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Secrets Revealed Pt. I Ch. 01

By: strickland83





Secrets Revealed Pt. I Ch. 01



Abby was carrying some clothes. I knew the routine. We didn't talk, more for the girl's sake. It wasn't a long walk and I walked ahead of the girls to give them their space, more for the benefit of Francis. When we got to the health lodge, the front porch light was on, as it always was at night. We went right in but I stayed just inside the door, enjoying the cool air.

The health lodge was one of the few places that was air conditioned. It was where the sick campers were taken. Minor illnesses were usually treated with an overnight stay in the air conditioned comfort of the few beds there, under the watchful eye of the camp nurse. Alice came out of her room, looking as sleepy as the rest of us. She made a special effort to smile when she recognized the situation.

"I'll stay with her," Abby offered.

I looked forward to the walk back alone with Patrice, but the girl shook her head.

"I want Patrice," she said and pointed to the girl who held my heart.

Patrice gave me a pained look and I nodded.

"Come on, Abby. I'll walk you back," I offered.

Abby put the clothes down on the exam table and headed out the door. Behind us, I could hear Alice and Patrice starting to explain things to their young patient.

I didn't feel nearly as comfortable being alone with Abby. We had gotten to know each other because we worked together, and because I was spending so much time with Patrice, but Abby wasn't as outgoing as Patrice. She was just starting to open up to me, but it was slow.

As we walked, I asked, "So how are you and Trip doing?"

"You know, it's hard being so far apart," Abby told me. "You and Patrice are so lucky, getting to spend the summer together."

"Yes, but at least you will be with Trip in the fall. We'll be at different schools."

Abby gave a pained smile.

"If Ricky is still giving you a hard time, I'll talk to him," I offered.

"No need," Abby said. "I'm okay with it."

I nodded.

"He sounds like a nice guy, Trip."

* * * * *

"Don't trip, dear," my wife said.

I blinked, looking around. We were outside the health lodge. We had taken the same walk I had just taken in my mind.

"This was your house?" Laura asked, sounding surprised.

"No, dear. This was the first aid station. It was where you went if you got sick," I explained. I realized that I had walked right past my bunkhouse. Turning around, I led the way back.

"I stayed over here every summer," I told her as I showed them around the old building.

The door was unlocked but the outside needed paint really badly. We entered the stuffy room, finding the place much as I remembered. I showed them where my room was and explained to my daughter how the kids' bunks had been arranged.

"Let's go see the pool next," I suggested.

"I like pools, Daddy. Remember how I swam across the pool this summer, for the first time?"

* * * * *

"It's not that I don't want to, Tim. It's just that it's my first time, you know?" Patrice said.

I could hear the crickets outside the window. It was late but I didn't have to worry. I had talked Jim into giving me the room for the whole night. He went on an overnight canoe trip with some of the other counselors.

I was anxious to have sex with Patrice. We had been seeing each other for a few weeks, though we only really got together for weekends. During the week, we had to keep our relationship chaste for the benefit of the campers. I had even borrowed a rubber from Jim, before I had a chance to go into town and get my own box. I was ready, but I really cared about Patrice. I didn't want to just get into her pants. With her, it was more. I didn't want to rush her. A girl's first time was special. She had to feel right about it. I just hoped she started feeling right soon.

"Can we just kiss for awhile?" Patrice asked.

"Sure, hon. That sounds nice."

I sat on my bed and she sat gingerly next to me. She put one hand on the sheet, smoothing it and feeling the texture. I reached out and touched my fingers to her chin, reveling in the softness of her face. I turned her face to mine. Her eyes closed but I could see the indecision in her expression. She wanted to yet she didn't. I leaned forward and pressed my lips to hers.

We both took a deep breath as we started to kiss. We had kissed before. We had even touched each other. We just hadn't done it before. The big it. Patrice said the time wasn't right and I had waited.

I put my arm around her waist. With the other, I supported us as I tried to move her into lying down. She broke the kiss.

"No, Tim. Not yet. I just want to kiss," she said as she shook her head.

"Okay. I was just going to kiss you."

"Look. It's different for a girl. I'll never be the same again. I just want to be sure this is right."

"It's right, Patrice. It's been right. We love each other."

I meant that, especially the last part.

"I know we do. I'm just not sure I'm ready to take the next step. Maybe it will be tonight. I just need a little time."

My heart was touched by her words. I wanted her, but I wanted her to want it, too. My body was demanding something but my heart needed her to lead. Yes, it meant a lot to be her first but she had to want me to be her first. It wouldn't be worthwhile if she regretted her decision in the morning.

I kissed her, being especially careful not to move her. Patrice pulled her lips from mine.

"You don't have to do that," she said.

My face must have shown how clueless I was. She smiled.

"I'm not ready to go all the way, but it's still alright to touch me."

When I didn't move, she sighed as she picked up my hand and placed it on her breast, right over the camp logo. I pressed my hand into her firm softness, feeling the t-shirt material. As I squeezed, I felt the plastic nametag with my fingertips. Then, my eyes widened.

"You're not wearing a bra!"

Patrice giggled.

"I told you I was thinking about it."

My heart beat faster. The room suddenly felt even warmer.

"What else are you not wearing?"

"I have everything else on," she assured me. "I thought you'd like discovering that, though. I can't believe it took you so long to figure it out."

I put my other hand on the other one. I could easily feel her nipples hardening under my touch. My dick, which had been semi-hard all night, stirred.

Breathing deeply, I suggested, "Let's take off our shirts."

"Tim," admonished Patrice.

* * * * *

"Tim, your daughter asked you a question," Fran was saying pointedly.

"I'm sorry, dear. I was thinking about something else. What did you want to know?"

"I asked why the pool is all green and yucky," Laura said in that tone young ones use when they realize you're not paying attention to them.

"Well, dear, it's winter and the pool isn't being used. The camp looks like it's not open anymore so they probably haven't taken care of the pool in a long time. This is what happens to a pool when you don't take care of it."

* * * * *

"...what happens to a pool when you don't take care of it," Harold was saying.

I nodded, trying to look interested. In reality, I was hoping to run into Patrice. I wanted another chance to talk to her before the campers started arriving. They were due right after lunch.

I kept looking around, hoping to catch sight of Patrice and Abby heading back towards their cabin. I kept looking back whenever I noticed Harold looking my way.

"What're you looking for, dude?"

"Just seeing who's around," I tried to lie.

Harold smiled. "The blonde, right? She's cute."

"No, not her. She's got a boyfriend. I'm more interested in her brunette friend."

Harold nodded. "I know the one. Pat or something, right?"

About that time, I heard, "Hi, Tim." I knew that voice. My pulse quickened at the sound but I was also relieved to have an excuse to leave.

"Hi, Patrice," I said, turning to the sound. "Oh, hi, Abby," I added. "I'm going to head back to the bunkhouses. See you around, Harold."

"Later, Tim. Hi, girls," Harold said.

I ran a few steps to catch up with the girls, falling into step beside Patrice.

"Ready for this?" I asked.

"You mean the campers?" Abby asked.

"Yes, they'll be here in a few hours."

"I think we have everything ready," Patrice said. "I hope I do alright."

"You'll both do fine," I assured them. "The kids will look up to you. It will be fun."

"It's a little scary," Abby confided.

"Abby, this is a lot easier than you're imagining. The kids think you're the greatest," I assured her.

In reality, I wasn't as cool as I was trying to appear. I really wanted to make a good impression on Patrice. I liked her and I wanted to get to know her better. I was looking forward to a summer spending a lot of time with her. I hoped she felt the same way about me. I couldn't really tell yet if she did. She was friendly towards me, but so was Abby (though a little more distant). I wanted there to be more than friendship between the two of us.

"Sit with me for lunch?" Patrice asked. "I mean, us," she corrected, casting a glance at Abby. Abby just smiled.

"Sure, I was counting on it," I told her.

Patrice and Abby shared a look that I caught out of the corner of my eye.

"I'm going to check on something at the health lodge before lunch. I'll meet up with you later," Abby said.

Patrice looked at me as she answered, "I have to make a last check on the bunkhouse. Tim, would you come with me?"

"Sure," I said, confused.

Why did she need my help? I wasn't about to pass up a chance to be alone with her, though.

"Okay, so I'll see you two at lunch," Abby said as she headed away to the health lodge.

On the walk to her bunkhouse, Patrice didn't say anything. I wondered at first if she wanted to have a private talk with me because she was unhappy about something. I couldn't think of anything I might have done yet. Maybe she just didn't feel the same way about me as I did about her. That would really put a damper on my summer.

We walked into their bunkhouse and Patrice led the way to her bedroom. I followed along behind, anxious to see what she wanted help with. She turned around once we were inside her bedroom and she gave me a shy smile. I smiled back, unsure of what was happening. I knew what I was hoping for but I could still see other outcomes.

Patrice stepped up to me and slowly put her arms around my neck. I drew in a deep breath as I felt her arms touching me. I had dreams like this about her. When she spoke, she did so softly.

"Tim, I wanted us to have a few minutes alone. This might be the last time for the week."

I knew what she was referring to—The campers would arrive soon. It was looking like my fantasy was coming true so I put my arms around her waist and she didn't pull away. My heart pounded and I started to sweat a little more.

"Patrice, I—"

She just shook her head, her smile brightening. I took a chance, hoping I was reading the clues correctly. She had just met me on Friday, after all. That was enough time for her to capture my heart, but I wasn't sure if I had been having the same effect on her. I tilted my head to the side, closed my eyes, and pressed my lips to hers. I felt her arms tighten around my neck, pulling us closer together. My heart melted as I realized she wasn't pushing me away.

I pressed my tongue through my lips. I touched her lips and felt them part, allowing me into her mouth. As my tongue entered her mouth, I heard her moan. I held onto her more tightly, feeling her breasts crush against my chest. I could feel both of our hearts pounding.

It seemed like we kissed for only a moment—it seemed like we kissed for hours. I felt the delicate touch of her body against my chest, the softness of her hair against the sides of my face, her arms around my neck, the exhilarating feel of having my tongue inside her mouth. We shared a closeness we had not shared up to that time. It was the first really physical closeness we shared. I would relive that moment again and again in the future.

A siren pierced the peace, intruding on our private world. Patrice jumped and I actually groaned in frustration as we parted, both of us knowing we had to leave. Patrice gave a cute little laugh.

"I'm glad you're so disappointed this moment has to end," she said with a dreamy smile, slowly coming out of the reverie.

It was like we each had to take a few moments to return to reality, reluctant to leave that special place we had visited together.

I looked at her, the realization only just hitting me. She felt the same way about me that I felt about her! I reached out with one hand, caressing her cheek with my palm.

"We have to go," she said sadly.

I nodded, slowly.

"I know. I just want to remember you like this. We won't get to have many moments like this until next weekend."

Patrice nodded in agreement, slowly like I had. Reality broke in and I took her hand—her soft and smooth feminine hand—and led her out into the sunshine.

I looked around as we emerged, seeing the world in a different way. I was still holding her hand, very conscious of the feel of her hand in mine, and it was like the colors of the world had been turned up four notches. Things were brighter, more vibrant. I was experiencing life more thoroughly now. I was falling for Patrice. The best part about that was she was feeling the same thing. A happiness gripped me and held on tight. It surged through my very being.

Abby was already waiting for us at our usual table, the table the two women would be sharing with their charges all too soon. Patrice's friend greeted us with a smile.

"I can see on both of your faces that it went well," Abby said, beaming at us.

Patrice reached for my hand under the table and gave it a squeeze as she answered her friend in a whisper, "It did. Thank you."

"Anytime for you two," Abby said, and the way she said it made me realize she really meant it.

I finally caught on that the two of them had planned that private time. My heart leapt when the realization hit me. I looked sidelong at Patrice and smiled a little more as I thought about what that meant.

When we finished lunch, we all went to the parking lot where the first week's worth of campers were just starting to arrive. We helped them unload and get to their assigned bunkhouses. The arrival was mass confusion, but our job was to help the campers feel reassured and to make the activity look to their parents more orderly than it was. There were kids who were anxious to get started on this adventure. There were parents who were not especially eager to leave their children. There were young ones who looked positively terrified at the thought of being left here for the week.

Joseph was one of the terrified ones. I picked him out right away and walked over. He was trying to look brave but was actually on the verge of tears. He was holding a duffle bag against his chest and talking with his mother, who was bending over so her face was right next to his.

"You're going to like this place, Joseph. Remember the brochure? All the things we saw in there that you like to do?" his mother was saying, trying to reassure him.

"Mom, I don't know any of these people," he was answering when I walked up.

"Hi, Joseph. I'm Tim. I'm one of the counselors. Let's get your stuff moved in. Your last name wouldn't be Harrison, would it?"

I had already scanned the list of campers on my clipboard and seen that I had a Joseph Harrison in my bunkhouse.

"Yes, yes, it is, sir," he answered, surprised, with a slight hesitation.

I knew the look. He was relieved that someone here knew his name, even though he had never seen that someone before in his life. Instead of grinning, I managed a pleasant smile. I knew the next few minutes would be critical. He looked nervous enough that what happened next would make the difference between a great week at camp and leaving today for home with his mother.

"Then we're in the same bunkhouse." Turning to his mother, "Mrs. Harrison, I'm Tim Barnes. I'll be one of the two counselors in charge of Joseph's bunkhouse."

"It's very nice to meet you, Mr. Barnes. Joseph here is—"

I cut her off, but not to be rude. From my experience over the previous summers, I knew that her son didn't need to hear his mom telling me how nervous he was about being away from home.

"Please, call me Tim. We're on a first name basis around here. Can I carry that suitcase for you?'

I reached for the bag in her hand. She let me take it and reached in the trunk for another.

"Can I come in and see where Joseph will be staying?" she asked.

"Of course. It's just a short walk. Come on."

I led the way, pacing myself so Joseph stayed at my side the entire time. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see his confidence building. I had won him over.

"I saw it's your first time here. Don't worry. I'll make sure you get it all figured out. You're going to love it. It's my third summer here."

I was trying to talk on his level, like a fellow camper instead of his counselor. It worked every time.

I helped him pick out a bunk (he preferred upper) and locker. Some other kids were also moving in so I made sure they met Joseph. In a few minutes, he was absorbed into the group so I pulled his mother aside.

"I think he's over the initial concerns now. Can I walk you back to the parking lot? I'm heading that way."

"I guess he'll be alright," his mother said, her own nervousness evident in her tone.

I smiled my best counselor smile but tried to sound sincere at the same time.

"He's fine. They are always nervous at first. If there is any problem, we'll call you."

Mrs. Harrison walked over to the group.

"I'm going now, Joseph. I'll be back on Friday."

"Okay, Mom. See you then," her son said without even turning around.

I knew it was breaking her heart but I also knew Joseph was ready for her to go. He was already forming bonds with the other campers. I only hoped she didn't try to kiss him in front of the other kids. To my surprise, Mrs. Harrison restrained herself and we left together.

Once outside, she looked back at the door.

"He will fit in. Don't worry," I assured her.

"You sound so sure," she said. "Joseph is not like other boys."

"Sure he is. It's a new place and a new experience. My job is to make sure he has a great time. I promise I'll call if he needs anything."

She gave a nervous laugh. "You probably meet parents like me all the time."

"Yes, and boys like Joseph. He's ready to do this. Let him grow up."

"I know. His father tells me the same thing, but he's my baby."

"Ma'am, Joseph hasn't been a baby for a long time. He's becoming a man and he needs the chance to develop some independence."

"You're right, and I know it. It's just so hard to let him go."

I nodded. "I understand."

By then, we were back at the parking lot. Just before she got in her car, she looked back at me. I smiled and waved, and she left. Turning back to the task at hand, I rounded up more campers and escorted them to their bunkhouses. So many kids arrived like Joseph and left with greater independence, greater confidence. There were also so many mothers like Mrs. Harrison.

It took most of the afternoon to get all the campers checked in and get their bedding squared away. I stayed so busy that I hardly got to notice Patrice when we passed each other. Jim and I got the boys settled in and unpacked in plenty of time. At the appointed hour, the horn sounded and we herded our charges to the dining hall where Bill held an orientation session for everyone right before dinner.

Inside, we sat with our groups at assigned tables, where we'd be eating all summer. The first night was intended to make a good impression on the new arrivals so dinner was pizza. The smells appealed to them all as they got comfortable. Bill called the room to order at his microphone and gave his usual welcoming speech.




Secrets Revealed Pt. I Ch. 01



I knew the speech by heart so I passed the time watching each of the boys assigned to my bunkhouse. I was trying to assess their personalities. There were always the troublemakers, the shy ones you had to be sure didn't get picked on, and the regular kids. The regulars had a good time wherever they were. Joseph had sat next to me. I took him to be one of the shy ones. He seemed to be forming a bond with me. I was determined that he would have a great week.

After checking that the boys were behaving, I looked around for the Bunkhouse 3G table, where Patrice was sitting. I spotted her nearby. She and Abby were nervously trying to keep order. I smiled, remembering my first summer as a counselor here. I was so naïve, myself, that year.

Abby happened to look up and saw me looking their way. She leaned over and said something to Patrice. Immediately, Patrice turned around and looked my way, gifting me with a bright smile. One of the girls sitting next to Abby caught on to what was taking place and whispered to the girl sitting next to her. They both looked at Patrice, chanting words I could only barely make out over the din.

"Patrice has a boyfriend... Patrice has a boyfriend."

Patrice's head snapped around, but not before Abby was already quieting the girls. When Abby looked my way again, she mouthed, "Sorry" to me as she made a sad face. I nodded and smiled back. Patrice had her back to me, but I was sure she was embarrassed. I looked down to see Joseph looking at me. His expression was... curious.

"You like her, don't you?" he asked me.

I knew we were supposed to keep our personal relationships concealed from the campers, but I didn't see any harm in being honest with Joseph. It would help build the bond between us. Kids like him need to feel they have something special.

"Yes, I do. Do you think she's pretty?" I asked.

He thought about that for a moment.

"I guess so. I'm not into girls yet. My mom keeps telling me that will change soon."

He looked over at the other table again.

"If I was going to pick, I'd probably go for the blonde."

I laughed at his comment.

"Joseph, the beauty of a girl is very subjective."

Joseph wrinkled his nose at my comment. I realized he probably didn't understand what I meant by subjective. I explained, "I meant that everybody has their own idea of whether a certain girl is pretty."

He nodded and gave me a smile. I had made a friend. I reached over and tousled his hair. About that time, the pizza was being served, announced by cheers erupting throughout the room. Our places were already set with dishes. Staff from the kitchen brought out the food and set it in the middle of each table. I got up and assisted Jim in serving the meal. This would change starting with the next meal as the campers took turns setting and clearing the table, and serving the food. It was all part of the routine to teach them responsibility.

Later, after dinner and the campfire, we were getting our campers settled in for the night. It was the usual routine, making sure everybody took a shower, brushed their teeth, and didn't wander off before bedtime. Once all our boys were in bed, I turned off the lights in the main room and stuck my head in our bedroom.

"Jim, I'm going to sit outside for a little while."

"Sure thing. I'll holler if I need you," my roommate said, looking up from his book.

I gave the darkened main room a last look. Satisfied that everyone was in bed, I went out the screen door and sat on the concrete steps. Lights were going off in all the bunkhouses as the camp settled down for the night. As it got quieter, you could hear little sounds. There were crickets, but there were human sounds, too. It became so quiet in a few minutes that you could even just barely pick out distant whispered conversation. I smiled at that. Friendships were being formed, bonds that might last years, rekindled each summer as the kids returned. The friendships would change over the years as the kids grew up, but most friendships would survive. In time, as adults themselves they would look back fondly at the summers spent at Camp Kisatchie.

I was enjoying the cool night air and the privacy of the darkness when I heard the sound of footsteps. Someone was walking through the grass, their feet making swishing sounds softer than the crunch of the gravel. I didn't recognize the face but I knew the voice at once.

"I was hoping I'd find you out here," Patrice said sweetly.

"Are yours settled in?"

"Yes, Abby is watching over them. She shooed me out to come talk to you."

"Sorry about that incident in the dining hall," I apologized.

"I didn't know what to do. Girls can be so mean sometimes—and not just to each other."

I chuckled and nodded my head.

"Don't worry about it, Patrice."

"But the rules—" she started to say.

"The rules are to prevent public displays of affection. We wouldn't want to be caught making out, or worse, but a friendly smile, or even holding hands," I reached for her hand, my heart melting as I enjoyed the soft warmth of the touch, "won't cause you any trouble with Bill."

As I squeezed her hand, I felt her squeeze back and it made me take a deeper breath.

"Patrice, am I stepping on anyone's toes?" I asked hesitantly.

"What do you mean?"

"Are you serious with anyone?" I asked her, nervous about her answer.

"No." Then a moment later, "Are you?"

I thought about my answer. I knew what I wanted to say but I wasn't sure I should take the chance. I warred internally for a little while. Then, I decided I should go for it and take my chances. I answered her question.

"Only about you."

There was a silence during which my heart pounded and I sweated in the cool night air. I was dying there, waiting for her to answer, to give any kind of indication.

"Me, too," she finally said.

I let out my held breath and she laughed softly at the sound.

"Were you really holding your breath all that time?" she asked.

"Yeah, I was," I confessed.

She looked around carefully, trying to stare in through the screen door.

"Would it be alright for us to share a goodnight kiss?" Patrice asked.

I felt a funny tightness in my stomach. My fears had been unfounded. She felt the same way about me!

I was still holding her hand. I led her away from the bunkhouse, towards the trees. Standing in the shadows against the edge of the woods, where I knew we were all but invisible to anyone else, I pulled her by her waist to me.

"I think we're alone now," I whispered in the darkness.

She gave no resistance, flowing against my body. We were both wearing shorts so I felt her legs against mine, one smooth leg moving between mine. I tightened one arm around her waist and felt her breasts crush against my chest. She made one of those sweet sounds only a young woman can make, and I felt my insides melting as she made it.

With the other hand, I touched her face until my palm was against her cheek. In the very dim light, she looked up to my face expectantly. I pressed my lips to hers and closed my eyes. Her arms slowly slid around my neck and held us together even more tightly.

I heard the crickets, smelled her shampoo, but really was only aware of the beating of our hearts. Knowing she couldn't be gone long, we parted, holding each other in our arms and looking into each other's eyes by the dim light. She was smiling.

"That was nice. Let's do it again soon," she told me.

I nodded in agreement.

"I have to get back," she said, sounding pained.

I held her to me, one quick hug, before letting her go. I watched her, seeing her look back at me twice before I lost sight of her in the darkness. With thoughts of Patrice in my head, I lumbered back to the bunkhouse and crawled into bed. If Jim was still awake, he never said a word. As I drifted off to sleep, I thought of her kiss, as gentle as the touch of a butterfly.

* * * * *

"Thinking of butterflies?" my wife was asking, giving me a sly smile.

"Butterflies?" I asked as a way to stall for time so I could get my thoughts together.

"Yeah, butterflies. You know, the kind that fly around in summer. The kind that fly inside here, too," she said, playfully touching my stomach.

Did she know what I had been thinking?

After letting me sweat for a few seconds, she continued, "You looked like you were reliving a really pleasant memory."

"Just remembering some old friends," I hedged.

"Uh-huh," she said, not sounding like she believed I was thinking about just friends.

She turned to follow our daughter. I tagged along, walking towards the archery range at the far end of camp. The crunch of gravel under my feet was such a familiar sound.

* * * * *

"Tim," Patrice called.

I stopped and turned at the sound of that lovely voice. I watched her shapely body approach, listening to her tennis shoes crunch the gravel.

She caught up to me but then had to catch her breath. I waited and smiled. I was smiling a lot lately whenever I was around Patrice. I had only known her for three weeks, but she was becoming an important piece of my life. The most important piece.

"I have a few minutes before the next group shows up. How about you?"

"About the same," I said, glancing at my watch. "What's new?"

She gave me a shy smile, and then looked down.

"What?" I asked her.

"Abby got a letter from Trip yesterday. He's coming for a visit on Saturday. She's been gushing about him."

"And that makes you embarrassed?"

Patrice continued without appearing to notice my remarks. "He's working a lot with his friend, on the houses. It sounds like the summer is going well for him, for his business."

She paused, pushing some gravel around with the tip of her shoe. I waited patiently. She had something to say, something she felt was very important. She took a really deep breath and slowly looked up to meet my gaze.

"Last night, after Abby told me what Trip was doing, we talked. About her and Trip—and about me and you."

She was taking her time about telling me something. I was trying my hardest to be patient. She broke eye contact and looked down as she said the next sentence.

"We had a long talk about, you know, ... about sex."

The last two words were spoken just above a whisper. She looked up to see my reaction. Now she began to speak faster, like she wanted to get this over with quickly.

"It was hard to get her to talk about it at first. She's kind of shy, even around me. I really wanted to know so I kept after her until she finally talked about it. I asked her what her first time was like. What to expect. Would it hurt? Would I like it? Would I know what to do?"

Realizing where this was leading, I looked around to be sure no one else was near enough to overhear, but we were alone. I felt my cock harden in my pants as the implications of the conversation became clear.

"She told me it didn't always hurt. She told me about some things I could do to make sure it hurt less."

Finally she looked up, smiling guiltily. It wasn't hard to imagine what those "exercises" involved. That thought got me even harder.

"So, I was thinking, maybe this weekend would be the right time. You know, for us to..."

My heart was absolutely pounding as she said that. She didn't need to continue. I knew what she was saying, what she was offering to me. I looked directly into her eyes.

"Are you sure, Patrice? Really sure this time? You don't have to, you know."

She didn't have to, but I wanted her to. Really, really bad.

Nodding, her hair shining in the sun and bobbing as she did so, she said, "Yes. I think I'm ready. How about Friday night?"

My mouth felt dry as I realized she was offering me the most precious gift a woman could offer a man. The gift she could only give once. I tried to answer but my mouth had gone dry. I swallowed hard.

"Friday," I said. "I can't wait!"

I put my arms around her, intending to kiss her deeply, intending to revel in the moment. The sound of approaching children made her push me away. She gave me a light peck on the cheek before stepping back, though.

"We have to get back to work. Friday," she said, grinning now at the implied promise in the last word.

I stood there, watching her. The group of campers walked around me, surrounding me like a school of fish, and I just stood there watching her walk away as they followed her. Too late, I realized that I also had a group to meet. I came to my senses and ran to the shady spot where ten campers were starting to wonder where their instructor was.

I tried to cover, making up a story about showing them how it felt to be lost in the woods without a guide. Their counselor made a face that showed me he wasn't buying it. The kids, though, believed me. Joseph would have seen right through it. I wondered for a moment how he was doing. He had been back home for almost two weeks. I smiled as I remembered how confident he looked when his mother showed up to pick him up at the end of the week. She looked like she had missed him. He, however, looked like he was not ready to be going home. He did fine.

On Friday, I couldn't get rid of the campers fast enough. I knew we'd still have to wait until the night, but I was anxious to be around Patrice, anticipating the night. I had to keep reminding myself to slow down and pay attention to each little one who hugged me or wished me well as he left. Even many of the girls came to tell me farewell, thanking me for what I had taught them about navigating the woods.

At last, the campers were all gone and we were on our own until Sunday afternoon. We still had some straightening up to do but that would only take a few hours. Bill asked me to run an errand in town and I gladly did it, using the opportunity to drop by the local drugstore.

It had taken a little convincing to get Jim to go on the canoe trip with the other counselors. I finally had to tell him what I wanted the room for. Once he knew, he just smiled and said, "No problem."

The afternoon crawled by. Abby had dinner with us in the dining hall. I could tell Patrice was a little anxious. I was nervous. Well, I was nervous and horny. Abby was there being supportive for Patrice. She was really being sweet. My mind drifted to those "exercises" she had been teaching Patrice. I would have loved to watch that scene.

Patrice and I ate light. When we were done, the three of us got up and picked up our trays. Abby opened the screen door and stepped out into the evening. We followed her, holding hands. Patrice's hand was just a little sweaty. I was trying not to tremble, with anticipation and fear.

"Thanks, Abby," I offered, anxious to get rid of her and get Patrice alone.

Abby looked at me with surprise, and then looked at Patrice.

"Don't you want to—" she started to say.

"Yes," Patrice started as she turned to look at me. Looking around to see no one else was nearby, she continued. "I'm going to take a shower first. I'll meet you later at your place."

"I was thinking we could take a shower together," I said.

Patrice blushed and Abby looked away as if pretending she hadn't heard me. When Patrice didn't respond, Abby spoke up. She was trying to sound like the confident big sister but I could sense Abby's discomfort.

"That sounds nice. You two can get familiar with each other that way."

"Ab-by!" Patrice said in a drawn out sort of way.

"Patrice, I know what's going on. It's alright. Remember what we talked about?"

Patrice nodded but still looked uncomfortable.

"Why don't you two follow me back and you can pick up your bag," Abby suggested.

Patrice nodded. We set off to Bunkhouse 3G with Abby walking next to Patrice. Flanked by her best friend and me, Patrice seemed to relax a little. When Patrice went into their room to get her things, Abby grabbed me by the arm. I could tell she wanted to tell me something but it was difficult for her. Finally, she spoke in a whisper, avoiding my gaze as she spoke.

"You know how nervous she is, right?" she asked. I nodded. "Take it slow. She wants this a lot but she's also scared. You're her first."

"I know that, Abby. I also know I love Patrice. I want it to be special for her. I don't want to hurt her."

"If something happens, if she decides to wait a little longer, be supportive, okay?"

I thought about what she had asked me. If it came to that, it wouldn't be easy but I knew I'd do the right thing. I nodded. Abby smiled.

"Good. Now, you have some protection, right?" Abby asked me as Patrice came to the door.

"Abby! I can't believe you asked him that."

"Patrice, hon, you're a big girl now. You have to make sure this is taken care of," Abby told her.

Patrice looked to me. I nodded and smiled.

"Then go, you two. Have a good time and don't come back until tomorrow." Abby shooed us out the door with a grin.

I took Patrice by the hand. I was pleased to find that her hand was no longer sweaty. I took her bag with the other hand and we set off for my room. It was just starting to get dark.





Secrets Revealed Pt. I Ch. 02



Part I – History

Chapter 2

When we got to my bunkhouse, Patrice slowed to a stop and just looked at the door.

"Are you sure about this?" I asked her. "You don't have to go through with it, you know."

She shook her head. Then she looked deeply into my eyes.

"I want to do this. I want to do it with you," she told me.

I could hear the love in her words, a love I felt for her as well. I reached for the screen door and held it open. She walked in and went straight for my room, putting her bag down softly on Jim's bed.

"He won't be back until late tomorrow afternoon," I reassured her.

"I know. We're all alone."

I felt a knot in my stomach. This wasn't my first time but I was still nervous. I really cared for Patrice and it was my first time with her. More importantly, it was her first time.

"So, do you—" I started to say.

"Do I—?" she said, looking a little nervous again.

This was silly. I just had to come out and say it. We both knew we were here to have sex.

"Do you want to go take a shower now?" I cleared my throat. "Together?"

Now I felt like I was sweating. I felt my nervousness in the pit of my stomach.

"It's not that I don't want to, Tim. It's just... I'm a little nervous, you know?" Patrice said, her voice not really steady.

The crickets were the only sound. Patrice sat down on the bed, on my bed. The creak punctuated the quiet.

"Can we just kiss for awhile?" Patrice asked sounding unsure again.

"Sure, hon. That sounds nice."

I sat next to her. She put one hand on the sheet, smoothing it and feeling the texture. I reached out and touched my fingers to her chin. I turned her face to mine. Her eyes closed but I could see the indecision in her expression. She wanted to yet she didn't. I leaned forward and pressed my lips to hers.

We both took a deep breath as we started to kiss. We had kissed before. We had even touched each other. We just hadn't done it before. Patrice had said the time wasn't right. I had waited.

As I kissed her, I tried to reposition us both to lying down.

"No, Tim. Not yet. I just want to kiss."

"Okay. I was just going to kiss you."

"Look. It's different for a girl. I'll never be the same again. I just want to be sure this is right."

"It's right, Patrice. It's been right. We love each other."

"I know we do. I'm just not sure I'm ready to take the next step. Maybe it will be tonight. Maybe I just need a little time."

I felt her emotions, her fears and desires, in my heart. I wanted her to want this. If she didn't want it, I didn't really want it to happen, as much as I wanted her. I certainly didn't want her to regret doing this later.

I kissed her again, being careful not to press against her body.

"You don't have to do that," she said. "I'm not ready to go all the way but it's still alright to touch me."

When I didn't move, she picked up my hand and placed it on her breast, right over the camp logo. I pressed my hand into her firm softness, feeling the t-shirt material. As I squeezed, I felt the plastic nametag with my fingertips. Then, my eyes widened.

"You're not wearing a bra!"

Patrice giggled. "I told you I was thinking about it."

My heart beat faster and my blood flow was being redirected.

"What else are you not wearing?"

"I have everything else on," she assured me. "I thought you'd like discovering that, though. I can't believe it took you so long to figure it out."

I put my other hand on the other one. I could feel both her nipples hardening under my touch. My dick, which had been semi-hard all night, was stirring.

Breathing deeply, I suggested, "Let's take off our shirts."

"Tim," admonished Patrice.

Wanting to take her mind off her indecision and make her focus on how she wanted this, I asked, "When did you take off your bra?"

Patrice giggled sweetly.

"When you were talking with Abby, I pulled it off under my shirt. I was so worried you two were going to come in the room and catch me pulling my bra through the armhole of my shirt." She stopped and it was apparent she was thinking this over. "I'm sorry I'm so nervous."

I didn't speak. I didn't want to push anymore. I let her work through her fears on her own.

"I want to do it. I want to do it with you." I heard her take a deep breath, enjoying watching her erect nipples under the soft material of her shirt. Her face showed a new resolve. She squeezed my hand. "Let's go take a shower," she announced.

I think my dick grew two inches at her words. I had to almost physically restrain myself to not jump up. I rose as slowly as I could make myself and grabbed two towels from the shelf. Patrice grabbed her bag. I looked questioningly at her.

"I have something special to wear for you," she explained, smiling slyly.

I raised my eyebrows. Without speaking another word, she tugged on my hand and led me towards the showers.

As we walked through the bunkhouse, I thought of all those young boys who had slept there just last night. If they only knew what was about to take place in here... .

That must have been when Patrice finally made up her mind. There was no more hesitation. She entered the big bathroom without any pause. The room seemed so empty with just the two of us there. Patrice turned around to face me, a sexy smile on her face, and pulled her shirt over her head. I stared at her perfect breasts as they bounced into view. She continued to smile as she watched me watching her. She laid her shirt on a bench and kicked her shoes off. She took off her socks and put them on her shirt, arranging each one carefully. I just stood there watching. I was enjoying discovering the body I had fantasized about for weeks.

Patrice kept eye contact with me as her hands undid the waist of her shorts. I just stood there with my erection making a tent in my own shorts. She opened the front of her shorts and pulled them down. I remember vividly seeing her light blue panties come into view. She didn't bend over to lower her shorts. She let them fall to her ankles and stepped out of them. The shorts joined the rest of her clothes and she was standing before me in just her panties. I could plainly see the bulge made by her lips.

My heart was pounding as I realized this was really going to happen. I was going to take her virginity. My mouth went dry as the thought that I was probably the first guy to see her body occurred to me. Patrice seemed to enjoy the effect undressing was having on me. I'm not sure I was even breathing.

After pausing to watch me with amusement, Patrice finally put her thumbs in the waistband of her skimpy blue panties. I watched as she pulled them down with agonizing slowness. My eyes were glued to the front of her panties. I saw the patch of hair slowly appear, curly and dark. She seemed to be moving slower as the waistband went lower. I also think she was enjoying the anticipation she was making me feel.

At long last, her panties slid down her legs, revealing her virgin pussy to my eyes. I just stood there, staring at what was revealed between her legs. The panties had joined all the rest of her clothes, now in a neat pile on the wooden bench. Patrice was standing before me, seeming to enjoy having her body on display before my eyes.

After a long time staring, I was drawn out of my daze by the sound of her clearing her throat. I looked up slowly, from her pussy to her tits, and finally to her face. She was looking expectantly at me. When my look of confusion didn't change, she spoke.

"Aren't you going to take off your clothes?" Patrice asked.

"What? Yeah, sure," I muttered.

I was feeling embarrassed now. I looked down as I unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it over my head. I tossed it but missed the bench. Coming to my senses, I now removed my remaining clothes with more speed, anxious to be naked like her. Patrice finally laughed, a delightful sound echoing through the otherwise empty room. I was naked and my clothes lay discarded all over the floor. I was still holding my underwear as she spoke up.

"I thought you were never going to get undressed." Then she looked down before casting her eyes back up to me. "I'm flattered you enjoyed watching me, though," she told me, speaking more softly.

I smiled shyly as I managed to successfully land my underwear on the bench. Patrice stepped forward into my arms. The warm feel of her body against mine snapped me back to reality. I held her close and pressed my lips to hers. This kiss was positively electric as we each enjoyed the feel of naked flesh. I could feel the beating of her heart through her firm breasts. Her nipples poked into my chest, and my dick felt only soft hair in the space between her legs.

Our lips delicately parted and I opened my eyes. I focused on her face, smiling pleasantly. Patrice smiled impishly.

"I thought you were going to turn blue when you were waiting for me to take off my panties. Were you even breathing?"

"I don't think so. You left me breathless," I said honestly.

"Thank you," she said. Then, "How about that shower?"

Instead of being embarrassed again, I just giggled. Pulling her close again, my erection sandwiched this time between our stomachs, I kissed her just below one earlobe.

"Oh," she moaned, "if you keep that up, you'll make me forget all about the shower."

I raised one eyebrow in question.

"I want the shower. We have all night for what comes next," she said. "I want to be clean for you."

Instead of letting her go, I pulled her along with me as I moved us to a showerhead. I reached up with one hand, behind her, and turned on the water as I maneuvered us to the side until the temperature had adjusted. I used the opportunity to turn on a second showerhead. Finally letting go of the lovely lady in my arms, I reached up to adjust the two showerheads so they aimed at a point in the middle. We now had a nice big shower sized for two.

We kissed again as the spray cascaded over our bodies. The slickness of her stomach and her breasts was heavenly as she writhed against me. My arms reached around her, my hands moving down her back to her ass almost of their own volition. It was hardly a romantic hotel suite. It was Patrice and me, the two of us together yet all alone. It was the perfect setting.

Our lips parted. I relaxed my grasp and took a step or two back. I regarded the beauty in my arms as my hands rested on her shapely hips. The water sluiced between her tits, flowed in a translucent sheet down her flat stomach, and gathered into a river as it left her body. It formed a thick stream flowing down from her pussy, drawing my eyes to the dark triangle at the juncture of her legs.

Patrice cleared her throat to get my attention. With agonizing slowness, I lifted my gaze. I ran my eyes up her delicious body until my eyes met hers. I found her smiling.

"That's better. I was wondering if I would ever get to see your eyes again," Patrice told me.

I felt guilty for a moment. Then my feelings for her took over.

"I couldn't help myself," I told her honestly, feeling each word coming from my heart. "Seeing you, seeing your body exposed to me, knowing what you are giving to me, I can't do anything but stare at you."

"That's so sweet, Tim."

She reached for my cheeks with her hands and kissed me again. It was a kiss that was gentle yet firm. Born of delicate emotions yet bred with ardor. As Patrice kissed me, she ran one leg up mine. That feeling almost made me lose my balance. I did my best to hold on to her, one hand holding on to her slick and shapely bottom.

The splatter of the water made enough noise to cover the sounds we were making, in case someone should walk by the building. I knew that wouldn't be the case later in my bedroom.

We finally satisfied our immediate urges enough to move on to actually getting clean. We passed on washcloths, instead soaping up our hands and rubbing them all over each other. The smoothness of her breasts as I soaped them was heavenly. Her nipples were erect as they slid through my fingers and Patrice moaned as I pulled on them. She, meanwhile, was enjoying soaping up my chest.

I pulled Patrice to me roughly, her body melding to mine as her breath left her in a rush. She smiled up at me as I leaned in to kiss her. As we kissed, her slick hands ran over my butt. I realized she was pulling me harder to her so she could feel my erection trapped against her stomach.

When our lips parted, she smiled and said, "I feel something that still needs to be washed."

With a grin painting her face, Patrice descended to her knees in front of me. I shifted to block the spray from her face. She looked truly delighted as she took my fully hard cock in her hands. I was having a little trouble controlling my knees as she stroked me, appraising her prize.

She didn't look at me for a few minutes, instead closely studying my member. It was probably the first one she had ever seen. I enjoyed watching the fascination evident in her expression.

Wrapping one delicate hand around the shaft, she rubbed the tip between her thumb and forefinger. After a careful examination of my dick and my balls, she leaned a little more forward and, looking up to meet my eyes, she sucked the head of my dick into her mouth. I felt the end of her tongue delicately rubbing against my tip and I groaned out loud. She removed my dick from her mouth to speak, much to my disappointment.

"Abby said you'd like it when I did that," she said, an enormous grin spreading across her face.

"You two talked about this?" I asked, astonished.

"Uh-huh, but please don't tell Abby I told you that. She was embarrassed at first to even talk to me about it, but I kept asking her questions about what the first time would be like. She was like a big sister to me."

I shook my head in disbelief. I tried to imagine Patrice and Abby, late at night, having a discussion about fucking while the girls slept right outside their door.

My musing was dashed as Patrice returned for another taste, this time applying suction that buckled my knees. Seeing the reaction that had on me, she again stopped.

"Do you want to sit on the bench while I suck you?" she asked as sweetly as ever.

I couldn't believe this lovely creature was saying all this. I hadn't ever been with a girl who talked this much during sex. In a strange sort of way, it was nice. Really nice.

I nodded and reached down for her hand. Helping her stand, we moved over to one of the wooden benches. Patrice grabbed one of our towels and dropped it in front of me so she would have something soft to kneel on. I sat, she knelt, and she took me in her mouth once again as the two showerheads continued to run in front of us.

I had to grip the edge of the bench with both hands when she really started sucking. I remember thinking that Trip must be a lucky guy if Abby really taught Patrice all this. I knew I wouldn't last long.

Realizing what was about to happen, and that Patrice might not, I spoke up. It wasn't easy to concentrate on speaking as she sucked me like that, but I managed.

"Honey, you're about ... to make me cum. I'll ... I'll try to warn ... you before I ... shoot."

She removed me from her sweet mouth one last time, just long enough to say, "It's okay. I want you to cum in my mouth."

She immediately took me back into her mouth, her lips stretching into a very large O and her chin dimpling. As her words registered, as I realized what she intended to do, that did it. I had passed the point of no return. I briefly regretted that this magnificent blowjob wasn't going to last longer, but then I reached out to hold her cheeks in my hands—and spurted.

I came in her mouth as she looked lovingly into my eyes. Her expression was as if she was asking Am I doing it right? The pleasure I felt was beyond words. She was doing it right, alright. So right. Then her expression changed with the second spurt. She looked panicked. She suddenly pulled her wonderful warm mouth off my dick and I finished spurting on her cheek and her neck. The white ropes of my cum started to flow down her body as she coughed.

As my spurts died down, I saw that she was struggling to swallow what was in her mouth. The sound of the falling water slowly returned as I rejoined the real world. When I had no more cum to give her, she finally managed to swallow but with difficulty.

"I'm sorry," she apologized. "I thought I could swallow it all, but the taste..., the texture..."

"It's alright," I said. "It felt wonderful. You might come to like the taste, maybe not. It doesn't matter. I love that you tried to do that for me."

We sat there, naked, watching each other as the sound of water pouring out of the two showerheads filled the room. We were both grinning. I could see her tongue moving around in her mouth as if she was still tasting my cum, trying to enjoy it.

When I felt ready to stand, I got to my feet, announcing, "I'd like to do something for you, now."

Patrice's face lit up. Apparently, Abby had told her about that, too, and she was anxious. I pushed the pile of clothes to the other end of the bench and spread out a towel for her to lie on. Without waiting for instruction, Patrice took my place on the bench, moving her knees apart without modesty as she sat. I took her hand and turned her so she lay along the length of the bench with her feet on the floor at one end. The bench was narrow, but not so narrow that she might roll off.

I knelt on the concrete floor between her knees and adored the sight before me. I realized I was in a place that no one had ever been before. There might be many who came after me, but I was the first. Her first.

Patrice was holding her head up so she could watch what I was doing. I gave her a smile before lowering my face to her pussy. Her dark hair was only barely concealing her virgin slit.

I used the tips of my index fingers to peel open her lips and reveal the tender inner flesh. I smiled as I did so, enjoying touching her so intimately. Knowing she had no experience with this, I wasted no time exploring her with my fingers. I set out with my tongue to discover this new territory. First I touched the wet tip of my tongue to the tip of her clit. It was peeking out at me from under its hood, curious about the new stranger. When I made contact, Patrice made a sound. It was kind of like, "Ooh," but really drawn out. Not surprised, but rather very, very pleased. I explored the area about her clit, smelling and tasting the very essence of her womanhood.

At the limit of my vision, I noticed that Patrice was tensing and relaxing muscles all along her body. Her stomach, her sides, her arms, even her face—all were responding to my touch. I was so pleased with myself for being the very first person to show her that her body was capable of feeling such pleasure.

I moved lower, seeking out the source of her moisture. When I reached the passageway to her womb, I grinned. Her juices were flowing out, past where the towel ended and darkening the wood of the bench at the end of the seat. Her body wanted mine so badly. I could feel my own erection throbbing, reminding me of how badly my body wanted hers.

Turning my attention to the opening, I tenderly tasted the flow, enjoying her unique flavor. My tongue touched her hymen. I knew that her body would be changing irrevocably in only a few minutes. I, alone, would experience the feeling of tearing her open, getting her ready for all the penises that would come after. I felt a moment of guilt for that brief pain that I would cause her. Thinking then of the pleasure we would both feel after that moment, I overcame those pangs of guilt.

I touched her pussy with my tongue, licking and sucking. I used my lips to pull on her lips. Occasionally, I strayed up to give her clit a few licks before returning. Though my knees were starting to ache, I didn't want to move. I wanted to make her cum in my mouth first.




Secrets Revealed Pt. I Ch. 02



When I looked over the patch of her curly hair to check on her, her facial expression told me the goal I was seeking was close at hand. Her eyes were becoming unfocused and she was starting to moan. She was about to cum.

I redoubled my efforts, driving her over the edge she wasn't sure she wanted to cross. Suddenly, she violently tried to sit up. At the same time, her legs closed around me, trapping my face where she most needed me to be at that moment. She lowered herself back to the bench and she thrust her pelvis up in an attempt to increase the pressure between her pussy and my mouth.

One last lick across her opening, then I moved my lips up to her clit. I sucked on it, pulling it along with its hood into my mouth. My tongue danced over the tip, now starting to hide from me, as I kept up the suction. I let go with the fingers of my right hand and played over her hymen with my index finger. I tentatively stretched the tiny opening before changing to my little finger which easily entered her. Turning my hand over with my finger inside her, I sought out her G-spot as she cried out.

I felt an increase in her wetness and her pussy clench around my finger. Her legs were now trying to crush me as she came in my mouth.

I let her down easily, not wanting to leave her too sensitive for the next performance. She relaxed and I took advantage of the moment to pull back from between her legs. She had opened her eyes, though they were staring seemingly unfocused at the ceiling. I sat back on my haunches, proud of what I had done for her.

Patrice spoke while still looking up.

"Abby told me it was going to be wonderful, but damn!"

I could hear the happiness in the sound of her voice.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it so much," I told her.

"Enjoy is too mild a word for what I felt."

She finally shifted her gaze and looked at me.

"Did you like doing that?" she asked tentatively.

"Of course. I loved it, as much if not more than you enjoyed doing it to me," I reassured her.

She smiled at that. She held out a hand. Taking the cue, I got up and helped her stand. She was a little unsteady on her feet at first, but she quickly overcame that. She looked down to the bench.

"Did I do all that?" she asked, referring to the puddle of her juices at the end of the seat.

"Yes. Thank you," I told her.

She crinkled up her nose.

"Don't feel that way. I enjoyed it," I said.

When she looked at me with disbelief, I countered her thoughts with, "Didn't you enjoy tasting me?"

"Yes, but..." she started to say.

She looked expectantly at me and I grinned.

"Well?" I asked.

I enjoyed watching her work that out in her head. She finally smiled, understanding that I could enjoy tasting her as much as she enjoyed tasting me.

"Now that we have that settled, are you ready to go to bed?" I asked her.

As confident and as horny as I felt, I still felt a twinge of nervousness in the pit of my stomach as I spoke that question. Patrice looked at me, looking like both a little girl and a woman at the same time. It was fitting, for she was on the very threshold between those two states. She didn't hesitate. I must be reaping the benefits of many late night conversations with Abby for she smiled and took me by the hand. Tugging on my hand, she turned for the door. Thinking about what was still on both of our faces, I resisted.

"Let's rinse off under the shower first," I suggested.

She looked back to the water which was still running. She giggled and nodded, and let me lead her back under the stream of water.

We quickly rinsed off. I noticed that she ran a hand along her slit and it looked like she inserted an index finger into her opening, perhaps feeling the tightness of her hymen for the very last time.

I turned off the two showerheads. The final knob creaked as the sound of the splashing water died away completely. The room was suddenly very quiet. The entire building was quiet. I realized that she might start to get nervous so I grabbed one of the towels and pulled her close as I wrapped it around her. I hugged her luscious body to mine as I dried her back. Her expression showed that she was enjoying this as much as I was.

When I finished, I pushed her a step away and dried her front. I especially enjoyed handling each breast as I dried it, and the feel of drying her pussy. I knelt to dry each leg with my face inches away from the pussy I was about to penetrate.

When I was done, she did the same to me, handling and drying my hard cock with the same care I had shown her breasts. The towel was a little rough for my sensitive head, but I withstood it for her enjoyment. What I felt was minor compared to what I was about to do to her.

When we were dry, Patrice tossed the towel towards the bench. It missed and ended up as a heap on the floor.

"Turn around," she ordered, her finger indicating what she wanted me to do.

"Why?" I asked.

She gave me an exasperated look and reached into her bag. Instead of pulling out her hand, she said more emphatically, "Turn around."

I shrugged and turned around. I felt silly standing there, naked and staring at the wall. Behind me, I could hear her taking something out of the bag. I was tempted to sneak a peek but I didn't want to do that to her. I waited but my curiosity was definitely piqued.

The sounds behind me stopped. Then after a pause, Patrice said, "Okay, you can turn back around now."

I turned and the vision took my breath away. Patrice was standing there wearing a baby doll nightie. It was almost see through. Her nipples and pubic hair were barely visible shadows. She looked so beautiful that my chest ached just looking at her.  

"You are so beautiful," I barely breathed.

She blushed as she stepped forward and put an arm around my neck to pull me close to her. I felt her erect nipples dig into my chest through the thin fabric. She raised her eyebrows as if to ask, What's next?

I knew exactly what was next, and so did she. I slid an arm around her back and pulled her to my side. Then I took her by the hand and led her across the building to my room.

The wooden floor creaked in the stillness of the empty room as we padded to the door of my bedroom. I felt Patrice's hand tighten in my grip ever so slightly as we neared the door. She was still a little nervous. I intended to ask her one more time before I took her, to give her one more chance to change her mind. I wanted this. I wanted it so badly, but I didn't want her to feel forced. I wanted her to give herself to me willingly, lovingly. I wanted most of all for her first time to be... wonderful.  

I stepped through the door but Patrice hesitated, pulling on my arm. She was probably thinking how she was entering that room a virgin but would leave as something different. She looked at me and smiled shyly. I noticed her breasts rise as she took a deep breath and stepped in.

I sat on my bed and patted a spot next to me to invite her to sit. She did. I thought I looked silly, sitting there with my erection sticking up, bobbing with my heartbeat. My body knew what it wanted. My heart wanted to be sure she still wanted it.

"Patrice, are you still sure you want to do this?" I asked her, feeling my love for her as a pleasant ache in my chest. My heart was pounding as I am sure hers was at that moment.

My lovely Patrice looked deeply into my eyes, a tear just starting to fall from a corner of her left eye, as she nodded slowly.

"Yes," she said, so softly that I almost couldn't hear it. Then, she spoke more clearly, "Yes, take me. Make love to me."

She held her arms up. Taking the hint, I undressed her. The silky fabric hissed as I pulled it over her head. She lifted her bottom so I could pull the panties down her legs. I noticed how wet the crotch was as I pulled her bottoms free of her ankles and tossed them aside.

Once she was naked again, she leaned to me for a kiss. I put my arm around her back and kissed her deeply, our tongues meeting, as I pressed her head back onto my pillow. I shifted until I was on top of her. She parted her legs and I moved mine between them. My instincts were telling me to push forward and enter her right there, but my head intervened. I slowly pulled my lips from hers, our mouths separating wetly, and I moved to sit up. Patrice looked surprised, as if she didn't understand.

I got up and stepped to the counter, to open the cardboard box. The paper tore open with a sound that penetrated the quiet of the night. When she saw what I was opening, she smiled broadly and put her head back down on the pillow.

I ripped open a packet and pulled out the rolled up condom. I took a step back so I could put it on my cock, but then realized that she would probably enjoy watching what I was doing. I turned to face her, my cock standing up proudly on display. She did watch eagerly as I pressed the end to my dick. I pinched the end with two fingers and rolled the rest down my shaft. Patrice watched wide-eyed as it unrolled to cover my entire shaft.

"Wow," she whispered.

I smiled and returned to the bed, wearing only that piece of latex. It was all that would separate me from Patrice, and it was just enough to keep her from getting pregnant.

When I got to the bed, she started to move to one side to make room for me but then caught herself. With a little laugh, she returned to the middle of the bed and opened her legs wide. She was as beautiful as an angel as she prepared to surrender herself to me.

The bed gave a groan as I added my weight to hers. I knelt in front of her and held my hard dick with one hand. This was the moment. We were going to do it. It.

I pressed the end of my cock to her lips and she drew in a deep breath. I also saw her body tense.

"Relax, I'm just putting my dick against it. I'll let you tell me when you're ready for me to... you know," I tried to reassure her.

Patrice just nodded. I rubbed my condom-covered dick against her wet lips, gathering moisture from the bottom and dragging it through her lips up to her clit.

"I can feel how warm it is," she said with breathless wonder.

"You feel pretty warm, too," I told her.

I rubbed over her clit a few times and she squirmed. I smiled and moved lower, to where I would penetrate her. I pushed forward and felt the barrier. She tensed a lot more that time. We both knew what was coming next.

I opened my mouth to speak but Patrice interrupted me.

"I'm ready. Do it now, Tim."

I nodded. It looked like she was trying to make herself relax. I pushed forward. She drew in a really deep breath and held it. I put my weight behind my push. With my dick securely in place, I leaned forward onto her and moved both hands to her hips to pull.

Her face showed a momentary look of surprise, then discomfort which quickly turned to pain. I ached as I knew I was causing her that pain. My only comfort was in knowing that it would only be for an instant, to be followed by great pleasure. I felt the opening start to enlarge. She was tearing. I leaned forward and pressed my mouth to hers.

Patrice cried out, a scream that was muffled by a kiss. I parted my lips and she screamed into my mouth. At that moment her hymen became just a tattered memory and I slid into her pussy.

I turned my face, our lips separating wetly, until my cheek was beside hers. I kissed her cheek and turned my face back so I could kiss her again on the lips. Her mouth opened against mine and I entered her mouth with my tongue.

I felt the change. As the pain lessened and the pleasure replaced it, she slowly wrapped her legs around mine. I reveled in the smooth feel of her legs as she grasped me. Her arms which were already around me gripped tighter. Her legs now slid along my body; she was enjoying the feeling. I started thrusting in and out of her pussy and her hips mirrored my efforts.

We made love accompanied by the squeak of the bed and the whine of the crickets through the open windows. I took a moment to wonder if anyone else had heard her scream. I doubted it but I imagined Abby hearing the sound Patrice made and smiling.

I was enjoying taking Patrice on that journey. Probably not as much as she was, because you never forget your first time, but I was enjoying it. I had wanted this since I first met her. It had been worth the wait.

We stayed in that position the entire time. When I was ready to cum, I wrapped my arms beneath her and held her close. I looked into her eyes and moaned. Her face lit up when she felt the sudden warmth pulsing into her body. Her eyes widened as she realized what was happening.

As soon as I finished, I pulled out as I reached between us and held the rim of the condom. Patrice was watching intently as I removed the condom and held it up. The end held my cum on the inside; there was a little blood smeared on the outside, just a few bright reddish smears. I held it up for her to see.

"You're not a virgin anymore," I announced.

She smiled and nodded. She looked proud of herself.

I tossed the condom into the trashcan where it landed with a wet plop. Patrice giggled when she heard it hit.

"You do have more of those, don't you?" she asked.

"Yes, a whole box. Are you ready to go again?"

"I am, but I don't think you are," the lovely woman in my bed observed.

"Give me a little time," I told her, crawling back into bed next to her. As I turned on my side and kissed her, my hand sought out one of her tits. She moaned pleasantly as I caressed her nipple. Hearing her happy sound got me going again. We kissed passionately as my dick slowly regained its erection. Patrice reached between us to hold it and cooed as she felt it grow in her palm.

When I was ready to go again, I got up and retrieved another condom. I put it on as I walked back to the bed and Patrice patiently waited. I rejoined her in bed and she leaned over to delicately kiss the tip. She made a face as she sat up.

"It doesn't taste very good," she observed.

"It tastes better without the condom," I promised.

She straddled my midsection without further comment. She held my dick in her right hand and reached between her legs with her left to hold herself open. She hissed as she lowered herself and felt me penetrating her. I enjoyed watching my hardon spreading her lips as I filled her.

Once I was fully inside, she sat upright and rode me. I delighted in watching her firm breasts bounce with each stroke. She blushed a little when she realized I was watching her.

"Don't be embarrassed," I told her. "You are so beautiful like that."

"Do you really think so?"

"Yes, Patrice, I do. Your naked body is so lovely... and feels sooo good around my dick."

She let me admire her for awhile before speaking again.

"Show me some more positions," she begged.

I grinned and nodded.

"Get up," I told her. "Get on your hands and knees."

She did as I asked and I knelt behind her. She looked back over one shoulder as she waited. I pressed my cock to her opening and entered. As I started pumping into her, she tried to push back but we couldn't get the rhythm right.

"How about if we try this on the floor?" she suggested.

I pulled out and we did just that. On the hard surface, we got it right. She eagerly pushed back as I pressed into her each time. While we were doing it that way, she came. I gripped her by her hips to fuck her more vigorously as I enjoyed listening to her moan. Spurred on by her enjoyment, I came with her.

When we were both finished cumming, I easily slid my softening dick out of her.

"That was the first time I came while screwing," Patrice observed.

"You didn't cum the first time?" I asked.

"No, but don't feel bad. I really enjoyed it," she assured me with enthusiasm.

I was a little disappointed that I didn't make her cum the first time. She could see it on my face. She kissed me on the cheek, touching me softly on the other cheek with her hand at the same time.

"It's really okay. I got to cum tonight."

That made me feel a little better. Patrice got back into bed and patted the sheet.

"Can we take a nap? I'm getting a little sore, you know, inside."

"Sure," I said. I turned off the light and slid next to her in the dark.

She rolled partially over to put a leg between mine. I put my arm around her as she put her head down on my chest.

"I can hear your heart beating," she whispered.

That was the last thing she said. I lay there feeling her body against mine. I listened to the sound of her breathing, the crickets outside the window, the stillness.

Someone was tugging me, trying gently to shake me awake.

"What's the matter?" I asked groggily.

Patrice's voice answered in the darkness.

"Let's do it again," she said next to me.

I smiled. It was late and there was no moon so I couldn't really see much of anything. I felt her movements in the mattress as she shifted. The bed beneath us groaned. Then her mouth found my cock and I groaned.

If it had been light enough, Patrice would have seen me smile. I smiled as I remembered where I was, who I was with and what had happened earlier that night. When Patrice pulled her mouth off my dick, she captured my attention.

"Where are the condoms?" she was asking.

"On the counter. I'll get them."

I started to get up but her hand on my chest pushed me back to the bed.

"I want to do it," she said as she got up. She winced as she stood. "I guess I'm still sore."

"We can do it later," I offered.

"No, I want to do it now. I'll be okay," came her voice from the darkness.

I heard her bare feet padding softly across the room. The sound stopped and I heard her hands pushing things aside.

"Found 'em," she announced and I heard her walking back towards me. I heard her drop the cardboard box on the nightstand next to the bed.

"Oof!" she exclaimed as she hit the bed and fell onto me.

We both laughed. It was a delightful feeling of having a nude teenage girl lying on top of me.

"I guess that wasn't very graceful," she said.

"No, I don't think so, but I didn't mind. You can throw your naked body against mine any way you like."

She didn't respond to my comment. Instead, she shifted around. I could barely make out her shape as she sat or knelt near my dick. I heard the plastic packet tear.

"Do you want some help?" I asked into the darkness. "A light, maybe?"

"No, I want to do it in the dark. Now, how did this go?"

"There are instructions in the box," I suggested.

"Girls take health class, too," she told me.

I felt her warm hand envelop my flagging erection.

"Make sure he's fully erect," she recited, obviously remembering a lecture she had paid attention to. "Then gently pinch the end," and she playfully squeezed the head of my dick, "Oops, nope, of the condom."

We both giggled and the bed shook a little.

"Now, holding his thing in one hand—"

"Thing?" I asked with a sarcastic tone. "His thing?"

Patrice sighed.

"Okay." She cleared her throat. "Holding his dick in one hand, roll the condom down over the shaft until the shaft is fully covered."

She was purposely emphasizing the key words.

"Or, until you run out of condom," she said as the condom became fully unrolled.

"If you run out of condom too early, select a boyfriend with a shorter dick."

"Did they really teach you that last part in school?" I asked, not able to conceal my laughter.

"Yes, just like that," she insisted. Then, "Well, maybe not that last part."

She cleared her throat again.

"With the protection fully in place, mount the shaft and lower yourself onto it until you are in a kneeling position."

At that part, I couldn't help myself. I burst out laughing.

"What?" Patrice asked, now fully mounted on my shaft.




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"I was just thinking what it would sound like if anyone walked by the window about now," I said between gasps.

"So you think this is funny, do you?" she said as she squeezed her pussy muscles.

I was surprised that she knew that technique.

"No, ma'am," I said with sudden serious. Taking a deep breath, "That feels so good."

"That's right, call me ma'am. I am a woman now."

"I have no doubt," I told her.

I reached out to her and found two warm soft breasts to hold onto.

"That feels so good," she sighed.

She moaned as I softly pinched her nipples. She leaned a little forward and rocked back and forth on me. We stayed in that position the whole time. I felt her pussy tighten around my shaft and her breathing quickened as she came, but she was otherwise silent.

When it was my turn, I slid my hands from her breasts over her stomach to her waist and pulled her down hard as I thrust up into her.

She said, "Ohhh," as she felt me filling the condom.

When I was finished, she wriggled her bottom. I tried to pull her down onto me so I could kiss her, but she stopped me. In the authoritative tone she had used earlier, she continued her lecture.

"Be sure to hold onto the rim of the condom and remove it without spilling any of the contents before the dick becomes flaccid."

"Or what happens?" I asked.

"Or you may become pregnant," she answered, her tone softer.

She lifted off me and removed the condom. She tossed it but the sound it made when it hit told us she wasn't even close to the trashcan.

"Oops," she giggled.

We snuggled against each other. She asked me how it was for me and I told her the truth—it was wonderful. I was concerned that she might be sore but she assured me that it didn't hurt anymore. We were so close that I could feel her warm breath on my face as she spoke.

"What made you decide this was the right time?" I asked my lovely girlfriend.

"Abby talked to me about it. I was scared at first of it hurting but she reassured me."

Patrice thought quietly for a moment.

"And, I wanted our first time to be here, in a real bed. Before we take that canoe trip in a few weeks."

I had held the same concerns but didn't want to voice them.

"This feels so nice," Patrice said as she ran her hand across my chest and slid a leg along mine. Her hand moved down to my now soft dick. "I only hope I can be quiet in a tent," she mused.

"I don't think anyone will mind if they hear us. The other couples will be doing the same thing."

The conversation drifted like that. The time between sentences dragged out until I heard Patrice's breathing deepen. She was asleep again. I must have joined her a few minutes later.

The next thing I knew, it was light in the room. Patrice's body was still wrapped around mine. The warmth of her body was a delight that I savored.

Patrice stirred. Her eyelids fluttered and opened. She looked at the wall before turning to me and smiling brightly.

"Good morning," she said slowly.

"Very good," I agreed.

Patrice seemed to be thinking intently about something. She shifted away from me and rolled to her back. She opened her legs and put her right hand between them. I watched silently as she gently inserted her index finger. It went into her pussy just to the first joint and stopped. Then she pushed it in to the knuckle.

Patrice pulled her finger out. My cock stirred as I saw how wet the finger was.

"You were watching me?" she asked shyly.

"Yes. I couldn't help it. That was so sexy," I answered.

"I wanted to check out if it felt different."

"Did it?"

"Yes," she said. "I can feel the difference. It's changed. It's... bigger, I guess," she explained. "More open."

"Thank you for giving that to me," I said, almost reverently.

"Thank you for being my first," she countered.

"My pleasure."

"What time do you think it is?" she asked.

"I don't know. Maybe six, six-thirty."

"Good. We still have time," she said.

"Time for what?" I asked.

Patrice sighed and rolled on top of me with her hand between us holding my dick.

"Time for us to do it again,... and take another shower together,... before we have to go to Natchitoches," she explained.

"Then I guess we need another condom," I observed.

"I guess we do," she said.

She started to sit up but then stopped.

"I guess I'm a lot more sore inside than I thought," she said sadly. "I wanted to do it again when I could see what it looked like," she said. "I'm sorry. I hurt too much to do it again."

"It's really alright," I assured her. "Sure, I'd love to do it with you again," I said with a smile. "We'll have many other times to do it."

I pulled her back to me and kissed her. She smiled but it looked like she was starting to cry.

"It's really okay," I said.

She nodded, sad but happy.

I got out of bed and picked up the condom that had landed on the floor during the night. There was a small puddle around it.

"Here," Patrice said, grabbing a towel and tossing it to me. I cleaned up the mess we had made. When I stood, Patrice held out a hand to me. I took her hand and she pulled herself up slowly. Turning around, she looked down and saw the stain on the sheet.

"Oh, shit, that was from me, wasn't it?" she asked rhetorically.

"Yes, but don't worry about it. I'll change the sheets and take them to the laundry. It won't be the first time a counselor sent a bloody sheet to be washed. It's not even that big a stain."

"But it's embarrassing," Patrice said. "For the girl. I mean, everybody will know what we did last night."

"Hon, I can guarantee you that we were not the only people in this camp last night having sex. What do you think everybody does on the two nights a week we have off?"

She seemed to be thinking about that.

"I guess I screamed kind of loud, too," she said, blushing.

"You don't remember, do you?" I asked. She shook her head. "I kissed you just as I entered you and muffled your scream. Nobody heard you," I assured her.

She pulled me to her and we hugged.

"This feels so good," she moaned as our bodies met.

"You've said that before already," I admonished her.

"But it's true. It all feels so good."

As Patrice said that, her hands slid down my back and over my butt, eliciting a slight jump from my cock. Her eyes widened as she felt that.

"Like that, don't you? I wish we could do it again, but we promised Abby, and..."

"I know. We have this afternoon and tonight. And,..." I said.

"And?" she asked.

"And,... I'm sure Abby is dying to hear how last night went." I finished smugly.

"Girls don't talk about that," Patrice assured me.

I raised an eyebrow in question. Patrice tried valiantly to stand her ground but crumbled after a minute.

"Okay, maybe we do talk about that, but we don't brag. Not like guys do."

"Who said I'm going to tell anybody what we did?"

"I meant in general. I know you're not like most guys," Patrice told me.

She slid an arm up to my neck and pulled me down to a kiss.

When our lips parted, she continued with, "Now take me to the shower before I pull you back into bed and make you screw me again."

"Promise?" I asked.

She made a cute face.

"Okay, later," I said and, taking her by the hand, led her in the direction of the shower. She walked funny and I tried not to notice.

Patrice froze as we stepped into the main room.

"The shades are up. People can see us."

I went back into my room and grabbed my last clean towel. I wrapped it around both of us.

"Better?" I asked.

"It doesn't cover what we're doing but it gives me a little modesty," she told me.

I kissed her near her ear, making her moan again, and we shuffled off to the shower.

The morning shower wasn't nearly as sexually charged as the one the night before. She was a lot more outgoing, though, now that she was more familiar with my body. I asked her if she was sore and she assured me she wasn't. We played a little as we cleaned up each other.

By the time we got dressed and made our way to the dining hall, it was almost eight o'clock. I enjoyed watching Patrice dress, knowing I was going to be undressing her again later.

When we entered the interior of the dining hall, it took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the dim interior. Abby was already at our usual weekend table, waving to us and smiling. Okay, she was grinning broadly. I looked to my side and saw Patrice blushing mightily. She hung her head down and moved quickly to the table, sitting across from Abby. I joined her.

I could see that Abby could barely contain herself, but she was trying. Making a point to study both of our faces, she finally spoke. She blushed as she said it, though.

"Well, if clichés are to be believed, Patrice, you positively glow and Tim looks like he didn't get quite as much sleep as he usually does."

Patrice reached across the table to playfully slap at Abby's hand.

"Stop it! You can't really tell that," she said, trying not to laugh or blush but not really succeeding.

Abby was still grinning but she was at least speaking in a hushed tone for Patrice's benefit.

"And, hon, you're walking funny. So, how was it?" she asked.

It surprised me that Patrice seemed to lose her earlier shyness and shame.

"It was wonderful," she said, a little louder than she intended.

When she saw a few guys at one of the other tables look up at her words, she blushed even brighter (which I didn't think was possible) and covered her face with her hands.

"I told you," Abby said. Then, looking to me, she pointedly asked, "Tim, why don't you go get your plates so Patrice and I can talk?"

I nodded, kissed Patrice on the cheek, and stood up. While I was getting our two trays, I surreptitiously glanced over to our table. Patrice and Abby were deep in serious conversation. Abby was like a mother to Patrice. Well, maybe more like a big sister. She genuinely cared about her friend. Abby wasn't confident enough to talk about sex around me, but I was glad she was talking with Patrice about it. I hoped Trip was as nice a guy as she told us. She certainly deserved it.

By the time I made it back to the table, the girls were finished with the serious part of their talk, or they cut it short when they saw me returning. Just before I reached the table, I bumped into...

* * * * *

A tree.

My wife was laughing in spite of her concern for me.

"Are you alright, Tim?" she asked.

"Huh? What?" I responded in a dumbfounded manner.

"You were really out of it. You were smiling and looking kind of dreamy. Then when you got to that tree, you walked right into it. What were you thinking about? An old girlfriend, perhaps?" my wife asked.

I immediately felt panic grip me.

"No, not really," I tried to hedge.

The look on my wife's face showed she didn't buy it. I quickly thought of a solution. I changed the subject.

"Where's Laura?" I asked.

That caught my wife off guard. She looked around for a moment before pointing to my daughter out in the sunshine. She was skipping back towards us and pointing to the sky.

"Look, Daddy, a plane!" she was saying.

* * * * *

"Yes, a plane," Abby said. "His friend, Paul, is a pilot."





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Part I – History

Chapter 3

"I thought they were building contractors," I said.

"They're architecture students. Trip remodels houses over the summer. That's how he pays for his school."

"Wow," Patrice said.

I nodded in agreement.

"Anyway, that's how Trip's getting here for the weekend. They rented a plane. Paul is flying him down this morning and then flying on to see a friend. Trip goes back home tomorrow morning right before lunch."

I nodded in understanding.

"And you're staying in Natchitoches tonight?" Patrice asked.

Abby looked a little embarrassed at that question.

"Abby, what do you think we did last night?" I asked, earning a punch in the arm from the lovely creature at my side. "Ouch."

Abby and Patrice giggled while I rubbed my arm.

"So you know how to get to the airport, right?" Abby asked, looking at me and deftly changing the subject.

"I've never been there, but it's near the university. We'll find it alright. It should take about half an hour to get there. Will you be able to find your way back tomorrow?"

"I got here, didn't I? I just don't know my way around the town, that's all," Abby told me.

"So when do we have to leave?" Patrice asked.

"I guess about 9:30. Trip told me they were supposed to land at 10:00. Is that okay?"

"Sure, it's fine. We're going to have lunch in town and see a movie. Then I guess we'll come back here and... find something to do." Looking at Patrice, I guarded my arm and hastily added, "Okay, I'll stop. Just don't hit me again."

I rubbed my arm as if she had really hurt me. She laughed at my pathetic attempts at humor.

Abby packed an overnight bag while I waited outside. I didn't want her to feel self-conscious about me seeing what she put in the bag. Abby was cute and Trip was going to be a lucky guy tonight. I knew just how lucky because I was going to be with Patrice.

Abby followed behind us in her car as I headed north. There were signs for the small airport and I had passed by it before so we didn't have any problems finding it. I had never actually been there before—it was across the river from the university—so we didn't know where to go to meet a plane. There were few people hanging around two or three planes. I stopped near a big metal building and got the attention of one of the men. He walked over and asked if we were lost. He was wearing coveralls with the name Jason sewn in script over one pocket.

"I think so. We're looking for a plane."

He nodded, not pointing out how stupid my comment sounded.

"Are you looking for someone?" he asked.

"We're here to meet some friends who are flying in from Tennessee. Where is the terminal?"

He looked funny at me for a minute, and then smiled.

"Oh, you want the pilot's lounge. Go back over there," and he pointed to what looked like a two-story house, complete with dormer windows, at the far end, away from the buildings where people were working on airplanes. "That red brick building," he explained, "someone will be able to help you there."

"Thanks a lot," I told him.

He nodded before turning back to the open building where people were working on an engine.

I pulled up in front of the building that Jason had pointed out, and parked. There wasn't a sign but it was the only place matching his description.

"I guess this is where you can meet your friends," I said to Abby as she got out of her car. I had just about reached the door when someone called out to us. Turning, I saw a dark-haired woman coming our way. She had short hair and olive skin. She didn't so much walk as float. Her gait was light and she seemed to belong in the air.

"Hi, I'm Lisa. Can I help you?" she asked pleasantly.

"Yes, we're supposed to meet some people here. They're flying in from Tennessee," I explained.

Lisa thought about that and said, "Well, we haven't had anyone land yet this morning. They're probably not here yet. Why don't you come inside the line shack and wait."

She held the door open for us and we all stepped inside. The cool air was a welcome relief from the morning heat. The small room had two brown leather couches in front of a counter. The smell of something Italian cooking was coming from a kitchen in a bigger room off to one side, desperately competing with the scents of stale cigarette smoke and motor oil.

Lisa walked over to the counter and looked at some papers amid a scattering of what looked like maps or brochures. A radio on the counter issued forth cryptic words every few minutes.

"Ah, there's some bad weather over northern Mississippi. Your friends probably had to fly around it. Are they flying VFR or IFR?"

"They're not on an airliner. It's a private plane," Abby explained.

Lisa smiled politely. "You're not pilots, are you?"

We shook our heads.

"I meant, are they flying on instruments?" At the blank expressions on our faces, she continued, "They shouldn't be delayed more than half an hour or so. Where are you from?"

Lisa made polite conversation with us while we waited. She showed us to the bigger room and stopped by the stove to stir the contents of a pot. She pointed to the sofas in this room and we all sat. Abby was a little concerned about the weather but Lisa reassured her that it was nothing to be worried about. While we were talking, a man walked in. He was wiping grease from his hands with a towel.

"Lis, when Dr. Henson calls, tell him when we pulled one of the jugs we saw it's gonna need a ring job. Terry says he can't get it ready until at least Thursday. Oh, hello."

He seemed to notice us all at once, his blue eyes focusing on the women.

"This is my husband, John. We run the FBO," Lisa explained. Then, to John, "They're waiting for some friends who're flying in."

"F-B-O?" Abby asked.

"We manage the airport," Lisa told her. She stood and walked over to John, wiping an errant blob of grease from his tanned face as she smiled at him. "We always dreamed of doing this when we retired. Between him and Terry, our mechanic, there's nothing they can't fix."

John smiled at us and headed back out the door. Abby looked over at Patrice and me.

"Why don't you go on into town. I don't want to make you late for your movie," she urged us.

"Are you sure? We can wait until they get here," Patrice said, squeezing my hand.

I nodded in agreement.

Abby looked to Lisa, who spoke up.

"Sure, everything's going to be fine. Nothing to worry about," she said. "You can wait here with me."

Lisa sat down on the other plush sofa. There was no one else around, but the remains of card games still littered a few small tables. A television played on, unwatched, against one wall. The compressor kicked on inside the Coke machine and that sound seemed to spur Patrice into action.

"Alright," Patrice said.

We stood up and Patrice leaned over to hug Abby.

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do," she told her friend.

"I'm hoping to do exactly what you did," Abby told her and both of them blushed.

Lisa just looked away and smiled. I thanked her for her hospitality and we left. As we were walking out, an older man was walking in. He quickly stood aside to hold the door for us and we heard Lisa greeting him from behind us.

"Hello, George. Heading down to see your son?" she called from behind us.

George nodded politely and smiled as we passed.

* * * * *

"—pass a hot summer day," my wife was saying.

I nodded, not wanting to let on that I had no idea what she was saying. We were walking under the trees, heading from the archery range to the bayou that wrapped lazily around the camp. It was like yesterday when I was last here, yet it was like a thousand years ago. When Laura spied the water glistening through the trees, her eyes lit up.

"Is this where you rode canoes, Daddy?" she asked. "Did you go exploring in the water?"

"Yes, canoes," I answered.

* * * * *

"Canoes! And we camp in tents?" Patrice asked.

I nodded.

"Can we share a tent?"

I shook my head.

"Unfortunately, no. We're still chaperoning, remember?"

"I know. I was just hoping. After last weekend, I can't think of anything else."

I smiled at Patrice's discomfort.

"Tell me about it."

Patrice smiled at something.

"At least Abby is in the same boat," she said. "After Trip's visit, we did a lot of talking."

"Comparing notes?" I asked slyly.

"Girls don't talk about that," she said.

I gave her a hard look.

"Well, not like guys do." Then, with her tone softening, "Don't worry. You were much better than Trip was, from what little she told me."

"We might get a chance to sneak off into the woods late at night, but that depends on what happens," I told her. "We're going to have the kids with us."

"I know. I think it will still be fun."

"In a few weeks, we'll take a canoe trip on the weekend, just counselors. Then, we can share a tent," I told her.

Her eyes lit up at that. Then she got more wistful.

"I don't think Abby had as good a time as she wants me to believe," Patrice said.

"What makes you think that?"

"When she talks about it, they had a great time. They did some stuff around town, and the sex was good, but the way she tells it makes it all sound like she had built up the reunion to be more than it turned out to be."

"Like she was expecting more?" I asked.

"Or Trip was expecting more. Maybe I'm wrong, but I'm worried about the two of them."

"It's hard maintaining a long distance relationship," I lamented.

"I know."

Patrice stopped. When I realized it, I stopped too and turned to face her. Her eyes mirrored the sadness in her soul.

"I've been thinking about us, about when the summer is over. What's going to happen?" she asked.

I could hear tears in her voice, though they were not yet apparent on her face. At the same time, I felt a pain tear through my chest.

"We're going to stay in touch and make it work," I said, her sadness becoming infectious. "Shit, Patrice, I don't know. I want it to last, too. Sometimes you just have to live for the moment, you know?"

She nodded. She was looking to me for answers that I wasn't sure I had.

"You have to enjoy what you have now instead of worrying about the future. We'll deal with it when it comes. We'll make it work out."

She fell into my arms, crying on my shoulder. I could feel the outline of her plastic nametag as her breast pushed it into my chest. She sobbed and I was trying hard not to cry along with her.

"I love you, Patrice. You know that."

"I know," she said, her words muffled by my shirt.

"I'm not going to let you go that easily," I finished.

"Thank you," she said, looking up to me with a tear streaked face but still holding her arms around my neck. "I love you, too."

We stood there smiling until another counselor walked past.

"PDA," he reminded us as he walked past.

"Sometimes I hate rules," Patrice muttered loud enough for only me to hear. Then, after a sigh, "I have to get back to the kids."

"Yeah, me too."

I planted a kiss on her nose.

"Now stop crying. Think happy thoughts. Don't try to solve everyone's problems."

She smiled at that and then she was gone. I watched her walk away in the summer sunshine. It was probably at that moment that it hit me. It wasn't a surprise. I knew it was coming. I had just never faced it head-on before. I was very much in love with Patrice. I wasn't falling in love. I had been there already for a long time.

* * * * *

"-long time since you've been here, hasn't it, Daddy?" Laura asked.

Shaking my head (and still feeling that pain in my heart), I struggled back to the present.

"Yes, it has been a long time, dear. Daddy was still in college back then."

"Oh, so you were old when you were here."

I heard a delightful sound, the sound of my wife's laughter. She put her arms around me from behind and hugged me.

"Yes, you were old back then," she said, continuing to laugh.

The sound of her laughter brought another memory crashing down upon me from the past, but the laughter came later. First came the crying.

* * * * *

It was about the middle of our summer at camp. Patrice and I were inseparable, as much as our jobs allowed, and Abby was missing Trip something fierce. We were just finishing lunch with our charges when one of the kitchen staff, back from a run into town, was working his way around the dining hall passing out mail. A whoop rang out from Patrice's table. There's no other way to describe it.

I looked over in alarm, as did probably everybody else in the building. The sound came from Abby, who was holding an open letter in her hand.

"He's coming!" she shouted.

Suddenly she realized what she had done, and that she was now the center of attention. She looked up as she blushed crimson, all eyes upon her. She looked around and abruptly sat down but her enthusiasm reappeared seconds later.

"Patrice, he's coming! In two weeks, he's coming back for another visit!"

Patrice and I were probably the first two to catch on to what Abby was carrying on about. Trip was coming back for another visit. I was glad to hear it. His last visit cheered up Abby a lot. She again had something really good to look forward to. Patrice looked like she was sharing Abby's joy. Some of the older girls at their table seemed to have figured out that the letter was from Abby's boyfriend.

Later that day, I had a chance to talk to Patrice and, after a quick kiss, brought up the subject of Trip.

"I'm not so sure Trip's visit will be a good thing," she told me.

"Not a good thing? Why not?" I inquired.

"Well, a few days after Trip left last time, Abby was going on about how he didn't seem to have a really good time, not as good as she did. She was worried she didn't, uh," and Patrice looked around to confirm we were still alone. Now whispering, she continued, "She is worried she didn't satisfy him."

"If he's coming back for more, it couldn't have been all bad," I said with a grin. "I mean, the guy's flying here from Tennessee just to see her."

"I guess so." After a deep sigh, "I hope so. I really do for her. She's sweet and she really deserves someone special"

"It will all work out fine," I reassured Patrice.

I didn't give much more thought to Trip's visit after that. From the occasional look of concern Patrice showed, I think she was still worried. I wondered if she and Abby were talking about the upcoming visit.

On Wednesday morning, Patrice and I, along with four other counselors, did our stint as chaperones on the weekly overnight canoe trip for the older campers. After breakfast, we spent two hours making sure our charges had all the things they would need to survive a night in the wilderness. Jim was going to be taking care of the bunkhouse by himself while I was gone, as I would do the same when his turn came up. Abby would also be on her own. It was with much difficulty that I arranged for my week to coincide with Patrice's.

When I was sure we were all ready, we moved our gear outside. Brian and the old blue school bus pulled up. The bus had already picked up some of the other campers. Patrice gave me a wave and a smile from her open window.

We got loaded up and moved a little further along to pick up the last group. I was able to sit with Patrice and she grabbed my hand as I sat down.

"Ready to go camping?" she asked.

The two girls sitting behind her cheered when she said that.

"I think someone is," I said, looking over the seatback and smiling at the girls.

They nodded eagerly.

Once everyone going on the overnight trip was on board, Brian stood up, holding onto the shiny post to steady himself as the driver started moving the bus out towards the parking lot and to the road beyond. Brian held up his hand for silence.

"Listen up, campers. We're going to have about a thirty minute ride before we get off the bus so I'm going to go over our trip."

Someone started talking and Brian interrupted him with a hard stare.

"I need you to listen to me. Your safety depends on it."

The boy blushed and stopped talking.

"When we get off the bus, we're going to unload our gear. There's more gear in the back of the bus that we need to take with us. Next, we'll take the canoes off the trailer and the counselors will put them in the water. I need each of you to carry your gear down to the canoes. We'll load up your gear in the canoe you'll be riding in. We also need to put the camping gear on board, so the canoes will be really full when we're done. If you forget your gear, you will be the one doing without tonight.

"We are going to be paddling downstream back to the camp and we should make it back before dinnertime tomorrow night. We will be stopping to make camp about five o'clock this afternoon so we have enough time to setup camp and cook dinner before dark."

"What about lunch?" one of the boys asked.

"I'm getting to that. We have sandwiches packed for lunch and we'll stop along the way to eat. The only meals we'll be cooking are dinner tonight and breakfast tomorrow morning."

"Can we catch our own food?" another boy asked, accompanied by groans from most of the girls.

"Listen up and you will have all your questions answered. We have all the food with us that we're going to need.

"Some of you will be sharing a canoe with a counselor. I am sure they will appreciate it if you don't tip the canoe over so they don't have to sleep in a wet sleeping bag."

The kids laughed at that.

"You will have to wear life jackets the entire time you are on the water. This is for your safety. I don't want to see anyone taking their life jacket off in the boat, alright?"

One girl raised her hand, looking timid. Brian pointed to her.

"What do we do if we have to go to the bathroom?" she asked, blushing.

"Do it behind a bush!" a boy shouted and some of the kids laughed.

Patrice walked over to her and told her something quietly. The girl nodded, her blush only slightly fading.

As Brian predicted, the bus pulled over at a deserted boat landing about a half hour later. We got off the bus and the guys put the boats in the water while the girls helped the kids move their gear off the bus.

With that, we started getting into our boats. The counselors watched the kids very carefully. The kids who had less experience in the canoes shared a canoe with a counselor. Brian took up the lead. I was about midway in the pack, sitting in the back of my canoe and doing most of the work as my young camper did his best to paddle. With the current, it didn't take much work. We mostly steered and helped the canoe along a little. As the morning wore on, we caught up to Patrice's canoe and ended up side by side. She gave me a brilliant smile as we came alongside. The girl in the front of her canoe, Elaine, saw us and looked back to Patrice. She studied the look on Patrice's face for a few moments before asking a question. She spoke quietly so only the four of us could hear.

"Is he your boyfriend?" Elaine asked Patrice.

I looked to Patrice for her answer. She gave me a quick glance, then looked back to Elaine as she countered, "Do you think he's cute enough?"

Patrick, the boy in my canoe, spoke up next.

"Ugh! Boyfriend! Counselor Tim would never do that. Right, Counselor Tim?"

Patrice looked to me, as did Elaine, but Patrice was smiling broadly. I gave Patrice an appraising look like I'd give a car I was thinking of buying.

"I don't know, Patrick. She's very pretty."

Patrick grimaced.

"Yes, I think I'd like to be her boyfriend."

Patrice looked to Elaine and said quietly, "Yes, he's my boyfriend."

"Hooray!" Elaine shouted.

"Gross!" yelled Patrick.

"Give it time, Patrick," I assured him.

"Never!" he declared.

As he made sickly sounds, the rest of us laughed. After that, we were mostly quiet. The canoes slipped almost silently through the water. A paddle made an occasional bump against the aluminum side of a canoe, or water dripping from a paddle made a tiny trickling sound. While the kids were looking forward and trying to paddle, Patrice and I kept giving each other side glances.




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"I love you," she silently mouthed.

"I love you, too," I silently answered.

We kept that up, having a silent conversation behind the backs of our young chaperones.

When lunchtime arrived, we came around a bend to see Bill herding the canoes to a sandbar along one shore. We made sure the kids got into shore before grounding our canoes with a crunch in the sandy gravel. One of the women was handing out those wet baby wipes to clean our hands. One of the boys naturally threw his wipe into the water before being admonished about littering. After everyone was suitably disinfected, we passed around sandwiches and cans of soft drinks.

While we ate, Bill told us about the area we were passing through. He told about the history of the area, the wildlife we were seeing, and what our campsite was like. We all, kids and counselors, were anxious to get to the campsite. We still had a few hours of traveling, though.

After cleaning up the remains of lunch and repacking what we had taken out of the canoes, we set out again. Patrice and I were still in the middle of the group. We had to keep an eye on our charges in the other boats, but we still managed to pay a lot of attention to each other.

We teased each other, trying to splash a little water on each other as we paddled side by side. Many smiles were exchanged. Patrick mostly ignored us, watching the other kids and the banks. Elaine, however, kept looking over her shoulder at us. She always had a pleasant smile on her face. I didn't think if she saw a public display of affection, she'd say anything about it. I filed that thought away for later.

Patrice looked so pretty as the sunlight through the trees dappled her. I could feel it in my chest and in my stomach when I looked at her. Yes, I could feel it somewhere else, too. It would be hard sleeping apart from her tonight. Yes, I thought ruefully, it was going to be hard, alright.

Looking at my lovely Patrice, I thought, and she's probably going to be wet. I smiled at that thought.

"What's so funny?" Patrice asked.

"Oh, nothing," I offered, but she wasn't letting me off that easily.

"Come on, tell me," she pleaded.

Patrice's words had gotten the attention of Elaine and Patrick. I had thought about pulling alongside and whispering it to her, but I couldn't do it with the kids watching. I think Patrice figured out why I couldn't tell her because she smiled and gave me a wink.

When the little ones looked forward again, she mouthed to me, "I love you," and then, raising her eyebrows, looked pointedly at my crotch.

I felt like I was blushing—not so much because she was looking at my dick, but because I had been caught. I smiled back at her.

We played little games like that the rest of the trip; it was fun. We were together and in love. I finally realized that this arrangement was better than sharing a canoe. This way, we could see each other, instead of being stuck one behind the other all day.

At one point, I managed to come right alongside her boat. I picked up my paddle and, holding it over the water on the other side, leaned over to kiss her. When she realized what I was going to do, Patrice leaned over, too.

I drew in a breath as our faces approached each other. I was savoring the way she looked up close, her scent, the color of her hair in the sunlight. I closed my eyes and our lips touched as gently as a butterfly landing on a leaf.

"Oh, Gross!" yelled a kid in another canoe.

Caught! Damn! We were both flushing heavily when I opened my eyes. I lost my balance and the two canoes banged together loudly. I was wildly fighting for my balance with my paddle, desperately trying not to upset either boat.

Once Patrice had her balance under control, she started laughing uncontrollably at my antics. I must have really looked like a fool, struggling and blushing like that.

I didn't fall in, but I was the center of attention of everyone around. Anyone who missed what had happened was told (loudly by the boy who had spotted us) how I lost my balance trying to kiss Patrice. So much for discretion. I also knew Bill would hear about it and we'd get a talking to about doing that in public, not to mention almost overturning the canoes and endangering campers.

In an attempt to maintain a little dignity, Patrice held up her paddle with one hand, pointed to mine with her other hand, and sternly said, "Concentrate on your paddling, Tim."

She couldn't maintain the false seriousness. She busted out laughing all over again and I ended up joining in. Before long, everyone had a laugh at my expense. I didn't hear the others, though. I was listening only to the sound of Patrice's laugh.

I never tried that trick again. I was sure we were both being watched very closely. Later in the afternoon, Bill pulled his canoe to the shore at a clearing under some trees. I looked around and started herding the kids to shore. While we were unloading, Patrice grabbed my arm when there was no one in our immediate vicinity.

"I can't believe it. After all that happened, I didn't fall in the water."

I smiled and started to turn away, but she gripped my arm a little tighter.

"I did, however, get quiet wet," she said, looking directly into my eyes.

It took me a few seconds to realize what she meant. When I did, it must have shown in my expression because she chuckled. She made a slight moaning sound that made my dick grow another inch. She released my arm and walked away. My eyes were on her ass in her khaki shorts as she left.

Catching my breath, I got back to unloading the gear. Patrice rounded up a group of girls and took them off to use the bathroom. I could only imagine how that was going to turn out. I smiled as I saw that Patrice was carrying a shovel.

The boys had some of the tents setup by the time Patrice and her girls got back. She gave me an expression that looked like Phew! when she saw me, and I chuckled. She was quite a trooper.

The camp was setup, a fire was going, and dinner was well on its way to being cooked long before sunset. Hot dogs and beans didn't take too long to heat up. It was an easy meal to prepare over a campfire. The weather had cooled off a little, a welcome relief. All the counselors helped out with the various chores, the least of which being sure none of the kids wandered off and got lost.

Patrice and I ate together, sitting side by side with our backs against a log. Patrice was discreetly rubbing her bare leg against mine, a sensation I was enjoying a lot. When I finally looked over at her, I noticed she was looking not at my face, but my lap. There was a ghost of a smile on her lips. With a shock, I realized what she was doing. She was watching me get hard through my pants—and she was doing a good job of it. I rearranged my plate so she, and only she, could see the results of her efforts. I really didn't want any of the kids seeing the growing lump in my shorts.

Patrice noticed that and looked up at me, the ghost now a full blown smile. She nodded, as if to say Impressive, big boy. I took a deep shuddering breath and she giggled. That got a few other people interested in what we were up to and I had to keep my plate securely in my lap for the rest of the meal.

After dinner, we sat around the campfire and sang songs. As the fire died out and things quieted down, most of the kids were tired out from the paddling all day and drifted off to their tents on their own. I was sitting next to Patrice and put my arm around her. I looked up, marveling at how dark it was and how brilliant the stars appeared. In the silence, with Patrice at my side and the dark shapes of the trees reaching up to the star-studded sky, I could really feel the presence of God.

Patrice and I, of course, couldn't share a tent. The camp was divided into a girl's side and a boy's side. Our job that night was to keep the boys and the girls separated. I fell asleep listening to the forest sounds and thinking of Patrice.

Something touched my ear, so gently I thought it was a bug. I gently tried to brush it away. That was no bug. It was too soft, too delicate. And, it kissed my hand.

I opened my eyes abruptly to see a shape over me. When the shape whispered, I recognized the voice at once.

"Walk with me to find the latrine?" Patrice whispered quietly.

I smiled in the darkness and nodded. I slipped out of the tent as quietly as I could. Once we were away from the tents, she reached for my hand. I followed her, trying to walk as quietly as I could in the dark and not trip.

"Patrice," I whispered when I realized where we were, "this isn't the way to the latrine."

I heard her giggle.

"I know that. Come on," she answered.

We were headed to the water, but downstream from the canoes. Patrice guided me out from under the trees to a log and sat down, straddling the log to face me.

"What are you up to?" I asked, smiling at her in the moonlight.

"Me?" she replied, coquettishly. "Just this..."

Then she stood and reached for my face with both hands, pulled us together, and kissed me. The kiss took my breath away. By instinct, we leaned towards each other to press our bodies together. I could feel her nipples and realized she had taken her bra off to sleep. I put my arms around her. Yep, no bra strap. Her arms went around my neck. Our tongues danced together in the dark to the rhythm of our beating hearts.

When we came up for air, Patrice spoke again.

"I want to do more, but ..."

"I know," I said, "but I don't have anything with me."

We were whispering to each other in case someone else was up.

"I wasn't expecting to be able to get together, either. And we're not exactly clean enough for oral sex."

I nodded.

"Taking our clothes off out here might be a little risky," I said, trying to be the voice of reason.

"It's nice just to be able to kiss."

"And not have someone yelling, 'Gross!' while we're doing it," I said with a grin.

Patrice laughed out loud at my comment, but then immediately put her hand over her mouth.

"Oops. I hope I didn't wake anyone," she apologized.

I kissed her again.

"Ooh, that's nice," she told me.

When I put my arms around Patrice, I realized her shorts had an elastic waistband. I smiled in the dim moonlight as I slipped one hand between us over her shirt. Reaching the hem of the front of her shirt, I moved my hand back up, this time feeling her warm smooth skin. When my hand started down, I reached the waistband of her shorts and slipped my hand inside. I encountered the thin elastic waistband of her panties. As my fingers slid inside the top of her panties, my other hand also went under her shirt but moved up.

"What are you doing?" Patrice whispered.

I could hear the pleased smile in the sound of her words.

"Just looking around," I replied as my hands continued their exploration. The hand moving up was now cupping the succulent globe of one of her bare tits. The hand moving down was now beneath the soft cotton of her panties. When I felt her curly hairs, my erection throbbed in my pants, leaking precum.

One hand was now moving from side to side, squeezing each erect nipple in turn. The other moved along her furry slit. On the first trip down, all I felt was that soft curly hair. I reveled in the feel of how it was soft yet raspy. I was feeling it with my finger but remembering what it felt like when my tongue moved through it.

On the way up, I pressed harder against the slit, my middle finger dragging between her outer lips. On the way down again, her lips parted. It was as if my hand had suddenly been plunged into a glass of warm liquid. I knew her body was lubricating itself for my dick. Though we knew we wouldn't be doing that tonight, her subconscious self, that part which acted on its own, was preparing just in case. Likewise, my dick was well into preparing itself—just in case.

My middle finger dragged along her slick inner lips. She bit her lower lip as she moaned softly into the darkness. I wiggled the end of my finger against her opening and slid up, seeking her clit. She let me know when I reached it by moaning not as quietly this time. I kissed her cheek as my finger went down again. Only, this time when I reached the bottom I pressed inward and entered her pussy. One single stroke, without wavering, ever inward until my hand was pressing against her hairy lips and I could reach in no further.

Patrice's breath was coming in ragged gasps now. Remembering my other hand, I squeezed her nipples harder. It seemed like I was squeezing them hard enough to hurt but she appeared to be enjoying it. At the same time my middle finger sawed in and out of her wet pussy. Her panties were going to be completely soaked through by the time we finished. My hand and her hair already felt like they were dripping with her juices.

I pressed my middle finger towards me as I dragged it out and she tensed. She hurriedly put one fist against her mouth. A deep cry started in her throat and she tried unsuccessfully to stifle it. Though it was muffled, I knew she was cumming. I kept up the stimulation with both hands. Her other arm went around my neck for support—though her arm was too limp to really hold her up—and she leaned back against the tree trunk. I felt her legs shifting as she tried to open them wider even though her knees must have been getting weaker.

I kissed her cheek again. She got the message and removed her hand so I could kiss her. She positively attacked me, kissing me with a ferocious intensity to keep from screaming out loud. It couldn't last long.

She broke the kiss and begged, "Stop, please," as her pussy became too sensitive to go on.

I withdrew my finger from her depths but kept my hand pressed against her outer lips, enjoying the soft damp feeling of her most intimate parts. My other hand now tenderly fondled her breasts as I waited for her breathing to return to normal.

When it did, she kissed me on my cheek. I felt her hands fumbling with the zipper on my pants as she said, "I want to return the favor."

Never one to look a gift horse in the mouth, I stepped back to give her room. My hands were still on her body, though. She unzipped my pants and tried to pull my erect cock through the fly of my underwear and my shorts. Getting frustrated, she unbuttoned my shorts and pushed them, along with my underwear, down to my thighs.

My cock was jutting out, up even, in the night air. She reached for it with both hands and eagerly began stroking. Her touch felt so much better than when I did that to myself. Maybe it was because when I did that, I started and stopped. She just kept going because it was harder for her to know how close I was to cumming. It was like being on an out of control train heading downhill. No matter what I wanted, she was going to make me cum. There was nothing, short of removing her hand, I could do to stop it—and I wasn't about to stop her.

We kissed as she stroked. Our tongues touched. Her hand drew me along that inevitable path. When the end was near, our lips parted. I drew in a deep breath and we both looked down. Patrice could tell I was close by the throbbing of my dick.

When I came, she even accelerated her pace. The pleasure was so great it was almost painful. I throbbed in her hand. We both watched as I spurted thick streams that fell onto the damp sand at our feet. They fell with a plop, gleaming white in the dim light.

When I was done and flaccid, Patrice released my dick and it hung limply. She held her hand in front of her face, seeing a little sperm stuck there. She locked her eyes to mine as she licked at it, smiling as she did so.

"I love this taste," she said, almost moaning.

I took that opportunity to slowly extricate my hand from her panties. I could feel her ample juices rubbing off on her lower stomach as I pulled my hand out of her clothes. Once my hand was free, I held her gaze as I sucked her juices from my middle finger. We watched each other eagerly, hungrily, as we tasted each other.

We could have stayed out there all night, just talking and kissing, but we both knew we'd need our sleep for the next day. Eventually, regrettably, we walked back to the camp. In the moonlight, we kissed one last time outside her tent. Then I watched my lovely girlfriend crawl back inside. She looked back at me through the bug screen and blew me a kiss, which I returned before heading back to my own tent on the other side of the camp. I smelled my hand just before I fell asleep with a smile on my face, and I dreamed of Patrice.

Morning arrived softly. I gradually became aware of the sound of someone preparing breakfast. I got up and went to see if I could help. Bill was the only one awake and he was glad for the help. I mixed pancake batter while he cooked as the sound of little sausages sizzling (and the smells of the food) started to rouse the others.

"When I first got up, there were two deer near the canoes," Brian told me.

"That's funny. I didn't see any down there earlier," I said, and immediately regretted my admission.

"What were you doing by the canoes?" he asked innocently.

"I had gotten up to go to the latrine," I lied.

"Uh-huh. The latrines are in the other direction," he said.

"Oh, Yeah, that's right. I forgot."

Bill smiled and looked back down at the pan as he said, "I won't tell."

Others were starting to crawl out of their tents. Movement at Patrice's tent caught my attention at once. She came right over and greeted me with a smile as bright as the early morning sun. When she reached for some coffee, she hugged me from behind. That felt so good that it took a physical effort not to sigh out loud.

We got all the campers up and fed them breakfast. By midmorning, we had everything packed up and we were back on the water. The rest of the trip went much as the day before. Patrice and I stayed close, flirting as much as we could. We stopped for lunch along the way again. As much as we tried to conceal our relationship from the kids, they had all caught on and were no longer teasing us about it. They had come to accept us as a couple. A couple—I liked the sound of that.

We spent a lot of time on the water but it was easy, flowing with the current. Brian assured me we'd get back in time. He did this every week, and even on most weekends, so he knew the area well. Sure enough, we came around a bend and saw the camp about an hour before dinner. Cheers rang out from the kids in the canoes as they recognized home. We unloaded the gear and herded the kids off to their bunkhouses for showers and clean clothes before dinner.

I looked for Patrice as soon as I entered the dining hall, finding her easily. She was waving to me, smiling broadly. It was lasagna night which was always a favorite with everyone. A hearty meal like that after two days of paddling and eating sandwiches—the camp food never smelled so good. We ate well, counselors and campers alike who had been on the trip.

During the evening announcements, Bill said that while we had been gone, Bunkhouse 3G—under the guidance of Abby—had won that day's cleanest bunkhouse contest. The prize that night was a second dessert of ice cream. Their table jumped up and cheered while the rest of the campers groaned in disappointment.

After dinner, Patrice stopped by my table and whispered in my ear.

"I need to talk to you. Meet me outside. I'm sending Abby with the kids back to the bunkhouse."

I nodded, smiling at the thought of plans for a clandestine meeting after lights out.

When my charges were finished eating and on their way with Jim, I found Patrice standing beneath a tree across the road. She was holding a plastic cup of ice cream.

"I wanted to share this with you," she said, putting a spoonful in my mouth.

"This is against the rules," I warned. "Your girls won it, not my boys," I said around a mouthful of ice cream.




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"Shut up and eat it before it melts," Patrice said, now eating a spoonful herself.

We shared the treat until it was all gone, then she topped it off with a sweet kiss that quickened my heartbeat. I started to pull her closer to me, but she instead was pulling a small square envelope out of her pocket. As she did, she looked around hurriedly to be sure we were alone.

"Letter from your boyfriend? He's proposing and you're dumping me?" I asked, joking.

She broke the briefest smile but then got serious.

"I got a letter from Trip," she said.

"You got a letter from Trip? Abby's Trip?"

"Yes, exactly. I'm not sure what to make of this," she said in a tone that revealed she was deep in thought.

"He heard from Abby how wonderful you are and he's proposing to you?" I tried again.

She looked up from the letter, directly into my eyes. Her expression told me to stop the joking. I nodded that I understood and waited for Patrice to explain.

"He says he's coming to see Abby in two weekends," she started.

"Yeah, Abby already told us that," I agreed.

"He wants to know if we can go with her to meet him at the airport. He wants to take Abby for lunch in town and he's not staying overnight. He wants us to be there. He says Abby might want us there."

I waited for Patrice to continue. She didn't.

"And?" I inquired.

"And, that's all there is. He asks me to be there to have lunch with them. He wants to be sure I can make it."

Patrice thought for a few moments, reading over the words on the paper again.

"I'm not sure what to make of this," she finally said, repeating her earlier statement.

"Me, either. Think he's going to propose and he wants her best friend there to share in the moment?" I suggested.

"I don't know. If he's going to propose, then why isn't he staying the night?"

"You think it's something else, don't you?"

Patrice looked at me as fear and sadness overcame her features.

"Oh, God! Do you think he wants us there because he's coming to break up with her?"

Patrice was starting to tear up as she said that.

"Abby did say he didn't seem to have such a good time on his last visit," I thought out loud.

When I looked up, Patrice was looking intently at me, as if analyzing my every word.

"Shit. I hope I'm wrong. I really hope I'm wrong," she said.

"Whatever the reason, we have to be there for her. Unless... do you want to go alone?"

"No way. Whatever this is, I want you there, too. It's on Saturday morning, two weekends from now. Will you do it?" Patrice asked.

"For Abby? Sure. I'll be there," I agreed.

Patrice hugged me.

"I only hope I'm wrong and this is something good," she said over my shoulder.

I could hear the sniffles. I nodded in agreement with her statement.

"You can't let Abby see you like this. I mean, he probably didn't tell her he was asking you to be there, right?"

"I don't think so," Patrice said, scanning the letter one more time. "Here. He says he's going to ask her to ask us to go with her so he and his friend can meet us."

"It feels like we're being dishonest," I said.

"I know," Patrice agreed. "No, we're not. We're doing this to be there when Abby needs us. Whether for good or bad, we'll be there for her. I want to do it for her. It's the right thing to do."

I nodded my assent. Patrice folded the letter and slipped it into the pocket of her shorts. I put my arm around her and led her behind the dining hall towards the lake. A walk would help her calm down. I knew if Abby saw her looking like that, she'd know something was up.

Patrice dropped the empty cup and plastic spoon into a trashcan as we passed the dining hall, the container making an empty clunk as it hit the bottom. It was a sound as melancholy as we felt. We walked all the way around the lake, enjoying the solitude and finally returning to her bunkhouse well after dark. I kissed her on the cheek and watched her go in. The lights were still on and the sounds of activity told me nobody had settled down for the night yet. I walked back to my bunkhouse, wondering what the letter really meant.

I knew Patrice well enough that I could tell she was under stress keeping the secret letter from Abby. Abby got another letter two days later and asked us to go with her to meet Trip. Of course, we agreed. We even tried to look happy at the prospect. I just hoped our assumptions were wrong. I tried to think it through. Abby seemed happy, yet she didn't. It was like she knew deep down that their relationship was having problems and she didn't want to recognize the signs.

That Saturday finally arrived. Abby was wearing a sundress to go meet Trip for lunch. She looked really pretty and I couldn't imagine anyone wanting to break up with her. I was beginning to convince myself that we were wrong, that this was something good. Maybe Trip just wanted to meet her friends after all.

We took my car and drove up to the airport, arriving a few minutes early. This time, I had no trouble finding the FBO. Lisa was behind the counter and smiled immediately when she recognized us.

"Meeting your boyfriend again, Abby?" she asked.

"Yes, he's coming to visit today."

Just as Abby spoke, a call came in over the radio.

"That's Paul!" Abby squealed. "They're here!"

"He's just asking for weather information," Lisa explained. "They're still not ready to land."

Then she picked up a microphone and starting jabbering about wind direction and other things that meant nothing to me. When she finished, she put the microphone down and looked back to Abby.

"He'll be landing in about five minutes."

Abby looked excited and nervous. I just felt nervous. I guess whatever was going to happen, this was it. I reached for Patrice's hand and held it tightly. Her palm was sweaty.

We heard an airplane engine approach outside a few minutes later. Abby ran out the door but stood close to the building as she waved to the two guys inside the tiny plane. The passenger smiled and waved back. The pilot looked like he was busy with whatever it is that pilots do.

The engine shut down and the passenger's door popped opened.

"Trip!" Abby called out as she skipped over to greet him.

So this was Trip. I assumed the pilot was his friend, Paul. We walked slowly over to the plane. By the time we got there, Abby was kissing Trip. The other guy had gotten out and walked around.

Abby looked back for us.

"Patrice, Tim, this is Trip," she said. She was gushing. I hoped I was wrong about his intentions.

"Hi, Patrice. It's nice to meet you. Abby talks about you all the time." Then, reaching for my hand, "Tim, I hear good things about you, too." Trip was being very polite and friendly.

"And this dashing fellow is Paul," Abby said, indicating the pilot.

"Hi, Paul," I said, shaking his hand.

Paul seemed reserved. Maybe he knew something we didn't know. Trip, however, was acting like he was glad to see Abby. At least I hoped it wasn't an act.

Trip wanted to take all of us to lunch in town and he asked me to drive. We piled into my car, with Abby between Paul and Trip in the backseat. I asked where Trip wanted to go.

"Someplace really nice. It's my treat," Trip said.

I looked over my shoulder at him to see if he really meant that.

"Don't worry about the cost. I'm paying for it," he assured me.

As he said it, he looked me in the eye and it was like he was trying to tell me something without Abby hearing. I gave a quick nod.

I drove to a place I knew from when I was at school. I didn't get to go there often but I thought it would be what Trip wanted. When we got into the restaurant, Trip left Abby with Patrice and went to speak to the hostess. She nodded and Trip motioned for Abby to follow them. I started to follow as well but Paul touched me on the arm.

"Trip wants to talk to Abby alone. We're going to get another table."

"What is going on here?" I asked Paul.

Patrice looked expectantly to Paul as well. Paul drew a deep breath, looked up to be sure Abby and Trip were out of earshot and looked into my eyes. I thought for a moment he was going to answer my question.

"Trip is here to have a talk with Abby. I think it's best that you get your answer from her."

I looked at the guy in shock. He had just refused to answer my question.

"Come on, Abby's our friend. What gives?" I asked Paul as we followed the hostess.

We were shown to a table that was far enough away from Abby and Trip that we couldn't hear what they were saying, but we could figure it out. Trip's friend wasn't telling us what was going on, but his refusal was all the answer we needed. We were close enough to watch them. As soon as we sat, Paul looked over the menu.

"Order whatever you want. Trip is paying for it."

"When?" I asked.

Paul stopped hiding behind the menu.

"He's probably going to wait until they get their food," Paul said, looking towards his friend.

I took Patrice's hand and addressed Paul.

"Look, I'm sorry. We're not angry with you. Abby is our friend. We care about her."

"She's my girlfriend's best friend, too. Trip is my best friend. This is hard for me, too," Paul explained.

"So why the visit? Why not just do it in a letter?" I asked.

"That's not Trip's way. He has too much class for that. He had to do it in person." Paul sighed. "You have to know Trip."

The waitress had taken their order. It was like waiting for a train wreck. I didn't really feel like eating anything and I was sure Patrice felt the same way. She was still holding tightly onto my hand.

I could see that Trip was telling Abby something. Her smile was starting to fade. Trip's expression was grim. Then, it happened. Abby's face dropped. Patrice tightened her grip on my hand as it looked like Abby was starting to cry. She didn't scream. She didn't curse at him. She nodded but we could see she was trying hard to contain herself. To his credit, Trip looked like he was really sorry.

"This is hard for him, too, you know," Paul said, not taking his eyes off his friends.

"Why?" I asked.

"Does it matter?" Paul replied.

"Yes, it does. It matters to us. Abby is our friend."

"So be a friend to her this afternoon. She'll need a friend today."

I started to say something about that but stopped myself. I didn't really know any of them. I barely knew Abby and I had just met Trip and Paul. There would be no point arguing the point with Paul. He was obviously not going to tell us what we wanted to know. He was loyal to Trip. In an hour or so, these two guys would fly off into the empty sky while Patrice and I would still be here to help Abby pull herself back together.

Our food came but we just picked at it. Abby finally looked our way and said something to Trip. He nodded slowly. Abby got up and walked over to our table.

"Do you want to leave?" I asked her.

It hurt inside to see her so sad. She was fighting to keep her emotions under control. She shook her head.

"Let's go to the restroom," Patrice offered.

Abby nodded, still not saying anything, and the two girls left together.

Alone at the table with Paul, I didn't say anything and neither did he. This was so uncomfortable. I felt like he was from the enemy camp but I wasn't sure what he had done wrong. Paul was watching his friend. Trip shrugged at us but stayed at the table waiting for Abby to return. It did look like he had a lot of class. I doubted I'd have the courage to do what he was doing.

The girls took a long time to come back. When they did, Abby was clutching a handful of Kleenex and her face betrayed that she had been crying. Patrice had her arm around Abby. When they got to her table, Abby sat down and Patrice gave Trip a hard look. Trip looked like he was going to say something to Patrice but he didn't. When she sat down next to me, I could see that Patrice had been crying, too.

"Why doesn't she want to leave?" I asked Patrice.

"I'm not sure. She said—" and then she looked to Paul.

Paul squirmed in his chair. It was apparent that he knew how we felt about him. I spoke up.

"Look, it's not your fault. I know this is uncomfortable for you. It's tough on all of us," I tried to explain.

Paul smiled wanly and said, "Thanks."

"Do you understand what Abby is going through?" I asked him, maybe a little too harshly.

"Yes, I do," he said flatly. Then, after a few moments, "I went through something like this not too long ago. I know exactly how she feels." After a shuddering sigh, he added, "Trip knows how she feels, too."

Paul's face showed that his thoughts were distant, focused on another place, or maybe another person. I thought he was going to add something else, but Paul didn't say anymore. After a few minutes of trying to eat, Trip got up and walked over to our table.

"Abby wants to leave. I'm sorry. Can we go now?" he asked, looking very sad.

"Sure, let's get out of here," I said gruffly.

Trip found the waitress, had our unfinished meals boxed up, and paid the bill. While he was taking care of all that, the rest of us walked out to my car. Patrice guided Abby into the back seat. Paul looked at me, thinking about something.

"I'll sit in the back," he offered.

I realized what he was thinking. Abby probably wouldn't want to sit next to Trip right then.

When Trip came out, he was carrying two large bags. He saw the arrangement in the car and got into the front seat. He handed one of the bags to the back seat.

"Where to, now?" I asked him.

Trip looked at Abby in the backseat, sighed, and said sadly, "I guess take us back to the airport."

I nodded and complied. When I stopped at their plane, Paul and Trip got out. Abby got out, too, much to my surprise. Paul went into the office for a few minutes.

"Trip!" Abby called.

He turned around. Patrice and I could hear them from inside the car.

"Can't we give it another try?" she asked, tears now streaming down her face.

"Abby, we talked about this. It's just not going to work. I'm sorry. I'm really, really sorry. I've thought a lot about it and ... I can't see any other way."

Abby hugged him. He stiffly put his arms around her, but didn't hold her as tightly as her arms held onto him. He patted her back softly. Paul came out, stopped and looked at what was happening, and began checking things on the plane.

"Abby, I'll always treasure our time together, I'll always want to be your friend, but I'm not in love with you."

Abby spoke rapidly, "How can you say that, Trip? What do you want me to do? I'll do anything, I'll, I'll try anything." She nodded but Trip only shook his head. "Really, I can," she tried to assure him, her eyes wide.

"I'm not asking you to change for me, Abs. It's not about that—and I would never ask you to do that."

"I would do it! I would," she said, the pleading evident in her eyes. I could clearly see tears streaming down her face.

Trip took a deep breath and it looked like he was steeling himself. "It's not about you. It's me." It looked like it took him a lot of effort to say that. Abby looked into his eyes, looked for something that wasn't going to be there ever again.

"Abby, it's over," Trip said reluctantly, taking Abby's arms from around his shoulders. "I'll be there in the fall, but not as your boyfriend." Then he kissed her on the cheek.

She stood there, tears streaming down both cheeks, as Trip got into the plane. The engine started up and Patrice got out to stand beside Abby. They watched the plane taxi away. Patrice tried to get Abby into the car but she insisted on waiting until the plane had taken off. She waved as it went by overhead before getting in the car.

On the drive back to camp, both girls sat in the backseat. Patrice asked her why she waved at the plane and that brought on a wave of mixed emotions. Abby was sad, angry, lonely, despondent, and even down right pissed off. There were lots of, "I don't understand," and "Why?" and other things girls say at that time. Patrice let her get it all out. By the time we stopped in the parking lot of Camp Kisatchie, Abby wasn't crying anymore but she didn't look any happier.

We took the food from the restaurant out by the lake (the camp was just about deserted for the weekend) and had a picnic. I got us some drinks from the dining hall and we ate off by ourselves next to a tree. Or, rather, we tried to eat. Nobody really felt very hungry after what had happened so we picked at the food.

Patrice stayed with Abby the rest of the afternoon, trying to be the big sister she needed so badly that day. Abby was devastated over losing Trip but she was dealing with it. I gave them some time alone but checked in on them from time to time.

The next week was hard on Abby but she got through it. She put on a brave face and managed to be cheery when she was with the kids. Patrice told me that late at night, in their room, Abby was still crying herself to sleep. 





Secrets Revealed Pt. I Ch. 04



On that Friday, after the kids had all gone home, Harold found me. Looking around conspiratorially, he told me about a party planned for late that night at the pool. There was going to be booze and everybody was going to go skinny-dipping.

"Bill will shit if he gets wind of this," I warned him.

"That's why we're keeping it quiet. I heard Bill is going home this weekend. So how about it? Are you and Patrice coming?"

"I don't know if she'd go for a party that wild but I'll ask and let you know."

"Cool. I'll check with you later," he said, and took off.

I found Patrice carrying sheets to the laundry. She greeted me with a big smile and I took her bundle from her.

"Want to go to a party tonight?" I asked.

"Sure. Where?"

"At the pool after dark," I told her. "There will be lots of alcohol, and we'll all go swimming by moonlight."

"That sounds like fun," she said as we reached the Quonset hut that served as the camp laundry.

"What sounds like fun?" Abby asked. She was coming out as we walked in.

"A party," Patrice said.

"Uh, it's a secret, uh, from the administration," I hedged. I hadn't meant for Abby to hear about it.

"Why?" Patrice asked. "They know we drink on the weekends."

I blushed as I pulled the girls aside, away from the door in case someone else passed by.

"We're going to go skinny-dipping in the pool tonight," I whispered.

"Really?" Patrice said, surprised but with a sly smile on her face. She put her hand on my cheek. "Sounds like fun." Then, looking at Abby, the smile disappeared as she continued, "but maybe not tonight."

"Why not? It sounds like fun. What time does it start?" Abby asked.

Both of our mouths dropped open.

"Abby, I mean we're not going to be wearing bathing suits. Nobody is," I told her.

"I understood that. What time?" she asked, smiling broadly.

"Abby?" Patrice whispered.

"Look, Trip left me and I think it was because I wasn't adventurous enough. If I'm going to change, I need to do something wild. I'm going. Are you?"

I just kept looking from one to the other of them, still holding the bundle of sheets. Patrice looked at me and grinned.

"I guess we are. What time, Tim?"

I shook my head in disbelief.

I ran into Harold later and told him we were coming. All three of us.

"Three? You, Patrice and who?" Then he thought a moment and, with a look of surprise on his face, "Not Miss Goody Two Shoes?"

"Her name is Abby, Harold, and yes, she's coming."

"Does she know what skinny-dipping means?"

"Yes, she does. Just have lots of wine coolers. The girls like those more than beer."

I gave him some money to help pay for the booze and told him we'd be there about a half hour after dark.

Those of us who were planning to attend the party ate at the dining hall. Harold and a few other guys had hauled in a few ice chests of drinks. Bill had left earlier in the afternoon as expected. We did blowouts like this every year—and it was always fun—but they were done in secrecy and attended by a small group of counselors. Doing it at the pool this year was different. Skinny-dipping was a first.

I was hanging around with the girls, helping them finish a few tasks in their bunkhouse, and waiting for the time to go to the party.

"Are you sure about this, Abby?" I asked.

"Yes, I'm sure. I need a chance to get wild and unwind."

Patrice and I exchanged raised eyebrows.

"I can be wild," Abby said, but her tone seemed to be a question more so than a statement.

I looked at my watch.

"Okay, time to go," I announced.

Taking Patrice by the hand, we started out. Abby came around the other side and linked her arm in mine. The three of us marched across the camp. I did notice that Abby's grip on my arm tightened a little as we got closer to the pool.

From a distance, the pool looked like nothing much was going on. There were a few small lights on and the gate was open. The chain and padlock hung from the fence. As we approached, the background sound of the crickets was pierced by the soft murmurs of conversation. Two ice chests were beside the pool. Six couples were sitting on the side of the pool, still wearing shorts and shirts, and dangling their legs in the water.

"See. I told you," Harold said to the others as he saw us coming in. His speech was slightly slurred like someone who had already had a few beers since dinner.

"Hi, everybody," Abby said, erasing any doubt that it was really her.

It was pretty dark around the pool. I got a beer and handed the girls each a wine cooler. A few of the others were staring at Abby.

She kicked off her shoes, sat down, and saw that she was the center of attention—a quiet and stunned attention.

"What?" she asked.

"I just can't believe you came," Melanie said.

"Yeah, you do know what we're going to do, right?" Greg asked.

Abby took a long sip from her wine cooler.

"Yes, I do," she said with a smile. Then she took a deep breath. She tried to sound confident with her next statement but I knew her well enough to hear the tiny tremor in her voice.

"Who wants to go swimming?"

The question hung in the air. It wasn't that we weren't going to do it. Everyone was just shocked that Abby said it. I looked at Patrice. She just stared back. I didn't want Abby to get any more scared than she already was. If she was going to go through with this, I was going to stand at her side. I stood up.

"I do," I said as I pulled my shirt over my head and kicked off my shoes.

Patrice must have been having the same thoughts because she stood up, too. After I tossed my shirt aside, I looked at the others. No one was moving.

"Well, are we going to do this or not?" I asked the assembled group.

Harold grinned and took off his shirt. Before he could stand, Abby said, "Yes," but it was so soft that I barely heard her. She reached for the hem of her polo shirt with two trembling hands and lifted, revealing her white bra in the near darkness. Her shirt came off and floated ethereally to the concrete deck

That was what broke the stillness. Nobody believed Abby was really going through with it. Once she started, everybody began shedding clothes. Giggles and laughs filtered through the group as we undressed. It was surreal. Girls I had admired all summer were revealing the bodies I had wondered about. I was reaching for the waistband of my underwear when I realized that I had a hardon. When I removed this last piece of clothes, everybody was going to see it. I felt myself blush. I saw Patrice nervously stepping out of her panties and thought, What the hell? I pushed down and my cock sprang free into the night air.

Splashes and cheers erupted as people jumped in. I grabbed Patrice's hand and looked for Abby. Finding her naked and looking more nervous now, I took her hand and we stood at the edge of the pool.

"One, two, three," I called and we jumped in together.

Had I just done that? Had Patrice just done that? The feel of her slick body against mine as she hugged me told me she had. More importantly, had Abby just done that?

Patrice wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her lips to mine, giving me a fierce French kiss. My cock throbbed in appreciation. I opened my eyes as our lips separated and I was rewarded with a sultry smile from my girlfriend.

I looked around and found Abby bobbing in the water, drinking from her bottle. Her blond hair, a little darker now that it was wet, sparkled in the dim light. Abby swam over and joined us.

"This is fun!" she said.

A few of the other girls cheered at her words. We swam around, we played silly games, we had a raucous time while alcohol kept our inhibitions at bay. In time, things slowed down and we ended up at the shallow end of the pool, everybody with a bottle in hand, just talking. The obvious question came up almost immediately.

"Abby, what made you do this?"

It was Melanie, again, who asked. Abby drained her drink.

"Someone get me another of these, please?" she asked. "Before I think about what I'm doing?" One of the guys dragged the ice chest over to the pool and handed her one.

"It sounded like fun." Abby had our attention now. "You don't think this is the first time I've been nude in a social setting, do you?" Her choice of words sounded unfamiliar, yet she herself sounded like she was familiar with doing this. Her statement stunned us all. This was not the Abby we thought we knew. She quickly drank nearly half of the bottle, perhaps to muster her courage.

"You all know my boyfriend broke up with me last weekend, right?" Nods all around. It was hard to miss her depression, and bad news traveled fast in Camp Kisatchie. "He wouldn't tell me why. Well, not really. He said it was because of him but I did a lot of thinking this week A lot of thinking and a lot of crying. I finally figured out that it was because I wasn't wild enough for him. I'm always too reserved. I don't take chances. I decided I was never going to let someone say that about me again. When a chance comes, I'm going to take it."

"Don't go overboard, honey," one of the girls suggested.

"Let her do whatever she wants to," a guy said. "Ready for another wine cooler?"

His comments made everyone laugh. When the laughter died, Patrice spoke up.

"What did you mean when you said 'this wasn't the first time'?"

Abby smiled. We were all kneeling or sitting in the shallow water, in a kind of circle. Abby was next to Patrice and me, but in front, like she was in the middle of the circle. She started to tell us a story.

"At the end of last semester, we had this party, just four of us. My boyfriend and me, and my roommate and her boyfriend. We're all very good friends. Our other suitemates had already left for the summer so it was just Kendall and me in the apartment. We got together for dinner at this nice Italian restaurant, and we drank a lot of wine with dinner."

Abby giggled at the memory and she had our complete attention.

"Anyway, after dinner, we all went back to our place. The guys were up to something but I couldn't figure it out until they started talking about it being hot and wanting to get comfortable—without their clothes."

If Abby hadn't had all our attention before, she would have had it now. We couldn't wait to hear more, but the most amazing part was that it was coming from sweet, innocent Abby's mouth.

"I knew my roommate and her boyfriend were... I mean, I knew they were having sex and all, so they had seen each other without clothes. Trip and I were together, too, but I had never gotten undressed in front of Paul before. They all talked me into it, even Kendall. When Trip kissed me on my neck and behind my ear, I just couldn't resist. Before I knew what was happening, we were letting the guys take our dresses off. It was really strange, standing there with her boyfriend staring at my body. I felt so self conscious, but having Kendall there and naked too helped a lot."

She paused and took another sip of wine cooler, but no one said anything. Still in shock, we all had to hear the rest of the story. No one even wanted to interrupt to ask a question.

"So Kendall and I were standing there in the living room, wearing, well," she giggled, "what we're all wearing now. We were waiting for the guys to take their clothes off. Actually, I wanted to rip Trip's clothes off, but he took Paul into the kitchen to 'ask him a question' at that moment. I wanted to scream. Kendall and I were standing there, facing each other, while the guys talked and laughed in the kitchen. I started to reach for my panties but Kendall stopped me with a look. She told me to wait a little longer so I did. Then she sat down on the couch and I did, too. Boy, did the couch feel funny against my bottom without any clothes on."

That got a few snickers from her listeners.

"Finally, the guys came back. Kendall asked them what they were doing and Paul told her they were discussing something that came up. Trip and Kendall started laughing at that. It took me a minute to realize what had come up," she said, raising her eyebrows and using an index finger to demonstrate. We all laughed and she even blushed a little.

"I was so embarrassed when I finally caught on that I hid my face. When I looked up again, the guys finally took their clothes off. When they did, they both looked pretty good."

One of the girls finally broke the silence of the audience by asking, "Were they both..." and she made the same motion with her finger that Abby had.

Abby blushed, laughed, and said, "Oh, yeah." We all joined in with her laughter.

"So what happened next?"

"Well, then they opened some more sparkling wine. They sat on the floor next to us, with their things sticking out and Trip asked me what we should talk about. I was finally drunk enough to—and I think the only way I'm telling this story now is because I'm drunk—answer that we should talk about the first thing that comes up. That got everybody laughing and relaxed.

"It was a little while longer before I was drunk enough to sneak a look at Paul's—and it looked pretty good, too—and the guys got relaxed enough that they weren't as, well," and she straightened her index finger again, shrugging her shoulders and getting everybody laughing.

"As the evening wore on, we ended up sitting in the guys' laps and making out. Things really heated up, though, so we each took our guy to our bedroom for the night. We had a hot time that night. From the sounds coming from Kendall's room, they did, too."

"And?" Melanie asked.

"And what?" Abby said after another swig from her bottle.

"What next? No group sex on the living room floor? No swapping partners?"

Abby blushed mightily. "Goodness, no. The night was wild, not sick."

"Well, I'm impressed. Surprised, amazed, even, but impressed. I think this was Trip's loss, Abby," I told her.

A chorus of, "Here, here," rose as bottles were lifted in Abby's direction.

"Yeah, maybe," she said, her words now slurring a little from all she had drunk. "Now I'm a free woman," she said, leaning back against the side of the pool.

There was silence for a few minutes. Only the sound of the ripples in the water disturbed the silence.

"It will be tough to top that story," Fred finally said.

He was right. We talked about a few things, but no one had anything to top the impact of Abby's story. We had seen another side of her that night. We drank, we swam, and in time we got out of the pool and got dressed.

It was fun watching the girls get dressed. They probably enjoyed watching us dress, too. For Patrice's sake, I tried not to be too obvious about looking, and it was kind of dark. When we were dressed, I walked the girls back to their bunkhouse.

"Why don't you two stay together tonight," Abby suggested to us. "I'll be alright by myself."

"We can't," I said. "Jim is staying here this weekend."

Abby smiled as she said, "You two can have the bedroom. I'll sleep in one of the bunk beds. I'll pull the sheets off my bed."

Patrice started to protest but Abby cut her off by putting a hand on her arm. Patrice hugged Abby and thanked her.

"We'll try to keep the noise down," I said with a smile.

Patrice gave me a hard look. Abby just giggled.

"It's okay. I know what you're going to be doing. Don't worry about me," Abby said.

She gathered up some things and left, closing the door behind her. From beyond the door, she called back, "I'll be sleeping at the other end of the room."

We both laughed at that.

"Well, I guess we won't surprise her if we're noisy," I said.

Patrice started to answer me but stopped. Instead she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me into a tight embrace, slipping her tongue into my mouth. We tried to make our way onto the bed without separating our lips. We almost made it but fell onto the mattress just as we got to the edge. The bed slammed against the wall with a bang.

"I heard that!" called Abby from a distance.

We pulled apart, laughing. We undressed, turned out the light and got into bed. I was settling down with my face between Patrice's thighs when she spoke up.

"I feel funny doing this with her being all alone out there," Patrice said.

"Do you want me to go ask her to join us?" I joked.

"Don't be gross, Tim," she told me.

I knew it was a long shot. I buried my face in my girlfriend's lap and soon she forgot all about poor lonely Abby.

I woke up the next morning to the feel of Patrice's naked body laid across mine. I already sported a woody before I even became fully aware of her presence. I enjoyed lying there, feeling her body against mine and listening to her breathing. As I waited for her to wake up, I thought about our relationship. The end of the summer was coming. When we went home, we would have a long distance relationship, much like the failed one Abby had with Trip. I was going to make a quick visit home before coming back for the start of school. Patrice was going home to Shreveport before also going back to school. It would be hard to manage to see each other very often. As I thought about that, I felt a tear escape my eye.

I blinked but the tears just kept coming. I was determined not to let Patrice see me upset. I knew she was only barely managing to keep her emotions beneath the surface. I gently moved one arm to wipe away my tears with my hand but the motion woke her.

"Mmm, this is so nice, waking up next to you," she said in a sleepy voice.

She moved the leg that was draped across my thighs and encountered my erection.

"Someone is ready to play," she said, eliciting a jerk from my cock. "Yes, very ready," she cooed. Her hand moved down to stroke me and she never noticed I had been crying.

I rolled her over to her side and began sucking on one of her nipples, keeping my face out of sight a little longer. Before long, I leaned over and retrieved the box of condoms she now kept in the drawer of her nightstand. I put one on as she watched in wet fascination. She was on her back, I was kneeling in front of her, and she was placing her legs on my shoulders. I looked down at her pussy, framed with dark hair in the early morning light. It was a lovely sight indeed. Holding my stiff shaft in my right hand, I rubbed the head up and down through her curly hair. I smiled when I could see her pussy getting even wetter in reaction to the stimulation.

"Are you ever going to stick that thing in me?" she asked, exasperated.

I gave her a Who me? look. Without saying a word, I leaned forward on my dick's next trip down her lips. At the bottom, I felt my dick spread her rubbery inner lips. Her ample juices lubricated my penetration of her body and she sighed loudly. I did it in one motion, not stopping until I was fully inside her body. Catching on to the clues that she was ready for an intense fucking, I grabbed an ankle in each hand, held her legs in front of me, and relentlessly pounded into her body. Neither of us cared that Abby was in the building. Patrice moaned out loud, I called out her name, and the bedsprings squeaked loudly in protest. The bed even started to slide a little across the floor in time to my thrusts.

I made sure Patrice had one really good orgasm before I slowed down, letting her legs slide apart to either side of me on the sheets. I leaned forward onto her and she welcomed me with open arms. We kissed deeply, still panting through our noses, as we slipped into a slow sensual rhythm. Unlike moments before, this was making love. We were savoring the contact between our bare bodies. I felt her second orgasm approaching and lifted myself up a little.

At the questioning look she gave me, I explained, "I want to watch you cum."

She blushed a little and started to protest. To stem her complaints, I changed the angle a little. I knew this would make my dick rub harder against her G spot. Her words died unspoken as cries of, "Tim," changed to moans.




Secrets Revealed Pt. I Ch. 04



I loved watching her in the throes of orgasm. That was when she was at her most beautiful. Though she might squint or have her eyes wide open, her mouth in the shape of an O in a silent scream or louder in a moan, I could see the pleasure she was feeling. It was hard to describe, but I could tell she was happy, peaceful, in ecstasy. I loved making her feel that way.

Seeing her cum, and feeling her spasm against my cock, drove me over the edge. I fell to her and reached beneath her. I desperately shoved my hands beneath her ass cheeks and grabbed, pulling myself as deeply into her as I could. One last look at that lovely face and I spurted, filling the condom that was the only thing separating Patrice from me. She smiled as she felt the warmth of my sperm entering her pussy.

We spent a few moments catching our breath before I got up to dispose of the used condom. She lay on her side, watching me.

"It looks sad," she observed.

I looked down at my flagging erection.

"No," I told her. "He's just basking in the afterglow."

We both chuckled at that as we got up and gathered things to take a shower together. We carried clothes and wrapped ourselves in towels. As I stepped out the door behind Patrice, I could see Abby at the far end of the room, sitting on her bed and smiling at us. She was still in her pajamas, a long pink t-shirt.

Patrice said to her, "I guess you heard some of that?"

Abby shook her head, grinning even broader.

"I heard all of that," she answered.

"We tried to be discreet," I offered.

"No, you didn't," Abby countered.

I just shrugged.

"We're going to take a shower," Patrice said.

"Sounds like a good idea," Abby answered. "I think I'll do that, too."

Patrice stopped short.

"Abby, Tim is going to be taking a shower, too."

Abby just smiled as she explained, "After last night, I don't think any of us has any secrets anymore."

"We had the door closed," Patrice told her.

I whispered, "Dear, I think she's talking about what we did at the swimming pool."

"Oh, yeah. God, I can't believe we actually did that."

Looking her friend right in the eye, Abby said, "It was wild, but looking back... I'm glad I did it."

Her words shocked me. I never thought I'd see Abby saying something like that.

"Abby?"

"No, Tim. The new Abby."

"The new Abby," I repeated. "Then come on and join us in the shower."

As we entered the big bathroom, Abby headed to the far end of the room, explaining, "I'm going to give you guys some space. I'm not ready to share that."

"Share what?" I innocently asked as I dropped my clothes on a bench and pulled on Patrice's towel.

The towel fell free leaving my girlfriend completely naked. It was apparent that she was still dripping from her orgasm and leaving a wet trail down one leg. Patrice squealed but made no effort to cover herself up. Instead, she let go of her things and grabbed for my towel. Before I could move, it was apparent to Abby that I was erect again.

Abby looked pointedly at my erection, said, "Nice," and spun around to turn on her shower.

Patrice pulled me to her as she turned on the water.

"You're mine. Don't forget it."

I pulled her naked body to mine and kissed her as we stepped under the warm stream of water. The water was flowing over us, enabling us to slide our bodies slickly against each other. We behaved ourselves for Abby's benefit. If she hadn't been there, I'm sure I would have needed to go back to the bedroom for another condom. Before long, we were all dried off and dressed.

As we headed out for breakfast a little later, I turned to Patrice's friend and said, "I think I like the new Abby."

The next week went much better for Abby. She was finally cheery again. The effect her upbeat mood had on Patrice was much to my benefit. Our worries over her roommate were over. She was getting on with her life, though without Trip. This was definitely his loss.

The plan for the next weekend was an overnight canoe trip for the counselors. Brian used these trips to explore new routes to use for the weekly trips with the campers. Patrice and I planned to go on this trip, mainly because without the kids along we could share a tent.

We got off the bus at a different place this time and unloaded the canoes from the trailer. As we were putting gear in the boats, I noticed something that I didn't expect. I grabbed Patrice's arm and pointed. Ricky, who had been pursuing Abby earlier in the summer, was loading her things along with his into a canoe. Patrice whispered that she'd explain later and left it at that.

We paddled off with Brian leading the way, Patrice in front of the canoe and me in the back. Abby and Ricky were similarly arranged and kept up with us as we headed downstream. Paddling this way made it easier to talk to Patrice but we couldn't look at each other. All I could see of her was the back of a t-shirt, and kissing was also out of the question as we were separated by our pile of camping gear.

It was slightly overcast and the forecast called for rain overnight. Still, it was fun exploring a new section of waterway. We all knew each other by now, with the summer almost over, and we chatted with each other as we paddled.

When we stopped for lunch, I took Patrice aside and told her how pleased I was to see Abby looking so happy.

"I noticed that, too. I just hope it isn't a rebound relationship. I tried to warn her but she brushed me off. I want her to be happy, too, but I hope she isn't sleeping with Ricky just to punish Trip," Patrice said.

"Sleep with Ricky?" I asked out loud.

Patrice desperately shushed me. "Who do you think she's sharing a tent with tonight?" she asked me.

I looked at her with wide-eyed surprise and she nodded.

"Damn," was all I could think of to say.

Soon after lunch we were back on the water. We wanted to be sure to reach the camping spot and setup the tents before the rain started. The sky got grayer but the rain held off just as the weatherman had promised. I tried to keep Patrice on my mind and not think about Abby but it was difficult. I liked Abby and I didn't want to see her do anything she'd regret the next day.

We reached our campsite early in the afternoon. With the rain still not yet falling, we unloaded the canoes and setup the tents. Bill had organized a group to get dinner going. He wanted it at least cooked before the rain started. It was one thing to eat dinner in a tent. Trying to cook in the rain would be something else entirely.

Dinner was a leisurely affair, hamburgers and beer. Someone had even thought to pack wine coolers for the girls who didn't like beer. Thoughts of what had happened the last time the girls drank wine coolers at night got my erection going. I didn't expect a repeat out here, but the memory was still exciting. I knew no one would be able to top Abby's story. I laughed at that thought.

"What's so funny?" Abby asked, sitting at Ricky's side.

"Oh, nothing," I hedged.

Patrice was no help as she goaded, "No, come one, something made you laugh."

I tried giving her a knowing look but she didn't catch it. Others were asking now and I was starting to get embarrassed.

"Tim's blushing," one of the other girls said. "It must be something really good."

At that, I really blushed, to the amusement of everyone else. Knowing I had no escape, I realized I had to come clean.

"I was just thinking," I said, taking a sip of beer for courage, "about what happened the last time we sat around drinking late at night."

"When was that?' someone asked, innocently. He hadn't been there that night.

I looked to Abby and she got a panicked look. I knew she realized what I was referring to. Patrice saw where my gaze was directed and looked at Abby. Then she caught on. Slowly, all those who had gone skinny-dipping that night got quiet. The ones who hadn't been there kept asking. Finally, one of them figured it out.

"Okay, what did you silent people do that we missed out on?"

We, the guilty ones, looked around at each other. Red faces were evident all around in the light of the fire. Finally, one of us spoke up.

"Well, we snuck into the pool late at night and..."

It was funny to watch. The ones not in the know were actually leaning forward, so eager to hear the rest.

"And...?" one of them asked.

"We went skinny-dipping," someone else blurted out.

Half of the group were laughing, the other half (my half) were blushing.

Anxious to save the moment, or maybe just to redirect the scrutiny from most of us, another person said, "But you shoulda heard the story Abby told."

The alcohol was loosening tongues now. Still, I felt for Abby who was now the center of attention. Her face was red enough to illuminate the darkening night without the glow from the fire.

"I think that story was meant for just the people who were there," I tried, hoping to save her.

Abby looked to me. Instead of seeing gratitude in her face, I saw something else. A resolve, a decision. She spoke up.

"I told them how I wasn't as pure and innocent as everybody thinks I am."

There were cheers as well as gasps all around.

"Well, you guys think I'm so naïve. I can have fun, too," she said, almost desperately.

"Yeah, right, Abby. And I'm a virgin," someone said from across the campfire, to peals of laughter from all around.

Abby was just about to respond to that comment when the clouds finally burst. It wasn't a drizzle, but a downpour. Screams and squeals erupted as we all scrambled for our tents. I hurriedly unzipped ours, letting Patrice crawl through the opening before me. I turned around after zipping the door closed to find Patrice had turned on a flashlight. She was stripping off her wet clothes and looking for a towel. With the weather the way it was, her idea sounded like as good as any other.

We were soon both naked and dry. I pulled her body to mine and kissed her as she moaned in pleasure. She pulled her mouth from mine to whisper one question.

"You did pack condoms, didn't you?"

I thought about teasing her but decided it wasn't worth the risk. This felt too nice.

"Of course, love. I brought the whole box," I told her.

I was rewarded with her hand on my hard cock. She stroked me vigorously, though it wasn't really necessary. I was completely erect. I did my part and inserted my middle finger into her wet opening, confirming that she was as ready as I was. While I fished the box of condoms from my bag, she completely unzipped one of the sleeping bags and laid it out to make a bed. She lay there in anticipation and watched me roll the condom onto my hard-on. When I was finished, she turned off the light. In the darkness, I heard her sweet voice.

"Bring that thing over here."

"Still with the thing?" I said as I complied with her request. "You can call it what it is, you know."

She giggled in my arms. "I know that. I just don't want anyone to overhear us. These walls are thin."

I didn't argue; I just moved on top of her. Her hand groped around in the dark until it found my thing and lined it up with her thing. As I lowered myself onto her, I started to penetrate. It took four strokes until I was fully seated, but they were very pleasurable strokes. Lying there in the dark tent on top of (and inside) her, with the sound of the downpour beating on the tent, I savored her warm and tight wetness. We made little sounds that were easily covered by the sounds of the rainstorm.

Patrice was just getting comfortable with the level of the background noise to start moaning out loud when words became recognizable over the patter and thunder. They weren't angry words, but insistent.

"No, I don't think I can do this... No, Ricky, I'm sorry but no."

A clap of thunder obscured what came next. Then "I can't. Not yet. It's too soon. I think you should sleep somewhere else."

"Somewhere else? Where? We're on a camping trip. This is the only tent for both of us—and it's pouring out there."

"Ricky, please."

"Abs, be reasonable."

"Don't ever call me that!"

It sounded like the sound of soft cursing was followed by a zipper. I was trying to ignore what was going on and concentrate on what I was doing with Patrice, but there was no mistaking the sound of Abby's voice. We were both thrusting but our conscious attention was on the conversation in the next tent.

Feet splashed through the puddles that must have formed outside. Patrice jumped when there was a tap on our tent.

"Tim? You awake?" It was Ricky's voice.

I thought of not answering, but I was afraid he'd try unzipping the tent.

"Yes," I said noncommittally.

"Man, can I sleep in your tent?"

"No."

"Come on. Abby threw me out and it's raining."

"Ricky, now is not a good time. Trust me," I said, sounding as stern as I could while my dick was still buried in Patrice's pussy. We had stopped thrusting, but we were still naked.

"I won't be a bother. I'll go right to sleep."

"I'm in here," Patrice said, hoping he'd figure out the problem.

"Oh yeah. Well, I'll sleep on the other side of Tim. You won't know I'm there. How about it? I'm getting all wet out here."

"Ricky, go somewhere else," I told him.

"There is nowhere else. I can't go back to my tent. Abby is all freaking out. Every other tent has two people in it."

"No shit. So does this one. Sorry."

"Damn, man. You're heartless," Ricky told me.

I never considered Ricky a friend, and I wasn't about to sacrifice a night with Patrice to help him. He could go somewhere else and, eventually, he did.

Forgetting him, Patrice and I got back to what we had been doing. The rain covered the sounds of our lovemaking. After we finished, we slept nude on top of the open sleeping bag. It wasn't cool enough to need to cover with the other one. Patrice had thought to bring a sheet and we covered with that. I slept with my hand over her pussy, with my index finger nestled between the outer lips.

Apparently we weren't the only ones who found something to keep us busy during the rainstorm. People were slow getting up the next morning. It didn't matter. We had plenty of time and not too far to go. We had made much better time the first day than we did when we had the kids along.

We couldn't wait for the tents to dry because we still had to be back before the next batch of campers arrived so we packed the tents wet, intending to lay them out to dry in the sun back at the camp. Abby didn't want to talk about what had happened with Ricky, at least not with the others around. She told Patrice they'd talk later. Ricky had finally found a dry place to sleep, but had to share a canoe with Abby. Their day was forced at best.

We made it back in time to lay out the tents, shower and eat before it was time to greet the new batch of campers. I hoped Patrice would get a chance to talk to Abby.

The rest of our summer rushed by. Then it was time to close up the camp. Normally, I was glad because the job was over. I was heading home before starting school again. Normally. This year, the end of the summer meant Patrice was going home, and then even further away to school.

The kids left on Friday, as usual. We spent the rest of the day sending laundry to be washed, packing up equipment for the off season, and cleaning the bunkhouses. As was the usual procedure, the kids had cleaned up before they left, but we went through and did a more thorough job before closing up the camp for the year. It was hard and hot work, but we knew it was the last of the hard and hot work. The summer was over.

The summer was over. Everybody else seemed to be looking forward to Sunday and heading home. Not me. And not Patrice.

There was a big meeting in the dining hall on Saturday night. Bill handed out our last paychecks, thanked us, and reminded us that we'd be welcome back the next summer. There were a few gasps when he said he wouldn't be back. This was his last summer but I knew it already. He was graduating in the Spring and going off to a real job.

When it was over, I felt Patrice's sweaty hand in mine, gripping me tightly. Abby was sitting on the bench next to her. The people who lived really close by were heading home that night but the rest of us were going to leave in the morning.

Abby and I stood up slowly. As I stepped over the bench, I felt the pull on my hand and saw that Patrice hadn't moved. I bent over her.

"Are you alright, honey?" I asked.

Silence, then a sniffle and a weak, "No."

I looked to Abby and she gave me a pained expression. I sat back down and put my arm around Patrice. I could feel her shaking with the sobs.

I opened my mouth to say something, but I never got to speak. Patrice suddenly turned to me and threw her arms around my neck. She held on tight as if she was trying to stop someone from prying her away. Her face was a tear stained wreck of agony.

She kissed me. It was salty, slippery and sweaty—and I savored it. When we came up for air, we hugged and I could see Abby standing patiently behind Patrice's back. She smiled at me, that kind of happy yet not happy smile people exchange at funerals. I nodded at her. Patrice spoke, sounding like a girl instead of the woman she had become.

"I know we have to leave in the morning. I don't want to let go of you until then. I want to be able to remember how it feels to be in your arms."

What could I say to that? I stood, allowing her to maintain her hold on me. Abby collected our checks from the table and walked along with us. I carried Patrice as much as walked next to her. She was serious about not wanting to let go. As we passed Bill, he wished us the best. I could see in his expression that he understood the way Patrice felt. It was no secret around camp how close we had become over the summer.

The three of us walked to the girls' bunkhouse. When we got to their bedroom, Abby began gathering up some of her things.

"I'm going to go sleep in your bedroom, Tim. You two can have this one. It's my gift to you."

Jim had already taken off for home.

"Thank you," I said. Then, remembering her plans for Sunday, "I spoke to the kitchen staff and explained about your twelve hour drive. They're going to pack up a breakfast for you to take on the road. It should be ready by four o'clock."

"Thanks. I'm going to have a long day tomorrow."

Patrice finally turned to face Abby, but still keeping hold on my neck.

"So I won't get to see you again?" she tearfully asked.

Abby offered, "If you want, when I come to get my bags, I can peek in and tell you goodbye."

"I kind of want to be with both of you tonight," Patrice said, almost laughing.

"Then stay for awhile, Abby. Let's talk," I suggested.

Abby nodded and sat on her bed. Patrice pulled me down to sit next to her. We talked for two hours, one last time.

Abby told us about heading back home and starting school. She worried what it would be like living with Kendall (who was dating Paul, Trip's best friend) while she and Trip were no longer together. She was really close to Kendall, as close as Paul was to Trip.

Patrice talked about her school. Unfortunately, it was far from my studies at NSU in Natchitoches. All three of us knew how hard it would be to keep a long distance relationship alive.

When Patrice stifled a yawn, Abby said that she needed to get to sleep so she could drive the next day. She gave each of us a kiss on the cheek and left, discreetly closing the door so quietly that it made not a sound. Then, we were all alone.

Patrice waited about two minutes, until Abby was out of earshot, before starting to cry again. I just held her and let her cry. I savored the softness of her polo shirt, warmed by her body, as I held onto her. I wanted to memorize each little detail of being with her so I could relive it in the months to come in my dreams and fantasies.




Secrets Revealed Pt. I Ch. 04



After she got the bulk of the crying out of her system, Patrice looked up at me and said, "I must look like a mess."

"Yes," I agreed with a chuckle. "But you're my mess."

She gave me a light chuckle at that.

"How about a shower before bed?" she suggested.

I nodded and we headed off across the bunkhouse, arm in arm.

We shed our clothes, watching each other. My erection awoke at the sight of her nude body. I didn't want to look like I was just anxious to fuck her, but I couldn't help it. My hormones did not know social graces. My mind, my heart, wanted to love her. My body wanted to make love to her. She looked down at my growing erection and smirked.

"I'm the same way inside," she said. "I want to hold you, but parts of me are just dying to feel you in me."

I felt better after she said that. I wanted her, but it was love and not lust that was fueling my interest. I turned on the water and adjusted the temperature with the wall mounted knobs. Then we put our arms around each other and shuffled under the warm water. With the water cascading over us, we stood there kissing for a long time.

It was a soothing feeling, the water flowing over us as our naked bodies touched. Her lips were like a salve for my heart, her breasts pressing softly into my chest. My dick had ended up between our stomachs but she reached between us and pushed it down. Being erect, it popped back up, this time pressing against her pussy lips. She moaned as I felt the scratchiness of her curly hair against my shaft.

I don't know how long we kissed before we got around to actually taking a shower. There was no danger of running out of hot water as we were the only ones in there. Eventually, though, we washed each other. We didn't use washcloths. It was a lot more sensual using our soapy hands instead. When my hands moved down over her slick stomach, she reminded me, "Go between the lips but not in the hole," and I complied. It was tempting to penetrate her but I didn't want the soap to hurt her delicate membranes.

She made sure my dick was extra clean, even bending down and taking a taste test to be sure all the soap had been rinsed off. I've had many blowjobs since, but that was the most tender.

When we were done and ready to move to her bed, I turned off the water as she reached for the towels. She dried me off, taking extra care with the good parts before it was my turn to do the same. I took extra time gently drying the hair between her legs, ending the task with a delicate kiss. We wrapped ourselves in the towels and she led me across the deserted building to her bedroom.

She asked me to leave the light on. The windows were high so there was no danger of putting on a show for someone happening to pass by. I realized what she had in mind. This would most likely be our last time for a very long time. She wanted to see everything, memorize how it looked as well as how it felt. I nodded and smiled, joining her on her bed as the springs squeaked softly.

She had tanned nicely over the summer and the color contrast between her body and the white sheets was delightful. I drew in a deep breath as I looked at her.

"You are so beautiful," I told her, meaning every word from the depths of my heart.

"You probably tell that to all the female counselors," she said with a playful yet skeptical tone in her voice.

"Only the ones who let me take their virginity," I said, remembering how we had done that earlier in the summer. It seemed like years ago.

She looked into my eyes, thinking about that, before asking, "Have you done that often? Here, I mean, with virgins?"

"You have the honor of being the first virgin I deflowered at Camp Kisatchie," I told her truthfully. When she cocked her head to the side, I continued. "I've slept with a few other girls, but you were the first here to choose me to be your first. I'll treasure that honor for the rest of my life."

"I don't regret it, either. Not for an instant. It was like I was waiting all this time for you to show up."

She leaned forward, aiming for a kiss on my forehead; I reached for her chin and redirected her lips to mine. As our tongues met, I rolled us over until she was on her back and I was on top of her. The kiss ended gently as I pulled my lips away and kissed my way down to one nipple. Capturing it in my lips, I pulled until it popped free. I repeated the treatment on the other side.

"That feels nice," she said in a distant dreamy voice.

Smiling, I kissed lower. As I approached the juncture of her legs, she lifted her upper body on her elbows to watch what I was doing. When the tip of my tongue pressed between her hairy lips, she closed her eyes and fell back to the pillow. It was on my tongue's second trip through her slit that I felt her hands on the back of my head and her legs sliding over my shoulders.

"You can do that to me any time," she moaned as I explored her. I grinned and added two penetrating fingers to the act. I looked up to see she was still on her forearms, but her head was now facing the ceiling.

She was very wet for me inside and my fingers entered her easily. Her legs shifted as I rotated the fingers, pressing the pads upward as I dragged them across her G spot. She crossed her legs behind my head, holding me in position.

My fingers rubbed the inside of her pussy while my tongue alternated between licking her lips and rubbing across her clit. When I pressed my lips to her clit and sucked, I heard her cum. She was enjoying what I was doing to her so much that I think Abby heard her. Fortunately, there weren't many people left in camp.

She caught her breath and opened her eyes. Studying me, she finally spoke.

"I'm glad I wasn't your first," she announced.

I looked at her questioningly. She smiled as she finished her statement.

"I'm getting the benefit of your experience with all those other girls."

I rolled my tongue into a tube and pushed it as far as I could into her as reward. She groaned in pleasure.

"What a benefit," she moaned.

She put her hands on each side of my face and pulled me up to her. She kissed me on the lips before proceeding to lick her juices from my face. I was surprised that she did that, but I enjoyed it. When I was clean of her juices, she ordered me to change places with her.

Between my legs, she spent a lot of time with my dick. She started by lightly licking it, as if appraising an ice cream cone. She held it in one hand and examined it after each lick, plainly enjoying herself. The pleasure I was feeling was so intense that it was hard to keep my eyes open to watch her. She, for her part, kept looking at me. When she finally opened her mouth wide and lowered it over my shaft, I could tell she was smiling with her eyes. Her mouth was too full to see the smile on her lips, but I could see it in her eyes.

She never broke eye contact as she sucked me, as if she was checking that she was doing it right. Silly girl. Can a girl give a blowjob badly? I thought.

I tensed up and filled her mouth with my cum before long, hearing her moan and swallow as I did so. She had me feeling like a limp piece of spaghetti, like my dick.

"I'm glad I finally learned to swallow. I like to do that, and you sure seem to enjoy it more." I smiled in agreement. Then, she held my now soft dick in her delicate hand. "Hey, get this thing working again. You're not done yet," she urged, trying to sound peeved as she unsuccessfully concealed a chuckle.

"There you go with the thing again. Can't you call it by its name?" I taunted.

"Oh, so he has a name?" she teased. "What is his name?"

I looked up and thought for a moment, then looked back at her as I said, "Big Boy."

We both laughed at that. She crawled up on top of me and we kissed until Big Boy was ready to play again. She didn't laugh once he was inside of her, though.

We made love two times that night before falling asleep. In the silence before sleep overtook me, I felt her sob. I even felt a few tears fall onto my chest. I put my arm around her and held her tighter. I knew nothing I could say would change what the morning would bring.

I opened my eyes but it was still dark. I wondered what had woken me until I heard it again. A rustling sound. Patrice was lying partly over me so I had to strain to look over her to see without waking her.

"I'm on my way out," came a whisper in the darkness.

"Okay, Abby. We'll walk out with you."

"Better put some clothes on first," she said, her smirking tone apparent.

"It's dark. No one will see us. We can pretend we're at a nudist camp."

Patrice stirred.

"It's time for me to go," Abby told her.

Patrice got up and rummaged around for her clothes. Mine were still in the shower room. Apologizing to Abby, I wrapped one of the damp towels around my midsection and shuffled off to get dressed. When I returned, the three of us walked out to the parking lot. Abby had already picked up her breakfast.

"Are you going to be alright? It's a long drive," I told her.

"I made it here okay. I'll stop a few times and still be home in time for dinner," she assured us.

Patrice and Abby hugged and said their tearful goodbyes. They had become so close over the summer, all three of us had. When it was my turn, Abby held me tight.

"You be good to Patrice," she warned.

"I will," I assured her. "She deserves no less."

She gave me a kiss on the cheek and got into her car. The sound of the engine pierced the predawn darkness like a knife. We waved and watched her drive off. As her tail lights disappeared, I was thinking of how she arrived here as Trip's girlfriend and how her life had changed. She had become very close to Patrice. To my surprise, she had finally become close to me, too. She was no longer the shy, quiet girl she had been around me at the beginning of the summer. We had all changed. Hand in hand, Patrice and I headed back to bed. We made love one more time before going back to sleep.

In the morning, we held each other and made love again, knowing it would probably be the last time for a long time. After, we showered and dressed together before heading out to breakfast. We spent time walking around the camp, talking about the summer that had come to an end. We exchanged phone numbers and addresses so we could stay in touch and try to visit during the year. We both knew the realities of school would keep us apart and that long distance relationships were almost impossible. We both knew those things but we were determined to beat the odds. By midmorning, we loaded our cars. It was time to say goodbye.

* * * * *

"It's time to go," I said out loud, unintentionally, mimicking what I had said in that very spot so many years before.

"Yes, it is," my wife said.

The sound of her voice touched my heart. I had been remembering Patrice. I had loved her back then. After Patrice, I met Fran. Patrice was a memory from a special time in my life, but Fran was... my life. A wonderful life. It wasn't that I regretted losing Patrice. I was grateful that things didn't work out with Patrice or I would never have met Fran. Still, those memories ...

She got Laura's attention and we headed back to the parking lot. As we walked, it took great effort to keep my wife from seeing me crying. I was walking with her but my thoughts were with Patrice, in that other place... in that other time.

If Fran noticed my tears, she didn't say anything. I walked back to the van on autopilot, blinded by the tears I was fighting to suppress. I remembered that last hug, that last kiss. I remembered following her car to Natchitoches. I gave Patrice a tearful wave as I turned off the Interstate and she continued on to the north. I didn't know it at the time, but that was the last glimpse I ever had of her.

The rest of the drive I was silent, lost in memories of that long ago summer, of Patrice. I felt guilty of my thoughts. I loved my wife so completely, but that summer with Patrice had been such an important part of my life.