Chapter 7
Jackie opened up the "Best Poems of B. Gibney." She read aloud to Steele. "Love it makes us do crazy things ... Flesh hoses become steel ... Hairy boxes turned into pink slits of enjoyment ... . Love makes us stink like animals ... Dehydrates our body orifices ... Love stinks all right. . . But it's better than garbage."
Steele smiled a lot when Jackie got in her poetry moods. The lines of verse meant nothing to him; just some incoherent gibberish written by some madman. But Jackie got enjoyment out of readings to him so he went along with parlor games.
He felt like a very lucky man. There were few single girls at Camp Mohawk and he had managed to score the best looking of the lot. He would not have to make the long trek into town with his other counselor buddies, scrounging around looking for sex. Jackie was more than he could handle.
The feeling of her cunt around his hard dick was too good and too exciting to give up and go join his buddies chasing whores. Jackie was a nice girl who had a lot of problems. She was hung up about something, and despite his go-slow approach, he could not break through the solid barrier that separated him from her inner self.
He was certain that it had something to do with her younger sister Jennie. Jackie saw a lot of her and when the two of them were together, he was shut off. No doubt the two sisters were very close,. but Jackie was perhaps too close to know some of the things that Jennie was doing.
There were rumors that, if true, hardly made Jennie qualify as the town virgin. His buddy Jack had caught her romping around inside one of the boy's cabin after the lights were out.
It was a serious offense, but Jennie had convinced the counselor that she had meant no harm. After promising never to leave her cabin after dark again, Jack had let her go and did not report the incident.
In itself the incident meant very little. But Jennie was a fast developing girl and a cock-teaser, who liked flaunting her gifts to the older counselors. Well, he could dismiss that too because she was not the first female camper to flirt with the counselors.
In fact, he considered it unnatural if a teenage girl didn't flirt about with the older boys; that was part of growing up.
But it was the third rumor that most disturbed him. He had heard this rumor while sipping coffee with the Latin chief after the dinner hour. His work crew, all husky young lads from the town were making jokes about a particular camper who was "going down" for all of them.
He did not know the girl's name, but from his description, it fit Jennie to a T". Jay had said nothing to the cook, who was worried his boys would become so preoccupied with the girl that they would forget to help him in the kitchen. But Jay was deeply worried.
Jennie was fourteen years old and the thought of half a dozen crude, ill kempt men forming a "fuck" line behind her parted thighs truly revolted him. He doubted that her still forming cunt could stand the trauma of sexual energy zinging through her tender slit. Breaking a girl in too early was bad. It turned their innocent young minds full of the fantasies of youth into mush. They became neurotic and resentful and frequently used sex as an instrument of revenge. Jay hardly qualified as a psychiatrist though he had taken several psychology courses at the junior college in his home town. But if Jennie was in trouble, be wanted to help her.
He also didn't want to risk losing Jackie. If her sister got the boot for misconduct or some of the young campers began contracting venereal disease or something equally horrible, then Jackie would almost surely follow her sister. They were flesh and blood and he didn't expect her to continue on for his sake's when Jennie desperately needed her help.
So Jay had his work cut out for him. He would try to straighten the troubled child out. It wouldn't be easy though not impossible. They knew each other, after all, and were friends or, so he thought. Jennie was in his sailing class and they maintained a rapport though the little girl was devilishly hard to figure out. Certainly he could see from her impish good looks how men were attracted to her. She really was desirable and he pictured his hands running over smooth, soft curving belly and down to her moist cunt. She was quite a dish, he had to admit ...
"Jay, you're just not listening to me," said Jackie. Her lips pouted in childish anger. She slammed the book of Gibney poems down on the table beside her and angrily crossed her legs.
Jay had not been listening. But the thought of going without sex that evening stirred him strongly. He didn't want to lie to Jackie, but he didn't want to miss out fucking her either.
Quietly he unzipped his pants. His hard cock rod sprung from his crotch and he wiggled it before Jackie's feasting eyes. "I was thinking how much fun it would be making love to you." And then he stood up and moved towards her.