Chapter 4
Troy found that he had made new converts to his leadership since his dramatic takeover of the bus when disaster seemed sure. Jefferson Burns and his wife were, of course, enemies, and the hippie youth was on their side. A trio of surly girls of mixed nationalities seemed inclined to side with the Burns faction, but that made up a small minority, and Troy was sure that he had things well under control.
His orders to clear the area of combustibles were not taken wholeheartedly, but that was to be expected when there was no immediate peril. Let one wisp of new smoke appear around the bend of the road, and his workers would be more than willing. He began planning the evening meal, and he found unexpected help when Willa and her two girlfriends volunteered for the chore. The girl who had seen his erection through his slacks had evidently done some new thinking, because she was eyeing him curiously. Willa introduced her as Andra Flemming and the other girl as Vera Bartok. The Bartok girl had an evident Slavic ancestry in her full breasts and wide, well-padded, capable hips. Troy discarded her as potential sex material for the lack of fashion in her dress and the absence of coquetry in her manner.
He kept his people busy throughout the rest of the hot afternoon and then called a halt to let them take turns at the spring to wash off the sweat and ash that was drifting in to cover everything with a fine film. He had to police the bathing. When he caught the young hippie hiding behind a corner of a building in order to watch the girls partly undress to wash.
Willa had a private word with him that momentarily shocked him, and he had to revise his thinking about her. She made sure that no one was around to overhear, and even then, she barely whispered.
"Andra and I want you to sleep with us tonight. Will you, Troy? We could sneak off somewhere by ourselves. I-I told her about us." He scratched his head over the idea that a girl could be a virgin in the morning and a whore that same night. Willa left him before he could answer her, and he shrugged away a teasing worry that he was getting in over his head on this sex thing.
The whole group got together for canned beans, pancakes, tuna, and coffee, and there were no volunteers to clean up the after-dinner mess. Troy did it himself to avoid argument. He still needed time to think about Willa's proposition.
Most of the tourists were thinking about bed when Troy took a hike down the road to check on the fire. He found a vantage point around the first bend. As he had guessed, the fire had lost its potent virulency with the lessening of the day's heat. The dense smoke made an early evening, and the setting sun was a huge orange ball. A thousand tiny pinpoints of red flame outlined the rugged contour of the mountain's base, and even as he looked, they waned, as though they were storing strength for tomorrow. The fire rested, and he decided that it was safe enough to do the same.
Just to be cautious rather than foolhardy, he delegated a system of lookouts to take turns during the night. Jay Berry volunteered for the first three-hour watch. Troy saw the look that passed between Jay and a girl named Claire, and he guessed that Jay wouldn't watch alone. He just hoped that Jay wouldn't become too engrossed in the girl to forget the fire entirely.
Doling out the salvaged blankets turned out to be a touchy thing, since the number of blankets and people didn't coincide. Troy gave out the extra blankets to those who seemed the less hardy. He gave permission to build a warming fire and made a mental bet that no one would tend it through the night. He saw people who had been total strangers this morning team up in odd combinations for mutual warmth. He had just about come to the conclusion that he needed sleep more than sex, when Willa and Andra left the circle of firelight and waited for him to follow.
He left the haphazard camp in a different direction and circled around to meet the two girls. At the very least he would sleep warm if he got any sleep at all. He stumbled in the dark, and Willa giggled as she found his hand and pulled him down.
There had always been some reservation in mind about group sex despite an arousal of interest in hearing and reading about it. He was to find that in this threesome there would be no spectators. Willa, by right of priority, claimed the first kiss after the blankets had been spread.
"Kiss me first, Troy. Andra doesn't care who goes first, do you dear?"
"Just so I'm not left out."
Willa spilled into Troy's lap and raised her chin for the kiss. The hard press of her tightly closed mouth was not stimulating. He tangled his fingers in her hair and pulled her head back.
"Look, Willa, that's not a kiss. Open your lips in a smile and don't press. Relax, girl."
He closed on her slightly opened mouth, and her full lips were soft and pliant. He exerted suction and caught her tongue unawares, to hold it gently between his teeth. She gasped and then explored the inside of his mouth. Their tongues met, and she let out a small squeal of delight at having found a new source of hot sensation. Troy sniffed a different perfume, and the kiss became a three-way thing as Andra pressed her lips and tongue into the tangle to discover what was going on. It was then that Troy found out that kisses between the two girls were not a new thing to them. His curiousity made him question them. Willa let Andra explain.
"We grew up together-you know, best friends and all that. We ... well, we touched each other, and Willa told me all about menstruation when I changed from a girl to a woman. We used to take turns sleeping at each other's house and ... well, I was first to reach a climax."
She said it proudly as though she had the edge on Willa. Troy wondered aloud at the method that had been used.
Willa laughed. "All I had to do was touch her body with mine. I laid on top of her and kind of bounced around. She almost scared me when she grabbed me too tight and pushed hard against me. I made her put her finger in me, but I couldn't do anything until about a month later. She made me mad by pestering me all the time to get naked with her and wrestle her around. I was mad at her until the day I came and then there was nothing to be mad about."
"And the boys? Weren't there any boys around?"
"Oh, sure, but we were more interested in each other. The boys used to date us and then try to get us to play with each other. Andra and I used to laugh at them for getting all hot by watching us. We quit doing that when two boys took their things out and did it to themselves in front of us. We thought that was horrid. We weren't going to have anything to do with men until you made me mad today. I told Andra how good it felt and she wants to try it out. She's not a virgin like I was. We were playing with a candle one day, and I poked it too far."
Troy marveled at the naive simplicity with which these two girls had resolved the sex problems. They just might have gone through life together but for the unusual circumstance of the fire jarring them out of their complacent environment.
He was sitting on the ground, and Andra pushed Willa off his lap to take her place. She straddled him and rubbed herself against his abdomen. Before he realized what she was doing, she had brought herself into a quick orgasm. She had eased the throbbing ache between her legs in the only fashion that she knew, and she was ready to turn him over to Willa.
He slid his hands up Andra's smooth thighs and then gripped the elastic band of her panties at the waist. He tugged until she helped him in their removal, and then she forced his middle finger into her. It was evident that she wanted him to play with her as Willa had always done. Troy pushed her back onto the blanket and bared himself by the simple expedient of loosening his belt and zipper. Andra had a last minute of panic, and she fought out with both hands.
He pinned her two wrists in one of his fists and found that he had unexpected help from Willa. She was sitting on one of Andra's ankles and forcing the other one to the side. Troy lowered his body and made entrance into the girl's body. She gave a frantic heave to be free, but the heave brought her buttocks up and Troy was firmly imbedded in her. She sighed loudly and began to whimper.
"Shut up, Andra. Troy isn't hurting you. Doesn't it feel good? Give me your hand, darling, I'm all hot just thinking of how good it feels."
Troy knew that the hand was led to where Willa's hot body could curl over it, and Andra eased off in her struggle against him as she tried to help Willa. Troy stopped trying to sort out the tangle as he concentrated on the part that he had imbedded in Andra.
Her slim body was tense, and the taut muscles made action almost useless. He was imbedded in her, he could feel her heat and moistness, he could move his groin against hers in a circular motion, but he was incapable of intercourse. At least, he was incapable of intercourse as he had known it. It was strange to be contained in her and be denied the motion that he needed to release his stored-up passion.
Andra began to raise up, and he let her come almost to a sitting position. He held her there, and she started to sway from side to side in an agony of having to seek motion without knowing the proper one to take. He gained a tiny bit of leg room each time she swayed, and then he started a back-and-forth labor that could only have been measured in fractions of an inch. He kept at it until she became conscious of what he was trying to do, and then she dropped onto the blanket in surrender.
"Go ahead, then, goddamn you! I can't stop you forever. Willa, you didn't tell me it would be like animals! Oh God, Troy, do something to me, please! I'm going crazy trying to get off like this. This is like torture. Can't you get me off?"
There was one more tremor of protest within her, and then she relaxed and started to cry. Troy felt the tense muscles give a little, and the tight grip on his member was released. There was still little room to spare in the smallness of her passage, but he could now instigate a small back-and-forth motion. Andra felt the rubbing deep inside her, and she quit trying to squeal in delight at this unfamiliar sensation. Her hand neglected Willa, and her slim legs wrapped themselves around Troy's body so that his work on her was impeded again.
He cupped the slender cheeks of her bottom and began pulling and pushing at her. She came then with her breath whistling in her nostrils, and her body was a mindless thing that strained with every atom of her being for release. She dropped from him in a quivering heap, and shed new tears of joy. She remembered Willa, and her hand crept out shakily to take up where it had left off.
Troy also felt an obligation to Willa, and he very reluctantly broke the connection with the girl on the ground beneath him. Andra's eager fingers opened Willa's body and Andra's hand then inched Troy into the union. And Andra's fingers followed him into the union. Troy wondered how Willa's body could contain both of them.
Willa, too, was stirred by this dual invasion of her body, and she arched upward in a quick orgasm that was immediately followed by another and another. Her chain-linked releases came in such rapid succession that her body rebelled at the flood of emotion and she fainted. Troy would have used her unconscious form to finish himself off, but Andra protested.
"Me again, please? She's out like a light. She can't feel a thing, but I can. It won't hurt her, and she's all right. I did this to her once before with an electric massager. I could never experience a multiple orgasm. Please, Troy?"
He left Willa's prone form, and Andra met him with a searching and hungry body. This time she didn't hinder his entrance, and he took his time. Her moist tissues let him in in little lurches, and her breath came and went in little gasps of sheer ecstasy. Her slim body was wiry and eager to receive him, and she showed him how fast she could learn. He held himself on knees and elbows while she did all the work. Her pelvic bone beat at him in a mad frenzy as she searched for a speedy release.
Then he couldn't hold back any longer, and she joined him as he spurted forth his offering to the god of sex. She shook with spent fury at the violence of her orgasm. He petted her a long while, and then his fondling hands found her small breasts.
The nipples he fingered were tiny and rockhard. He bent slowly and took one firm point into his mouth, to lick it tenderly with his tongue. She murmured sleepily under his careful ministration, and he kept playing with her breasts until he realized that she had dropped off to sleep. Her regular breathing reminded him that he, too, was dead tired. Too much sex and not enough sleep made a boy too dull to play with.
He donned his pants and made a quick check to see that his sentry was alert. He found Jay and Claire stark naked in a grunting tangle, and he left them to enjoy themselves while he made sure that the fire presented no immediate danger.
He retrieved his blanket, built up the warming fire, and then stretched out on the hard ground to sleep. There was a smug smile on his face as he drifted off to dream of girls.