Best Laid Plans: A Summer Camp Swingers Novel

I pretended I hadn’t noticed, but we both knew I had. Her nipples stiffened in the relative cool after the sweatshirt. I pretended not to notice them as well, but my dick didn’t get the message. I leaned on my rake and hoped my sweatpants were baggy enough to hide it.

“Let’s finish up and take a break for lunch,” I suggested. Then I shaded my eyes and looked up at the sun. “I’ll burn if I stay out too long without a shirt.”

“You want some sunscreen?”

“Nah. Let’s just finish up and head inside.”

We set to work with our rakes and spent about fifteen minutes knocking down lumps and filling in holes. Then we stood back and gave the beds a critical once-over.

“Looks good to me,” I said.

“Me too. Ready for lunch? Sandwiches okay?”

“Sounds good. Let’s wash up and I’ll help you fix.”

Chapter 5

I dusted breadcrumbs from my hands and then nudged the plate away.

“You don’t want your chips?” Mom said.

“No thanks. Too greasy.”

“You are turning into a health nut.”

“My body is a temple,” I said flippantly.

“Your body’s fine. I still say you could stand to gain a few pounds.”

“And I say I work really hard not to. Besides, weren’t you the one who said she’s watching her girlish figure?”

“I’m supposed to be thin and lovely. You’re supposed to be big and manly.” She almost said it with a straight face.

I rolled my eyes. “C’mon, let’s get back to work.”

“Do you want me to get the sunscreen?”

“So you think I’m going to take off my shirt?” I teased.

“I will if you will.”

My eyebrows shot up.

“Why not? What’s the point of having a private backyard if you can’t enjoy it?”

“Fine by me.”

“I’ll grab the sunscreen and meet you outside,” she said.

I went out to the patio through the living room door. She emerged from the master bedroom door about a minute later. She brandished a tube of Bain de Soleil.

“You want me to do you?” She was talking about the sunscreen, but I didn’t miss the double entendre.

“Um… sure.” I pulled off my T-shirt and turned my back to her. She spread the cream over my shoulders first. Then she worked down my back.

“This makes me think of when you were a boy,” she said. “You always burned so easily.”

“I still do. It’s annoying. Why couldn’t I get your complexion instead of Dad’s?”

“Well, you inherited your Dad’s good looks too, so you can’t really complain. Turn around, I’ll do your front.”

I obeyed out of habit.

“You’re a lot bigger than you used to be,” she said as she covered my arms and chest. “More muscular too.”

“See? All that healthy food Christy makes me eat.”

“She doesn’t really ‘make’ you, does she?”

“No, but it’s easier to eat whatever she does. I mean, I’m not going to give up Coke or steak any time soon, but the rest is actually good for me. I tease her about eating ‘bunny food,’ but I don’t mind.”

“I still think you’re too thin.”

“And I think I don’t ever want to be pudgy again.”

“You weren’t pudgy. Besides, it was just baby fat.”

“On a fifteen-year old? Mom, that’s hardly a baby.”

“I thought you were cute.”

“And now?”

“Very handsome,” she said as she finished my stomach. Then she glanced at my sweatpants. “You going to take those off too?”

My eyebrows rose again. “Excuse me?”

“I’m kidding,” she said, although we both knew she wasn’t. All of a sudden she handed me the tube of sunscreen. “Here,” she said as she pulled off her own shirt, “you can do me.”

Her breasts sprang into view. I’d seen them hundreds of times, maybe thousands, but I never grew tired of looking at bare breasts, even if they were my mother’s. They’d sagged a little over the years, but they were still round and full, with medium-sized areolae and thick nipples. She paused for a moment, as if she wanted me to look, before she turned her back to me.

Her skin was pale from the winter, with a light dusting of freckles across her shoulders and upper chest. She swept her hair aside so I could cover her neck and shoulders. She tanned much easier than I did, so I wondered why she was bothering.

Then I realized that she wanted me to touch her. But we had rules about that. We were swingers, so we’d seen each other have sex, but that didn’t extend to sex with each other. Sure, we’d fooled around before, but that had been years earlier.

I coated her back with sunscreen and then worked toward her waist. Then I covered her shoulders and arms. I deliberately came close to her breasts several times, although never enough to raise an eyebrow. Still, we were both aware that I was teasing her. Then I decided to continue the innuendo where she’d left off.

“Turn around. I’ll do your front.”

“Ha! No, that’s all right. I can do it. The rules, you know.”

“Rules were made to be broken,” I shot back.

“Mmm, not yet.” She accepted the tube of sunscreen, squirted a line of orangish cream into her palm, and casually coated her breasts. Then, just as casually, she asked, “How would you feel about going all the way?”

My eyes didn’t quite pop out of their sockets, but not for lack of trying.

“You know,” she added with a grin, “nude gardening.”

“Oh! I thought—”

“Thought what?”