“Right… Oh! I get it!” Camille said. “When my second child is born, I’ll love it just as much. I don’t love the first any less. Then the third one, and so on…”
I smiled. “You see, love isn’t something you add.”
After a couple minutes of silence, Camille said, “So, when did you get so fucking old?”
My worries about the beer turned out to be partially founded. Tiny, a person who didn’t drink, was a wonderful device that kept belligerent behavior from happening. He managed to keep an obviously inebriated Steve, the date who was with Camille’s cousin, from driving one of the outboards. Instead, he offered to act as the pilot as he and June drove Jackie and Steve, who decided that it was much nicer to neck in the front of the boat without having to worry about piloting the boat. They all came back happy after an hour.
Friday at noon, Lynette got everybody together and announced the first “Twelve Party.” I was informed that this was a tradition that she learned last year when she was at the Senior Prom—her boyfriend was a senior then. At noon and at midnight, there would be a Twelve Party. Lynette asked each of the people at the party to write down who they wanted to the first party’s victim. I didn’t have any idea what to expect, so I wrote Camille’s name on my ballot.
Lynnette collected all the ballots. She read each one out loud. I got very nervous when I heard my name announced twice, but before the end of the ballots were read, it was obvious that Camille was going to have the majority of votes.
“Where is the first Twelve Party taking place?” Camille asked. She apparently knew about this tradition, and didn’t seem to mind being the victim. Nobody else seemed to have a clue about the parties that Lynette announced, although from Kristen’s smile, I think she was briefed in advance.
Lynette shrugged. “The lake would be perfect, but it’s too cold. Get into the middle of the deep end of the swimming pool, under the diving board.”
Camille simply nodded and we all headed for the pool. Neither Lynette nor Camille told anybody what was going to happen, so I was quite curious. At the pool, Camille simply dove in and moved to where Lynette directed. There were a bunch of beach balls and other floating toys that Lynette had inflated earlier that she now threw into the water near the deep end.
Lynette entered from the shallow end of the pool, and swam to Camille. The two girls kissed, and the beach balls hid at least some of the activity between the two girls, but it was obvious to everybody that Lynette was freely groping Camille.
All of us watched the two girls making out for about a minute. Although most of the action underneath was hidden, it became obvious when Lynette swam away toward the ladder that she now had possession of Camille’s bathing suit!
“OK, folks! Camille is in the water for an hour. Everybody is expected to kiss her during this period, and there are no limits on the touching that you can do. Remember, however, that touching her gives her permission to touch back! Now… everybody get into the pool!”
I looked at Kristen, who shrugged. She got into the water, and was the first person to swim up to Camille. The two girls kissed passionately, giving everybody a display that only I was privy to over the past couple of months. As with Lynette, a lot of the action was hidden underwater, though.
Kristen broke their kiss and turned to me and waved. I, much the same most of the others, was still staring at Kristen’s and Camille’s wild kiss. “Get in here, Oogie!”
I jumped into the pool, careful to avoid the floating balls, and I swam over to Camille. The three of us pulled together into a three way hug. When I grabbed Kristen, I was surprised when I noticed her bikini bottoms were lowered.
Kristen reached into my bathing suit, and stroked my erection, which was already hard.
I rubbed Camille’s breasts and reached down to her pussy. A couple of weeks earlier, Kristen had dared Camille to shave between her legs, and their sexual play afterward was so intense that Camille kept herself shaved. I also enjoyed Camille’s shaved snatch; it was a marked difference from when I rubbed Kristen.
I heard somebody swimming close by and saw Patty swimming over with Toby, so I pulled Kristen away after pulling up her bottoms to allow them access to Camille.
Over the next hour, every couple went over to Camille at one point or another, while others played catch with the beach balls. More than a couple of the balls found their way out of the pool, but by that time, everybody knew that Camille was naked. All of the women kissed Camille briefly, the exceptions being Kristen, Lynette, and Patty, all of whom gave her longer and more personal kisses. The males, of course, were a bit less hesitant than their partners.
Jackie seemed to be the most hesitant to kiss her cousin. I wondered if it was because Camille was family, since I heard that Jackie was a bit wilder than the way she was acting during this trip.
Most interesting of all was when June and Tiny kissed Camille. I was close by, sharing a hug with Kristen and I saw Camille close her eyes when she kissed Tiny, but her eyes shot open wide a few moments afterward. She broke at the kiss and stared at Tiny for a few moments, and then at June. June laughed, and Tiny was smiling. Camille laughed herself and kissed Tiny again, and then June.
I wondered what that was about.
After the hour was up, Lynette swam over for a kiss before handing Camille her bathing suit back. I watched Camille get dressed, and she kissed Lynette once again when she was dressed. Again, their kiss was extremely passionate.
Camille broke the kiss and swam to the ladder.
In her hands was Lynette’s bathing suit!
Everybody laughed at Lynette stranded in the middle of the pool.
Lynette simply shrugged, and came up the ladder herself, apparently not worried about her nudity. She found the table where Camille threw her bathing suit and casually put it on in front of everybody.
Apparently, the Twelve Party had its intended effect. People seemed much looser after that, and the couples were more open with their kissing and cuddling of their partners, although they rarely involved outsiders at this point.
Camille found me and said, “You might want to get ready for midnight.”
“Huh?”
“Lynette, Patty, Toby, Kristen, and I are voting for you tonight.”
I shrugged. “Do the guys have to kiss me?” I asked.
“Only if you insist. Most guys shy away from that sort of thing.”
“I’d be uncomfortable, although I’m not sure why,” I said. “The girls don’t seem to mind kissing one another.”
“You’re just a guy,” Camille said. “You’re not Superman.” She got a faraway look in her eyes. “Tiny might be Superman, though.”
“What was that all about with them before?” I asked.
“I was surprised when I reached for Tiny’s bathing suit. I had heard that he was big, but I found that he was huge and he wasn’t even erect!”
I laughed. “It must be enormous if it impressed the Great Camille!”
Camille laughed at that. “I would vote Tiny for tonight, but he really seems shy about that. I don’t think he’d handle it well.”
“Do you think I will?” I asked doubtfully.
“You’ve played with other girls when you were with Kristen. I know you’ve done Patty and me,” Camille said. “A few other girls rubbing you isn’t going to bother you, nor will Kristen get too possessive. You were right before, she does seem comfortable around you. She’s even comfortable with me sharing the bed with the two of you. Maybe she might not like actual sex with you and one of the other girls, but as you pointed out, she gave Patty and me permission.”