Chapter 14
The week was one of comparable famine for Adam, a letdown after all the sexual activity with the young girls during his first few days at Bradbury school. Still, there were a few compensations along the way. Fanny wouldn't let him into her, but she allowed his finger many intimacies which he thoroughly enjoyed. Pepita declared herself off-limits until her mother relaxed her vigil. Tracy, the ex-mystery girl, did not reappear during that time. And good old Mitzi showed up just once, during the middle of the week, when they had a midnight quickie that left both of them panting for more.
Adam might have forced the issue with some of them, but Miss Henshaw's suspicions were slowly being allayed, and he didn't want to screw things up. Too bad, too, because he genuinely enjoyed this variety of teenage sex. He'd even hoped that some of the other girls would come around. He was sure he'd get into Christine's pants eventually. And Gabrielle seemed to be dying to put her tongue, lips, and mouth on his genitals. He had a suspicion that even Plain Jane could be drawn out of her shell, given the proper bait.
April reminded him about his promise to come visit them on the weekend. She even brought a further suggestion from her mother. They owned a small cottage on the nearby Bradbury Lake. Why didn't Adam come there on Saturday, spend the day swimming, fishing and so on, then stay over until Sunday for more of same?
Why not indeed? Adam eagerly accepted. At the very least, it would mean being near April. More, it would enable him to see her in a bathing suit. If he were very lucky, more might happen.
And I'm going to try my damnedest to be lucky, he decided.
The week sped by. On Saturday afternoon, Adam packed some underwear and changes of clothes, made sure his bathing suit was there, and drove out to the lake. Following April's instructions, he had no difficulty in finding the place, tucked at the edge of the lake. A scattering of other camps could be seen through the trees.
As he parked, April and Eileen came out to greet him. Adam gulped. From a distance both girls were indescribably lovely, dressed as they were in skimpy bikinis. The mother, Eileen was obviously proud of her slim, youthful figure, and was happy to show it off. Adam was happy to see it. He was happier to see April dressed similarly, with her young breasts barely contained in the slim covering. He feasted his eyes on her rounded, dimpled belly, then shot his eyes below to the loins with the merest strip of cloth over them.
Adam realized if something sexual didn't happen, this could be a hell of a frustrating weekend.
"Have any trouble finding the place?" Eileen asked him.
"Not a bit. Your lovely daughter gives very good directions."
April laughed. "One of my few attributes."
But not your best one, Adam thought, watching the young girl's twitching buttocks as she turned and walked ahead of them into the camp. You've got the nicest ass I've seen all day.
Eileen linked her arm in his and walked with him into the cottage. "We're very informal here, as you can see. Why don't you get into your swimming trunks?"
The cottage was compact but efficient. There was a bathroom complete with tub, shower, and toilet; a kitchen supplied with butane gas; a large living room with a fireplace; and three small bedrooms.
"You can change in there," Eileen told him, indicating one room. "You can sleep there tonight, too."
Adam wondered which of the other two bedrooms April would occupy, but of course he knew better than to ask. He went into the room and closed the door behind him. It was a cozy enough little room, with a bed big enough for sleeping or for sex, a floor lamp, a dresser. He unpacked, put away his things in the drawers. Then he pulled on his swimsuit, tight jockey-types that showed off the bulge of his penis. That swimsuit with its telltale bulge had done him good service on previous occasions. If nothing else, it got girls to thinking about it, and what lay underneath, and what delights were possible with what lay underneath the thin, easily removable cloth.
When he emerged from the bedroom, Eileen's eyes widened.
"I-uh-haven't worn this suit for some time," he apologized.
"It-it looks fine," the woman said.
She was having trouble keeping her eyes off the bulge in front.
April turned to look. Was it his imagination, or did her eyes glitter at the sight of him?
"You look like Tarzan," the young girl said, adding, "and I mean that as a compliment, Mr. Fawkes."
Me Tarzan, you Jane, Adam thought. Tarzan want fuck Jane.
He grinned at the thought. "As long as we're not at school, why don't you call me Adam?"
"All right-Adam." She said his name as though she were tasting it on her tongue.
Eileen pouted. "Hey, does that include me?"
Adam saw a spark of jealousy ignite in the mother's face, and he knew he had to be very careful. A mother's suspicion could really screw things up for him.
"You more than anyone else."
Impulsively, he pulled her close to him and pecked her on the cheek. It was a brief, whimsical maneuver, yet her cheeks grew red, though it was obvious from the look on her face she enjoyed the contact and the attention. At the same time Adam was aware her firm breasts were heaving heavily, that her thigh was pressing close against the front of him.
He released her and pulled away. "I'm dying for a swim. Anyone like to join me?"
"I'm game," April said.
Eileen hesitated. "Me, too."
They went out on the enclosed front porch, walked down wooden steps to a dock anchored at the shoreline. A rowboat was attached by a rope to one side of the wooden dock. Both girls had grabbed swim caps from the cabin, and they proceeded to stuff their hair into them. Adam was amazed at how closely mother and daughter resembled each other. It was only up close that the telltale signs of age showed on the face and body of Eileen.
Both girls plunged into the water, and Adam followed. The chill water took his breath away and numbed his body. He surfaced gasping, then dove under again, eyes open. The water was clear, and he could see fish scurrying about among the drifting seaweed. Adam swam along the bottom for a few seconds, looking around. Then he saw Eileen and April, their bikini-clad bodies flashing in the shimmering sunlight; both girls were good swimmers. He swam toward them and surfaced as they did.
They were laughing, gasping, thrashing about, throwing water. Eileen said, "I'm going to sun myself for awhile." She looked expectantly at Adam. "How about you, Adam?"
"I think I'll swim for awhile longer," he said. "I haven't done this for ages."
"I'll race you," April taunted.
"I've got a better idea," Adam said as they treaded water. "Let's play tag."
She reached out to touch him. "Okay, you're it!"
Then she swam away, with Adam in hot pursuit. He was almost up to her when she dove underwater. He followed, swimming as fast as he could. He'd always been a good swimmer, but the sight of the bikini-clad teenager spurred him on. If he could catch her underwater--
He caught up to her, caught her ankle in his hand. She tried to shove him off, but he held on obstinately, pulled himself over to her and grabbed her waist. She was a breath-taking mermaid. He held her close to his body while she squirmed, trying to get out of his grasp. The contact of her body was very stimulating, and he held her even more firmly. Suddenly, he noticed the friction of their rubbing bodies had worked her halter loose, leaving her breasts naked.
With renewed determination, Adam clutched her, exulting in the feel of her soft breasts, her hardening nipples against his naked chest. He wrapped his legs around her thighs, intertwining them so that any motion she made with her legs would cause her young female body to massage his crotch.
Adam wished it could last forever, but they had to surface for air. He released her and watched for a few seconds as she swam to the surface, adjusting the top part of her bikini as she rose. Then he turned and swam upward to a spot other than the one where she would appear to her mother sunning on the dock.
When he surfaced, he saw April swimming rapidly to the dock. Would she tell her mother what had happened under the water? He had a story ready, just in case. They'd been playing tag, hadn't they? Any accidental rubbing was just that-accidental during the course of the game.
He swam back toward shore and pulled himself up onto the dock. Eileen rose to her elbows to smile at him. April, in back of her, dripping wet, the brief suit clinging to her curves, outlining her nipples, her pubic mound, was shaking her hair out of the bathing cap. Adam gave the young girl a shrug and an I'm-sorry-it-was-an-accident look of apology, but she merely giggled and shook her head to indicate he shouldn't let on to her mother.
Well that was something. If I can rub my chest against her breasts, Adam thought, without her getting upset, what else can I do? Maybe I can fuck her by accident, tool
"So how'd you make out?" Eileen wanted to know.
Adam started, wondering if her statement were a double entendre, but the woman's face seemed innocent of any such double meanings.
"I caught her," he said, "but she got away."
"Maybe you should chase older girls," Eileen suggested. "You might catch them"
"I might give it a try," he said, grinning at her.
The truth was, she wouldn't be a bad lay at all. Her body and face were youthful, full of female vitality. It was obvious, too, that she liked him, undoubtedly thought of him as husband material.
Well, I'll let her think that, if it means I can stay around April. I may even fuck the old woman. That wouldn't be a fate worse than death-and it would fill in the gaps between Mitzi, Fanny, Tracy and Pepita.
"I'm getting hungry," April declared.
"Me, too," Adam chimed in, adding mentally, For your luscious body, sweet April. I'd like to eat you up, nipples, snatch and everything!
A cold wind came in over the lake, chilling them. They went inside and dressed more warmly. Adam was sorry to see the two female bodies-almost naked-become covered by blouses and tight slacks, but he consoled himself with the knowledge that there would be tomorrow.
Inside the cottage, he built a wood fire in the fireplace while April and her mother busied themselves in the kitchen making coffee, sandwiches, and salad. Adam felt truly famished, and he ate hungrily. On Saturday evenings, dances were held in a nearby lake-front pavilion. Nothing elaborate, very informal, dancing to a record player, with booze and soft drinks served for cottage owners and their guests.
It was either that or a game of Monopoly, and Adam was quick to choose the dance. It would give him a chance to hold April in his arms.
There were about thirty people at the pavilion, many of them youngsters. Before she was spirited away by a husky teenager, Adam danced with April. He held her very close when her mother couldn't see them, and he was pleased to note she didn't protest when he rubbed his loins up against her leg. He could feel her breasts move against him as she breathed and he recalled how wonderfully excited he'd become when they'd been rubbing nakedly against him underwater. His penis began throbbing hopefully, getting stiff as he thought of it, arousing him anew.
Then she was gone, replaced by her look-alike mother Eileen. The mother was in a very romantic mood. She rested her cheek on Adam's shoulder and pressed in so close to him, he could feel the warmth of her flesh and detect the slightest movement of her body. To Adam who was already worked up sexually, the sensation was very pleasant.
He began to have few doubts about what her reaction would be if he got up in the middle of the night and sneaked into her bedroom.
Another intriguing thought occurred to him. Suppose he "accidentally" got into the wrong room. In the dark, he could easily mistake April for her mother. If he could get the young girl just a little bit drunk so she'd fall fast asleep, then sexual contact would be easy. She probably wouldn't sleep right through it, but he could claim it had been a mistake, another "accident" on his part. She'd probably be too embarrassed to tell her mother what had happened; she might not tell the older woman for another reason: so as not to scare away potential husband material for her mother.
It was an extremely risky plan that could go wrong any number of places along the line. Nevertheless, the possibility continued to intrigue Adam. He dwelled on the notion and came up with the first step in his plan.
April was drinking a glass of ginger ale filled with ice, which she set down on a window ledge whenever she and one of the boys danced. Adam excused himself from Eileen to get them some drinks for them. He ordered a ginger ale and vodka for himself, and on the way back, took a circuitous route around the dancers and, along the way, switched glasses with April.
"What are you grinning about?" Eileen asked him when he returned.
"About how happy I am," he said, hugging her.
His answer pleased her, and she impulsively raised herself on her toes to kiss him full on the mouth.
"I'm very happy, too, Adam," she said.
She was making it very obvious. Adam was flattered, but the sudden possessiveness began to annoy him. Nevertheless, because it was in his best interests, he returned her kiss with enthusiasm.
He switched drinks with April one more time during the course of the evening, and she didn't seem to notice. She was too busy dancing, laughing, having herself a time. After awhile, she complained that she was feeling dizzy and was very tired, so the three of them returned to the cottage.
Adam noticed which bedroom April staggered into-the one farthest from his own. When both girls assured him that he couldn't do anything to help, that what they all needed was some sleep, Adam said goodnight and went into his assigned bedroom, closing the door securely behind him. He undressed, listening to the murmur of the girls talking. One thing was quite certain: he was tired. The students at the school had given him a lot of workouts, and the swim today had drained him of any excess energy he'd ever had. He got into his pajamas, turned out the lights.
He dozed.
He hadn't intended to sleep, but sleep came just the same. He awakened in the darkness and sat up in surprise, forgetting for the moment where he was. Then he remembered and glanced at the luminous dial of his wristwatch. It was one-thirty. He felt annoyed with the realization that he might've slept all the way through until morning, forsaking the golden opportunity that was knocking loud and clear for his advantage.
He lay on the bed, unmoving, for several minutes, listening to sounds in and around the house. A soft wind blew among the trees, rustling leaves. The house creaked. No other sounds came.
Stealthily, he lifted the covers from him, threw them aside, swung his legs over the side of the bed, sat up. It was an old cottage, and he had to be careful lest any boards creaked their warning and awakened Eileen or April. He rose and moved silently across the room, twisted the doorknob quietly, eased the door open. Then he slipped into the living room.
So far, so good. Adam tiptoed across the rug, taking special care as he walked past the bedroom next to him. The farthest one was his target; he headed directly for it, not hesitating, took a deep breath, and gripped the knob of the closed door. It stuck and for a moment he was afraid April had bolted it. She hadn't, though, but it scraped inward with a sound that seemed to Adam like a gunshot in the quiet night.
He paused, hardly daring to breathe, but apparently the sudden sound had gone unnoticed. He peered into the dark room. With his eyes already accustomed to the darkness, he could see the outlines of a girl lying on her side on the bed, the bedclothes covering her sleeping form, her dark hair splayed out on the white pillow.
Adam looked back at his own bedroom. Was it worth the risk, he wondered. April would surely awaken when he made love to her. Suppose, instead of accepting it, she decided to scream and call rape? It could ruin him. He thought of her breasts rubbing against his chest that afternoon and of how casually she'd taken it. No, he was certain she'd take his lovemaking as an interesting experience. Besides, as he thought of her lovely body, he knew he had to see it once more.
That's it. I'll just go in and take a look at it.
Before he could change his mind, he entered the room quickly and shut the door behind him. He paused with his back at the door, listening. He could hear April's breathing. She was deep in sleep. Thus encouraged, he tiptoed across the room and looked down at her, wishing he could see her face more clearly. What he could see of it was incredibly lovely. His gaze drifted below her face, to the rising and falling bosom. He took the covers and eased them down off her body. She was wearing a short nightgown that was pulled up to her navel, and Adam stared in fascination at the smooth, curved legs, the expanse of milk-white belly, the triangle of pubic hair covering the slit between her legs. He reached down and lifted the nightgown about her neck. Her perfect, rounded breasts loomed into sight.
Adam's mouth watered. His fingers itched. He couldn't stop now that he was so close. He had to touch her, to kiss her. He bent over her, let his lips caress her nipples. The girl moved restlessly; he could see her teeth flash in a smile. But she did not awaken. Adam kissed her nipples and the slopes of her breasts again, and with his free hand he stroked the area between her legs. The legs widened so he had more room.
Damn! Adam thought wonderingly. I'll bet she isn't a virgin at all. Probably one of those punk teenagers got into her cunt. '
Adam felt a pang of jealousy, even though he realized it would make entry into her that much easier if the way had been paved for him. Certainly he was in the mood. He reached down to discover that his own penis was up good and stiff. All he had to do was lie on top of her, stick it up between her legs, and she would be trapped. There'd be nothing she could do about it.
A small portion of his mind realized the dangers, but most of his conscious thoughts were lost in a whirlwind of increasing sexual desire dominating his mind and body with an insistence that could not be denied. like a man in a trance, Adam rose only long enough to pull off his pajamas. Then he got onto the bed, kneeling between the girl's legs. He stretched himself out over her, supporting himself with one hand while he took his distended penis and moved it into position against the lips of her vagina. With his fingers he spread the lips and eased the tip of his penis into her. Tremors of passion shook his body, and with a soft wild cry he thrust into her swiftly, going all the way to the hilt, then let his full weight descend upon her.
He'd done it automatically, without thinking, and the sudden entry, plus the weight on her, forced her eyes open. It had been a foolhardy thing to do, but there was no turning back now. Adam had to play the game the best he could.
As she opened her mouth to speak, he said, "Shh. We don't want to wake up April."
"But
He covered her mouth with his own, cutting off her words of protest. His tongue danced into her mouth, whirled there. Meanwhile, his hands roamed over her breasts massaging and pinching them, twirling the nipples between his fingers until they grew swollen. And all the while, he moved his penis expertly in and out of her, in and out with movements designed to give her pleasure as much as him.
When he removed his lips from hers, she was gasping and unable to speak. He took the opportunity to whisper, "Eileen, darling, I've wanted you like this from the first moment I saw you. But we must be careful we don't wake up your beautiful daughter."
Adam was pleased to see she didn't protest that she was the beautiful daughter and that he'd gotten into the wrong room. He'd been correct in his assumption that she was no virgin, and now she seemed to be enjoying the feel of his penis moving up into her.
"Oh, Adam," she moaned, and threw her arms around him passionately.
She kissed him with fervor, plunging her own tongue into his mouth. Her nails clawed his back as she pulled him close and raked her breasts across his naked chest. She clamped her legs tightly behind his back and rocked back and forth. With each inward motion against her, she countered by bumping and grinding into him, letting out tiny squeals of delight each time.
Adam had expected, or at least hoped, that once he'd gotten into her she'd enjoy it enough to cooperate; but her attitude completely surprised, overwhelmed, and pleased him beyond his fondest dreams.
She's like a sexual animal-a wild, beautiful animal that loves to be fucked!
She rocked back and forth beneath his thrusting body, corkscrewing her hips. "Oh Adam," she breathed into his ear. "Come on, screw me!"
The words seemed strange coming from a lovely sweet, innocent-appearing teenager, but that made it all the sexier to him. He pulled his penis out almost all the way, then rammed it home with as much force as he could muster. He did it with a steady rhythm, forcing the breath from her lungs with each lunge he made into her. Adam was having the time of his life. He'd never enjoyed sex more than now, with the sweet young girl beneath him, accepting each plunge of his penis into her vagina. What pleased him most was her utter acceptance of it all. It meant that he needn't pretend in the future, that she'd undoubtedly be more than willing to join his stable of regulars at Bradbury.
It was a beautiful thought, and it inspired him to pump with enthusiasm. He kept on, but from time to time he slowed his pace, wanting it to last. He'd waited so long for this moment, he didn't want it to be over for awhile.
He ran his fingers through her dark hair, kissed her warmly on the lips. As he moved slowly in and out of her, his hands felt again her tender young breasts. His hands moved down to her twisting buttocks, which he grasped in both hands and pulled closer to his own plunging loins.
Suddenly she began gasping more ferociously, and he knew that orgasm for her was very close. He felt her vaginal muscles alternately expand and contract, gripping his stiff penis, releasing it, gripping it again. He felt the answering surge of his own swollen flesh within her, and he knew he couldn't hold back any longer. He had to go as surely as she did.
He increased the thrust of his strokes as she whimpered and shuddered from head to toe and clutched him to her trembling body. He shoved harder into her, with such force the bed shook beneath them. She began crying out, not in pain or anguish, but in the excruciating sexual pleasure that was tearing and ripping her body. He felt his own coming from somewhere deep inside him, building slowly but surely like a giant tidal wave that would not stop. He gripped the girl's hips so tightly in his hands she winced. His body straightened between her legs. His penis swelled inside her, spasmed, shot streams of hot semen deep into her vagina.
And the bed collapsed with a crash that could awaken the dead! They were caught!
Footsteps sounded from the other bedroom. A door opened. More footsteps frantically outside the door. The bedroom door shot open. A hand scrabbled for the light switch.
There was no escape, Adam realized. He was trapped, his penis still inside the girl beneath him. He could only tell his story of being in the wrong room and hope the mother believed him.
The lights flashed on, blinding him for a moment. He blinked, adjusting his eyes to the light, but for another moment he couldn't believe what he saw.
April was standing, open mouthed, aghast, in the doorway staring at them.
"Mother, what is it? What happened?"
Adam looked down at the girl underneath him.-It was Eileen, whom he'd mistaken in the dark for young April. The irony was that he'd actually gotten into the wrong bedroom. The girls had apparently switched bedrooms after he'd gone to his own room.
Eileen smiled and hugged Adam to her. "Don't be alarmed, April," she said. "I do believe that Adam Fawkes and I have just gotten engaged!"