"Shit, no!" Roxanne growled. "I was just laying here doing some needlepoint with my eyes closed!"
"I'm – sorry," Mimsy apologized a second time. "I thought you might still be awake. I mean, I know you just came back from asking that girl's silly question and I thought…" Her voice trailed off into silence as she confronted Roxanne's harsh stare.
"What the hell do you want?"
Mimsy swallowed hard and lowered her eyes. "I guess I shouldn't have bothered you; I'm sorry."
As she turned to start away, Roxanne's hand reached out and caught her hard by the arm. "Now look, dammit," she snarled, "you just don't wake me up from a sound sleep and then walk away without telling me what you wanted!"
"It seems so foolish… now."
"What, for crissake?"
Mimsy's face started to turn red with embarrassment once again and she fussed with her hands for a long moment before answering. "I-I've got to go to the toilet," she whispered.
"And nobody's ever taught you how?" Roxanne cracked.
"No, I-I just wanted you to come with me, if you didn't mind."
The hardness of Roxanne's manner suddenly disappeared and she found herself staring into the pretty blonde girl's eyes with an unspoken question. "Why?" she asked aloud, wondering to herself, "Is it possible? Is she one, too?"
"Well," Mimsy explained nervously, "it's dark out there and I don't really know the way yet. I thought since you'd already been out…"
"That I'd take you by the hand and lead you to the john?" Roxanne smiled. It was an old gimmick, she thought, this business of asking another girl to go to the toilet with you. She'd used it herself a number of times at school, always with gratifying results. If it wasn't as original as she'd have expected from Mimsy, at least it put things in a little better light as far as getting through the night and, just possibly, the summer, too, was concerned.
After all, she thought, Mimsy was a cute kid. She didn't have much in the way of tits or a bush between her legs – certainly nowhere near what Roxanne's own body development was like – but there was something about her that was appealing. Maybe it was that little-girl innocence, which Roxanne now suspected was just a cover-up for a lust as great as her own. If Mimsy wasn't exactly her type, at least not in the way Pat Fulton was, smothering her mouth down into that furry little blonde cunt and having Mimsy do the same thing to her in reply was a far better prospect than the finger-job she'd been giving herself. At least it would be actual physical contact with another girl's body and not just a fantasy conjured by her mind.
"I'm sorry," Mimsy whispered, lowering her head in shame. "I guess I shouldn't have bothered you. I'll find the way by myself, the way I should have in the first place."
"It's okay," Roxanne said, squeezing her hand on the girl's arm. "I understand how you feel. I'm the same way."
"You – are?"
"Sure!" she laughed lightly. "You don't have to worry with me."
"I wouldn't have thought you'd be scared of anything, Roxanne," Mimsy told her.
"I'm not," she grinned. Letting go of Mimsy's arm for a moment, she pushed back the covers and got out of her bunk. "Come on," she said, pushing her feet into the slippers at the edge of the bed, "let's go before we wake up the whole cabin."
Taking Mimsy by the hand, she led the way out of the cabin and down the slight incline toward the lake where the outdoor toilets were located. As they walked, Roxanne applied a gentle pressure to Mimsy's hand and was relieved to feel an answering tightness.
"I was right!" she thought joyfully. "She does want it as bad as I do! What d'you know about that? Here I thought the summer was going to be a total waste, and I've found three dykes in the last half-hour alone! Who knows how many others are around this place?"
"Ohhhhhh!" Mimsy gave a sudden little cry of surprise and pain as her foot stumbled on a rock in the path and she pitched forward. She would have fallen flat on her face if Roxanne hadn't been holding fast to her hand. As it was, even with the other girl's arm giving her support, she fell hard onto her knees on the ground and cried, out with hurt.
"What's the matter?" Roxanne asked with concern, dropping to her knees alongside her new-found friend. "Did you cut yourself?"
"I'm not sure. It's so hard to see anything in the dark like this."
"Let me feel," Roxanne suggested. She put her hand lightly on Mimsy's knee and pressed her palm against the warm flesh. A little tingle of desire rippled through her as she felt the contact of skin to skin. "I don't feel any blood," she murmured. "I don't think you cut yourself when you fell."
"I hope not," Mimsy said worriedly. "It would be so hard to explain what we were doing out of the cabin at this time of night."
Roxanne's eyes darted up to stare into Mimsy's, finding further confirmation of her suspicions in the girl's last words. "Maybe you shouldn't wear shortie nightgowns like that," she suggested. "If you had on pajamas, like me, your legs wouldn't get cut or scraped if you fell in the dark."
"I didn't bring any pajamas with me."
"You could borrow a pair of mine, if you'd like."
"Oh, I couldn't," Mimsy protested.
"Why not? We're about the same size, aren't we? And I've got plenty of them in my locker." Then, as an idea flashed through her mind, she suggested, "Why don't you try these on and see if they fit? If they do, I'll give you a clean pair when we get back to the cabin."
"Oh, no. Thanks, but I couldn't."
"Why not? Come on; nobody else is around to see. Take off your nightie and I'll take off my pajamas so you can try them on."
Mimsy started to get up from the ground, shaking her head nervously. "I'll try them later," she protested. "Tomorrow, maybe."
"What's the matter?" Roxanne leered. "Are you afraid of doing it out here in the open, even though it's dark?"
Mimsy gulped hard as her eyes flashed up to meet the other girl's. "I – don't understand. Afraid of doing – what?"
"You know what!" Roxanne laughed, tightening her hold on the blonde's leg. "What you brought me outside to do in the first place! What we were going to do when we got to the toilets. It's better here; I know what outdoor johns smell like and it's not so nice."
"I-I think maybe we'd better get back to the cabin…"
"What's the matter, honey? Losing your nerve?"
"Let go of me!" Mimsy shrieked, as she felt Roxanne's hand starting to slide higher up on her leg. Underneath the shortie nightgown she was completely naked. Her thighs clenched together instinctively to shield the soft down of hair and the flesh of her cunt from Roxanne's groping fingers.
"Don't be nervous," Roxanne growled. "I told you already; I feel the same way. I want the same thing you do."
"You're – wrong!" Mimsy gulped. "I don't want you to do this. I didn't mean…"
"You just had to take a piss, huh?" Roxanne laughed mockingly.
"Yes!" Mimsy insisted.
"But you wanted me to go along with you so you'd be sure to find the hole, huh? Well," she spat, suddenly grabbing Mimsy's hand and thrusting it between the warm seat of her pajama legs, "here it is, honey. Here's the hole; now what're you going to do about it?"
"Don't!" the girl cried, fighting hard to break the hold of both Roxanne's hands on her body. "This is wrong! This is bad!"
"Oh, no it isn't! It's good! And you have no idea how good it's going to be!"
"I'm going to scream!" Mimsy warned. "I swear it, Roxanne! If you don't let go of me, I'm going to scream until someone comes to see what's wrong!"
"What is wrong?" Roxanne snarled. "Tell me? Huh? How come you changed your mind all of a sudden? Get cold feet about it, now that you've worked me up and got me hot? Or are you just one of those little bitches who likes to tease but doesn't deliver?"