Chapter 6
Mary was sitting on the ground as she heard the rustle and snapping as Jim walked away through the brush. He'd offered to stay with her, but she'd sent him on his way. She could tell that he was eager to go out and join his friends. She couldn't go with him, and as long as she had to be alone she preferred to be all alone. She rested her head on the rough bark of the log behind her, and her unseeing eyes stared up at the moving clouds. She was absorbed with what was happening inside of her. She tried to put her finger on it, tried to understand how this total change could have come about so easily, so quickly!
Just a few days ago she'd been a cold priggish person. She'd been afraid and ashamed when others had admired her body. She'd been terrified when that admiration became an active thing on the part of any man. So much had changed inside of her that Mary found it hard to believe that she was really like that.' Was that the answer? Had she been living a lie? Had she been trying to force and wedge this passionate nature she now had into the cold confines of an ideal provided for her by a misguided mother? Even if that were true, how could she go from a woman who would blush and become uncomfortable at a single off-color remark in the teachers' lounge to a woman who could have a totally rewarding orgasm by simply sucking off a handsome boy? A little after-spasm of her orgasm rattled through her body and convinced her that she had done just that!
Her wondering self-appraisal was halted by the sound of loud laughter on the trail. She heard the brush rustle and sat very still. She heard some low laughter and a girl giggled shrilly.
"All right you guys, listen to me!" The voice cut into her; it was Davey Phillips speaking. There were a few moments of continued laughter, but the boy quieted them quickly. "Now look, let's get this thing rolling and we can have ourselves a ball!! We've all heard how we're stuck here for a few more days, right?" There was a mutter of agreement. "Okay, why don't we use that time to do what we want to do? Shit on these stupid nature hikes and all that crap. We all know why we really came on this crummy camping trip, why we come every year, so let's do it!"
Another voice butted in, but Mary didn't recognize it.
"That all sounds fine, but what about the adults? What are they going to do while we all just fade out?"
Davey laughed at whoever was asking the question. The sound of his laughter made Mary nervous.
"Are you kidding? We all know where Miss Dempsy is today." There was a quick cruel burst of laughter at that. "Mr. Anderson is out running the hills looking for anything in skirts that wants to play, and Mrs. Peters is running right after him, looking for anything in pants or skirts!" The laughter started again but a girl's voice cut in over it.
"Okay, that's them, what about Miss Denning?" Mary felt a sudden tightness in her throat and waited to hear what the boy said.
"Well, baby, at first I was sort of worried about her. She's been a dead fish all year in school, and I didn't thing that much could happen to her out here that would change any of that. but now I hear from the old grapevine that our Miss Denning is pretty busy herself; she isn't looking for something in pants, she's running from it, but she does fall down every once in a while until that something catches up!"
Mary jammed her knuckle between her teeth to keep from making any sound. The comments about her had been harsh, but she had to admit the truth of what the boy was saying. She just wondered how he knew!
Davey's voice sounded harsh and excited. "Well, let's get at it. Just remember, I'm the boss; it was my idea and there has to be someone in charge of this mess!"
The sounds of the children moving back on the trail were loud in her ears for a few moments. Then they faded and Mary was alone again. She was tense and still as she sat staring after them.
What in the world am I going to do? The question echoed in her brain, but there wasn't any answer. There wasn't a thing she could do; all the solutions were in the hands of others!
Mary was still turning her problem over and over in her mind as she wandered into the deserted camp. The place had an eerie quality about it. A breeze blew small puffs of dust across the open area. Tents flopped and untied tent flaps popped. It was almost noon, but no one had bothered to begin making lunch. For the first time, Mary fully realized how completely the group had broken down, and the total lack of order frightened her; it was so much like her life! She suddenly realized how out of control she was, how terribly adrift and miserable and alone she was!
She stared at the lonely camp and turned to walk away. She hadn't gone more than a few feet when she saw Debbie Forest standing by the bathing enclosure. She stopped and stared at the pretty girl. She wasn't sure how she felt; she was glad not to be alone, but what was she going to say to her?
"Hi, you and I are the only ones left." Debbie's flat statement startled Mary and really didn't leave her anything much to say.
"Well, I suppose you're right, Debbie. The landslide has rather upset everyone. What have you been doing?"
As soon as she asked the question Mary wanted to kick herself! What a foolish and naive question to ask this particular girl!!
Debbie smiled brightly and pointed out across the creek. "I've been exploring out there, and I found the prettiest little clearing." She stopped and gave Mary a speculative look. "Would you like to see it?" There was a moment of electric silence between them. Mary could feel the underlying tensions but wasn't certain what they were trying to tell her.
"Is it very far?"
The girl smiled again and shook her head. "No, not far at all. I'll show you." She took Mary's hand, and they started out. There was the small creek to cross, but Debbie had found a series of stepping stones, and they crossed without getting their feet wet. They passed through the willows on the other side and found a small footpath. The path was narrow and from time to time their bodies would brush against one another. Each time that she came close, Mary could smell Debbie's faint perfume and was surprised that the girl would bother putting it on in the rough and ready atmosphere of the camp. She was also aware of the softness of the girl's skin as their arms would rub against each other as they walked.
During the walk the girl stayed silent, but Mary could sense a building excitement. Debbie would smile suddenly and her hand trembled when she would point the way. Mary had tried all day not to think of Verna Peters and all that they had done last night. Now, while she was walking so close to the girl, little bits and pieces of the strange evening filtered back to her. Mary could almost feel the woman's strong hands on her body, could almost feel the firm suction of her lips at her breasts! Each step she took reminded her further of the unusual pleasure she'd found in making love with another woman! She refused to let herself thing about the moral implications and was glad that the prim voice in her mind had finally given up trying to complicate her life!
"We're almost there." Debbie's sudden words startled Mary. She'd become used to the silent girl and now the sound of Debbie's voice unnerved her a little.
Debbie veered off of the path and pushed aside a small bush, and Mary walked past her into a small clearing. Debbie was right, it was beautiful here. The grove of willows and bushes surrounded the small open area, and there was a tiny spring bubbling up from some rocks at the far end. Debbie looked at her with a sly sideways glance and seemed to be pleased with what she saw.
"I found this place this morning. I just sat here for a long time; it's very private." A certain tone in the girl's voice sent a little spark through Mary and she looked up quickly. Debbie suddenly looked even more appealing than she had before; her long brown hair looked tousled and carefree, her pretty cheeks were slightly flushed from the brisk walk they had just taken. Debbie smiled as Mary slowly looked her over. She wore a brief halter, and it was easy to see the rounded curves of her swelling breasts. Her body was rounded and lush, and Mary couldn't help remembering how nice it had been with Verna the night before!
Debbie gave her an impish smile and sat on a small grassy area in the sun. "One of the reasons I love this place is that I like to do a little sunbathing." She smiled again and quickly undid the top of her halter, letting the loose fabric fall to her waist. Soon the halter was gone and her fingers were busy with the buttons of her shorts!
Mary stood frozen as she watched the pretty child undress. She couldn't tear her eyes away from Debbie's saucy breasts; they seemed large for a girl her age and size, but they were firm and tipped with the pinkest sharpest little nipples!
Debbie slipped the shorts under her and sat back on them; she spread her rounded thighs and pointed her toes as she leaned back on her elbows. The sun glistened on the dark brown patch of hair between the lovely thighs, and Mary thought she could see the swell of the girl's plump labia. She trembled but couldn't force herself to move or look away!
The girl looked up at her with that same delighted smile. "You don't mind, do you, Miss Denning?" There was a challenge there, and Mary knew it. Suddenly she felt a new surge of confidence. She smiled back at Debbie as her fingers went to the top button of her blouse.
"Of course I don't mind. Would you mind if I were to join you?" The challenge had been answered! Debbie giggled a little as she quickly shook her head.
As Mary stripped off her blouse and jeans she was aware that the girl was eagerly staring at her mature body, and Mary was pleased that it was as good as it was! When she finally tossed aside her panties and stood blonde and naked before the girl, she hesitated. The clear interest in the dark eyes that stared at her gave her renewed confidence, and she spread her blouse out close to the girl and sat down on it.
The sun felt warm and soothing on her bared body, and she closed her eyes and allowed the heat to warm and soften her.
They sat quietly for a while, each of them content to relax and enjoy the warmth of the sun. A small mountain breeze would pass over them from time to time, keeping the heat of the rays from becoming too uncomfortable. Mary was feeling all sleepy and warm when Debbie started to talk to her. At first she couldn't hear all of the words, but the tone of the girl's voice caught her attention.
" ... and Mrs. Peters and I are very good friends, ever since camp last year."
The voice paused, but Mary didn't speak; she could feel a strange little twisting sensation in her vagina as the meaning of the words became clearer.
"This morning she told me that she thought that I would like you too ... she suggested that we might like to spend some time together ... would you like that?"
The twisting sensation became more intense and Mary couldn't keep her eyes closed any longer. She looked over at the girl and found her laying on her side, the dark eyes stared directly into hers.
"I ... suppose that I would like it, Debbie," she said slowly. She felt that familiar weakness in her muscles. She was soft and weak, and the burning of the dark eyes seemed to melt any of her resistance that was left. "I think I would like that very much!"
Debbie smiled and inched a little closer; her firm thigh brushed against Mary's, and the woman had to use all her will to keep from making a sound. The girl's hand fluttered out and touched the top of her breast lightly. Mary's whole body shuddered!
"Your skin is so fair, you want to take care that you don't get a sunburn." Her eyes flickered back up to Mary's. "If I'd been thinking, I would have brought some lotion, and then I could put it on you like this." Debbie continued to stare into her eyes as her hand slowly moved down over her breast in a circular rubbing motion as if she were really rubbing lotion onto her flesh.
Mary's gaze faltered, and she had to look down and watch the hand that stroked her. She stared as the strong young fingers massaged and lifted her breast, the thumb and forefinger found her nipple and worked around and around it until it was standing hard between them. Debbie gave the nipple a little tweak, and Mary couldn't stop the little sigh that escaped her. The girl moved a little closer, and a warm breast brushed against the back of Mary's hand; she knew what was expected, knew what she wanted to do! There was a split second hesitation; then she sighed inwardly, and turning her hand palm up, she cupped the girl's firm breast. The effect on the both of them was sudden and arousing.
"Oooo Miss Denning, that's naughty," the girl murmured and pressed closer until their lips met. Debbie's mouth was cool and sweet as Mary forced her tongue in past the lips and searched for the other's pointed little tongue.
From that point on, Mary had little recollection of any precise details, it all blended into a series of arms locking in arms, warm thighs rubbing and twining with each other. She could remember the girl's strong hands on her head as she pressed her face against the hard sharp little nipples and sucked them. She remembered the sighs that rose and twined as their bodies met and ground against each other. She had looked down and saw the dark brown hairs mesh and mingle with her own blonde tangle and shuddered and moaned as their labia met and spread against each other. Their juices mingled and there was a mixture of moans and squeals as the hard stalks of their love buds rubbed teasingly about each other.
She was still laying on her blouse as she felt the long brown hair drag teasingly across her shaking heaving belly. She could only groan and shiver as she felt the girl's soft wet lips plant wet kisses against the swollen lips of her mound! Her hand lifted and stroked up between the kneeling thighs until she could touch the wet curls of Debbie's vulva. She tickled the wet slit lightly, allowing the tip of the finger to rub gently against the softening little clitoris. The girl's little moan and the frantic wiggle of the round bottom pleased her almost as much as the kiss that came next. Debbie turned and pressed her face against Mary's; their tongues twined around each other, and Mary held the girl tight in a loving hug!
When the kiss ended, Debbie's face was pressed against her neck, and Mary listened to the soft whisper. "God! Verna was right; she told me that you were a lover, but I have to admit that I didn't believe a word she told me. You've always been so cold and remote!" There was a moment of shy silence; then the girl spoke again. "Was last night really your first time with a woman?" Mary nodded and hugged the lush body closer, enjoying the feel as their bellies rubbed against each other. Debbie softly bit her neck and kissed her ear before she went on.
"I'm glad that you and Verna got to be friends; otherwise I'd never have dared this today ... Miss Denning ... can we be friends after this? I mean during the school year can we ... be together sometimes?" The girl must have felt the sudden tenseness that stiffened Mary's body at that suggestion.
"Please? I'm very nice and I'm careful too. You knew me all year, and you never heard anything or suspected anything, did you? No one will ever know that you and I are friends unless you tell them."
Mary tried to imagine what it would be like refusing the girl, even in a classroom! How could she refuse; whenever she saw this child she would think of how sweet she tasted, the firm meat of her breasts, and most of all she would think about that sharp vibrating little tongue that could send her out into space in moments!
"Honey, don't worry; we'll be friends during the school year! I don't think there's any chance of us not getting together as often as we can manage!"
Debbie relaxed and snuggled up closer for a few moments. Mary sighed as she felt the lips kissing and nipping at her neck; she slipped her hand down the firm back and gently squeezed a bouncy, resilient buttock cheek. But the lovely moment was coming to a close.
The girl suddenly squirmed free and looked at the watch that lay on her discarded clothing. "Oh, oh, I'm on the cooking crew, and I bet that nobody's even thought of making lunch! I'd better get on back and get it started before everybody starves!" Mary started to get up with her, but the girl shook her head. "No, you stay here and get a little more sun; besides, if we're going to be careful about us, it wouldn't look so good if we came back hugging and kissing, would it?"
Mary shook her head and marveled at the girl's cool understanding of the situation. Suddenly she felt confident and knew that the coming year was going to be very exciting indeed! She turned her head and watched as the girl quickly slipped out of the bushes and headed back to camp. She was going to lay back down and sun herself when she heard a rustling in the bushes!
Mary was amused at her first terrified reaction; it was the typical city girl's thought, wild animal! Her frantic eyes searched the dense growth, expecting to see a raging bear charge out of it! Instead, she caught the flash of a face peering out at her open-mouthed.
For a second Mary just stared back at the face as she felt her fear slowly drain away. She recognized the boy as one of the ones who had been watching Alice earlier in the morning; in fact, he was the one who had been masturbating! A small spark of interest flared up inside of her. The situation was actually funny, and she had to be severe with herself to be serious.
"All right, you can come out now ... I can see you in the bushes!" For a moment she thought the boy would turn and run, but when the bushes did move they were bent inward, and the slim boy walked slowly towards her. He stopped a few feet away and tried to look her in the eye, but she noticed his eyes would slip away and slide down her naked body before he could bring them back under control.
Mary felt very cool and confident. Too much had happened to her in the past few days for her to feel flustered. "What's your name?" She made sure that her voice remained cool and level.
The boy opened his mouth twice before he could manage to croak out his answer. "Edward ... my name is Edward Fuller ... Junior, Miss Denning." He looked very nervous and flustered. "I ... I didn't really mean to peek at you ... I just was walking, and I happened to walk up the trail, and I ... I'm sorry." Mary lay back and stared up at the boy; she made no effort to cover her nakedness; in fact, she spread her thighs a little so that he could see her better!
"Don't be silly, Edward Fuller, Junior; you aren't sorry; you like to look at naked women; all boys like to do that. Now tell me the truth!" Her voice was firm and demanding, but she made sure that he knew that she wasn't really angry.
"I was walking, and I saw Debbie Forest come out of here and look back. I don't know, I just got curious, that's all ... when I saw you laying there, I just ... stayed." His face was a deep red as he blushed and looked down at the ground. Mary smiled to herself again.
"Come over here and sit beside me, Eddie. Come on, don't be so shy." She decided not to mention what she had seen him doing this morning - at least not yet.
The boy sat gingerly on the ground near her; it was even harder for him to keep his eyes off of her now that he was so close. Finally, she could see him give up the effort entirely! She could almost feel his eyes travel down her naked body and felt her nipples grow hard and stand. She took advantage of his nearness to look at his slim young body. She liked the lean look of the boy and decided.
"Go on, it's all right, Eddie, you can look at me as much as you like. Do you like what you see?" The boy was so overcome that he couldn't speak; all he did was nod and lick his dry lips. "I'm glad that you like to look at me, but it you have something to look at, don't you think that it would be fair for me to have something to see too?"
For a moment the boy stared at her; he didn't understand.
Mary felt a little flicker of impatience as she decided she'd have to be more direct. "The sun's so nice, Eddie, why don't you take your things off and then we'll both have something to look at."
The boy understood!
He fumbled with the buttons of his jeans, but he couldn't make his fingers do the job. Mary watched for a few seconds until the growing interest inside of her couldn't stand it! "Here, let me help you, honey," she said softly. "You just pull off your shirt; that should be easier for you." He darted a surprised look at her then nodded eagerly. He managed to catch the hem of the shirt and pulled it up over his head as she undid his belt and swiftly unbuttoned his fly. She was a little disappointed that he was wearing shorts, but she saw his growing organ poke against the cotton underwear and was content. She could wait a little longer.
They both worked on his shoes, and soon they and his socks lay beside him. "Get up a minute, Eddie," Mary murmured as she sat up. The boy was shaking as he clambered to his feet and stood uncertainly in front of her. She smiled up at his serious expression and swiftly jerked the jeans to his ankles. She held his leg as he pulled free of the pants and kicked them aside. It wasn't until he was totally naked that Mary allowed herself to look back up at the object of her real interest.
The boy didn't have a single hair marring the smooth flesh of his groin. Mary stared at his white prick as it quickly became hard and stood erect. He was small like all young boys, but she realized that it was hard enough and long enough for what she needed!
Her hand moved swiftly up his thigh and closed around the slim little horn. It was hard and vibrating when her fingers wrapped around it. The rosy head of his little pecker became darker in color and grew hard and hot! Mary sighed happily as she tested its hardness with her thumb. She slowly moved her hand up and down on the shaft. Her eyes were still holding his as she gently masturbated him. She felt his boyish balls sway and rub against the back of her hand. Her other hand rose up and cupped the small bag and rolled his hard testicles over her fingers. She could feel his thighs shake as she toyed with his growing penis.
"It feels nice, doesn't it, Eddie? You like when I play with you like this; I know you do, I can see it."
"Oohhhh, Miss Denning, if you only knew!" His hand was on her shoulder. The shy fingers moved back and forth, feeling the wonder of her smooth woman's flesh. Mary smiled broadly and decided to tease the boy a little. He deserved it!
"Haven't you done this with a woman before, Eddie? I heard you were one of Miss Dempsey's little friends. Hasn't she taken care of this for you?"
The slim boy started and blushed again. Mary was amused by his apparent confusion. "Oh! Well ... no, I mean, no, she hasn't ... yet."
Mary was suddenly sorry that she'd made the boy feel uncomfortable. Impulsively she kissed the hard little pecker in her hand.
"It's all right, Eddie; I didn't mean to pry. I'm sorry. Just relax, honey, it's going to be fine." She increased the pace of her hand, and her fingers flew up and down his prick. "You have a lovely penis, Eddie," she murmured. "When you grow up you'll be quite a man." She darted another quick look at him as she squeezed harder at the fat tip. "Would you like me to suck your penis, honey? Do you think that would feel good?" He trembled, and she felt the grip on her shoulder tighten.
"Yes, Miss Denning, suck it!" She felt his hand try to pull her face closer to him but resisted the pressure easily. She wasn't ready; she was enjoying this and didn't want to be rushed.
"Haven't you ever had a lady suck it for you before, honey?"
He shook his head slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. "Never? Not even one of your little girl friends?"
"No one ever did that for me, Miss Denning," he muttered as he tried again to pull her face closer. She allowed him to press her mouth up against the tip of his penis and rubbed her lips back and forth over the satiny head. She heard the thin moan that squirted out of him as he felt the caress.
"Oh, that's too bad, Eddie. You have such a nice one, too. Will you be a good boy and get hard right away if I suck it for you now?" The boy couldn't answer her. She heard his groan and felt both of his hands clasp around the back of her neck as his groin humped forward, driving his stiff pecker against her face. She liked the feeling and opened her mouth eagerly. She forced him to wait until she could aim his hard prick at her mouth then relaxed her muscles and let the boy feed it into her watering mouth!
Mary felt a warm sensation flow over her as she found that she could take his whole penis in her mouth at once. She could even lick at his balls while she held him. Her tongue slathered up and down the incredibly soft skin, and she loved the feeling of sucking him without a single hair to get in the way! She trembled and pushed closer to Eddie; her hands slipped up the back of his thighs and cupped his lean buttocks in her palms. She massaged and worked at his bottom as he began to make sharp little fucking motions with his hips, pushing and pulling his slim prick over her broad tongue. She heard his agonized groan and felt the strong grip of his hands. It was exciting to know that she was pleasing him like this. His groans and sighs lit a new fire in her, and she sucked even harder at him as she rapidly bobbed her head up and down on his hard little prick. Her cheeks were hollow and rubbing along the slick flesh, her hands were digging into the muscles of his ass.
The boy was jumping and squirming as Mary blew him. She pulled her mouth away to call out to him. "Go on, honey, you can cum. Don't worry, I want it in my mouth. Go on, sweetheart, give it to me!" Before she could catch his flashing organ it began to erupt! She was looking at the full tip as it jerked and the first white blob of boy-cum splashed across her cheeks. It felt warm and strange. Another spurt covered her lips and chin before she could stuff the erupting tip back against her tongue. Mary shivered and her body began to rock as she felt the warm flow slide down her swallowing throat; she remembered something that John Anderson had taught her and sucked even harder, forcing the last drops up from his waggling balls. As she did, she was thrilled to hear the boy's agonized shout of pleasure, and her head was rocked back by the violence of his thrusts!
Even when he was finished, she didn't let the slick flesh leave her mouth. She sucked and licked at the softening organ. She held his balls in her palm and massaged them, and slowly, she felt the strength flowing back into him. The prick grew hot again and bumped up against the back of her throat. She even thought that he was a little larger this time!
Only when she was certain that he was completely erect again did she let his cock slip out of her mouth. She felt the strings of semen drip down her chin but ignored them. She held his hand tightly as she lay back. "Come on, darling, now it's my turn. Don't be worried. You'll do fine!" She shuddered and threw her thighs wide as she felt him press down against her lush body; it was so lovely!!