Chapter 8
Sunday morning was one of those days that seem to be created just to show people how lucky they are to be alive and living on the earth. The camp brightened with the early sun that searched out every cold and shadowed corner and lit it with a fire that was kindled from pure gold. Mark awoke as that mountain sun reached through the window for him and opened his eyes to its preening splendor. He stretched and arose quickly, eager to meet Ginny and take her to the woods where they could picnic, alone, and discover for themselves their own glories away from prying eyes.
He had everything ready for the excursion that meant so much to him. He had carefully packed the essentials the night before: a basket -lined with a blanket, bread, cheese, canned Vienna sausages, salami, wine, cake, olives, and potato chips. In his pocket he carried several rolled joints because he planned to turn Ginny on so that, he rationalized, she would enjoy the affair even more. He was sure of himself, sure that Ginny would have no objections to his planned advances. Mark believed in planning, to the hilt, and he didn't believe in failure. That was why he had always been successful as a seducer. He had never even considered that he would be rebuffed in any sexual conquest, therefore he had never been disappointed. It was an advantage he obviously enjoyed since he was smiling to himself as he jauntily left his own cabin and made his way to the agreed upon rendezvous shortly after he had shaved, showered, and cologned himself. His step was brisk, his spirits high as he walked through the woods, leaving the camp behind him like some still-life painting he had just stepped out of.
Mark smoked a joint himself as he leaned against a tree waiting for Ginny. He felt at peace with the world, happy to be away from the confinement of camp, the scrutinizing mind and presence of his boss, Belle Stern. It seemed as though a load had been lifted from his shoulders as he drank in the sunshine playing through the pines, the sun that was more benign now, less aggressive than it had been earlier in the morning when it had first come over the land.
He began to wonder if Ginny would show up. After all. she must know that he wanted to do more with her than just chat over a picnic basket. If his hunch was right, though, she would show up. She was a woman and had read his message all right. He carried authority, too, and if he had figured Ginny correctly she was ready for any adventure. That kiss had told him that much. It was not just a friendly peck, but had been loaded with a latent passion that told him she would go as far as he wanted to take her. He was right about Ginny. She came up the trail a few moments later and his heart skipped a beat.
"Hi," she said jauntily when she saw him.
"Hi, Ginny. I was hoping you'd still decide to come."
Her eyes took in the picnic basket and Mark. He looked very handsome leaning against the tree. He reminded her of a self-portrait she had seen once of Corot. All he lacked was the costume, the staff and the dog, to look like the sensuous painter.
"Oh, it's such a glorious day," she said easily. "I'm glad you invited me."
Mark drank in her loveliness. She had a fashion band in her hair, red to match her shorts. Her yellow sweater was taut with the fullness of her breasts. She had on low-cut tennis shoes, long yellow socks that came just below her knees. He was glad she had worn shorts. They showed the curves of her body to advantage, emphasized her legs and bustline. Mark thought that she was one of the most splendid creatures of the female gentler that he had ever seen in his life. Her youth stood out all over her, but a heady femininity came across, too.
"You look like a million today," he told her.
"Why, thank you, Mark," she said, flattered at the compliment. "What did you bring us?"
"It's a secret, for now," he laughed. "And no fair peeking."
"Okay. I love secrets."
"First we hike to a beautiful glade I know about. It's high up. Think you can make it?"
"I brought my walking legs," she said. "Then let's go."
They strode off, Mark leading, up the trail that wound through pines and cedar, manzanita and oak. The higher they went, the more beautiful it became. There were no signs of civilization along the trail. Instead, they heard squirrels barking and saw them scurrying up the lofty pines. They were scolded by jays and serenaded by small chirping junkos. Ginny took deep breaths, enjoying the clear clean air and the scent of the forest.
She felt wonderful that morning. She and Mary had made love most of the night but she wasn't tired. Instead, she felt exhilarated and happy. She had hated to leave Mary this morning and yet Mary had told her that she was going to town herself so would not be in camp.
After she had brushed her teeth and showered, Mary had kissed her and said she'd see her that night after she got back from Bass Lake Village. The memory of that kiss, and the others, was still fresh in her mind. Mary had made her even more aware of her own body than Andrea had and this gave Ginny a confidence that she hadn't possessed before. She had reached heights of passion last night that had surprised her. Now, she began to wonder if there was no limit to sexual ecstasy. She knew now, from being loved by two different girls, that she was more erotic than she had ever imagined. She wondered now how it would be to be made love to by a man. She looked ahead at Mark and smiled to herself. Perhaps she would find out sooner than she expected. She was sure that Mark Grant wasn't getting her out here in the woods just to tell her about the flora and fauna. He had made that pretty plain the other night.
Well, why not, she asked herself. It was about time she lost her virginity. Mark was handsome and thoughtful. He had experience, obviously. He was so sure of himself. She had been dumb not to have taken care of that little matter of the hymen long ago, but she had just never been that turned on. Sex had been more mystical than real to her anyway. She had listened to the tales of her girl friends and not found them appetizing at all. She had masturbated, of course, so she knew that there was excitement connected with sex. But until Andrea had made love to her she had never realized how really fantastic the whole thing was. Now, she told herself, I only have to make it with some dude and I'll be complete. She chided herself for pretending to be so casual about it. She wasn't cool at all, really. Her heart was halfway up in her throat to think about it. Andrea and she had just sort of naturally come together and then Mary, too, knew what to do. But Mark was an enigma still. He was a man and she had heard things. He might hurt her. She might bleed to death. Ginny was not very wise in the ways of sex because she had always been so busy and athletic. Now that there was the possibility that she might lose her virginity, she was filled with a vague uneasiness. But more than that, she admitted to herself, she was scared stiff!
Finally, Mark stopped and turned to look at Ginny.
"It's just a little ways further on," he said, a little short of breath.
"Oh, I love it up here," she said. "It's so quiet and yet it's alive. Did you see that little gray squirrel back there? He had a piece of rope in his mouth."
"Yes, I did. He was probably taking that up to his nest, to make it stronger."
The last part of their hike was steeper and they didn't stop until they crested a wooded ridge. Ginny was out of breath and didn't see that Mark had stopped. She bumped up against him, panting. He put his arm around her and held her against him.
"Wow, thanks," she said. "I don't think I could stand up by myself."
"Look over there," Mark said, pointing.
Ginny looked and saw a tiny valley, a meadow, where three deer were feeding several hundred yards away. She couldn't believe her eyes. It was like walking into another world. Together, they peered over the expanse of the glen, breathless with delight. They could hear birds calling and see the deer feeding contentedly.
"You can see how isolated it is here," Mark said. "I found it by accident when I had my group out for a hike. They didn't know about it and I didn't say anything. Isn't it grand?"
"Oh, yes, it is," agreed Ginny. "It's the loveliest place I've ever seen."
"Come on, let's find a spot for our picnic." He hefted the basket and took Ginny's hand, leading her across the meadow. The deer, startled, bounded off gracefully into the forest. At the farthest edge of the meadow, Mark found a spot to his liking.
"This has shade if we need it and the sun almost all day, for warmth," he said. "We'll keep the picnic basket in the shade until we're hungry, then eat in the sun. How's that?"
"Great," said Ginny. She helped him spread the blanket and oohed and ahed over the goodies she saw in the basket. "You really go first class," she said.
"Always."
They spent the morning exploring the country above the glade. Mark told Ginny what his ambitions were in life and surprised her when he told her he had written to her father's company for a job.
"Maybe I can help," she said.
"We'll see. I may not need it. My qualifications are good. I just hope my application isn't lost in the shuffle, that's all."
"Is that the reason you invited me here on the picnic?"
"No, of course not. I invited you because I lust after you," he grinned. "Are you kidding?"
"Partly. Seriously, I would have invited you if you're name were Emma Gooch. You're the most beautiful girl in camp, you know. I'm sure you'll be this year's queen."
"Or Andrea."
"No," he said. "you.-Andrea's too flighty, too precocious. You are more serious. You take camp seriously, she doesn't. They look for a lot of things. Popularity counts. Your girl friend, and I'm not knocking her, gives the impression that she thinks all this nature business is a lot of unadulterated horse manure. You, however, join in. That's the difference. I'm sure you'll be honored by being elected queen of this year's summer session."
"I'm flattered."
She was, too. She even blushed and Mark thought that was the nicest thing about her. Suddenly he knew that he had to have her. Today. This afternoon. She had never looked more beautiful to him than at that moment when her cheeks colored.
"Come on," he said, later. "Let's go to our spot. I want to wine and dine you and then make mad passionate love to you under the trees."
"I go for the wine and dine," she laughed, "but I don't know about the other. I'm not sure that you would like me at all."
"Oh, I would," he said. "And I do."
They went back to their spot by the glade and Mark began dazzling her with his charm and wit. He affected a British accent as he poured the rich burgundy into plastic glasses. Ginny thought he was funny and her rich laughter rang out over the meadow. She helped him fix the hero-like sandwiches and they drank wine, chatted until the last morsel was gone. Ginny felt very giddy and gay. The wine had gone to her head, relaxing her, making her at peace with the captivating surroundings.
"You're quite a girl, Ginny," Mark said after the picnic things had been cleared away. "I've never enjoyed anyone this much in my life."
"Well, neither have I," she said. "I've had a ball. An absolute ball. The food was great and the wine was ... oooh, the wine was...." and she broke off laughing.
"Have some more, me lady?" he said in the fake limey accent of his.
Ginny cracked up, nodding.
He poured her a glass and sat very close to her. He brought her glass up to her lips and she sipped from it, looking over the rim at his eyes. They were so close she could feel them burning into her. She drank another sip and he had moved closer, so close she could smell his man scent. It was strong and rugged and suddenly she felt even more drawn to this kind, thoughtful, handsome man. He seemed so sure of himself, so confident in his maleness that she felt overpowered by it. She was sure that she wouldn't resist if anything were to happen. But so far, Mark had given her no real indication that they were going to do anything but picnic and enjoy the day. Oh, he had made a few hints, but all men did that. It didn't mean anything, really. Did it?
Now, she wasn't so sure. Mark was very close and she thought she felt a hand on her bare leg.
It was a hand on her leg!
Mark's touch sent a tingle through Ginny. There was something deliciously salacious about their being alone together out here in the wilds. She felt like Eve looking upon her Adam for the first time. She was more than slightly giddy from the wine, but that wasn't all of it, she reasoned. The fresh air, the aloneness, the charm of this young man, were all beginning to work their magic. His hand was warm on her leg and suddenly she knew that she wanted to experience him, that she wanted him to touch her all over, kindle those fires that she now knew were always there waiting to be lit.
"You're so soft and lovely, Ginny," he whispered to her, taking the wine glass away and setting it down. "I remember how you kissed me the other night. May I kiss you again?"
He hadn't needed to ask, but she nodded her head anyway. She closed her eyes and felt him come close. He kissed her, soft on the lips at first, then harder. A moment later, as passion began to warm them both, he took her into his arms. His tongue slid past her lips and found her tongue. She eagerly tongued him back, their kiss wet and hot with a flaring warmth that neither of them expected.
His hand moved up her leg to her shorts. It burned a fire trail along her flesh. Mark felt her body quiver and knew that he would have no trouble seducing this young girl. It wasn't only the eager way she returned his kiss, it was the way she folded into his arms and trembled as his hand moved along her leg.
Her kiss became more passionate. Mark probed his tongue deeper inside her mouth. She seemed eager to receive it, twining her own around his. His hand reached boldly for her crotch, cupped it, gently but firmly. He began rubbing the mound. It seemed to swell under his caress. His hand grew warm with the rubbing. He felt his own crotch expand as his cock grew tumescent.
"Ummmm," Ginny moaned as his hand busied itself at her crotch.
He took it away and placed it on her leg again. Then he moved up under her shorts and panties until he felt flesh. He moved it still further, feeling the fringe of her pubic hairs. Ginny shifted her body to give him easier access to her private parts. Mark's heart jumped in his throat. She wanted him!
He knew now that he could continue his seduction without any forceful interference from Ginny. The way she had moved her body told him that she was ready, willing, and able. He moved his hand further inside her panties and shorts, finding her lush pulsing pussy eagerly thrusting out to him. Still, they kissed, and despite the confining quarters where his hand was, Mark managed to rub her lips with his palm. He pressed hard and felt her juices seeping out, oiling her lips. His rock-hard cock was straining to burst out of his trousers. He knew that it was time for both of them to get out of this awkward position and get into more comfortable attitudes. He broke off his kiss.
"I want you, Ginny," he whispered in her ear. "Now!"
"Ummmmm," Ginny moaned, her eyes still closed. "Yesss," she husked, the sibilant hissing.
"I'll take off your clothes," he said.
"Please do, lover," she said. She felt half drunk, dizzy. She kept her eyes closed because she wanted to retain all the recent impressions she had. Mark's hand on her bare cunt had sent thrills up her spine, unlike the ones she had experienced with Andrea and Mary. Mark's hand was bigger, firmer and in a curious way, gentler. His kiss was strictly male. There was no subtle nuance to it. It was bold and passionate, commanding. She thought it was the best kiss she had ever had. Maybe the wine helped, she admitted, but it wasn't all that. Mark was a man and she was a woman. And now he was going to take away her virginity. Crack her cherry. Break her maidenhead. All that. Oooooh! She wanted it so!
The afternoon was warm and pleasant. Mark knew that Ginny was tipsy but knew that this would wear off during their lovemaking. For the time being, it made things easier for him. She was pliant in his hands as he removed her clothing, first her blouse and bra, then her shorts. He left her panties on, instinctively realizing that more foreplay would be needed to make Ginny emotionally and physically ready for him. He sensed that she was not very experienced with men. Probably a heavy petter, let boys fool around with her, but none of her sexcapades would have been very satisfying. Not nearly as satisfying as he intended to make it for her.
She wore pink panties. They looked new to Mark. Her thatch was visible through the material and there was a damp spot where her juices had leaked through. Mark lay her back on the blanket and looked at her for a long moment. She opened her eyes, as if feeling his eyes on her, and smiled weakly.
"You're really going to go through with it, aren't you?" she said.
"Do you want me to?".
"I don't know. I'm a virgin."
Mark's eyebrows went up.
"Hard to believe, isn't it? In this day and age. Oh, don't worry. I take the pill and I'm safe. I've just never gone all the way with a guy before. No definite reason why not. Just wasn't my time."
"Is it now?"
"That's up to you. I want it to be beautiful. I'm sentimental."
Mark looked at her with new respect. She was beautiful and he was moved by her admission, by her desire. "I will be gentle with you," he said. "I want you very much. Even more, now."
"A piece of ass?"
"More than that, Ginny. Much more than that. Why don't you relax?"
"I'm slightly scared, that's why," she admitted.
Mark pulled the tin out of the picnic basket. He took out two joints and lit them. He gave one to Ginny.
"Here," he said. "This'll give you a whole new way of looking at things."
Ginny smoked, sitting up on her elbows, the sun splashing on her naked body. Mark smoked and rubbed his hand on her tummy. Neither of them spoke. They sat there with their thoughts and looked at each other. They imagined how it would be to make love to each other. They thought about how it would change them. The experience seemed to be gaining weight the more they smoked and looked at each other. It was no longer a casual picnic where a guy messes around and makes out with the chick. The emotional content of the tryst seemed to be building with each breath they took.
Finally, Ginny stubbed out her joint, not finishing it more than halfway. Mark squeezed his dead and took the girl in his arms. "Feel better?" he asked.
"Much better. I've decided that I want you too, Mark. You didn't push me. Yet you knew I was ready to grow up, to become a woman. Understand?"
"I understand," he said.
The time for talk was past, he knew. He kissed Ginny again and found her a changed woman. Her whole body seemed to race to fit with his. He quickly removed all of his clothing, then snaked her panties off. Both nude, they came to each other with their separate hungers, their private fevers. They kissed hard and Mark ground his body against hers, crushing her breasts to his chest.
Ginny found that she liked the weight of his body against her breasts. The masculine smell of him was a thrill to her-after Mary and Andrea. She didn't want to think about them now. They had no part in this. She was looking forward with keen anticipation to what Mark was going to do with her and to her. She let him have the lead, cooperating to the extent that her feelings let her. The kissing had excited her but her body yearned for more. She wanted him to touch her, inside and out, all over, with both hands, his body, his hair, his mouth.
As if reading her mind, Mark began kissing Ginny on the neck. He worked around and found an ear lobe. He put it in his mouth, tongued it, then sucked it. He felt it swell in his mouth, harden just like a penis or a clitoris. Ginny's neck reddened where he had kissed her and the flush spread to her face and shoulders. She looked lovely lying there with the sun playing on her blonde hair. He traveled down her neck, to her breasts. He kissed one tenderly, then took a, nipple in his mouth. Ginny shuddered as the sensation spread through her body. Mark's cock grew even harder, seeping precoital fluid.
"Oh, oh," Ginny said, "that feels so good, Mark. I feel it all over."
"Good. I want you to be ready for me."
"Oh, I will be, I will be," she said.
He looked down at her crotch. She had spread her legs as if to welcome him. He put a hand down between her legs and felt the dampness. As he continued to nibble on her nipple, he slid his finger into the tight little hole. It was even wetter inside. Her body bucked again as his finger stirred her clitoris from its nesting place. He continued to titillate it with his finger while his mouth roamed freely over her swollen breasts, the hardened nipples.
Ginny moaned with pleasure. Her eyes fluttered and her breasts rose and fell as excitement stirred her nerves. She was gasping at Mark's deft boldness, his accurate exploitation of her most erogenous places. She was very thrilled, at last, that a man, a real man, was exploring her body, tuning it up like an orchestra for a symphony of sex that she knew must await her. "You make me feel so good. So hot," she said, as his mouth burned at her breasts.
"This is only the beginning, sweet Ginny," he said, his finger probing all the way to the hymen. He knew then that Ginny had told the truth. She was a virgin, at least in the clinical sense. That rubbery membrane was there and he meant to cleave it with his swollen cock. He wanted her now more than ever. Not that he would feel any great accomplishment, but there was a certain satisfaction in being the first to penetrate that childhood barrier and plunge his organ deep into her love tunnel. It was almost like picking up a stone and discovering that it was a diamond.
Now that his finger had discovered the truth about Ginny, it went back to her throbbing little clit. He had her dancing on the tip end of his finger. His mouth moved down, to her tummy. She writhed in ecstasy as his tongue tantalized her bare flesh. He was relentless, hurting to plunge his cock inside that wet hot cunt and break through the last bonds of her youth. Ginny's mouth opened and her back arched. She was ready.
He removed his hand from her pussy and held her tightly in his arms. He kissed her again. She melted against him like a tree to the wind. He mounted her then pushing his big cock up to her pulsing lips. Ginny shook all over. He entered her. She trembled in her legs and tummy. His prick touched her clit and she came in a gush. This is what she had been waiting for-all her life. Mark went slow, feeling every lovely pleasure of her vagina.
"I love it, I love it," she breathed.
Then Mark plunged his cock deep. Ginny gasped as she took him into her. She felt a scream perched on the tip of her lips as his cock filled her, gave her life and love and searing pain.