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Summer Camp Swingers: Susan Series Book 1

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Chapter 6

Dinner that night was mentally exhausting. Mom, Susan, and Erin chattered about all sorts of things. I didn’t pay enough attention to participate in the conversation, however; I was lost in thought.

If Susan hadn’t been the one stroking my erection in the lake, then that left only one other option. And I didn’t even want to consider what that meant. I had been standing within arm’s reach of both Mom and Susan.

Susan must be teasing me, I thought frantically. She had to have been the one stroking me. She must be letting me think it wasn’t her, to see me squirm.

There were only a few problems with that. Susan enjoyed teasing me, and seemed to enjoy doing it as openly as she could. In addition, she’d never lied to me. I sensed that she was a very honest woman.

All the way up the hill from the lake, she had maintained that she hadn’t grabbed my dick. Why would she lie?

I didn’t want to believe the conclusion I’d come to: she wouldn’t lie. And that could only mean…

“Paul, honey, are you okay?” Mom asked.

I looked into her eyes. Were they the eyes of the woman who’d held my hard dick in her hand this afternoon? Who’d held onto my hardness so she could keep stroking me?

I was appalled that a part of me, an embarrassingly large part, hoped that she was the one.

“Paul?” she repeated more forcefully.

I shook my head, clearing my thoughts.

“What?” I asked as innocently as I could.

“You haven’t said a word all night. Are you all right?”

I nodded, afraid to say anything.

“Are you sure?” she pressed.

All three of them were looking at me now.

“I’m fine,” I said.

The rest of dinner passed without incident. Mom and Susan kept their expressions well-schooled, and Erin was oblivious.

That night, I lay awake a long time, thinking about the day’s events. I couldn’t tear my mind away from the fact that having Mom caressing my erection thrilled me. My emotions ran the gamut from ashamed to excited.

Finally, I drifted off to sleep.

✧ ✧ ✧

The next morning, I awoke with a chill, dimly realizing it was still very early in the morning. I had been dreaming of being in the lake, and of the cold water. I had also been dreaming that Mom and I were the only ones there, and that she had been gently stroking my erection. As my thoughts cleared, I realized that I was very cold, and my erect penis was pointing at the ceiling.

I reached down to pull my sheet up, thinking that I must’ve kicked it off sometime during the night. That would certainly explain why I was dreaming about being in the cold lake.

I decided to leave my erection alone this morning, to let it go down by itself; so I rolled over quietly. When I looked down from the top bunk, I realized that Mom’s bed was empty. I looked up, and when I saw that the bathroom door was open, I knew she wasn’t in there either.

I lay there for a moment, letting my erection subside, then I climbed down out of bed. My half-erect penis flopped back and forth with each rung of the ladder. Once on the floor, I looked around. The door to the cabin was open, and I saw Mom sitting in the rocking chair on the porch.

I quietly watched her for a few moments. I realized with a start that her right hand was idly toying with her right nipple. I could clearly see that it was erect as she circled her index finger around it.

I stepped toward the screen door and opened it quietly. As I stepped outside, Mom looked up, and I gently let the screen door close, holding it so it didn’t slam. No sense waking up Erin and ruining things, I thought to myself.

When I stepped outside, Mom dropped her hand and looked up at me, smiling.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” she said.

“Good morning,” I said, taking a seat in the other rocking chair.

We sat quietly for a few minutes, enjoying the early morning sounds of the pine forest.

“How much more work does Aunt Susan have for you to do?” she asked.

“We’ve still got to go through the back wall of the garage. There are actually more boxes there than on the side wall. We finished the side yesterday before we left for town.”

“Ah,” she said noncommittally.

“And after we finish with the garage, I was going to help Dwight put up the new roof panels on her back patio.”

“Mmm hmm. Aunt Susan told me that Dwight and Karen would be in this weekend,” Mom said. “So that’s it?” she asked.

“I guess.”

We went back to simply enjoying the morning, but I could tell Mom was deep in thought.

We sat there in silence for almost fifteen minutes.

“You’d better go brush your teeth before you head over to Aunt Susan’s,” Mom finally said, turning to look at me. “And comb your hair too.”

I nodded and got up from the rocking chair. Once inside, I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and comb my hair. When I came out, Mom had come back inside.

As I walked toward her, headed for the door, she stepped toward me. Without warning, she wrapped her arms around my torso and hugged me tight, like she had when I was a kid.

“You know I love you very much, Paul,” she said, her cheek pressed against my chest.

I wrapped my arms around her. “I love you too, Mom,” I said, a little confused. I could feel her breasts pressing against me, her hard nipples boring into my flesh. More ominously, I could feel the heat of her body washing over my dick. I desperately didn’t want an erection now.

Thinking about it, however, only made things worse. I loosened my arms to let go of her, hoping she would do the same; but she kept her own tight about my chest. With an inaudible groan, I felt my penis stiffen.

It quickly reached full hardness and pressed against the flesh of her stomach. She didn’t react, however, and I guessed that she simply didn’t notice. I hoped, at least. Unfortunately, the contact of my glans pressing against her flesh only served to make me harder.

Finally, she loosened her arms and released me a little. She stood up on tiptoe to kiss my cheek and I felt the tip of my penis brush over her pubic hair. It swelled with the contact, and I almost wrenched myself from her arms and bolted.

“I’d better let you go, or you’re going to be late,” she said with a smile.

She withdrew her arms from around me, and then I did bolt. I ran through the screen door and let it slam shut behind me. I ran all the way to Susan’s house, my erection leading the way.

✧ ✧ ✧

When I got there, Susan was sitting at the wrought-iron table with her legs demurely crossed, drinking a glass of juice.

I abruptly came to a halt at the entrance to the courtyard, panting from my jog down from our cabin, my erection sticking out and bobbing with my heartbeat.

Susan arched an eyebrow and looked down at my hard-on. “Tough morning?”

I shook my head. Then I reconsidered, and nodded. On second thought (or was it third), I really didn’t want to go into details, they were too weird—I shook my head again, firmly this time.


Hesitantly, I nodded.

“I see.”

She paused for a moment as I gulped air.

“Were you expecting to get that thing,” she nodded to my stiff penis, “sucked this morning?”

I grinned sheepishly. Truth be told, I had been expecting just that. But I hastily decided that taking Susan for granted was not only unfair, not to mention rude, but it was also a Really Bad Idea. I shook my head, “Not expecting… just hoping.”

She raised her eyebrows in surprise, “Good answer!”

She looked me up and down, as if appraising me. I returned her frank stare with as much humble need as I could. I don’t know if she bought it or not, but finally she gestured for me to come into the courtyard.

“Come stand beside me,” she said.

I readily complied

“Closer,” she said.

I took a step closer.

She dropped her eyes to look at my erection, then crooked a finger at my manhood in the age-old “come here” gesture.

I shuffled forward until the tip of my penis was nearly touching her face. She looked up at me and smiled wickedly.

As I looked down at her, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Then she slowly closed her lips around the head of my penis. She swirled her tongue around the head and then took as much of my dick into her mouth as she could, wrapping her lips around it about two inches from the base.

I think watching her suck me off was almost as incredible as the feeling of her doing it.

She really seemed to enjoy sucking my dick, and I wasn’t about to complain. With her left hand, she reached up to fondle my balls as she sucked me to completion. The look on her face as I shot my load down her throat was one of pure ecstasy.

After she swallowed, she opened her eyes and winked at me, her lips still wrapped tightly around my shaft. I smiled in return and took a deep breath as she gently nursed on my shrinking cock.

Finally, she let my limp member slip from her red, saliva-slick lips.

“What would you like for breakfast?” she asked, smiling at me and standing up smoothly.

✧ ✧ ✧

We worked all morning on organizing the boxes on the back wall of the garage. There were a lot more boxes than on the side wall, but as it turned out, they were far better organized. It seemed like they were things that Susan’s father had packed away himself.

For most of the boxes, Susan only had to open them, quickly look through them to get a rough inventory, and then re-tape them. In that fashion, we worked through more than half the boxes before lunch.

We were about to break to get something to eat when Susan looked at me thoughtfully.

“You know,” she said, pausing to gather her thoughts, “Dwight and Karen are supposed to be here later today. If we go to the hardware store today, we can go ahead and get the panels for the patio roof.”

I nodded.

“Why didn’t I think of this yesterday?” she asked rhetorically.

“’Cause you had something else on your mind?” I asked. She looked up at me sharply, and when she saw the grin on my face, she realized that I was teasing her and grinned in reply.

“Touché!” she said. “But that’s neither here nor there. Do you think you can go to the hardware store with me this afternoon?”


“One thing though…,” she said. “This trip won’t be like yesterday. I’m still a little sore.”


She blinked at me then smiled, pointing at her crotch.

I finally Got It. And I was immediately concerned, “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, Paul. Just still a little sore, that’s all.”

“I didn’t hurt you?!” I asked, panic tingeing my voice.

She smiled reassuringly, “Yes and no.” Seeing my face, she hurriedly continued, “You gave me a good workout yesterday.” My face must’ve clearly registered my panic and shock. “It’s okay, Paul. I enjoyed it. Very much, as a matter of fact. But I need a little time to recover.”

“Oh,” I said, my relief evident in my expression.

“Okay then. Let’s shower and get some lunch, then we’ll head out,” she said.

With that, we headed inside.

✧ ✧ ✧

Even though we showered together, it was a chaste shower. Well, as chaste as a horny fifteen-year-old in a shower with a beautiful, naked woman can be. I borrowed some of her sons’ deodorant again as she went off to get dressed and dry her hair.

Susan fixed sandwiches and we ate lunch in relative silence.

“Why don’t you go find your Mom and make sure it’s okay for you to go,” she said, clearing our dishes. “Then you can meet me back here. Okay?”

“Sure,” I said and headed out the door.

The first place I went was the lake. I didn’t see Mom, but Erin was lying on one of our loungers reading a book.

“Have you seen Mom?”

“Blond woman, about 5’4”, good bone structure that she has undoubtedly passed on to her only daughter?”

“Yeah, Erin. Where is she?” I asked, exasperation sharpening my tone.

“She said she was going to the cabin to take a nap,” Erin replied, sensing that I was in no mood for her games.

“Thanks, Erin, I really appreciate it,” I said sincerely.

Looking up from her book and realizing that I was sincerely thanking her, she looked shocked. “Uh… you’re welcome,” she said.

By then, however, I was already headed up the hill.

✧ ✧ ✧

As I reached the cabin, I made an effort to be quiet. The cabin door was shut, so I figured she was indeed asleep. I gently opened the screen door, then turned the knob on the cabin door as slowly as I could. I eased the door open and saw her lying on the bed with the sheet covering her legs and hips. As I quietly stepped into the cabin and my eyes adjusted, I could see that her right hand was between her legs, rubbing in tight circles. Her left hand was kneading her bare left breast.

I was stuck. I quickly realized that I was too far in to easily back out. I turned on my heel and was trying to sneak back out when the screen door betrayed me by squeaking.

I heard Mom sit up quickly. I had already gotten turned around and headed back out, so I couldn’t see the look on her face.

“It’s okay, Paul. You can come in,” she said, slightly breathless.

I froze.

“You don’t need to be embarrassed, honey.”

“I’m not,” I said, facing away from her. It wasn’t entirely untrue. But Mom didn’t know why I was really embarrassed.

“C’mon back in, honey.”

I shook my head. The problem wasn’t that I’d seen her masturbating, as she thought. The problem was the reaction it had provoked in me. I had a raging hard-on, and the more I tried not to think about it, and the sight I’d just seen, the worse it got. Treacherous organ!

“Paul, please turn around, honey, I’m not mad at you,” she said, almost pleading with me.

I let the screen door close (of course it stayed silent now) and cupped my hands in front of my erection, for all the good it would do. Then I slowly turned toward her. Her eyes dropped to my hands, and what they couldn’t hide.

“Oh!” she gasped, her hand quickly covering her mouth.

I turned six shades of red.

“I’m so sorry, honey. I didn’t mean to…,” she said. She paused, and then seemed to gather her courage. “Well, now that everything’s out in the open, so to speak, there’s no need to be circumspect about things, now is there?”

She threw off the sheet and swung her legs to the side of the bed.

“Come over here and sit down, Paul,” she said, patting the bed next to her.

With leaden feet, I shuffled toward her, as if to the gallows. I sat next to her, flushed with embarrassment, my hands still trying vainly to hide my erection.

“You can put your hands down, honey.”

I didn’t move.

“I’ve seen an erection before,” she said gently.

I reluctantly complied.

“I guess it’s too late to have a birds and bees conversation with you,” she said, smiling ruefully. “Way too late,” she said softly, as if to herself. “You saw?”

I didn’t answer, ashamed of my reaction.


I nodded jerkily.

“I was masturbating,” she said reasonably, gently. “You know women masturbate too, right?”

I nodded, still not trusting myself to speak.

“It’s natural, Paul, and nothing to be ashamed of.”

I shook my head.

“And a young man getting an erection is a natural thing too, and nothing to be ashamed of either,” she said, nodding at my manhood. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see her gaze linger on my penis. Nervously, she licked her lips.

“Paul, look at me.”

I didn’t move.

“Look at me, please.”

I reluctantly raised my eyes to meet hers.

“It’s okay,” she said firmly, reassuring me. “You understand that there’s nothing wrong with either of us?”

I nodded, knowing she wouldn’t let me off the hook until I agreed.

“Good. I’m glad,” she said earnestly. She hugged me, but the contact only made me harder. Quickly, she changed the subject. “Did you come up to the cabin for a reason?”

“Aunt Susan needs me to go to the hardware store in town to help her pick up the fiberglass panels for her patio roof,” I blurted out in a nervous rush.


“So I came to ask you if it was okay for me to go with her.”

“That’s fine, honey,” she said, obviously relieved as well. “You’d better get dressed, she’s probably waiting on you.”

I nodded and stood up. As I walked over to the dresser, I could feel Mom’s eyes on me, watching as my erection bobbed in front of me.

I put on a pair of underwear, which my erection immediately tented out, and grabbed my shorts and t-shirt from the day before. I put on clean socks and quickly located my shoes. Shoving my feet in and quickly tying them, I bolted out the door, looking back only to say goodbye.

✧ ✧ ✧

When I got to Susan’s house, she was waiting for me in the courtyard. She was dressed much like yesterday; her hair up in a pony tail, a men’s long-sleeve shirt with the cuffs rolled up, a gauzy skirt, and her strappy sandals.

The drive to town was uneventful. Susan and I talked about inconsequential things at first, then we simply enjoyed the drive together in silence. I think she quickly sensed that I was preoccupied, and she mercifully let me keep my thoughts to myself.

I was thinking of Mom.

I was still embarrassed that I’d walked in on her masturbating. I was even more embarrassed that I’d gotten an erection.

It was wrong for me to have sexual thoughts about my mother. Wasn’t it?

I didn’t want to have them, yet I did. I wanted to act out my fantasies with Mom. But that would be wrong. Wouldn’t it?

Intellectually, I knew that it would be wrong. But that didn’t change the way I felt. And I was ashamed of the way I felt. But secretly, deep down inside, I enjoyed fantasizing about having sex with Mom.

I knew, however, that any fantasies that I had would stay just that, fantasies. Mom would never have sex with me. It would be wrong. Wouldn’t it?


If Susan hadn’t been the one fondling me in the lake the day before, it must’ve been Mom. I wasn’t 100% convinced that Susan wasn’t pulling my leg, but still…

Mom had been eyeing my erection as I got dressed earlier, of that I was sure.

I was so confused. I knew what I wanted, but I also knew that it would never become a reality. So I reluctantly pushed my carnal thoughts about my mother to the back of my brain and took notice of the world outside the car for the first time.

Susan noticed that I was alert again, and turned to me with a smile.

“Back from woolgathering?”

I nodded.

“Anything you want to share?”

I shook my head.

“Sure? You can share anything with me,” she said earnestly. “You know that, don’t you? It’d stay just between us.”

I nodded. “Maybe later,” I said, trying to mollify her.

“Okay,” she said. “When you’re ready.”

I nodded again and she let the subject drop.

✧ ✧ ✧

At the hardware store, we went back through the rows of nuts, bolts, and other hardware to the back patio where the outdoor and gardening supplies were located.

Once there, we looked around, trying to find the fiberglass panels we needed. When we didn’t see them after ten minutes of searching, Susan told me to wait there while she headed to the front of the store to find the owner.

I was leaning back against a pallet full of bags of concrete when I saw a fast-moving shape out of the corner of my eye. I had no time to react before the shape resolved into a person, who then tripped over my outstretched feet.

I vaguely saw it was a young woman as she stumbled forward, her momentum carrying her faster than her tangled feet could manage. She got a hand down to the ground to stabilize herself and almost didn’t go down. But in the end, inertia overcame her balance and she stumbled forward onto her hands and knees.

Fortunately, she was wearing overalls, which had protected her knees. I rushed over to help her up, hooking one hand under her right arm to lift her.

“I am so sorry,” I said as she stood up. I bent over to brush off her knees.

“It’s okay, no problem. I’m a klutz anyway,” she said, dusting off her hands.

I finished brushing dirt from her knees and stood up. “It was completely my fault,” I said, “I shouldn’t’ve had my feet out like that.”

“No, it was my fault,” she said. “I wasn’t watching where I was going.”

She finished wiping off her palms and looked up at me. Recognition brightened both our expressions. It was the cashier from Winn-Dixie.

“It’s you,” we said simultaneously.

We laughed at the coincidence. I desperately tried to remember her name, visualizing her with her nametag on. I drew a blank.

“Do you work here?” she asked. “I’ve never seen you here before.”

“No,” I said. “My friend and I are here picking up some panels for her patio roof.”


“Oh? You remember her name?”

She gave me one of those “of course, dummy” looks.

“Oh, yeah,” I said.

Hope brightened her expression, “She’s here?”

Interesting… “Yeah, she’s up front finding the owner,” I said.

“Mr. McMasters?”

“I guess.”

“He’s probably not here, but his son’ll be up front.”

“Oh, okay. I guess she’ll find him.”

“What is it you need? Maybe I can help you. I’m in here all the time anyway.”

“Green corrugated fiberglass roof panels?” I asked, somewhat doubtfully.

“Hmmm,” she frowned in thought. “I can’t remember seein’ ’em. They may have to order ’em from Spartanburg.”


About that time, Susan walked around the corner, clearly looking for me.

“Oh, hello,” she said upon seeing the slim brunette.

When the young woman saw Susan, her eyes lit up, then she quickly schooled her expression.

“Stacy, isn’t it?” Susan asked.

I mentally kicked myself. Stacy. Of course.

“Mmm hmm,” Stacy replied wordlessly, clearly impressed that Susan had remembered her.

“Susan, and…” she fumbled, looking at me.

“Paul,” I helpfully supplied.

“That’s right! Paul,” she said, nodding in recognition.

Susan turned to me, “The owner’s son says they’ll have to order the panels from Spartanburg.”

I smiled as she continued.

“He says it should be a couple of days, that I should call back after the Fourth of July.” She paused, then looked at me. “What’re you grinning at?”

My smile widened further. “That’s pretty much what Stacy just told me would likely happen.”

Susan turned to the young woman with a questioning look.

“I’m in here a lot,” Stacy said simply.

“I see,” said Susan. “What’re you here for?”

“Flower pots,” Stacy quickly answered.


“I like flowers,” she said sheepishly. “They’re cheap and easy. Well, easy for me, I guess.”

“Indeed they are,” Susan said, laughing brightly. “You’re not working today?”

“Saturday’s my day off. I’m lucky, I guess. The manager of the store is sweet on me, so he lets me have Saturdays off,” she said, shaking her head. “I guess he thinks maybe I’ll go out with him one of these Saturday nights.”

“Will you?” Susan asked.

“No, probably not. He’s not my type.”

“I see.”

“I’d better get going,” Stacy said, blushing.

“Would you like Paul to help you carry your flower pots to the front?”

Stacy turned to look at me, “I guess it’s the least he could do.”

Susan looked at me quizzically.

“I tripped her and sent her sprawling,” I said guiltily.

“Then it is the least you can do,” Susan said with a smile.

Stacy picked out two large terra-cotta flower pots, about fifteen inches in diameter. I put my arms around them and carried them to the front for her, walking behind the two women as they chatted about flowers.

Once there, Stacy dug into the pockets of her overalls and pulled out a wad of crumpled dollar bills and a handful of change. She paid for her purchases with exact change, scooped her remaining money back into her overall pocket, and turned to Susan.

“It was good seeing you again,” she said, her eyes sparkling with obvious pleasure.

“It was good to see you again too,” Susan said graciously.

Stacy opened her mouth to say something else, then looked embarrassed and shut it again.

I didn’t think anything else about it as she wrapped her arms around the large pots, hefted them, and quickly walked out of the store.

After Stacy left, Susan finalized her order with the owner’s son, a man about ten years older than me, and we walked out to the station wagon.

✧ ✧ ✧

As we turned out onto the road in front of the hardware store, Susan turned to me with a grin.

“She was cute.”

I blushed and nodded.

“And nice,” she added.

We’d only driven a little way, however, when we saw a figure in overalls walking along the sidewalk, carrying two large flowerpots. How many slight brunettes wearing overalls and carrying flower pots could there be in one town?

Susan slowed to a stop next to the young woman, who turned at our approach.

“Do you need a ride?” Susan asked through the open passenger window.

“I’m fine, thanks,” Stacy said, “I only live about a mile from here.”

“That’s too far in this heat,” Susan said, “especially carrying those pots.”

Stacy started to protest again, but Susan overrode her. “Get in. It’s the least we can do.”

I could clearly see that she wanted to get in and didn’t want to at the same time. I wondered what brought on her conflicting emotions, but she finally decided to accept the offer of a ride and moved toward the car.

I opened my door to get out and go open the tailgate. I took the pots from Stacy, set them in the back of the car, and then closed the tailgate.

She was walking toward the rear passenger door, when Susan called through the open window. “You can ride up front with me. Paul can sit in the back.”

Stacy sent a questioning glance my direction, and I simply nodded. She got into the front seat, I got into the one behind her, and we were soon on our way. She directed Susan to her house, which was in a well-kept trailer park; she lived in the smallest trailer at the back of the park.

We drove around the trailer and parked near the front door. There were a multitude of flower pots along the front of the trailer, containing all sorts of plants and flowers. She was evidently serious about her gardening. In addition, there was a Chevy Nova parked by the far end of the trailer.

I wondered why she’d been walking home from the hardware store, but before I had a chance to ask her, Susan stopped the car and got out. Stacy and I followed suit, and I went to the back of the station wagon to get the heavy pots.

“Where would you like them?” I asked.

“Just put them anywhere by the other large pots,” she said, pointing.

I set the pots down and stood up, wiping my hands on my shorts.

“I really appreciate the ride,” Stacy said to Susan.

“You’re welcome. It was the least we could do.”

“Can I offer you something cold to drink, to say thanks?”

I started to demur, but Susan cut in before I could open my mouth, “Yes, thank you. That would be nice.”

Stacy quickly extracted a set of keys from an overall pocket and unlocked the door into the small trailer.

There was a small air conditioner at the end of the trailer, but it was turned off and the windows were all open. There was enough of a breeze that the place wasn’t sweltering, however. As my eyes adjusted to the dimness inside of the trailer, I saw that it was very neat and tidy. Inside, Stacy invited us to have a seat at the small kitchen table while she went to the refrigerator.

“I have iced tea and water,” she said over her shoulder.

“Tea for me, please,” Susan said.

“I’d just like some ice water, please,” I said. Okay, so I’m a Southerner who doesn’t like iced tea.

She got out three glasses and filled them with ice, pouring tea into two and filling the third with tap water. She came over to the table, set our glasses down in front of us, and sat down herself.

We each took long drinks, enjoying the chill of the liquid.

“You have a very nice house,” Susan said, looking around.

Stacy blushed. “Thank you.”

“Is that your car outside?” Susan asked.

“Uh-huh,” Stacy said, nodding. “It won’t start, though, and I don’t have the money to fix it right now. So I walk most places I’ve gotta go.”

“Can I ask a personal question?” Susan asked.

“I guess.”

“This seems like a pretty nice place,” Susan said, nodding to encompass the entire trailer. “Does Winn-Dixie pay that well?”

“Ha!” Stacy said. “Not hardly. Money’s tight all right, but I keep it tight.”

Susan raised her eyebrow questioningly and cocked her head to the side, inviting the younger woman to continue.

“When Randy ran off, good riddance,” she practically spat, “he left the car. That was two years ago. Then last year, my daddy died.”

“I’m sorry,” said Susan softly.

“Don’t be,” Stacy said, her face a mask of scorn. “Daddy was a drunk worse than Randy. Only he had an insurance policy on him. I don’t even think he knew he had it. It was part of his pension from the mill. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to put a down payment on this place.”

“Really?” Susan asked, impressed.

“Well, no, not really,” Stacy said, somewhat sheepishly. “But Mr. and Mrs. Johnson, they own the trailer park, they kinda watch out for me and they’re letting me buy this trailer from them, one month at a time, instead of me having to go to the bank.”

“That’s very kind of them.”

“Yeah, it is,” she said solemnly. “They’re better to me than my parents ever were. And they keep an eye on me: make sure I’m okay, that I’ve got enough to eat, and stuff like that.”


“So I don’t spend any money I don’t have to. In the summers, I work at the Winn-Dixie, to help save up for the fall.”

“What happens in the fall?” Susan asked.

“I’m starting my second semester at the Junior College,” Stacy said determinedly. “I’ve got enough saved up to pay for two more years. Then, if I can afford it, I’m going to transfer to USC, in Columbia, and get a degree in marketing.”

“Mmm hmm,” Susan said.

“So I eat cheap, I live cheap, about the only hobby I have is my flowers, and they’re cheap too. I save everything for tuition and books. I’ve only got so much money, and I have to make it last as long as I can. I know I’ll find a way to make it to the University. Now that I’m free of that bastard Randy,” she made a face of disgust, “and now that Daddy did more for me by dyin’ than he ever did by livin’, I’m gonna make something of myself.”

The look on her face was one of fierce pride and determination, and I could see that Susan was clearly impressed.

“Good luck, then,” Susan said. “Although I don’t think luck’ll have had anything to do with it in the end.”

“Not if I can help it,” Stacy said firmly, “I make my own luck now.”

“Good for you!” Susan said enthusiastically.

After her impassioned explanation, Stacy took a long sip of her tea.

“So right now, I don’t have the spare money to get the car fixed. But I’ll have to get it fixed before school starts. I’ll find a way,” she said, steel in her voice.

“I know you will,” Susan said.

We all sat quietly for a moment, enjoying the cool drinks.

“One down side of saving money by not running the air conditioning, however, is that I bet it gets a little warm in here,” Susan said.

“I’m real sorry about that,” Stacy said. “It just costs a fortune in electricity. And I don’t have company that often.”

“Oh, no, it’s no problem,” Susan hurriedly assured her. “I was just going to get a bit more comfortable, if you don’t mind.”

“No, I’m so sorry, go ahead and get comfortable,” Stacy said.

With that, Susan began unbuttoning her shirt. I watched in silent amusement and Stacy watched with rapt attention.

Seemingly absorbed in what she was doing, Susan unbuttoned her shirt all the way, pulling the tails free of the waistband of her skirt. Stacy could clearly see that Susan wasn’t wearing a bra as the inside curves of Susan’s breasts peeked out. When Susan had the shirt untucked and unbuttoned, she fluffed it against her skin, creating a cool breeze.

From where I was sitting, I was getting tantalizing glimpses of Susan’s nipples. I knew Stacy probably could see at least that much, if not more. She unconsciously licked her lips as Susan grasped the front tails of the shirt and loosely knotted them just under her breasts.

Her midriff and belly button were exposed, along with a healthy portion of her chest.

Stacy jerked her eyes away with an effort as Susan raised her head to look at her hostess.

“Would you like some more tea?” Stacy asked, her voice tight with emotion.

“Yes, please. That would be nice,” Susan replied, her face a mask of innocence.

Stacy hastily stood up and reached for Susan’s tea glass. In her flustered state, she knocked it over. Ice cubes and the remaining tea spilled across the table, directly into Susan’s lap. Susan sat up in shock at the deluge.

“Oh my God,” Stacy uttered in disbelief. “I am such a klutz!”

“It’s okay,” Susan reassured her, once she’d gotten over the shock of the cold.

Stacy set her own glass down on the table and rushed around the kitchen counter to get a dishtowel. Susan began picking pieces of ice out of her lap and dropping them back in the now-righted glass. Stacy hurried back and began dabbing at Susan’s soaked skirt.

When she finished, Susan stood up carefully, making sure she hadn’t missed any ice. The entire front of her skirt was a darker shade where the tea had splashed.

“Can I use your bathroom?” Susan asked.

“Sure, it’s the door on the right, down the hall,” Stacy said. “I am so sorry.”

“It’s not a problem, Stacy,” Susan reassured her calmly.

Stacy finished cleaning up the spilled tea as Susan walked back toward the bathroom. I saw the light from the bathroom on the opposite wall of the hallway, and knew that Susan hadn’t shut the door. I smirked quietly to myself, shaking my head in wonder at Susan and her antics.

“Stacy?” Susan called from the bathroom.

Stacy rushed around the corner from the kitchen, and then I saw her draw up in shock. I knew what she must’ve just encountered. Susan was probably standing in the bathroom in only her shirt and sandals.

“If you’ve got some Woolite, I can wash these out in the sink and they’ll be just fine,” I heard Susan say from the bathroom.

Stacy quickly recovered from her shock and bent down. I heard the door under the vanity close and saw her rise with a small bottle in her hand. I listened as Susan washed her tea-stained skirt, and probably her panties, in the bathroom sink.

“I can hang those outside on the line to dry, if you’d like,” Stacy said, still in the hallway.

“Thank you. That would be kind of you.”

“Well, it’s the least I can do, since I did spill your tea all over you,” Stacy said, her self-condemnation evident.

“Don’t worry about it, Stacy; I’m fine, my skirt’s fine, and my panties are fine.”

Stacy then came walking back up the hallway with Susan’s wet skirt and panties. When she went outside to hang them on the line, Susan stepped out of the bathroom.

I shot her a “what are you doing?” look. She simply smiled at me and winked conspiratorially.

When Stacy came back inside, she was clearly flustered. When she saw Susan standing in the hallway, nude from the waist down, her fluster only increased.

“Do you have something that I can put on until my skirt dries?” Susan asked innocently.


“I know you’re much slimmer than I am, but perhaps a robe,” Susan suggested, trailing off.

Stacy snapped her fingers and began walking down the hallway. Susan stepped back into the bathroom to let the younger woman past, and then followed her into the back of the trailer, to the sole bedroom.

In a moment, Susan emerged from the bedroom carrying her button shirt and wearing a thin silk robe that almost fit her. The robe barely covered her body, and as she walked toward me, the slit in the front opened to reveal her shaved pussy with each step. Her nipples were covered, barely, but the entire center of her chest was bared. Even more revealing, the silk was so thin that Susan’s nipples were clearly outlined by the fine fabric.

She sat down at the table again and demurely crossed her legs. As she did so, however, the robe parted and fell to the side, revealing her thigh clear up to her hips. I was getting hard just looking at her; I could only imagine what poor Stacy was feeling.

Looking at Stacy, I could see that her emotions were awhirl. Fear, then attraction, and then shame warred with each other in her expression.

Finally, Stacy picked up Susan’s tea glass, with the melting remains of the ice, and returned to the kitchen. She dumped the ice in the sink, rinsed out the glass, and went to the freezer.

When she returned with the refilled glass, I could see that her hand was shaking as she placed the tea in front of Susan. She covertly glanced at Susan’s nipples, outlined by the thin fabric of the robe, and then sat down.

“I am so sorry…,” Stacy began again.

“It’s not a problem,” Susan said reasonably, her tone forestalling any further apologies. “That’s the last I’ll hear of it,” she said to Stacy, smiling to reassure the younger woman.

Stacy took a long sip of her own tea, her hand still shaking. When she swallowed, she took a deep breath and visibly calmed herself.

“There,” Susan said, “that’s better.”

Stacy looked up and smiled shyly. Susan returned her smile and Stacy seemed to relax.

We made small talk for a little while. Stacy was clearly still nervous and upset. Susan talked about flowers, and Stacy seemed to relax even more. I simply listened, enjoying watching Susan subtly reassure Stacy, while at the same time tantalizing the younger woman with glimpses of her body. I understood why Stacy was squirming in her seat. By this time, from watching Susan’s seemingly-innocent antics, my penis was rock hard.

Finally, Stacy had had too much, and blurted out, “How do you do it?!”

“Do what?” Susan asked, the picture of innocence.

“Sit there and… do that? And yesterday…”

“Do you mind?” Susan asked gently.

Stacy swallowed hard and shook her head slightly.

“Do you enjoy looking?” Susan pressed.

The young woman swallowed hard again, and jerked her head in a nod.

“I enjoy people looking at me.”

“But how do you do it?”

“It’s easy,” Susan said glibly.

“I don’t think I could ever…”

“I think you could,” Susan said. “With a little practice.”

Stacy licked her lips, looking into Susan’s eyes.

“And a little encouragement,” Susan said slyly.

“You think so?” Stacy asked, her expression of doubt slowly transforming into one of excitement.

Susan nodded.

“Would you like to try?” Susan asked.

“Outside?!” Stacy asked, her shock returning.

“No,” Susan quickly reassured her. “Here, in your home, in front of Paul.”

Stacy seemed to notice me for the first time in a long time, and panic returned to her eyes.

“And me,” Susan said gently, persuasively.

Stacy wrenched her eyes back to look at Susan and shyly, hesitantly nodded her head.

Susan stood gracefully and extended her hand to the younger woman. When Stacy took it, Susan began pulling her toward the bedroom.

“Why don’t you make yourself comfortable on the couch, Paul,” Susan said over her shoulder as she led the young woman down the hallway.

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The Complete Series

Summer Camp Swingers: Susan

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Meet the women of Summer Camp


Susan MacLean – Owner of the Pines, Paul's first lover and mentor


Gina Coulter – Paul's first girlfriend at camp, pledges ΧΩ at UT


Kendall Payton – Paul's second girlfriend at camp, later in college


Wren Hilliard – Christy's best friend and roommate, Trip's girlfriend


Christy Carmichael – Paul's friend and later girlfriend, Wren's best friend

...and the rest!

A beautiful bevy of models from the Summer Camp Swingers Universe