"What's the matter?" Roxanne smiled, as she put on her blouse and quickly buttoned it up. "You look like something's wrong."
"I-I'd just hoped that – that you would…"
"Do the same thing to you that you just did to me?" the girl teased. "Yesssssss!"
Roxanne moved close to the bed and dropped her hand quickly between Pat's legs. Her fingers stroked up and down against her cunt through the shorts she was still wearing. "Would you like me to put my tongue up there and lick you out, too?" she murmured. "Oh, yes!"
"But we don't have time."
"It'll only take a minute…" Pat pleaded. "I'm so hot!"
"Really? Ready to burst, hmmmmmm?" Roxanne's fingers hurriedly opened the zipper on Pat's shorts and parted them enough to reveal the thick bush of black hair surrounding her twitching cunt. She dropped her head and nuzzled her wet mouth against the fleshy warmth.
"Oh, yes!" Pat cried. She felt a hot flash run through her whole body from the touch of the girl's mouth to her hole. Her hands reached down to press Roxanne's head lower, but the instant she touched the girl's head she pulled away with a little laugh. "What -?"
"You'll have to let your girlfriend finish the job tonight, Big Sister," she taunted. "I've got to run. I don't want any bad stories being spread around about me, you know."
"But…"
"Oh, don't look so upset!" she laughed, as she stopped at the door. "You'll get me to stick my tongue up there; don't worry. But you've got to coax me a little first." She slipped the bolt open and pulled back the door. "And just think, Big Sister, you've got all summer to coax me! All summer long!"
CHAPTER SIX
The ashtray alongside Pat Fulton's bed was slowly but surely turning into a mountain-high mound of half-smoked cigarette butts and discarded matches. No sooner had she crushed out one smoke than she was leaching for the pack to light another. She usually chain smoked when she was nervous or depressed or highly emotional about something. That night, after Roxanne's departure from the cabin, Pat felt a little of all three emotions, and her smoking habit became more and more restless as she waited for June to return.
The high state of nerves she felt that night came, too, from a raging sexual need inside her that had yet to be satisfied. She knew that if she'd masturbated while eating Roxanne's cunt, she wouldn't feel such a keen edge of frustration, but she had assumed the girl would return the favor after she'd finished. The last thing she'd expected was for the girl to walk out, leaving Pat's own body still hot with frustration. She still could have worked her fingers in and out of her hole until she had a climax, but that night she didn't want that particular brand of gratification. She got enough of it during the long winter months at school, when there were no other girls around to do the job for her. She craved physical contact. Mouth-loving from another girl was what she needed most, and the best prospect for giving her that was June Halstead.
Remembering how wonderful it had been the previous summer, when she and June made wild, uninhibited love to one another almost every night from right after turning the girls in until morning, made matters no better. It didn't seem fair to her that June should have changed so abruptly, with no advance warning. Looking forward to a summer of lovemaking, she found herself facing endless months of frustration head-on. Unless, that is, Roxanne proved to be more than just the little tease Pat suspected her to be.
"Everything for everyone else," she thought bitterly, "and nothing for me. Well, that's going to stop right now. I want something out of all this, too."
Even as the words went through her mind, she heard the knob turn on the cabin door and looked up to see June slipping inside.
"Oh, you're still awake," she said with a strange, almost bashful smile.
"Yeah, I'm still awake," Pat muttered. "Where've you been?"
"You know there were movies at the lodge tonight…"
"Yeah, I know. And I also know they ended more than an hour ago. Where've you been in the meantime?"
"What is this?" June laughed nervously. "An inquisition?"
"Sort of, yeah." Pat's eyes held her lover's in grim determination, demanding an answer.
As June began to strip off her clothes, she turned her back to Pat as though in embarrassment to be seen nude by her, for fear of where it might lead.
"Oh, well, you know how the girls get after they've had a little freedom and have been allowed to stay up late. It took me a long while to get them all settled down in their bunks."
"What did you have to do to get them quiet?" Pat cracked. "Or shouldn't I ask?"
"What do you mean by that?" June asked, whirling around with her blouse half-off and her eyes flashing with anger.
"You know what I mean. I guess you had to sing Mimsy Colberg to sleep, huh? So she won't have bad dreams about wicked old dykes grabbing her in the dark?"
"You're behaving like a fool right now, Pat, and I wish you'd stop it."
"Why? Did I hit too close to the truth? Were you with her? Maybe you took her for a little walk in the woods, to show her there's nothing to be afraid of? Except you, of course."
"If you don't stop this," June warned, "I'm going to get very angry with you in about two seconds."
"Hah!" Pat laughed bitterly, "At least anger would be some emotion. Which is more than I've been able to get out of you since we got here yesterday."
"Not that again," she sighed wearily, dropping her blouse onto a chair and reaching to open the zipper on her shorts. "I thought we went all through that last night and you understood how I felt."
"Yeah, we did," Pat agreed. "But I don't think you understand how I feel, baby."
Ignoring her, June dropped her shorts to the floor and stepped out of them. She wore only panties now, with her breasts bared. She pulled down the covers on her bed and got in under them. As her hand reached out to snap off the light between the two bunks, Pat's hand snapped to grab and stop her.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"Putting out the light, of course. I'm tired and I want to get some sleep. I've got four classes tomorrow and I'm going to need my rest."
"What about what I need? Tonight?"
"Pat," she sighed, "I'm not going to go over it with you again. I'm sorry about what happened last night. I guess I never should have let you – do what you did. It was wrong of me to let you get your hopes up for nothing."
"I'm not talking about what happened last night; I'm talking about what didn't happen."
"I don't…" June swallowed hard and shifted her eyes from Pat's. "Oh."
"Yeah. Oh. I'm still waiting for my turn, honey."
June's hand fluttered to be free of her friend's grip. "Did you have your talk with Roxanne?" she asked.
"Don't try to change the subject…"
"Did you?"
"Yes, dammit, I did!"
"And…?"
"And what?"
"Is she going to cause any more trouble?"
"Who knows?" Pat shrugged, "Probably. She's that kind of a girl. Trouble is almost second nature to her." For a moment she was tempted to tell June that Roxanne had seen them making love the night before, then quickly discarded the idea. It might get too complicated if June knew. She might get all sorts of crazy notions into her head; maybe even go to Mrs. Marchant and make a clean breast of things, hoping that the camp owner would forgive and forget. She didn't know people and their prejudices the way Pat did.
"Did she agree to leave Mimsy alone?" June asked.