Flirting with Fire: A Summer Camp Swingers novel

“What’re you talking about?” Allie laughed. “Ah, right. The almost-right word and the right word.”

“You know,” I deadpanned, “like… ‘enjoy the quiet’ versus ‘enjoy the view.’”

Madison wrinkled her forehead again, while her mother gulped like she’d swallowed a lightning bug.

Chapter 5

Emily emerged from the house with a can of Boost and gathered Madison with a look. Molly’s nails clicked on the flagstones as she followed them. The girls stuck to the shade under the eaves until they reached the master bedroom. Then they ventured into the noonday sun and settled on the pair of lounge chairs. Molly sank into a slice of shade beside Emily.

“Sandwiches okay for lunch?” I called out. The older girls nodded, so I turned to the younger ones, who’d spread their towels on the chairs in front of the pool house. “Suse? Carly? What about you?”

“Yes, please.”

“And for Mom…?” I said to Allie in a normal voice. “Ahem. Some kind of meat?”

“Yeah… I mean, I guess so.” She adjusted her towel and used it as an excuse to avoid my lecherous grin.

I wrapped my own towel around my waist and covered the meat in question. I didn’t bother with a shirt. Instead, I opened the door to the house, and cold air washed over us. It felt good after the heat and humidity. I gestured for Allie to go first and then followed her inside. She was still distracted.

“Are you okay?” I wondered aloud.

“What? Yeah, sure. Sorry, I’m fine.”

I moved past her and realized that her nipples had stiffened. I told myself it was only the air conditioning.

“Sorry,” she repeated. “I was just thinking.”

“About the girls?”

“No.”

“Uh-oh. Did I go too far? With the meat comment?”

“What? Oh, no! No, not at all. I thought it was funny.”

“Okay. If you’re sure…?”

“Yeah, it’s fine.”

I started taking condiments out of the fridge, while Allie went to the pantry for bread. I returned to the fridge and grabbed clear plastic containers with sliced turkey, cheese, and bunny food (lettuce, tomatoes, and carrot sticks). I turned with my hands full, but Allie was right there. I pulled up short instead.

“Sorry about that,” I said automatically. I moved past her and set the containers on the countertop. “You wanna grab a couple of knives?”

Allie knew where they were. In fact, she had followed me from the fridge and was standing in front of the drawer. She didn’t move.

“Are you okay?” I asked again.

She nodded. After a moment of indecision, she moved into my personal space.

I took an involuntary step back and bumped into the counter by the sink.

Allie moved forward to kiss me. Our lips met, and I froze in surprise. She ran her hands up my bare torso, and I felt her breath on my cheek. The big head still wasn’t processing, so the little one took over. I returned the kiss, and we went from zero to sixty in a matter of seconds.

She pressed her body against mine, and my cock rose to the invitation. She felt my hard-on through the towel and began rubbing it, while I cupped her neck and pulled her face to mine for another kiss. She moaned into my mouth, and her breathing grew heavy.

The rational part of my brain rebelled—we were just friends!—while the animal part insisted that she had kissed me. She was also giving me a handjob, but something about it felt weird.

The towel, dumbass! Get me outta here!

I reached to my waist, tugged the end free, and the damp fabric fell to the floor. That was the signal for Allie to sink to the floor as well, although she wasn’t in a hurry. She planted open-mouthed kisses on my neck, my collarbone, my chest. Then she circled my left nipple with her tongue and bit down gently. I hissed in surprise, although I relaxed when she kissed it again and caressed it with her tongue.

She switched to the right nipple and bit down hard enough to make me gasp. I started to push her away, but she caught my nipple with her teeth. Then she flicked the sensitive little nub with the tip of her tongue, and my gasps turned into a groan of pleasure.

After a moment she reached for my cock and began stroking for real, skin on skin. Her hands were warm and soft, and she added a little twist at the end of each stroke. Then she swirled her tongue around my nipple. Her tongue stud made me shiver, and my poor brain couldn’t decide whether to be aroused or scared of the next bite.

I shouldn’t have worried. Allie sank to her knees, and I felt her hot breath on the base of my cock. She closed her eyes and rubbed my shaft against the soft skin of her cheek. Then she dragged the glans in an oval around her mouth. She moaned as pre-come coated her lips.

I leaned back against the counter to steady myself. Allie tilted her head, and her lips caressed the underside of my shaft in an open-mouthed kiss. My cock jerked in her hand, and she moaned again. Then she pressed her face into my body. She stroked gently and licked my balls at the same time.