ASL2: Chapter 81 "Morris Camp"

-- CHAPTER 81: Morris Camp --

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-- MONDAY, JUNE 30, 2009 --

I thrust forward a final time, grunting my orgasm into my girlfriend’s ear as a quart of spunk flowed out of me and into her sucking pussy. Summer clamped down with both legs to tug my pelvis tighter against hers while closing her eyes and letting her head fall back, perhaps visualizing the way my liquid love flowed deep within her loins. Our two bodies slowly chugged to a halt, and with a final groan I dropped my forehead onto the pillow beside her head while she pecked my cheek and murmured, “Mmm, thank you.”

“Nngghhhh…” I groaned, wiped out for the moment. But after catching my breath, I turned my face to Summer’s and gave my girlfriend a radiantly warm kiss. “Thank you, Sunshine.”

Summer grinned. “I think we need to agree on a cute nickname for you. I love calling you ‘Great Love of My Life’, but that’s a long mouthful.”

“Mmm, I’ve got a long mouthful for you if you really want.”

She giggled cutely. “I could just stick with ‘Master’.”

I groaned and shook my head. “That’s fine in the bedroom, but I’m serious about not wanting you to call me that elsewhere. I want you to actively think of yourself as a partner in my life, not my submissive.”

Summer took a deep breath and sighed. “I know. I’m trying.”

“I know you are.” I pecked her lips again. “Your mom would be so proud of the woman you’re becoming.”

Her eyes flickered, as they always did when I mentioned her mom. But Summer smiled and nodded, appreciating the compliment for what it was. “Thank you, dear.”

I blinked and rolled over onto my side. “‘Dear’?”

Summer winced. “You don’t like it.”

“It’s not… bad. Well, for some reason, my first thought was Bambi when you said it. As in ‘deer’.” I held up both hands to the sides of my head with thumbs and two fingers each extended like antlers.

Summer winced again. “You mean the movie where the baby deer’s mother gets shot and killed?”

YIKES.

“I… uhhh…” I fumbled.

“It’s alright. I do remember liking Thumper in that movie.” Summer gave me a little smile. “Actually, you’re kind of a ‘thumper’. You were certainly doing a lot of ‘thumping’ just now.”

I snorted. “I’m not sure I want you thinking of me as a little rabbit.”

“You do a lot of ‘rabbit-humping’ too.” She giggled.

I blinked. “Are you seriously gonna start calling me ‘Thumper’? Even though the name comes from a movie about a kid’s mom being shot and killed?”

Summer took a deep breath and nodded slowly. “Iris talks about reclaiming ownership over the small things in our lives. Taking memories that would ordinarily trigger us into painful memories and reshaping them into something positive. If you’re my Thumper, for example, I can see myself watching Bambi with you and not being triggered by the thought of Bambi’s mother being shot. Even thinking about it right now… I’m okay.”

Summer had a remarkably serene look on her face. I reached up to caress her cheek and gave her a warm smile. “‘Thumper’ it is then.”

She smiled. “We’ll try it out. See how it fits. I reserve the right to pick something else.”

I grinned. “See? I literally just said, ‘Thumper it is.’ And rather than blindly accept my decision, you said we’ll see how it fits. I mean it: your mom would be proud of you.”

“Proud of me because of you. It’s only because you’ve given me such a sense of peace and security in our relationship that I don’t fear upsetting you over minor things, that I feel free enough voice my own opinions. I love you, Thumper, and…” Summer paused and looked thoughtful. “Okay you know what? I don’t think that’s really working.”

I chuckled and shrugged. “That’s alright too.”

“I love you, my Big-Dicked Boyfriend. How ‘bout that?”

I laughed. “Sure. I can work with that too.”

“My B.D.B.” Summer giggled. “Maybe just B.D. for Big Dick? Ooh, hey, you and Adrienne can be A.D. and B.D.”

I laughed. “Whatever makes you happy.”

“YOU make me happy, B.D.” Summer smiled and sighed contentedly. She glanced over at the clock and murmured. “Time to get up. Let’s get you ready for work.”

****

“Good morning, Penny,” I greeted as I sauntered into the kitchen, dressed for the office.

The redhead by the coffee maker, on the other hand, wore the same clothes she’d worn last night. Her face was scrubbed clean of makeup, her copper red hair was pulled back into a simple ponytail, and while she was still quite pretty, her overall appearance was softer. She looked less like a cosmopolitan woman from the city and more like a stereotypical Midwestern… girl… just barely out of college.

The rather nervously shy smile she gave me over a mug of coffee probably contributed to that assessment. This was the second time I had seen her this way since Saturday morning when she’d likewise unexpectedly ended up spending the night with us. And apparently she was thinking the same thing as she replied, “Good morning, Ben. You’d think I would’ve learned from last time and packed a suitcase or something.” She then picked at her clothes from yesterday for emphasis.

“Perhaps you didn’t want to appear presumptuous,” I reasoned.

Penny shrugged. “I could’ve left the suitcase in my trunk last night.”

There’s something else you left in her trunk last night.

Dude, really?

Pushing aside the voice’s uncouth remark, I drew Penny into my arms and leaned over for a sweet kiss. Her blue eyes sparkled at me as I bent my lips to hers, and she let out a little sigh of happiness just before our mouths met. But I didn’t linger long, and when I straightened up, I raised both eyebrows and asked gently, “How are you feeling? Are you sore?”

Penny winced but then smiled. “A little bit. Obviously not used to being stretched like that back there. But I’ve no regrets, if that’s your question. Last night was amazing. I knew you could make it good for me. Uh… was it good for you?” she added nervously.

“Yes, absolutely,” I reassured her. “You were great, especially for your first time. I’m glad you seemed to have enjoyed yourself.”

“Oh I definitely did. So many fantasies coming true. I still can’t believe Adrienne-fucking-Dennis snowballed my creampie back to me. Again.”

I chuckled. “Becoming quite fond of Adrienne now, are we?”

Penny blushed bright pink, which looked all the more adorable on her makeup-free face. “I don’t know about ‘fond’. More like… ‘intimidated’. ‘Overwhelmed’. Adrienne’s… she’s pretty incredible.”

“You’ll get no argument from me.”

Penny deflated just a bit. “There’s no way I can compete with that.”

I furrowed my eyebrows and frowned. “It’s not a competition.”

“Everything’s a competition.” She held up a hand to forestall my argument, set her coffee mug down, and shook her head. “But like I said: I can’t compete with her. She’s a world-famous celebrity and… I mean… I’ve admired her for a long time. The way she carries herself. Confidence just oozes out of her pores. She’s so vibrant and sensual and that body is just… out of this world and… and the idea that she’s going down on me and even sharing me with Sasha. To fall asleep between the two of them last night… it made me feel like I was the center of the universe.”

“I know exactly what you mean.” I chuckled. “And I’m glad you didn’t mind sleeping with them last night instead of with me and Summer.”

“Oh, no, I get it. Summer’s mom just died and I never expected to have one night with you in the first place. She’s your girlfriend. I’m not. I’m just… I’m your…”

“You’re my lover,” I finished for her, rubbing the sides of her arms. “What you and I share is sex, and friendship, and a working relationship. I’m not your boyfriend, I don’t ask you to be faithful to me, and if there ever comes a time when you want to just stop, we’ll stop. But until then, there will be other times for us to spend the night together, if that’s what you want. I promise.”

Penny looked up at me with that expression of unmistakable infatuation again. “Thank you.”

“And hey, the nice thing about The Harem is that even if I’m occupied, there are girls like Adrienne and Sasha and Dawn you can snuggle up with. So yes, pack a suitcase next time, hmm? They welcomed you into their sisterhood, didn’t they?”

“I still can’t believe it.”

“Why not?”

“They don’t even know me and yet they’re so accepting of me.”

“They’re an accepting bunch. They know you and I have a close working relationship, plus now a physically intimate relationship, and they’re willing to share without jealousy so long as you’re willing to share without jealousy as well.”

“Takes some getting used to.” Penny’s eyebrows went up. “I’ve never been part of a… harem… before.”

I narrowed my eyes at the way she’d paused before using the h-word. “If it’s not something you’re comfortable with…”

“Oh, no, no. It’s not that. I’m happy. Really, I’m happy. I told you that night I kinda just showed up at the house that I wanted to feel included, to feel like you weren’t ashamed of me or hiding me away. You’ve done that, and thank you. I told you before that the opportunity to make friends actually matters more to me than having sex. Although believe me, having sex with you and the girls has been… just… wow…” She raised one hand and mimed her mind being blown. “That thing Adrienne said about having Dawn beneath me in a sixty-nine while you’re fucking my ass? We are soooo doing that next.”

I chuckled and wrapped my arms around her in a warm hug. “Sure. Sounds great.”

“Mmm…” Penny closed her eyes, lay her head against my chest, and sighed dreamily. “Thank you, Ben. Thank you for this weekend. Actually, thank you for the entire week. At a time I know you’ve been really stressed out with everything going on, you made time for me. You invited me into your life, brought me to your house to hang out and share a meal, introduced me to your friends, brought me out to a nightclub…”

“And had my girls help me fuck your brains out six ways from Sunday?”

Penny blushed. “Yes, that too.”

“Including one world-famous wicked hot supermodel?”

Penny’s blush got even brighter. “Yes, that too.”

I chuckled warmly and rubbed her shoulders and back.

“I mean it: thank you,” she said sincerely. “Thank you for everything.”

“You’re welcome,” I told her sincerely. Sliding my hands up to her cheeks, I cupped them and tilted her head towards mine. She smiled primly, eyes shining. And then she cooed quite happily as I bent to kiss her.

For a little while, all was silent around us as I gently massaged Penny’s lips with my own. But then the sound of a key sliding into a lock startled both of us. A moment later, June walked in at her usual time, dressed for work and ready to start the day.

Penny abruptly stood and instinctively pulled back, but I held her in my grip and didn’t let her escape. June then poked her head into the kitchen and sighed. “Am I interrupting something again?”

I chuckled and shook my head while Penny blushed and buried her face into my chest. A moment later though, Penny pushed me backwards and looked up at me. “Actually, I should get going. Need to get home, change my clothes, and put my face on. Should I email my manager to tell him I’ll probably be half an hour late?”

“Nah, you’re good. I have a feeling he’ll let this one slide.”

Penny grinned, flowed back into my arms, and gave me a soft kiss. “See you later… Bosss…”

****

At our usual time, June and I walked out of The Nest and hit the sidewalk heading for the BART station. Unusually, June reached out and slid her hand into mine.

I smiled and briefly glanced down at our interlaced fingers but said nothing, merely continuing on our way.

“So how’d it go last night?” she asked with a bit of a knowing smirk.

I arched an eyebrow. “How’d what go?”

“Penny’s first anal,” she said matter-of-factly.

I blinked. “How’d you know about that?”

“Please…”

“No, seriously. You just got here and nobody else was awake to tell you this morning.”

June shrugged like it was no big deal. “Penny told Sasha Saturday morning that she wanted you to have her anal virginity and Sasha gave her a butt plug. Sasha told Adrienne, who told Kim, who told me, so I knew it was coming eventually. Then, I paid attention to the uncomfortable way Kim walked first after that time she insisted you buttfuck her no matter how much it hurt and you quit almost immediately after getting started, then the uncomfortable way Kim walked after she first let Bert do it to her, and then the uncomfortable way Eve walked after she first let you do it to her.”

“And Penny had that uncomfortable walk this morning?”

June nodded.

I grimaced, feeling bad.

“Don’t feel bad,” June told me. “She’s still glowingly in love with you. Obviously, like Eve and myself and most every other girl in your life, Penny turned out to be a bisexual cumslut with a thing for snowballing creampies and taking your dick up her ass. What are the odds?”

“For someone who claimed to have difficulty understanding sarcasm, you’ve clearly mastered it now. Unless you’re trying to start a new discussion about Higher Powers manipulating my life again.”

June shrugged and gave me a look that silently deadpanned, ‘Do you WANT to get in that kind of discussion right now?’

I rolled my eyes and kept walking.

“Seriously, though,” June continued. “Are you sure you’re ready to bring someone like Penny so deep into your intimate life?”

“‘Someone like Penny’? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You know her personality. I’m sure she’s been on her best behavior lately, but she’s abrasive and rude.”

“Pot, meet Kettle.”

“I’ve been loyal to you from the very beginning. You knew you could trust me and then invited me into your home,” June insisted. “Penny invited herself over here first. And do you really feel like you can trust her?”

“What, exactly, has she done to earn my distrust?”

“That’s not how this works. Trust is earned, and until that time, distrust is assumed.”

“That’s a bleak way of looking at the world.”

“Never claimed it wasn’t.”

I took a deep breath and exhaled. “Clearly, you don’t trust Penny. Why is that?”

June snorted. “Well for one thing, since the day she showed up at JKE, she’s clearly only been interested in looking out for herself, which is why her project partners kept quitting or transferring away from her. Despite Miss Visser’s play on the phrase, Penny’s never been ‘a team player’.”

I frowned. “I distinctly recall you actively suggesting Penny and I start banging almost immediately after 4D wrapped up and I got promoted to be Penny’s boss. And now you’re saying that was a bad idea?”

June shook her head. “If you were just occasionally banging her like Miss Visser that would be fine, but we’ve moved beyond banging. You’ve brought her into your home during family time. Penny spending the night meant Eden stayed at The Aerie last night with me and Kim.”

I arched an eyebrow. “Don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy yourself last night.”

June blushed. “Your baby sister is wicked with a strap-on. But that’s beside the point. Lynne invited her into the sisterhood. You said Sasha welcomed her to the harem. Penny’s being brought into a position where she’s going to learn things about your life and we don’t know enough about her to know how she’ll react, and I’m not just talking about Eden.”

I frowned. “Then what ARE you talking about?”

“Penny’s still in love with you.” June smirked at me. “Visual attention-duration is not itself a definitive gauge of a person’s interest but it’s certainly indicative.”

I chuckled. “If you’re talking visual attention-duration, I think Penny might be falling in love with Adrienne.”

“And that opens up THAT whole can of worms. What if your girl-romantic Tigress decides to explore that potential relationship?”

I shrugged. “If that would make Adrienne happy, then sure.”

June stopped walking, pulled her hand away from mine, and folded her arms across her chest. “I’m serious, Ben.”

I stopped walking as well, sighed, and spread my hands out. “I’m serious too.”

“Are you really ready to risk losing Adrienne all over again?”

I shook my head slowly. “If Adrienne wants to fall in love with another girl, it’ll just cement in my mind that loving another woman is who she really is and who she really needs to be.”

June shook her head firmly. “Penny isn’t a good fit for Adrienne. Penny isn’t a good fit for you. Bend her over the conference table and have your way with her. Get your rocks off for nooners at her apartment, or even bring her over to The Love Nest as a toy for Adrienne and Sasha to play with a few times a week. But bringing her more intimately into your life has disaster written all over it.”

“I couldn’t keep her on the outside looking in. I couldn’t treat her like a piece of meat.”

“The deal was: she had to prove she could control her emotions or you’d cut her off, correct?”

“Correct.”

“Then cut her off,” June ordered. “She’s in love with you.”

I narrowed my eyes. “Just like I should’ve cut you off when you fell in love with me?”

June pursed her lips, turned away, and started walking again while shaking her head.

I moved to catch up to her. “The two of you are alike in a lot of ways.”

“Do NOT tell me I’m anything like Penny.”

“Abrasive, intelligent know-it-alls who think they’ve got it all figured out?”

“Numbers, math, probability: yes. But I know full well I haven’t gotten the social/relationship stuff figured out.”

“Then is it possibly you haven’t got this social/relationship stuff figured out?”

“I’m just trying to protect you, Ben. I have some experience with predatory people trying to worm their way into my life, remember. Little more than a month ago you told me she reminded you of Isla Fisher’s character from The Wedding Crashers. I’ve seen the scary look in her eyes when she’s clearly wearing a fake smile and growls at me to leave the room so she can talk to you. Everything’s going great now, and she seems perfectly content and willing to go with the flow rather than disrupt your relationships with the others. But my job is risk analysis and my logical brain is SCREAMING at me that we have NO idea how she’ll react if and when things aren’t going so well.”

“And what is Kim’s logical brain screaming? This would normally be the point where she comes to subtly course-correct me, unless you’re saying she sent you to come try in her stead.”

June shook her head. “I think Kim’s got other stuff on her plate with her internship, her son, shuttling back and forth between here, your Mom’s house for babysitting, and her dad’s house. She’s living with her dad again and feeling hemmed in by his overbearing personality now that she’s no longer such a submissive, and not everything is about you.”

“Fine, fine. Fair enough.” I shook my head. “But Penny’s not a monster. She’s just a girl who’s in love with a guy who already has other girlfriends and still struggling with how to handle that. In a way, she’s not so different from Summer, actually. Besides the red hair, they’re both lonely souls without close friends or family for support finding comfort in the group. Penny even said the opportunity to make friends matters more to her right now than having sex. I could cut her off if it was just a question about her romantic feelings towards me, but I can’t take her away from the other girls right now. For one thing, we already agreed to meet them at Café Soleil today for lunch.”

June narrowed her eyes. “You didn’t invite me to come to lunch.”

I blinked. “Is THAT it? You’re jealous? You used to be my one and only brainstorming partner at work, and now that I’m banging Penny too, you’re feeling left out or… or replaced?”

June waved me off dismissively. “No, of course not. I’m fine.”

My eyes narrowed. “Well now I’m more convinced that you’re jealous.”

“I don’t get jealous. I’m practical. I’ve never been shy about telling you plainly what I want or how I feel on a subject, which is why I’m plainly telling you how I feel about this subject.” June shook her head. “I wanted to feel included in your list of Special Ones, yes. But I never felt the need to be unique.”

“Penny hasn’t asked to be unique either, just included with the others. She wants friends. Quite frankly, I wish you could learn to be friends with her.”

June’s eyes narrowed. “You upset I haven’t given you a threesome with her yet?”

I shook my head. “Not at all. You two haven’t shown any sexual attraction toward each other, and I never said you had to. Some people just don’t click that way.”

“She and I work together.”

I chuckled and wordlessly gestured back and forth between us.

“That’s different,” June insisted. “You and I go together like Yin and Yang. Penny and I are Yang and Yang. Always butting heads. Always fighting. You’re right: we’re too alike. I’d start going down on her and she’d scold me for doing it wrong and we’d end up having a catfight.”

I smirked. “Would be fun to watch.”

June rolled her eyes and then sighed. “I can’t talk you into ending things with her, can I?”

“Did you expect you would?”

“No, not really. Open your eyes to the fact that you shouldn’t fully trust her yet? Sure. Convince you to keep your relationship strictly physical and confined to weekday nooners instead of bringing her home on weekends or dinnertime? Yes, I still think that’s the smarter plan for now.”

“Well for now it’s going to be a moot point. We only have two days of work left before the Morris Camp trip and Penny’s not coming.”

“At least there’s that.” June shrugged. “I half-expected you to invite her along.”

I shook my head. “She’s flying back to Indiana to visit her family. She said her dad always throws a big Fourth of July barbecue with the neighbors. Bottom line: you don’t need to worry about Penny getting overly integrated into my personal life for another week at least.”

June popped her eyebrows. “And who knows how much your life can change in another week. Didn’t you and Adrienne end up engaged the last time you went up to that camp?”

I snorted and nodded. “Feels like a lifetime ago. But yes, things definitely seem to happen up there every time I visit. It’s a special, special place.”

“So everybody keeps telling me. I look forward to seeing it for the first time myself.”

I smirked and let my eyes rove up and down June’s body quite wolfishly.

She frowned, looking confused. “What?”

I grinned. “Have the girls told you about one of our little traditions?”

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-- WEDNESDAY, JULY 1, 2009 --

“Stop staring. You’re making me feel self-conscious,” June complained, crossing her arms over her chest with her fingertips on her shoulders and her elbows over her flat belly.

“Staring is the whole point,” I said lightly with a chuckle while leaning against the porch railing outside the two familiar Morris Camp cabins that I knew as well as my own childhood home. “You always wear one-pieces and wraps, even at the beach. So this is my first time ever seeing you in a bikini, and I want to enjoy it.”

“Why does it even matter when you’ve seen me naked already lots of times?”

“It matters. Believe me: it matters.” Raising one finger, I twirled it around while giving her an expectant look.

“I feel ridiculous…” June muttered with a sigh, but she humored me by slowly rotating in place. She was dressed in a black bandeau bikini purchased just for this occasion that firmly outlined her perky tits. The top featured a U-shaped silver connector between her breasts to expose her cleavage with matching U-shaped connectors at her hips. The outfit was minimalist and not overly flashy, but it still revealed a lot more skin than any other outfit I’d ever seen her wear. June came to a stop with her backside to me and glanced over her shoulder to find me ogling her ass with an expression that clearly stated I couldn’t wait to pull that sheer triangle of material aside and slam my swollen schlong straight through her sphincter and make her scream. And quite pleased by my expression, my cute co-worker giggled and actually waggled her tushie at me.

I grinned and nodded my approval. June finally completed her turn and then spontaneously spread her arms out to let me look at the whole front unimpeded. Giggling she finally approached me when I opened my arms in invitation, and she came to give me a sweet kiss.

That was apparently Kim’s cue to come out of the cabin, my beautiful hanamuguri dressed in a light blue and white striped bikini that accentuated her delicate curves and slender figure. Motherhood had padded her tits and ass a bit, and she actually put her fingers under her boobies to make them dance before turning around and doing the same to jiggle her own booty. I laughed, June giggled, and finally Kim started laughing as well, a gaily happy smile broad across her face. She’d always been beautiful, but she was certainly even more beautiful on the rare occasions I got to see her smiling without a care in the world.

Kim scampered over to me and leaped into my arms from two feet away. I caught her easily while she wrapped her legs around my waist, and we shared a sweetly passionate kiss. I spun her around in a 360-degree turn, and when I came to a stop we found June right beside us. Kim dropped her feet to the floor, promptly grabbed June, and then they started making out with each other a bit.

Sasha came out in an eye-catching red ensemble, structured on the sides to support her big tits and squish them together, but with a wide scoop in the middle that just barely concealed her nipples while exposing gargantuan amounts of cleavage. I kept expecting her tits to fall out the front of the bikini top, but they somehow remained in place. And the bottoms were a boy short cut with enough material to cover a lot of her asscheeks but with six slits in the sides to expose her olive skin.

To my surprise, Adrienne did not save herself for last. My Tigress emerged in one of her one-of-a-kind designer “outfits” that could not realistically be classified as a “bikini”. Shimmering gold fabric ran the full length of both of her arms and were fastened to her wrists by gold strings, but the “sleeves” were cut in half, only covering the outsides of her arms and none of the insides. These rectangular three-inch-wide strips of fabric likewise covered her shoulders and then circled around her neck like a choker but did nothing to cover her chest or back. Black three-inch-wide straps then ran down from a center point beneath her collar down to her hips, covering her nipples while exposing both the left and right sides of her massive tits and revealing her taut six-pack abs. A gold triangle of fabric covered her mons from the front, but when she turned around, I kid you not, Adrienne looked utterly and completely naked. It was only on closer inspection that one could see the tiny gold string connecting at a T-junction at the back of her waist, the string between her buttcheeks disappearing completely as it passed through her heavenly globes. Nothing else covered her on the backside save for her gloriously golden-blonde hair.

I gawked in amazement. “You’re gonna make them shut down the lake…” I mumbled. “This isn’t a private beach on Bora Bora. There are KIDS there.”

Adrienne laughed lightly from behind her designer sunglasses that completed the effect. “Oh, I know, but I’ve been saving this one for a while. I’ll pull a wrap on when we get to the lake.”

I just kept gawking at her a bit until she turned back around to face me. Even then, my mouth watered at the sight of so much exposed titflesh, and Adrienne grinned as she sauntered up to me, grabbed my head, and pulled my face into her big melons before taking hold of her own titflesh and smacking my cheeks with her breasts. I could’ve died and gone to heaven right then and there.

But Dawn and Summer came out onto the porch together, hand-in-hand. Not for the first time since, I found my attention drawn straight to their hair. The girls had gone for a color change again, not only for this Morris Camp trip but also to make a fresh start of sorts. Summer was only too aware that her mom had gone redhead to match her flaming red dye-job. So last night they’d gone to the salon and the girls had come back with coordinated colors: Summer’s was mostly purple with pink tips, and Dawn’s was mostly bubblegum pink with purple tips.

I also discovered last night that the girls had dyed their neatly-trimmed beavers in coordinated colors as well, but with opposite colors so that Summer’s heart-shaped landing strip was pink and Dawn’s pointed arrow was purple.

They’d also bought coordinated bikinis, identical in style but with different colors. Summer’s was a royal blue that brought out the color of her eyes, and Dawn’s was a baby blue that brought out the color of her eyes. I gave myself whiplash looking back and forth between them, drinking in titflesh on display, feeling my heartbeat race when they turned around and shook their booties, and then going a bit dizzy when they turned to each other and started making out hot and heavy.

I grunted like a caveman at the sight, the sexual creature inside me threatening to take control. In that moment, I wanted nothing more than to throw both of the beautiful babes over my shoulders, carry them back into the cabin, and start mindlessly fucking whichever one was nearest through the fucking floor.

But then Eden and Emma walked out onto the porch together and all thoughts of sex flew out of my mind. That’s not to say the twins weren’t delectably fuckable, because they certainly were. To my surprise, the twins had dressed identically in matching yellow and green bikinis that looked amazing on their tanned skin, with their fine, long hair fashioned in braided pigtails. Behind their sporty sunglasses, even I had trouble initially telling them apart. They couldn’t really show off for me in public like this by twirling and inviting me to ogle. But still, with nubile teenage bodies in skimpy, revealing bikinis that really showed off their svelte figures and boner-inducing curves, they were definitely ogle-worthy.

The reason why all thoughts of sex flew out of my mind walked between them, with each twin holding one of the adorable toddler’s hands. BJ was dressed in a cute blue rash guard with a cartoon shark on the front and matching blue swim trunks. He wore a white wide-brimmed hat with a blue band, blue plastic sunglasses, and blue-gray Teva sandals. And he grinned a toothy grin at me, letting go of the twins’ hands and then darting forward on his stubby little legs when I squatted down and opened my arms to him.

“Daddy!” my son enthused happily as I picked him up in my arms.

“C’mon, little man,” I told him while spinning him around and parking him on my shoulders so he’d have a good view of everything. He teetered just a bit while I grabbed onto his ankles and he wrapped both arms around my head. “All set?”

“All set, Daddy,” he confirmed.

I grinned. “Let’s go have some fun.”

****

We did have some fun. BJ wasn’t old enough to ride the zipline, but I was able to put him in my lap and go down the waterslide at the lake. We splashed in the water together. I carried him on my shoulders again while the girls knocked a big beach ball around us. I even held onto the rope swing with one arm and sent us flying off into the air before splashing down. Good thing we’d practiced keeping his mouth closed and holding his breath whenever we went under. And we spent close to an hour making sandcastles.

All around me were other parents with their kids, likewise enjoying some wholesome family activities. But no other kids had a rotating cast of gorgeous young women in bikinis joining in on the fun, and I noticed a lot more dads than usual hanging out on the beach to spend time with their children.

Coincidence? I think not.

Another little boy just a bit older than BJ had some plastic trucks that he was driving around his sandcastles, and he was happy to share one with BJ. The little boy’s dad was happy to have an excuse to hang around us, although try as he might, he couldn’t stop himself from ogling one set of tits or another every five seconds. I couldn’t blame the guy. He was literally surrounded by breasts in bikinis.

Kim and June were actually the only ones of my friends and family who didn’t play with BJ by the lake that afternoon. Even my parents and Jack and Deanna Evans spent some time helping him build sandcastles or carrying him around the lake. Meanwhile, Kim was taking June exploring, showing her all the different activities there were to find. They did some rock climbing, went on a little hike, and even started a horse ride.

I say “started” because June started freaking out about being on a horse thirty seconds after she got on and promptly squawked that she wanted to get off.

In any case, there were plenty of helping hands to keep BJ entertained, so I did get some time to chillax on a lounge chair beneath the shade of the umbrellas. Whenever I did so, Summer was quick to slide onto my chair with me and nestle her perfect ass against my crotch as we spooned together or pillow her cheek on my chest, depending on which way I was facing. At one point, I think I actually dozed off for a second. I only woke up when Summer had to grab my wrist and tug my hand down, which had “somehow” slipped beneath her bikini top so I could palm her naked breast.

I also spent a good amount of time rubbing sunblock onto the bare skin of beautiful babes early after our arrival and then giving backrubs later as the day wore on. To my surprise (and mild consternation), even Deanna Evans came over to park herself at the foot of my lounge chair and say in an alarmingly husky voice, “Do me too?”

And then three minutes after I got started, she held her bikini cups against her chest, glanced over her shoulder, and murmured, “Unhook me.”

I wasn’t trying to let my fingertips catch some side-boob. The three or four (or nine) times it happened were purely by accident. Honestly.

By the time I finished and re-hooked Deanna’s bikini top, I had a MASSIVE boner in my trunks and I crossed my legs trying to hide it. She still glanced down at my crotch and smirked knowingly before she thanked me for the incredible massage and then walked away.

Summer then came to the rescue, pushing me down flat across the lounger and stretching her incredible bikini-clad body directly on top of mine. “Enjoy that?” my girlfriend asked me coyly.

“Ohmigawd that was soooo wrong,” I muttered.

Summer giggled, glanced to my left at the bubblegum pink-haired girl on the lounger next to us, and whispered into my ear, “What’s really wrong is that Deanna’s daughter was getting really, really turned on watching you give her mom a backrub.”

“Summer!” Dawn hissed.

“She actually moaned every time your fingers caught some side-boob on--”

“Summer, stop it,” Dawn growled. “That’s an order.”

“Are you saying you want me teasing Ben about how hot it made you watching him fondle your mom?”

“No, Summer. The answer is: No, I don’t want you teasing him about that.”

Summer’s grin was all teeth and her royal-blue eyes were glittering. “‘No’ means ‘I’m ashamed to want it but I want it anyways’.”

Dawn covered her face with both hands and groaned.

****

“What the fucking, motherfucking FUCK, man?”

“I know, fucker. I’d think you’d stop being fucking surprised.”

“How does he do it? How does he fucking DO it? Every year there’s some hot new Perfect Ten on his arm. I mean, I kinda get it. Some fuckers get all the luck and meet brand new babes, especially since Adrienne’s a fucking supermodel. I mean, they HAVE to be around Perfect Tens all the time. But he’s still bringing the previous Perfect Tens back with him at the same time?!? What the fuck?”

“Just shut up, fucker.”

“I can’t! It’s not fair! How does that fucker get all the dumb fucking luck?”

“The more the merrier, right? You know we’ve never actually asked if the guy would fucking share.”

“Fuck no. Have you fucking learned nothing from all the previous times we fucking tried to hit on his fucking Perfect Tens? Shot down cold, every single fucking time. They have no fucking interest in us.”

“Well, look on the bright side: they’re still fucking amazing eye-candy. I mean, he didn’t show up with his girlfriends last year, right? And what did we have to fucking look at? Fucking nothing. A bunch of jailbait high schoolers and little kids at one end, and a bunch of fucking middle-aged moms on the other end.”

“Don’t knock the MILFs. Mrs. Evans was still here last year, and mmm-mmm-MMM wouldn’t I love to fucking get a piece of that!”

“Fine, there are a few MILFs. But seriously, there were what… three fucking women between the ages of eighteen and forty here last year? And fucking none of them on the fucking level of Ben’s girlfriends. So shut your fucking pie hole, stare all you fucking want, and then go back to your fucking cabin to fucking rub one out.”

“Imma do that.”

“Eww, fucker.”

“What? You fucking told me to go back to my cabin and rub one out.”

“But don’t fucking TELL me!”

“Fuck you, fucker. Imma tell you all about how I’m gonna pull my pants down and grab my--”

“Fuck! Fuck! Shut the fuck up, dude!”

“That fucking new girl. Gotta find out her name. Did you see her rack? Can those even be real?”

“Could be. I mean… Adrienne’s are real enough, aren’t they?”

“Fucking unreal, really. Gonna imagine her and Dawn together, yo. With those matching hairdos? Fucking siiick. Can you imagine them on their knees together, side-by-side, fucking looking up at you while you fucking take a purple head in your left hand and a pink head in your right hand and just… Ungh!”

“Dude, I’m fucking tryna pee, here.”

“You didn’t fucking go already?”

“I’ve been trying to make my fucking woody go down from staring at those hotties down at the lake and you’re not fucking helping!”

“Oh, now you want me HELPING your fucking woody?”

“Shut up, fucker.”

“You do know Sasha is Adrienne’s girlfriend too, right? I mean, they’re clearly both fucking Ben at the same time. But can you fucking imagine THEM making out with each other around your dick while you fucking grab their heads and--”

“DUDE! Fucking SHUT IT. Just get the fuck outta here!”

“Hahahaha…” There was the sound of footsteps as one of the “fuckers” walked out of the bathroom. And no, he didn’t stop to wash his hands.

I waited a moment to see if the other fucker would follow him. The room went silent, but then I heard soft grunting. “Nnh… nnh… nnh…”

He’s fucking masturbating at the urinal right now.

Oh, for fuck’s sake.

I’d finished wiping a while ago and now stood up, pulling up my swim trunks. Turning around, I stepped on the flushing rod with my sandal and then walked out of the stall, heading for the sinks.

The fucker at the urinal froze, his eyes as huge as saucers.

“‘Sup, dude,” I remarked casually, as if I hadn’t just overheard his previous conversation. And then I washed my hands, dried them off, and walked outside without a backwards glance.

****

Before sunset, I led Summer by the hand up the final series of switchbacks that would take us up and onto “The Ridge”, a naturally formed ledge cut high up the side of the mountain. The camp had installed additional benches up here due to the popularity, most likely constructed by college-aged “ranch hands” who’d decided to spend a year up here getting away from it all.

We squeezed six people onto one of the 4-person benches, with June on the end, Kim next to her, and then me. Summer sat beside me, but she’d picked up BJ and pulled him into her lap where he snuggled the back of his head against her boobs quite happily, and Dawn was on the end next to her. It was a bit of a tight fit, so I reached back with both arms, wrapping my left around Kim and my right around Summer.

Adrienne, Sasha, and the twins sat together on a bench to our right. The four parentals were on a bench right in front of them, turned to face the “wrong” way on these backless benches so that they could chat.

But the conversation died down as the sun began its descent. BJ was now in Dawn’s lap, and he felt the hush of the crowd and went silent himself. Rubbing Kim’s and Summer’s backs, I drank in the gorgeous vista, truly the stuff of travel magazine covers with the evergreen-filled valley, winding river, and color-changing sky.

“So beautiful, isn’t it?” I asked softly, glancing to my right to look over at Summer. It was her first Morris Camp sunset and I wanted to make sure my girlfriend was enjoying it. But she wasn’t even looking forward. Her gaze was further off to the right, her eyebrows furrowed.

At the sound of my voice, though, she turned her face back to me and distractedly asked, “Hmm?”

I chuckled and waved her off. “Nevermind,” I said quietly, not wanting to be any louder than that or tread on everyone else’s sunset experience. I rubbed her shoulder, and she leaned over to peck my cheek before turning her attention forward again.

After the sun’s disk finally disappeared beyond the horizon, people started to get up and head back down the trail in the rapidly dimming light. I parked BJ on my shoulders for the hike back. Dawn stood beside me with a flashlight, and we started heading back to the main grounds.

The big camp bonfire was still going in the big pit, and we assembled together there. BJ wanted marshmallows, and he also wanted to try roasting them like the other big kids. So I kept my little man at a safe distance with one arm around his waist, helped him hold a long skewer, and we spent the better part of fifteen minutes roasting marshmallows. In the end, every single one of them ended up a flaming fireball, much to his delight.

Eventually though, he rubbed his eyes sleepily, turned around to face me with a big-as-his-head yawn, and muttered, “Okaachan.”

He wanted his mommy.

Scooping my son up in my arms, I carried him over to a big bench made out of a redwood tree log cut in half where Kim and June were seated. My hanamuguri took her son back from me, and together we headed up the hill to put him to bed. June came with us, and in a few minutes we entered what I’d long thought of as “The Evans Cabin”. It was slightly smaller than my family’s cabin, with one bedroom featuring a queen-size bed and second bedroom room with three single beds, upon one of which Dawn had given me her virginity on her sixteenth birthday. The plan was for Kim and BJ to share the master bedroom while June and the twins would sleep in the second room. Next door in my larger family cabin that had always fit my parents and five kids would be me, Summer, Dawn, Adrienne, and Sasha, although some bed-switching was expected between the two cabins. The four parentals, actually, had booked a different cabin that had two rooms with queen-size beds.

I suppose some bed-switching should also be expec--

Shut it. I don’t wanna think about that stuff.

Kim and I put BJ to sleep in the big bed and then I kissed both girls goodnight as they were ready to turn in for the day. When I returned to the bonfire, I found Dawn perched on our favorite boulder up the hill with Summer snuggled in beside her. I went to stand on the tree stump next to the boulder and leaned against the sloped side of the rock to meet Summer’s quick peck in greeting.

“Anything interesting happen while I was gone?” I asked.

“Not much,” Summer explained. “Some college boys and brave high schoolers flirting with the girls. Dawn was just pointing out to me how the camp is almost entirely parents and their kids.”

Dawn gestured towards the bonfire. “Little kids who don’t know who Adrienne is will ask her to help them with their s’mores. Teenage boys just stare at her tits from afar. Married men stay FAR away from her because they know their wives are watching us. Even the ranch hands are too intimidated to try and talk to her.”

“Huh. I seem to remember her signing autographs during the last trip.”

Dawn shook her head. “Not this trip so far. The guys have been gravitating to Sasha and the twins. Even Kim and June said guys were hitting on them when they were out exploring.”

I arched an eyebrow. “But not you two?”

Summer wrapped an arm around me. “We don’t give them the chance since we’re both so clearly together with you. Most of the guys in a close-enough age range grew up believing you two were a couple year after year. And the coordinated hair colors pretty much advertise we’re both your girlfriends.”

I blinked at Dawn. “So you’re my girlfriend again now?”

“Pssht,” Dawn scoffed. “I belong to you: that’s all that matters. The title can be whatever label they all need to apply so they can wrap their tiny little heads around it.”

“Alright, alright, no argument from me.” Gesturing between them, I added, “Well if that’s the case, mind if your collective boyfriend squeezes in there between you?”

“I’ve got a better idea,” Dawn said, scooting forward to the edge of the boulder and then lightly dropping down to the ground. “Let’s go snuggle together in front of the fire. Summer and I hung back here because whether or not most of these guys know we’re taken, they’d still come hit on us if we were down there with everyone else. But now that you’re back, they’ll stay away.”

“Sounds good.” I reached my arms up to Summer, offering to help her down. “My lady?”

“My hero,” Summer sighed dramatically, sliding down the slope of the boulder and into my arms. She then held my head and gave me a radiantly passionate kiss. A few seconds later, though, she pulled her mouth off mine and smiled. “Let’s go join the others.”

****

-- THURSDAY, JULY 2, 2009 --

The trail we walked on wasn’t marked on the camp maps, wasn’t actively maintained, and didn’t lead to any particularly memorable destinations. There was no marked trailhead, and we’d only stumbled upon the dirt path as 11-year-olds because we’d been meandering around the woods with nothing better to do for a whole month.

This was our first time back in two years, and yet we both knew the way by heart, right down to muscle memory of which rocks to step on and in what order when crossing the streams that ran across the path.

We walked hand-in-hand, neither of us speaking. We didn’t need to, perfectly comfortable with nothing but the ambient sounds of nature around us. Blue jays whistled and chirped high in the canopy. The occasional squirrel darted across the path seeking cover as we approached. And a cool mountain breeze stirred the evergreen leaves overhead.

We moved in perfect harmony. When I had to start hopping across some rocks, she moved fluidly with me, never being thrown off balance despite me continuing to hold her hand. When she applied the slightest pressure to my hand, we slid sideways to the left in sync to get around a fallen tree. And when she squeezed my hand, we picked up the pace to climb a short uphill section.

After almost thirty minutes of hiking, we stepped off the trail at a point without any exterior signs or marking and crossed a hundred yards of tall grass. We then squeezed between some bushes to find a familiar sight. It was just like I remembered it, as if no time had passed since our last visit. The fifteen-by-ten-foot flat clearing was shaded and blocked on two sides by trees, with the bushes behind and the creek before us. We had a view of the canyon beyond and a constant but gentle breeze. It was quaint, and calm, and perfect. It was our private paradise.

Still, there were no words.

None were needed.

I shrugged off my backpack and she started laying out the family-size polyester picnic mat. On top of that went our blankets, and then we laid down side-by-side.

Kissing came automatically. Our first kisses with a member of the opposite sex had been in this very clearing on her fifteenth birthday. Back then, I had been pretty bad at it. I’d slobbered too much, I had no clue what to do with my tongue, and I kept bumping my nose into hers. But she’d already practiced a lot with Dayna (not that I’d known that at the time), and she had patiently guided me until I got better.

Back then, she’d been a coltish, skinny girl with a still-developing figure and three inches taller than me. I’d been a short, late-blooming dweeb. Now it was ten years later (TEN YEARS!) and we were right back where we’d started. And we certainly weren’t going to stop at kissing anymore.

Our clothes seemed to fall away, and the next thing I knew, her back hit the blankets and her arms wrapped around my head while our tongues intertwined together. A gentle breeze coming down the canyon cooled my naked back as I centered myself over her body and my manhood instinctively sought out her loins. The same breeze rustled the bushes, partially masking the sound of her sigh as my thickness separated her moist labia. And then she bit down on my ear as I steadily burrowed forward, groaning as she felt every inch of my steel-hard shaft stretching out her inner core.

Still, there were no words.

None were needed.

Here, in our special clearing, she surrendered all of herself to me. Lovemaking could be an exchange of give and take, but for now at least, I did all the giving while she happily took everything I had to give. Every millimeter of her snug physical manifestation of welcoming love hugged every millimeter of my throbbing physical manifestation of driving love.

She urged me deeper and harder with grunts and groans. Her arms and legs kept moving: gripping me tightly in one spot, readjusting, and then gripping me tightly somewhere else. She held my head, she clutched my shoulders, she cinched her legs around my waist, and she hooked her calves behind mine. Over and over again she invited me to fuck her harder, press our bodies closer, and fill her up even deeper.

I could swear I grew half an inch longer just from the desire in her eyes.

Still, there were no words.

None were needed.

Exquisite friction surrounded me… not just my dick, but all of ME. The way her arms roved up and down my back while her legs slid up around my waist and then back down my legs, it was almost as if she were giving me a full-body massage while we continued to make love. I felt my skin flush with warmth as she rubbed me with her entire being. And even the parts of me that were exposed to the canyon breeze felt shielded from the elements as if her love formed a tangible barrier around us.

And through it all, our eyes stayed locked together.

She had always enjoyed keeping eye contact with me during lovemaking, but even so there would sometimes be moments when I planted my forehead on the pillow beside her or closed my eyes to concentrate on the pleasure within, especially as I ramped up towards orgasm. Sometimes I’d bury my face in her titflesh. Or sometimes we’d simply close our eyes and kiss each other with volcanic passion, feeling instead of seeing.

Sometimes while riding me she would throw her head back and clench her eyes shut while urgently humping herself up and down. Sometimes she’d bend over and crush her tits into my chest with her chin hooked over my shoulder while I grabbed her ass and masturbated her body up and down my upright pole.

But not today. Today I kept my face parked right above hers, staring down into her sky-blue eyes with infinite love. She stared back right into my eyes, accepting my love and reflecting it back to me. They say eyes are the windows to the soul, and through hers I witnessed the depth of her feelings for me. I recognized the conviction of her internal desire for Ben-ogamy. And I acknowledged her essential need for my love in return.

She wasn’t whole without me, could never be whole. I owned a piece of her heart, a piece of her soul. And she owned pieces of mine as well.

We were a Yin Yang symbol, neither of us complete without the other.

I felt something pass between us through our eyes: an energy, a connection, a chi for lack of a better word. Our link was unmistakable, perhaps unexplainable, but then perhaps an explanation didn’t really matter. What mattered was that it was real. It had been strengthened by a lifetime of partnership since we were babies. We were each other’s first playmate. Then we became each other’s first friend. And then we became each other’s first true love.

And that love had never ended.

It never would end.

Endless love.

For all eternity.

Our bodies continued to writhe in unison, in sync, in perfect harmony. Every thrust, every caress, every moan was a tangible expression of our bond. They were bricks upon which the foundation of our erotic passion was built, stacking higher and higher as our loins merged, our pleasure grew, and our souls began reaching for the heavens.

Still, there were no words.

None were needed.

Slow-rolling pumps gradually increased in pace and power. No longer merely surrendering, her hips began to thrust upwards to meet mine. Gentle strokes gave way to heavier, meatier thumps. I felt a tightness in my chest, my heart growing and growing until it stretched the boundaries of my ribcage. The faster we went, the harder we went, and my lungs started burning as we accelerated up the final ascent.

We didn’t kiss. We hadn’t needed to. Staring into each other’s eyes from inches away and maintaining that connection was far more rewarding, watching the mutual pleasure build and build. And when our orgasms finally came, they came not from physical ecstasy… but emotional triumph.

I loved her.

She loved me.

There were no words, not even mental ones across the link. None were needed. I could feel her love for me. She could feel my love for her.

Endless love.

For all eternity.

Her sky-blue eyes suddenly brightened, seeming to glow of their own accord. Her chin thrust upward. Her mouth parted open in a breathy gasp. And her entire body arched beneath mine, thrusting up and off the blanket as her inner core clamped down around my cock.

At the same time, my own jaw dropped as I groaned at the exact same moment. I hammered my body down, all of my weight concentrated into that final pelvic thrust. Our bodies crashed together and at the moment of impact, a blinding white light filled my vision, blocking everything out of view…

… everything except for her sky-blue eyes. Those I could still see quite clearly, the windows to her soul, and through them I could still see all of her passion and love within.

Her cry of ecstatic relief filled my ears, joined by my own groan of satisfaction. Starbursts of pleasure exploded in my mind, zapping lightning bolts of electricity throughout my limbs. I felt my balls heaving as they abruptly dumped out what felt like gallons of liquid love straight through my body and into hers.

And for a moment… everything just made sense.

No more worries. No more fear. No more anxiety over the future. No more grief or regret about the past.

I understood in that moment that everything would work out in the end. I understood in that moment that I would live a long life of true happiness and love. And I would live that long life of true happiness and love because of the special woman in my arms.

My Soulmate.

My Dawn.

Still, there were no words.

None were needed.

At least, I thought none were needed. But then as we came down from our scintillating mutual orgasms and that blinding white light faded away, my soulmate smiled up at me while reaching up to caress my cheek.

And then suddenly there were words:

“Will you marry me?”

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