“What do you think?”
“I… think I’d kinda like it. I like Kim. She’s really pretty. And… I can’t explain it, but I trust Carter. Something about him…” She trailed off and thought about it. “He reminds me of you. Not physically or anything, but the way he treats people. He’s respectful. I think he respects women too. Yeah, he likes to be in control, but he asked Kim if she wanted to do this. Swinging, I mean. She said they talked about it a lot before they agreed to try. That’s when they found the Pines.”
“Speaking of which,” I said, “how did they learn about camp? The swinging part, at least. Susan doesn’t advertise. Well, not that part of it. She has normal ads in nudist magazines. But the swinging is strictly word-of-mouth.”
“That’s how they heard about it,” Christy said. “Kim didn’t say who, but it was someone Carter knew from work.”
“I’ll have to ask him.”
“Does it matter? Right now, I mean?”
“No.”
“Exactly. They’re here, and they want to try swinging. I… think they want to try other things too.”
“Oh? Like what?”
“Well, Kim didn’t say so, but I think Carter wants her to try being with a woman. My radar kept going off with her, but it was weird. She’d seem really interested one moment, but nervous and unsure the next. She wasn’t like that at all when we were talking about you. She was a hundred percent interested, the whole time. But with me…? I can’t explain, but it was different.”
“I told you,” I said gently, “bi women aren’t that common.”
“Last time you said they were rare. And I said they’re more common than you think.” She sighed and lapsed into thought. “I don’t think Kim’s bi. I think she wants to be, for Carter, but she isn’t sure for herself. Only, there’s something else. I don’t know what it is, though.”
“We’ll figure it out.”
She nodded and fell silent again.
“Did you talk to her about what Carter wants?”
“With me? No, not really. I just know he isn’t like Trip. He actually respects me, respects women. Yeah, he made that stupid comment about Leah being a guy, just ’cause she’s going to Columbia, but he didn’t know. And he apologized for real when you corrected him. It wasn’t like Trip’s fake apologies. You know he does that, right? He apologizes to get what he wants, but he doesn’t believe he’s done anything wrong.”
“I dunno,” I said. “He seems pretty genuine to me.”
Christy snorted but decided not to argue.
“Hold on, I thought you and Trip were getting along better.”
“We are,” she said. “But I still don’t think his apologies are real. Yeah, he thinks it’s cool that I sing and have perfect pitch, but he still doesn’t respect women. He isn’t Granville—”
“God, no!” I agreed.
“—but he’s isn’t you, either. And he isn’t Carter. I told you, Carter actually respects women. Yeah, he likes to give Kim orders and tell her what to do, but only ’cause she likes it too.”
“She does. Did you notice before they left? She was horny and dropping hints, but he said something to her?”
“That made her even hornier? I saw that. And she looked at him the way I look at you when I call you ‘sir.’”
“Did Kim say anything at all about being submissive?” I asked.
“She didn’t have to,” Christy laughed. “That’s why I said they’re more like us than we realized. She’s definitely a sub.”
“And he’s a Dom,” I agreed.
“Oh my gosh, yes. And for the record,” she added, “I like you being dominant when we make these arrangements. I hated flying blind with Lily and Will. Look how that turned out. Ugh! But I feel a lot better this time, and not just because Kim and Carter are older. It’s ’cause I trust you, and I know you’d never put me in a situation where I might get hurt.”
“No.”
“Carter’s the same. With Kim, I mean. He loves her. And everything he does is to protect her. I think that’s why he didn’t say anything about swinging tonight, even when he had the chance.”
“Probably. He was still getting to know us, still making sure we’re the right couple.”
We both fell silent, and I could feel her start to relax. Unfortunately, now I was wide awake, and I couldn’t stop thinking about what might happen if things worked out like we hoped they would.
Carter was the biggest wildcard. If he insisted on having sex with Christy, then we were all going to be disappointed. But if he didn’t mind a blowjob only— and it sounded like he didn’t—then we might get what we wanted. I couldn’t do anything about it at the moment, so I decided to relax and focus on what I could do.
Christy must have felt my attitude shift. “I really like talking to you in the middle of the night,” she said. “I know you get annoyed sometimes, especially when I wake you up—”
“Not really,” I laughed. “Okay, maybe at first, but you usually do it because you want to have sex.”
“Paul, dear, I need to have sex. I don’t think you understand. Sometimes I just wake up in the middle of the night. I’ve done it for as long as I can remember. At least since I started masturbating. I can’t go back to sleep until I do. It’s the same in the morning, when I wake up. If I don’t have the chance to play with myself, I feel sort of itchy all day. I can’t explain it— What’s so funny?”
“I know exactly what you mean,” I said with another chuckle. “I’m the same. I feel like I have this pressure under my skin. Not in my balls,” I stressed. “It’s like I’m a balloon that’s been overinflated or something—”
“That’s it!”
“—and it only goes away when I jerk off.”
“Exactly! So now you know how I feel when I wake up in the middle of the night. Yeah, I could probably play with myself and have a quiet little orgasm while you sleep, but… why? Especially since you’re right there, and you get hard as soon as I start playing with you. Sometimes it takes you longer to wake up than Mr. Big, but you always do.”
“And I always enjoy it.”
“Mmm, me too. But now you know what I mean. I don’t ‘want’ to have sex. I need it, need you.”
“Well, speaking of sex,” I said, “I have good news and bad news. Which do you want first?”
“Um… the bad news.”
“I’m probably not going for a run in the morning, which means we won’t have sex when I get back.”
“Oh. Then… what’s the good news?”
“We’re going to have sex now.”
“Oh, goody! I was hoping you’d say that.”
“Mmm hmm. First, my cock has a date with the back of your throat. Then I’m going to lick your pussy until you beg me to fuck you.”
“Oh my gosh, yes, please.”
To be continued…
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