Chapter 1
Tina was in the room next door with Pat Emory and Jean Loras. Ernie Harper didn't know how such an odd arrangement came about but it was real crazy a nymph, an emancipated chick in rebellion against everything, and a blushing virgin. What a combination!
He found out later that it had been Jean's idea. She'd asked Tina if she could join Pat and her because David Wofford was in the adjoining room, along with Ernie and Tom Jack Murray. It seemed quite-likely to Ernie that Jean Loras might get her shy eyes opened before the weekend was over, but he didn't care.
David and Jean weren't exactly live ones, but Ernie didn't own the damned motel and if David wanted to take his cringing flower into the deal, well, that was Old Dave's worry. As long as Ernie had anything to say about it, things would get a little bit orgiastic before Labor Day came and went.
The motel's twelve units were in a row. The place was high on black, creosoted pilings on the second line of buildings. A fishing pier and a restaurant were between it and the ocean, but getting to the surf meant only a short walk across the asphalt street, over a flattened dune and down a short slope of sand. It wasn't the choicest place on the beach, it had to do because the motel owners in the more settled section of the beach, near the pavilion and the amusement park, told Ernie emphatically that his group was not welcome. Seems that old Tom Jack had done too much damage the year before and the group had left too many tracks, beer cans, empty booze bottles, drinks spilled on furniture and rugs, incrimination under the beds and on the beach. That nut, Tina Franklin, left a pair of her briefs hanging on the wrought-iron railing along the front of the motel and some clever joker kept score on them, making tote marks with lipstick.
Tina was out of her skull. Ernie wasn't exactly sure why he was paired with her again this year. Last time he'd been new at the university, having enrolled there in the fall quarter after being kicked out of college in Texas. He'd thought himself lucky to have located a willing piece like Tina in time for the Labor Day orgy. After the first night at the beach with her, he wasn't so sure. Then she started branching out and he found something else and it turned out fairly well. He figured it would shake down the same way this year. Old Tina would tire of him rather quickly, go scouting and leave him to play the field. There was quite a field to play. Out of thirty-six students who made the trip to Lundy Beach for the Labor Day weekend, twenty-four of them were chicks. That, Ernie thought, was the mark of genius, lining up a predominance of girls.
Ernie Harper was twenty-four. Since the age of eighteen, when his father sent him off to the University of Texas, he'd been in and out of five schools. When he first went to Texas, he was looking forward to a degree in Petroleum Engineering, mostly because that was what his father wanted. He did well for a while, until he discovered that he wasn't at all interested in Petroleum Engineering. He wasn't too interested in anything except booze and bodies. After he got kicked out of Texas he tried a general field of study at Baylor. At his third school, a much smaller, less famous college, he found that a guy could work toward a degree in the Fine Arts without too much sweat. He became an artist. It made for a good pose. Being an artist went well with his appearance. He tended toward Levi's and loafers and he looked good in them. His blond hair was cut close and he had smiling gray eyes and a face always on the verge of a grin. There was a completely disarming air of innocence about him which helped with the girls. He was five-eleven, slim and he just didn't care. That was the main thing about him. Nothing ever seemed too important. Hell, his old man wouldn't live forever and then he wouldn't have to be an artist or anything. He'd just be rich and then he could go off to South America or somewhere where people were crazy and he'd have a ball.
Tom Jack finished carrying in the beer. It had been bought up the road because the blood suckers on Lundy Beach wanted a buck and a half a six pack for non-premium beer and that was highway robbery. David Wofford volunteered to go across the street to the fishing pier for ice. Ernie sent T.J. with him to help carry the ice. When they were gone, Ernie knocked on the door between the adjoining rooms. He grinned when Tina peeked through a crack.
"Just checking," Ernie said, his gray eyes looking knowingly into Tina's blue ones. "Everyone settled and happy?"
"You can't come in." Tina made a face. "Jean is changing into her bathing suit."
Ernie motioned her into his room.
"Miss Priss thinks this door should be locked," Tina said.
"Cool it," Ernie told her. "Things will shake down."
Tina was a small girl. She had dark, short hair which turned under before it touched her shoulders. Her eyes were very blue and were large and attractively made up. She talked with a smile, built in, and her upper lip pulled down over her teeth in a very sexy way. Her mouth was full, daringly red, made for kissing. She knew it. Her body was firm and young and long legged for her height.
"Come help me with the ignorant oil." Ernie led the way to the stack of beer cases. He lifted a case, placed it in the bathroom. The plan was to ice the beer in the bathtub. Tina kneeled on the floor. Her tight skirt slid up to show good knees. She fascinated the hell out of Ernie. She was a real case, he knew, a real nut. To put it bluntly, she was an easy lay.
He stopped putting beer into the tub and just watched her. When she reached down to pick up a can in each hand her hair fell around her face and he could see the upper curve of her breasts as he looked down the neck of her blouse. That small, lush body moved in a very womanly way and he felt it coming. She did that to him. There was something about her which was so damned stimulating that she could turn him on just by walking along a sidewalk on the campus a hundred feet away. She turned him on in spite of the fact that love with Tina was a singular disappointment. Not that she didn't work at it. She was a tiger, but she didn't make it. She'd moan and strain and then, after he'd held back until it hurt, she wouldn't make it and he'd feel as if it were his fault.
"Hey, Teen," he sighed, his insides growing warm as he watched her, saw the bulge of her breasts, saw her strong knees and the beginning large curve of thigh. That was all it took to turn her on. She came into his arms with a soft sigh as if she'd been waiting for him to do something. Her mouth was open and ready and she tasted good. Her lips were warm and wet and her tongue was there from the first second and her body was trembling.
She wore a imagine lipstick which wouldn't smear, and she had a way of nibbling on his neck which really sent him. She did it when she was eager, primed and cocked. She was doing it now, chewing on his neck like a little rabbit while her breath gasped in and out and was hot on his skin.
"Whoa, Teen," he whispered. Tom Jack and David would be back with the ice at any minute.
"Ernie, Ernie, Ernie," she chanted, her hand oozing down his stomach to find his lap.
"T.J. and Dave are coming with the ice," he told her.
"I don't care," she whispered hotly.
His hand went to her full breast and she inhaled sharply. They were kneeling on the floor by the bathtub. She put her arms around his neck and tried to pull him onto the floor.
"Teen, we can't," he said, as she found the zipper and her hand was fire and ice, reaching, finding.
"We can hear them coming," she said.
He stood up. It wasn't that he didn't want her. He wanted her. She had a way of making him into a sex machine with just a touch, a look. She turned him on even though he knew that the end of it would leave her panting against him, not accusing him really, but wanting more than he could give her, more than any man could give her. She was sick.
He helped her to her feet and she melted into his arms. Her whole body was trembling. She acted as if she were going to eat him, hot mouth covering his, tongue searching. She pulled him over so that she was leaning against the wall beside the open door. He pushed against her, savoring the rotation of her hips, feeling himself pushing into the softness of her stomach.
What the hell? If T.J. and Dave came back they couldn't see into the bath from the front door. From where he stood he could look around the door frame and see out the front windows. When they started back across the road he could see them in plenty of time.
She read his thoughts, felt his eagerness in his tense body. She pushed him away for a moment, raised her skirt high, dropped her panties and kicked one foot out of them leaving the white flimsiness hanging on her other foot. Her womanhood was surrounded by a dark triangle of hair and there was a loving little roundness to the tautness of her stomach. She clasped her hand around him, enclosed him in warmth. She lifted herself with her other arm around his neck. He bent his knees and she inserted him skillfully and put her weight on him, clinging to him, moaning sensuously. He pushed and was deep in secret softness and she was moving with wonderful skill and heat and he knew that the added tension of standing in his strained position would build the mountain too quickly for him.
Sure enough, her lush body, the straining lunges, the gliding bliss of the strokes of love took ll him completely, put the last, high peak on the mountain and he was pumping his release into her as she moaned, "No, no," and kissed him hungrily and moved her hips to feel his throbbings.
He wasn't watching the road. He wasn't watching anything with his eyes closed feeling all the goodness of her. He heard the front door open, heard Tom Jack's raucous laugh and jerked away from her. Her skirt fell into place and he zipped himself quickly. He knelt on the floor and started putting beer into the tub. Footsteps came across the motel room and Tina was still leaning against the wall, her skirt in place, her white panties hanging on one foot. He jerked the panties away and stuffed them into his pocket just as Tom Jack yelled a greeting and appeared in the bathroom door.
"What kept you?" Ernie asked, wanting to keep Tom Jack's attention away from Tina, who had pushed herself away from the wall and was looking down at Ernie with half-lidded eyes.
"Had a cool one while we were over there," Tom Jack said loudly.
David Wofford, as tall as Big Tom but not a third as broad, looked over Tom Jack's shoulder from behind black rimmed glasses. "Ice we got," he said. "Two thousand pounds of it."
"Dump it in the tub," Ernie said. "Let's start preparing for action."
"I'll go see how the girls are coming along," Tina said, her voice slightly unsteady.
"Hi Tina," David said cheerfully, still looking around Tom Jack. "I didn't know you were in there."
"She was holding Ernie's hand," Tom Jack said, laughing obscenely.
Ernie frowned. He knew and everyone knew that he would be sleeping with Tina all through the weekend, but he considered love a private thing.
Tina squeezed past the two men in the doorway and Ernie heard the door between the two rooms open and close. He laughed at David, who had to strain to lift a fifty-pound bag of crushed ice over the tub. But he was thinking of Tina, wondering what it was which drove her to the things she did. She'd have to sneak into the bathroom and change into her bathing suit without the other girls seeing her or else she'd have them wondering about the lack of panties.
Well, hell, he told himself, old Teen doesn't care. She's probably pretty adept at that sort of thing by now.