Chapter 5

I was still in disbelief about what my grandparents had done with the new section of camp when I woke up the next morning. The obvious answer, to me, was the money they were getting from everyone renting out those new cabins. But swingers ... really?

Just the idea of walking around the pool or through the club house and seeing groups or just pairs of people having sex was ... exciting to think about, to say the least. I mean, do you just walk up to someone or a group of someone’s and just bluntly ask them to have sex? I grinned at that idea. There were several women I had seen during my short visit that I would love to fuck. Not so much the older couples, but the ones that looked to be college age, absolutely.

I decided right then and there that I was going to ask some more questions about the whole thing. Maybe Grandma would be more apt to answer them over coffee than she was last night at dinner. If she didn’t give me the answers I wanted, I could always just ask Grandpa, but I think this whole thing was more her doing than his.

The kitchen was empty as I walked in, but I could smell the unmistakable aroma of freshly brewed coffee in the air. I walked over to the patio door to see Grandma sitting outside, leaning back in her chair facing away from the door. I could see her toes wiggling up on the glass table as she sipped from her mug.

She looked over her shoulder when she heard me sliding the door open and smiled warmly.

“Your coffee is right there waiting for you,” she indicated the steaming mug sitting on the table to her left.

I noticed that the chairs were getting closer and closer together the last couple mornings. I guess she wanted a better, unobstructed view. I was tempted to scoot the chair back over a bit but then thought better of it. It wasn’t that big of a deal, so I just sat down, picked up my coffee and took my first drink. Delicious ... as always.

“I don’t know what you do to this,” I said, holding up the mug. “But it’s somehow better than what Mom makes me in the mornings.”

“Mmm,” Grandma smiled as she watched me. “I’m glad you like it. I’ve had a lot of practice perfecting it, you know.”

I nodded; I did know. This was the same way my dad used to drink his coffee for years. Now, he only does it on rare occasions, usually preferring it black, which he claimed was simple and more grown-up.

“Grandma?” I said. “I have some questions, if that’s okay?”

“Sure, what’s on your mind, Sam?”

“Well, I guess I want to know why you changed the new section of camp into a swingers resort.”

“I thought you might have some questions about that,” Grandma took another sip of her coffee and then rested the mug between her tits. “The answer is pretty simple. We were able to get a lot more money from the reservations and bookings if we catered to the people in that lifestyle.” I nodded, smiling at the fact I had come up with that reason myself. “There aren’t a lot of options for those types of places, not around this part of the country anyway. So, when we let some people know we were thinking about it, it just kind of took off.”

“But what about all the families that stayed there last year?” I asked. “Does that mean they can’t come back again this year?”

“Oh no, Sam. Not at all. Why do you think the older section is so full as well?” My face scrunched up in confusion. “How many people did you see last summer when you stayed with Amy last year?”

I thought back for a moment.

“Not very many...”

“Exactly,” Grandma nodded. “How many are over there now though?”

“A lot!” I answered and it was true. I had never seen that section of camp so full. Not even my first summer compared.

“See, all those folks that were here last year, the ones that came back anyway, are all in the older section now.” That made complete and total sense when I thought about it the way she was explaining it. “Now that you’ve seen the new section and you know what’s going on over there, I don’t want you going over there unless you’re with me or your grandpa for some reason.”

“Oh ... okay.” I hung my head, disappointed that I wouldn’t be able to go up there again and get a better look and feel for what that lifestyle was all about.

“It’s not because you’re in trouble or anything like that and it’s definitely not that we are trying to keep it from you, Sam. That side of the camp is for people over eighteen years old. Just like on your side of the camp where you have to be fourteen.” I nodded my understanding. Grandma’s eyes softened at my obvious disappointment. “From the look on your face, you were curious and if I didn’t know you better, I would guess you planned to go back, didn’t you?”

“I don’t know,” I tried to act like that wasn’t at the top of my list of things to further explore. It was, but she didn’t need to know that. “I thought about going back but wasn’t sure if I should or not.”

“Definitely not,” Grandma chuckled and then winked. “Lord only knows what would become of you if you did.”

“Oh really?” I pressed on, needling her, and grinning like a wiseass all the while. “What could possibly happen to me?”

“For starters, those older ladies might teach you a thing or two.” Grandma fired right back, smirking, and not backing down an inch. “But they might actually kill you.”

“Kill me, come on...” I rolled my eyes.

“Don’t believe me, go ask your grandpa, or better yet, your parents when they call to check on you Friday.” I just sat back, my arms crossed leaving my mug on the table as if it no longer mattered. Grandma noticed and her brow furrowed, the lines on her forehead and the edges of her eyes deepening, giving away her age. “Fine, how about this. You stay away from that side of the camp until Friday, after you have talked to your parents. If they think it’s okay, I’ll take you over there myself. But don’t say I didn’t warn you. Deal?”

“Deal!” I grinned triumphantly.

“Good, now go take care of that two-by-four protruding from between your legs.”

Just like the morning before, I walked out of the house with my balls feeling ten pounds lighter and found Kara pretending she wasn’t waiting for me to show up. This time was different however, it wasn’t just her. All three of her friends decided to join her, even the tall bitchy one.

When one of them spotted me, there was a rush of hushed whispers and Kara was decidedly not looking in my direction. She didn’t need to though; she had three not very stealthy lookouts to let her know I was approaching.

“Oh, hey, Sam.” Kara said when she turned suddenly, trying to act like it was some huge surprise that I had just so happened to walk by. “I didn’t know you were going to be here.”

The smile on Kara’s face was genuine, there was no mistaking that fact. Her acting surprised, coupled with the horrible, ‘oh hey, fancy meeting you here’ line, was a bit ridiculous. Her smile did make up for it though and she was kind of cute ... for fourteen.

“Hey,” I waved and kept right on walking past them.

“Shit!” Kara yelled. “Wait up, Sam!” I heard the shuffle of feet. Not just two, but all eight of them as they hurried to catch up to me.

For a second, I thought they were going to try to corral me like some lost lamb or something and guide me in a direction they wanted me to go. They didn’t though. Kara took up position on my left while her three friends lined up on my right. All of them remaining a half step behind me for some reason...

I wasn’t sure what to do in a situation like this. No one had ever followed me around like this before. If anything, I was always following or tagging along with Sara at camp.

“So, where are we going today?” Kara asked, cheerily. “Another one of your secret spots in the trees?”

“Huh?” I looked over at Kara with a confused look on my face. If that had any effect on her, I didn’t see it. “What do you mean?”

“You know, you took me into the trees yesterday,” Kara answered. “I thought you might have some more cool spots for us to ... you know ... hang out ... and stuff.”

“Why would I do that?”

“Duh, four girls with a boy ... alone in the trees where no one can see...”

Oh God...

I had the sudden, sinking feeling in my stomach that Grandma wasn’t teasing me at all when she warned me about these girls. What’s worse, I realized in a rush was that she really did know what she was talking about.

“And what if I did,” I stopped rounding on Kara who was immediately surrounded by her friends in a little cluster of naked girls.

That fact wasn’t lost on me. Four girls, all naked, and all really interested in me taking them somewhere private. My mind started racing through a slew of various possibilities and each one was more exciting than the previous one.

I needed to head this off before it got out of hand.

“If I take you four somewhere hidden from everyone else, then what?” I asked.

“We have a few ideas,” one of the girls answered.

I didn’t catch which girl answered aside from that. I knew it wasn’t the bitchy one because I had just been looking at her face when I heard the reply and saw as her cheeks immediately flush a deep red and then all four girls started giggling.

“Look, I think he likes that idea,” Kara announced, pointing at my dick.

I looked at where she was pointing. I knew what was going to be there. I could feel it as it happened, but I did it anyway. It was hard and those four girls only had eyes for my cock.

“Why are all of you just staring at my dick?” I asked a little more forcefully than I intended. “I know you two.” I looked from Kara to Courtney. Making sure both girls met my eyes as I did so. “I know both of you got a good enough look at it yesterday for God’s sake. I mean, if that’s what you want to see, a bunch of guys with boners, I’m sure there is a whole bunch of them right over—”

“Didn’t you tell Kara that it was okay to look at guys’ dicks yesterday?” Courtney said, her arms crossed just under her small breasts, cutting me off.

Her voice wasn’t as harsh or bitchy like Clair’s, but I could definitely see now why she was in this little crew of misfits. I glared at her.

“Yeah, I thought you said guys liked it when girls checked out guys’ hard-ons?” Kara agreed, to which I rolled my eyes.

“Well, yeah, of course we like it!” I fired back on instinct. “But the way you four are doing it, it’s ... you know, weird.”

The thing was, it really was weird and not at all arousing for me. Sure, the idea of being checked out was hot and fun. But this wasn’t that at all. Being looked at like an actual piece of meat was not having the desired effect the girls wanted because I quickly started flagging.

Thank God I had jerked off earlier, a thought I’d never imagined I would utter, even just to myself, when confronted by a group of willing, naked, female teenagers.

“Why is it getting soft?” Clair stepped forward, her hand tentatively reaching out in front of her as if she was about to touch my dick. She only stopped because I took a sudden step back, which must have startled her because her hand jerked back as if she had just burned it. “Don’t you like looking at us?”

It wasn’t that Clair was the one to make a move towards me that caught me off guard. I almost expected it from her. She definitely wasn’t afraid to speak her mind and right that moment her mind was fixated on my penis. No, what threw me off was the way she said it. She sounded almost ... nice?

“Uh...” I stammered. How do you answer that question?

“I think I know what would help,” Courtney said, smirking, her cheeks flushed as her eyes flicked between her compatriots.

Kara gave her a quizzical look before her eyes flashed wide at some hidden realization.

“Oh!” Clair gasped, her hands immediately covering her mouth in surprise. Kara wasn’t the only one to figure out what Courtney had meant apparently.