Chapter 10
Ginny never did find Mark that night. He had drifted through the crowd and into the woods to be alone. Sadly, she had joined the others, then walked back to the cabin with Andrea and Mary. She had wanted to explain to Mark what had happened, but felt that it wouldn't do any good. She couldn't very well tell him about Andrea, either. She could have said that Belle had found out about her and Mark and had threatened exposure. She decided that would be the best course open to her.
But it wasn't until Saturday that she could talk to Mark alone. She had to practically force him to go with her outside the camp where they could talk. "It wasn't the way you thought," she told him. "Belle forced me to come to her cabin. She found out about us."
"You poor girl," he said. "Let's go see her and have it out right now." He was angry and he wanted to fight.
"No," said Ginny. "I don't want any more hassle with Belle Stern. I just want to get out of this camp. It's unreal. You're supposed to come here and enjoy yourself, be free, but it's getting to be like a prison."
"I know what you mean, Ginny. Maybe you're right. But there are only a few weeks left. Can't we both try to stick it out?"
Ginny looked at him for a long time. They were sitting on a fallen log above camp. Most everyone else, including Belle Stern, Andrea and Mary, had gone into town. Ginny wondered if he still wanted her to go with him to Bass Lake Village.
Then he told her about the letter from her father's company. Ginny beamed. "Let's go into town," he said.
Ginny squealed like a little girl. "It'll only take me a second to get ready," she said. Together, they bounded down the hill to the camp. While she ran off to get her overnight things, Mark threw together his shaving gear, then walked to the parking lot where his car was. He waited for Ginny and when she got in, he drove off with a spin of wheels, a burst of gravel, and pine needles.
Ginny wore a bandanna, dark glasses, stylish maroon capris, and an orange blouse. She looked, thought Mark, like a movie star traveling incognito. He was glad of that, because when he pulled up to the lodge he knew she would appear sophisticated from the office window. He took a room at the Thunderbird Lodge, way in the back, far from prying eyes.
When they got inside, Ginny took off her glasses and threw her arms around Mark. "Oh, Mark, thank you for bringing me here," she said. "Two glorious days together. Do you still want me after what that woman did to me?"
Mark looked at her very tenderly. "Of course I do. Take off your clothes and find out. Look, Ginny, everyone finds sex in their own way. Belle is a woman of action. She takes sex where she finds it. So do I. So do you, probably. We might not want to share each other after we love for a long time, but for right now, the past is definitely past and Belle Stern has no place in this room."
Ginny loved him for that. She took seconds to peel out of her clothes and to plop between the fresh sheets. Mark undressed, too, and she giggled, watching him. "You have bony legs," she teased.
"I do not," he said in mock seriousness. "They're beauty contest quality."
"I like what's between them."
"It's all yours."
"Then give it to me."
He walked over to her and she put her hand on his still soft cock. She stroked it as she would a kitten and it rose to her bidding. He leaned over the bed and she drew him into her mouth. Mark's eyes went up. He had thought he would have to break her into fellatio gradually, but was pleased that she had taken the initiative. He moved in closer and she pulled his cock inside her mouth, deeper. It swelled even more from the wet heat inside. Her tongue began to encircle the mushroomed head of his organ. His knees went weak.
"You make me want you even more when you suck me," he told her.
"I've never done this before," she said, releasing him for a moment.
"I know."
Back and forth her mouth went over the smooth hard cock, slicking it up like a greased pole. She enjoyed it because she knew it gave her man pleasure. Sucking him also made her own juices flow. She sat there on the edge of the bed, warming to her pleasant task, wanting him more with each slide of his cock.
When he thought he was going to explode, she stopped and lay back on the bed, her legs spread wide. He looked down at the raw flesh of her slit peeking from behind the bush of pubic hair. He could see the pink of her pussy. Without a word, he climbed over her and poked at her cunt with his prick. It slid in easily and she shivered with a sudden ecstasy.
It was later, after he had ejaculated and she had come more times than she could count, that he entered her from the rear, dog-fashion. It was a variation that they both enjoyed and served to bring them closer together. Later that night, after they had dined in their room, he performed cunnilingus on her and she came to a private decision. His tongue inside her pussy was far more satisfying than Andrea's, Mary's or Belle's. She knew that she had learned a valuable lesson of love from each woman, but Mark was her man and she knew that now. They went sixty-nine together and she was complete. Shortly before dawn, they made love in the conventional fashion, Mark was slow and tender. The orgasms weren't as numerous that time, but they were deeply satisfying. She felt, when Sunday morning came, that she had at last attained womanhood in the fullest sense.
"You've made me very happy," she told Mark.
"Do you think you could stand me for a long time?" he asked.
"I think I could," she answered, her heart lost somewhere in her chest. "Do you mean what I think you mean? Are you sure?"
"I'm sure," he said. "And I mean marriage, of course."
"Gee, this really is sudden," she said, her voice far away.
"Don't answer right now," he said. "Just think about it."
They both hated to go back to camp that afternoon.
Somehow Ginny stuck it out until the camp session ended. She met Mark on weekends and they either went to Thunderbird Lodge or to the woods. She realized that she had become very dependent on him. She was old enough to marry and it looked as though Mark was going to work in her father's firm. A phone call had confirmed that they were very anxious to see him when he returned to Los Angeles.
Her roughest time was with Andrea and Mary. Their hut had become very confining. Mary wondered why Ginny was snubbing her and Andrea had become angry. Still, Ginny kept her secrets to herself. Belle Stern gave her no more trouble, but her eyes were constantly staring at her and Ginny felt uncomfortable. Mark noticed the tension there and went to talk with Belle.
"Look," he told her, "I want you to lay off Ginny. She's mine and wants nothing further to do with you. You had your fun and it's over."
"You forget, sonny boy," Belle said. "I also had my fun with you. Did you tell her that?"
"Go fuck yourself, Belle," he said. "Pick on someone your own age."
That remark cut Belle Stern to the quick and she dismissed Mark with a disdainful air. She didn't want someone her own age. She longed for Ginny one more time. But, wisely, her eyes roamed to Andrea and she found that conquest easy and satisfying. Soon, she and Andrea were clandestine lovers. Mary knew about this and was sad. She had no one and didn't dare try to seduce another girl at camp. Instead, she pined alone, unrequitedly, for the lissome lovely Ginny.
Ginny was elected Queen of the Camp and Mark was very proud of her. That night, the next to last night in camp, he asked her to marry him. She agreed and they phoned her father from camp. He was happy for her, he said, and anxious to meet her man. She told him she wouldn't be coming back with Andrea, but would drive down with Mark on Saturday, when the summer session was officially over. Her mother gave her tear-filled consent, as well, and Ginny walked away from the phone booth on a cloud.
Ginny told Andrea the good news. "I'm not going back with you, Andy," she said. "Mark and I are going to be married this fall."
"Hey, great, man," said Andrea. "I've found my man, too."
"You have? You're getting married?" Ginny was surprised. "I've been so busy I haven't talked to you. Who is it?"
"You don't know him. I met him in the Village. His name is Tom Penrose. He plays wild guitar."
"How grand! I'm very happy for you. What made up your mind?"
"Sex frankly," laughed Andrea. "Tom's a tall lean, dark-haired guy who does things to me no one ever did before."
Ginny laughed. "I find that hard to believe with you. You've always been the leader in that department."
"You flatter me, kid," said Andrea. "But I never met anyone like Tom. He's very understanding and he's very cool. He's got a hit album going for him, has lots of bread and loves to ball. You know what he did to me?"
"I can't imagine."
"One night he took a guitar string, tied it to one of the strings on his guitar and put the end of it inside me. Then he played a fast song that drove me up the wall. The string had a little metal teat on it that touched my clit. Every time he banged a chord, I came! That's the wildest thing I've ever had done to me."
"I'll bet. Is sex all you have? Mark and I have love, too."
"Hey, Gin, you're not being a bitch, are you? Of course we love each other. But you can't make a marriage unless the sex is there too."
"I know," said Ginny wistfully. "I know. And, it's there, believe me."
She knew for sure when the camp emptied out on the last Saturday. She said goodbye to Mary and Andrea, a little sadly, but there were tears of happiness in her eyes too. Mary was very sweet, she thought. She wished her luck. Andy was on cloud nine and was bubbling to meet her Tom. They were getting married right away, she told Ginny, and were driving to Las Vegas to do it. '"Bye," she told Ginny.
"'Bye, Andy, good luck. Call me when you get back. I want to meet your guitar player."
Mary left that afternoon, too, after congratulating Ginny. She was very nice to Mark, too.
Even Belle Stern was nice to her. "You visit us sometime," she told Ginny. "You and Mark. I enjoyed both of you being here, this summer."
Mark cringed, but decided that Belle meant it.
They didn't leave right away. Ginny didn't want to. They stood there until the last bus and car had left. Belle had gone, too, and only the cooks and camp-people were left, busy cleaning up and getting ready for a quiet supper by themselves.
"Let's go back to our spot," she asked Mark. "One more time."
Delighted, Mark agreed. He filled the picnic basket by bribing the cooks and together they strolled away from the deserted camp. They looked back, as they left, a wistful expression on their faces.
"Deserted," he said.
"Deserted, thank heaven."
They both laughed together and climbed up the hill, leaving behind a host of memories.
It was just about 1:30 in the afternoon when they reached the glade. Neither of them was hungry. They were too full of each other, too full of the earth, the sky and the mountain forest. So they spread their blankets in the same spot they had been before and drank in the air, listened to the sounds of the wilderness.
Mark took Ginny in his arms and held her for a long time. Presently, her hand found its way to his lap and she unbuttoned his trousers. She took out his manhood and began kneading it between her fingers. It grew hard, rising out of his pants like a giant mushroom. She scooted away from Mark's arms and bent her blonde head over him. She took the stalk between her lips, kissing the tiny slit-hole with her tongue. She laved the head, as precoital seepings slicked it with their lemony juices.
"He wants you," Mark said.
"He will get me," she laughed. "I just wanted to be sure he was big enough. He used to be very small."
"He's big enough now."
"Undress me, lover."
"He might get small again."
"I'll make him grow."
Mark began undressing her. She was glad she had worn her capris because she wanted to wear a dress on the way back home. She wanted Mark to see her legs as he drove. She had become very aware of her body these past few weeks. Mark had told her that he was a leg man and a buttock man, more than a breast man. But with her, he said, he loved every part, especially that between her legs. Now, as he took her clothes off, she noticed that her camp T-shirt came off first, then her bra, her capris, and finally her shoes. He left the panties on as though saving the best for last and she liked that.
He kissed both breasts, letting his tongue linger over the nipples until they hardened like tiny thumbs. His hand glided to her panties, a bird seeking a nest. He rubbed over her mound and she felt a thrill caress her body. Wet from her eagerness seeped through, staining the pink crotch. He tugged the panties off and let them stay at half-mast just above her knees. Then he buried his face in her lap and nosed her slit like a bear rooting at a log. He sniffed and she had to laugh. She knew he was playing with her. Finally, he pulled her panties all the way off and hung them on a pine branch as if it were a flag.
Her hand went to his cock once more. It had not softened all the way, but it had slacked from its previous grandeur. She jacked it slowly, delighting in the surge of its blood as it stiffened once again. His hands warmed her crotch, rubbed the flesh of her lips until they were warm and swollen. A finger separated from the rest and plied the pussy portals. It found the tiny hole and pushed inside the love tunnel, into the steaming folds of eager flesh that seemed to flex in anticipation.
She unbuckled his belt and slid his trousers and shorts down so that his loins were exposed. Her hand busied itself on his rod, stroking it to a new rigidity. It looked to her like a polished object, fashioned for her special pleasure. She continued to marvel at its ability to stir her by its presence, either soft or hard. She loved that moment when it grew into full size. She loved it when it presented itself at her cunt for entrance and when it first entered her like some giant one-eyed beast searching a dark tunnel. Now she wanted him inside her and she lay on her back looking at the blue sky through the pine branches. She felt at peace with herself and with the world. She didn't have to tell Mark to mount her. He came, a moment later, and blotted out the sky, his handsome face appearing above hers.
"I'll take it slow," he told her, sliding his trousers away. He kept his shirt on.
"Yes" she responded rather shyly, then spread her legs wide and bent her knees slightly.
He put his hand under her buttocks and pulled her to him. His cock began at the top of her wet slit, pushing into the bony flesh there. Then it traveled down the zipper-like path to the hole. Mark slid inside her and felt the exquisite first surge of hot pleasure through his manhood. Ginny began unbuttoning his shirt. She put her hands inside on his bare chest and rubbed him the way he sometimes rubbed her breasts, both at once, with the full palms. Mark bent his back and sank his shaft to the hilt in her burning sheath.
Ginny bit her lip as the first sudden orgasm took her by surprise. She blinked back tears and gazed up at her future husband. Her lips formed the words, but there was no sound. "I love you," they said.
"I love you too," he echoed, silently.
They flowed into and around each other like a strong wind tide that gentles at the edge of the mountain forest. He stroked her slow as he had promised and Ginny could not hold back the devastating series of orgasms that hammered her body. Each time she jolted with pleasure it was as if a candle in her mind were being blown out by a searing zephyr. She went down into pools of ecstasy, lost and mindless, each time his cock traveled its length in her musky cave-cunt. Then she would return, up through Technicolor clouds fashioned of cotton candy, only to be stroked again to that nether world of happiness where the little death of love took her under for a split second.
Mark knew she was experiencing the deepest joy of her life. He looked at her each time he buried his cock and saw her eyes close, her mind drift away like a fragile leaf. She was like a woman drugged. Her eyes would flutter open as he withdrew, almost all the way, then would close again as he sank his prick deep and slow into her eagerly sucking pussy. His magic injection took her away from him but always brought her back.
He controlled his own urge to climax by glancing at the trees and the meadow each time her eyes closed. He wanted to make these moments last as long as he could for he knew it would be a long time before they could ever return to a secluded place like this. He was sure they would never return here to this spot again. But he was also sure that they would return to it many times in their minds. The place was theirs for all time. It would never go away. That's another reason why he wanted to see it all as he was making love to his Ginny. It was all part of their love scene and he wanted it to remain indelibly impressed on his memory.
Finally, when Mark felt that Ginny was fully satisfied, he increased his pumping speed. The change triggered her to become more active herself. She had enjoyed the passivity, the luxury of the slow steady orgasms, but now she was caught up in his urgency. She moved her hips from side to side and her cunt up and down. Their bodies smacked together where they joined. Mark felt his sperm explode from him. Ginny raked his shirted back with her nails, not hurting him through the heavy fabric.
At that moment he burst inside her, she topped all the other orgasms with the finest and largest of all. Her gasp told Mark that she had come with him to the pinnacle and over it. He was very glad. He kissed her and held her tight a long time.
They dressed slowly, looking at each other shyly, filled with a new wonder in each other. They munched halfheartedly on their picnic lunch, neither of them very hungry. They were too sated with each other's love and pleasantly weary from the sex. The wine exhilarated them, and, afterward, they shared a joint which did nothing for either of them. They were too high on each other to need the cannabis.
"Do we have to go?" she asked later.
"We should," he said.
"I could stay here forever."
"I know. It's hard to leave a place like this. Everything will be different when we get down the hill."
"We should come back sometime."
"We should. But we won't. We'll find another place," he smiled.
"We'll find lots of places, Mark."
"They'll be ours alone. Like this one."
Ginny got up and he rose with her. He picked up the basket and she took his hand. It was mid-afternoon when they started away from the glade. It was very still in the forest and neither of them spoke as they crossed the wide meadow. At the edge, before they began their trek down to the camp, they both paused. They looked back for a long time. Ginny squeezed Mark's hand and he squeezed back. It was over and they both knew it. They had to leave.
He looked at her when she turned around. Her eyes were wet. She sniffled. "Let's go," she said. "I'm ready."
Mark nodded and led her down the path away from their place in the mountain sun. The shadows began to gather around them as they walked slowly on. Finally, Ginny stopped and looked at Mark. She smiled, her eyes dry. Mark smiled back.
"It's going to be a good life," she told him.
"It is a good life."
"The best."
The sun splashed them through the pines as they walked faster. They bounced down the steep trail with a new step. Behind them, in the glade, the shadows stretched long across the land. The grasses, where they had lain, slowly bent back to drink in the last light of the day. There was just the faintest whisper of a breeze in the treetops. A lone doe came into the meadow, sniffed and gazed around. Satisfied, it began to feed. Soon it was joined by a magnificently antlered buck in velvet. The sun made his rack look like it was on fire when he raised it proud and high.
Below, near the camp, Ginny stopped once more. She looked up the slope one more time as if to make sure it was still there. That it was real. Mark waited. "I'm glad we went there," she said.
"I am, too," he agreed. "Good-bye mountains."
"Good-bye mountains."
The sunset came as they drove away from the camp. It took them away and darkened the places where they had been the past few weeks. They drove into the sunset and soon, too, they were gone. The wind whispered in the pines after they left as though saying farewell to them. Ginny thought that she could hear the susurrant sounds long after they had left the shadow of the mountains. She was sure that they were calling them back. She was sure that she and Mark would return someday.