Best Laid Plans: A Summer Camp Swingers Novel

Chapter 9

We closed down the hot tub a little while later.

“Do you want to come in through the master bedroom?” Mom asked.

It was a question on the surface, but the subtext was the real message. She wasn’t inviting me to her bed. She was asking which door I’d like to use, on the way to my own bed. She didn’t want to sleep with me and didn’t want to hurt my feelings by saying so. Fortunately, I felt the same way, that sleeping with someone was more intimate than sex. I was intimate with Christy, not my mother.

“Nah, that’s okay,” I said. “The living room door is closer.”

She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that I understood. “Okay. Sleep tight.”

“You too.”

She gave me a motherly kiss goodnight and then we went to our separate bedrooms.

I climbed into bed and lay awake for a while, thinking about what had happened and what I wanted to tell Christy, if anything. I still hadn’t decided, but I remembered that I’d promised to call, so I rose and went through the kitchen. I found the note where I’d written Brooke’s phone number and sank into a chair as I dialed. She answered on the fourth ring but shrieked before she could even say hello.

“Um, hello?” I said.

“Sorry,” Brooke answered, more composed. “Hello?”

“Hey, it’s Paul. Everything okay?”

“It’s Paul,” she said to Christy. To me, “Yeah, sorry. We’re just having a party. Don’t worry, it’s private.”

“And we aren’t drinking!” Christy shouted from the background.

I wondered if anyone ever had a phone conversation with just one of them. Then I listened to them wrestle for control of the phone. Christy eventually won.

“No fair,” Brooke complained in the distance. “And you spilled my drink!”

“Hello?” Christy said. She sounded winded but happy. “Sorry about that. Hold on.” She covered the mouthpiece and said something to Brooke that I didn’t hear. “Okay, I’m back,” she said. “Sorry. She’s going to open another bottle of wine. Oops! I said we weren’t drinking.”

“I kinda figured it out,” I said dryly.

“You caught me. We’re just having a silly girls’ night.”

“Sounds like it. And it sounds like you picked up right where you left off last summer.”

“Oh, we have, Paul. It’s wonderful. Brooke’s wonderful. Sometimes I wonder why I ever left San Diego. Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad I did—I’d’ve never met you if I hadn’t—but she’s so fun.”

“Well, good,” I chuckled. “You need to let your hair down sometimes.”

“And speaking of hair, you won’t believe what she did! Well, you’ll see for yourself when you get here. I’ll give you a hint, though: there’s less than there used to be.”

“Really?”

“Mmm hmm. That’s all I’ll say for now. Hold on a sec. She’s back with wine. Here, talk to her.”

“Hey,” Brooke said. “When’re you coming out here?”

“Saturday.”

“Oh, that’s right! We’re s’posed to pick you up at the airport. Christy showed me pictures. You’re cute.”

Christy herself squawked in the background.

“Thanks,” I said. “I haven’t seen pictures of you, but she said you’re a redhead?”

“Yeah. Up top, at least. Not down below.” She tried unsuccessfully to muffle a snicker. “Not anymore.”

“That’s what Christy said.” They both sounded like they’d had several glasses of wine already.

“I always wanted to do it,” Brooke continued, “so I thought, ‘What the hell?’”

“Exactly.”

“I can’t believe I’m telling you this, but I feel like I know you already. You’re all Christy talks about. You seem like such a cool guy, so I guess it’s okay that I told you about shaving my coochie. Hold on, she wants to talk to you.”

The phone changed hands again.

“Sorry about that,” Christy said. “She gave away the surprise.”

“I kinda figured it out.”

“Oh, Paul… I’ve missed her so much. Talking on the phone isn’t enough. I need to see her more often. Do you think we could fly out here one weekend? Maybe instead of West Virginia?”

“Sure, we could do that. It’s a much longer trip, though, so we’d have to plan it.”

“I know! For Easter.” She said something to Brooke that I couldn’t make out. “She says perfect!” All of a sudden she pouted. “When’re you coming? Saturday? That’s, like, a week from now!”

“It’s the day after tomorrow,” I chuckled.

“I miss you.”

“I miss you too.”

She whispered, “Especially Mr. Big.”

“He misses you.”

“I can’t wait to see him.”

Brooke said something.

“Oh my gosh, yes,” Christy said to her. “It’s perfect.” To me again, “Brooke wants to know if you’ll let her see your penis when you’re here.” She snickered. “Of course he will,” she said to her friend. “When we go to the beach. What? Before? No! I mean, yes! But only if you pour more wine. No, no, no! Stop! That’s enough!”

I rolled my eyes at their tipsy antics.

“I’m sorry,” Christy said at last. “She just spilled wine all over me. Good thing it’s white, but I’d better get out of these wet clothes. That’s probably what she wanted in the first place.”

“Probably,” I agreed.

“I’d better go. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Saturday,” I repeated.

“Whatever. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Okay, bye.”

I pressed the button to hang up and sat with the handset in my lap. Then I smiled at how happy she’d sounded. She’d needed a break as much as I had. I still didn’t know if I’d tell her about Mom, but I had a couple of days to decide.

Back in the guest bedroom, I fell asleep almost as soon as my head hit the pillow. Sometime later—two minutes or two hours, I wasn’t sure—I heard something and opened my eyes.

“Shh,” Mom said softly. “It’s only me.” She lifted the covers. “Slide over.”

I moved toward the center of the bed and she crawled in beside me. She was nude, and her skin felt smooth against mine.

“I couldn’t sleep,” she said quietly.

I mumbled something incoherent.

“I was thinking about midnight blowjobs.” She found my penis and stroked gently. “I hope you don’t mind.”

“I’m used to it,” I chuckled without explaining.

She scooted lower and draped one leg over mine. Her breasts felt soft and warm against my thigh. She kissed my stomach and then the area where my pubic hair would’ve been, if I’d had any. “This’ll take some getting used to,” she said, “but I think I like it. It looks good on you.”

“How can you tell?” I asked groggily. “It’s dark.”

“Not too dark for me to find this.” She kissed the tip of my slowly expanding cock. She swallowed half my length while I was still only semi-hard. Then she made a soft sound and closed her lips around the smooth base of my shaft. Her throat muscles contracted and sent a shiver through my groin.

My penis took a lot longer than usual to become fully erect, but that didn’t seem to bother her. She simply took her time and enjoyed my protracted arousal.

After several minutes she began sucking in earnest. Her hair brushed my abdomen as she moved her head in a circular rhythm. Then she cupped my balls with her free hand and kneaded them gently.

It was a slow, sensual blowjob. I was barely awake through most of it, which was partly why it took so long. The other reason was that Mom was enjoying herself. I also realized, belatedly, that she was playing with herself with her other hand.

We came at the same time, or close enough. I groaned softly and filled her mouth, and about ten seconds later she tensed with her own climax. Afterward she breathed heavily through her nose as my cock slowly shrank in her mouth.

She eventually climbed out of bed, pulled the covers over me, and kissed me goodnight for the second time. She left quietly as I drifted back to sleep.