Secrets Revealed Pt. I

On that Friday, after the kids had all gone home, Harold found me. Looking around conspiratorially, he told me about a party planned for late that night at the pool. There was going to be booze and everybody was going to go skinny-dipping.

"Bill will shit if he gets wind of this," I warned him.

"That's why we're keeping it quiet. I heard Bill is going home this weekend. So how about it? Are you and Patrice coming?"

"I don't know if she'd go for a party that wild but I'll ask and let you know."

"Cool. I'll check with you later," he said, and took off.

I found Patrice carrying sheets to the laundry. She greeted me with a big smile and I took her bundle from her.

"Want to go to a party tonight?" I asked.

"Sure. Where?"

"At the pool after dark," I told her. "There will be lots of alcohol, and we'll all go swimming by moonlight."

"That sounds like fun," she said as we reached the Quonset hut that served as the camp laundry.

"What sounds like fun?" Abby asked. She was coming out as we walked in.

"A party," Patrice said.

"Uh, it's a secret, uh, from the

administration

," I hedged. I hadn't meant for Abby to hear about it.

"Why?" Patrice asked. "They know we drink on the weekends."

I blushed as I pulled the girls aside, away from the door in case someone else passed by.

"We're going to go skinny-dipping in the pool tonight," I whispered.

"Really?" Patrice said, surprised but with a sly smile on her face. She put her hand on my cheek. "Sounds like fun." Then, looking at Abby, the smile disappeared as she continued, "but maybe not tonight."

"Why not? It sounds like fun. What time does it start?" Abby asked.

Both of our mouths dropped open.

"Abby, I mean we're not going to be wearing bathing suits. Nobody is," I told her.

"I understood that. What time?" she asked, smiling broadly.

"Abby?" Patrice whispered.

"Look, Trip left me and I think it was because I wasn't adventurous enough. If I'm going to change, I need to do something wild. I'm going. Are you?"

I just kept looking from one to the other of them, still holding the bundle of sheets. Patrice looked at me and grinned.

"I guess we are. What time, Tim?"

I shook my head in disbelief.

I ran into Harold later and told him we were coming. All

three

of us.

"Three? You, Patrice and who?" Then he thought a moment and, with a look of surprise on his face, "Not Miss Goody Two Shoes?"

"Her name is Abby, Harold, and yes, she's coming."

"Does she know what

skinny-dipping

means?"

"Yes, she does. Just have lots of wine coolers. The girls like those more than beer."

I gave him some money to help pay for the booze and told him we'd be there about a half hour after dark.

Those of us who were planning to attend the party ate at the dining hall. Harold and a few other guys had hauled in a few ice chests of drinks. Bill had left earlier in the afternoon as expected. We did blowouts like this every year—and it was always fun—but they were done in secrecy and attended by a small group of counselors. Doing it at the pool this year was different. Skinny-dipping was a first.

I was hanging around with the girls, helping them finish a few tasks in their bunkhouse, and waiting for the time to go to the party.

"Are you sure about this, Abby?" I asked.

"Yes, I'm sure. I need a chance to get wild and unwind."

Patrice and I exchanged raised eyebrows.

"I can be wild," Abby said, but her tone seemed to be a question more so than a statement.

I looked at my watch.

"Okay, time to go," I announced.

Taking Patrice by the hand, we started out. Abby came around the other side and linked her arm in mine. The three of us marched across the camp. I did notice that Abby's grip on my arm tightened a little as we got closer to the pool.

From a distance, the pool looked like nothing much was going on. There were a few small lights on and the gate was open. The chain and padlock hung from the fence. As we approached, the background sound of the crickets was pierced by the soft murmurs of conversation. Two ice chests were beside the pool. Six couples were sitting on the side of the pool, still wearing shorts and shirts, and dangling their legs in the water.

"See. I

tol

d you," Harold said to the others as he saw us coming in. His speech was slightly slurred like someone who had already had a few beers since dinner.

"Hi, everybody," Abby said, erasing any doubt that it was really her.

It was pretty dark around the pool. I got a beer and handed the girls each a wine cooler. A few of the others were staring at Abby.

She kicked off her shoes, sat down, and saw that she was the center of attention—a quiet and stunned attention.

"What?" she asked.

"I just can't believe you came," Melanie said.

"Yeah, you do know what we're going to do, right?" Greg asked.

Abby took a long sip from her wine cooler.

"Yes, I do," she said with a smile. Then she took a deep breath. She tried to sound confident with her next statement but I knew her well enough to hear the tiny tremor in her voice.

"Who wants to go swimming?"

The question hung in the air. It wasn't that we weren't going to do it. Everyone was just shocked that Abby said it. I looked at Patrice. She just stared back. I didn't want Abby to get any more scared than she already was. If she was going to go through with this, I was going to stand at her side. I stood up.

"I do," I said as I pulled my shirt over my head and kicked off my shoes.

Patrice must have been having the same thoughts because she stood up, too. After I tossed my shirt aside, I looked at the others. No one was moving.

"Well, are we going to do this or not?" I asked the assembled group.

Harold grinned and took off his shirt. Before he could stand, Abby said, "Yes," but it was so soft that I barely heard her. She reached for the hem of her polo shirt with two trembling hands and lifted, revealing her white bra in the near darkness. Her shirt came off and floated ethereally to the concrete deck

That was what broke the stillness. Nobody believed Abby was really going through with it. Once she started, everybody began shedding clothes. Giggles and laughs filtered through the group as we undressed. It was surreal. Girls I had admired all summer were revealing the bodies I had wondered about. I was reaching for the waistband of my underwear when I realized that I had a hardon. When I removed this last piece of clothes, everybody was going to see it. I felt myself blush. I saw Patrice nervously stepping out of her panties and thought,

What the hell

? I pushed down and my cock sprang free into the night air.

Splashes and cheers erupted as people jumped in. I grabbed Patrice's hand and looked for Abby. Finding her naked and looking more nervous now, I took her hand and we stood at the edge of the pool.

"One, two, three," I called and we jumped in together.

Had I just done that

?

Had

Patrice

just done that

? The feel of her slick body against mine as she hugged me told me she had.

More importantly, had

Abby

just done that

?

Patrice wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her lips to mine, giving me a fierce French kiss. My cock throbbed in appreciation. I opened my eyes as our lips separated and I was rewarded with a sultry smile from my girlfriend.

I looked around and found Abby bobbing in the water, drinking from her bottle. Her blond hair, a little darker now that it was wet, sparkled in the dim light. Abby swam over and joined us.

"This is fun!" she said.

A few of the other girls cheered at her words. We swam around, we played silly games, we had a raucous time while alcohol kept our inhibitions at bay. In time, things slowed down and we ended up at the shallow end of the pool, everybody with a bottle in hand, just talking. The obvious question came up almost immediately.

"Abby, what made you do this?"

It was Melanie, again, who asked. Abby drained her drink.

"Someone get me another of these, please?" she asked. "Before I think about what I'm doing?" One of the guys dragged the ice chest over to the pool and handed her one.

"It sounded like fun." Abby had our attention now. "You don't think this is the first time I've been nude in a social setting, do you?" Her choice of words sounded unfamiliar, yet she herself sounded like she was familiar with doing this. Her statement stunned us all. This was

not

the Abby we thought we knew. She quickly drank nearly half of the bottle, perhaps to muster her courage.

"You all know my boyfriend broke up with me last weekend, right?" Nods all around. It was hard to miss her depression, and bad news traveled fast in Camp Kisatchie. "He wouldn't tell me why. Well, not really. He said it was because of him but I did a lot of thinking this week A lot of thinking and a lot of crying. I finally figured out that it was because I wasn't wild enough for him. I'm always too reserved. I don't take chances. I decided I was never going to let someone say that about me again. When a chance comes, I'm going to take it."

"Don't go overboard, honey," one of the girls suggested.

"Let her do whatever she wants to," a guy said. "Ready for another wine cooler?"

His comments made everyone laugh. When the laughter died, Patrice spoke up.

"What did you mean when you said 'this wasn't the first time'?"

Abby smiled. We were all kneeling or sitting in the shallow water, in a kind of circle. Abby was next to Patrice and me, but in front, like she was in the middle of the circle. She started to tell us a story.

"At the end of last semester, we had this party, just four of us. My boyfriend and me, and my roommate and her boyfriend. We're all very good friends. Our other suitemates had already left for the summer so it was just Kendall and me in the apartment. We got together for dinner at this nice Italian restaurant, and we drank a lot of wine with dinner."

Abby giggled at the memory and she had our complete attention.

"Anyway, after dinner, we all went back to our place. The guys were up to something but I couldn't figure it out until they started talking about it being hot and wanting to get comfortable—without their clothes."

If Abby hadn't had all our attention before, she would have had it now. We couldn't wait to hear more, but the most amazing part was that it was coming from sweet, innocent Abby's mouth.

"I knew my roommate and her boyfriend were... I mean, I knew they were having sex and all, so they had seen each other without clothes. Trip and I were together, too, but I had never gotten undressed in front of Paul before. They all talked me into it, even Kendall. When Trip kissed me on my neck and behind my ear, I just couldn't resist. Before I knew what was happening, we were letting the guys take our dresses off. It was really strange, standing there with her boyfriend staring at my body. I felt so self conscious, but having Kendall there and naked too helped a lot."

She paused and took another sip of wine cooler, but no one said anything. Still in shock, we all had to hear the rest of the story. No one even wanted to interrupt to ask a question.

"So Kendall and I were standing there in the living room, wearing, well," she giggled, "what we're all wearing now. We were waiting for the guys to take their clothes off. Actually, I wanted to rip Trip's clothes off, but he took Paul into the kitchen to 'ask him a question' at that moment. I wanted to scream. Kendall and I were standing there, facing each other, while the guys talked and laughed in the kitchen. I started to reach for my panties but Kendall stopped me with a look. She told me to wait a little longer so I did. Then she sat down on the couch and I did, too. Boy, did the couch feel funny against my bottom without any clothes on."

That got a few snickers from her listeners.

"Finally, the guys came back. Kendall asked them what they were doing and Paul told her they were discussing something that came up. Trip and Kendall started laughing at that. It took me a minute to realize what had come up," she said, raising her eyebrows and using an index finger to demonstrate. We all laughed and she even blushed a little.

"I was so embarrassed when I finally caught on that I hid my face. When I looked up again, the guys

finally

took their clothes off. When they did, they both looked pretty good."

One of the girls finally broke the silence of the audience by asking, "Were they both..." and she made the same motion with her finger that Abby had.

Abby blushed, laughed, and said, "

Oh

, yeah." We all joined in with her laughter.

"So what happened next?"

"Well, then they opened some more sparkling wine. They sat on the floor next to us, with their

things

sticking out and Trip asked me what we should talk about. I was finally drunk enough to—and I think the only way I'm telling this story now is because I'm drunk—answer that we should talk about the first thing that comes up. That got everybody laughing and relaxed.

"It was a little while longer before I was drunk enough to sneak a look at Paul's—and it looked pretty good, too—and the guys got relaxed enough that they weren't as, well," and she straightened her index finger again, shrugging her shoulders and getting everybody laughing.

"As the evening wore on, we ended up sitting in the guys' laps and making out. Things really heated up, though, so we each took our guy to our bedroom for the night. We had a hot time that night. From the sounds coming from Kendall's room, they did, too."

"And?" Melanie asked.

"And what?" Abby said after another swig from her bottle.

"What next? No group sex on the living room floor? No swapping partners?"

Abby blushed mightily. "Goodness, no. The night was wild, not

sick

."

"Well, I'm impressed. Surprised, amazed, even, but impressed. I think this was Trip's loss, Abby," I told her.

A chorus of, "Here, here," rose as bottles were lifted in Abby's direction.

"Yeah, maybe," she said, her words now slurring a little from all she had drunk. "Now I'm a free woman," she said, leaning back against the side of the pool.

There was silence for a few minutes. Only the sound of the ripples in the water disturbed the silence.

"It will be tough to top that story," Fred finally said.

He was right. We talked about a few things, but no one had anything to top the impact of Abby's story. We had seen another side of her that night. We drank, we swam, and in time we got out of the pool and got dressed.

It was fun watching the girls get dressed. They probably enjoyed watching us dress, too. For Patrice's sake, I tried not to be too obvious about looking, and it

was

kind of dark. When we were dressed, I walked the girls back to their bunkhouse.

"Why don't you two stay together tonight," Abby suggested to us. "I'll be alright by myself."

"We can't," I said. "Jim is staying here this weekend."

Abby smiled as she said, "You two can have the bedroom. I'll sleep in one of the bunk beds. I'll pull the sheets off my bed."

Patrice started to protest but Abby cut her off by putting a hand on her arm. Patrice hugged Abby and thanked her.

"We'll try to keep the noise down," I said with a smile.

Patrice gave me a hard look. Abby just giggled.

"It's okay. I know what you're going to be doing. Don't worry about me," Abby said.

She gathered up some things and left, closing the door behind her. From beyond the door, she called back, "I'll be sleeping at the other end of the room."

We both laughed at that.

"Well, I guess we won't surprise her if we're noisy," I said.

Patrice started to answer me but stopped. Instead she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me into a tight embrace, slipping her tongue into my mouth. We tried to make our way onto the bed without separating our lips. We almost made it but fell onto the mattress just as we got to the edge. The bed slammed against the wall with a bang.

"I heard that!" called Abby from a distance.

We pulled apart, laughing. We undressed, turned out the light and got into bed. I was settling down with my face between Patrice's thighs when she spoke up.

"I feel funny doing this with her being all alone out there," Patrice said.

"Do you want me to go ask her to join us?" I joked.

"Don't be gross, Tim," she told me.

I knew it was a long shot. I buried my face in my girlfriend's lap and soon she forgot all about poor lonely Abby.

I woke up the next morning to the feel of Patrice's naked body laid across mine. I already sported a woody before I even became fully aware of her presence. I enjoyed lying there, feeling her body against mine and listening to her breathing. As I waited for her to wake up, I thought about our relationship. The end of the summer was coming. When we went home, we would have a long distance relationship, much like the failed one Abby had with Trip. I was going to make a quick visit home before coming back for the start of school. Patrice was going home to Shreveport before also going back to school. It would be hard to manage to see each other very often. As I thought about that, I felt a tear escape my eye.

I blinked but the tears just kept coming. I was determined not to let Patrice see me upset. I knew she was only barely managing to keep her emotions beneath the surface. I gently moved one arm to wipe away my tears with my hand but the motion woke her.

"Mmm, this is so nice, waking up next to you," she said in a sleepy voice.

She moved the leg that was draped across my thighs and encountered my erection.

"Someone is ready to play," she said, eliciting a jerk from my cock. "Yes, very ready," she cooed. Her hand moved down to stroke me and she never noticed I had been crying.

I rolled her over to her side and began sucking on one of her nipples, keeping my face out of sight a little longer. Before long, I leaned over and retrieved the box of condoms she now kept in the drawer of her nightstand. I put one on as she watched in wet fascination. She was on her back, I was kneeling in front of her, and she was placing her legs on my shoulders. I looked down at her pussy, framed with dark hair in the early morning light. It was a lovely sight indeed. Holding my stiff shaft in my right hand, I rubbed the head up and down through her curly hair. I smiled when I could see her pussy getting even wetter in reaction to the stimulation.

"Are you

ever

going to stick that thing in me?" she asked, exasperated.

I gave her a

Who me?

look. Without saying a word, I leaned forward on my dick's next trip down her lips. At the bottom, I felt my dick spread her rubbery inner lips. Her ample juices lubricated my penetration of her body and she sighed loudly. I did it in one motion, not stopping until I was fully inside her body. Catching on to the clues that she was ready for an intense fucking, I grabbed an ankle in each hand, held her legs in front of me, and relentlessly pounded into her body. Neither of us cared that Abby was in the building. Patrice moaned out loud, I called out her name, and the bedsprings squeaked loudly in protest. The bed even started to slide a little across the floor in time to my thrusts.

I made sure Patrice had one really good orgasm before I slowed down, letting her legs slide apart to either side of me on the sheets. I leaned forward onto her and she welcomed me with open arms. We kissed deeply, still panting through our noses, as we slipped into a slow sensual rhythm. Unlike moments before, this was

making love

. We were savoring the contact between our bare bodies. I felt her second orgasm approaching and lifted myself up a little.

At the questioning look she gave me, I explained, "I want to watch you cum."

She blushed a little and started to protest. To stem her complaints, I changed the angle a little. I knew this would make my dick rub harder against her G spot. Her words died unspoken as cries of, "Tim," changed to moans.