Best Laid Plans: A Summer Camp Swingers Novel

“I can’t believe I’m telling you this, but I feel like I know you already. You’re all Christy talks about. You seem like such a cool guy, so I guess it’s okay that I told you about shaving my coochie. Hold on, she wants to talk to you.”

The phone changed hands again.

“Sorry about that,” Christy said. “She gave away the surprise.”

“I kinda figured it out.”

“Oh, Paul… I’ve missed her so much. Talking on the phone isn’t enough. I need to see her more often. Do you think we could fly out here one weekend? Maybe instead of West Virginia?”

“Sure, we could do that. It’s a much longer trip, though, so we’d have to plan it.”

“I know! For Easter.” She said something to Brooke that I couldn’t make out. “She says perfect!” All of a sudden she pouted. “When’re you coming? Saturday? That’s, like, a week from now!”

“It’s the day after tomorrow,” I chuckled.

“I miss you.”

“I miss you too.”

She whispered, “Especially Mr. Big.”

“He misses you.”

“I can’t wait to see him.”

Brooke said something.

“Oh my gosh, yes,” Christy said to her. “It’s perfect.” To me again, “Brooke wants to know if you’ll let her see your penis when you’re here.” She snickered. “Of course he will,” she said to her friend. “When we go to the beach. What? Before? No! I mean, yes! But only if you pour more wine. No, no, no! Stop! That’s enough!”

I rolled my eyes at their tipsy antics.

“I’m sorry,” Christy said at last. “She just spilled wine all over me. Good thing it’s white, but I’d better get out of these wet clothes. That’s probably what she wanted in the first place.”

“Probably,” I agreed.

“I’d better go. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Saturday,” I repeated.

“Whatever. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Okay, bye.”

I pressed the button to hang up and sat with the handset in my lap. Then I smiled at how happy she’d sounded. She’d needed a break as much as I had. I still didn’t know if I’d tell her about Mom, but I had a couple of days to decide.

Back in the guest bedroom, I fell asleep almost as soon as my head hit the pillow. Sometime later—two minutes or two hours, I wasn’t sure—I heard something and opened my eyes.

“Shh,” Mom said softly. “It’s only me.” She lifted the covers. “Slide over.”

I moved toward the center of the bed and she crawled in beside me. She was nude, and her skin felt smooth against mine.

“I couldn’t sleep,” she said quietly.

I mumbled something incoherent.

“I was thinking about midnight blowjobs.” She found my penis and stroked gently. “I hope you don’t mind.”

“I’m used to it,” I chuckled without explaining.

She scooted lower and draped one leg over mine. Her breasts felt soft and warm against my thigh. She kissed my stomach and then the area where my pubic hair would’ve been, if I’d had any. “This’ll take some getting used to,” she said, “but I think I like it. It looks good on you.”

“How can you tell?” I asked groggily. “It’s dark.”

“Not too dark for me to find this.” She kissed the tip of my slowly expanding cock. She swallowed half my length while I was still only semi-hard. Then she made a soft sound and closed her lips around the smooth base of my shaft. Her throat muscles contracted and sent a shiver through my groin.

My penis took a lot longer than usual to become fully erect, but that didn’t seem to bother her. She simply took her time and enjoyed my protracted arousal.

After several minutes she began sucking in earnest. Her hair brushed my abdomen as she moved her head in a circular rhythm. Then she cupped my balls with her free hand and kneaded them gently.

It was a slow, sensual blowjob. I was barely awake through most of it, which was partly why it took so long. The other reason was that Mom was enjoying herself. I also realized, belatedly, that she was playing with herself with her other hand.

We came at the same time, or close enough. I groaned softly and filled her mouth, and about ten seconds later she tensed with her own climax. Afterward she breathed heavily through her nose as my cock slowly shrank in her mouth.

She eventually climbed out of bed, pulled the covers over me, and kissed me goodnight for the second time. She left quietly as I drifted back to sleep.

Part III

Chapter 10

I woke up later than usual the next morning. Pale light streamed through the blinds and across the bed. I frowned at the leaden clouds and seriously thought about skipping my run. Then I had to laugh at myself as I started to get dressed and realized I was putting on my running clothes out of habit.

My skin immediately turned to gooseflesh when I stepped out the back door. The air was heavy with moisture, and fat raindrops began to splat into the patio roof as I stretched and tried to warm up. I wondered again whether or not I wanted to venture out, but I needed the time to myself, time to think.