Flirting with Fire: A Summer Camp Swingers novel

“Fast-forward again. I met Ken and we got married. The sex was good, but he was strait-laced about lots of things.” She sighed darkly. “That should’ve been my first clue, but… I was in love. Then I got pregnant with Maddy, and I was so busy that I didn’t have time for anything else.”

I’d heard that before too.

“I guess things started to change when I met Christy. I knew you guys were swingers, but Ken was Ken. Like I said, he was really conservative about some things, which is ironic. I mean, he’s sort of the reason I wanna try now.”

“What happened?”

“It started with porn. Again. Famous last words, right? So… we had this routine. For, like, the last few years before things turned ugly. He’d come home from a trip, and I’d dress up in something sexy after the girls were in bed. I’d suck his dick while he sipped a drink. Sometimes it took him a while to come. At first I thought it was the liquor, but now I know the real reason.”

“Mmm.” I was dying to know more, but I didn’t want to interrupt.

“Yeah, sorry,” Allie said. “I still don’t wanna talk about it.”

“Okay, then tell me why you changed your mind, why you went from strictly dicks to maybe chicks?”

She laughed and brightened. “Thanks. I needed that.”

“It’s what I do.”

“Yeah. And I’m grateful. So… what changed? Well, he started watching porn while I blew him. It wasn’t the usual stuff, though. It was new, all-girl. So… um… yeah. I’d be sucking his dick, and I’d hear them in the background, the women moaning on TV. I was playing with myself at the same time, and I guess I started to connect the two. I mean, it’s basic conditioning.”

“True.”

“Now I get worked up when I think about women writhing and moaning. I know it’s just porn, that the real thing isn’t like that, but… I can’t stop thinking about it. You know? I keep wondering if I’m missing something.” She paused and gazed at the ceiling with indecision. “There’s another reason, but I’m not sure I wanna tell you. Not yet, at least.”

“That’s okay. I’m ready for a break anyway.”

Allie glanced at my erection and moistened her lips.

“Yeah. I’m gonna need a blowjob…”

“Uh-uh. I’m ready now. I wanna ride you. Then you can finish in my mouth.” She scanned the bedside table, and her eyes flashed. “Hand me a condom. We’ll see if I remember how they work. They say it’s like riding a bike…”

* * *

Allie disappeared into the bathroom after we finished. The door opened a few minutes later, and a triangle of light spread across the ceiling.

“I forgot the condoms.” She grabbed one from the foot of the bed and spotted the other on the floor. “Want me to flush ’em?”

“No! I mean, no,” I added in a calmer voice. “They’re bad for the plumbing. Just wrap ’em in toilet paper and toss ’em in the trash.” They were empty anyway.

“Oh. Okay.” She did, and the light on the ceiling winked out. “God, that was exactly what I needed. I’m gonna be sore in the morning, but it was totally worth it.”

She came around the left side of the bed and climbed in. Her cheeks and mouth were pink and freshly scrubbed. I chuckled to myself—she liked it messy all right. She scooted across and stretched out beside me. Her skin was warm where it touched mine, full of energy.

“You’re on my side,” she accused playfully.

“Yeah, sorry. It’s my side too.”

“It’s nothing, a contretemps.”

“Ooh, nice word.”

“I bring the lightning.”

“In more ways than one.”

“Mmm.”

She pulled the sheet over us before I could ask if she wanted me to stay. I didn’t want to take her for granted, but she seemed to be settling in, so I put my arm around her and rested my hand on her bare hip. She snuggled closer, slid her leg over mine, and caressed my chest.

“You normally sleep in the nude, don’t you?”

“Yeah.”

“I don’t, but I will for you,” she said. “In case you need access in the middle of the night. I don’t mind…”

“Good to know,” I chuckled.

“Mmm,” she sighed. “Sorry, talking about the past got me worked up. I didn’t realize how much I missed it. I guess it’s the sense of adventure, you know? Something new. Oh, and the sex! Let’s not forget that! It was awesome, way better than I imagined.”

“Thanks. Same here.”

“You’re just being polite.”

I wasn’t, but it wasn’t worth an argument.

“I’m rusty,” she added. “Lack of practice. I didn’t think it’d be such a big deal, but… like… toys aren’t the same. Although they’re a lot easier to turn on!” she laughed, soft and self-deprecating.

I silently agreed and did my best to stifle a yawn. Unfortunately, Allie took it as a hint.

“What time is it?” She raised her head. “Oh, God, almost two. And we have to get up at six?”

“Yeah, sorry.”

“I’m a night owl, not a morning person.”

“I could tell.”

“You weren’t complaining when I was sucking your dick.”

“I’m not an idiot.”

“Besides, doesn’t Christy wake you up in the middle of the night?”

“Sometimes. But she lets me sleep first.”

Allie shrugged. “I’m not her. I hope you’re okay with that.”

“Of course.”

She fell silent for a moment but then changed the subject. “So, how much will you tell her?”

“About tonight? Not much.”

“She doesn’t want to know?”