Best Laid Plans: A Summer Camp Swingers Novel

Nick Scipio Best Laid Plans A Summer Camp Swingers Novel

Contents

Preface

Part I

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Part II

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Part III

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

About the Author

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Preface

Welcome to Camp!

If you’ve been here before, this book takes place in March 1984 and fits between Chapters 20–21 of Kinky Confessions (book 4 in the Summer Camp Swingers: Christy series). You can read them in order or not. I’ve tried to include enough details to make both storylines work independently.

This book is a revised and updated version of the one originally published in 2015. I rewrote a lot of the dialogue to reflect events in the main Summer Camp Swingers saga. I updated many of the existing scenes and wrote several new ones. I think the new version flows better, without a lot of the exposition that slowed down the first one.

Now, if you’re new to Camp, let me give you a quick tour.

Summer Camp Swingers is a coming-of-age story originally set in the late ’70s and early ’80s, the golden years after the sexual revolution but before AIDS changed everything.

Paul and his family spend their summers at a nudist camp, where he learns about sex, love, relationships, and more. Then he goes off to college, makes new friends, and learns how to be a grown-up.

The story unfolds over the course of 26 books in 5 series: Susan, Gina, Kendall, Wren, and Christy. You can find a complete list at the end of this book.

You can also visit Free Dessert Publishing for links to these and other books in the Summer Camp Swingers Universe.

In the meantime, please enjoy Best Laid Plans.

Nick Scipio

June 12, 2021

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Part I

Chapter 1

Being a grown-up is a lot of work. My life since the first of the year had been full of classes, projects, homework, and studying. The days changed but the amount of work never did. My free time never lived up to its name, either. I had dozens of ways to fill it, and the weekends were worse. Christy and I managed a few ski trips, but I still seemed to be busy all the time, so I was looking forward to spring break and a well-deserved vacation.

I finished my last exam and straightened the papers on my desk. Then I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and did absolutely nothing. It felt good to relax and clear my mind, if only for a few minutes. But eventually I had to get going, so I slung my backpack over my shoulder and turned in the exam. I’d probably never see the professor again, but I told her I’d enjoyed the course. She thanked me and said to enjoy my break.

I walked outside and turned my face to the sun to soak up the warmth. The weather had been beautiful for the past week, which had made it hard to focus and study. The mornings were still cold, but the afternoons were balmy and clear. I rolled up my sleeves and strolled toward home.

The house was empty when I arrived. I’d taken Christy to the airport the day before, and Trip and Wren had gone that morning, before I’d left for my exam. They were headed to Florida for a week in her family’s condo on the beach. Christy and I had originally been supposed to fly down with them, but our plans had changed at the last minute. Instead, she’d flown to San Diego to see her best friend from high school, Brooke, while I was going to my parents’ house for a few days before I flew out to join her.

I still had a three-hour drive ahead of me, though, and needed to get moving if I didn’t want to hit Atlanta’s notorious rush hour traffic. It wasn’t Los Angeles, but it was bad enough. So I packed a suitcase and backpack, threw everything in the car, and hit the road.

I made it to my parents’ house without too much hassle. Inside, I dropped my things in the kitchen and ventured into the living room.

“Hi, I’m home! Mom? Dad? Erin?”

“I’m on the phone,” my mom called from the back.

I glanced into my old bedroom, now Erin’s. I’d given it to her for Christmas, and she’d made it her own with posters, awards, and other knickknacks. She was a bit of a neat freak, like me, but the room was unusually clean. I stuck my head into her old room next. Mom had turned it into a combination office and craft room. It was less tidy but just as empty. Finally, I reached the master bedroom at the end of the hall. My mother was sitting cross-legged on the bed. She was talking on the phone, although she smiled and waved hello when she saw me.