Chapter 2
Jed pulled Cindy down deeper into the sleeping bag, his strong arm wrapping around her back, easing the knot of muscles where the backpack had dragged its twenty pounds. She lay full length pressed against his virile athletic body, staring up into the starlit skies where the Northern Lights strung across the hard dark sky. Tucked against his body the smells and sounds of night faded dimly from her consciousness, limiting her world to the warmth of flesh and the clean smell of pine.
He spoke first. "Happy? Glad you came along?"
"Uh, huh. You?"
In reply, he kissed her and found her mouth partially open. The herbal taste of camomile tickled her lips as his tongue swam into her mouth in a savage kiss and excitement, like spiders, began creeping up Cindy's spine. Now Jed's large hands cautiously touched her breasts and even through her T-shirt she felt the electricity between them.
The spell was momentarily broken as he reached over and tossed a handful of dried pine needles and dried twigs into the fire and a second later, he began kissing her again. Their two tongues sparred wetly, and she felt his hands becoming more sure of themselves when she did not protest. Lying as they were, face to face, Cindy was also becoming very aware of the hard bulge beneath his trousers, which confessed his desire. Something came alive in the pit of her stomach and she wanted to shed inhibitions and reach down there and caress him; she was steeling herself to do it when his hands moved beneath her T-shirt and his knee moved between her thighs separating them.
This time she made no effort to halt his fumbling efforts, trusting him and herself. His movements, concealed by the darkness, were successful. A delicious moment later, his bare hand was on her naked breast, his fingers played over the puffy nipple and he lovingly squeezed the firm, full mound of flesh. The magic of the mountains or the moon overhead . . . something conspired against her better senses and everything about this strong bodied football player appealed to her femininity. His tongue continued its warm snaking into her mouth and his movements grew frantic. His hips buffeted against her pelvis and Cindy found herself panting-wanting him to stop, yet deep inside wanting him to go on forever. Oh, to have him kiss and bite her breasts until her nipples pucked up hard and tingling. Suddenly, the breath went right out of her body. Mamma . . . you were so wrong!
With one smooth motion, Jed's hand slid up her tanned thigh, dug itself under the thin elastic band of her panties and touched the hot moist lips of her fevered vagina. OH, God! She had been dying for him to do this . . . and now she didn't want him to. Instinctively, she dropped her arm and tried to pull his hand away. She was helpless, so weak. Cindy was almost beside herself as he started to massage the redly swelling lips down there between her legs, entangling his fingers in the tendrils of pussy hair lining the pink treasure of her virginity. Once his thumb and forefinger tweaked the electrically tingling clitoris and a shower of ecstasy sparked through her loins. Now he used his other arm to force her hand down toward the awesome bulge in his jockey shorts. Reason like migratory birds, were on the wing. This could only lead to pain and the horror of her mother's mangled leg with white splintered spikes of bone protruding through the torn bleeding flesh flashed before her eyes.
"No . . . No!" she cried aloud and struggled upright.
Cindy looked down to see him glaring at her, wild-eyed and trembling; she could see that he was fighting the temptation to grab her, slap her down on the sleeping bag and do what his aching balls dictated. Finally he seemed to gain control of himself and nodded that it was safe to come back into his arms. Cindy did, trembling like a person afflicted with epilepsy, and kissed him gently on the lips. The bulge in his trousers squirmed like a snake looking for a hole, and she could feel its heartbeat thumping against her bare thigh. Cindy pulled back.
"I.. . I'd like a sip of water." He reached it for her and after the cap was screwed back on, she hesitantly lay back beside him, thinking as she pulled the sleeping bag up around her that the mountains were no place for a woman alone. Truly appreciative of Jed's fearless nature, she snuggled up to him in open defiance of her mother's warning.
Jed pulled her body toward him and they kissed while the pine boughs overhead swept green fingers inches above their heads as if in homage to their affection. Cindy wasn't trying to tease him tonight; the forested playground there between her legs was crying for attention. What to do about it was Jed's job. All she could do to aid the burning tingling was to grind her pelvis against the stomach jabbing bulge tenting his shorts. Instinct told her that when these two junctions finally joined, the fire would blaze up in leaping tongues, explode and then slowly die like a beautiful sunset.
Snuggling up in the rustling sleeping bag, she felt Jed's strong hands sweep up and cup her thin panty-covered buttocks like two footballs in his palms. A second later, his thumbs hooked over the elastic waistband and with one delicious motion, her panties were pulled down over her hips. Jed fumbled with his jockey shorts and yanked them down, kicking them off his legs, despite the needling pain in his knee. His hot erection pressed against her naked goose-bumped belly, throbbing hungrily with each beat of his thumping heart, and he flipped over on top of her, the fevered cock rubbery against her silky inner thighs.
"Jed," she moaned. "Please . . . no. We can't." That was what her lips said but her body was screaming a different message, and without conscious volition, she flexed and un-flexed her thigh muscles against his throbbing penis knowing by his moan of pleasure that she was instinctively pleasing him.
Jed sawed his rubbery cock between her thighs; she felt the hardness of it snaking back and forth inside its sheath of hot thin skin. A marvelous invention, that thing. How could it cause pain?
His finger was seeking out the dewed, velvety entrance to her womb and after a second of foraging, he found it. Turning his hand to cup the whole of her hair curled femininity in his hand, he forced her thighs apart in one liquid movement. She hated to lose that wonderful contact between her thighs and his penis, but she allowed him to spread her anyway. His fingers moved like a harp player across her vaginal lips, making them pout sensuously. God, she wanted to cry up to the stars from the sheer delight of it! Soul consuming, that's what it was. Her neck arched and she moved her face from side to side, her lips contorted and panting out like a broken record, "No . . . no . . . no," and obviously from her buttocks squirming actions, meaning, "yes . . . yes . . . yes."
Jed was grinding his teeth and grunting softly, the orange firelight flickering softly over his square jawed profile, as he slithered his penis up and down the silken length of her thighs. She felt some moisture there and she wondered if he had "cum." But he was still hard and still moving . . . so obviously, he hadn't reached his climax. A moisture-a hot, slippery moisture-wet her vaginal split. Cindy was frightened and jubilant at once.
"Cindy . . . please! I want you . . . it's the perfect place to do it the first time. Let me." He continued to rub her tingling thighs with his prick seeping dribbles of hot pre-cum.
I can't stop you . . . I won't stop you if you really try. His meaty cudgel had now slipped up to the juncture of her slender thighs and its rubbery head pressed and quivered against her hungrily opening cuntal lips. She cried silently for him to do it-she could stand the pain, but nothing escaped her pouty lips except hoarse, shallow breaths. For the first time in her life she felt that something good was about to happen to her down there between her legs. Her heart rejoiced. No fear this time to spoil her anticipation. No sudden shriveling of her senses. If anything, her senses stayed plump and ripe. It was beautiful. It was wonderful. She wanted to beg his forgiveness for being a pest, a complaining old nag on this hiking trip. Oh, he was right. Camping was glorious . . . lying there next to the crackling fire in the arms of the boy she adored, the mountains keeping silent watch over them, the hard, dark sky shrouding their nakedness. Euwell Gibbons knew what he was talking about.
Panting she lay on her back, legs slightly spread, looking up unseeing at the starry sky and watching as Jed reared up and tore off his T-shirt. He knelt between her thighs, the heat of his bare hips against her abdomen and thighs.
Mama . . . I'm gonna do it.. .
The decision was made. "Be gentle," she moaned as she felt the huge blunt head of his prick pressing at the lips of her unprotected vagina. She lay there, the heat of the moment on her-wanting it beyond all other things, and ecstatically now that her mother's imposing fright had finally left her. Maybe it took a trip to the mountains to achieve that, and if so, the blisters and aching back were well worth it!
Jed's tongue jabbed between her lips, his weight descending upon her lower belly, and the first gentle probe of his cock slid lengthwise across her swollen vaginal lips.
Cindy gave in to the sensation, reason evaporating from her body like morning dew, replaced by the sunshine of pure feeling. Jed lifted his buttocks back a bit in preparation for this first entry. The rubbery head, lubricated by the seeping eye of the slit, touched her vaginal lips, pushed forward and cleaved the soft yielding pubic hair, and paused there beating, beating, beating. Gently, he withdrew the head, his breath coming in shallow pants, his cheek burning against hers as he repeated the ritual and this time pressed just a trifle deeper. Oh God, she thought; it is so beautiful, nothing could hurt her now. She felt her cuntal lubricant oozing around the head of his probing cock. Now she wanted it deeper. Instinctively, she had reached down under the warm down bag to caress his balls when-with a terrifying suddenness-the breathless moment was shattered by the tromp of animal footsteps lumbering through the woods, snapping boughs under its paws and charging nearer.
The sound of it caused Cindy's nerves to scream and react as though a stick of dynamite had exploded beneath her. Cindy put her hands against Jed's chest and pushed him away. Frantically, she tugged at the sleeping bag to pull it over her head. The beautiful moment had fled and the way her nerves were screaming it was probably that it would not return for a long, long time . . . if ever.
Jed gave out a fearful whimper and flipped over onto his back, lying dead still beside Cindy's cringing body. He could smell her fear. "Don't move, keep your eyes closed and play dead . . . no matter what."
Cindy could tell from the tone of his voice that he was scared silly and her nerve endings were all jangling like a hundred alarm systems being shorted out at once. She wanted to scream, but her fear constricted throat wouldn't emit a peep. Her eyelids flickered, despite his warning to keep her eyes closed, and out of one chocolate eye in the shadows of the pine trees a brown furry animal reared up on its hind legs and swiped a clawed paw at the food bag dangling from a high bough.
A bear! Dear God I'm going to die! Horror stories that shamed the pain of her mother's broken leg flickered like newsreels through her mind . . . 'grisly stories of campers mauled to death in their sleeping bags, hair ripped out by the roots, eaten alive. Eaten alive! Her heart rolled in drumbeat and she could feel Jed's body shivering beside her.
Animal sounds filled the air, grunting, rutting sounds as the bear batted at the food sack dangling two feet above his head. Branches snapped under foot as the beast gave up his struggle and headed back into the forest in search of something tastier than raisins, dried fruit and tea.
Minutes later, Jed rose up on his elbows, wiped the sweat from his brow and touched Cindy on the cheek. Fear had given way to rudely interrupted lust, and when he plunged his hand back down between her legs, she jackknifed her knees beneath him and twisted on her side. "Don't," she commanded, and it was an order not to be disobeyed. "I'm so scared."
"The bear's gone! We can't stop now!" he groaned.
"How do you know he won't come back?" she wailed through clenched teeth.
Jed angrily rolled over onto his back and slapped his forehead with his hand. "Oh, shit!" he spat.
"I'm sorry . . . but that.. . that bear scared me half to death and all you can think of is getting my cherry! Really, Jed!"
"Go to sleep," he said in a snarl of contempt.
Oh, why did everything go wrong all of a sudden?! She had wanted him to make love to her-needed him to fill her. He had even begun to make some penetration. And then that.. . darned bear had to get nosey. "Jed . . . ? "
He refused to answer. She sniffed. "Jed . . . I'm sorry."
"Yeah, you acted like it," he mumbled. "Well.. . I am. You were scared too, admit it."
"No I wasn't," his voice cold and distant. "Okay, so what if I was? I'm sorry. You're sorry, but that doesn't change the condition I'm in right now . . . the same goddamned condition I've been in ever since I met you. Don't be surprised if I go looking for a knot hole in a tree."
Cindy flared. "It's just as bad for me."
"Huh!"
"What do you mean by that?" she snapped, careful to keep her voice down and stealing fearful glances in the shadowed trees.
"Forget it."
"No, I won't forget it. What did you mean?"
He turned finally and looked down at her. After a long moment, his shoulders slumped and he sighed in exasperation. "You can turn it off. It's easy. Look at me, though. Just look!" He levered up to his knees and cupped his swollen testicles in one hand and clenched his fist around the steely glistening length of his erect cock, throbbing needlessly. "What am I supposed to do with this? Christ! It hurts a man when he get all set to make love and then nothing happens."
Cindy's trembling hand reached out tentatively toward the jutting stalk of male flesh, then drew back as if it were a snake. Thoughts of relieving him passed through her mind, but he would have to make the first move; she couldn't bring herself to be that bold. Cindy's emotions churned inside of her; she was torn between embarrassment, shame, and anger.
"Good night," he said, simply nodding his head and making no effort to hold her or kiss her.
All right, if that's the way you want it, creep! thought Cindy. She lay supine on her back on the cushiony pine needle bed, sleep like the safety of home, too far away.