. “I want to play with your tits while I get you off.”
Her eyes lit up and she turned. I safely tucked my semi-erect cock against my body as she settled onto my lap. She leaned back against me and I reached around to fondle her breasts. I teased her nipples back to full erection and she moaned quietly.
In Susan’s bedroom, Elizabeth had rolled over and Dad was now between her legs, thrusting into her. Gina and I weren’t close enough to see any real details, but I was pretty sure I could see Elizabeth’s pussy spreading open to accommodate my dad’s girth. Gina must have been looking at the same thing.
“Your dad’s bigger than you are,” she said matter-of-factly.
“Thanks for pointing that out,” I said sarcastically.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean—”
“It’s okay,” I said quickly, cutting her off.
“I like yours better,” she said. “It’s just the right size for me.” She turned and looked at me out of the corner of her eye. “Yours is the same size as my dad’s,” she said slyly.
I wasn’t averse to looking at other guys’ dicks, but I certainly didn’t make a habit of it. I decided to take her word for it.
“I like your penis,” she said.
“And he likes you.”
“I’m serious.” She turned to regard me again. “I like it ’cause it’s straight, and thick. Kara says thick ones are the best. When it’s hard, it’s like steel, but the skin is so soft. And it’s just the right length. I know it’ll fit me perfectly,” she said with aplomb.
“Uh... Thanks, I guess.”
“And best of all,” she said, “I like the taste of your stuff. I mean, your semen. You shoot a lot when you come. I like that too.”
“I aim to please.” What else could I say to that?
“Mmmmm.” She all but smacked her lips. “You do please me. Very much. If only you’d—”
“Tomorrow,” I said firmly.
She pouted for a moment and then turned back to watch the scene inside.
For a few moments, I watched Elizabeth’s breasts bounce as Dad fucked her. Susan and Mom had switched positions, but they were still playing with each other’s breasts and occasionally kissing. I trailed my hand over Gina’s stomach to the juncture of her thighs. She spread them for me as I dipped a finger into sparse, damp pubic hair.
“Mmmmm, that feels nice,” she said.
“Good.” I moved the other hand up to tease her nipples.
She squirmed against me and sighed.
For several minutes, I leisurely played with her pussy, gently teasing the base of her clit and her inner labia. She was still quite wet from before, but I felt new moisture begin to coat my fingers. She leaned against me and simply enjoyed my attention and the scene inside.
“I hope I look like that when you and I have sex,” she said quietly.
“My mom,” she said, pointing with her chin.
I looked over her shoulder.
Dad was still thrusting in and out of Elizabeth, but their pace was quicker and had a growing sense of urgency.
“Don’t you think my mom’s beautiful?” she asked. Without waiting for my answer, she continued. “That’s what I’m going to look like when you’re inside me.”
“She’s so beautiful.”
“You’re beautiful too,” I whispered. My fingers delved into her and she arched her back. I pulled them out and started moving them in small circles around her exposed clit.
“Oh, yes,” she hissed. “Right there.”
Inside, Dad was hammering his cock into Elizabeth. Her legs were along his flanks and she looked like she was urging him on. Chris was fucking Mom from behind while Susan lay on her back underneath the two of them.
I started moving my fingers against the base of Gina’s clit, teasing the little pearl and making her shudder. Her juices flowed freely, and I could feel them coating my fingers, making it more difficult to keep them on her clit.
Gina and I kept our attention focused on her mother and my father. Dad slammed into Elizabeth at a frantic pace, his thick cock spreading her open with each thrust.
When Gina began to tremble, I knew she was close. I moved my other hand from her breasts to her pussy and gently shoved my middle finger inside her. Her channel was well-lubricated, so I had no trouble slipping into her tight pussy. She cried out and began gyrating her hips.
At Elizabeth’s urging, Dad pulled out and quickly straddled her chest. She lifted her head, wrapped her lips around his cock, then began pumping him. When Gina saw this, she quivered for a moment and then tensed up. As Dad pumped his semen into her mom’s mouth, Gina came, her juices flooding over my intruding finger.
Gina’s pussy spasmed and gripped at my finger as her orgasm washed over her. She arched her back for several seconds and then suddenly went limp. Her hands shot out and gripped my own, holding them still.
A few minutes later, Gina and I were still panting. Entranced, we watched as Mom quickly slid off Chris and turned around. Her breasts were pressed against Susan’s as she captured Chris’s cock with her lips. His cock did look like mine, I thought reflectively. Susan lifted her head and started licking his balls. He stroked himself a few times and then tensed up.
After he filled my mom’s mouth with come, she pulled off him and kissed Susan deeply. I sat up suddenly, nearly dumping Gina onto the ground. I knew what they were doing! They were sharing his come, just like they’d shared mine.
My cock was instantly erect. When she felt it, Gina immediately forgave me for almost bucking her off my lap. She slipped to the ground and turned at the same time. Inside, our parents and Susan were beginning to relax after their orgasms. Gina slurped my cock into her mouth, but I quickly pulled her off.
“We can’t,” I whispered.
She moaned in rebellion.
“Gina, look.” I pointed into the house. “We’ve got to get out of here.”
She reluctantly agreed.
We got up and I stealthily returned the chair to its original spot.
“C’mon,” I said. “We can shower at my cabin.”
My erection hadn’t flagged a bit, and she stared at it hungrily. “Can I suck you in the shower?”
I smiled and nodded.
She just about dragged me up the hill.
I took Gina back to her cabin a little before ten o’clock. Kara was there, and smiled when she saw Gina’s damp hair and our sated smiles. The younger girls were cleaning up from where they’d had an impromptu Coke and popcorn party.
I led Gina back onto the porch—out of sight of the younger girls—and kissed her goodnight. I told her I loved her, and she melted into my arms.
“I love you too,” she said, when she pulled back.
Just then, Erin, Trish, and Jill came bounding out of the cabin. They laughed and teased us a little, but Gina and I simply ignored them. I kissed her gently and then we separated.
“Tomorrow,” she whispered. “You promised.”
I nodded and then turned to go.
Erin’s curfew was normally ten o’clock, so she walked down to our cabin with me. I wasn’t really tired, so I just lay in the top bunk and let my thoughts run free. Erin chattered for a while and I honestly tried to pay attention, but she quickly realized that I wasn’t listening to her.
“I’m happy you and Gina are back together,” she said suddenly.
“I said, ‘I’m happy—’”
“Sorry, Er. I heard what you said. I just wasn’t paying attention.”
“Why’re you happy we’re back together?”
“’Cause,” she said. “You two are happy when you’re together.”
“Yeah,” I said dreamily.
“See what I mean?”
I grinned to myself. “Yeah, I guess so.”
“You’re a great guy,” she said. “Gina’s lucky you still wanna talk to her.”
“I was ready to kill her, the way she treated you.”
“I mean it,” she said. “Leah was pretty fed up with her, too.”
“Imagine how I felt.”
“But that’s all in the past now,” I said.
“So you two are doing it now?”
“Well. I mean, if you’re not—”
“What’s the matter?” she asked, sounding wounded.
I knew it was mostly an act.
“I just mentioned it ’cause Leah, Trish, and Jill think you’re a complete hunk.”
I was stunned speechless.
“They think I’m so lucky to live with you.”
“You’re kidding, right?”
“Uh-uh. Trish and Jill would do you in a flash. I think Leah would too, but she just won’t admit it.”
“Erin! You all are like, what, thirteen?”
“Trish and Jill are fourteen,” she said. “And I’ll be fourteen in December.”
“So, we know stuff.”
I rolled over and stuck my head over the edge of the bed.
Erin looked up, surprised to see me. She jerked her hand from under the sheet and blushed.
Had she just been...?! I put the thought out of my mind and stared at her ominously. “What kind of stuff?” I asked.
“You don’t have to get angry,” she said.
She was right. I closed my eyes for a moment and reigned in my temper. I took a deep breath and then opened my eyes. “You’re right, Erin. I’m sorry.”
“Oh.” She was clearly surprised that I’d agreed with her.
“It’s just that you’re my sister, and I’m supposed to watch out for you. Okay?”
“And if Trish, Jill, and Leah like me, that’s cool.”
“They think you’re cuter than Shaun Cassidy,” she said earnestly.
I couldn’t help but laugh.
I composed myself. “I know, Er. I’m sorry.”
“Okay,” she said, clearly not knowing what to make of my tractability.
I opened my mouth to speak, but shut it when we heard Mom and Dad walking up the cabin steps. The door opened and Mom walked in first. When Dad walked in, he looked at his watch and then up at me. He smiled and nodded approvingly when I met his gaze. I don’t know why, but my chest swelled with pride at his approval. I mean, I was being punished, right? Why was I proud to be home early? Go figure.
As my parents moved about the cabin, preparing for bed, I scrutinized them. If I hadn’t known what they’d been doing earlier, would I have been able to tell? They acted like nothing had happened. Mom kissed Erin and then stood on tiptoe to kiss me. As I kissed her cheek, I inhaled. The only thing I smelled was baby powder.
They must have showered at Susan’s house. Another reason Susan had such a large shower, I mused. I surreptitiously watched them like a hawk, but detected no tell tale signs of their earlier activities. Perhaps they smiled at each other more, or maybe they touched each other more, but I couldn’t tell.
You know that feeling you get when you’ve known something all along, but it’s taken a monumental event to put it all together? I felt like that—stunned, curious, excited, flabbergasted, and a little embarrassed. I had a million questions running through my head, but not all of them were for Susan. I vowed that I’d talk to Mom as well. I didn’t know what kind of answers I’d get, but I wouldn’t ever know if I didn’t ask the questions.
I also had a day to plan, even though I had no idea where Gina and I could go for some privacy. I wanted to take more than an hour, or even more than a couple of hours, but I didn’t want to hike to the quarry. I vividly remembered how tired and sore Jenny had been after her first time, and I didn’t want that for Gina.
I lay on my back and laced my fingers behind my head. For a while, I simply stared at the ceiling and marveled at the wonder of it all. After a while, I fell into a deep, comfortable sleep.