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 ï>¿A Little Camping Trip by PickFiction

   Two groups head for Lake Norton and a few days of camping.

   "That's a ridiculous idea, Rachel.  Two young girls going camping, in a
tent, no less.  Whatever made you think it's a wise plan?"

   "Mama, I'm twenty-one years old, and Cindy and I think this will be a
challenge.  We'll have to put up the tent, cook, and clean up, you know,
all those things you do when you're camping." Rachel knew that the "you
know" she'd added to her mother was a poke at the woman who would never
have considered camping, who thought anything less than a suite at a luxury
hotel was "roughing it."

   "I think it's silly.  Why don't you two stay at a motel and drive to the
lake each day?  If it were me, I'd stay away from that filthy lake water,
as well.  I'm sure the motel has a nice clean pool."

   "Too expensive, Mom.  Camping is a lot cheaper." In addition, she hated
to smell of chlorine.

   "Rachel, you know your father would give you the money."

   Rachel knew her father would do whatever her mother asked ...  and
probably whatever she asked as well.  But she wasn't going to ask, and
neither was she going to mention that she and Cindy would be camping with
six of their friends, two other females and four males.  Her mother would
be horrified at that, the males, that is, but that's one of the things that
would add fun to the camping, even though she didn't know who the four
would be.

   "We're really looking forward to this.  We've practiced setting up
Cindy's tent, and she has most of the things we'll need.  Her family used
to camp quite a bit every summer." She was careful not to emphasize the
"her," not wanting to alienate her mother over something she knew she'd
probably be doing again if it was as much fun as they hoped it might be.

   "In that lake, I hope you're not going to wear one of those bikini
things you seem to favor.  Who knows who might be there and see you?"

   Rachel knew who might be there to see her -- four guys, and it didn't
matter who they were.  Plus, her mother hadn't seen her two newest that
struggled to contain her large breasts.  She was anxious to show them off
as they would do an excellent job of showing her off.  She'd made sure to
shave completely rather than just having the Brazilian Wax with the small
triangle of hair that she was sure wouldn't be covered by the tiny bikinis
she was taking with her.  She'd tried to talk Cindy into joining her in her
briefest of brief adventures, only partially successful.

   She was a little annoyed with Cindy, who'd refused to tell her who the
four guys were, just that she'd know them when she saw them.  She'd dated
quite a few guys in high school and college and been intimate with a few.
She wondered what she'd do if one or two of them were along on the trip. 
Cindy knew some of that part of her life, but not all.  She was sure Cindy
had invited one or two that held her interest.  Out there away from
everything ...  and everyone, who knew what might happen?

   When everything was packed and sitting on the porch waiting for Cindy,
her mother started again.

   "Honey, there's still time to Change plans.  Let me give you my credit
card, and you two can stay somewhere nice."

   "Mom, we're going to do this.  Cindy's dad is letting her drive his big
SUV, so if worst comes to worst, we can put the seats down and sleep in
it."

   "I hate the sound of 'worst,'" her mother said with a shudder.

   Rachel knew it was hopeless, and, thank goodness, Cindy pulled into the
driveway and jumped out of the SUV, a broad smile on her face.

   "Are you ready?" she squealed, her excitement obvious.

   "Goodness, Cindy, you sound like a high school freshman." It wasn't the
kindest of compliments, but Cindy was used to Rachel's mother.

   "Sorry for laughing, Mrs.  Hart.  We'll be very careful." She glanced at
Rachel.

   They quickly loaded Rachel's gear and jumped into the big car.

   As they pulled away, Rachel said, "You're so full of bullshit with that
'sorry for laughing.'"

   "I know, but I know your mom, too.  Whatever, we're on the way."

   "How far is it?"

   A little over an hour.  And did you bring those two new bikinis?"

   "You bet" Rachel eyed Cindy suspiciously.  "I bet you want to borrow one
of them."

   "I'm not ruling it out," Cindy said, chuckling.  At the lake, with the
four guys who'd agreed to join them, maybe showing a lot more of her pale
skin might be exciting.

   "So, friend, who are we going to be showing off for?"

   "You know them all.  Landon, Dave, Brian, and Peter."

   Rachel's brain ratcheted through images of the four, none of whom were
too shabby.

   "Nice group, huh, but I don't know Peter that well.  He was in a couple
of my classes, and we sat beside each other in one.  I hoped he'd ask me
for a date, but he never did.  Maybe if he sees me in one of your bikinis,
that might change."

   "What about Dave?"

   Cindy chuckled.  "He likes me, I know.  And, I don't know.  He's ... 
We'll just have to see."

   "You know," Rachel said, "there will be four tents and eight people."

   "Yeah, two per tent, like you and me."

   "Or, two per tent, like you and Dave."

   "Rach, I'm not planning on sleeping with Dave.  Holy shit."

   "Sure, okay," Rachel said, turning her attention to the road ahead.

   Feigning indignation, Cindy asked, "Well then, which of the other three
guys are you going to shack up with?"

   "Wow, haven't heard that expression for a while -- I think I heard my
uncle use it a couple of times."

   "Nice try, but you didn't answer the question."

   "I guess I'm not friends enough with any of those guys to ...  "Rachel
laughed, " ...  shack up with them."

   Minds now in high gear, they were anxious to get to the lake and
whatever surprises it might hold.

   *****

   "So, where is this place we're going, Wade?" Jerri was stuffing clothing
into her bag.  It had been years since they'd camped, and she was anxious
and excited.

   "It's called Lake Norton, and it has all kinds of camping.  The
tent-camping areas are small ...  and mostly full, but there's an area with
just five campsites that had one still available.  I grabbed it.  Plus, it
has something you'll love.

   Jerri's face lit up in anticipation.

   "An outhouse."

   Jerri's face transformed into a curled-lip sneer.

   "Outhouse?  When I camped with my parents, we always had a big building
with toilets and showers.  This is a big step backward, Wade.  There may be
a cost for that," she added, chuckling.

   "Should I assume that cost involves some of your body parts?"

   Jerri shrugged.  "Time will tell."

   They both continued sorting and packing, although camping clothes seemed
fairly simple.

   "I wonder who else will be there?" Jerri asked as she gazed at her
one-piece bathing suit.

   "Are you going to wear that?  Where's that two-piece you bought a couple
of years ago?  I bet most of the campers will be younger."

   "You think?"

   "They'll all be wearing bikinis."

   "You hope," she replied, chuckling.

   "Listen, babe, you may be thirty-nine and have three kids, but you look
good." Wade lowered his voice.  Really good," he added, heading toward her.

   "Wade, don't.  I need to finish packing." She'd said it but didn't mean
it.  With the kids at her parent's house, they were alone, something that
didn't often happen these days.

   Wade wasn't about to stop as he pushed Jerri back onto the bed,
scattering the clothing she had been packing.  He eyed the thin t-shirt she
was wearing and decided it would be worth it, grabbing it at the neck and
ripping it in two.  He loved the wide-eyed gasp he received from his
surprised wife as he broke the two straps of her bra and jerked it to her
waist.  His mouth was on her left breast, and she squealed when he bit her
nipple.

   "Get those shorts off, or I'll bite the other one harder," he threatened
-- she didn't move.  Wade met her eyes, a sinister smile darkening his
face. His mouth closed on her right breast, and his jaw muscles tensed.

   Jerri flinched but was silent, her eyes meeting his and narrowing as she
waited for what would come next.

   "We haven't done that for a while," Wade said, his tongue flicking her
now very stiff nipple.  "Would you like a little reward?

   Jerri didn't care what it was as long as Wade was doing it.  Before the
children, their sex had been very adventurous but, over the years, had
changed to a much more hurried and straightforward two or sometimes three
nights a week, after the kids were in bed and before weariness overtook
them.  This camping trip was to be different, a few days to return to a
time not that far past, and it was off to a good start.

   Wade unfastened her shorts and pulled them off.  He grabbed the
waistband of her panties and pulled until the crotch was nearly hidden
between her swollen and puffy labia.  As he twisted and tugged, Jerri
groaned.

   "Just fuck me," she said, a pleading sound to her voice.

   "Whoa, I haven't heard that for a few years.  But that's for tonight in
the tent ...  or under the stars," he said, tugging on the panties one more
time.

   "Under the stars" was all Jerri heard, and she could hardly wait.  But
that was tonight, and this was now.  Her panties were off, and Wade's head
was already between her legs, his nose pressed against her cleft.

   "Shaved like this, you're double-hot," he said, his breath caressing her
pussy.  "I need to let my teeth get to work."

   "Wade, what are you ...?  But it was too late as he was gently nibbling
up one labia and down the other.  When he sucked her clitoris into his
mouth, and she felt his teeth touching it, she tensed, but he knew what he
was doing.  With his tongue and lips working in unison, Jerri's body was
quickly spasming, her loud, rhythmic moans filling the bedroom, something
that didn't happen, of course, when the kids were at home.  It was just so
...  fulfilling to be able to scream each time the electricity raced
through her body as she'd done when they were first married.

   When she began to recover, she said, "So tonight, under the stars? 
Promise?" She'd only had sex under the stars once, the first year they were
married, and it was as close to non-consensual as it had ever gotten.  He'd
dragged her into the backyard and held her down while he found two or three
of her triggers.  The non-consensual had turned to her, begging him to
hurry up.  Now, she was ready for number two -- maybe.

   "With you shaved like that, it has to happen." He remembered the one
time sex outdoors had happened, and he was anxious for it to happen again.

   "Maybe I should shave more often then or get a complete wax job."

   "Just talking about it has me tingling.  And I'm willing to pay.  "

   "But I won't be 'natural' then."

   "I'll just have to deal with that."

   Her arms were quickly around his neck, her tongue exploring his mouth,
the taste of her sex on his lips.

   "You have more of those for tonight?"

   "Plenty."

   "And the next night?"

   "Can't wait to show you," she responded, squeezing her breasts together
and pointing them toward him.  "And you owe me a bra and t-shirt."

   "I'm not sure why I did that."

   "When you ripped that shirt, my temperature shot up a hundred degrees."

   "We'll have to try some other new stuff then if it works that well."

   Jerri smiled, excited but wondering what new stuff might be coming her
way.

   "Finish dressing, and let's get going," Wade said, carrying two bags
down the stairs and heading for the car.

   *****

   We've been driving for an hour and twenty minutes.  Shouldn't we be
there by now?" Rachel sounded nervously excited.

   "Here, you look at the paper map and explanation.  I hate it when you
can't just use GPS."

   "Yeah, sometimes life sucks major league, you know."

   Cindy snorted.  You figure it out then." She'd given the paper to Rachel
but had decided they'd soon be lost.

   Rachel looked at it, then turned it once and then again.

   "Hold it so you can read the printing that's there," Cindy said,
snickering.

   "So, how do I know where we are on all these scrawled lines?"

   "Look at the instructions, the part that ends in, 'if you come to a stop
sign, you've gone too far.'"

   "Okay, got that."

   "Doesn't it say there should be a road where we turn right, and if we
get to the stop sign, we've gone too far?"

   "If you knew what it said, why'd you give it to me?  And we just passed
a little road," Rachel said.  "I can still see it out the back window."

   "Shit.  I guess I need to turn around, then."

   "Just back up.  It's only like one or two houses to that road."

   ,

   Cindy looked at her friend.  "One or two houses?" she asked, chuckling.

   Rachel looked a little embarrassed.  "I've never been good with feet,
and yards, and stuff like that.  But you know how far it is from what I
said, don't you?"

   "Yeah, I guess I do," Cindy admitted.

   "So, back up, and it will be my turn to be critical.

   Cindy knew how to back up; she just didn't do it often.  Getting the car
out of the garage was simple.  The garage was on a hill, and she simply
started the motor, put the gear shift lever in -N-, and let the car roll
down the hill into the street.  This would be different, though, but she
was determined to foil Rachel's attempt to belittle her.  She shifted to
-R-, watched the picture from the backup camera on the dash, and rolled
slowly back past the little road.  She tried not to look surprised as she
smiled at Rachel.  "Nada de eso," she said to her friend.

   "Blind luck," Rachel sneered.  "Want to try again?"

   "Don't need to.  I got it right the first time." Cindy made a sharp
right turn and headed down the roughly paved road.

   After about a mile, they passed a sign that noted, "Concord Campsites
Ahead - 500 feet."

   Sure enough, a short distance later, they pulled into a small parking
lot that contained three SUV's.

   "We must be the last ones, Cindy said, jumping out of the car and
starting toward the path that obviously led to the small campsites."

   "You want to grab some stuff?" Rachel yelled, a little disgusted that
her friend was leaving everything to her.

   "Naw, leave it," Cindy called over her shoulder.  "The guys will help us
later."

   They hadn't gone far before they saw the others and three tents already
set up.

   "Rach and Cindy, where have you guys been?" Marcy called, running toward
them.

   "We aren't that late." Cindy laughed, giving Marcy a hug.  Rachel was
next with the hug.

   "Where's your stuff?"

   Cindy smiled.  "Dave, honey, could you help carry my things?" she asked,
batting her eyes at the curly-haired blond with the pale blue eyes.

   "Since you're down here already, I assume that help means do it all. 
And, if I do that, what's in it for me?

   "I guess you'll just have to wait and see, won't you." As she said that,
she wondered what might be in store for Dave if he did wait and see.  Maybe
seeing her in Rachel's bikini?

   "I guess," he said as he walked past Cindy, his right hand giving her a
hard slap on the butt.  "That'll do for now," he called over his shoulder.

   Cindy grimaced but found herself enjoying the smack.  "I guess I teased
him one too many times," she said with a giggle, rubbing her butt.  Landon
and Peter followed Dave to the girls' car and were soon back with all of
their gear and tent.  Rachel and Cindy insisted on setting up the tent
themselves, and when they were finished, everyone was amazed, even Dave.

   They talked and shared their travel adventures before Rachel asked, "Is
there a fifth site here.  I only see our four."

   "See the outhouse?" Brian asked, pointing.

   "Ugh, yes," Rachel answered.

   "It's really not that bad," Liz, an auburn-haired, lightly freckled good
friend of Cindy's, said.

   "And the fifth site is on the hill above it, kind of off to itself."

   "I wonder if it's rented?"

   "We'll find out soon, I'm sure.

   "The lake is great and warmer than you'd think.  I vote for a swim."

   A brief discussion, and everyone decided that would be a great way to
start things off.

   The four sites on the lower ground were separated by fifty feet of
bushes; the two girls had chosen sites close together, leaving the boys on
the other side of the bushes.

   "Of course, the guys would want to go swimming.  They want to get an
idea of what they're going to see for these few days." Marcy was shaking
her head.

   "Rach, are you going to wear one of those bikinis you brought?"

   "We all wear bikinis," Liz added, looking at the other three.

   "Not like these," Cindy assured them.  "She packs each one in a thimble;
they're so small."

   "Cindy, they're not that small."

   "Put one on and show them."

   Rachel eyed the other three.  "Let's all change, and we'll see how
different mine is."

   The two pairs split and went into their tents to change.  Undressing was
a little awkward, but putting on the bikinis was much simpler.

   "Um, do you think I could, you know, borrow whichever one of the new
ones you're not wearing?"

   Rachel looked at Cindy, her smile growing.

   "What caused the change of heart?"

   Cindy chuckled.  "Simple payback to Dave."

   "Ohhh, I think he'll like that.  And so will Landon, Brian, and Peter."
Rachel added with a laugh.

   Each stripped, then put on the bikinis.

   "Are we going to glue those two things in place over our nipples?  You
know we're going to get tossed around, and no way they'll stay where they
belong."

   Rachel smiled.  Cindy was probably right, but maybe there was a way to
deal with it.

   The four girls emerged at nearly the same time, each eying the other
pair.

   "My god, you two.  Are you naked?" Liz asked, eyes wide.

   "They will be once we get in the water with those guys, and they start
throwing us around," Marcy added.

   "Well, you know," Rachel said thoughtfully.  "When we've horsed around
with these guys in the water in the past, it was always at a public place.
Who knows what they'll be like here?"

   That got the others thinking a little.

   "You don't think they would, just, well ...  holy shit, they might."
Liz's eyes were wide.

   "You two, with the big tits, need to be worried," Marcy said.  "No one
will be after these little things of mine." She gestured to her small
breasts."

   "Yep, Marcy and I will spend the time ignored." Liz was shaking her
head.

   They heard the guys laughing, then scampering away down the path to the
lake.

   "I think the coast is clear ...  until we get to the lake," Liz
suggested.  "Let's go."

   The walk to the lake was short, and they found four guys splashing,
swimming, and otherwise acting like twenty-something males.

   "Whoa, Rachel and Cindy, are you two naked?" Peter yelled, both his
hands extended toward them."

   "Not quite, Dork," Rachel countered, pointing at the two tiny patches
that covered her nipples.

   "Whatever.  Better get in the water; it's really nice."

   Four water-spattered but smiling faces waited.

   "Can I imagine what's going to happen as soon as we get in?" Cindy
looked from one male face to the next.

   "Imagine what you want; just get in." The guys were getting impatient..

   "They sound a little too anxious," Liz whispered.

   "Yeah, out here, these suits won't last thirty seconds.  They won't hurt
us but just want to get some good viewing," Cindy contributed.

   "So, I guess we either put up with it ...  or leave?" Marcy said,
looking puzzled.

   "Or," Rachel said, a devious smile on her face, "we can share in it."

   "Share?"

   "Wait," Cindy said, suddenly suspicious.  Are you suggesting ...?"

   "We might as well start that way.  That's how we're going to end up."

   Lights were turning on for Liz and Marcy.

   "You mean ...  skinny ...  "

   "Yup," Rachel answered.  Hearing no denials, she turned toward the guys
as she heard Dave shouting.

   "What's all the discussion?  Just get in the water."

   "Should we all swim topless?" Rachel called back.

   Cheers and yips from the guys, along with a couple of "Hell yeah's."

   "Not so good for us," she answered.  "How about naked?"

   No quick answer nor yips this time as the guys looked at each other.

   "Hell, yes," Peter finally said.  "Strip, ladies."

   Four feminine laughs filled the air.

   Seeing the writing on the wall, the guys moved to shallower water.

   "All together, or one at a time?" Brandon asked.

   "It's not a burlesque show or a strip tease act.  We're just getting
ready to swim.  So, let's go."

   Bikinis were removed and were carefully hung on available trees while
swimming trunks were tugged off and tossed on the shore.

   None of the eight knew the entire story of any of the other's sexual
experiences, and seeing the opposite sex naked wasn't exactly a sexual
experience.  However, they were all glad it happened.

   Other than seeing her nipples and a half-inch of her cleft, Rachel
looked much the same, with or without her bikini.  Very large and shapely
breasts, long legs, and a delicious ass, she was fit and athletic with
short brown hair and warm brown eyes.

   Cindy was solidly built with large breasts, blond hair, and a pale
complexion that required lots of sunscreen.  Dave was getting a little more
than she'd planned, and she was getting more than she'd expected.

   Liz had auburn hair, freckles, and a darker complexion with
moderate-sized but very pointed breasts and a trimmed auburn muff.

   Marcy was pretty, a little taller and more slender than the others, with
small breasts but, as Cindy always said, an ass to die for and legs that
matched it.

   Of course, the configurations of the girls weren't a secret, bikini or
not.  They were just more visible now.  On the other hand, a certain part
of the guys had become visible for the first time -- and, at least at
first, eight eyes were focused on Peter's immense cock.  It seemed suited
to his fit physique.  The others weren't identical but were somewhat
similar.  Peter was, well, unusual, but the rest were, at least, normal and
needn't be embarrassed.

   "Let's go swimming, ladies," Brian said as the four splashed away into
deeper water.

   "Are we ready for this?" Marcy asked as she jumped up to follow along.

   For the next thirty minutes, there were no interruptions to the screams,
squeals, flying female bodies, submerged heads, and general laughter.  To
all of the ladies, it seemed that every spot on their bodies had been
touched at least once, some much more often than others.  The men were
touched a good bit too, those handles they sported having conveniently
doubled in size, or more, as tIme had passed.  So far, it had been just
good fun, and no one was complaining.  Landon was trying to organize
"chicken" battles.  No one could stop laughing.

   *****

   "Want to go swimming when we get there?" Jerri asked, poking Wade in the
ribs.

   He jerked.  "What's up with you?" he asked with a chuckle.  "Not that
I'm complaining.  I think we're going to enjoy this camping trip."

   "Me too," she said, sliding her hand along his thigh.

   Wade took a deep breath.  "Are you watching for our turn?" he grunted as
her hand pressed against his crotch.

   "It's right ahead," she answered, moving her hand as Wade started his
turn.  They soon passed the "Concord Campsites Ahead - 500 feet" sign, and
when they pulled into the camping area, Wade stopped.

   "There's a path leading up the hill above the outhouse, there.  Let me
check.  I see several tents down at the bottom there.  Wade jogged up the
hill and looked around.  He saw a short post with the number "5" attached
and decided this was the last site, and from there, he could see the four
other tents closer to the lake.

   "This is it, and it looks like the others are already here and having
fun in the lake.  I'll park by those other cars, and we can haul our stuff
up."

   "Can you drive up there," Jerri pleaded.  "It would make the carry much
easier." She was out of the car and walking up to see the site.

   Wade carefully backed the car as far up the little knoll as he could,
and Jerri was right; it did make the carrying much easier.  They were
quickly unloaded, and he parked beside the other cars and headed back up.

   "Lots of fun sounds coming from the lake.  Want to go swimming before we
set up.  Might be able to get some help then," he chuckled.

   "Sounds good," Jerri said.  "I'll just stand here on top of this hill
and change into my bathing suit."

   "Oh, yeah," Wade murmured.  "Let's set up the tent and then swim."

   The small, two-person tent was easy to set up, and, although he hadn't
done it for some time, Wade remembered every step, and they were soon
inside, changing into their bathing suits.

   "Glad you're wearing the two-piece," Wade said as Jerri emerged from the
tent.  "You look freaking good in it."

   "Thanks, but I don't know.  I'm not twenty-five anymore, and ..." She
was gazing down at her bare midriff.

   "Jerri, you look ..." Wade checked right and left.  "Very fuckable in
that suit."

   "Oh, god, are you going to start?" she asked with a chuckle.  "Let's go
swimming before I change my mind."

   Hand in hand, they walked down the knoll, across the flat past the other
tents, and around the trees to the lake.  They could see lots of splashing,
accompanied by laughter and teasing shouts.  Jerri stopped, her eyes wide.

   "New people here," a male voice shouted, and there were quickly just
eight heads showing above the surface of the ripple-filled water.

   "Hi," Rachel called.  "We weren't sure anyone had the fifth site, but
we're glad you're here, right guys?"

   Hellos and other greetings echoed across the water from the talking
heads.

   "I"m Rachel" was quickly followed by "Landon," - "Cindy," - "Peter," -
"Liz," - "Dave," - "Brian," - "Marcy."

   Cindy decided to take the lead and stood in the waist-deep water.

   "As you probably saw when you came around the trees, we're in the midst
of a little, well, adventure, something new for us." She gestured to her
breasts with both hands.  "We're naked." She took a deep breath.  "We'd
love for you two to join us, but listen, don't feel like you have to.  We
understand if you just want to keep your suits on."

   Jerri felt a nudge in her ribs from Wade.  She looked at his smiling
face.  No need to ask what his answer to the invitation would be.  He'd
already seen one delectable set of young hooters, and there were three more
sets still hidden.  Of course, from her side, there were four male heads
looking at her and waiting, she was sure.  If all of the other girls were
like Cindy, she knew she'd be pretty much ignored.  She'd skinny-dipped
once in her life with three other friends, very good friends.  There were
eight strangers here.  This was a special few days, and there was a good
reason her heart was beginning to pound.

   "We were looking to get away and have a fun few days," Wade said
quietly. "This might take us back a few years.  You game?"

   "I'm not sure, Wade," she said, leaning close to his ear.  "This is a
little further out than a two-piece bathing suit."

   "You can do it, though.  Everyone will be naked."

   "Not everyone is thirty-nine years old," she said.

   "What does Malinda say to you every time we have a cookout, and you're
in shorts and a halter or something?"

   "That doesn't count; she's my friend."

   "What does she say ...  almost every time?"

   Jerri took a deep breath.  "I don't know how anyone who has three kids
can look like you do."

   "Amen, wifey."

   "Wade, I don't know."

   "How about if I help you get started, and then you finish it off?"

   "What?" She felt his fingers go under the lower edge of her top.  She
sensed it stretching slightly, and he was lifting.  She could stop him, but
then her breasts literally popped out, bouncing slightly after being
released.  She closed her eyes, sure her face was bright red.  But she was
topless.

   It was her turn to finish what Wade had started.  When she looked down
and reached for the bottom of the suit, her bare breasts were right in
front of her eyes.  She smiled slightly as she had no choice now, and the
blue material was quickly at her ankles, then kicked aside.

   Applause and cheers followed as the other seven stood and started toward
them.  When she glanced to the side, she saw an equally naked Wade.

   The eight gathered around them, Jerri having barely enough time to check
out the guys.  She did spot Peter and that instrument of his that seemed to
dwarf the others, including Wade's.  There were introductions, and
immediately after, Jerri felt hands around her waist, and she was flying
through the air and disappearing under the water.  When she stood, she had
just a few seconds to catch her breath before she was in the air again,
this time landing on Dave's back and following him under the water.  They
were both struggling to stand, and she was sure she felt a hand on her
breast just before her hand brushed his cock.

   The horse play continued for probably thirty minutes before it settled,
and people were talking with each other.  She looked for Wade but saw he
was cornered by a pretty girl whose name she couldn't recall but whose
breasts were larger and more shapely than Cindy's.  He didn't seem to be
struggling to get away from her, either.

   Jerri realized she was off to the side a little and away from the others
and that Peter was with her.  They were in water just a little above their
knees, so nothing was hidden or secret.

   "We're really glad that you guys got that fifth spot," he said, smiling
broadly.  "It could have been, well, you know, someone not any fun.  You
two are great, joining in and giving right back.  I wondered how you'd
react when I threw you that first time."

   "So that was you," Jerri said with a laugh.  "It's fun and takes us back
a little ...  or maybe a lot," she added with a chuckle.

   "It can't take you back very far."

   "Why not?"

   "Because, you know, you're not ..."

   "How old do you think I am?" Jerri asked, taking a chance.

   Peter's eyes went from her feet to her face, then back down.

   "Be honest, now," she said, sure she was blushing again.

   "Thirty, maybe thirty-one."

   She felt a chill run down her spine.  When she didn't answer, Peter
jumped back in.

   "Shit, I screwed up, didn't I?  You're not even thirty.  I mean, your
body ..."

   "I'm thirty-nine, Peter."

   "No way," he said, eyes wide.  "I don't want to embarrass you, but your
tits are nearly perfect and almost no sag, that ass is tight and firm, and
your belly is flat.  You can't be that old."

   Well, some straight talk from Peter, and Jerri knew her face was bright
pink, and probably her neck and shoulders as well.  And she was sure he
spoke from experience.  She'd heard words like that before, but always from
Wade.  Now she'd heard them from a second source and a source that seemed
sincere if she could believe the erection that seemed to be growing.  She
found herself wondering what it would look like if it was fully hard.

   "Thanks, Peter.  I appreciate that, even if I don't totally agree with
it." She wasn't sure where to go from here and how the "early to arrive
eight" looked at things.  She guessed she might find out before their time
at the lake was over.

   "Thirty-nine," he repeated.  "I bet you have kids then."

   "Three."

   "And your body still looks like this?  I thought having kids ruined a
woman's shape."

   "It can, I guess.  Depends on what you do after they're born."

   "Do you work out, go to the gym, stuff like that?"

   "I work hard to keep house and manage the kids.  Plus, good genes, I
guess."

   "Something's sure as hell good.  You are solid.  I bet your body-fat
ratio is really low."

   Jerri was listening to what Peter was saying, drinking in all the
compliments, and noticing something else as well.  She wasn't sure whether
it was his words or his lengthening erection that was causing a similar
reaction in her nipples.  And, on her, the difference between fully relaxed
and fully erect might be as striking as it was on Peter.  She saw him
watching them, and she was sure he added another inch.  Too much more, and
it would be trailing in the water.

   She knew she should probably move on and maybe check on Wade's new
friend, but something was holding her fixed to the spot.  And it was no
secret what that was.

   "I hope someday that I can find someone like you and sweep her away and
marry her.  I pray she'll be able to look like you when she's ...  hell
when she's thirty, let alone thirty-nine.  And, before long, you'll be
forty, and forty is old.  Everyone knows that.  But Ms.  Jerri, you're
going to look just like this at forty; maybe even better, although I don't
know how that could be."

   Peter suddenly looked around furtively.  "Um, can we move into deeper
water to talk.  I'm ..."

   "I noticed that," Jerri said, wondering where her words were coming
from. "You've complimented me, and ...  " She glanced down at his nearly
full erection, trying to compare it to something whose length she was
familiar with.  ,It wasn't quite matching a twelve-inch ruler but was
definitely longer than the width of a piece of notebook paper -- eight and
one-half inches.

   "It's that way because of you, the way you look ...  and those nipples
of yours."

   Jerri was hearing more straight-talk, and it was making her blush again.

   "No fair," she said.  "You're in the deeper water, but I'm still
showing."

   "Then get on your knees," he suggested, the smile on his face making her
wonder.  He dropped to his knees.

   She did the same, the water at shoulder level now, and felt a pair of
fingers holding each nipple.  She inhaled sharply, knowing she should run
away, or at least walk away.  Instead, she reached out and grasped Peter's
cock.  It was a semi-grasp since her fingers were a long way from meeting
her thumb.  It was rock hard and like nothing she had ever felt before. 
Wade always told her that, like tits, they came in different sizes and
shapes, and she'd seen a few on the internet.  But this one was real -- and
she wished she had photos to share with a couple of her closest friends.

   She released him as she felt him release her nipples.

   "Wow," he said.  "I've never met a woman or girl who affected me the way
you have.  I'm going to enjoy the next few days."

   That was a little unnerving since she had certainly never met a man
besides Wade, whose cock she'd wanted to hold, and perhaps more than she
had today.  Plus, she'd actually done it and allowed her nipples to be
tugged on.  Were these few days to be that much different than the last
twenty years?  A silly question.  It already was.  She'd gotten naked ...
in front of others ...  strangers, and then ...  she could almost feel the
heat lingering in her hand.

   It was going to be an interesting next few days for sure.

   *****

   The introductions were completed, and, from the corner of his eye, he
saw a naked Jerri flying through the air.  That view was brief as he was
quickly submerged, his nose filled with water, and two arms around his
head. Struggling to right himself and surface, his hands touched lots of
smooth and bare skin.  He grabbed a quick breath, and his mouth filled not
only with air but with a soft yet firm breast as one of the ladies was on
top of him, dunking him once more.  Someone was holding his feet, and his
arms were waving, bumping lots of bare skin.  At last, his feet touched the
lake bottom, and he was ready to fend off further attacks.  But there was
only Rachel standing there now, smiling at him.

   His leap was unannounced, and her squeal was cut off as she went under.
Wade tried to hold her arms, but with her frantic struggling, breasts came
into play more than once.  He was sure she held onto his cock for long
seconds.  After that, it was a general free for all with full advantage
being taken when available, but all in good fun.  Just when he thought the
frolicking was over, he was under the water again, with Rachel's arms
around his neck, her lips pressed against his.  When he finished clearing
the water from his eyes, she was smiling at him.

   "I wanted to do that, and I got my chance," she said with a chuckle,
licking her lips

   She received a puzzled look from Wade, who hoped she'd chuckle some more
since those nearly perfect breasts jiggled when she did.

   "Why that look?" she asked.

   "Well, I wondered about the --"

   " -- Kiss," she interrupted?  She watched Wade nod.  "You're hot.  Look
over there," she said, gesturing.  "I bet Peter is telling your wife that
she's hot, too."

   "Rachel, I don't think I've ever been hot.  You're the one that's hot,"
he retorted.

   "I'm just a big-boobed twenty-one year old, and there are plenty of us
around.  But you.  How many guys in their thirties are willing to do this,
and with their wife, too?"

   Wade smiled, shaking his head.

   "What?"

   "I'm forty," he said quietly.

   "Even hotter," she said, narrowing her eyes.  And I bet you have kids."

   "Three."

   Rachel glanced at Wade's cock, knowing what it had done to produce those
children.  She'd never had thoughts like that before, maybe because she'd
never seen a cock that had produced children.  Somehow that just made it
all seem more real.

   Wade knew that if this very pretty lady continued looking at his cock
the way she was, it would certainly react.  When her eyes didn't move and
she began licking her lips, the reaction started.  As it progressed, she
smiled.

   "Wow, I'm flattered that I can make that happen," she said.

   "Rachel, I'm sure you cause this way more than you know." As Wade said
that, he was amazed that he was standing in a lake with a growing erection,
a beautiful lady with perfect tits that were staring directly at him,
causing the erection, while he casually discussed the whole thing with her.

   "Still growing," she said, jiggling her breasts back and forth.

   "You're evil," he said, dropping to his knees in the water.

   "You want to see how long I can hold my breath under water?" she asked,
cocking her head sideways.

   "If your head goes under the water, I'm outta here." He'd said it but
wasn't sure he meant it.  A beautiful twenty-something girl was teasing him
about a blowjob, and he had refused it.

   "No, no, I don't want that.  I'm enjoying you too much." She bounced
those fantastic tits back and forth in front of him.  "But, I want to see
it one more time."

   "Rachel?"

   She laughed, her breasts bouncing once again.  "I'm not going to seduce
you or steal you as if I could do that.  Is Jerri forty, too?"

   "Thirty-nine."

   She sighed.  "I hope I'm that hot when I'm thirty-nine and look like
that, too."

   "Will take a good bit of shrinkage for that to happen."

   Another laugh from Rachel.  "I guess." She met his eyes.  Is it still
growing," she asked, giggling.  "When they wiggle, it gets bigger, doesn't
it?" She looked around.  "Liz is coming -- let me see.

   Wade rose up enough for her to see his erection pointing right at her.

   Rachel laughed, biting her lip.

   "What's so funny," Liz asked as she sloshed toward them.

   "Be ready; Liz is going to torment you with her freckles."

   "You a freckle freak?" Liz asked, standing beside the crouching Wade,
her auburn muff about a foot from his face.

   Her legs were freckled, but her belly and stomach were nearly clear. 
Her breasts seemed free of freckles until near the top, where heavy
freckles extended to her shoulders and face.  As he looked, it was
difficult to get past her tits.  Not large, but it looked like she'd be
dangerous in a room full of balloons.  Wade had never seen such pointed
breasts, and the nipples only enhanced the look.  He could feel that
reaction getting even stronger.

   Rachel knew what was happening.  "He's on his knees," she said, "because
he doesn't want you to see his 'stiffie.'"

   "No shit.  I've never seen an adult hard-on," Liz giggled.  "Oh, those
four, yeah," she said, waving her arm.  "But a real man, never."

   "Go ahead, show her."

   Now Wade was torn.  He shouldn't, but these two beauties were very
tempting, and he'd already showed it to Rachel.  What harm would come from
doing it?  He stood quickly, waited five long seconds, then dropped to his
knees again.

   "You are one hot dude," Liz said, "and I won't tell." She splashed away
toward the others.

   "I wonder what we'll do tomorrow," Rachel said as she stood up and
splashed Wade as Cindy, with the other set of big ones, arrived.

   ****

   Jerri sloshed her way across the cove to where Cindy and the other
big-boobed girl still had Wade trapped -- like he was trying to get away,
she giggled to herself.  When she arrived, she pointed.

   "Cindy, and?"

   "Rachael," the other one with the nearly perfect tits said.  She smiled
at Jerri.  "We're finding out all about you," she added.

   "Wade, what are you telling them," Jerri asked, realizing both of the
girls were staring at her still very extended nipples.  They are what they
are, she decided.

   "Just how wonderful you are," he said.

   Jerri shook her head.

   "Really, he's a great guy," Rachel said, " and we're just glad it's you
two that took the last site.

   Wade looked at Jerri.  "Unless my wife objects, I think we'll dress and
go to the pizza place back near town and get some dinner.

   They did exactly that.

   As they ordered, the young server's eyes never seemed to leave Wade. 
Her smile and the cute giggles at everything he said had Jerri smiling. 
This seemed to be Wade's week for impressing young girls.  This one wasn't
naked, though, although the very tight and very short shorts, along with
the ultra-tight t-shirt left little to the imagination.

   When she brought the pizza, she was careful to rub one breast against
Wade's shoulder.

   "Just wants a big tip," he said when she left.  Jerri laughed and
nodded.

   As they dug into the pizza, Wade said, " I see Mr.  Big Dick was keeping
you well occupied over by the edge of the cove."

   "He thinks I'm hot," she said, winking at Wade.  "Just like this little
thing thinks you're hot."

   "Yeah, right," he answered, glancing across the room at the server's
cute butt.  "And do we know why Mr.  B.D.  thinks that?"

   "He just said some nice things.  Made me feel good about myself hearing
it from someone besides you.  Plus, he's almost twenty years younger than
we are."

   "I think you were fascinated with ...  "

   "Like Miss Perfect Tits wasn't holding your attention?"

   "Yeah, you're right about that.  And with all the dunking and horseplay
going on, I had them in my face more than once," he added, chuckling.

   "Poor you." The rather dreamy look on his face didn't escape Jerri.

   "I saw you getting tossed around, too, and I suspect that certain parts
of you were being touched and probably squeezed."

   Jerri smiled.  "Not what we were expecting, is it?"

   "Would you want to change anything?"

   A picture of Peter standing beside her, his full erection pointed at
her, flashed through her brain.  Would she want to change anything?  What
would she change?  It was huge.

   "No, I'm happy," she said, giggling once more.  She was sure Wade was
picturing Rachel and wondering how he could get those hooters in his face
again.  She decided, from the way Rachel seemed to dominate his time, it
would be easy if he wanted it to happen.  And she was positive he did.

   They strolled around the small town, hand in hand, enjoying the dusk and
gentle breeze.

   "You said you had some new things to show me," Wade said, squeezing her
hand.

   Jerri looked puzzled.

   "Oh," she said, grinning sheepishly.  "I'll have to think about that."

   "Think about it?  I thought you had an arsenal of weird and erotic
things to show me."

   "If you really believe that, you'd have had me showing you something
every night."

   "Probably so," he answered, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. 
"But, I have to admit it lit my fire to watch those young guys tossing you
around.  It was obvious they thought you were one sexy lady."

   Jerri chuckled.  "I was surprised; you know how I am about myself.  And
yeah, I was rubbed and squeezed, and otherwise manhandled, and it was fun
and exciting." She was nibbling her lower lip as she finished saying that.

   "And tomorrow?"

   "Que sera, sera," she said as Wade squeezed her breast.  "Ready to crawl
into the tent and find out if I do have something new up my sleeve ...  or
elsewhere?"

   He spun her around on the sidewalk and headed for the car.

   "So," Jerri said when they were nearly back to the camp.  "Did Miss
Hottie get a nice tip?"

   "Well, when you went to the restroom, she stopped by to see me." He saw
Jerri smiling and shaking her head.  "She wanted to know how long we'd be
around, and she looked disappointed when I told her just a couple more
days. But, she said to stop in again, and she'd take really good care of
me."

   "Well, when we get to the tent, I'll do my best to take really good care
of you.

   Almost unconsciously, Wade pressed a little harder on the accelerator.

   *****

   When they pulled into the parking area and walked up the knoll to the
tent, everything was quiet, and they could see small lines of light from
each of the four tents.

   "Want me to turn on the lantern?" Wade asked as he unzipped the tent
flap.  He felt Jerri's hand grasping his crotch.

   "Not unless you've forgotten what I look like naked."

   Wade groaned as she unfastened his belt.

   "Those four guys told you how hot you are.  Maybe I've missed
something," he said, his pants and boxers around his ankles.

   "You always want to get right to the fucking, so maybe you have," she
chuckled, gently pumping his growing erection.  "Now, don't move."

   He could hear the rustling behind him and knew that Jerri was stripping.
Hearing the sounds and imagining was almost better than watching.  If that
was what she was showing him tonight, he was satisfied.  His erection was
throbbing, and he wondered what was next.  It didn't take long to find out
...  his shirt was unbuttoned and pulled off.

   Jerri leaned against Wade's bare back, arms around his waist.

   "I bet you wish I was holding your cock instead of rubbing my boobs on
your back," she said as she did just that.  She could feel her nipples
stiffening and growing and a definite wetness between her legs.  "Maybe
tomorrow you can get Rachel to rub those big things on your back, and you
can compare."

   "No one can compare to those nipples of yours, babe.  Just keep
rubbing."

   That gave her ego a boost, and she was careful to touch just the thick
and extended nubs against his skin, knowing he'd be picturing them and
wanting more.

   "Want me to hold your cock, too?"

   When he didn't answer, she not only held it but gave it several hard
pumps.  She was sure his loud "Oh, shit!" could be heard at the other tents
if anyone was outside.  She grabbed his arms and turned him around.

   "There's a little moonlight, so look fast before your next surprise."

   He could see his wife's smooth and nearly flawless skin glistening in
the faint glow of the moonlight.  And the nipples seemed even better than
he thought they would.  He'd never really seen her exactly like this, and
his heart was pounding in time with the throbbing of his cock.

   "The guys are right, you're hot as hell," he gasped out.

   She smiled at that, then took his hand and led him around the tent, then
further up the knoll, looking around until she saw what she wanted.

   "You've always teased me about doing it outside.  This is no tease,
babe; we're outside."

   "You did have a surprise for me."

   "I have another." She stepped backward between two small trees,
stretching her arms wide, her hands taking hold of each one.  She carefully
moved one foot to the base of one tree, the other foot stretched out to the
other.

   "I'm yours."

   Wade had never imagined anything like this; It was so beyond the Jerri
he knew.  But the body he saw glistening in the moonlight was Jerri, the
Jerri he was anxious to get to know.  Plus, it had to be the camping, too.
Being told she was hot seemed to make her act like she believed it.  "I'm
yours," she'd said, and her eyes had never left his.

   He lowered his head and kissed her.  When his tongue probed, hers
responded in kind.  When he spread his lips to devour her, hers spread
equally wide.  Her moans were more enticing than any he'd ever heard.  When
he took hold of both of those dark and extended nipples, her eyes moved to
his once more.  When he tugged on them a little harder, she smiled, then
dropped her eyes to watch.  He was still having trouble grasping that this
was happening.

   Now behind her, his shadow covered her ass, and he moved aside. 
Standing as she was and looking like she was tied to the trees, it seemed
her gorgeous thirty-nine-year-old butt cheeks were inviting a firm slap. 
He caressed each one, then gave one a gentle pat.

   "Go ahead," she said, turning her head to look at him.

   "Go ahead?"

   "What you were thinking."

   Was she reading his mind?  "You sure?"

   She simply extended her ass.

   Wade knew if he waited, he wouldn't.  He lifted his right arm, and a
sharp slap echoed through the night air.  She smiled at him, her ass still
extended.  There was a second slap, and Wade knew that each cheek if he
could see it, would have a warm, rosy hue.

   "Now, you might like this too." His hand slid between her legs, one
finger separating her cleft and finding her clitoris.  Her body reacted. 
"Was I right?"

   "Yes," she moaned, her pussy sliding bck and forth on his finger.  What
she was doing had come to her when she was standing outside the tent.  Just
thinking about what she was going to do had her so excited, she hardly knew
who she was.  Peter had said she was hot ...  and now she knew she was. 
But Wade hadn't slowed, and she hoped she could grip the trees tight enough
not to collapse when she orgasmed, which was about to happen.

   Wade loved it when Jerri orgasmed, that often being what triggered his
own.  He slowed his finger, pressed forward, and slid inside her.

   "Wade, yes," she moaned, pressing back against him.

   Despite his intent to go slow and savor every second, the sounds of
their bodies slapping was getting louder and closer together.  His finger
was matching their movements, and, almost without warning, her body was
spasming, and she was working, without much success, to stifle her moans.
His other hand covered her mouth -- she bit his fingers as the ecstasy
totally engulfed her, his cock filling her in time with the squeezes of her
pussy.  He threw his arms around her waist, and they collapsed to the
ground together.

   They lay still, kissing whatever part of the other they could reach.

   "Do you think they heard us," Jerri whispered?

   "Jerri," he said, kissing her forehead, "that never crossed my mind."

   She chuckled.  "Me either.  But you did cover my mouth.

   "Instinct."

   More kissing and snuggling.

   "Jerri, if you've got more surprises like this one, I can hardly wait,
even though I may have a heart attack right in the middle."

   "Let's gather our clothes and climb into our sleeping bags.  I'm
exhausted."

   And that's exactly what happened.

   "You think it's safe to move, Cindy?" Rachel whispered.

   "I don't hear anything from the tent, but be quiet."

   Cindy and Rachel crept off the knoll and back toward the tents, stopping
halfway there.

   "Thanks for getting me to go with you.  How'd you know?"

   "I was just outside the tent and heard something from up there and
decided it sounded sexy.  And, with those two, I figured it would be."

   "I was looking straight up at her ...  and him, finally.  I wish the
moon was brighter so I could have seen better."

   "Still, I can't believe we just saw that," Rachel said.  Did you hear it
when he slapped her butt.  Oh my gosh, I couldn't believe that.  I've had
sex, but never anything like that." She chuckled.  I was afraid I was going
to come just from listening."

   "I know.  You thought he was hot before, but after that, what do you
think?"

   "Oh, god, I can't wait for tomorrow to spend some time with him."

   "Are you going to tell him?"

   "I can't do that; I'd die.  But just being with him and thinking about
that.  I hope I can keep from jumping him."

   "What about her?"

   "I learned a ton from just watching.  When I get a guy, I'm going to do
that and see what happens."

   "Me too.  I'd never thought of doing anything like that.  Maybe I'll ask
her how she thought it up."

   "Cindy, you won't do any such thing.  But I might."

   "That's not going to happen, Rach, and you know it."

   "Listen," Rachel said, "just ignore the noises from my sleeping bag when
we get to the tent."

   Cindy laughed.  "Um, you too," she cautioned.

   "So, you'd really do that?"

   "If I had someone to do it with, yeah."

   "What about Dave?"

   A moment of silence.  "I'm not quite to that with Dave yet."

   "If you did it, you would be."

   "Shut up, and let's get some sleep."

   Wade and Jerri were celebrated well that night, along with two unseen
witnesses.

   *****

   Jerri heard the shouts from outside first.

   "Hey, you two.  We're heading into town to get some good breakfast and
mess around.  You want to go too?"

   She raised the zipper slightly and peeked out.  There were six of them
standing there waiting for an answer.  She glanced at the still sleeping
Wade.

   "Thanks, but I think we'll pass," she said, trying to smile.

   "We'll probably be gone for two or three hours," Dave said, "so don't
worry about us."

   "Have fun," she called after their retreating backs.  She rolled over
and unzipped the tent a little further, enjoying the bright blue sky and
the sound of the birds.  She'd heard it said that, away from the city, the
birds singing could sound like a symphony, and today she believed it.  She
had lain there for maybe five minutes when she heard a voice.

   "You guys not up yet?"

   Moving her head slightly, she saw Rachel standing just a few feet from
her.

   "You're quiet," Jerri chuckled.

   "It's the birds; they drown out everything early in the morning."
Rachel, clad in a t-shirt that was nearly long enough to cover her, was
gazing around at the sky and the birds.

   "Give me a second," Jerri said.  She found where she'd tossed it and
pulled on a t-shirt that nearly matched Rachel's, except it extended to
mid-thigh.  She slipped out of the tent without disturbing Wade.  "I think
this shirt has shrunk," she lamented with a sign.

   "It looks good on you," Rachel said.  "I hope I look that good when I'm
forty."

   Jerri chuckled.  "Thirty-nine."

   "Oh, shit, sorry."

   "No problem.  The compliment overcomes the slipup."

   "I mean it, though.  You have to know that all those guys think you're a
babe."

   "I've heard.  Wade has said a few things too."

   "Wade is as hot as you are," Rachel said, not able to keep the pink from
creeping into her cheeks.

   "He's said a few things about you as well."

   Rachel's eyes widened.

   "Look, you've got to know you have an effect on men.  Perfectly shaped
and huge boobs, small waist, shapely hips, a perfect butt, and those long,
long legs.  He can't believe we were lucky enough to get this place and
have you guys here, particularly you.

   "I just love being around him, talking to him, and, well, horsing around
like we do.  Il hope you don't mind."

   "You keep it up, then, and non, I don't mind.  He enjoys being around
you; even told me about having those boobs smashed against his face a
couple of times."

   "Oh, god."

   "No, no.  Do whatever you want, within reason, of course.  It jacks up
his ego and," she giggled, "I get the benefit of that." It was Jerri's turn
to have the pink cheeks.

   Rachel was looking at Jerri's pink cheeks and nibbling her lower lip. 
Cindy had kind of dared her to do it, but it wasn't that simple.  She
wasn't sure she could, but ...

   "Your cheeks are turning bright red," Jerri said.  "Are you thinking
about what you're going to do with Wade?"

   "Not exactly, but ...  you're serious.  I'm allowed to mess with him."

   "He'll be shocked at first but afraid to stop it.  If you did that, you
might avoid him, and he wouldn't want that.  So, here, he'll let you do
stuff and wonder.  And you can suggest what he might try with you."

   Rachel could see lumps beginning to form on the front of Jerri's t-shirt
and was sure the same was happening to her own, just to a lesser degree. 
But she loved what Jerri was saying.

   "You're thinking, aren't you?"

   "Yeah, and wondering.  I've noticed that Peter seems to enjoy cornering
you.  Do the same rules apply there?"

   Jerri remembered her nipples being pulled and the feel of Peter's cock
in her hand.  They had applied with her long before Wade.

   "Yeah, they do."

   Rachel chuckled.  "Well, you can have that thing; it kind of disgusts me
for some reason."

   "I'm not exactly taking that thing she replied.  But, it can be fun to
mess around, right?"

   "I'm going to find out," she said.  And, with the talk about Peter's
biggie, her courage had been boosted to new levels.  "And I promise not to
do anything like you two did last night."

   "Wait, what?" Jerri saw the crimson extending down Rachel's neck and
onto her chest.  "You ...  you saw something last night."

   "You guys were a little loud, and, yeah."

   Jerri closed her eyes.  "I'll never be able to look at you again," she
said, shaking her head.

   "Oh my gosh, no.  It was fantastically beautiful.  I learned more
watching you than I could from anything else.  Don't tell Wade.  It'll be
our secret."

   "I can't believe.  I'd promised Wade a surprise, and when we got to the
tent, that just popped into my head.  I'm ...  we're ...  oh, shit.  "

   "Hot as hell," Rachel said, finishing Jerri's remark.  "Cindy was there
too, but I'll take care of controlling her.  And I wish things like that
would just pop into my mind.  It would sure as hell surprise the guys I'm
with."

   Jerri cringed, then smiled.  "Yes, you're not allowed to do that with
him, so don't let any of those ideas pop into your head for a few days."

   "Good morning, ladies," Wade said, peeping out through the opening in
the tent.  He yawned.  "I could use a shower."

   Two laughs followed that, but Jerri was looking at Rachel and winked. 
"Grab two bars of soap, and we'll take care of that," she said.

   The three walked to the lake where Peter was standing on the shore,
looking out across the water.  Hey, Jerri," he said, nearly ignoring the
other two.

   Both ladies quickly doffed the t-shirts while Wade stepped out of his
shorts.  Two bars of soap were held aloft as Rachel grabbed Wade's arm and
Jerri took hold of Peter's.  It took two or three steps into the water for
the light to dawn.  The pace of the splashing quickly increased.

   When they were in knee-deep water and separated from the other two,
Rachel stopped and smiled at Wade.

   "I can't give you a shower," she said, "but I can give you a bath.  Get
yourself good and wet."

   Wade just stared at her.  "You're going to ...  to give me a bath.  You
mean, wash me ...  all over?"

   "And then you're going to wash me," she continued.  "All over ... 
everywhere." She made sure her breasts were pointed directly at him.

   "Rachel, I can't do that.  I mean ..."

   "Don't worry, it'll be fine.  And what do you think Jerri and Peter are
doing on the other side of the cove?"

   When Wade looked, he could see Jerri lathering up Peter's chest.  He
looked back at Rachel.

   "We had a little talk this morning.  Now get wet."

   A little talk?  Rachel had a bar of soap, and she was going to wash him
all over.  His cock was already on the rise just from that thought.  When
he thought about washing her, it was quickly at full staff.

   "Goodness," Rachel teased.  "It's only a bath." Mimicking Jerri, she'd
started on his chest, lathering him with the bar of soap, then using her
bare hands.  She smiled as she watched his cock bouncing up and down, and
she wondered if it was from his movements or just the pounding of his
heart. She carefully washed his back, then his butt, enjoying the different
feel of his small crop of dark hair.  When she spread his cheeks to be sure
every part of him was being cleaned, he grunted.

   "Rachel, you don't have to --"

   "--Everything," she interrupted.  "I'm kind of enjoying this, and I hope
you are too."

   He was sure the other everything would be washed soon.  And enjoying it?
Not quite on a par with making love with Jerri, but not trailing very far.

   As Rachel slid her soapy hands up and down his legs, she was trying to
decide.  It was right there, now nearly in front of her face, but how was
she going to wash it?  She knew that if her hands spent too much time
washing, she might see something similar to what she'd seen last night, and
she didn't want that for sure.  She wanted an adventure for each of them,
something to remember.  But it was time.

   She began with his balls, being careful to cover every bit of his sac,
but gently.  She wasn't surprised to hear a groan as she did that.  When
she took hold of his erection, she was amazed at how hard and stiff it was.
She chuckled to herself as she remembered some babysitting she'd done with
boy babies and the instructions she'd received about giving them a bath,
and particularly how to care for certain parts.  She pushed the foreskin
back as far as it would go and washed carefully around the rim, noting an
entire change in Wade's posture and look.

   "Oh, god, Rachel.  If you do that very long, I'm going to be washing
you-know-what off of you."

   She stopped immediately, sure that when Jerri had told her to do
whatever, whatever didn't involve bringing him to an orgasm.  But she did
savor every second that cock spent in her hands.

   She took a deep breath.  "Okay, rinse yourself good.  It's my turn."

   Wade was completely under the water for long seconds, then stood.  "Get
yourself wet."

   Rachel followed Wade's lead and submerged completely, then stood in
front of him.  As he looked at her, he knew he had to say it after what had
just happened to him.

   "Rachel, a beautiful naked lady, standing in front of me with water
rivulets running off a nearly flawless body and wet hair clinging to her
face and shoulders, has to be about the sexiest thing I can imagine.  You
ready to be thoroughly washed?"

   She simply closed her eyes, ready, expecting him to start with her back
and tease himself a little.

   Wade started on her breasts.  There were other parts to tease him, but
those breasts were what he wanted right this moment..  They were rubbed
over and over, then lifted so that the swell of her under breasts could be
cleaned, or at least thoroughly massaged and caressed.  With each pass, he
could feel her nipples hardening and lengthening.  He finally moved to her
back.

   "Rachel, you have muscles," he said, sounding a little surprised.

   "Girls can have muscles," she answered, moving her arms and flexing her
shoulders as his hands moved back and forth.  "Yeah, but ..."

   "But what?"

   "They're as freaking sexy as the rest of you is."

   "Good," she replied as his hands moved to her butt.  When she began to
flex those muscles, too, he almost didn't know how to react.

   "I have muscles everywhere," she said.  With where his hands were and
where they were about to go, his dirty little mind reminded him how hard
Jerri could squeeze him when she was orgasming.  He flushed the natural
next thought before it could grab hold of him.

   "Wade, that's enough," he heard, realizing that, as his mind had been
tormenting him, his soapy hand was sliding up and down the cleft between
her butt cheeks and, he was sure, over the crinkled red place where his
eyes now focused.

   Instinctively he stopped and patted her ass.  "Rachel, I'm --"

   "--Just keep going," she interrupted.

   He did her legs from the back, amazed at their length, shape, ...  and
muscles, and twice his nose bumped a firm and shapely butt cheek.  He
decided he'd love to watch her work out some time.  But, it was time for
that last place.

   She was looking off across the lake.

   Rachel, I don't have to do this, you know." Her eyes slowly swung across
to meet his.

   "Yes, you do," she said firmly, spreading her legs slightly as she did.

   Wade decided that if she was willing to look him in the eye, he could do
that too.  He lathered his hands, tossed the soap to the bank, and slid one
hand down her mons and between her legs.  He tried to keep the hand to one
side or the other, but she was moving, and he wasn't totally successful. 
Her eyes never wavered, but her breathing did change noticeably.  He
withdrew the hand.

   "I think you're clean," he said.

   Her eyes never wavering, she said, "Are you sure?  You'd better check."

   He couldn't keep the smile from his face.  Seeing what he was about to
see on Rachel was a dream, a fantasy fulfilled.  He dropped to his knees
and tilted his head slightly as she spread her legs a little further.  The
soap had nearly dissipated, and her bare and puffy labia were six inches
from his face.  At the very bottom of her cleft, there was just a tiny bit
of inner protruding.  At the top, her clit was totally covered by the hood,
thank goodness.  He stood.

   "Am I free to rinse?"

   He stepped aside, and Rachel dove into the still shallow water, emerging
in the deeper part.  She smiled at Wade and then slowly lay back, floating,
with only her face and breasts above the surface.

   "Have you always been this much of a tormentress?" Wade asked with a
laugh.

   "Not a bit.  This is all spur of the moment ...  and you inspire me."

   "So you and Jerri had a conversation this morning, and this is what
developed from it?"

   "As a result of it, I guess.  She said you, well, found me fascinating
and, within reason, I could help you have a fun few days here since I felt
the same way about you." She looked over her shoulder at the opposite shore
of the cove.  "It seems to be working with both of you."

   "Yeah, I don't worry about her, and I guess she doesn't worry about me
either."

   Rachel thought of last night and decided that if someone would do that
with her, she wouldn't worry about them either.  But that was her and
Jerri's secret.

   "Want to just float around and talk until those two are finished?"

   For a second, Wade watched Peter washing Jerri's butt.  "Sure," he said,
turning his attention to Rachel's still-erect nipples.

   *****

   "We're going to do what?" Peter said, shaking his head.

   "You're going to give me a bath, and you're to wash every bit of me. 
Every bit."

   Peter's eyes were wide, and he nodded slightly.

   "And when you've done that, I'm going to wash every bit of you.  Every
bit," she said, watching his erection grow until it disappeared in the
deeper water.  They crossed the neck-deep portion of the cove, then slowly
emerged from the water as they neared the far shore.

   "You mean, I'm going to rub soap all over you and, and..."

   "And then clean me thoroughly with your bare hands."

   "Am I dreaming?"

   "Do you feel like you're dreaming?"

   "I guess I just walked through that water, and I could feel you holding
onto me, so I must not be dreaming.  But, you're like a dream."

   "Peter, I think you've developed an infatuation with me, and it's making
you feel the way you are."

   "I think I understand infatuation, but you seem to always be with me."

   Now there was a thought.  Infatuation.  Infatuation with that immense
cock that was pointing directly at her that she would be holding in her
hand soon.  "You're right," she said, "so maybe it works in both
directions."

   He took hold of one of her hands.  "Do you always wear this red polish?"

   Almost always, yes.  Why, do you like it?"

   "I love it.  And the nails are just so.  Very sexy," he added.  "And the
toenails match.  More sexy."

   With Peter, Jerri knew she didn't need additional "sexy," but still,
compliments were always nice.

   He smiled.  "Fine," he said, "and I guess it does go both directions. 
But may I ask you a question?"

   "Sure."

   Peter looked hesitant.  "Did you say you had three children?"

   "I don't know if I said it, but I do."

   "That's amazing.  I don't understand a lot about that, of course, but
..." He looked away, and his cheeks had pinked slightly.

   "Go ahead," she said.  "You obviously have a question about something."

   He took a deep breath.  "Well, the babies I've seen are pretty big, and
I know, well, they have to come out."

   Jerri smiled.  "They do that."

   "And I know where they come out."

   "Out the vagina." She answered the unspoken question.

   "And I know it stretches; I learned some of that in a class I took one
time.  And it hurts ...  a lot."

   Jerri was enjoying this and had an idea where it was heading.

   "You've had three of them, and ..."

   "Okay, Peter.  The vagina stretches, and the baby is born.  Then,
slowly, it returns to normal, or nearly normal.  You could ask Wade about
that.  But, you're concerned that having the babies damages something, and
it's never the same again."

   His face was bright red, and he was nodding.

   Jerri bit her lower lip, sat down on the bank, and spread her legs. 
"See," she said.  "No damage." She felt her nipples hardening as Peter
stared at her wide-open pussy.

   "Good," he said.  "It looks gorgeous."

   "You ready to wash me?"

   "Jerri, yes."

   "Start wherever you'd like," she said, holding her arms out from her
sides, ready to be rubbed all over with soapy hands.

   Peter began on her back, giving her nipples as long as possible to grow
to their full length.  He was certainly a breast man, but more
specifically, a nipple man.  Something about them fascinated him, and he
had found the epitome in Jerri.  He guessed they had been about a half-inch
long when he had held them between his fingers yesterday.  He could hardly
wait to wash her breasts.

   He had finished her back, debated a second, then stepped around in front
of her and found a big smile there to greet him.  He began washing her
stomach, and it wasn't difficult for her to see he was enjoying his task.
She watched his hands move to her breasts, lifting them and washing. 
Finally, he was "washing" them with a kneading motion, the nipples extended
between his fingers and still growing modestly with the additional
attention.  She knew that, on some nights, Wade used his lips to enhance
the results, but that wasn't going to happen with Peter.

   He washed her butt and legs, then, very tentative, his hand went between
her legs.  He didn't seem conscious of caressing one side or the other as
he washed, and her breathing was getting deeper and fast from the pressure
on her clit.  He finally was finished.

   "I can't believe that just happened, Jerri.  I touched every bit of that
perfect body of yours."

   "I enjoyed it too, Peter, and I appreciate that you look past my flaws."
She put her finger to his lips as he tried to speak.  "But now it's my
turn, and I hope we both enjoy it."

   She began washing, and, as long as her hands stayed in contact with him,
it was almost like he was purring.  If she removed her hands, when she
touched him again, his reaction was like the first time she'd touched him.
With her haste to get to where she wanted to be, she probably cheated him
out of some pleasure.  But she was there, and his throbbing erection lay
across her soapy hand.  His eager eyes watched hers.

   "You know," she said, giving his cock a squeeze, "this is as fascinating
to me as my nipples are to you." She held it in two hands, but not all of
it.  But she was supposed to be washing and not simply fondling.  She
released him, lathered her hands, then took hold again to an audible groan
from Peter.  She moved her hands up and down the length of the frothy rod,
her fingers far from meeting on the opposite side.  She was fascinated by
what she was doing and realized she was moving faster and faster with her
washing when a thick stream of milky liquid surprised her as it shot out
and hit her belly.  She released him, but more streams followed, the last
bit clinging to the head.

   "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" he exclaimed, his eyes wide.

   "It was my fault," she said, "not yours."

   He looked chagrined.  "It felt so good I couldn't tell you to stop."

   Jerri appreciated that.  "Consider it a special treat," she said, "and
it's a secret, okay?"

   "It's a secret, for sure," he assured her.  A huge grin crossed his
face. "It was a special treat that I'll never forget." He took the soap
from Jerri, splashed water on her belly, and carefully washed her.  "I
should have aimed a little higher, and I'd have had another special treat."

   They both laughed at that.

   "One last time," she said, and he gave each nipple a quick pull.

   They headed back toward Wade and Rachel, knowing the neck-deep water
would give them a final rinse.

   *****

   Clad in her mid-thigh length t-shirt with the immense nipple bumps,
Jerri accompanied Wade in his gym shorts to their trailer.  They met the
other six returning from town.

   "The food was good, but we ran out of things to do, so we decided to
come back and have some fun," Cindy said.  "What have you two been up to?"

   Jerri laughed.  "We took baths," she said.  There are bars of soap on
the shore."

   "Yeah, wouldn't hurt to get clean," Brandon confirmed.

   "We washed each other,"

   "So you and Wade washed each other," Liz giggled, "and ...  Rachel and
Peter?"

   "No, no, Rachel was with Wade, and I was with Peter," Jerri corrected,
smiling.

   That had the newly arrived six looking at each other.

   "Is everyone game," Marcy asked.  "We came back to have fun."

   Hearing nothing, Cindy asked, "Um, how do we divide up?"

   "Let Jerri and Wade decide."

   Jerri looked at Wade, ran to the tent, and was back in about two
minutes.

   "There's a one, a two, and a three in each hand.  Girls draw from my
right and guys from my left.  Matches bathe each other, okay?  Is everyone
still in?" Six grunts and nods.  "Alphabetic order.  Cindy, Liz, and Marcy
for the girls.  Brian, Dave, and Landon for the guys.

   Cindy drew the two.  Next, Brian drew the one.  Liz was next and drew
the one also and headed off with Brian.  Dave drew, and he had a two.  He
smiled at Cindy, who smiled back.  That left Landon and Marcy, who headed
toward the lake, Landon a step behind, admiring Marcy's butt and legs.  It
was decided, and Wade and Jerri wondered what might develop from this
adventure.

   *****

   As the six newly excited bathers dashed away toward the lake,
anticipating their new adventure, Jerri squeezed Wade's hand as they headed
up the knoll toward the tent.

   Jerri's mind was in high gear, and what she was thinking was not
something she was ready to share with him -- not at all.  She'd agreed to
the tenting, thinking a little nostalgia might be fun, even though it
wouldn't have been her first choice for this special time.  When they
arrived, set up the tent, and headed for the lake, she was feeling her
thirty-nine years as she put on the two-piece suit, thinking it would be
more appropriate to wear the one-piece.

   When they found the eight twenty-somethings skinny dipping, and they
suggested she join them, she had nearly panicked.  How could a dowdy
thirty-nine-year-old, naked, compare with those sleek and slick-bodied
girls.  Her mind immediately told her, '"no way." But between Wade and the
eight eagerly watching her ...  and waiting, and the realization that they
were off for a few days of fun away from the kids, the tenting and
remembering her younger years and the things she hadn't done, something
clicked, and she stripped.  With Wade's help and encouragement, of course.

   The near gushing of the four young guys and their repeatedly telling her
how "hot" she was had its effect for sure.  On that first day, when Peter
had sort of guided her away from the others, and he had taken hold of her
nipples as she felt her huge cock growing in her hand, it had been a first.

   After that, Jerri didn't know whether the excitement she was feeling was
appropriate, or whether she should be feeling guilty.  When she talked with
Wade, and he related having Rachel's gorgeous boobs smashed against his
face, and probably in his mouth if he'd admit it, she felt much better.

   They had no formal agreement but understood that almost anything short
of outright sex was acceptable, and they were to have fun.

   What she had done that first night up on the knoll and between the two
trees was beyond anything she'd ever done before, and to find out that both
Rachel and Cindy had watched only increased the afterglow that resulted
from it.  Sex had always been the centerpiece of her and Wade's life, and
dodging the children to get it done seemed to enhance the excitement.

   Bathing each other has seemed to push the limits, and Peter's pulling on
her nipples paled in light of his ejaculating all over her belly.  But if
they were looking for excitement, they'd certainly found it.  When she
pictured Rachel carefully washing every bit of Wade, she wondered how close
he'd come to mirroring what had happened with Peter.  Probably very close
if she knew Wade.

   And that was leading to her dilemma.  She loved Wade more than anything,
and there was no one else in the world she wanted to share her sex with. 
She'd been thinking about what being unfaithful meant.  She might have to
look it up, maybe study a little.  What she wanted wasn't sex, she kept
telling herself.

   She just wanted to know how having Peter's giant erection inside her
would feel.

   She didn't want to have sex with him, nor have it move in and out, just
enter and stay there until she could digest the feeling; the stretching she
was sure would happen, and how she'd feel if it actually bottomed against
her cervix.

   There.  She hadn't actually said it, but she'd certainly thought it. 
She gave Wade's hand a squeeze, as much to assure herself he was still
there as anything else.

   "What's up?" he said, reacting to the squeeze.

   "Just letting me know how much I love you." She gave him a big smile,
suddenly wary of the look that crossed his face.

   "You know," he said.  "Those two trees are still in good shape up there
on the higher part of the knoll."

   "Wade, it's the middle of the day." She'd never dreamed he'd bring that
up, but maybe after what she'd been thinking, she should go ahead.

   "They're all in the lake washing each other.  They won't bother us."

   "Rachel and Peter aren't in the lake."

   "Oh, yeah, forgot about that.  But they know us pretty well.  They could
just watch."

   She hit him in the stomach with her fist, not as hard as she could, but
enough to let him know he'd been hit.

   "You'd probably enjoy that," she said, laughing.  "I bet she washed you
really, really, well, and if she missed anywhere, you pointed it out to
her."

   Wade remembered how well she'd washed him and what had been about to
happen.

   "She didn't miss anyplace, that's for sure."

   "Wade, you're blushing.  What happened?" she asked with a chuckle.

   "You were over there with Peter.  I bet if I asked the right question,
you'd blush too."

   Maybe more than blush," she thought as she remembered.  But she needed
to push a little about his blush, unusual for Wade.

   "Don't change the subject.  We'll get to that later.  What happened with
Rachel that caused this episode of pink cheeks?"

   Wade nibbled his lip, gazing at Jerri.  "This has all been so different,
but I guess I can say it.  Rachel washed everything, then whispered that
she had saved the best till last.  I bet you did the same with Peter."

   She had to agree with him there.

   "Well, she used to babysit little boys, and she'd have to give them a
bath.  She'd been taught something special about making sure they were
clean."

   "Oh my gosh, she didn't."

   "She did, and another few seconds, and the way she was looking and doing
it, she'd have gotten a face full." Wade was breathing hard just thinking
about it.

   Should she?  Jerri debated for a few seconds.

   "Peter did," she said, sure her cheeks were now pink.

   "On your face?" Wade looked alarmed.

   "No, my belly, and it was a lot and all-of-a-sudden.  I mean, I had
barely ...  "

   "I try to tell you that you're the sexiest female on the planet, but you
won't believe me.  You have to have some big-dick stranger tell you," he
said with a chuckle.

   "Show me how sexy I am," she said, her voice already husky, as she ran
toward the high spot on the knoll and the two trees.

   It was as good as the first time if quite a bit quicker.  They lay in
the grass longer, the nipple bumps on her t-shirt more than simple bumps
after Wade had worked them over.

   "What would you like to do most with Rachel?"

   That brought a questioning look from Wade.  "Is that a genie in the
bottle question, or is it actuality?"

   "If we weren't married, I know you'd bop her at the first chance, and I
wouldn't blame you a bit.  She's very exceptional.  But, let's stick within
our limits that we never really established.

   "That's a different question, and I'm almost afraid to answer it."

   "Listen, my man Wade.  I'm lying here in your arms in the grass with
your fluid leaking out of me, so I don't think your answer to the question
is going to change anything."

   "Probably true," he said and rolled over slightly to face her.  "Holy
shit, how do those things keep from tearing holes in that shirt?"

   She laughed and lifted the shirt, so it was around her neck.  "There,"
she said.  "Better?" Her bare nipples were right in front of his face, and
one was quickly between his lips.

   "Not too hard, she groaned as he moved to the other one." She knew from
years of experience that baring her breasts to display her nipples brought
an almost instant response from Wade.  It was something she'd often used
when she felt he might be too tired for a night of fun.

   "There, now they'll poke holes in that shirt."

   "And now, you'd better answer the question," she said, lowering her
shirt.

   "You probably know the answer without me answering."

   What if I can work it out with her?"

   Wade's eyes widened.  "I haven't said what yet, plus, she'll want
something in return."

   "Which I'm sure you'll be reluctant to give her."

   Wade smiled.  "You win.  But the imp of mischief is whispering in my ear
that you have something in mind for yourself as well."

   "Of course.  So I think I can work out both of them."

   "Humm," he said, eyeing her almost suspiciously.

   Jerri began lifting her shirt.

   "Oh, shit.  Arrange away."

   She kissed him and started toward Rachel's tent.

   "Have you been taking care of my man?" Rachel said as she glanced at
Jerri's chest.

   An accompanying laugh from Jerri.  "At the little trees," she answered.

   "No shit.  In the daylight?"

   "Everything happens faster in the daylight."

   "I bet.  Yeah, I bet."

   I have a proposal for you; it involves Wade, but I understand if you're
wary."

   "I'll have to admit that these past couple of days have been, well,
different, and when I found that eight of us were tenting together, I
expected that topless or naked swimming might happen.  No way would I end
up sleeping in a tent with a guy.  I'm not there yet.  Plus, I've made no
secret of how much I've enjoyed Wade."

   "Including bathing him?"

   "And him bathing me."

   "I'm sure it will be a while before the bathers return, so we have time
for a little more fun if you're game."

   Rachel looked at Jerri for long seconds.  "You're sure?" she asked
quietly.  "I mean, when he was washing me earlier, I was so into it, and
him, I nearly ...  you know.  I can't help myself."

   "That's the way it should be, like some kind of a game.  You give your
all, play your hardest, and, when it's over, you walk away."

   "With memories."

   "Yes, with memories."

   "What's your proposal?"

   "After the tree thing, I teased Wade, asking him what he'd really like
to do with you."

   "Oh, god."

   "No, no, we understand the limits, and I'm guessing, from what's already
happened, you understand them too."

   Rachel nodded.

   "He'll come down here and tell you what that thing is.  If you agree,
it'll happen, then he has to do whatever you want."

   A huge smile engulfed Rachel's face.  "I'm sure I'll do it.  But I need
to do some thinking."

   "If it's too much, just say no."

   She laughed.  That won't happen."

   Jerri crawled out of the tent and gave the "come on down" wave to Wade,
who came at a jog.

   "On the way," she called through the tent flap and headed across the low
area toward Peter's tent.

   She unzipped the flap and peeked into the tent.  Peter was playing a
game on his phone.

   "Hi," she said, crawling inside.

   "Jerri," he replied, surprised.  He took a deep breath when he saw what
she was wearing.

   "We have a while before the others get back, and I hate to waste it."
She sat on the end of his sleeping bag and pulled the t-shirt off.  "Wade
and I have a deal.  Tell me what you'd like to do and, within reason, we'll
do it.  Then, I get to do the same with you."

   "Oh, shit, really?" Peter took a deep breath, staring at Jerri's chest.
"We've done a lot."

   She chuckled.  "No question there." She could tell that Peter was
thinking as he gazed up at the roof of the tent.  Slowly, his eyes dropped
to hers.

   "You're amazing," he said, giving her body a top to bottom viewing. 
"Could we just sit here and talk, you naked, and me however you'd like me.
I'd really like that I'm going to study you so I'll have a picture etched
into my brain when these days are over."

   Jerri certainly wasn't ready for that, but she and Peter had already
been about as far as that "within reason" would allow.  And talking to him
would be different, and she had no idea what he might want to talk about.
Plus, with what she had in store for Peter, he might as well get naked now.

   "Naked," she said simply and watched him strip off his bathing trunks,
his erection still in the process of growing.  "Do you like my nipples?"
she asked, grasping and pulling on them enough to stretch her breasts.

   In just a few seconds, Peter was completely hard.

   Jerri's mind was already in gear, and seeing the giant erection right in
front of her, it made the decision.

   "I've got an idea.  Why don't we do what I wanted from you first, and
then we can talk." She was already breathing hard and was having trouble
looking Peter in the eye.

   He smiled.  "Okay, he said, anxious to find out what she had in store
for him.

   One more deep breath.  "LIe down right here," she said, moving off the
sleeping bag.  He did just that, and, if it wasn't so heavy, his erection
would have stood straight up.  Instead, it leaned slightly to one side.

   It was now or never.  She quickly straddled a now wide-eyed Peter.  She
wrapped a hand around his cock.

   Now she looked him in the eye.  "I want to find out what this feels like
inside me, and that's all.  I'm going to put it in and leave it there for a
few seconds.  If you feel like you might come," she cautioned, "you tell
me, okay?" As she said that, she heard a loud groan from somewhere outside
the tent--it sounded like Wade's voice.  It made her heart thump a little
harder if that was possible.

   Peter shook his head.

   Jerri carefully lined things up and felt it press against her labia. 
She lowered herself a little more, and it separated them, ready and
waiting. She slowly lowered her hips, feeling it push inside.  She was wet,
but this was different.  More lowering, and she could feel herself
stretching -- it reminded her of her first time.  More cautious movement,
waiting for it to hurt, but it didn't.  Just stretching, a warm and
comfortable feeling, actually.  She knew it was where nothing had ever been
and wondered how much more there was ...  of her.  A little more, and she
was against Peter, just a tiny twinge telling her it had reached the
bottom. That made her smile that she was able to take it all, and she
closed her eyes, savoring the feeling.

   Her brain was counting off the seconds, but her body was sending a
different message.  Just as what she was doing was more, her body was
wanting even more, and she was fighting that feeling even as she counted.
She closed her eyes and got to ten.  It was now or never.  Gritting her
teeth, she slowly raised herself until she was clear.  She glanced at
Peter, who looked like he was ready to die, and she smiled.

   This "new" Jerri was already almost more than she could handle, and she
knew she had to constantly be alert and not let her libido overwhelm her
good sense.

   "You know I would have loved to ask for that," he said, "but I didn't
know."

   "It's probably the only chance in my lifetime that I'll get to do that.
So I did it"

   "Well, you're welcome to do lt with me any time," Peter said, still
breathing hard.  He'd never been around a married woman before and wondered
how far he'd have gone if she hadn't stopped it.

   Jerri laughed.  " That's not going to happen," she said, "but I'm ready
to talk." She settled back onto the sleeping bag, purposely crossing her
legs in front of her leaving herself very exposed.  She felt that, after
what she'd done and the fact that he simply wanted to talk, she should do
that.  But she couldn't help wondering.

   "It surprised me that you did that," he said, sitting on the opposite
end of the bag.  I had a couple of dates with Rachel, and she can be a
little, well, wild sometimes, I've heard.  But she wanted nothing to do
with ..." He glanced down at his now drooping erection.  "I had the same
thing with three others.  Only one time did my date ..." He paused, looking
unsure of what to say.

   "Agreed to have sex with you?" Jerri said, helping him along.

   "Yeah.  And I never had another date with her.  I think she'd talked to
the others and just wanted to see what it was like."

   "Like me?"

   "That's different, Jerri." It was different and better, he decided,
since she was who she was.

   "In a way, I guess."

   They continued talking for another fifteen minutes, mostly about females
and why they're like they are, but he was also curious about how she and
Wade had gotten together.  They stopped and dressed when they heard the
voices of the returning bathers.

   *****

   Wade was panting gently when he pushed his head into Rachel's tent.

   "You're anxious," she said, chuckling.

   He smiled and rubbed his hands together.

   Jerri filled me in on what's going on." She lowered her head, lifting
her eyelids in a sexy, questioning look.  "Have you come up with
something?"

   "I've come up with so many things; I'm not sure where to start or what
to do."

   "Wade, I'm not that exciting."

   A loud laugh from Wade.

   Despite their bantering, she was getting excited, wondering what he had
in store for her.  Plus, as she looked at him, she could hardly wait to see
his response to what she had planned.

   "Who goes first?"

   Wade shrugged.

   Rachel put both hands behind her back, which stretched her t-shirt tight
across her breasts.

   "I'm holding one or two fingers," she said.  "Guess right, and you go
first.  Wrong, and it's me."

   "One."

   She twisted sideways to show him her hand, which stretched her shirt
even tighter.

   "Well, see?  Wade," she said, chuckling, "look at my hands, not my
boobs."

   "Oh, yeah.  It's two, so you're first."

   "Yep.  So, take the trunks off," she said, pulling her shirt off as
well. Both were naked.  "Get on your knees." He did.  "When I was washing
you, I think we were close to something happening."

   Wade remembered that and knew it had been less than minutes from
happening.  She was smiling at him when the light dawned.

   "Rachel?"

   "I've had sex four or five times, and that always happened into a
condom." She bit hard on her lower lip.  "I want to see it."

   Now, all sorts of pictures were filling Wade's head, and he was scanning
them, wondering which was about to happen.  She'd seemed to know the limits
before, but was she willing to ignore them and do whatever she wanted?  And
was he willing to let that happen?  Her hands were moving toward him, and
he knew he was about to find out.

   Wade tried to look Rachel in the eye, but with her wonderful breasts so
close, it was difficult not to look there.  Plus, the pictures racing
through his brain were hard to ignore.

   Her left hand lifted his cock, and her right went to his balls, her
fingernails gently raking the rough skin over and over, punctuated by
occasional squeezing.  She watched Wade's eyes close as his nostrils
flared, accompanied by nearly inaudible groans.  He wasn't resisting, and
she knew she was going to get what she wanted.  Continuing with her
fingernails, her other hand began to move on his erection, sliding to the
base where she gripped it tightly.  The head was bare, the rim a bright red
color.  She'd had sex before, but she'd never done anything like this.  But
she might the next time.

   "Remember when I was washing, and I held you like this?" she asked,
squeezing a little tighter.

   A small nod.

   She bent slightly and exhaled on the head, her face just inches away. 
Now Wade was watching carefully.  She moved closer, just an inch away.  She
blew on the head, moving her head back and forth as she did.

   "I could just open my mouth, swallow that thing, and I suspect it would
happen quickly," she teased.  There was a long pause.  "I bet I'm not
supposed to do that.  But what if I did?  Would you let me?"

   Wade had to admit he wanted that, could see her glistening lips right
there, and could almost feel it happening.  He wondered if she was serious
when she'd asked if he'd let her.  If he said yes, would she?.  If it was
totally up to him ...  he wasn't sure.  Was no answer saying yes?.

   "You're not sure, are you?  I mean, it's right here.  I bet you can feel
my breath on it." She made sure he could.

   Another loud groan from Wade, who definitely could feel her warm breath
on his cock as her lips were only an inch away.  It was all he could do to
keep from flexing his hips forward and ...

   "But then I might not see it happen," she added.  "I've made your
decision for you.  And after I've fantasized for a year about doing
something like this, it has to happen just right.  Should I keep playing
with your balls, or would you rather I do something else?  Is there
something that Jerri just won't do?  Do you have some other fantasy you'd
like me to take care of

   For a young girl, he certainly knew how to torment him.  Maybe she knew
how it was making him feel.  Maybe she'd keep it up.

   No," he groaned.  At least none he could ask her to take care of.

   "I figured that.  I guess I'll have to improvise."

   One more hard pull to the base, and she carefully spit on the head. 
Once and then twice.

   "Picking up where I was earlier, only this time it's going to happen."

   She began rubbing just behind the rim as she'd done earlier, then added
her thumb and a little more lubrication.  When louder sounds began coming
from his throat, she simply gripped his cock and began pumping harder.

   "Whoa," she said, jerking in surprise when a rope of milky liquid
erupted onto her left breast, accompanied by an even louder groan from
Wade. A big smile as she directed the second one to the other breast.  The
next two hit her belly, two landed on the sleeping bag, and the last clung
to her thumb.  Reluctant to release him, her hand moved slowly back and
forth.

   Wade wasn't about to tell her to stop as that hand was still producing
wonderful sensations.

   "So, Mr.  Wade, should I be worried about what you're going to want from
me?" she asked, her hand still in motion.

   Wade wondered how he could do what he'd planned with her continuing what
she was doing.  That wasn't going to work, so he lifted himself onto his
elbows.

   "Should I stop?" she said, giggling.

   "Yes ...  no ...  yes," he said, letting her know she had certainly
found his triggers.

   She released him and leaned backward, reaching for the towel wadded up
in the corner of the tent.  Wade wished he had his phone so he could take a
photo of his view of her breasts.

   "You want to help or just watch?"

   "I'll watch."

   She lifted one breast and carefully wiped it clean of the sticky liquid.
She did the same to the other one, then wiped her belly.  She cleaned the
sleeping bag as best she could, but wet spots remained there.  When she
finished, she held up her hand, and Wade was surprised that the last string
was still clinging to her thumb.  She was smiling and looking at him.

   "What?"

   "Just wondering how brave and daring I am," she said, still smiling.

   "I can answer that if you'd like." She's sure as hell done more than
he'd ever imagined she would.

   "No need." She lifted her hand to her face, and her tongue probed the
remnant.  She smiled again and wiped her hand with the towel.  "Never done
that before," she added.  "Not a whole lot of taste.  Now, what do you have
in store for me?" she asked, tossing the towel back to its corner.

   Wade smiled.  "I just want to maul those wonderful tits of yours a
little."

   She laughed.  "Maul away," she said.  "Anything I need to do?"

   "Straddle me, so they're hanging in my face."

   Wade lay back, and Rachel straddled him on hands and knees.  She moved
her body from side to side, her breasts swinging back and forth in front of
his face.

   "How long can you keep that up?" he questioned.

   She chuckled.  "I doubt this is all you're wanting." She bent her
elbows, rubbing one nipple across his lips.  That seemed to motivate him,
and he grasped that breast with both hands, holding it against his face as
he sucked hard on the nipple.  After long moments, she groaned.

   "I hope you're not trying to make it look like Jerri's." But she didn't
mind his trying if that's what he was doing.

   He released it, watching it move back and forth in front of his eyes.

   "I love tits and nipples even more.  I couldn't believe how fortune
smiled on me with Jerri.  They're one in a million, I think."

   "How are mine," she said, resting her chest on his face.

   Wade held his breath as long as he could before spreading them so he
could breathe.

   "You're kidding, right?"

   That did get Rachel thinking.  She knew they were exceptional, but what
was different now?  She'd reserved them, only granting access a very few
times and then only limited access.  But here she was pressing her bare
breasts into the face of this forty-year-old man.  In the past, she'd
nearly vomited at the thought of being with a man more than five years
older than she was, but here she was with Wade, nineteen years her elder.
And married.  Was that it?  She wasn't risking anything to be with him, and
she could let herself go and not worry that he'd dump her as an unbridled
whore.

   She'd never been a fan of oral sex, but she'd have been perfectly
willing just minutes ago, and she would have done it with vigor, even
though she suspected she could never match Jerri.  It was all a little bit
difficult to understand, and she wondered which Rachel would remain after
Wade and Jerri left.  There were four other guys here, and she wondered if
she'd develop an interest in any of them.

   But back to Wade.

   No," she answered, "I'm not.  I'm insecure and need to hear it."

   If this was what insincerity was like, he wondered how she'd be when she
was sincere.  He sucked hard on the soft skin of the nearest boob.

   "They are certainly approaching perfection," he said when he'd released
her.  "Soft and silky, firm, yet a bit squishy, and the shape is from
Michaelangelo or some other master."

   She was looking down ...  and listening.  "So, do I have a hickey on the
right one?"

   "I hope so," he said, chuckling.  "But you can let me up if you'd like."

   "I was going to smother you again, but I hear voices.  You've kind of
gotten cheated here timewise.  Should we get decent?"

   Rachel swung her leg across Wade and pulled on her shirt, still not
quite long enough to cover her, probably because her breasts used up too
much of the material.  Wade pulled on his bathing trunks, carefully tucking
his erection away to an accompanying giggle from Rachel.

   They crawled out of the tent to find Jerri and Peter walking toward them
and four figures hurrying up from the lake.  Marcy, Landon, Liz, and Brian
were laughing, but the girls blushed slightly as they approached, everyone
knowing what had recently happened.

   "Where's Cindy and David?"

   Marcy looked at Liz, and they giggled.

   "I don't know where they are," Marcy said, "but I have a pretty good
idea of what they're doing."

   "Really?" Cindy was Rachel's best friend, and her going off with David
surprised her a little.  She decided the bathing had caused it.  Or maybe
watching Jerri and Wade.  When the bathing was over, you were more than
halfway there.  She glanced at Wade.  At least it had been with him.

   Jerri threw her arms around Wade, the long t-shirt covering her but only
partially hiding her, as usual.

   They chatted and laughed, finally gathering enough courage to tease
about the bathing.  All were amazed at how the past couple of days had
given them the ability to talk about almost anything.  They came back
together for dinner, each contributing something to share.  Jerri helped
organize and decided what could be mixed, etc.

   Liz had a guitar, and they spent the evening singing and laughing at
each other.  Finally, it was dark, and Wade and Jerri headed up the knoll,
wondering what sleeping arrangements might be in process among the others.
Cindy and David had returned to hooting and teasing from the others.  They
didn't admit anything but didn't have to.  Cindy's extreme blushing told
the whole story.  Along with the bright red mark on her neck.

   "So, you want to head up to the little trees again?"

   Jerri groaned.  "Can we just have a cuddle night?"

   I like cuddle nights," he said, kissing the top of her head.

   She liked them too, but there was more to it than that.  She needed to
confess.  When she'd decided what she wanted in the last segment with
Peter, she'd known it was a little outside of their boundaries, but she'd
ignored that, rationalizing that it wasn't sex, and this was probably the
only time she'd have the chance.  She'd thought about a giant dido when
she'd first seen his erection but knew it wasn't the same.  So, selfishly,
she'd done it.  Now, she was going to have to live with the possible
consequences she hesitated to consider.

   She had always been a closet sexual person.  They had three kids, so
their friends knew they'd had intercourse, but she was sure they assumed it
was only occasional and always very proper.  Socially Jerri was very prim
and proper, no foul language and blushing furiously when any sexual topic
was mentioned or discussed.  The discussion always involved on the others
around her as she never had anything to contribute.  At least she never had
in the past.  They had no idea that when Wade kissed her with his probing
tongue, then began fondling her breasts and ass, she heated up instantly
and almost became a different person, lusty and ready for anything.  When
his hand went between her legs and began massaging, she'd have gone outside
and had sex with him on the roof of their car under the streetlight if he'd
asked.  It was the same thing that had sent her to the two small trees more
than once since they've been camping.

   And that's where she'd been in Peter's tent.  It wasn't her mind in
control; it was her libido, even if it was just a few seconds that she'd
allowed it to overcome what she'd known were the limits.  At least she'd
been able to put on the brakes before ...  So, as she pushed her butt
against him, and he wrapped an arm around her, she knew what had to be
done.

   "Air mattresses the next time," he said.  "The ground is hard, even with
the sleeping bags."

   "As long as you're holding me, I'm comfortable."

   He pressed tightly against her and kissed the back of her neck.

   "I need to tell you something."

   "Oh?"

   "You know how I get when I get, well, turned on."

   "Been there a few times, so yeah." Wade's curiosity was beginning to
pique.

   "I was with Peter today while you were with Rachel."

   "I knew that." He chuckled.  "I'm a little jealous of that thing, you
know."

   "Like I'm a little jealous of her hooters?"

   "Probably.  But what's this you want to tell me?"

   Jerri took a deep breath.  No minced words nor beating around the bush.
She decided she'd just tell him.

   "When I held that thing of Peter's in my hand, I wondered ...  I
wondered what it would feel like ..." Despite what she'd decided, she
couldn't make herself say it.  She felt her eyes filling -- Wade had to
know what she was trying to say.  "It was only four or five seconds," she
finally stammered out, afraid of what his reaction might be.  She felt his
squeeze, then felt his hand squeezing her breast.

   "Four or five seconds," he repeated.  "If I'd done what I wanted to do,
it would have taken longer than that ...  but probably not much more."

   Jerri twisted around to face him, and he knew he needed to say more.

   "Rachel said she'd never seen a man come.  She'd had sex, but always
with a condom.  She wanted to see what happens."

   "Did she?"

   A stifled chuckle.  "She did, but before that, she kind of tormented me,
telling me she could use her mouth to make it happen faster."

   "But she didn't?"

   "No, but I think only because she thought it wouldn't be right.  What
she said was that if she did that, then she wouldn't see it happen, and
that's what she really wanted.  Without that ...  I don't know.  She's
surprisingly persuasive."

   "I'm sure she is.  So?"

   "How was it?"

   "What?  You mean you're not -- "

   His hand covering her mouth brought silence.

   "You didn't answer my question."

   "Wade, I don't know if I can." She heard nothing from him.  A deep
breath.  "Different.," she finally said.

   "Peter was willing, and Rachel wasn't.  That's the only difference, I
think.

   He felt the tentative touch of her lips on his.

   His reaction was anything but tentative.

   When their lips finally parted, he said, "I promise to stay away from
Rachel if ...  "

   "I stay away from Peter."

   "Not totally stay away, you know.  Yeah, I'm sure you know."

   There was a moment of silence.

   "Now, having your naked body pressing against me, and your gorgeous face
right in front of mine, and your hand playing with my cock ...  " He
paused, waiting for that to happen, and groaned when it did.

   "Would it be okay if I do what Rachel didn't do?"

   It was too dark to see Jerri's face, but he knew the look that was
there.

   "You don't need to answer; I can read your mind."

   Her face disappeared from in front of him, and his breathing rate
accelerated in anticipation.  He wasn't disappointed, and when her lips
surrounded the head, he groaned loudly.  She'd been doing this for nineteen
or twenty years, and each time it was almost like the first.  He threw back
the top of the sleeping bag and wound his fingers through her hair.  His
hips wouldn't stay still, but he knew Jerri was used to that.  The sloshing
sounds, coupled with her moans and that occasional sound that happened when
he pulled her hair a little too hard, had that familiar sensation building
inside him.

   "Gonna come," he said with a loud groan as he held her head in place,
knowing what she wanted.  When the first stream shot into her mouth, her
head stopped moving.  More streams quickly followed.  A few more bobs of
her head, which Wade savored, and she crawled up beside him.

   "How'd I do?" she asked, giggling.  "Oh, shit," she added when his hand
went between her legs.

   "Look what I found," he said, circling her clit with his finger.

   "I thought..  we were just...  going to snuggle," she gasped out between
breaths.

   "Give me a few more minutes, and then we'll snuggle." He dipped his
finger inside her until it was good and wet, then moved back to her clit,
touching it directly now.  He loved the sounds she made when he did this,
and he'd always wanted to record it, particularly the orgasm sounds that he
could listen to endlessly.  "I'm going to lay my head right beside yours,
so I can listen to you."

   Wade was taking his time, his finger moving slowly across that soft but
engorged nub.  He dipped inside her, moving the finger to gather the
lubrication he needed.

   "How am I doing?" he whispered in her ear, sending his tongue in after
the words.

   Jerri squealed, then groaned.  "You enjoy torturing me."

   "How about this?" he said, holding her clit between his thumb and
forefinger.

   "Oh, god.  Do it, do it."

   He opened his fingers and gently rubbed again."

   "Bastard," she said, lifting her hips, pushing against his hand.

   Wade chuckled.  "Instead of calling me names, why don't you tell me what
you want."

   "Bastard," she repeated, then felt the pressure of his finger lighten.

   "I want to come, Wade.  Please," she pleaded, something she didn't often
do.

   He knew this would be a good one.  He dipped his finger one more time,
then began to gradually increase his speed.  He felt her hips rising, her
back arching, and, with a loud moan, her body began to spasm.  He didn't
slow, and neither did she, her body shivering and shaking over and over,
each shiver accompanied by a loud and extended moan.  When her shivering
stopped, he held her in a tight hug.

   "Isn't love wonderful," she said softly.

   "It is," he agreed, "just a touch more wonderful than the sound of you
coming."

   "Bastard," she said, giggling this time.

   Wade pulled the top of the sleeping bag over them ...  and they awoke to
the sound of a cardinal chirping loudly just above their heads.

   *****

   "Want to get some breakfast?" Wade asked, kissing Jerri's cheek.

   "What time is it?"

   "What does it matter?" he chuckled.

   She rolled onto her back and stretched, then looked at Wade.

   "Last night, you tormented me until I almost couldn't stand it."

   "Not the first time," he answered, chuckling.

   "But it made me wonder."

   "About what?"

   "If you were, well, kind of punishing me for yesterday."

   "What do you ...  oh." There was silence for a few seconds.  "Do you
think you need punishment?"

   Jerri couldn't tell if he was teasing her again or was serious.  "I ...
I don't know." That thought had attacked her as she tried to go to sleep,
and, despite the body-shattering orgasm she'd had, she wondered if his
drawing it out was for her pleasure or her ...  She'd finally gone to
sleep, but it was still there this morning.

   "Don't torture me more," she pleaded.

   Wade was surprised -- he thought this had all been settled last night
and was stunned at Jerri's contrition this morning.

   "Was that extra-special blowjob I got last night just to get back on my
good side?"

   "No, no, it was just ...  I wanted to do it because ...  Wade, please."

   He grabbed her in a huge hug, squeezing her against him, and tugged on
one of those exquisite nipples of hers.

   "I'm sorry you woke up worried about that.  It never crossed my mind. 
But I hope to be allowed to punish you like that again."

   "Bastard," she said, smiling.

   "Yeah, but on a scale of one to ten, it was a ten-point-five, wasn't it?
Maybe an eleven?"

   "Yeah, but it was hell getting there." She laughed.  "And breakfast
sounds good."

   They dressed.

   "Should I invite the gang?"

   A picture of Peter and his erection flashed through her head.  She
silently swore at her brain.

   Seeing her look, Wade said, " We don't have to."

   Jerri shrugged.  "I don't want to make anyone mad."

   "Okay, I'll be the asshole." He strode off the knoll and down the hill
to the center of the tents.  "Anyone want to go into town for breakfast?"
he yelled.  He waited, but there was no response.  He was about to leave
when he heard a voice.

   "Can you give us time to get dressed?"

   He spotted Marcy's face peeking out from her tent.

   "Sure.  Come on up when you're ready."

   Ten minutes later, they were joined by both Marcy and Liz.  They piled
into Wade and Jerri's car and headed for town.  At the restaurant, Jerri
sat across from Liz and Wade across from Marcy.  She smiled at him.

   "Rachel has good things to say about you."

   "Really?" he said, not sure how to respond but feeling the heat in his
cheeks.

   "She usually won't even look at a guy over twenty-five."

   He felt a nudge to his ribs.  "I'm definitely over twenty-five."

   "My dad is fourteen years older than my mom, so I'm used to that "older
man" thing." Her smile was warm and friendly, but her eyes had a special
twinkle that he both enjoyed and that set off his alarms.  He felt both of
her long and very shapely, as he remembered, legs wrap around one of his.
The twinkle seemed to intensify just a bit.

   The server appeared.  "I'm jealous," she said, glancing from Jerri to
Marcy to Liz.  "You don't need all three of these ladies, do you?  She
winked at Wade.  He felt Marcy's legs tighten on his.  Liz's eyes were
wide, but Jerri was smiling.

   "I think we play on different teams," she said to the server.

   "All of you?"

   "Yeah, all of us."

   "Doesn't hurt to try.  What can I get you guys for breakfast?"

   They ordered and were by themselves again.

   "Oh my gosh, that was scary," Liz said.

   "You never had a roommate in college who wanted to, well, experiment a
little?" Marcy smiled at her tentmate.

   "I lived at home.  Does that happen?"

   "It happens, and just because you enjoy it doesn't mean you're a
lesbian."

   Liz looked like she might shrivel up and become invisible.

   Marcy wasn't about to let up.  "We're sleeping in the same tent.  Maybe
I'll share some experimentation with you tonight."

   "May I wait in the car," Liz asked, putting her hands over her face.

   "I'll bet even Jerri has experimented, right?" She winked at Jerri,
whose face was beginning to glow.  "You did, didn't you?"

   Jerri could sense Wade looking at her.  She wasn't sure she'd ever
shared that story with him.  In fact, she was sure she hadn't.  She almost
wished he'd say something rather than just looking ...  and waiting.  Liz
had uncovered her face and was ...  waiting.  An open-mouth smile on her
face, Marcy was ...  waiting.

   "I thought every college girl did it at least once.  Unless they live at
home," she added, glancing at Liz.  You obviously have," she tossed in
Marcy's direction.

   "I roomed in a quad with three basketball players.  They were walk-ons,
so they didn't room with the team.  It was fun for a while, but when I made
it clear that I really preferred guys, the two left me alone.  Number three
had her own battles to fight.  I can't believe that was just two years
ago." Marcy shook her head, then looked back at Jerri, making it clear she
wasn't going to allow her to duck out of this one.  Plus, it was hard not
to notice the look on Wade's face.  "What's your story?"

   Jerri gathered her courage and looked at Wade, who had a somewhat
whimsical smile on his face, anticipating the story he was about to hear,
she was sure.

   "No basketball players, or anything like that.  It was quick and a
one-time thing.  My freshman year, I took a swimming class for phys ed.  It
was the last class of the day, and this one particular day, the instructor
kept me in the pool after class to give me a few pointers.  When she
finished, I went to take my shower, and everyone was gone.  At least I
thought everyone was gone.  I had my own little shower stall and was in it
dechlorinating myself when suddenly, there was someone else there with me.
I nearly screamed, but she was smiling and didn't look dangerous."

   "Oh my gosh," Liz threw in.  "What happened?"

   "Well, she made it clear what she wanted, and I explained I wasn't
buying it..  She backed me under the water, and the next thing I knew, she
..." Jerri paused and looked at Wade, then the other two.  She didn't want
to go on.  What happened was private.  She'd share it with Wade later.  But
the others were waiting.  Guh, she'd just say it.  "Her hand went between
my legs, and ...  that's my trigger," she said, giggling.  "We were in the
shower another fifteen or twenty minutes, and that was my experimentation
experience."

   Liz looked almost horrified, while Marcy had a knowing smile.  When she
looked at Wade, he was licking his lips.  He certainly knew how to get to
her and was glad she had on a loose-fitting shirt.

   "So it's just Liz that's in the dark here, then."

   "I'm more than happy to stay in the dark," Liz muttered, but they could
all see her mind was in gear, wondering.  Horrified or not, it was obvious
she was curious.

   Breakfast came, and they all ate almost ravenously.  Meals at the
campground were sparse and not very satisfying.

   "So," Marcy said.  "How much longer are you two staying?"

   "Just today.  We'll leave about dinner time tonight."

   "Awe, I'm sorry.  You guys have really made our campout much more
interesting."

   Jerri's heart thumped.  She'd come to the camp with a dowdy two-piece
bathing suit and had worn it for about three or four minutes.

   "You eight have made our time here more than interesting.  I think we're
a changed pair."

   "Really?  You mean the skinny-dipping, and the bathing, and whatever
else happened."

   Whatever else.  What "whatever else" did she know about.?

   "Pretty much, yeah.  Who'd you go bathing with?" She hoped to catch
Marcy a little off-guard.

   "Landon.  He's tall and skinny and pale.  He's sure no Wade."

   Marcy was doing her best to slide her bare legs up and down Wade's bare
legs.  She wondered if it was having any effect.  She knew her small
breasts wouldn't have any affect on him after his time with Rachel, but her
legs and ass were exquisite.  More than one guy had told her that, as well
as the two basketball players.  She had no thoughts of having sex with him,
but a little experimentation might be good.  Rachel shouldn't have all the
fun.

   "Ready to head back?"

   A couple of "Sures," and he felt Marcy unwrap her legs.  When they stood
to leave, she was careful to walk directly in front of him.  When she
opened the back door of the car, rather than just climbing in, she crawled
across the seat to the other side, her ass clearly aimed at Wade.

   Back at camp, the two pairs separated, agreeing to meet in a few minutes
for a swim.

   "I know you're a tits and nipples guy, but that long-legged brunette
sure aimed her ass in your direction every chance she got.  And something
was going on under the table, too."

   "My hands were always in plain sight, but yeah, her legs had mine locked
up."

   "The legs go with the ass, don't they?  And you don't have to tell me
mine are just as good.  Those are legs and an ass to die for."

   "If I was into legs and asses, those would be okay."

   Jerri shook her head and laughed.  "I can guarantee you when we're naked
in the lake, she'll be within a foot of you most of the time."

   "How are you with that?"

   She kissed him.  "That tall, slender, and pale Landon has been looking
at me since we got here.  Maybe he can look from up close."

   They went into the tent and stripped, Jerri about deciding to wrap in a
towel to go to the lake.  Wade grabbed the towel.

   "If we're going to be nudists rather than just skinny-dippers, we walk
down there ..."

   "Nude."

   They met Marcy heading for the lake too.

   "Where's everyone?" Jerri asked.

   "When we got back, we were told that Cindy and David went for a hike. 
You could probably substitute another four-letter word for 'hike.' And
Peter was standing there patiently waiting for Liz, which surprised her,
and they're off for a swim.  Rachel and Brian decided to go into town to do
some shopping." Marcy smiled at Jerri.  "Landon's in his tent, not feeling
well."

   "Let's swim for a while, and then maybe I'll see if I can do anything
for poor Landon."

   Marcy rolled her eyes.  "Let's go."

   They waded out into water just above their knees.

   "Any experimentation allowed today?" Marcy asked with a big laugh.

   Jerri crossed her legs.

   "Hard to keep your balance standing like that, isn't it?"

   "And with me rubbing your ass," Wade added.

   "Wade, stop."

   His finger slid between her butt cheeks and moved lower.

   "Wade, don't you dare.

   He pushed a little harder, the finger now between her legs.

   "Wade, stop it," Jerri said emphatically.

   "She yells, but she doesn't move," Marcy giggled.

   Jerri jumped aside then, stumbling and going under the water.  She came
up sputtering ...  and glaring at Wade.

   "Um, something's happening," Marcy said, looking at Wade's cock, which
had grown a bit with the last activity.  She moved her hand closer to it.
"If I touched it, would even more happen?"

   Even Wade's simple playing with her ass had Jerri revved up slightly. 
"Try it."

   Marcy's eyes went to Wades as she took a firm hold of the growing
erection.  She loved it when Wade closed his eyes.

   "It's working." She squeezed a little harder.  "This may be my only
chance.  Rachel says you're a tits and nipples guy, and ..." She looked
down at her small boobs.

   "He's definitely that," Jerri confirmed.

   Marcy shrugged, a glum look on her face as she continued to hold his
still growing erection.

   "Listen carefully to what you said," Jerri cautioned.

   "What, that he's a tits and nipples guy?"

   "Exactly."

   "Well, I'm not exactly--"

   " -- You're a female, aren't you?" Jerri interrupted.

   Marcy looked puzzled.

   "And did you hear any adjectives in what you said, like big, or long, or
squishy, or pointed?"

   Marcy looked from Wade to Jerri.  "I guess not."

   "I learned that from him years ago.  It's what they are, not they are.
Right babe?"

   "Exactly."

   By now, Marcy could feel Wade's cock throbbing in her hand.  She looked
from him to Jerri.  Suddenly feeling a little odd doing that, she released
him.

   "You're so lucky to have a guy like him," Marcy said.

   "You were with Landon yesterday.  How'd that go?"

   Marcy shrugged.  "I dunno.  Okay I guess.  It's just ...  "

   "Just what?" Jerri probed.

   "Guys," she answered, a forlorn look on her face.  "I was looking
forward to this camping, and then I found out the guys would be here.  Kind
of a damper."

   "Girls and guys usually go together, don't they?"

   Marcy snorted.  "Not in my case."

   "That seems strange.  I've seen Landon looking at you in a kind of
special way."

   "I don't know.  Guys are around me and after a while, they seem to
change."

   "Well, I think Landon likes you, and he hasn't started off like your
other guys have, I bet."

   "How's that?"

   "He's kind of seen the whole package."

   "Oh, yeah," Marcy replied, blushing.  Then she laughed.  "He's seen me
without my push-up bra and the falsies.  I need the falsies to have
something for the bra to push up."

   All three of them were laughing now at Marcy's directness.

   "Do you think?" she said, looking at Jerri.

   "I think you're going to find out because, here he comes, heading right
toward you."

   "Hey, Marcy," he yelled.  "How was breakfast?"

   One more glance at Jerri.  "It was great.  If you'd have said something,
I'd have brought some back for you."

   "Wow, that would have been great, except I wasn't feeling too good. 
Much better now.  Oh, and hi, Jerri and Wade." He added the greeting,
barely taking his eyes off Marcy.

   "So, you're feeling better?" Marcy said, smiling up at him.

   "Oh, yeah."

   "I'll race you to that point out there, then," she said, laughing and
pointing across the cove.

   "How much head start do you need?" Landon said, poking her in the ribs.

   "This much," she said, diving into the water and splashing away,
Landon's long and lean figure quickly joining hers, knifing through the
water.

   "Well, what do we do now," Jerri said, watching the two youngsters
heading for the point and who knows what else.  "And I'm not even going to
turn around and look at you because I know what I'll see.

   "I think I'll go take a photo of those two little trees up on the knoll
so that when we're home, I can show it to the garden store so they'll know
what to plant and how far apart to make them.

   "Pervert," she said, not turning her head.

   "You want to pose up there, so they'll have a better idea of what I'm
looking for?"

   "Degenerate," she added when he finished.

   "Plus, I need to pick up one of those giant -- "

   "Wade, shut up," she yelled but couldn't keep from laughing.

   Instead of her posing, they swam for a while and watched Landon and
Marcy frolicking further out in the cove.

   "Remember when we acted like that?" Jerri said, gazing at the young
pair.

   Wade wrapped his arms around her.  "Would you like to go back?"

   She chuckled.  "Not a chance.  I can remember feeling the same way Marcy
does.  And it wasn't fun."

   "I wouldn't want to go back and take a chance on missing you."

   She pulled his arms tighter against her.  "The same."

   "Let's go pack up; then we'll get together with everyone to let them
know we're treating them to pizza."

   "When did you decide that?"

   "Look," he said, reaching over and patting Jerri's bare belly.  "When's
the last time we did this?"

   Jerri chuckled.  "You mean walking along, holding hands ...  naked?"

   "In public and in front of eight other people."

   They were quiet until they reached the tent.

   "What happens when we get home?"

   "Good question.  We have three children, so what we can do at home may
not change.  We do have friends who, if we read between the lines of some
of the things they've said, might be willing to do what we've done."

   Jerri smiled.  "Exploring that may be very interesting."

   "Looking forward to it."

   They packed their gear, stowing everything in the car, everything that
is, but two pairs of shorts and two t-shirts.  Wade did don his when he
picked up the pizza.

   They gathered at the tents, gobbled pizza, and laughed almost endlessly,
at least until the pizza was gone and it was time for them to leave.  Naked
hugs all around that recalled both unusual and pleasant memories ...  some
more pleasant than others.  Wade heard Jerri's giggle when Rachel squeezed
her breasts against Wade's chest.  He tried to watch when she hugged Peter,
but it appeared to be just a hug.

   They debated about going topless on the drive home, then about maybe
just wearing shirts, but they were heading back to what had been their only
reality before, so they put on the shirts and shorts ...  but were
commando.

   As they drove along, Wade chuckled and reached into his shorts pocket.
He pulled out a piece of pink paper and handed it to Jerri.  She unfolded
it and looked.

   "Everyone's name, email, and cell number?" she said, a big smile on her
face.

   "Rachel got it together.  She said everyone wants to keep in touch with
us, and they may invite us to any "special events" they're planning.

   "I'll check to see when Grandma and Grandpa might want to keep the kids
for a weekend.  We might be able to pull together an interesting game of
truth or dare."

   "Uh-oh.  Count me in," Wade said, remembering their good friend, Maggie
Mendelson, whose hooters dwarfed Rachels.  He'd have to wait and see to be
sure.