By Strickland83
Chapter 4
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.
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 na�ve. 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.
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.
To be continued in Part II - Her Story
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