Telling the little girl that she'd go to ask Pat about the mountain lions, Roxanne had slipped out of the cabin and gone for a little walk down to the lake. In the stillness and solitude of the mountain night, she'd smoked three cigarettes in a row, realizing that they might well be her last for many months. She'd had no intention of disturbing the counselor for such a silly matter, knowing that the frightened child would believe whatever she told her when she returned, but a faint sound she'd heard in the still air had roused her curiosity and brought her to Pat and June's cabin.
The sound Roxanne thought she'd heard was a low groan of sexual pleasure. Even at the age of sixteen, the girl was experienced enough in life to know that the cry she'd heard had not been one of pain or fear. There was a certain tremor to the voice when it broke out in sexual excitement, and Roxanne had recognized it instantly.
Creeping up to the counselor's cabin, she peered carefully through the windows until she found one with the curtains parted just slightly enough for her to see what was going on inside the room. The light was dim and at first she couldn't tell what was happening, but as the sounds of more groans and the soft whisper of voices filtered through the cabin walls to her, she realized that the two girls inside were having sex with one another. The knowledge had sent a shiver of tension and excitement shooting into Roxanne's belly with such force that it was almost painful.
Her hand slipped down between her legs and started to finger her young cunt through her pajamas as she watched the two older girls making love on June's bed. It wasn't the first time Roxanne had watched two girls having sex. At the private school she attended, such things happened almost nightly. She had often watched an orgy of teenage female flesh tumble and tangle together atop a bed, and more times than not she had been in the middle of the pile herself. Still, watching the two counselors through the window, she felt herself tingling with a sexual need that grew stronger with each second she crouched outside the cabin.
As she listened to the wet, slurping, smacking noises Pat was making with her mouth as she burrowed her face further and further into June's spread thighs, Roxanne had to control the urge to rush to the cabin door, burst through it, and demand to be made part of the sexual fun. She was smart enough to know there would be little the two older girls could do to refuse her, having been caught in the act and faced with the threat of being exposed to Mrs. Marchant, but Roxanne was also shrewd enough to realize there were better ways of using the information she was now armed with to get what she wanted.
She had been attracted to Pat Fulton from the moment she'd called her name and said she was to be part of her group for the summer. Pat was very much the physical type of young woman that Roxanne had always found herself most drawn to, and she wanted her desperately. She had brazenly displayed herself for the older girl in the shower room, wanting to see if there were any possibility that her sexual feelings might be returned. She had suspected there was, from the guilty look on Pat's face when Roxanne had caught her staring at herself and Mimsy Colberg, but until she'd seen through the cabin window with her own eyes that her hopes were justified, Roxanne just couldn't be sure.
"Now," she thought hungrily, as she watched Pat's head bob up and down between June's legs, "what do I do to get her like that? God," she thought with a sigh, "how I wish she was doing it to me! She looks like she really knows how to use her tongue, all right! If only she'd stick it up my hole!"
Her fingers pressed harder against her moistened young cunt through the thin pajamas and felt the pulsing need rippling through her. It wouldn't be satisfaction enough, she knew, to finger herself off while she watched the two older girls making love. She wanted to be part of it. To feel what they were feeling; to taste what Pat was tasting; to give herself to the older girls arid take from each of them in equal measure. She wanted to make love with another girl, as she had almost every night while she was away at school.
The prospect of spending a summer of complete abstinence from lesbian love had been a frightening one to Roxanne, and it was the reason why she'd behaved so badly on her arrival at the camp. She'd half-hoped that either the counselors or one of the owners would decide she wasn't worth the trouble and send her back home, where at least there were two or three girls in the neighborhood who were willing to have fun with her in bed. But now that she knew Pat Fulton was a lesbian and had caught her in the act with June, there was no reason to leave the camp. In fact, she told herself, with the prospect of making love to Pat, there was every reason to stay.
"But how," she wondered as she lay in her bunk and listened to the night sounds outside the cabin, "am I going to get through this night? I know I'll get her sooner or later, but I need her now." Ever since she had crept away from the counselor's cabin, having watched Pat lick June off to a climax and then see that no further sex was going to happen between them, Roxanne's body had been at a feverish pitch of unsatisfied excitement.
Rolling onto her side to face the wall, so none of the other girls sleeping in bunks near hers would be able to see, she slipped her hand down into the trousers of her pajamas and touched her fingers against the furry softness of her cunt. Her legs twitched violently in response to the touch, as though she had put a live wire of electricity against herself. Slowly and carefully, she began to work her fingers up and down against the juicy outer slit. She felt her cunt lips trembling with each touch and starting to expand as though in open willingness for the invasion of another girl's warm tongue or fingers.
"Sorry," she thought in frustration, as she wriggled her fingertips between the outer flaps of flesh surrounding her cunt and up into the hole itself, "but this is the best I can do tonight, it seems."
Closing her eyes, she began to move her fingers in and out of her young quim. She was so tense with excitement that the soft fur surrounding her hole was almost dripping wet from the excretions of love juice. Her hand moved easily and effortlessly back and forth, nudging her fingers deeper and deeper into herself with each stroke. She could almost imagine that it was Pat doing it to her, and that made the feeling all the more intense.
"Pat," she thought. "Pat… Pat… Pat." In her mind she saw the counselor's stern face break into a welcoming smile as she reached out her hand for Roxanne's cunt and replaced her fingers with her own. She jumped suddenly, as though the actual physical transference of hand to hand had taken place.
"Let me do it for you, honey," she imagined Pat murmuring. "I'm older than you are and more experienced. I know how to do it to you so it really feels good."
"Yes!" Roxanne whispered under her breath. "Do it to me, Pat! Do whatever you want; I'm yours!"
She moaned softly as her hand began to pick up the rhythm, increasing the friction of the fingers rubbing in and out of her hole. Imagining that it was Pat doing it to her, she let her body surrender itself completely to the sensation. Her thighs closed around her own hand, trapping the fingers in her cunt, and began to rock slowly back and forth to make the sensation even more intense.
"It's good!" she whispered. "So good, Pat! I love how you finger-fuck my cunt! I want to do it to you, too, some day…"
"Roxanne?"
The actual sound of another voice close by her bed startled the girl so badly that her heart skipped a beat and she almost choked as she gulped down a hard lump in her throat. Pulling her hand quickly out of her pajamas, she whirled around in the bed and confronted Mimsy Colberg.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" she hissed angrily. "Are you trying to give me a heart attack, sneaking up on me like that?"
Even in the dim light of the cabin, she could see Mimsy's face color with embarrassment at the obscene word she'd spat at her. "I-I'm sorry, Roxanne," the girl whispered. "I didn't mean to startle you like that. Were you asleep?"