Chapter 2

Jane was soaping her body with great bubbling globs sliding slowly down her body, outlining her shape magnificently. She scrubbed soap into her hair, her eyes squeezed shut and soon had a great mass of soap making her hair thick and slippery. A sound, the sound of someone moving, made her open her eyes and say, "Oh!" as soap stung in her eyes. She had just time to glimpse a figure standing looking at her!

"Ah, you got soap in your eyes," a voice said.

The stinging of the soap was too much for Jane to answer. It was a woman's voice and Jane could only sputter a laugh. Never before had anyone come into her bathroom while she was bathing and it was a new experience to her that came right on top of her having discovered Maria Ramon in all her lewdness. She bent over and rubbed hard at her eyes, finally managing to say, "I'm sorry, you startled me."

The woman laughed. "You're the new teacher, ain't you?"

Jane could only nod her head. The thick shampoo she had lathered on her hair was oozing down over her face and she hopped under the shower on one foot then on the other, squealing as the soap seemed to seep between her tightly shut eyes.

The woman was older, maybe thirty-five, with short cropped blonde hair and a tomboy kind of good looks and she took in Jane's lovely lithe body all wet and glistening with water and suds sliding down her firm, well-formed thighs. The woman's mouth opened and her eyes became wet looking as she watched Jane's firm, sensuous young breasts shake and quiver as her buttocks squirmed and a streak of white bubbly soap slid down the small of her back and then slipped, like mercury, into the deep crevice between her wetly glistening buttocks.

"Here," she said, snapping out of her reverie and hastily taking off her robe, revealing a good figure of her own. A little heavy but firm for a woman of her age. Her small firm breasts gave an illusion of youth and boyishness. She stood naked, looking at Jane's body once more before saying, "That's no way to get soap out of your eyes. You've got to rinse them. Bent over that way, all you're doing is getting more in your eyes. Stand up."

Something in the woman's voice, a warmth, an intimacy, made Jane obey and she straightened as the woman took in her breasts with a hungry look that narrowed her eyes and made her lips twitch. "Tilt your head back," she said, stepping back, her hands on her hips, checking the length of the stalls to see if anyone else had come in. Then, her head snapped back and she stepped closer, water spraying on her body in a fine mist, the nipples of her breasts tightening and becoming pointed. "That's it!" she said.

Her hands stroking her thighs, she watched Jane spread her legs, standing straddled and leaning back so that the overhead shower sprayed directly into her face. Her rib cage stuck out and lifted her full, globular breasts high and brazen as the woman stepped closer, her eyes half closed and her face set. Jane's pelvic bones jutted provocatively as she thrust her hips forward, unknowingly, toward the woman whose hands were held out toward Jane's groin.

The woman licked her lips and put her hands behind her as Jane straightened and blinked one eye. "You getting it?" she asked.

"I... I think so. I feel so stupid!"

The woman laughed. "Happens all the time. You haven't gotten it all out yet. I can see some in your other eye."

"Rats!" Jane said, rubbing her face.

"Lean back again," the woman said, stepping forward, "Here, let me help you." The woman put her hands around Jane's waist.

Jane blinked at the woman, stiffening a bit at her touch. The woman seemed pleasant and smiling. "Hi," she said, "It's about time we got introduced. My name's Rachel Cain. You met my husband, Ned Cain? He's a foreman over on the Hawkin's farm and he runs this camp. Your name is Jane something or other."

"Simpson," Jane said. "Nice to meet you, Rachel, even if I can't see you too well."

"Well, we sure will take care of that, honey, just you lean back and relax. You got Rachel here to hold you."

Jane smiled timidly, looking through one bleary eye with the other squeezed tightly shut. She seemed like such a good woman, one of the common people, the backbone of the country. Simple country folk. Hard working people who were used to a rough life and helping one another. Rachel was good looking with the kind of windblown, sun-blasted, wide-open face of a mid-western woman. She was probably used to ordering people around. She remembered her husband as a big man in western clothes with a silver buckle on his belt and a tanned face under a straw cowboy's hat and hard blue eyes. Simple hard working folk.

"Come on, honey, just you lean way back," Rachel said, stepping closer and spreading her legs for balance and gripping Jane tighter around her slim waist. It seemed as if Rachel's strong arms could fit all the way around her and join hands.

Jane smiled and said, "Okay." She leaned back and raised her hands to rub her eyes. The water poured into her face and she felt Rachel's grip around her waist tighten.

"Lean way back, now. Don't worry, I can hold you."

Jane leaned back with a smile on her lips and felt her thighs press against Rachel's. She was surprised by the firmness of her body as then-hips were pressed together. She felt Rachel's grip shifting on the small of her back, Rachel seizing her wrist with the other hand and making a fist, and then pulling Jane closer.

"Oh!" Jane said. It was only a small sound, one of wonder rather than surprise. She felt Rachel's firm body against hers. Their groins were pushed together and was it her imagination or was Rachel crushing her pubic hair into her loins? The hot water showering down on both of them, soaking their bodies, lulling Jane and making her think - for no reason at all - of the night when Bob had her bent helplessly back over the arm of the couch and... it felt so good!

"I... I think I'm fine now."

"No, not yet, you still got some in your eyebrows and a whole lot in your hair."

"I can see."

"Jane honey, you stand up and that pretty long hair of yours will flop in your eyes and you'll be in it all over again. Ain't you ever washed your hair in camp showers before?" Rachel gripped her tighter in the hollow of her back, right above her glistening buttocks that were so taut and rounded.

"N-no," Jane said. Rachel was bending her further backwards, bending her knees and pressing her thighs and hips tight together. Especially the hips! Did Rachel realize what she was doing? The way Jane's legs were spread, her vaginal lips were spread slightly and she could feel the other woman's pubic hair tickling up and down the length of it.

"You a city girl?"

Jane nodded. She didn't want to talk. Rachel was just a good soul who probably put in a hard day's work and wasn't used to formality. Simple direct country manners. All she was doing, Jane told herself, was lending a helping hand. Yet, did she have to do it this way?

Jane raised her arms further and shook her wet hair while her breasts jiggled and shook provocatively in front of Rachel's hungry gaze. Rachel closed her eyes, her mouth open, and fought for control before saying, "Not yet. Here, let me show you, here's the way we do it in a camp shower. Just you relax and trust old Rachel."

; Jane tried her best to relax as she felt Rachel forcing her body to swing to the right. Her hands flew out and she blindly tried to grab Rachel for balance, her one hand seizing her breast and then flying away.

Rachel laughed. "Just you relax like I said, I'm just going to swing you back and forth under the shower, that's all."

Again, Jane tried to relax, her arms falling back as she let Rachel swing her body and head back and forth under the shower. It felt so good and like being high in a tree and feeling the wind blowing the branches in a sleepy rhythm. She enjoyed the sensation and the feeling it made in the pit of her stomach. Her stomach! A warm lubricated feeling was flowing into her groin, filling her hips with pleasant tingling as she felt Rachel's pubic hair rubbing hard against her open vagina, making the soft membraned walls of her cunt tremble with a strange delight. And, with a catch of her breath, she realized that the tiny nub of her clitoris was free and being ground into Rachel's somewhat coarse pubic hair and the sensation was electrifying and... good. It was very good and growing better with each swing back and forth. Again, she found herself wondering if it was her imagination or was the camp boss's wife thrusting her own groin forward, grinding their hips tight together and causing her helplessly to thrill to the feeling now throbbing in her cunt as Rachel's voice crooned over and over, "Thatta girl, that's right, nice and easy, just relax and let your body go limp and keep your head back. That's it, nice and easy, thatta girl, nice and easy we go."

Outside, the camp was still. No, there were shadows moving along one building. Soon, figures emerged. Young boys, no older than sixteen. One boy walked boldly toward the showers, the obvious and natural leader of the group. Just turned sixteen, he was slightly taller than the rest and had a freckled face and blonde hair and a little confident smile that made everyone remark that he looked just like his Dad, John Capp, the county sheriff. Stevie Capp led his friends on their nightly ramble. They usually met in an arroyo outside the camp and waited for dark, smoking marijuana they got from a hippy commune nearby and made plans for the coming evening.

This particular night, none of them, including Stevie, had any money, so that cancelled a trip ten miles down the highway to the local whorehouse. It was a strictly cash operation and Stevie knew he couldn't throw a scare into them through proclaiming he was the sheriffs son because his old man, John, got paid handsomely each month for ignoring the operation. Besides, the bouncer there was a hard-nosed ex-fighter who didn't like Stevie ever since the night he had poured beer all over his head.

After they had finished smoking their marijuana, passing a joint back and forth, it looked like it was going to be a dull night unless they took the trip all the way up into the mountains to the hippy commune, like they did last weekend, and gang bang one of the girls up there who got stoned on Christ-knows-what and were willing to do anything. But the commune was a long drive on dirt roads and really a weekend thing. Finally, they decided to sneak around the camp and see what they could find. They hit pay dirt at the admissions office, taking turns watching old Maria get her ass fucked off by Tom Haines. Tom was another tough one who didn't like Stevie. In fact, few people liked Stevie, feeling he was a smart-aleck kid too big and brazen for his britches who got away with murder because his old man was the county sheriff. Had his father been anyone else, Stevie would have been in juvenile hall long ago. John usually grinned when he heard about Stevie's exploits and smoothed everything over, explaining Stevie away by saying, "He's just sowing his wild oats, that's all. Always been a wild kid and never had no mother to raise him." It was true, Stevie's mother had died when he was an infant and John raised him and maintained law and order in his bailiwick at the same time.

All of which had little to do with Tom Haines who was fucking Maria with all his might. The boys took turns, looking through the window at naked Maria with her legs jerking wildly in the air as Tom fucked away for dear life.

After they were through and Tom hauled himself to his feet to stagger away, the boys ducked and resumed their wanderings, staying in the shadows, slipping up to dark windows to peek in, their eyes glazed by the pot and their minds horny from what they had seen.

It was Stevie who led them along the back of the women's shower, pausing where he knew each stall was and listening for the sound of water. Finally, at one stall, his grin tightened on his handsome hard face. Someone was taking a shower.

Motioning to his companions to be quiet and pointing at the wall, he took his switchblade knife from his pocket. It snapped open instantly, gleaming dully in the moonlight and making a faint oiled click. With the point, he pried loose a burred knot in a plank; a knot or whorl they had painstakingly carved out months before.

The knot in his hand, he brutally pushed away his eager companions and, squinting one eye, he stooped to see who was taking a shower. The scene that greeted his eye made his mouth fall open and a jerk of hardness leap into his cock.

There was Rachel Cain, naked! Old Ned Cain's wife stark naked and hanging onto another woman! He had been right, he had known it all along. He had Rachel Cain fixed for a dyke and he was right! He crouched, tense, eager to see everything. To hell with the other guys, this was something he had heard about but never seen! This was going to be one hot show!

His pot-stunned mind took in the scene he saw through the knothole. Rachel had some girl with a fantastic build (Jesus, he had never seen a build like that one, not even on Betty, the highest priced whore at the whorehouse) and had her bent over so that her head fell back and her big round tits glistened wetly with the nipples taut and shaped like bullets. And they were rubbing their cunts together. At least Rachel was, with a savage grin on her face. Rachel was pumping those heavy strong hips back and forth in an obscene motion that made his prick jump erect in his pants! Rachel, if she had a cock, would be fucking this girl now. She was holding on around the incredibly slim waist of the girl and pumping her hips forward in a lewd way, smiling with delight as she looked down at the girl's breasts and licked her lips.

And the girl seemed to be enjoying it, relaxed, her head back, her long wet hair hanging almost to the floor, her arms limp at her sides. Only her legs and thighs showed signs of strain as she thrust them against Rachel's spread thighs. The expression on her face as she swung in and out of the water was one of pure bliss.

"Here." At the sound of Rachel's voice, he almost jumped. He was less than three feet from them. "There's some soap on your body, let me get it off."

He crouched closer to the board, practically flat against it as if he wanted to push his way through it. There wasn't the slightest trace of soap on the wet body of the girl yet Rachel was running one free hand all over her body. Rachel had shifted, bending her own knees, forcing the girl to bend even further back where she hung helpless in the crook of Rachel's arm while her free hand caressed her shoulders and then, with Stevie breathing fast and hard and his prick swelling so much it hurt, he saw Rachel put her hand on one of those big beautiful breasts and squeeze it.

He almost whooped for joy. The old bitch was actually making this chick, this stranger, right here in the camp shower! He batted away his friends who were trying to see, and watched, his mouth open and dry.

Rachel was squeezing that breast and massaging it, pretending to wash off nonexistent soap while the girl hung limp. He wasn't sure, but he thought he heard a little groan of pleasure come from the girl's lips above the sound of the splashing water.

Rachel was using her fingers to pretend to clean the nipple of her breast now and the nipple swelled and became even more pointed. Finally satisfied, Rachel moved on to the next breast, cleaning it slowly and sensuously, stroking it and using her fingers to pinch the nipple. And all the time her hips were pumping back and forth lewdly.

Jane felt transported. It was weird, something was wrong, all wrong, yet it all felt so good, so very, very good! Vaguely, dreamily, she told herself that she had had a long hard day and she was tired and needed a shower and she was out in the country with the working class now and they helped one another like this. And it felt so good! God, she was getting so excited and, despite herself, she wanted this interlude to go on a little longer. She knew, or rather guessed, that her body was clean of any soap long ago. Still, it felt so good to be held and swung back and forth like this. And the other woman's hands on her body, stroking, massaging, arousing deep pleasure feelings inside of her. It was nice to have someone be nice to her body, someone like Rachel. There couldn't be anything wrong with it.

Rachel's hand was caressing her taut stomach now and it felt so good, making her body tingle all over. Each nerve seemed so delightfully and deliciously alive! Jane was feeling pleasantly drowsy and wished she could he down somewhere and let Rachel just massage her all over until she went to sleep.

Stevie had his face flat up against the board now with his eye practically bulging through the knothole. He was breathing heavily out of the corner of his mouth as he watched.

Rachel stopped caressing Jane and straightened her up, saying, "There, now it's all off. Feel better?"

Jane stood up and the blood ran from her head and she put her hands up, blinking, lurching against Rachel who took her in her arms and kissed her on the cheek.

"Oh, I'm so dizzy!"

"Poor kid, not used to this heat yet?" Rachel kissed her on the shoulder and neck, holding her so close that their naked wet breasts crushed together.

"I don't know. I just feel so good and so relaxed. Thank you, Rachel."

"You liked that, huh?"

"It felt so good. It felt great. Thank you so much."

Rachel's eyes narrowed thoughtfully, not releasing Jane from her embrace even though Jane made a half-hearted attempt to back off. "You didn't pull into camp until late afternoon. How far did you travel to get here?"

Jane let her head fall back drowsily as she felt Rachel kissing her neck and shoulders in an open-mouthed wet way. It felt so nice and... funny. It was funny, but she could feel a thrill rippling deep down between her legs. "I... I don't know." She tried to focus her sleepy thoughts. "I traveled all day." She yawned. "Only stopped for gas and restrooms."

"You poor kid," Rachel said in warm sympathy. "You're beat. You're dead on your feet. Here, we can't have you all tired out. Just let Rachel take charge and I'll have you tucked in a warm bed in no time. Ned is out on the spread for the night and I'm all alone."

"I... I've got a bed in my camper," Jane said, her eyes almost completely closed.

"Let me finish soaping you up and I'll walk you home. Here, let me scrub your back."

Rachel released her, turning her around and Jane felt her vigorously lathering her back. "Ohhhhhh, that feels good!" she sighed.

"Like that, huh?" Rachel said with a lewd, unseen grin.

"Ohhhh, that's good. It's been a long while since anybody has scrubbed my back."

"It sure is a pretty back. Matter of fact, you're a beautiful girl. Has anybody told you that?" Rachel had a good lather worked up and set the bar aside and began swirling the soap all over Jane's back, watching it run like a rivulet down into the deep crevice between her buttocks. Her hands swooped lower and lower, her fingers touching the firm, rounded cheeks that were so inviting and tempting before her eyes.

"No," Jane answered dreamily, "Not since I left Boston and Bill. He's my fiance."

Rachel's breath was coming faster now. The sight and feel of the young teacher's breathtaking body was too much for her. She was wildly aroused and her desire was to force this little society bitch down on the shower-floor and have her right there, have her until she went out of her mind and begged for it, the way Rachel used to do when she had first married Ned Cain. "You've got a nice body, a lovely body," Rachel said, surprising even herself, her soapy hands slipping under Jane's arms and swooping up, cupping her breasts and massaging them while she pressed her groin against Jane's relaxed buttocks, catching her by surprise and pressing her pubic hair tightly between the softly yielding cheeks.

"Hey," Jane said, aroused out of her reverie by Rachel's passion, "Be careful."

Immediately, Rachel stepped back. She could easily overpower Jane at that moment, and for a fleeting second, the idea of grabbing that exciting body and forcing her to do things she never dreamed of doing with another woman, was very tempting. It would be great to just once let out all her sexual aggression and not give a damn. She licked her lips and said, "I thought you was gonna fall. Look at you," she said, changing the subject and becoming very tender. "Just look at you. Now listen, I won't take no for an answer. Ned is out all night tending smudge pots or something. This time of the year, it's always something. I'm alone and we got a nice snug bed in a guest den."

Jane heaved a sigh, a big sigh. A slight frown came over her smooth brow. Her body was tired, relaxed, yet she felt very awake, like some kind of energy was flowing through her; an energy that flared excitingly whenever Rachel touched her. Vaguely, she felt it would be better to go back to the trailer. "Thanks awfully," she said in her best finishing school manner, "Perhaps another time."

Rachel looked at her cool chiseled face that was so poised and regal and she wanted to teach her a lesson. Bring this proud bitch to the point of humility. If ever anyone asked for it, it was Jane Simpson with her polished words. "Look at your hair. You got a hair dryer in that camper of yours?"

"A dryer? No, I don't. I don't have any current to run one with."

"Well, I have. So you just come right on over and get that pretty hair of yours dried."

"I'd love to, but I'm really so very tired."

Rachel wasn't about to give up. She wanted this girl, had made up her mind that she was going to have her. The little rich bitch drove her out of her mind and she liked it. This was a prize worth doing anything for and Rachel found herself thinking faster than she ever had before. "Couple hours from now, it's going to get colder than a witch's bed, honey, and with that head of wet hair, you're going to catch your death of cold."

"I'll wrap a towel around it," Jane said as she dried herself and put on her robe, pulling the belt tight around her slim waist.

Rachel put on her thick terry cloth robe and stood looking at Jane with her hands on her hips, cocking her head to one side. One last ruse. "Say, what's the matter with me? I got leprosy or something? I'm not good enough? My home isn't good enough? Or is it you city folk. I heard tell you don't even know who your neighbor is. I hear that when folks get friendly, you think they're crazy. That true?"

Jane looked at Rachel with open eyes, seeing her standing there, looking hurt. My God, she thought, what am I doing? Fresh on the job and already I'm creating a bad impression. I've got to gain their confidence if I'm to succeed. She smiled winningly at Rachel. "No, it isn't that at all."

"Then what is it?" Rachel asked, taking the initiative, "Now I don't know how long you've been sleeping in that camper but you can't tell me you wouldn't want all the comforts of a clean bed, a dryer, and your own bathroom for one night and believe me, honey, it's something else."

"No, honest-"

"I ain't askin' you to move in," Rachel went on, "I only offered a little Midwestern hospitality, that's all. Wait 'til you see the kids gathering like little wolves around my kitchen door when I set my mind to bakin' pies. It'd be criminal of me not to invite them all in for a piece of pie and a glass of milk."

Jane laughed and said, "I'm very sorry, I'm so tired I wasn't thinking straight. I'd be delighted and flattered to spend the night at your house."

Rachel put her arm around her and squeezed her tight as they walked. "Ned says I'm too friendly with everybody. Maybe so, I say, I can't help it, it's what you married, big man." They giggled as they walked together across the dark yard and up toward Rachel's house that sat away from the cabins and barracks.

Stevie and his friends had leapt away from the knothole when Jane and Rachel left the showers, carefully replacing the whorl of wood and then running, Stevie leading the way back to the creek. There they crouched in the dark in a tight circle as Stevie, in an excited whisper, began telling them in detail exactly what went on in the shower. He described the women's bodies in detail and surprised himself with an almost total recall of everything said. His friends huddled around him, passing a marijuana cigarette around, listening to his every word.

"Hot damn!"

"Hot damn? Hot pants, man."

"Yeah, only they didn't have no pants on. Hot cunts. Right, Stevie?"

"Ha, I knew Mrs. Cain kinda leaned that way. My sister says she's always putting her hands on her and invitin' her in for a back rub."

"Who's the other one? Who is she, Stevie?"

Stevie took a drag on the cigarette, held his breath while they all waited, then exhaled in a gush and said, "Don't know. Never saw her before. Stranger." He smiled around at his friends. "But I'm sure gonna see more of her. Let's get up to the Cain's place and watch us a show."