Flirting with Fire: A Summer Camp Swingers novel

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.

I risked a glance through the patio doors. I couldn’t see the older girls, but the younger ones were still on their lounge chairs. The noonday sun reflected on the windows and masked the darker kitchen. Besides, the kitchen peninsula hid Allie almost completely. She stopped when she realized I wasn’t paying attention to her.

I looked down, and our eyes met. She moistened her lips, seductive and teasing at the same time. Then she steadied my shaft and held my gaze as she licked from the base to the tip. Her tongue stud sent another shiver of pleasure racing up my spine.

My breath came in short gusts through my nose. Allie watched my reaction as she planted a wet kiss on the tip of my cock. I groaned, a mixture of anticipation and frustration. I wanted her to suck, not lick, so I thrust my hips toward her. She still wanted to play.

She turned her head, and my cock grazed her cheek. She gripped my shaft with one hand and planted kisses on the base. After a moment she pressed her nose into the soft skin there. Her chin nudged my balls, and I felt the warmth of her breath as she opened her mouth. She licked and sucked, first one ball and then the other, while she continued stroking me.

At that point I’d had enough teasing. I grabbed the back of her head and shoved my fingers into the mass of her twisted hair. I tilted her head up and levered my hips backward. Allie groaned and caressed my shaft with her lower lip.

The head reached her open mouth, and her lips closed around me, warm and soft and wet. Her tongue stud teased the underside of my glans. I thrust gently and pulled her head toward me. My cock touched the back of her throat. She moaned and pressed her hands into my thighs to stop me. Then she closed her lips and sucked.

The pressure immediately started to build in my balls. Allie sensed it too and sighed in pleasure. She paused to enjoy it before she caressed my thighs and began sucking in earnest. I closed my eyes and felt a weird sense of déjà vu, new and not-new.

Allie had her own style, but her tongue stud fooled me into thinking she was Christy. It didn’t happen when my eyes were open, but I felt it again when I closed them. Fortunately, I was too worked up to analyze it. Instead, I simply enjoyed it.

Allie made love to my cock with her mouth, and it didn’t take long before I felt the first twinges of orgasm. She sensed it too and began stroking the base. She massaged my balls with her other hand, and her tongue stud hit the sensitive spot under my glans. I grunted and tightened my fingers in her hair.

The pressure built until my whole body thrummed with pent-up desire. Then the dam burst, and I grunted at the force of it. Allie moaned when the first spurt coated her tongue. She stopped moving her head and used her hands instead, stroking and squeezing as I unloaded into her willing mouth.

The spurts turned to gushes and then slowed to a trickle. Allie waited a moment before she pulled back and swallowed. Her breathing came heavy through her nose, a rush of warm air that flowed around the head of my cock. She teased the underside with her tongue stud, and a jolt of pleasure threatened to overwhelm me.

Allie took pity on me and stroked my shaft instead. She milked a final gush of semen onto her tongue. I felt a wave of exhaustion, like she was draining my entire body through the hose of my prick. In a way, that was exactly what she was doing.

I breathed hard through my nose and swallowed to moisten my mouth. Then I mustered the energy to open my eyes. Allie gazed up at me and smiled, a cat with her cream. I lifted her to her feet. Her lips found mine, and I tasted myself. Her cheeks were wet and sticky, but I didn’t care.

She kissed me again, harder than before, and pressed her body against mine. She felt soft and warm in my arms, and much bigger than I was used to. I slid my hand under the leg of her swimsuit and cupped her ass. She nuzzled my neck, and we held each other as our breathing slowly returned to normal.

* * *

“To be continued,” I sighed.

Allie inhaled softly and then nodded. She still hadn’t spoken, not since she’d started things. I didn’t feel any tension in her body, but she managed to surprise me with a soft laugh.

“What?”

“You didn’t have to get me naked after all.”

“Um… no. Although I didn’t realize that was an option. I mean, I really didn’t see it coming.”

“I did,” she said, with what sounded like resignation.

“Well, duh.”

She pulled back and looked into my eyes. I tried not to smile at the ring of dried semen and saliva around her mouth.

She grimaced. “Is it that bad?”

“Nothing we can’t take care of.”

“I’m always so messy when I give head.”

“Oh, I’m not complaining,” I chuckled.

“I know. I didn’t think you were.”

“Good. But… I have to ask…?”

“What happened to ‘friendly flirting’?” She grimaced again, wryly this time. “I thought I could, but…”

“What changed your mind?”

“Lots of things. The final straw was how you are with the girls.”

“Mmm. The ‘good father’ thing.”

“I don’t want to steal you away,” she blurted. “That isn’t it at all!”

“I didn’t think so.”

She relaxed and then nodded, although she tensed again when I chuckled.

“Sorry, I was just thinking,” I said. “About earlier, when I was showing off. It’s the difference between men and women. I thought it was physical, but it was emotional all along.”

“Oh, no, you have a really nice body. Your chest and arms… mmm.”

“I used to have a six-pack,” I boasted, “but not anymore. Now it’s a couple of two-liters.”

She snorted. It was my standard joke, and she’d heard it before.

“I like your two-liters, too,” she said, “but you’re right, it was mostly emotional.” She dithered a moment, so I turned serious. She was working up to something. “God, you have no idea,” she said at last. “I mean, how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

“You and me both. I wanted to before, but…”

She shook her head, and I wondered how long her ex would cast his shadow over us.

“Yeah, I know,” I said aloud. “I thought this weekend was gonna be the same.”

“Me too. I mean, I— I wanted to, but then I didn’t. I kept going back and forth. I’m so sorry.” She paused. “I guess… I mean… I had to, you know, work up the courage.”

“I’m glad you did.”

“I was going to say something…” She laughed. “I even had it planned out. Last night, when I couldn’t sleep.”

“I like this way better.”

“Ha! I bet you do!” She fell silent and slowly returned to the mundane world, the one with children who wanted lunch.

I checked my watch. “Believe it or not, it’s only been about fifteen minutes.”

“You came so quickly,” she teased.

“Don’t worry, I’ll last longer next time.”

She arched a puckish eyebrow. “Who says there’ll be a next time?”

“Me. Unless I read you wrong. I don’t think you’re the wham-bam type.”

“No.” She lowered her eyebrow but then smiled. “Not anymore, at least.”

“Oh?”

“I wasn’t always a boring housewife.”

Oh, I know, I chuckled to myself. Aloud, I reassured her, “You still aren’t. You’re a mom I’d like to fuck.”

“Oh, God… we have to stop.”

“Yeah, you’re right. We’d better start making sandwiches instead, before Little Miss Metabolism comes calling.”

“I love how you are with her. I mean, she drives Christy crazy, but you handle her easily.”

“She’s a daddy’s girl.”

“They all are.” Allie leaned in for a parting kiss. “Do you have a problem with it?”

* * *

Ten minutes later we headed outside with four plates of sandwiches and veggies.

Helios gazed down on us, and his blazing chariot slowed to a crawl atop the hazy blue dome of the sky. Zephyr faltered under the weight of the titan’s attention. Instead of a refreshing breeze, the west wind clung to the earth like a lover, like Eros after a tryst with Psyche.

I gave a snort at my own imagination.

The word you’re looking for is “grandiloquence,” the little head said. Besides, Zephyr delivered Psyche to a meadow. She didn’t meet Eros until later.

Everyone’s a critic, I griped, and Allie shot me a sideways frown. “Sorry. Just the way my mind works.”

“Mmm.”

“It’s part of my charm.”

“Uh-huh.”

The older girls rose from their lounge chairs by the shallow end of the pool. Emily said something to Madison, who went back for her towel. It was a nudist’s best friend, after all.

Allie and I set the food on the table by the corner of the pool house. The umbrella described a circle of shade, but it was only an illusion of cool, an island in the sweltering Sea of Celsius.

Stop! the little head cried.

No one asked you.

“Girls,” Allie said to the younger ones. “Would you care to join us?”

Susie and Carly climbed over the rocks of the waterfall instead of walking around. Madison rolled her eyes, but Emily just shrugged.

“Is juice okay for everyone?” I said. “Cran-apple?” No one objected, so I nodded toward the house. “Run and get it, please, Boo.”

“Why do I have to do it?” she grumped.

“Because it’s cool inside, and I thought you’d enjoy it.”

“Oh. Okay. In that case…”

“Mmm.”

Allie’s eyes twinkled with a grin.

The other girls spread their towels and settled into chairs. Susie returned with the bottle and four cups. She poured for everyone.

“Do you need anything else?” I asked.

Emily finished chewing her carrot and said, “No, thank you,” very politely.

“Thanks for lunch,” Susie said.

Carly chewed her sandwich and beamed with honey-eyed thanks.

“Yeah, thanks, Mr. H.,” Madison added.

“What about me?” Allie laughed.

“Oh, yeah. Thanks, Mom.”

Carly nodded around a second bite.

“I think we’re going to eat inside,” I told them. I had plans that didn’t include four young ladies, so I nodded toward the pool house. “Do you all wanna watch a movie after lunch? You still have a bunch of DVDs from last night.”

Emily’s eyes lit up, and she looked at Madison, who was thinking the same thing.

“Harry Potter?”

“Chamber of Secrets?”

“Is that the one with the big snake thing?” Susie said. “I don’t like that one. It’s scary.”

“So?” Madison said.

Allie started to react, but I stopped her with a slight headshake.

“Be nice,” Emily said to her friend. “We can watch it later. Why don’t we watch The Sorcerer’s Stone instead. How about that, Suse?”

“Ooh, I like that one!”

Carly nodded agreement.

Madison sulked, “Babies.”

Emily cleared her throat with a warning, and Madison reacted as if she’d been slapped. Allie had to bite her tongue to keep from laughing.

“Yeah, all right,” Madison said. “I guess we can watch whatever.”

Emily nodded. As far as she was concerned, she was the only one who could fight with Susie. Anyone else would have to go through her first, and my money was on her. My little princess was small, but she was tougher than anyone I knew, including her uncle Rich. (Yes, that Uncle Rich, former Navy SEAL and all-around badass. She put him to shame for pure stubbornness, and he’d be the first to say so.)

“Oh, that reminds me!” Allie said out of the blue. “Maddy, do you wanna tell Em about the book?”

“Oh, yeah! We brought Order of the Phoenix. I got three for my birthday. You can have one.”

“Oh my gosh, thank you,” Emily said.

“I started reading it last night,” Madison gushed. “It’s a-mazing! You aren’t gonna believe what happens. Harry and Dudley get attacked by dementors—”

“Seriously? Where?”

“At home. In Little Whinging. Harry has to…”

I nodded to Allie, and we returned to the cool of the house.

“Thanks for the book,” I said. “I promised Emily we’d buy it today.”

“Well, now you don’t have to.”

“Good, ’cause our plans changed.” I shot her a grin. “Definitely for the better.”

“Definitely.”

“So… what do I owe you?” I asked, and she quirked an eyebrow. “For the book! Sorry. Not for the other.”

“I wouldn’t know what to charge. I mean, what’s the going rate for a blowjob these days?”

“How should I know!” I laughed. “Besides, I’ll pay you back a different way for that. Lemme grab my wallet first.”

“Don’t worry about it,” she said. “You bought the pizza last night.”

“No, I insist.”

She shook her head. Then she looked into my eyes, and the temperature in the room went from parental to carnal. Even the air seemed to crackle with sexual tension.

Allie moistened her lips. I stepped close and slid my hand over her hip. She didn’t move away, so I leaned in for a kiss. I pulled her toward me, and she sighed into my mouth, although she pushed me away almost as quickly. She stepped back, lowered her eyes, and dried her lips.

“Oh, crap,” I said. “Sorry. Did I misread things again?”

“No! No. It— It isn’t that.”

“Okay,” I said slowly. “Then… what?”

She winced when she couldn’t explain, and I didn’t press her. I looked around the kitchen instead and found the distraction I was looking for.

“Let’s just make lunch. Then we can relax, no strings attached. Sound good?”

“Thank you. And… I’m sorry. That’s it. Just… thank you.”

* * *

The girls moved to the pool house after they finished their sandwiches, and I went to check on them when Allie and I finished ours. The older girls lay at opposite ends of the couch, while the younger ones stretched in front of it with their heads propped on pillows. They all had their towels wrapped around them and looked like colorful little sausages.

“Allie and I are gonna hang out,” I said to Emily, who nodded. “You need anything before then?”

“No, thank you.”

“All right. Enjoy.”

I left them to the movie and gathered their plates and cups on the way back to the main house. Allie had already cleaned up our mess.

“We really are a good team,” I said as I handed her the dishes. She put them in the sink with the others.

“Were the girls okay? Everyone getting along?”

“Like pigs in a blanket.”

“What?” she laughed.

“Sorry, it was a visual.”

“Ah, right. I think I know what you mean.”

“Yeah. So… what do you want to do? I mean, the girls’ll be occupied for a couple of hours. We can watch a movie ourselves. Or…?”

“Or… what?”

I glanced at her cleavage.

She rolled her eyes but didn’t try to put me off.

“Sorry, I can’t help it,” I said unapologetically. “I’m a guy. I’m impressed by visuals.”

“I’m not that impressive. Not anymore, at least.”

I cocked my head and considered her for a moment. She tried not to fidget, but she wasn’t entirely successful.

“You’re worried about a mom body?” I said.

“That’s a polite way to put it.”

“Is that all?”

“It’s a lot. I mean—”

“You’re very sexy. Your body, for sure, but your mind too.”

She lowered her eyes. “Thank you.”

“And you know I want to have sex with you.”

“I do too. But… I mean… I’m not exactly…”

“Not exactly what?” I ducked to look into her eyes and sighed at what I saw. “Ah. Now I get it. Ken?”

“Who else?”

I didn’t know exactly what had happened, but I could imagine. Men liked women who were young and firm and bouncy, but a lot of them never saw beyond that. I felt sorry for them, and especially the ones like Ken, who blew up their marriages because their wives’ bodies changed. They never figured out that a woman’s sex drive changed along with her looks.

So their wives weren’t young and firm anymore? So what? They made up for it with experience. They also had fewer inhibitions. Personally, I would have chosen a horny mom over a whole harem of eighteen-year-olds. The mom would do things the younger women couldn’t, wouldn’t, or shouldn’t. Hell, even Trip had figured that one out!

“Yeah, well… Ken’s an idiot,” I said.

Allie snorted a derisive laugh.

“Come on, I’ll prove it.”