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“Is it always that much?”

“Yep.” I lifted her to her feet. “You have a high metabolism, I have a high sperm count.”

She rolled her eyes. “Sperm isn’t the same as semen.”

“Oh?” She was right, but I hadn’t expected it. A nice Catholic girl wasn’t supposed to know anything about sex until her wedding night, right? I hid my cynicism and lifted an eyebrow instead.

“I know what you’re thinking,” she said. “Just because we’re Catholics doesn’t mean we’re ignorant.”

“I wasn’t thinking that at all!” Except that I was.

“To thine own self be true.

I narrowed my eyes. “You remember when you said you really don’t like me sometimes?”

She fluttered her eyelashes and replied with an artful smile.

“Well, this is one of those times when I don’t like you.”

“How can you not like me? I’m so sweet and adorable.”

“And smart. So yeah, you caught me… I was thinking that a nice Catholic girl wouldn’t know anything about sex.”

“For your information, Mr. Doubting Thomas, we had to take sex ed, just like regular schools.

“From books,” I said dryly.

“Any other sources?”

“No, of course not,” she lied.

“Oh? I will?” She looked relieved that I hadn’t pressed her.

“Mmm hmm. And lots of semen to study.”

“How am I supposed to study it if I swallow it all?” she asked with wide, not-so-innocent eyes.

“Don’t worry, you’ll never have a shortage as long as I’m around. In your mouth, on your face, on your chest, on your—”

“Yeah, pretty much.

“Sounds like fun. They say it’s good for your hair and nails.”

“Oh, ‘they’ do, do they?”

“Mmm hmm.” She thought about it. “But that’s probably only if you swallow it.”

Her cheeks turned rosy. “Me too.”

“Well, good. That’s one question answered: spit or swallow?”

“Swallow, please,” she said cheerfully.

“And speaking of which… I’m hungry.”

“Ha! But I just realized… we left your snack in the clubhouse. Want me to fetch it?”

“Why don’t we both go?”

She reached for my discarded button-down.

“Do you really need that?” I said. “It’s a nudist camp, remember?”

“But… I thought… I mean…”

I slid my hand inside the shirt and pulled her close. My cock was still semi-hard, and it bent against her flat stomach.

“It’s dark. No one can see. Besides, no one’s in the clubhouse. What better time to try being a nudist?”

“I’m a nudist.