Chapter 2
The evening's cool air came upon them as the three girls lay in the sand nude. Adrian stirred a little to find a more comfortable place for her head on Val's lap.
"Why don't we go to the lodge tonight?" Clarissa asked sweetly, moving closer to Val's warm body.
"Is that your commune?" Valentine asked, remembering Adrian's comment earlier that afternoon.
Adrian stirred from under the waves of damp black hair that streamed from Clarissa's head profusely. The two other bodies which were intertwined with hers had to move also. Val felt the cool air disturb her comfort. She realized they would all be cold and damp in the evening air should they become untangled. The three of them huddled closer.
Adrian finally answered, "Yes. We'd like you to join, too. We'll have to ask Janet if it's all right, but I'm sure that once you ball her it will be." Adrian and Clarissa laughed.
The idea didn't appeal to Valentine. This adventure by the stream was one thing and the daily politics of the Lesbian commune seemed to her quite another. She was sure the atmosphere would be restrictive and cloying. And she was thinking of Aaron.
"I'll think about it," Valentine said as she reached for her panties and bra.
"You don't need those," Adrian said, pulling the lace garments out of Val's long fingers. Valentine laughed and nodded agreement. The two girls struggled to tie the undergarments around a long, loaf-shaped stone on the shore. Adrian took the bundle and gave it a mighty heave into the center of the pool, where the water was deepest. Val watched the naked figure of the woman heave the stone with a graceful, muscular ease. They dressed and began walking back to the truck beside the highway.
Val's damp, sandy clothes rubbed against her tender skin. She particularly felt the grating of sand at her groin, where the folds of cunt flesh trapped it. She walked a bit more gingerly. The other girls would be going home to a shower, but she had to hit the road and she would need to be able to walk without pain.
The three women saw that there was an old van pulled up behind their truck. Adrian and Clarissa smiled and ran to meet the boy that sat shyly behind the wheel. Clarissa went over to the truck and pulled him out, steering him over to introduce him to Valentine.
"This is my Michael," she said, grinning. "He's brought us some supplies from 'Frisco." Adrian was loading things from the back of his van into the truck.
"Valentine," Clarissa asked seriously, "have you decided to come with us or to hit the road tonight?"
"I'd really like to be getting on my way. I want to surprise my friend in San Diego. But I do thank you for inviting me. And also for the pleasant afternoon we spent together."
The girls beamed from ear to ear and the young man beside them seemed to be in on the secret. He flushed scarlet. Is he homosexual? Val pondered.
"If you do want to hit the road, Michael can give you a ride. You'll be safe with him," the girls laughed. Adrian ruffled his curly hair, to Michael's consternation.
Adrian picked four large, ripe avocados from the back of her truck. "Here, you two. Take these with you in case you get hungry," she said. The two girls got into the truck and waved as they drove off.
Without saying a word to her the young man got into his van and opened the far door for Val. As she hopped up onto the seat he seemed to carefully avoid looking at her.
"Michael," Valentine asked, "would you like some avocado?"
"Yes, I would," Michael answered quickly. He was obviously uneasy with her and yet he seemed to be glad she was being friendly with him. "I have some salt and pepper in the glove compartment," he added. "Back in the van there's some sourdough bread from San Francisco."
He jumped out of the seat and went to open the back of the van, bringing a fresh loaf into the cab. Both of them ate in silence. Val couldn't help noticing Michael's shyness and his beautiful profile. He seemed quite young to her, possibly in his late teens. He seemed to know that he was being looked at, and glanced over at Val with a fearful gaze. Those eyes! Val put two and two together. He's Clarissa's brother, obviously. That's what she meant by introducing him as "my" Michael.
Michael blushed and lowered his head a little as he drove on. "I have something to confess," Michael blurted out. "I've been worried all this time that you knew about it. I went over to the pool to find Clarissa and Adrian and came upon the three of you unexpectedly." He was obviously fighting his embarrassment. Valentine saw that he wanted to finish relating the story. "I didn't expect to see what I saw and as soon as I realized what was happening I came back here. Honest."
Val tried to soothe his embarrassment by assuring him that it was their fault for cavorting around in the open.
"You know, I'm sure glad my boy friend didn't see that," she added seriously. "I can't imagine what he'd think."
After the avocado sandwiches the two of them started off down the highway. Night was falling and Valentine was uncomfortable in her sandy sweater and jeans.
"May I take my clothes off?" she asked. "There's sand everywhere and it's pretty uncomfortable."
"Sure," Michael consented. "I can give you my T-shirt so you can cover up if you want." He looked straight ahead down the highway.
Valentine took hold of the edge of her wet sweater and pulled it over her head and off her lithe body in one motion. Val felt her firm tits jiggle as she had her hands poised over her head. Michael still faced forward, but it was obvious to Val that he was enjoying her youthful firmness also. His eyes were trying to find an opening in the side of his head. Val chuckled to herself and stretched so that her breasts went sort of flat and her nipples puckered out like hard, pointed buttons.
Val felt the van speed through the night even faster. Michael was trying to play it cool, but the sight of Val's beautiful body was moving him even from the periphery of his vision. His long black lashes blinked at the oncoming traffic.
Val was slumped down so that no one but a truckdriver in a semi could see her bare chest. She turned and contorted to find a comfortable position on the seat.
Michael didn't know what to think about what was happening on the seat next to him. When he had seen what was going on at the swimming hole he was sure that Val was one of "those" kinds of girls, like his sister. But she mentioned a boy friend. And she must know how her behavior was affecting him. Was she coming on to him or not? Confusion ruled in his mind and he drove faster and faster.
"Jesus!" Val screamed, "would you slow down!"
Michael looked at her for the first time. The streetlights illuminated her naked breasts sporadically. She was tugging the zipper of her wet jeans past pubic hair. He gasped and moaned. Those are such beautiful globes of flesh, he thought to himself. And they seemed to be sort of staring back at him. His dark eyes watered with emotion and resembled Clarissa's eyes the first time the slight sister had seen Val's naked form.
The girls' joke about him being "safe", what did it mean? Val wondered. If he was "different" in the same way his sister was, then, of course, it meant she was safe from sex. And yet she watched the bulge in his pants begin to grow from his tense body and it heightened her own interest. Maybe they mean he's too young, she guessed. And her stirring feelings were tinged with guilt. Experimentally she toyed with one of her soft pink nipples, rubbing it between her forefinger and thumb until the soft area hardened into a knob and became exquisitely sensitive.
Michael's driving became dangerously erratic. He nearly hit a telephone pole, then an oncoming car. Val drew her breath in sharply and laughed when they swung into the clear. Her experiment had yielded clear results.
"Michael, let's pull over so that we can both get some rest and get control of ourselves," she suggested in a voice that was soothing and almost maternal. Valentine realized that she had never lied to Aaron. Would she be able to tell him about Adrian and Clarissa? And now Michael as well? She wondered if the maternal concern she felt for Michael's confused and budding adolescent sexuality was entirely selfless. Aaron's strong male figure loomed up in Val's imagination. He seemed so benevolent and so mature. Surely he would forgive these casual, practically unavoidable experiences.
Confused thoughts spun around in Val's mind. She hadn't realized that Michael had already pulled over onto a wide dirt shoulder and was staring at her with his own confusion and desire evident. Michael's large dark eyes fixed on Val's shimmering breasts. The moonlight angled in through the windshield so that the two milky globes took on an iridescence and glowed with an eerie halo. Even Valentine was hypnotized by the shine.
Michael twitched the corners of his mouth nervously. His thin body was electrified with desire. He pulled off his T-shirt and handed it to Val. His motions were those of a sleepwalker. Val took the shirt and put it down beside her in the cab of the van. Michael looked surprised and kept on shivering.
"Listen, why don't we lie down in the back until you're feeling better?" Val again suggested.
Michael opened his eyes wide and blinked them rapidly. It appeared he knew just what she meant by "feeling better."
Michael spread the curtain that separated the cab from the large space in the back. The curtain was one of those tie-dyed pieces of cloth that look most appropriate adorning an old van. Michael slipped in easily over the engine compartment. Val had more trouble. He kept his eyes glued to her wobbling boobs as he helped her in.
Val watched as Michael lit a candle. She thought that it was quaint. His touch had been light and able for someone so young. She liked his coy reluctance to join her in the supine position she'd assumed on the mattress in the back.
Val found herself fascinated by Michael. She held her hand out to him. He reached over and touched the tip of her fingers without moving the rest of his body. Val gently took hold of his fingers and pulled him slowly toward her body. Her heart began beating in big thumps. She was caught off guard by the surprise of that beating in her chest and Michael seemed to notice also. He looked at her chest, then at her tits. Such firm but supple mounds of flesh.
Val then realized what had been fascinating Michael. She pulled him softly beside her and guided him on top of her. He landed as gently as a leaf. He let out a moan as his young body came in contact with her breasts.
"You've never done this before, have you?" Valentine whispered into Michael's ear as he slipped onto her.
"No," Michael said, suddenly still. "I've ... I've been afraid...." He obviously had not completed what he was going to say.
"Afraid of what?" Valentine asked in a warm, friendly tone.
"Of myself. When I found out about Clarissa I thought ... well, everyone says I'm too pretty to be a boy ... I know they're just kidding but I had doubts because I ... was afraid of women."
"Oh!" Val said seductively. "If you're afraid that you aren't attractive to women, forget it. That sure isn't your problem." She smiled and rubbed her chest against him to put him at ease.
"Besides that," he said, hesitating, "I think I may be ... a little small. In the gym sometimes I look at the other guys and I think I'm sort of on the small side."
"Didn't anyone ever tell you that size isn't important?" she asked soothingly. Michael put a nervous hand on one of Val's soft mounds. As soon as he heard her muffled sounds of pleasure he started in on her in earnest. Val felt a throbbing at her thigh and wondered if anyone's cock ever pounded with such eagerness before. She wondered if he was rushing it.
Val leaned tactfully over to Michael's ear and whispered, "Slow down, darling, or you'll come in your pants."
Just then she felt him vibrate and noticed a warm feeling at her thigh.. He'd come just by feeling her up! She was amazed and a little pleased that she affected him so strongly. But the hot feeling at her own groin itched and bothered her. Her own desire had been building since she took off her sweater.
Michael rolled off her quickly in an embarrassed state. "I'm sorry," he cried. "Please forgive me." He was holding his wet pants at the groin, and his head dropped so that his beautiful profile was brought out by the candlelight. He looked angelic and innocent like no one had ever looked to Val in her life. Maybe this is what my beautiful Aaron was like ten years ago, she mused. She thought of Aaron's manliness, his breezy confidence and guessed that it had once been quite different.
Val forgot her own need and went to comfort Michael. She kissed his mouth sweetly, her long hand holding his chin up so that their lips could meet. She felt the wetness at her thigh and pulled off her pants quickly. She'd forgotten that she had thrown away her underwear and it felt strange to be so suddenly and completely nude. Michael was as yet too embarrassed because of his premature ejaculation to noice the furry little patch of pubic hair glisten as Val approached him.
His shoulders moved up and down as he sobbed, and Val laid her hand gently upon one shoulder. His crying slowed down and the jumping of his shoulders decreased. Val slowly rubbed the palm of her hand over his hairless chest and truck.
"Now, now!" Val said in a very adult voice. "What's the matter?"
"I can't do anything right." His crying began again, then ceased. "I'm so clumsy."
"It isn't wrong to come like that," Val said frankly. "It's only natural if you've never had sex before."
Michael blushed at her earnestness and rubbed the wet spot in his pants. Val's hand was still gliding gently over his chest as he smiled broadly. His awkwardness was disappearing as his slight hand went to rest on the patch of velvety pussy hair. Val was reassured that Michael was not permanently impaired by the incident.
"Take off your pants first," she said slyly, knowing that he might have the same problem a second time if he persisted.
Michael hesitated. Then he said as boldly as he could, "You take them off for me."
"Sure, darling," Val laughed. The game was becoming fun once again. All seriousness was dispelled by their laughter.
Michael smiled a devilish grin. Val was taken aback by the change in him. Sex was giving him a cockiness not often found in someone so young. Actually, just the contact with her cuntlips was doing it. Val felt a warmth emanating from her cunt as Michael's fingers found her clit.
"Ohhhhmmmm!" she groaned in unfettered joy. She was still trying to get his pants off him. She tugged at his wide belt and finally got it unclasped. His jeans were the button-fly variety, and difficult for a girl to get at as she lay on her back having her clitoris stimulated. She began to writhe and Michael responded by pressing on.
"You like that?" he asked, really expecting an answer.
"Ah ... ah ... ah, yeah!" was all Valentine could say.
She felt this young novice manipulating her like an old pro. Her body jumped and twitched at his will. She had to forget about his pants. He didn't seem to mind, though, as he continued to press with his finger on her clit, and put a hand on her breast. This calmed her a bit, and just sort of held her still.
Val reacted to the combination of forces working at her. She needed release, and she also wanted to be carried on this floating sensation of ecstasy indefinitely. Her body ground against Michael's oncoming hand as she reached to his beautiful head and pulled it toward hers. She began kissing it profusely; his mouth and eyes and cheeks. He slowly lost control of Val's body as she took over.
Val moved him around so that his body was beside hers on the mattress. As he lay there she unbuttoned his pants the rest of the way and began to slide them down his narrow hips. She was surprised to find no pubic hair until she got directly at the throbbing bulge. The sparse wisps of hair shimmered in the candlelight as his cock sprung out of its confines.
Both Valentine and Michael gasped. Michael gasped to be free, and Val gasped to see the turgid, pale member. She had expected a dark-purple tool like Aaron's, but she had forgotten that Aaron was at least ten years older than Michael and had had quite a lot more experience. The sexual organs of men and women change with age and experience, she remembered.
Michael seemed embarrassed as Val just kept looking at his cock and thinking to herself. He seemed to want to run, or to grab her, or anything except to be stared at. Val's gaze froze him and he couldn't move until Val looked up at his dark eyes. He then slid his hand down her soft, firm belly, squeezing as he went. His fingertips rested on the edge of her well-defined patch and he began to draw circles in the fluff.
Before he could regain control of the situation Val dropped her head to Michael's engorged cockhead and slurped the organ into her hot mouth.
"OOOOHH! JESUS CHRIST!" Michael yelled in surprised passion as his cock was sucked greedily into Val's mouth.
She felt it throbbing bigger and bigger. She washed it around in her mouth as she fondled the dangling balls with her light fingers. They began to recede away from her touch. She watched them wrinkle into hard, rigid orbs of pure sensitivity.
She rubbed her tongue along the bottom of his cock and felt his body tense into a mass of muscle. For someone so thin he was sure strong. He grabbed Val's head and shoved it back and forth on his aching cock. She slurped and groaned hungrily.
Michael was in the throes of great pleasure as Val sucked while he pulled her head off his cockhead. This created greater suction on the tender organ. Val also blew as he pushed her head on his cock so that it filled with air and Michael acted as if he were going to explode. The van shook with their play. Valentine sensed that he was approaching another orgasm and she didn't want him to come before she had a chance to. He might not be able to finish off her own need.
"I need it, too," Val pleaded.
"I ... know ... I ... know...." Michael kept saying as if he weren't quite convinced.
Michael slowly mobilized and slid on top of Valentine's waiting body. The two hearts pounded so that it was hard to tell which was the more violent. Val moaned and tried to position herself for Michael's entry.
It was obvious to Val that Michael had never done this before as he searched about sporadically for the appropriate opening. His sweating body slid all over her as he tried to find her cuntlips with his cockhead. The heated bulb ran up and down Val's thighs so that she thought that he might come even without having penetrated. Suddenly, almost by accident, his turgid cock slipped easily into her gaping cunt. Val felt the heat of her pussy rise as the rod was rammed up into her as far as it could go on a single stroke.
Michael smiled and collapsed slightly upon Val's body. She felt his relief in having finally found entry. She harbored his cock securely in her twat. No one had ever done this for him before. She felt new and wonderful feelings as she watched the expression change on Michael's face as he began to realize that he was really fucking for the first time.
"Somehow I thought it would be a lot different," he gasped in spurts.
"You have to get used to it," Valentine consoled.
"No, I like it fine," Michael answered. "It's just that it feels like my entire body is surrounded by your cunt."
"The most sensitive part of your body is," she laughed as he began to move just a little.
"Ohhhh, God!" he screamed. "That's all of my body. I can't feel anything else."
Val was experiencing something similar. All of her feeling was concentrated at her cunt and registered the friction the pistoning rod was causing. She felt her vaginal walls seeping fluid and she knew that her orgasm was growing inside her. Flames seemed to lick her entire supple form as Michael's speed increased.
Michael arched his back on each outstroke as if he were caught in a trap and it was difficult to extract himself from it. But each time he pushed his tender member in, he pushed it to the hilt. This was obviously a trap he wanted to be enmeshed in.
Val raised her legs so that her thighs touched her chest. Her cunt became larger and Michael sank deeper into her juicy hole. She felt her pussylips grind up against his soft pubic hair. The scarcity of hair made her have a twinge of guilt concerning his tender age and the lascivious position she had placed herself in. Aaron's image loomed before her. She put her legs back down to resume the missionary position.
"God, no!" Michael screamed. "Don't do that." He forced her legs back up to her ears with his strong young arms. "Please," he pleaded, "say it's all right."
She relaxed and smiled at him to let him know that she gave herself over to him to be fucked without worry.
Michael's strokes were very rapid. He had barely been able to go slowly at all. At first his inexperience kept him moving at a moderate pace, but now his quick, darting thrust overwhelmed Valentine. He was like a human jackhammer. She felt herself being shot into ecstasy. He was moving so quickly that she knew she couldn't keep up with him and she let herself be taken away.
Val felt the telltale flowing of her fluids by her cuntlips, and she knew she was about to come. But Michael didn't let up. He was frantically trying to bring on his own orgasm. Val tried to quell her own imposing climax, but it was no use. The pink cuntlips were suddenly on fire as the copious juices flowed past them.
Michael groaned and Val realized that he understood what was happening. He picked up speed, but it was too late. Val collapsed in a sensuous heap. Michael gave up his endeavor, because Valentine's limp body thrashed so much from his onslaught that he couldn't keep on fucking her. He pulled out and grabbed himself again. Obviously he was hurting and needed release.
Valentine looked through her own post-orgasmic haze and saw the contorted expression on his face. She struggled reluctantly out of the ecstasy she'd found and reached for his cock. She had to peel back his fingers, which held securely to his member.
"Allow me," she said, smiling at the confused youth.
She saw that the pale cock had turned red and was throbbing. Michael growled like an injured animal.
Val leaned down and sucked the sore-looking cock into her mouth. Michael groaned again and she saw that his balls were jumping erratically. Val took loving care with his cock and worked her mouth tenderly around the organ. This time Michael was too weak in his excitement to take hold of her head and pump with it. He had to let her minister to his needs the way she thought best.
Slowly Val turned the cock around in her warm lips, biting gently to test the rigidity of the member. She would've teased even more if she had had the strength. But she could barely even blow him as she would've liked to because of her flushed and enervated state. Michael seemed to think that she was doing more than a fine job on him as he arched his thin hips and gaped his mouth widely.
Val could tell by his tenseness that it wasn't going to take much to make him come.
"Ohmigod!" Michael gasped, "go faster, just a little faster!"
Val enjoyed having him literally in the palms of her long, golden hands. She felt playful and a little aloof and she didn't want to get it over with. First she scrubbed the silky head with the flat of her tongue as she fondled his basket of balls. She liked to feel them jump to her touch. She then began swallowing the cock as deep as she could. Just as his cockhead was insinuated against the opening to her throat she felt his thick member pulse. Valentine involuntarily gagged and pulled her mouth off his cock just before cum spurted the length of his hairless torso. His wiry body convulsed for several minutes, then lay still. Valentine amused herself by drawing designs with the sticky cum on Michael's prostrate body.