Chapter 4

I woke up from a dream that was both surprising and incredibly erotic. Needless to say, I was rock hard when I climbed out of bed. My mind was still reeling from what I had dreamed, and it was strange that I could remember all of it.

Usually, when I had dreams like that, they faded, if not completely vanished once I got up. Today, however, it lingered. When I walked into the kitchen, Grandma was there pouring coffee into the two mugs she had sitting on the counter.

“Good morning, Sam,” Grandma smiled. “Coffee’s almost ready.”

“Morning,” I replied, returning her smile.

“Why don’t you head outside and take a seat. I’ll bring out the coffee in a minute.”

“Sure, thanks.”

I had just sat down when I heard the patio doors glide open and the sound of Grandma’s footsteps as she walked over, placed the mug on the table in front of me and took her seat to my right.

She sat back in her chair, resting her hot mug between her breasts like she had the day before. She watched me take my first sip and sigh contentedly as I leaned back into my chair.

“Let me guess, good dream?” Grandma asked, her eyes locked on my hardness for a few moments before looking back up at me.

“How’d you know?” I asked, blushing but my cock remained perfectly rigid.

“I didn’t think it was because of these,” Grandma said, moving her mug away and shaking her chest slightly which had the effect of jiggling her tits. “And I have raised a son before, so I know the signs when I see them.” Grandma laughed at my further blushing embarrassment.

“Did that dream happen to involve the four girls from yesterday?” she asked. I grinned like an idiot for some reason and nodded. She smiled and added, “Yeah, thought so.”

We sat there quietly for a bit, each of us slowly sipping our drinks, savoring their heat and flavor.

“You know you can take care of that, right?” Grandma stated. I looked over to see if she was looking at me, but she wasn’t. Her head was facing to the east where the sun would rise any moment.

I watched her for a minute. Studying her.

“I know.” I finally replied.

“I won’t mind. It can’t be comfortable to just sit there with an erection that intense all morning.” That’s when she turned her head and looked at me in the eye, not at my cock. “I know you and your mom had your mornings together. Your dad’s told me all about it.”

“He did?” I was a bit taken back by that.

“Of course,” Grandma smiled at my reaction. “You didn’t think it was a secret, did you?”

“Well...” I looked into my mug, not wanting to meet her eyes.

“Your mom and dad don’t have any secrets. None.”

“You mean he knows...”

“Yup, he knows everything you two have done together.” My head snapped up and our gazes met, and my face paled, my eyes round at that realization and all its implications. “Oh, don’t worry. He’s not mad at all. He’s happy for you that you get those special moments. Just you and your mom.”

The mention of my morning coffee dates with mom. The fact that Grandma knew all about it and more than likely every single minute detail didn’t help my internal need for relief. I could vividly remember all the things Mom and I had done. I can feel what it felt like when Mom’s lips wrapped around my shaft and the heat of her mouth as her tongue danced along the crown of my cock.

My heart started pounding in my chest at just the memory of all those things we had done. Not only that, but precome was freely flowing from the tip of my dick and I desperately needed to go take a shower. Right now!

Freshly showered and relieved, I left the house and headed towards the road that wasn’t really a road but served as a divider between the old cabins from the retiree section of camp. It was also the way to the new section just to the north.

I was feeling better post orgasm, but jerking off in the shower was nowhere near as satisfying as my normal morning routine. So, I was no longer rock hard, but I wasn’t completely flaccid and spent either.

I had no more than crossed the dirt path that separated the retiree section from the old cabins when she saw me.

“Sam, hey! It’s me, Kara!” the redhead yelled, grinning brightly, waving her hand over her head to draw my attention.

I groaned inwardly. As if her curly red hair wasn’t enough for me to remember her and recognize her. That, and of the list of people I would have loved to see this morning, Kara was next to the bottom. The only one lower on that list was her tall beanpole friend. As much as I didn’t want to see her, seeing her jumping like that made her breasts do wondrous things and I quite liked those things now that I thought about it.

I did my best to remain reticent when I gave a subtle wave back and started walking in her direction. If what Grandma had said was true, there would be no getting away from this girl if I just ignored her, so it was better to just deal with her head on.

When Kara realized I was walking her way, she started bouncing on her feet, her hands clasped together in front of her chest.

“Hey, Kara. What’s going on?” I asked, coming to a stop right in front of her.

“I just wanted to apologize for ... you know ... yesterday,” Kara actually looked embarrassed as she said that. “I was hoping I could talk to you and maybe ask you some questions...”

“Questions about what?” I asked.

“Umm, just about camp and ... stuff.” Kara stammered. Then, all of a sudden, her nervous words came racing out a mile a minute and it was a struggle to keep up. “You don’t have to do it now, I mean, if you have other things to do, or if you wanted to go and see your friends—”

“Slow down,” I said, reaching out to grab her arm and when I did, her eyes widened in surprise, and she froze. “I can’t understand you when you start talking that fast.” Kara nodded jerkily. “Okay then, what question?”

“Can we go somewhere...” Her eyes scanned the area around us as she wrung her hands nervously. “You know, more ... um, private?” I gave her a questioning look but nodded and the look of relief on her face when I agreed was unmistakable. “Do you know a good place...?”

I laughed. I couldn’t help it. Kara looked mortified but as I kept laughing, she relaxed and the two of us laughed together.

“Alright, come on,” I told her. “I know a place.”

I started walking towards the cabins, Kara keeping step right beside me, her face still flushed from our shared laughter. We walked for a few minutes; Kara kept looking over her shoulder as we went. I assumed she was looking for her friends.

“Where are we going?” She asked when instead of continuing on our path in front of the cabins, we turned and started going behind them.

“You wanted somewhere private, right?” She nodded. “Well, I have been coming here for years and there are only a few places that you can go and not have people sneak up on you.”

“Like you did to us yesterday?” Kara smirked.

“Yeah, just like that.”

I was tempted to take her to the fallen log. I wanted to see it again, but taking Kara there felt ... wrong. So, instead, we wound our way through the trees until I found a little clearing far enough away from the cabins that there was some modicum of privacy for us to talk.

“So, what did you want to know?” I asked and Kara fidgeted in place nervously.

“Well ... I wanted to know ... about your um...” she pointed at my dick. I just stood there and waited for her to finish her question. “Why are you ... why don’t you have pubic hair?”

“I shave it off,” I answered simply.

“But why?” Kara questioned.

“Because I like it this way.”

“But it makes you look like a kid.”

“Really? How many kids have dicks like this?” I fired back, grabbing my cock. I shouldn’t have, it immediately started filling because of my touch and the way Kara’s eyes were so focused on it. “It’s more comfortable, cleaner, this way.”

Kara didn’t look like she understood so I tried a different way of explaining it to her. One that I knew she would understand.

“Let me ask you this, Kara,” I said. “Why do girls dye their hair? Why do some people curl it or cut it short or grow it long?”

“Because they like it that way.”

“Exactly!” I nodded. “They think it makes them look good or beautiful. “This,” I looked down at my half hard cock, which definitely captured Kara’s attention and interest. “I think it looks good. Why do I need any more reason than that?”

“I guess that makes some sort of sense. When you put it like that, I kind of get it. What about girls? Do guys or um, you prefer it shaved like yours or...?”

“Honestly, I like it when girls shave.”

“Okay. So, you don’t like the way mine looks?” She blushed a deep crimson as she spread her feet slightly, keeping her hands at her sides to give me an unobstructed view of her sex.

“It’s okay.”

“Okay? What kind of answer is that!”

“What? You asked.”

“You’re not supposed to tell a girl her vagina looks... okay!”

“What should I have said then?”

“I don’t know ... not just okay!”

“Fine, it looks nice. Happy?”

“No, you’re just saying that.” I rolled my eyes. “Fine, what about my boobs? Do you like those at least?”

“Yup, those are nice ... if a touch on the smaller side.” I teased, knowing it would get more of a reaction from her.

I was baiting her, which wasn’t very nice, but she was so readily swallowing those hooks that I couldn’t help myself. Her eyes flared with anger, and I took an instinctive step back, raising my hands in front of me in an attempt to stave off any potential repercussions.

“Smaller side?” Kara growled. “Really? What do you expect, I’m only fourteen! At least I have boobs!” She squeezed her tits, hard, and it wasn’t lost on me that her nipples had hardened dramatically from her manhandling them.

“I was just teasing you. Cool your jets, alright?” I waited for her to calm down, which she did faster than I would have expected. “What else did you want to know or were you only curious about my pubes?”