Chapter 7
I can't go back there, Sheila thought, shaking her head. She stood outside Tammy's place for a long time dying to go in but afraid she would turn her away after the way she had left.
She was too proud to beg for help but she had no place to go. In her bag she had about thirty dollars. It wasn't much but it was enough to split with.
It was getting late. The sky was completely black and the stars had come peeping out one by one until they were spread across the sky like a blanket.
Sheila looked up wistfully at them. Under the street lamp her face was streaked with the tracks of her tears as she looked up and wished she had that starry blanket to pull up over her.
Then slowly she headed for the dormitory. It was always easy to find a place to crash there. That night she ended up sleeping in one of the lounges, the faded fiberglass curtains blowing in her face in the breeze.
Stiff and very tired she got up in the morning and started toward the highway. It was about two miles to the interstate and she got a lift with a commuting student who talked her ear off about school.
"You mean you don't know where you're going?" he asked incredulously after he had stopped talking long enough to ask her where she was headed. She shook her head and he shook his head in disbelief.
She thanked him as she got out on the highway and he drove away muttering to himself. She stood in the bright summer morning, the sun shining hot on the top of her head.
It was good just to stand there with her thumb out and feel the wind blow through her hair. She had it down loose and the breeze riffled through it blowing the curls up in the air.
Finally she got a lift from a couple of guys in a van. They both had beards and were headed south. She took their ride and their grass gratefully and they talked about all sorts of things, none of them about themselves.
"Yeah," one of them said, taking a long puff off the joint and blowing the smoke out the window. "That's how you can tell my kind of people. The ones who come in here and start rapping about what they do, what a drag!"
"We have been driving cross-country for a couple months now so we've met a lot of cats. We don't just pick up freaks. We pick up everybody!" He emphasized the last word by raising his voice and making a sweeping gesture with his arm which took in the entire horizon.
"Anyway, like I said, the ones who come on and start asking what we do and how come we're driving and blah blah blah are such a down!
"Who the fuck cares what you're doing. I mean, not ultimately. People like yourself who just get in and rap, they're the ones I like.
"It's like a big joke what everyone is hustling. So everyone has to do it. So what? That doesn't mean it's important to talk about all the time. It certainly don't mean that's who you are!"
He pointed his finger a little belligerently at Sheila and she backed up on the floor of the van reflexively. But he laughed and apologized for-coming on so strong.
"It's okay, really," he said. "If you feel like rapping about what you want to be when you grow up and all that shit, go right ahead. Feel free." He laughed again at himself.
Taking slowly off the joints which seemed to roll like a waterfall out of the glove compartment, she found herself telling them about wanting to be a doctor.
They were amazed and impressed. They listened as she told them how she had always wanted to be a doctor but that everyone she told it to thought she was crazy.
"My parents think I ought to be a teacher," she said bitterly. "That's the highest aspiration they can think of me having."
"Most of the people I hang out with think I'm crazy for wanting to be a doctor because it takes so much time and so much school. They think I'm out of my mind!" She giggled, "I guess maybe I am."
She rode with them all day, rapping about being a doctor and what happened with Bob. They shook their heads sadly when she told them how she had discovered him in bed with another woman.
"Guys can be such shits sometimes," the tall black-haired guy driving said. "I don't know why people make each other so miserable. I guess maybe that's why we're out here driving around. I just couldn't hack all the shit that was coming down between me and my old lady. So I split. Jack left for the same reason."
The short redhead behind the wheel turned and smiled sadly at her. Then he shrugged as if to say that even that was all right.
Heading south, the sun arched over the roof of the bus and down to the right as the afternoon waned. They drove deep into the rolling farmlands and lake country.
The air had an electric sweet taste to it even in the car. Carlos, the tall black-haired boy sitting next to the driver had his head all the way out the window, his long hair streaming in the wind stream.
Passing cars full of people who had the windows rolled up and stared straight ahead, they laughed, glad to be alive. Buses, trucks and vans were like beetles all over the road but they felt like a stone rolling right through the middle of them all.
By the time it was getting late in the afternoon, all three of them were ravenously hungry. Sometime in the afternoon they had wordlessly decided that Sheila should travel with them. So they all three looked for a place to camp.
But both sides of the highway were lined with stands and gas stations. In the long open stretches there were neat farms fenced with posts and barbed wire, sporting "No Trespassing" signs.
"The last time we tried camping on a farmer's land we ended up in jail," Jack said, turning from the wheel for a second. "Never again."
Finally they found a state park and pulled the van in. It was a lovely, peaceful place, dotted with a few lakes and large enough to hide even the most outrageous of people.
They parked the van in a parking lot and pulled the camping gear out of the back. They had tents and sleeping bags. They loaded up and feeling high and wonderful, started off onto a marked trail.
They hurried along the path almost running for it as it was getting dark. The path led up and down small ridges and finally veered to the left and down into a broad valley. There they found a swift-flowing stream and decided to camp by it for the night.
The stand of second growth timber which covered the park grew piney and thick. There were thickets and clumps of vine-covered maple trees around their camp site.
Glacial stones, left thousands of years ago and still scarred by the scouring blankets of ice were scattered around.
They built a fire in the center of the tiny clearing and and set up the tent to one side. The brook was about ten yards away, down a steep little incline, behind a tangle of vines and brush.
By the time it began to get dark in earnest they had the fire going and were cooking dinner. Jack and Sheila scoured the surrounding woods for some wood for the fire.
Carlos cooked rice and vegetables over the fire. In the cool fire light the food tasted wonderful. Smoky and hot they shoveled it in, famished from not having eaten all day.
Then after dinner Carlos rolled some more joints and they smoked around the fire. It was black in the forest by the time they had passed the first joint all the way around and smoked it down to a roach.
The clean cold air and the grass combined to make Sheila feel very high. When she passed the little butt to Carlos their fingers lingered on each other's and he smiled hazily at her.
Lighting the next one, the tall black-haired boy came over and sat next to her. She could see in the clear flickering light of the fire how young he was, not more than seventeen.
He toked deep on the joint and held it to her lips in his fingers. She sucked the grass smoke deep in, feeling the pressure of his long dark fingers on her lips.
Longer than any of the other drags, longer than she had ever held it in before, she kept it in her lungs. The woods grew very still and strangely silent. The fire seemed to paint orange slow brush strokes of color onto the leaves.
Longer and longer she held it in until she felt almost as if she didn't have to breathe any more. Carlos looked at her, his face up close and his eyes bugging out in imitation of the way she looked. It was too much and she let out a huge giggle, letting the smoke out in a rush.
"Fuck you," she laughed, falling against him, her head spinning so she couldn't hold it straight. "I was going to hold it in forever and never come up."
He laughed and pulled her to him, crushing his lips on hers. His wet, vibrant kiss made her melt inside. It pressed onto her perfect and full and their lips joined passionately.
She flashed her tongue into his mouth and he nipped at it, then sucked it hard into his mouth. As if it were a cock he sucked on it nibbling and running his tongue around it.
Harder and softer he pulled and sucked until she felt as if she were going to come in her mouth. Their teeth clashed and they ran their hands through each other's hair hungrily.
Pulling and stroking at her loose shirt he felt her breasts move underneath like mountains and she shivered not just from the cold.
Her full breasts, taut-nippled in the cool air felt luscious and he opened her shirt and shoved his hand inside. Her loose shirt hung open and he rubbed up and down her belly until she was moaning with pleasure.
Her hands were dug into his sides and up and down her back as she gave him room to feel her tits swinging free and sensuously in his grasp. Every time he did that thing with his fingers pinching on her tits, she shivered and bit his lips.
Harder and harder they kissed until they fell backward off the stone and tumbled into the soft pad of leaves behind. Rolling over on top of him she propped herself up on her arms and he pulled her work shirt off.
She bent and opened his jeans, feeling the heavy silver belt buckle cold in her hands. Jack spread the sleeping bag by the fire and opened it up all the way.
Sheila pulled his pants off and then his underpants. He sat and untied his heavy boots to get his jeans off and she nibbled at his neck as he worked.
Throwing the boots off and stripping his pants he leaned back and kissed her sensuously. Licking and sucking at his mouth, she pulled off his opened shirt and he was beautiful and naked in the fire light.
Her hands caressed him all over and he moaned hoarsely. Yanking off her shirt he fondled her breasts.
The fire was warm on her back as she knelt against his hard penis and stroked it. Rubbing her big breasts on his breasts on his chest she made him shiver, his ass cold in the frigid air.
Then she felt Jack rubbing her shoulder sensuously and she turned over her shoulder and saw him naked also, his red beard and hair glimmering in the campfire light.
Jack reached around in front of her and opened her pants. He ran his hand inside and she dug her nails into Carlos in excitement.
It felt so nice to have them naked on both sides of her. Caressing and stroking they turned her on so much that she was wet between the legs as Jack pulled her pants down.
"You feel nice and warm," he said, rubbing his hard thick cock against her ass. She tensed and caught the tip between her buttocks. He shoved hard in her ass crack.
She bent, the grass making every movement a dance of lust. Each twist of her thighs and strain of her belly muscles felt as if it were connected to the very center of her soul.
She could feel everything. Her pants down around her knees were rough as Jack pressed his penis up against her ass. In and out of the space between her cheeks he jammed his prick and she felt the flaring tip of his cock rub the come-wet skin back and forth.
He massaged her back deep and sensuously. Against her bones he crushed each one of her muscles and she felt herself loosening slowly and easily.
Deeper and deeper he rubbed and put his tongue against her back to rub. Stroking with his wet thing he felt her backbone, each bone separate and distinct beneath her skin.
He pushed her over on all fours and reached around under her to cup her breasts. Carlos in front of her backed up and then slid under her arms, his hard prick flopping against her.
Crushing her hanging breasts in each hand, Jack pressed himself against her bent-over ass and slammed his cock against her slit dog-style.
Her hole, wet and open, took his slamming cock all the way to the hilt in one tight, searing stroke. She gasped and clawed at Carlos beneath her. She went down on his penis taking it wet into her mouth and chewing her teeth up and down it, the edges sending Carlos into moans of pleasure.
Faster and faster Jack sawed in and out of Sheila from behind. She went up and down on Carlos' cock as he moaned beneath.
The three of them twisted in the cool night air. Feeling nothing but the intense back-swaying of the grass in their bodies, they all gathered speed in the same rhythm.
Faster and faster she went down on Carlos, her hands pulling at his testicles making him gasp in agony. Jack's hips pushed against her, his cock aching with come and she fell hard on top of Carlos, Jack still jammed up her vagina from behind.
Carlos reached under her and pulled her hard clitoris, finding the tip of it and pressing it against her pubic bone as Jack sawed in and out of her. It was delicious to feel his hand there as Jack's cock whipped her to a wet froth.
In and out the redhead stroked, his hand on her hips holding her tight. Pinned between them her whole body feasted on the delight of the feeling of flesh on flesh. Each instant was sweet ecstasy. Her body dissolved and reformed over and over again. She loved every second of the hot fucking.
Harder Jack pushed his hands into her flesh and pulled her ass apart as he stroked home. Faster and faster he poked until he began to quiver, his knees trembling against the back of her thighs.
I can't believe how good this feels, Sheila thought to herself and then she thought about nothing. She only wiggled her ass with Jack coming on one side up her vagina and Carlos underneath pressing her lips and clit against his slamming cock.
She sucked on his cock, ready to devour it. She could feel the pulse of his come in his balls as she held them heavy in her hand.
Squeezing the hard muscles behind his scrotum and in front of his ass-hole she made him squirm with agonized delight. Her voice hummed deep in her throat full of sweet satisfaction and fulfillment.
She was so horny and the flesh sandwich in which she was the meat was more appetizing than anything she had had in a long time.
Harder Jack pushed, his long strokes coming even and strong until she could feel him shiver and move spasmodically with his fingers.
Faster and faster, completely out of control and at the mercy of his cock and balls burning with aching lust, he plunged into her until he came, bursting hot and creamy. She gnawed savagely on Carlos' prick as Jack came shooting up her cunt.
Faster and faster she twisted her ass around until she was moving her whole body like a dervish. Every part of her shook as she panted and lapped Carlos until his tortured cock burst sweet up into her.
She drank his come greedily, oblivious to anything on the crest of her orgasm but a sucking, hungry craving for more.
She rolled off Carlos and lay panting on the opened sleeping bag. Jack slipped off her pants from around her knees and licked her belly, tasting his own come.
In the cool air, Carlos' prick was soon hard again and he pulled her on top of him pushing it up between her legs. She spread her cunt lips around his member and pushed him inch by inch inside. He teased her, withdrawing every little bit and making her coax him with her whole body to push it in further.
He held her nipples in his fingertips, her breasts supported in his cupped hands and her belly hot and wet against his.
She had never felt so close to anyone' body before. It was as if they were fused together from the belly down. Each of his movements she echoed automatically until she was pumping and stroking faster without knowing it.
Her cries trailed off, lost in the woods as Carlos stroked deep into her vagina and Jack slipped down on top of her, his wet cock making a tiny wet path over her buttocks.
Then he spit on his hands and rubbed it on his penis, wetting it still more. Lying full on her back as she rolled on top of Carlos, Jack skewered his cock down into her ass-hole, hard and tight.
She screamed in pain and lust. The tight hot feeling in her middle seared her open and she bent Carlos' cock around in her love hole to offer Jack a better path.
Twisting, stuffed full of their cocks, she wiggled her ass around coming in sweet waves which rippled through her belly and down her thighs where they were wrapped around their legs.
Like three snakes they writhed on the ground by the fire, the two men pounding into her and then coming hot and full up her holes. Deeper and deeper they stroked with each white spasm until she was moaning and coming beyond her wildest dreams.
Like waterfalls, the waves of electric pleasure spread over her tits and her middle heaved and gyrated, ripping their pricks in and out of her until all three were totally spent and come-covered.
The next three days they spent camping the hills and lakes in the park. It was an idyll of fresh water, trees and fornicating in the hills like wild animals.
They tramped the hills and watched the hawks flying high in the sky. The three days the sun burned in the azure sky as if it were a golden jewel.
The fresh air and the sparse diet made the highs from the grass and lovemaking exalted. In the fire light they danced naked, he three of them rubbing their strong young bodies against each other and tasting the delicious fruits of sensual pleasure.