She wasn’t the least bit slow on the uptake. She didn’t know the reason, but she understood that Trip wanted to give Christy and me some time alone.
“Yeah, I guess,” she said.
“Awesome. Let’s get dressed and head out. The Padres are at the Reds tonight,” he said as they walked away. “We should be able to pick up the game on AM.”
“For real?” Brooke said. “That’d be awesome! Hold on, how far is Cincinnati?”
“No idea, but I used to do it all the time when I was a kid.”
Christy didn’t even wait for them to get out of earshot.
“What’s the matter?” she asked quietly. “Are you okay? Was it Granville? Bad?”
“No worse than usual,” I said.
She didn’t believe me.
“I got worked up about something I can’t change.”
“Do you wanna talk about it?”
“Not really.”
“That’s okay, you’ll tell me eventually.”
I smiled sardonically. “True.”
“So, do you want me to distract you instead?”
“Yeah, I think that’s exactly what I need right now, the perfect Granville antidote.”
“I knew you’d see it my way. Where do you want me, the pool or the bedroom?”
“I have a better idea.”
* * *
We left a note for the others and told them not to wait for us for dinner. Then we packed a picnic dinner of our own, along with a couple of bottles of wine. We gathered the rest of our things and threw them into the back of the pickup truck. The drive to the quarry still took twenty minutes, but it was better than a two-hour hike, especially with the heat and humidity in the upper eighties.
We spent the rest of the afternoon relaxing and enjoying ourselves. We had sex, of course, but mostly we talked, about Granville, life after camp, and a million-billion other things. Finally, we lay together and simply gazed at the hazy sky in companionable silence.
The sun slanted over the trees, and the temperature felt like it had fallen several degrees. We listened to the sound of the waterfall below and the rustling of pines as the breeze picked up. Trip’s little radio played softly in the background. (I’d kept it by right of conquest.) The local rock station started a three-song rock block with Boston, “Don’t Look Back.”
Christy rolled toward me and rested her head on my chest. “I wish we could stay here forever.”
I stroked her arm with a light touch.
“I think this is my favorite place in the whole camp.”
I silently agreed, and she hummed along until the song ended. The next one started, and she laughed.
“Do you know what this one’s called? ‘Foreplay/Long Time.’ I think they’re trying to tell us something.” She moved her hand to my penis and fondled it. “What do you think, Mr. Big?”
He enjoyed the attention, but I wasn’t in a hurry. We had the rest of our lives, after all.
“I know what you just said,” Christy accused. “You get this sound in your voice. Well, not your voice, but you know what I mean. You sort of sigh happily.”
I nodded.
“I suppose we do,” she added. “Have the rest of our lives.”
I kissed the top of her head.
“I like when you’re like this. Quiet, I mean. I can hear you in my heart instead of my head.”
I felt the same way.
“I know, right?” She snuggled closer, and the breeze cooled our sun-warmed skin.
The next song began, “More Than a Feeling.”
Christy laughed again. “Now I know they’re trying to tell us something. You still aren’t in a hurry, are you? That’s okay. Neither am I.” She fell silent for a moment and then said, “I don’t know if I can explain it, but I don’t get scared anymore. Not when I’m with you. Sometimes I don’t know when things are going to happen, but they don’t seem as important as long as we’re together.”
I squeezed her shoulder in reassurance.
“Like now. We haven’t talked about the you-know-what, but I’m okay with that. I really, really don’t wanna mess this up.” She released my dick and hugged me instead. “Sorry, Mr. Big. I’ll take care of you later. I promise.”
I made him twitch in agreement.
“I love when you do that,” she sighed. “It makes me think there really are two of you.”
Yep.
“I love when you do that, too. Talk to me in your head, I mean.”
Mmm.
She lapsed into thought and then said, “Trip’s been really nice lately, a perfect gentleman. Although… he’s still annoyed that you’re sleeping with Brooke and he isn’t. He hasn’t said anything, but I can tell.”
I shrugged in mild disagreement.
“I suppose you’re right. At least he pretends he’s interested in more than her body. That’s better than most guys. Besides, she doesn’t really care. She thinks he’s cute, but he isn’t her type. It’s just sex.”
I nodded.
“She was asking about Mark, too. She really wants to try three guys at once.” Christy shivered in mock revulsion. “In the butt? No, thank you! Brooke says it feels really good, but… ugh, no. Just… no.”
I chuckled at her vehemence.
“Well, how would you like it?”
I wouldn’t.
“Exactly. For the record, I’d let you do it if you really wanted to, but—”
I shook my head.
“Thank you.”
We fell silent and listened to the sounds of the wind and water. I was content to lie there, but she was still in a talkative mood.
“What do you think they’re doing back at camp?” she asked.
I shrugged, close enough to indifference that it didn’t matter.
“Do you think they’re fooling around?”
No way.
“Yeah, you’re right. Brooke’s so funny about it. Sex, I mean. She talks a good game, but she always chickens out. Like today. She wanted to seduce Trip while he was working. She didn’t, of course.”
Christy sighed. “Sometimes I think she watches too much porn. It was the same when we were younger and read all those letters in Penthouse. She wants to do that stuff, but she never does. And then she gets disappointed when guys in real life aren’t like the ones in movies and letters. That’s why she really wants to try swinging.
“Oh, and please don’t tell her I told you all this,” Christy continued. “She doesn’t mind you knowing all her secrets, but she wants to tell you herself.”
I nodded slowly.
“You already know all my secrets, don’t you? Sometimes I can’t believe it. I never thought I’d meet someone as perverted as I am. Not a guy, at least. Brooke definitely is. I think maybe she’s more perverted, but only in her head. Mmm, speaking of ‘head.’” Christy walked her fingers down my stomach. “Hello, Mr. Big. Remember me? I told you I’d take care of you.”
I guided her up for a kiss, and we made out as she stroked my dick. Then she swung her leg over my body and straddled my stomach. We continued kissing, although she nuzzled my neck and moaned when I cupped her ass. After a moment she began grinding her pussy against the underside of my cock.
The song on the radio ended, and “Feel Like Makin’ Love” began.
“Oh my gosh,” Christy laughed, “do you think they’re watching us?”
“I doubt it. But we should probably do what they say.”
“Mmm, yes, please.”
* * *
We eventually packed up and returned to camp. The temperature had dropped nearly ten degrees after the sun had set, and the humidity was down as well. The air was still warm, but nothing like it had been all week. The breeze helped, although a solid layer of stratus clouds had arrived with it. They hid the stars, but the stellar scenery was a fair trade for an otherwise pleasant evening.
Trip and the girls were drinking on the patio and listening to the ballgame on his boom box. I still had work to do, but he stopped me as I headed toward the clubhouse. They’d already organized the drawings and applications, he said, and everything was ready for our meeting in the morning.