Sunday morning, I woke up late and reveled in the fact that I didn’t have to get up and work out. I really liked lifting, but I also liked being lazy once in a while. Gina, Kara, and I chatted while our families ate breakfast together. Kendall joined us after she’d eaten with her family.
Wonder of wonders, I also noticed that Mom was wearing bikini bottoms. Maybe I was paying more attention. I guess I was still enjoying the newness of understanding a little bit about how women’s bodies worked. Whatever the reason, I was proud of myself for noticing.
After breakfast, Jenny’s family went off to load their car. Manfred went to help them. Kara headed down to the lake, and Gina, Kendall, and I decided to hang out in the clubhouse. The weather was once again balmy and beautiful, but we felt like lounging indoors for a change.
When the Jordans were ready to leave—they had a long drive back to Atlanta—they came down to the clubhouse to say goodbye. Susan was on hand, as were Mom and Erin. Dwight and Karen Delozier were planning to leave later in the day, but they came to the clubhouse to bid farewell to John, Jessica, and family. Drew was there too, paying too much attention to Jill. Not surprisingly, she seemed to revel in it. Compared to them, Manfred and Jenny were practically Victorian.
As Jenny hugged me goodbye, she whispered in my ear, “Call me when you get back to Atlanta.” Then she slipped a folded piece of paper into my hand.
I hastily palmed it, hiding it from anyone who might have seen. My mind raced. Instead of answering her, I simply smiled as graciously as I could. Then Jenny hugged Gina. I marveled at how she could practically proposition me one moment and then hug my girlfriend the next. Much to our surprise, Jenny hugged Kendall as well.
Jill and Trish said goodbye, although Trish was a little diffident. I noticed that Erin and Leah did not exchange warm farewells with Jill. Their goodbyes were perfunctory, and nothing more. It seemed that in the battle for Drew, Jill had won. The other girls (including Trish) didn’t seem all that happy about it. Since Erin and Leah seemed to want nothing to do with him, I wondered what he’d do now that both Jill and Trish were leaving.
After we all said goodbye, the Jordans got into their car and drove off. Manfred, of course, moped. He seemed like he needed the company, so we invited him to join us. His family didn’t have a long drive home, so they weren’t leaving until after lunch. Goofy as he sometimes was, Manfred was one of my best friends and I’d definitely miss him. While the girls chatted with each other, he and I played a game of pool. It was desultory, but it took his mind off Jenny.
The distraction helped, and for a while, he was his old, cheerful self. We talked about what he and Jenny were planning to do about their relationship after the summer. According to him, they were going to do what Gina and I had done the previous year: letters and phone calls. The year before, it had been mostly just summer fun. But when they got back together this year, things had become more serious. At least he thought they had. (I’d obviously begun to have my doubts about how serious Jenny really was.)
I liked Manfred, and debated whether or not to tell him about what Jenny had done. I didn’t want to ruin his image of her, but I also didn’t want him pinning his hopes on a girl who was already after another guy. In the end, I decided to let nature take its course. I figured that he and Jenny would drift apart as the year progressed. At least, I hoped that’s what would happen. If they got back together the following summer, so much the better. If not, then at least I wouldn’t be responsible for shattering Manfred’s image of her.
Shortly after lunch, I helped Manfred load his family’s car. His parents worried over him, but I don’t think there was anything they could’ve done to make him feel better. I definitely remembered how I’d felt after Gina left, the summer before. Manfred shook my hand when they were ready to go. Instead of leaving it at that, I pulled him into a bear hug. At first, his I’m Not A Fag reaction kicked in, but he quickly overcame it and slapped my back in the age-old ritual of two straight guys saying goodbye. I think the object must be to inflict pain on the other guy—another I’m Not A Fag gesture. Then he got in the car and we waved goodbye as his family drove up the hill.
The Deloziers were ready to leave about an hour later. Stan and Terri Dunbar were there to see them off. Erin and Leah said goodbye to Trish, and they all three pretty much ignored Drew. I shook Dwight’s hand and promised to help him with the Fourth of July barbeque the following year. I solemnly shook Jonathan’s hand and told him we’d be a team for next year’s barbeque. Much to my surprise, Karen Delozier gave me a big hug and grinned as she surreptitiously glanced at my dick. I grinned in reply and she winked at me. (Instead of being overtly sexual, her glance was like a private joke we shared.) Mom, Susan, and the Coulters bid them farewell and then they got in their car and drove off.
The camp was emptying of people I knew well, and was full of people I didn’t know so well. With everyone leaving, Gina, Kendall, and I shared several knowing looks. We knew we’d have to talk about what would happen after the summer, but none of us wanted to.
A little while later, Susan came down to the lake, clad in her usual bikini bottoms. She stopped by where Gina, Kendall, Kara, and I were sunning ourselves.
“Paul, do you think you could come by later today and look at my yard. There’s a lot of storm debris that I’d like to clean up. It’s nothing major, a couple hours of work, but I’ll pay you for it.”
I shrugged. “You don’t have to pay me,” I said. “As long as you let me lift the heavy branches. I know you like to help, but you and pine branches are a dangerous combination.”
Much to Gina and Kendall’s mild consternation, Susan and I laughed at our shared joke.
“See if I fix you peas again,” she said tartly.
That set us both to laughing again.
“When would you like me to come by?” I asked, once we’d regained our composure.
“Anytime this afternoon,” she said.
“Would you like some help cleaning up?” Gina asked me.
“Sure,” I quickly replied. Then I looked to Kendall.
“I go where my man goes,” she said. Then she grinned guiltily when she realized what she’d let slip in front of Susan.
Gina and I grinned as well, but for a different reason. The likelihood of Susan not knowing about the three of us was practically nonexistent. I didn’t know how we’d do it, but Gina and I needed to discreetly tell Kendall a little more of our background, especially where Susan was involved.
We quickly decided that I’d go take a look at Susan’s house and yard after dinner. Then we’d do the work the following morning. Susan offered to fix us breakfast, and we readily accepted.
“Breakfast won’t be anything special,” she said, looking pointedly at me, “but I’m sure I can whip up something you’ll enjoy.”
I rolled my eyes at the audacity of mentioning our special breakfasts, but she shrugged it off with an impish grin.
“Okay,” I said, trying to return the conversation to a more mundane tack. “I’ll see you later this afternoon.”
“And then we’ll all be there first thing tomorrow morning.”
“Be sure to fix a lot of food,” Gina said with a grin. “Paul really likes a big breakfast.”
“You know,” Susan said to her seriously, deliberately not looking at me, “I like a big breakfast too.”
I nearly choked on my tongue at her double entendre. And I’ll never know how Susan said it with a straight face.
After that, she went off to talk to my mom and Gina’s parents. Kara was reading her book, so Gina, Kendall, and I decided to swim out to the raft and relax where we could have some privacy. Once there, we watched Drew try in vain to impress Erin and Leah.
“He’s so transparent,” Kendall said after a few minutes. “Now that the easy Jordan girls are gone, he’s looking for his next score.”
“Me-ow!” Gina said, making cat-clawing motions with her hand.
Kendall blushed. “Was it that bad?”
“Not really. I’m just teasing you.”
“Sorry,” Kendall said. “I guess I did get a little catty.”
“I do the same thing sometimes,” Gina said with a shrug.
“Yeah, but I hate it when I do it. Anyway, let’s change the subject.”
“Let’s,” Gina agreed. “So... what do you wanna talk about?”
“How about one of my favorite things?”
“What’s that?” Kendall asked.
Gina glanced slyly at me. “Paul,” she said slowly, grinning.
“Mmmmm, one of my favorite subjects too.”
I’m sure I blushed appropriately.
“What should we talk about?” Gina asked, speaking to Kendall as if I weren’t lying between them.
“Oh, I dunno,” Kendall mused, also ignoring me.
Gina pretended to deliberate. “How about we talk about something we both enjoy?”
“And what would that be?” Kendall asked with faux innocence.
I knew where the conversation was headed as well as they did, and I felt my cheeks heat further.
“We could talk about his dick,” Gina said, as if she’d just stumbled upon the idea.
“Hmmmm, we could. I’ve always enjoyed looking at it. And it’s even more fun to feel.”
“Um, girls,” I asked plaintively, “do we have to talk about this?”
“You don’t like us talking about your penis?” Gina asked sweetly.
“Your dick?” Kendall added.
“Johnson,” Gina said.
The girls went back and forth, much to my chagrin and their growing amusement: rod, dong, tool, meat, tube steak, pole, pipe, prick, pecker, salami, schlong, one-eyed monster, skin flute, and so on. I think they spent several minutes trying to top each other. I never realized there were so many words for dick. When Kendall called it the “heat-seeking moisture missile,” Gina lost it. The two of them laughed so hard I hoped their sides hurt. It was funny, though, and I couldn’t help but laugh along with them. When we all finally calmed down, I shook my head in wonder.
“You two realize that I’m going to have to lie on my stomach for the next twenty or thirty minutes,” I said.
“Why’s that?” Kendall asked innocently. Then she winked at Gina.
“Yes,” Gina said. “Why is that?”
“You know why,” I replied evenly.
“Are you hard?”
“Sporting a woody?”
That produced another round of giggling. It was hard to stay mad at them when they were having so much fun.
“Ah,” Kendall sighed. “I never knew talking about a guy’s equipment could be so much fun.”
Gina nodded. “Almost as much fun as looking at it.”
“Oh, I do that all the time.”
“Mmm hmm. Next topic of conversation: why we like Paul’s, ahem, equipment so much.”
“Because he lets us play with it?” Kendall asked artfully.
“Mmm hmm. And he lets us suck it.”
“And stroke it.”
“It’s full of warm, creamy goodness,” Gina said, sounding like a television commercial.
“Ooooh, this sounds like a good topic,” Kendall said.
Then they launched into a discussion of my dick and its relative merits. Listening to them casually discuss it certainly didn’t do anything to ease my condition, especially when they kept discussing things they liked about it. They even compared it to the other guys in camp.
“How about Dwight?” Gina asked.
“Too big. The same with Kevin Nolan. I couldn’t take anything that size.”
Gina shook her head. “Me either. Paul is about the perfect size. But the big ones are fun to look at.”
“Paul’s dad’s got a pretty nice-looking dick,” Gina said. “It’s thick too, but sorry, Paul, I think it’s longer than yours.”
“You’ve never complained,” I said.
She quickly shook her head. “I think his is thinner, though. I still like yours better.”
“It’s good genetics,” Kendall said. “Nice dicks obviously run in the family. Okay, how about Manfred?”
Gina shuddered playfully. “His dick’s too skinny. And I know Manfred too well. Uh-uh. What about Drew?”
Kendall shrugged. “He’s my brother.”
“Yeah, but he’s kinda cute.”
“You don’t have to live with him,” Kendall said.
“But he’s got a nice dick.”
“Gina! He’s my brother.”
“Besides,” Kendall said with a grin, “I still like Paul’s better than Drew’s. Paul’s is thicker, and longer too.”
“You’ve seen Drew with a hard-on?”
Kendall nodded. “Sure. It’s okay, I guess, but nothing special. Like I said, too thin. Anyway, let’s talk about a different guy.”
“Stan Dunbar. He’s got a nice dick.”
“Yeah, but it’s a little too veiny for my taste,” Gina said.
“How do you know what his tastes like?” Kendall asked playfully.
Gina merely rolled her eyes. “Manfred’s dad’s is cute too. Although it’s too skinny as well.”
“Yeah,” Kendall said, nodding. “Genetics.”
“How about Jenny’s dad? He’s got a nice dick.”
“Yeah, he does. Good size, good shape, good length. I give it two thumbs up.”
“Wouldn’t that be ‘two nipples up’?” Gina asked, grinning shamelessly.
With that, they started giggling again. I merely shook my head, half in good-natured dismay and half in amusement. I’m glad they liked my dick, but I never realized they paid so much attention to other guys’ dicks as well.
When they stopped giggling, they started talking about some of the men none of us knew very well. They discreetly pointed to where a large group of people were sunbathing on the shore of the lake and discussed the merits of each guy’s manhood. Some of them they didn’t like: too stubby, too thin, it bends to the side, weird looking, etc.. Others, they did like: good thickness, good length, nicely shaped head, etc. They did wish they could see them erect, however, since it’s difficult to really appreciate a guy’s dick unless it’s hard (according to them).
The whole time they talked, I was almost painfully erect. I’m sure they were having fun, but I was also convinced that about half the reason for the current topic of conversation was to keep me aroused. It probably excited the two of them as well, which is why they were being so imaginative.
The conversation ultimately turned to the finer points of fellatio. Evidently, Kendall had done a lot of reading on the subject, so she was able to contribute quite a bit to the discussion. With her book knowledge and Gina’s empirical knowledge, they ended up having a lengthy discussion. My erection seemed to throb with a mind of its own, with no relief in sight.
“Okay,” I said at last, interrupting a minor debate over friction versus suction. “If you two keep this up, I’m going to make a scene.”
“Why, whatever do you mean?” Gina asked, blinking innocently.
I growled at her.
“I think he’s excited,” Kendall said.
“Hot to trot!”
“Okay, you two,” I said with good-natured menace, “you asked for it.”
I quickly rose to my knees and then crouched with my back to the sunbathers, hoping to hide my jutting erection. In a flash, I scooped up Gina and tossed her over the side of the raft. Kendall squealed and tried to get away, but I caught her ankle and pulled her toward me. She squirmed and resisted, but I threw her over the side as well. Before the splash had died down, I launched myself over them and arced into the water. The shock of the cold water did nothing to abate my hard-on.
The girls were sputtering, laughing, and trying to keep me away by splashing water at me. They backed toward the shallow end of the lake, but I waded after them, undeterred. I caught Kendall first. She struggled, but I was far stronger than her. I picked her up and tossed her toward the deeper part of the lake. Gina splashed me vigorously and tried to get away, but I caught her as well. She soon followed Kendall, gracelessly flying through the air as I heaved her upward.
Then I swam toward them and captured Gina before she could get her bearings. I slung her over my left shoulder, her ass in the air. I gave her a playful swat for good measure and then waded toward Kendall. The water was just above my waist, so I could still move pretty quickly. When I reached her, I bent and caught her around the waist. I easily lifted her onto my right shoulder.
With two laughing, squealing girls over my shoulders, every eye on the shore was watching us, most of them chuckling. The girls tried to wriggle free as I waded into deeper water, but I held on tight. When the water was up to my chest, I flexed my legs and tossed the girls. Their laughing screams of outrage were incredibly rewarding. When they surfaced, I tried to look unfazed by their giggles.
“Had enough?” I asked.
“We surrender!” Kendall said, although it was clear she was only playing along.
“Don’t manhandle us,” Gina said facetiously, laughing.
“Please don’t throw us in the briar patch, Brer Paul.”
I stepped close to them so my voice wouldn’t carry. “Well, I was all ready to go somewhere and have a little fun.” I shrugged. “But since you’re not interested, I guess I’ll just go somewhere by myself and jerk off.”
“Hold on a second,” Gina said quickly.
“Unnnnh,” Kendall whined at the same time.
“So you are interested?” I asked.
“Let’s get our towels,” Gina said.
Kendall quickly nodded her agreement.
We gathered up our things and headed up the hill. My dick wasn’t exactly hard, but it certainly wasn’t soft either. I tried to keep moving, so no one could get a good look and realize I was semi-erect.
Since both Mom and Erin were at the lake, we knew my cabin would be deserted. When we got there, I actually did jerk off, if only a little. I quickly had a lot of help. The day before, we hadn’t had time for the blowjob lesson, so Kendall wanted it now. Gina was more than happy to oblige. I flopped down on the couch and avidly watched as the girls moved between my wide-spread legs. They teased me a little, rehashing their conversation about how to give a good blowjob, instead of actually doing it. But enough of the discussion involved some lips-on instruction, so I was happy.
Gina demonstrated and then Kendall imitated her. Neither of them could take more than half my dick, but that didn’t matter, since they concentrated on the sensitive glans. Finally, Kendall said she wanted to swallow my come. Gina grinned unabashedly and moved aside. With all the playing around and instruction, I was already very close.
Watching Kendall pull her hair back and tuck it behind her ears in preparation only made me more eager. When she finally started taking long, slow strokes, with lots of tongue, I almost grabbed her head and forced her down. With one hand, she leisurely jerked me off while she sucked me. With the other, she cupped my balls and pressed her fingers against the area immediately beneath them.
“Get ready,” Gina said, sensing how close I was. “When he comes, he shoots a lot, and the first couple of spurts are usually pretty strong.”
Without taking her lips off my straining erection, Kendall nodded. Gina looked at me and smiled. She must’ve been in heaven watching Kendall suck me off. When I felt the first rush of orgasm, my legs and buttocks tensed up.
“He’s gonna come,” Gina warned. “Get ready to swallow.”
Kendall locked her lips around my shaft, just below the crown, and started stroking me (just like I’d shown her the day before). Then she did something unexpected—she pressed her fingers against the spot under my scrotum.
It felt like she’d detonated a bomb inside my groin! Wild lances of pure pleasure speared through my body and a flash erupted behind my eyeballs. I cried out wordlessly and arched my back, every muscle going taut. Great, huge, gushing torrents of sperm shot from my dick and flooded Kendall’s mouth. I vaguely recall hearing her cry out in surprise and excitement. My eyes clamped shut and my senses closed off, one by one, as my orgasm overpowered them.
When the room finally stopped spinning, Kendall was coughing. I opened my eyes and looked down my torso. Her eyes were watering and she had a very surprised look on her face. Rivulets of come ran down her chin, where they had ultimately dripped onto her upper chest.
Gina was staring at her in amazement. “I don’t think he’s ever come that hard before,” she said, stunned.
Kendall coughed again. “Wow!”
“What did you do?” Gina asked.
Kendall swallowed and then smiled bashfully. “Something I read about.” She looked at me in amazement. “But I had no idea...”
“What was it?” Gina asked excitedly.
“I read that when a guy has an orgasm, it feels even better if you massage his prostate.”
“Show me,” Gina practically demanded.
I merely watched as Kendall showed Gina how to put pressure on the spot under my balls—my prostate, evidently. They excitedly discussed the possibilities while I lay there, feeling like I’d just lost a ten-minute wrestling match with Emmett Carstairs (the arrogant prick). According to Kendall, it felt even better if the girl stuck her finger in the guy’s ass. Fortunately, none of us were really enthusiastic about that idea!
Eventually, Gina noticed that Kendall still had come on her chin and chest. I could see that Gina clearly wanted to help the other girl clean it off, with her tongue, most likely, but she restrained herself. Instead, she fetched a wet, warm washcloth from the bathroom. Kendall’s relieved expression prompted Gina to smile warmly in understanding. After she cleaned her face and breasts, Kendall gently washed me off. My dick was completely limp, and she lovingly moved it around as she wiped me clean.
Both girls had gotten worked up while they’d been sucking me off, but I was in no condition to have sex with either of them. Instead, I decided to get creative. While I sat on the floor with my back to the couch, I had Gina kneel on the couch, over my face. I licked and sucked her pussy until I had her juices on my cheeks and chin. Then I had her switch places with Kendall, who I gave the same treatment. While I was licking Kendall’s hooded pink clit, Gina knelt between my legs and sucked me back to life.
When I was hard enough, I had both girls kneel on the couch, facing the window. I stood behind them and played with their pussies. When they were both moaning softly, I moved behind Kendall and entered her. I had to take my time and slowly work my dick into her pussy, but she took it all, flinching only once. Then I gripped the flare of her hips and began gently thrusting. While I slid my cock in and out of her, I reached over to finger Gina’s pussy.
After several minutes of fucking Kendall, I pulled out. She groaned and glanced at Gina enviously. Then I stepped behind Gina and thrust into her with more force than I’d used with Kendall. While I was pumping into her, I played with Kendall’s pussy.
I switched back and forth several more times, fucking each girl for a few minutes before moving to the other. Gina came first, heaving and shuddering as I pounded into her. When she collapsed on the couch, I moved behind Kendall. As I thrust into her, I reached around and played with her swaying breasts. I rolled and pulled on her nipples, which finally sent her over the edge. As I recognized the first twinges of her orgasm, I thrust into her one final time, burying my dick to the root. Her already tight pussy fluttered and contracted around it. When she came, she was nearly silent, trembling and panting as her orgasm suffused her with pleasure.
I still hadn’t come yet, so I pulled out and gently lowered Kendall to the couch. Then I offered my slick cock to Gina. She eagerly licked it clean and then wrapped her lips around the shaft. Kendall watched with hooded eyes as Gina finished me off, swallowing as I squirted into her mouth. Belatedly, she remembered to try pressing against my prostate, but I’d mostly finished coming by then.
Afterward, we all cleaned up in the bathroom. Once we were presentable again, we went back down to the lake as if we hadn’t been Up To Something. Completely sated, we spent the rest of the afternoon dozing on our lounge chairs.
After dinner, I stopped by Susan’s house to look at the storm damage. As she had said, it was limited to fallen branches. I surveyed things while we walked together and talked about some of the new families at camp.
We continued our conversation inside, the topic changing to the difficulties of sharing me. I know she wanted some time with me, but adding Kendall to the relationship had complicated things. A lot. The complications were worth it, but they were still a factor.
If I wanted to treat Kendall as Gina’s equal, then the “rules” that Gina and I had established would also hold for my relationship with Kendall. That meant I wouldn’t go behind her back and have sex with someone else, someone outside our relationship. Someone like Susan.
Susan, of course, understood completely. We sat on the couch just talking about it for a while. I had my arm around her, and she was simply enjoying my company. But I could tell that she wanted more. I wanted more as well. I certainly missed our conversations, but I also missed the sex. We talked about it for a few minutes, more wishful thinking than anything else. Underlying everything, though, was Susan’s love for me and her desire for my happiness. So she eventually returned the conversation to me and my relationship with Gina and Kendall.
“How are things going with Kendall?” she asked.
“Good, actually. A lot better than I thought they might.”
I told her about the previous day, in broad strokes. Once again, she simply let me tell the story my own way, without any interruptions. I mentioned that Gina and Kendall had worked things out so Kendall and I could be alone together. Then I told her about Kendall misleading me about her virginity, and how her first time had been painful. I told her about Kendall and Gina having sex. It was mostly one-way sex, but it was more than Gina or I (or Susan) had expected. I also told her about Kendall not being on the pill, and the fact that I needed to get some rubbers. Finally, I talked about how Kendall had mostly accepted the three-way relationship we had. When I was done, Susan looked at me seriously.
“It sounds like Kendall has a very open mind,” she said.
“Do you think she’d understand about the two of us?” she asked.
“I honestly don’t know.”
“Gina knew about her own parents’ lifestyle before she found out about you and me. And while Kendall may know your parents are swingers, there’s a big difference between knowing and understanding.”
“Yeah. Gina has had a lot more time to get used to it.” I laughed, short and sharp. “I’ve had more time to get used to it. I might not’ve known about my parents’ swinging before a few weeks ago, but it didn’t take me long to adjust.”
She nodded in agreement, but then turned thoughtful. “Kendall knew about you having sex with both Gina and Kara, right?”
“Yeah. Although I think she figured it out before we told her.”
She sighed pensively and shook her head. “I just don’t know her or her family well enough.”
“Well, she reads a lot. And like you said, she seems to be pretty open-minded.”
“But how do you think she’d react if she knew about you and me having sex? Would she accept the fact that I’m not a threat to her relationship with you? Would she even accept the fact that I’m old enough to be your mother, yet we have sex? In other words, would our age difference be a problem for her?”
It was my turn to shake my head. “I don’t know.” Then I snapped my fingers. “Wait a minute! Today! She and Gina were talking about the guys in camp.”
I blushed. “Well, they were kinda talking about their dicks.”
“I see,” she said with a wry grin.
“Yeah, they were teasing me. But anyway, they were talking about the men too.”
“Talking about? How?”
“Well,” I said, “they were talking about their dicks, as I said, and whether or not they liked them. She didn’t seem to be turned off by the fact that they were grown-up men.”
She nodded thoughtfully. “So, she might not be shocked by an older man and a younger woman, such as herself. Which means she might not be shocked by you and me. But that’s a big ‘might.’”
“And she might still be territorial.”
“Territorial?” I asked, a little confused.
“She might not like anyone having sex with you, unless it’s Gina, regardless of age.”
“Oh.” Then I shook my head. “I don’t think she’d be territorial. I don’t know why, but...” I shrugged. “I mean, she never saw Jenny as a threat. Do you think I should talk to her? About you and me, I mean.”
She shrugged again.
I wasn’t used to seeing Susan not know what to do. In one way, it was understandable, and it made her more human. But in another way, it was frustrating, because I’d become accustomed to her good advice.
“I think I’m going to trust your judgment on that. You and Gina can talk it over. And if you think Kendall will understand about you and me, then you can tell her. I’ll trust your judgment about her discretion.”
“Okay. I’ll talk to Gina about it.”
“Okay,” she said, smiling warmly. “But before you go, there’s one other thing I wanted to talk to you about.”
“Stacy called today. Last Friday was her final day with my accountant, so she has the next week off. She wanted to take a little vacation before she has to move.”
“That sounds like a good idea.”
“Mmm hmm. She wanted to come here for a few days.”
“Oh,” I said cautiously. If she wanted to have sex with me, it could cause some major complications. On top of the complications I already had, that is.
“Mmm hmm. I think you see the potential for problems. Did you think about how Kendall affects things?”
“Stacy thought she was giving you up for Gina, and only Gina. If she finds out you’re also involved with Kendall, she might wonder why you couldn’t be involved with her as well. I think it would hurt her feelings.”
“I hadn’t even thought about that,” I said with mild horror.
“Mmm hmm. Stacy isn’t over you,” she said. “I don’t think she ever will be. She’ll always love you. But I think she’s starting to move on. She understands that you two are in different places in your lives—she’s going to college, you’ll be going home to high school. But it’ll be a tough transition for her. And knowing that you have not one but two girlfriends would hurt her very badly, especially since she wouldn’t be one of them.”
“So maybe it would be best if you didn’t mention Kendall to her.”
I nodded emphatically.
“Just be circumspect, and respect her feelings.”
“I will. I promise.”
“I know you will. Now, you’d better head back, before your girls miss you,” she said with an impudent grin.
With that, we headed toward the kitchen door. When I got back to the clubhouse, I found Gina, Kendall, and Kara talking on one of the couches. As I joined them, the two younger girls looked up expectantly. I explained that the cleanup shouldn’t be any problem, and would probably only take a couple of hours. After that, we decided to play Scrabble. I did better than the night before, but the best I could manage was second place in one of the games. I did learn a lot of new words, however, which is good. I guess.
The next morning, the three of us met up at my cabin before heading to Susan’s house. I finished my workout, quickly showered, and then we headed down the hill. Once there, Susan let us into the kitchen. To my surprise, she didn’t have her bikini bottoms on. Kendall tried not to stare at Susan’s smooth pussy, but she obviously couldn’t help herself.
“Paul already knows about my... bare necessities,” Susan said to Kendall with a wry grin, indicating her nether lips. “And since the rest of us are girls, I didn’t see the need to wear my bottoms.”
“I always wondered about that,” Kendall said. Then she grew fascinated. “You shave it?”
“Every day,” Susan said brightly.
“Doesn’t it itch?”
“Not if I shave regularly.”
“Oh,” Kendall said. She looked thoughtful for a second. Then she turned to me with a look of sudden understanding. For a moment, she looked like she wanted to ask me a question, but she evidently changed her mind.
“You don’t mind,” Susan asked, “do you?”
Kendall quickly shook her head. “Not at all.”
“Thanks,” Susan said warmly. “Now, let’s get breakfast on the table.”
During breakfast, Susan told the girls that they could drop the “Aunt” prefix and simply call her “Susan” like the rest of her friends did. I grinned as she worked her magic, easily charming Kendall (and Gina, to a lesser degree) with her poise, grace, and insightful intelligence. God, I love smart women, I thought to myself. After we ate, we headed outside to get started. Susan had two pairs of leather work gloves and two pairs of softer gardening gloves.
“Kendall, I wanted to get some of these plants repotted. Would you mind helping me?” Susan asked.
“Not at all, Aunt... I mean, Susan.”
While the two of them worked in and around the courtyard, Gina and I started clearing branches and dragging them to the burn pile behind the house. While I handled the bigger branches, Gina collected smaller ones and errant pinecones. Once we were safely out of earshot, she asked what was going on with Susan and Kendall. I quickly explained about the conversation from the day before.
“So Susan wants you to have sex with her?” Gina asked.
“Or us, if you’d like.”
Her eyes lit up.
“You do like, I see.”
“Oh, my God, yes.”
“But I’m not sure how Kendall would react.”
She nodded thoughtfully.
“In some ways, you know her better than I do. Do you think she’d understand about me and Susan?”
She pondered the question for a few moments. But before she could answer, Susan’s phone rang. Because she often worked outside, she had an outside ringer that she could turn on or off with a switch. The ringer was quite loud, and it startled us. When it stopped ringing—because Susan answered the phone, no doubt—we went back to work. A few minutes later, Susan walked around the corner of the house.
“Gina, go find your father, please. Tell him he had a long distance phone call, and I’ve got a message for him. It’s not an emergency, but it’s important business, so he needs to return the call.”
“Okay,” she said. “I’ll be right back.”
Ten minutes later, she returned from the direction of the lake, walking beside her father. Susan accompanied him inside as he went to use the phone. Gina, Kendall, and I exchanged curious looks and milled around the courtyard. When Gina’s father came out, several minutes later, he looked a little excited.
“Gina,” he said, “go find your mom. She’s down at the lake. Tell her to meet me at the cabin. Okay?”
“What’s going on, Dad?” she asked.
“I’ve got to go on a business trip, Princess,” he said. “It’s important.”
“Where are you going?”
“To Atlanta,” he said distractedly. “The... um... the station has an airline ticket waiting for me in Columbia.”
“Is everything okay?” she asked.
He nodded. “It’s fine. It’s just a... last minute meeting. I didn’t expect it, but it’s a good thing. Now run along. Go get your mom. I’ve got to get ready to go.”
Things were in a minor uproar after that. Gina fetched her mom and they went up the hill to their cabin. Kendall and I hung around Susan’s house and got back to work. The women returned to the plants, while I went back to dragging fallen limbs to the burn pile.
Just as we were finishing, Gina came back. She quickly explained that her dad would return on Friday and that it wasn’t an emergency. Her mom was going to drive him to Columbia and then pick him up when he returned. When we pressed her about why he had to go, especially so suddenly, she merely shrugged. Apparently, she didn’t know any more than we did. We asked Susan what the call had been about, but she wouldn’t tell us anything. We tried cajoling her, but she steadfastly refused to divulge any information, telling us it was Chris’ business, and he’d tell us if he needed to.
When we finally gave up trying to wheedle information out of her, Susan went inside for a moment and then returned with towels and soap. We all washed off in the courtyard shower. I took the opportunity to play with the girls, teasing and covertly fondling them. Kendall looked scandalized at first, but she quickly realized that far from disapproving, Susan actually laughed along with us. She didn’t join in, really, but she had fun watching my antics.
Afterward, she offered to take us to town for lunch and ice cream. She also whispered in my ear that it would be a good time to stop by the drugstore. For a moment, I wondered what she was talking about. When she pointedly looked at my penis, I immediately understood. Suddenly, I became very enthusiastic about a trip to town.
Kendall got permission from her parents while Gina told Kara and my mom about the trip. Since I was with Susan, Mom had no objections to my going. We quickly headed to our respective homes and got dressed. I made sure to pocket some of my hard-earned cash so I could buy rubbers.
The drive to town was a lot of fun. Susan let us pick the radio station, and we drove with the windows down, laughing and singing at the top of our lungs. Kendall rode up front, while Gina and I had the back seat to ourselves.
We had pizza for lunch and then went to the ice cream parlor for sundaes. Gina, Kendall, and I had this monstrous concoction that consisted of seven scoops of ice cream, bananas, whipped cream, hot fudge, caramel sauce, nuts, and a cherry on top. Susan settled for a mint chocolate chip cone, and merely watched with amazement as the three of us devoured our gargantuan sundae.
Afterward, Susan said she had some things to buy at the drugstore. Gina, Kendall, and I looked at each other. Kendall’s eyes lit up as she sensed the opportunity, and I tried not to chuckle at my foreknowledge. When we got inside, Susan quickly picked up a basket and went off by herself.
I’m almost ashamed to admit that I’d never bought rubbers before. Consequently, I had no idea where to look for them. Gina and Kendall were equally in the dark, so we started cruising the aisles, trying to be nonchalant. Unfortunately, three nervous teenagers creeping through a drugstore are far from nonchalant. Near the last aisle, a tall, severe man in a white coat appeared before us.
“Can I help you, young man?” he asked ominously.
I felt like running for my life. Instead, I drew upon some hidden reserve of courage. “Yes, sir,” I said politely. “Could you please tell me where I can find... um... protection?”
“What kind of protection do you—?” He eyed me sharply. “Protection?”
I nodded. “Yes, sir.”
“Do you mean prophylactics?”
High school sex ed class saved me, since I actually knew what the word meant. I couldn’t have spelled it to save my life, but I knew what he was talking about. I nodded bravely. “Yes, sir.”
He eyed the girls, who flanked me. “I see,” he said disapprovingly.
I don’t know what it was, but something in his haughty, condescending demeanor brought out the mischief in Kendall. I never would’ve expected her to speak up, but she did.
“We need at least two dozen,” she said. Out of the corner of my eye, I sensed her looking at Gina. “Enough for both of us.”
“Enough for bo—,” the man started to sputter.
“We’re conscientious young women,” she said, interrupting him. “We’re responsible for our bodies, ourselves. Now, if you’ll kindly help us, we’ll make our purchase and be on our way.”
I wanted to stare at her in disbelief, but I stood my ground and we presented a united front.
The man shut his mouth with a clomp. Without saying another word, he went behind the tall counter and produced two boxes. I was prepared to grab them, quickly fork over my money, and then bolt, but Kendall had other ideas.
“We would like latex, please,” she said.
The man started to say something, but thought better of it when he looked at Kendall. After all, she did look eighteen or nineteen.
“And please make sure they’re lubricated,” she added.
The man smiled tightly and brought out two different boxes.
Kendall actually made a show of studying them. “Thank you. These will do nicely.”
“Will that be all?” he asked frostily.
I finally worked up the courage to speak. “Yes, thank you.”
He rang up the rubbers and I paid him. Then he put the boxes in a brown paper bag and handed it to me.
“Thank you very much,” Kendall said sweetly.
With that, we calmly walked to the front of the store. Susan was waiting for us, holding a small bag, and smirking. As soon as we got outside, Gina, Kendall, and I burst into excited conversation, laughing and shaking our heads.
“You’re quite a self-possessed young woman,” Susan said to Kendall.
Despite her tan, Kendall turned deep crimson.
“Oh yes,” Susan said. “I saw the whole thing.” When Kendall started to protest her innocence, or defend herself somehow, Susan interrupted her. “Don’t worry, Kendall. Your secret’s safe with me. You’re right, you are responsible for your own body. If you’re not on the pill like Gina, you need protection. We wouldn’t want you and Paul to miss out on any fun simply because you don’t have birth control.”
Kendall’s eyes widened in disbelief.
“Besides,” Susan added with an impish grin, “the look on the druggist’s face was absolutely priceless!” After that, she recounted things from her perspective and we laughed some more. Then she said, “He probably thought you were going to steal something. Little did he know he was about to tangle with a Liberated Young Woman.”
I could hear the capital letters in her tone.
Kendall blushed again and we teased her good-naturedly. Even she couldn’t believe what she’d done. We were still laughing about it as we pulled onto the highway. About fifteen minutes before we reached the sandy road to the camp, Susan looked at us and grinned mischievously.
“Hey, girls,” she said. When she had Gina and Kendall’s attention, she continued. “Let’s take our clothes off before we get to camp. C’mon, we’ll drive in the nude.”
My eyes flew open in amazement.
“What happens if a cop stops us?” Gina asked.
“Then we’ll let Kendall deal with him,” Susan said with a grin. While still driving, she started unbuttoning her shirt.
“My dad is a cop,” Kendall said thoughtfully.
“And with your body,” Gina added, “I think the cops’d let you rob Fort Knox, as long as you’re naked.”
Kendall blushed again as we all laughed.
When Gina started taking off her clothes as well, Kendall shrugged and joined in. Susan had to contort herself a little, since she didn’t stop the car while she took her shorts off, but in a few moments, I was the only one in the car wearing a stitch of clothing.
“C’mon, big boy,” Gina said with a laugh. “Join the naked women. Take those clothes off.”
“Yeah,” Susan added from the front seat, “show us the good stuff.”
Kendall merely stared, too stunned to speak.
I grinned and pulled my shirt over my head. When I slipped my shorts off, my half-hard dick flopped free. Even Susan stole a glance, a fact which Kendall undoubtedly noticed.
The rest of the drive back to camp was filled with fun and laughter. We didn’t get stopped by the cops, nor did we even see another car, but it was still fun knowing we could’ve been seen by anyone we passed. Susan dropped us all off at my cabin and then waved as she drove down the hill to her house.
“Susan is really cool,” Kendall said in mild amazement.
“She sure is,” Gina said with a grin. “She sure is.”
Later that night, the three of us went for a walk by the lake. As soon as we reached the nature trail, we turned down it. Gina had brought a blanket and I had three rubbers with me. Kendall was so excited that she nearly dragged us toward the clearing. Once there, we quickly spread out the blanket.
Even though Kendall was obviously eager, I could tell that she was waiting for me to make the first move. I was more than happy to do so, pulling her into my arms and holding her luscious body against mine.
“Do you mind if I watch?” Gina asked.
Kendall quickly shook her head.
“Then don’t mind me. I’m just going to take up a small corner of the blanket and play with myself.” When I looked at her, she grinned broadly and gestured for me to pay attention to Kendall. “Go on, Paul,” she said. “You have a girl in need.”
“Yes,” Kendall breathed.
I sank to the blanket and pulled her with me, my lips never leaving hers. In no time, I was between her legs, licking and sucking her pussy. She writhed and clutched at my hair, not making a sound as her arousal mounted. When she was wet and very ready, I knelt between her upthrust knees. I carefully tore open the foil package and rolled the rubber over my erection. Then I lowered my hips and set the tip of my encased member at her opening. Her eyes were wide with excitement as I pushed my glans into her.
I held her eyes with my own as I slowly, languidly sank into her in one smooth motion. When my hips ground against her pelvis, she reached for my neck to pull me down. Her lips found mine and she moaned into my mouth. As we kissed, I pulled my hips back for the first thrust. I sank into the tight heat of her body and then hooked my arms under her shoulders. Her breasts pressed against my chest, and she closed her eyes in pleasure as I began moving within her.
I held back as long as I could, stopping twice and waiting until my impending orgasm subsided, but she was so incredibly tight that I simply had to come. She drew her legs along my sides, tilting her hips so I could probe deeper. Then she kissed me passionately. I felt the first rush of semen flowing up my shaft, so I buried my dick inside her. She arched her back and pulled me tight as my cock swelled and began to fill the rubber.
“I can feel it,” she whispered. “I can feel it. You’re coming inside me.”
I was incoherent with rapture and didn’t answer her with anything more than a low grunt. From my right, I vaguely recognized the sounds of Gina in the throes of a quiet orgasm of her own. When my climax finally subsided, I lovingly gazed into Kendall’s eyes.
“Did you like it?” I asked, panting.
She nodded, her eyes already misting over.
“Very good,” she said quietly.
When I separated from her and pulled off the rubber, Gina sucked me back to life. She said she didn’t really like the taste of the lubricant, however. The latex didn’t smell too good either, so she suggested we bring a washcloth next time.
While Gina sucked me, I went down on Kendall. After that, time became a blur of body parts, tongues, lips, juices, and soft sighs. When we finally walked up the hill, I’d used all three rubbers. I’d only come in two of them, but I’d used the third to fuck Kendall until she climaxed explosively. Then I pulled off the rubber and fucked Gina doggie style. When I was ready to come, she turned around and swallowed my third load.
When I dropped each of the girls off, they kissed me softly. I climbed into bed and was asleep before my head hit the pillow.
Tuesday was a pretty normal day. Before Stacy came to visit, Gina, Kendall, and I had a serious discussion. Kendall already knew about how Stacy felt about me, and she understood the need for discretion. I think Kendall’s attitude had changed when she learned that Stacy was willing to sacrifice her happiness for my own. Kendall readily agreed that we didn’t need to tell Stacy about our three-way relationship.
When Stacy arrived, Susan and Mom greeted her warmly. She was a little shy and nervous around me at first, but quickly warmed up when Gina invited her to join us for lunch. Kendall was a little wary at first, unsure of how Stacy would react to her. So she was very relieved when Stacy was friendly and open. They didn’t have many interests in common, but they seemed to enjoy each other’s company.
After lunch, we mostly lounged around the lake. Kara was happy to see Stacy, and they spent the rest of the afternoon together, talking and laughing.
Kendall mentioned that she wanted to go to the quarry the next day, ostensibly to get away from camp. Gina and I quietly teased her about wanting to use more of my stash of rubbers.
“Of course,” she said, laughing softly. “It’d be a shame to let them go to waste.”
We asked our parents if we could hike to the quarry, and they all agreed. That night, Susan had a “girls only” wine and cheese party at her house, with Mom, Elizabeth, Kara, and Stacy. Erin, who had started her period, was spending the night with Leah. Drew was probably off sulking, since the younger girls didn’t seem to pay much attention to him. I couldn’t bring myself to feel sorry for him, since he’d done it to himself.
In any event, Gina, Kendall, and I had our cabin to ourselves. The girls wanted to have sex with me in my bed, and I was more than willing to accommodate them. It was a little crowded with three people up there, but we were all very friendly.
Afterward, I took a shower with each of them and thoroughly enjoyed washing their lovely bodies. The water turned cold midway through Gina’s shower—Kendall had joined me first—but we didn’t care. With chilly water running down my back, Gina dropped to her knees and sucked me off one final time.
Before the girls’ midnight curfews, I escorted them home: Gina first, then Kendall. The cabin was quiet when I got back, and I merely lay in bed, thinking about the day and making a mental list of things we’d need to take on our hike in the morning.
I don’t know what time it was when Mom came home, but it was late. Thinking I was asleep, she lightly brushed her hand across my forehead. Then she kissed me on the cheek. When I inhaled, I smelled a combination of wine and baby powder.
I know she must have missed Dad a lot. So if she wanted to have a party with the other women, that was fine with me (not that she needed my permission, of course). With a grin, I drifted off to sleep, glad that she’d had an enjoyable evening.
The next morning, Gina greeted me as I was doing dumbbell curls. Then I rested for a moment and started doing shoulder presses. Kendall joined us a few minutes later, carrying two oranges. She and Gina peeled and ate them while I watched. They teased me with the slices, sucking on them as if they were little penises. By the time I was done jumping rope, I had a noticeable hard-on.
Since Mom was still asleep and Erin was at the Coulter cabin, I slipped off my workout shorts and waved my stiff penis at the girls. They cooed appreciatively, so I stroked myself a couple of times. Heedless of the fact that we were out in the open, Gina dropped to her knees and started sucking me. Before things could progress any further, I pulled her to her feet and trotted up the stairs, bound for the shower.
While the girls fixed breakfast and lunch, I loaded the pack. As Gina was putting the finishing touches on our french toast and sausage, I loaded Kendall’s sandwiches and macaroni salad into the backpack. Then I packed several Cokes, and we hurriedly ate breakfast before setting out. During the hike, we laughed and teased each other, eagerly anticipating the time by ourselves.
When we got to the quarry, we quickly set up our picnic spot and then went for a swim. For a while, we floated on our backs, holding hands in a circle and staring up at the cloudless sky. The weather was hotter than the first days after the storm, but still reasonably nice. After a while, we swam back to the flattop rock and lay down to relax and enjoy the sun.
All during the hike up, I’d been thinking about several things we all needed to talk about. Gina and I had discussed it, and we decided to tell Kendall about my relationship with Susan. We didn’t think she’d be too shocked, and we trusted her to be discreet, no matter what.
I wanted to spend some time with Susan, and I know she wanted to be with me. Gina was excited about the prospect of joining Susan and me, but how Kendall would react was anything but certain. And to be honest, I don’t know if I was up for sex with three women at once. I’d done it once before—with Susan, Mom, and Stacy—but I hadn’t actually had sex with all three of them. So I didn’t even know how I really felt about it. I was excited at the prospect, but also a little nervous.
If nothing else, I wanted Kendall to understand about my relationship with Susan and not feel threatened by it. In many ways, Susan was more than a lover. She was a mentor and friend. And while I had learned a lot about sex, I think I learned even more about life and how to be an adult. I definitely wanted to have sex with Susan, and I hoped that Kendall would understand and want to join us. My worst fear was that she would overreact if she disapproved.
We also had to talk about what would happen after the summer, but that could wait for later. Neither Gina nor I had addressed the issue, but we both knew it was something we’d have to deal with. We definitely didn’t want a repeat of the previous year’s painful estrangement. In addition, we would all have to decide how to handle things with Kendall. She was going off to college, and having two long-distance relationships would quickly run me ragged.
Before lunch, Kendall wanted to fool around. Gina wanted to relax in the sun, so Kendall and I went for a swim. Then we lay on the large raft and floated into the middle of the lake. I had thoughtfully brought along a rubber, so Kendall quickly sucked me to hardness and rolled it over my shaft. Then she straddled my hips and impaled herself on my erection.
While she rode me to a slow, gentle orgasm, I ran my hands along her torso, hefting her breasts and teasing her sensitive nipples. After she came, she collapsed against my chest and whispered for me to fuck her hard. I gripped her ass and started pumping my hips. She whimpered each time I slammed into her, urging me on with her soft cries. Finally, I filled the rubber with my seed and let my hips fall to the raft. Kendall stayed on top of me, panting, and we simply relaxed together, enjoying the feeling of being together.
During lunch, Gina and I looked at each other and silently agreed that it was probably time to talk to Kendall about Susan. While we ate, I had a silent conversation in my mind, working out exactly what to say and how to say it. I also tried to imagine Kendall’s responses. By the time we were finished eating, I was pretty sure I knew what I wanted to say.
“Paul?” Kendall asked, before I even had a chance to open my mouth. “Is everything okay?”
“Um, yeah.” Then I laughed softly. “I guess you could tell I was a little preoccupied.”
Gina looked at me nervously.
Kendall saw the glance and grew worried. “What’s going on?” she asked anxiously.
I smiled as soothingly as I could.
Gina’s expression was insistent and worried at the same time.
“What’s the matter?” Kendall asked again, beginning to panic.
“Nothing’s the matter,” I said. “We just need to talk.”
“Talk?” she asked ominously.
“It’s nothing bad,” I said. Kendall was getting more and more worried, and Gina was looking at me intently, waiting for me to smooth things out. “Hold on,” I said quickly, to both of them. Then I turned to Kendall. “We just need to talk. Gina and I have something to tell you. It’s nothing bad. It’s just something you need to know about me and my past.”
“Are you okay?” Kendall asked, her panic turning to concern.
“I’m fine. More than fine.” This was not going according to plan. “As a matter of fact, I’m great. I have two girlfriends who love me, I’m enjoying a relaxing picnic with them, and the weather is beautiful. I couldn’t ask for more.”
I grinned sheepishly. “Okay, let’s start again. I had this all worked out in my head.” I took a deep breath and looked at Kendall. “There’s something I need to tell you,” I said.
“You’re not sick, are you?”
I quickly shook my head, laughing. “No, I’m not sick.”
She waited anxiously, visibly trying not to let her bottom lip quiver.
“Listen, it’s about Susan. I... well...”
Gina looked at me and put her hand on my thigh, her expression full of love and support.
I started speaking, my voice becoming calmer as I continued. I told Kendall about the previous summer, and how my relationship with Susan had begun. I didn’t give her all the details, but I made it clear that Susan and I had been having sex.
When she didn’t look particularly shocked, I continued. I told her about how Susan gave me advice about women, and about life in general. Then I told her about the current summer, and how my relationship with Susan had resumed. I also made it clear that Gina knew about the relationship. Gina nodded when Kendall looked at her.
Then I told her about how I’d learned that Susan was a swinger too, and about her relationship with Gina’s and my parents. Of course, she already knew about our parents, but she didn’t seem surprised to learn that Susan was part of the group. Finally, I told her that Susan was an extremely important part of my life, and that I would always have a relationship with her, sexual or platonic. Much to my surprise, Kendall laughed softly. Then she nodded in understanding.
“You love her, don’t you?” she asked.
“Yes,” I said evenly. “I do.”
“But it’s not the same as with Gina and me, is it?”
I furrowed my brow, a bit surprised by her immediate insight. “No, it’s not.”
“You’re not shocked?” I asked.
“That you had sex with Susan?” she asked. “Not really. I kinda figured you had.”
“What made you think that?” I asked, feeling my throat close up. Now, it was my turn to panic. If Kendall knew, then who else did? Had we been that obvious? Did anyone outside Gina’s and my family know? What would they think? What if...?
She shrugged. “I don’t know, really. I guess it was a lot of things. I just put it all together in my head and it made sense. I was pretty sure, but not positive. It explains a lot, though.” She looked thoughtful for a moment. “Like, now I know why you get so turned on by a shaved... um... by a shaved pussy.”
“You and Susan are a lot more... intimate with each other than you are with other people. Except Gina and me. You and Susan don’t touch each other as much, though. I guess you’re real careful about that.”
I nodded again.
“And that’s what I had my doubts about. But when I saw you two together, while we were cleaning up her yard, and then on the trip to town, I kinda knew.”
“Why didn’t you say anything?” I asked.
She shrugged. “I guess I thought you’d tell me if it were important.” Then she grew pensive. “Wait a minute. That’s what this talk is about. Isn’t it?”
I nodded slowly. “Susan is an important part of my life. She’s like one of my best friends. And...”
“She’s your lover,” Kendall said, finishing my unspoken thought.
“More or less,” I said cautiously. “But it really depends.”
“On what? Never mind, I know what it depends on.” She lowered her gaze and stared at her hands for a several long, agonizing moments. “It depends on me,” she said softly, almost timidly. When she looked up again, she gazed at Gina. “What do you think of all this?”
Gina shrugged noncommittally. “I dunno,” she said. “I mean, I’ve known that Susan and my parents were involved for a while. And when I found out about her and Paul, I guess it never bothered me. I know she’s not going to try to steal Paul away from me... from us, I mean.”
Kendall nodded. “So why tell me this? Why now?”
I squared my shoulders and looked at her levelly. “Because you need to know. It’s part of what makes me who I am.”
She sensed more. “And?”
I felt my face heat. “And... well... she...”
“She misses you!” Kendall said, snapping her fingers. “That’s what that look was about!”
She looked at me and quickly explained, excitement overriding her uncertainty. “The other day, when we were all working together, and then in town...”
“You know I watch people, right?”
“It’s just something I do. Well, I didn’t realize it at the time, but whenever Susan looked at you and she thought no one was looking, she had this look of... I dunno... ‘desire’ may be too strong a word. Maybe ‘longing’?” Then she nodded and answered her own question. “Yeah, ‘longing’ is the right word.” She looked at me. “She misses you.” And then the implications hit her. “Oh, my goodness. She wants you to keep having sex with her.” It was clear that she was a little proud of herself for figuring it out, but also a little shocked at the emotions the revelation uncovered. “And you want to know how I feel about that?” she asked, unprompted.
“How do you feel about it?” Gina asked.
“Weird,” Kendall said flatly. She paused for a moment, lost in thought. Then she laughed, half ruefully, half nervously. “Does she like girls too? All you swinger girls seem to be bi.”
I nodded solemnly. “But that’s really beside the point.”
“For you, maybe,” Kendall said. “Gina’s the first girl who’s ever touched me... you know... down there. And now you want me to do it with Susan too?”
“Whoa!” I said. “Hold on. No one said anything about you ‘doing it’ with Susan too.”
“Well, that’s what you want, isn’t it? You want to see me and Gina with Susan, right?”
“Not at all,” I replied hastily.
“Then what do you want?” she asked, tears welling up.
“First,” I said firmly, “I want the three of us to be happy. After that, everything else is secondary.”
She nodded, a little shakily.
“But I also want Susan to be happy.”
“And Susan wants to have sex with you,” Kendall said.
“With us,” Gina said, smoothly cutting in, “if you want to. Susan knows that you and I are the most important people in Paul’s life, except for maybe his parents and sister. She loves him, too. But she’s not going to force him to choose between us and her.”
I quickly nodded.
“I don’t want anyone else to know that I...,” Kendall said softly. “You know... to know that I’ve done it with a girl.” She studied her hands intently. Her voice barely above a whisper, she said, “I don’t want anyone else to know that I kinda liked it.”
Gina looked at me, shocked. She quickly moved to comfort the other girl. “No one will know. No one will ever know. Not unless you tell them,” she said softly, soothingly.
“And what?” Kendall asked, tears finally rolling down her cheeks. “We’re just supposed to share Paul with her?”
“Not if we don’t want to,” Gina said earnestly.
Kendall sniffled. “That’s what she wants, though. Isn’t it? What will she do if we don’t let Paul have sex with her? Will she tell my parents what we’re doing? Will she tell them about the rubbers? Will she...?”
“Shhhh,” Gina said soothingly. “Susan isn’t like that. Think about it for a second. She’s a really nice woman. She’d never do anything to hurt you, or to hurt us. She knew about the rubbers when we bought them, but she hasn’t said anything to your parents, has she?”
“I wouldn’t be here if she had,” Kendall said sullenly.
“Exactly,” Gina said.
“Listen,” I said reasonably. “Susan understands about our relationship. And she knows that if you’re uncomfortable having sex with her, or uncomfortable with me having sex with her, then it won’t happen. She knows that. When I talked to her about it—”
“You talked to her about us?” Kendall asked, shocked and a little scared.
“Kendall,” I said softly, but firmly, “there isn’t much I wouldn’t talk to Susan about. I trust her, one hundred and ten percent.” When she nodded, I continued. “When I talked to her about it, she was more concerned about how you’d react, not whether or not you’d let her join us.”
“What if I don’t want you to have sex with her? What if I don’t want her to join us?”
I shrugged. “Then I won’t do it. We won’t do it.”
She looked at me hopefully, her eyes red-rimmed. “You mean that?”
“Absolutely,” I said with conviction. “Gina’s right. Susan knows that you and Gina are the most important people in my life. If you don’t want me to do something, then I won’t do it.”
She was thoughtful for several long moments. Gina and I looked at each other but neither of us could tell what the older girl was thinking.
“If I did want to... to... you know.”
“Would I have to... do it... with her too? Or could I just be with Gina?”
I took her hands in my own and looked into her eyes. “You could do whatever you want.”
“Could I maybe just watch?”
“And she wouldn’t tell my parents?”
“She wouldn’t tell your parents.”
“Well,” she said, smiling for the first time since the conversation began, “she is really cool and all.”
Gina and I shared a tentative smile.
“Yeah,” Gina said. “She is. And I think her shaved pussy is pretty cool too,” she added, subtly turning the conversation back to sex.
“Yeah,” Kendall said, looking up and sniffling. “That is pretty neat, isn’t it?” Then she shook her head. “Goodness! Who knew that when this summer started, I’d be having this conversation? ”
“Who knew?” I repeated quietly.
She laughed. “I never, ever would’ve thought things’d turn out this way. Never.”
“Us either,” Gina said with feeling.
After that, we hugged each other, with Kendall sniffling, but smiling wanly. When she calmed down a little, we waded into the water to cool off and relax. I came up behind Kendall and hugged her to my chest. She tilted her head back and I kissed along her neck. When she beckoned for Gina to join us, I smiled. Kendall kept her eyes closed as Gina fondled her large, buoyant breasts. Then Gina tenderly sucked Kendall’s nipples to erection while I rubbed my hard-on against her from behind.
Eventually, we moved the raft to the top of the rock, covered it with the blanket, and lay down. With the afternoon sun warming us, we made love slowly, languorously. Kendall didn’t actively participate with Gina, but she didn’t discourage her either. When Gina kissed down Kendall’s smooth stomach, the older girl spread her legs in silent invitation. It wasn’t full-fledged sex between the two of them, with each giving and taking, but they both enjoyed it. I simply moved between the girls, slowly fucking Gina from behind or letting Kendall suck me.
None of us talked, but we really didn’t need to. Kendall realized how much we loved her, and how important she was to us. With our bodies and our actions, we showed her that she wasn’t simply the second girlfriend. By the time we were spent, she was relaxed and smiling. I spooned behind her, my arms holding her close. She had her hand on Gina’s stomach as the darker girl lay on her back in front of her. Gina was idly running her hand along Kendall’s thigh, a few inches below her pussy. As our breathing slowly returned to normal and our sweat dried, Kendall sighed.
“I don’t know if I’m ready for sex with two girls and a guy,” she said, “but I’m willing to try.”
Instead of answering, I kissed the hollow behind her ear and hugged her tight.
“I just want to make you happy,” she said to me. “And... and you too, Gina.”
“And we want to make you happy, Kendall,” Gina said softly.
Later that afternoon, we were simply lounging around, enjoying the quiet. I had let a little air out of the raft, folded it in half, and was using it as a makeshift backrest. Kendall had put her hair up and was propped between my legs, leaning against me. I was rubbing her arms and shoulders while Gina was sitting cross-legged in front of us.
“God, it’s nice to be able to sit like this sometimes,” she said.
Kendall nodded. “And not have to worry about who sees ‘all the way to the Promised Land’,” she said with a laugh. “That’s what my grandmother used to say.”
“Promised Land is right,” I quipped.
Kendall playfully slapped my hand.
We were quiet for a couple of minutes, just enjoying the sound of the falls. Then I felt Kendall tense up.
“Hey y’all,” she said, “I was thinking.”
“Always dangerous,” I said.
“I’m serious,” she said. “Listen.” When I nodded, she continued. “I’m really nervous about Susan.”
“Nervous how?” I asked, suddenly concerned.
“I’m just nervous. I’ve... I’ve never done anything like that before. I’ve never done anything like this before, either,” she said, indicating the three of us. “I always thought I’d escape from home, go to college, meet some brainy, totally gorgeous guy, and then get married and settle down.” She paused for a moment, silently thinking. “I never thought you two would... um... recruit me for a ménage à trois.”
“Ménage à what?” I asked.
“A threesome,” Gina said matter-of-factly.
“Exactly,” Kendall said.
“But... do you like it?” Gina asked.
Kendall quickly nodded. “Don’t get me wrong, I do.” She rubbed my arm. “A lot. But it’s all kinda happening so fast. I guess I understand, though, because we don’t have much time when we’re all together.”
“But it’s still weird. And I guess that makes me a little nervous, especially the part about Susan.”
“Why’s it make you nervous?” I asked.
She shrugged. “I dunno. It just does. I guess because she’s a grown-up.”
“Yeah,” Gina said, “but she’s really cool. She’s not like any grown-up I know.”
“Me either,” Kendall added. Then she turned reflective. “I guess I never really thought I’d have Paul in the first place. Not when my family got to camp and you two were together,” she said to Gina. “I’m happy that we’re together, all three of us, but it’s a big change for me. A big mental adjustment.”
“But I’m still nervous,” she said quietly. She paused for a moment, lost in thought. “I guess I’m simply afraid of flying.”
“Huh?” Gina and I asked simultaneously.
Kendall chuckled. “It’s this book, one that my mom would kill me if she knew I had.”
“Oh?” Gina asked, her eyes lighting up.
“It’s called Fear of Flying, by Erica Jong.” She chuckled again, remembering. Then she warmed to her explanation. “The story is about this woman named Isadora, who’s afraid to fly, like in an airplane. But that’s only part of it. In reality, she’s afraid to fly, as in, to let herself go. She’s married, but she meets up with this guy at a conference her husband is attending. Isadora and Adrian, the guy, go all over Europe, sleeping by the side of the road, having sex, swapping partners with people they meet at campsites.” She laughed lightly. “It’s kinda like the three of us, swapping partners at The Pines.”
“And the book is really witty, with funny stuff like details of toilets in Europe. But anyway, Isadora is afraid of letting herself go. And now I know how she felt. She keeps going, though, having all these wild experiences, until she loses her fear. It’s kinda funny, though, because most people who’ve read the book think she’s only looking for a ‘zipless fuck.’”
“A zipless fuck?” Gina asked. “Like, sex in a skirt or something?”
Kendall shook her head. “Lemme see if I remember.” She paused for a moment and wordlessly repeated something a few times, trying to get the phrasing right. Then she assumed an I’m Quoting bearing. “‘A zipless fuck is absolutely pure. It’s free of ulterior motives. It’s not a power game. The man isn’t taking and the woman isn’t giving. The zipless fuck is the purest thing there is. And it’s rarer than the unicorn.’”
“What’s that mean?” I asked.
“I guess it’s about sex without emotional involvement or commitment,” Kendall replied. “But that’s not really what Isadora was after. At least, that’s not what I think she was looking for. I think she was really trying to overcome her inhibitions.” Then she suddenly grew quiet and laughed nervously.
“Like you are,” Gina said quietly.
Kendall nodded hesitantly.
“And sex with the two of us is part of that,” I asked, “isn’t it?”
Another tentative nod.
“Is that why you’re nervous about Susan?” I asked.
“Uh-huh. Like I said, I guess I’m afraid of flying.”
I wrapped my arms around her and kissed the nape of her neck. “You don’t have to be afraid with us.”
“I know,” she said softly. Then she shook her head in thoughtful remembrance. “When I first read Fear of Flying, I wanted to be just like Erica Jong. I even thought about dying my hair blonde.” Then she blushed. “I want to let go and lose my inhibitions, but I’m a little afraid. So you’ll need to help me. You’ll need to help me fly. Okay?”
“We will,” I said, and kissed her again. “We will.”
Then Gina looked at me and grinned. “I guess this would be a good time to ask about Kara,” she said with a lighthearted laugh. She was obviously trying to lighten the mood, but I was a little confused.
“Ask what about Kara?” I asked.
“I thought she talked to you,” Gina said.
I searched my memory and tried to recall any conversation I’d had with Kara.
Gina laughed when I suddenly looked up, my eyes wide. Then she nodded. “Mmm hmm. She asked if she could join us.”
“‘Join us’?” Kendall asked. “As in...?”
Gina’s grin widened as she nodded.
Then Kendall turned to me, her eyes wide in disbelief. “How many women in camp are you having sex with?”
I started to sputter an answer.
She quickly smiled. “I’m just teasing you. Sort of.” She shook her head, amazed. Then she grew serious. “Sorry. I already knew about Kara.”
“How?” I asked, momentarily perplexed.
“You were cleaning Mr. Kestrel’s house,” she said. “Remember? You told me about what you all were doing.”
“Oh yeah,” I said, breathing a sigh of relief.
Then Kendall turned back to Gina. “That’s one thing I wanted to know. And as long as I’m not going to be afraid of flying, I’m just going to come right out and ask.”
Gina and I shared a grin at Kendall’s newfound courage.
“You and Kara do it with each other?” Kendall asked.
“But she’s your sister. Isn’t it weird or something?”
“Is it weird when you and I do it?” Gina asked.
“No, but that’s different.”
“How?” Gina asked patiently. She’d obviously thought this through.
“I dunno. It’s just different.”
“Is it any different when I lick your clit?”
“Gina!” Kendall gasped.
I could almost feel her blushing.
“Is it?” Gina pressed. “When I go down on Kara, it’s not really any different than when I go down on you.”
Kendall’s jaw dropped.
“We’re sisters. I have fun with her, but I’m not going to give up guys any time soon. I like Paul’s dick too much. But he wasn’t always available. So Kara and I play around.” Then she laughed ruefully. “Trust me, you try saving yourself for a year, waiting until you see your boyfriend again so you can fuck his brains out, and see if you don’t start looking for an outlet.”
“I guess I hadn’t thought of it that way,” Kendall said. “But still, she’s your sister.”
“So,” Gina said with a shrug. “It’s not like I’m going to marry her. And it’s not like either of us is a lesbian. We just like girls and guys both. She likes girls less than I do, but she still likes ’em.”
Kendall was at a loss for words.
“Which brings us back to my question,” Gina said with a grin. “Kara likes guys a lot more than she likes girls. And she’s only gotten laid once since we’ve been here. Well, once by a guy,” she said, her grin widening.
Kendall’s eyes flew wide. “Gina!” she exclaimed.
“It’s true. And she’s getting horny.”
“She told you that?” Kendall asked, a little shocked.
“Sure. We’re sisters. Besides, she wanted me to ask Paul if she could join us again.”
Kendall threw up her hands, but it was clear that it was half in amazement. “I had no idea that my... our boyfriend was the camp stud.”
“Please,” I said, affecting a pained tone. “That’s Mister Camp Stud.”
Kendall laughed in defeat.
“Well,” Gina said musingly, “he’s not exactly the camp stud, but he does have a small harem.” Then she grinned at the other girl. “And just like you and me, the other women in his harem have needs.”
“So Kara wanted me to talk to you about the possibility of her joining us.”
“Here we go again,” Kendall said in mock exasperation. Then she turned around and abruptly grasped my semi-erect dick.
I was too surprised to even flinch.
“You,” she said to it playfully, “are going to get into all sorts of trouble one day.”
“I think he already has,” I said glibly.
“So you don’t mind if she joins us?” Gina asked.
Kendall looked at her and shook her head, both in answer and in wonder. “If I’m going to fly, I might as well soar.”
We all laughed at that, breaking the nervous tension. Our half-forced amusement became genuine.
“Is there anyone else you need to tell me about?” Kendall asked.
Gina and I looked at each other and mischievously pretended to think about it.
Kendall punched my chest. It was a playful punch, but she still put some muscle behind it.
I grinned and shook my head. “There’s no one else.” Then I turned serious. “I’m pretty sure Stacy would want to, but I don’t think it’d be a good idea.”
Gina shook her head. “Neither does Kara.”
I looked a question at her, and Kendall turned as well.
“She says that Stacy’s not really over you,” Gina said with a shrug. “But she’s more or less accepted the fact that she needs to move on with her life.”
I nodded. Then I looked at Kendall and silently counted on my fingers. “I guess that about wraps up the harem,” I said with a roguish grin.
“It’d better,” she said. Then she smiled coyly, a twinkle in her eye. “All this talk of sex has this member of your harem all worked up.”
“Ooooh,” Gina cooed. “Same here.”
“We have needs,” Kendall said, her voice sultry. Her hand gently squeezed my penis and began to stroke it.
“Indeed,” I replied, leaning in to kiss her.
After we returned from our hike, we were exhausted. Not only had the hike been long, but we’d worn ourselves nearly raw having sex. Much as I enjoyed the attention, I was beginning to see some serious drawbacks to having two girlfriends. One of the girls was bound to be horny almost all of the time. But I’m not ready to throw in the towel just yet, I thought with a grin.
The Coulters (minus Chris) and my family (minus Dad) went to Susan’s house for dinner, where Kara and Stacy cooked. Kendall’s parents wanted her to eat with them, since she’d been gone all day, but she promised to meet us at the house afterward. During dinner, we opened a couple of bottles of wine and all enjoyed a glass, even the younger girls. It was relaxing, and with Gina sitting beside me, I felt like a grown-up.
Kendall arrived soon after we’d cleared the dishes. When she did, I got up to bring an extra chair to the table. Gina and I scooted our chairs over to make room for Kendall, next to me. When she sat down, she mentioned that Drew was looking for Erin and Leah.
“We don’t want to see him,” Leah said.
Erin shook her head in agreement.
“Leah,” Elizabeth chided her.
“You know, girls,” Susan said with deceptive mildness, “guys aren’t mind readers.”
“Huh?” the younger girls asked in unison.
Mom hid a grin by dabbing at the corners of her mouth with her napkin.
As the only guy present, I suddenly felt a little outnumbered.
“Guys can’t read your minds,” Susan explained patiently. “A lot of times, they don’t know what they’ve done to make you mad. And it’s especially bad with younger guys, present company excluded,” she said, nodding politely to me.
Under the table, Gina reached for my hand and squeezed it.
Mindful that Stacy was probably watching, Kendall kept her hands in her lap.
“So?” Leah replied. “They shouldn’t do dumb things in the first place.”
To my amazement, almost every woman in the room laughed brightly. Gina, Kendall, and the younger girls were the exceptions.
“What’s so funny?” Leah asked.
“Honey,” Elizabeth said to her daughter, “everyone does dumb things once in a while. It’s how you act afterward that’s important.”
“But guys seem to do dumb things all the time,” Leah half-whined.
“Not any more than girls,” Elizabeth replied.
“Don’t I know it,” Gina said, alluding to her weeklong lapse of sanity.
Susan, Mom, and Elizabeth all smiled indulgently.
“Oh,” Leah said. “Yeah. But—”
“No buts,” Susan said. “Everyone does dumb things. And when a guy does something dumb, he can’t read your mind to figure out why you’re mad at him.”
“So? If he doesn’t know what he did wrong, why should I tell him?” Leah asked challengingly.
Once again, the older women laughed.
“Honey,” Elizabeth said, “how do you learn things?”
Leah shrugged defiantly.
Erin, however, looked thoughtful.
“If you make a mistake,” Elizabeth continued, “your teacher, or your mother, shows you what you did wrong, and how to do it right the next time.” Her point wasn’t lost on the adults in the room, but Leah didn’t want to understand.
“If you don’t tell Drew what he did wrong,” Mom elaborated, “he’ll never learn.”
“He might never learn anyway,” Kendall said, sotto voce, but loud enough for everyone else to hear.
“True,” Susan said. “But then again, he might.” Then she turned to Leah and Erin. “You’ll never know until you talk to him.”
Erin looked at Leah and nodded. “Maybe we should, Leah,” she said.
Leah was wavering, so I decided to speak up.
“Hey, Leah,” I said, leaning forward so I could see her face, “Do you think I’m a bad guy?”
She quickly shook her head, a shy smile crossing her expression.
“Well, I’ve done some monumentally stupid things...” To my utter stupefaction, every woman but Erin and Leah nodded in agreement. I stopped speaking and looked around the room at the women’s grinning faces. The look on my face set everyone to laughing and I felt my cheeks heat.
Gina squeezed my hand and apologized with a look.
“We’re sorry, Paul,” Susan said when the laughter died down. “Please, go on.”
“Anyway,” I continued diffidently, “I’ve done some dumb things too, but someone always told me what I’d done wrong. If they hadn’t, I’d’ve never learned.”
“But you’re different,” Leah said defensively.
Erin shrugged. “What could it hurt if we talked to him?” she asked.
Leah looked at her sharply.
“He was pretty unhappy,” Kendall said.
“He was?” the younger girls asked. Leah looked a little gleeful, but Erin’s expression was full of concern.
“Maybe we should talk to him,” Erin said.
“But if he starts playing favorites...,” Leah warned.
“We won’t give him the time of day,” Erin finished.
They looked at each other for a long moment and then Leah nodded. “Okay,” she said at last. “I guess we can talk to him.”
“And let him know what he did wrong,” Elizabeth said. “Be subtle about it, though. Tell him it’s okay for him to have a girlfriend, but he shouldn’t treat other girls like they don’t exist.”
Mom and Susan both nodded in agreement.
When the younger girls left, off to find Drew, they were talking excitedly.
Kendall looked around the room in awe. “Where were you all when I was growing up?” she asked.
“We were right here,” Mom said, reaching out to put a hand on Kendall’s own. “You were just too shy to talk to us.”
Kendall grinned bashfully, blushing.
“But we’re glad you decided to join us,” Susan said with genuine warmth.
After that, we all talked for a while, the table breaking up into several smaller conversations. When Gina and I said we wanted to take a walk by the lake, Kendall made an excuse to leave with us, and we said goodnight. Susan was opening another bottle of wine when we left, and we could hear the other women laughing and enjoying themselves.
“Susan and your moms are so cool,” Kendall said as soon as we reached the lake. “Did you see how they worked together? Leah and Erin never stood a chance. Goodness,” she said, turning to Gina, “now I understand why you and your sisters are as independent and assertive as you are.”
Then Kendall turned to me. “And if Susan has been giving you advice since last summer, it’s no wonder we’re in love with you. She’s so cool. Better than Erica Jong any day.” Her grin spread from ear to ear.
“Yep,” I said succinctly.
After that, our conversation turned to other topics, mostly ordinary. Since we were all tired, we simply relaxed on lounge chairs by the lake and watched the sun sink below the far ridge. Once it was full dark, Gina climbed into my lap and wrapped her arms around my neck. Kendall scooted her chair next to mine and I put my hand on her leg. She slid my hand up until it was between her inner thighs, only a few inches from her pussy. I was a little worried when Gina put her legs across Kendall’s thighs, but Kendall merely hugged herself to my arm with one hand and put the other on Gina’s shin.
“This is nice,” Kendall said with a sigh, leaning her head against my arm.
“It sure is,” I said. Then I kissed the crown of her head and inhaled the fragrant scent of her hair.
We sat in companionable silence for a long time, none of us feeling the need to speak. Eventually, I put my arm around Kendall and Gina laid her head on my shoulder. We were all touching one another contentedly, and I can’t remember when I’ve been happier.