"Yeah." Her eyes scanned her lover's face with barely concealed rage. "The field's clear for you now, honey."
"Will you stop that kind of talk? Please? I've told you a dozen times already, I'm not interested in Mimsy that way."
"What way are you interested in her?"
"Oh, you're impossible!" June snapped, pulling her hand free from Pat's grip. She snapped out, the bedside light and plunged the cabin into almost total darkness. "Good night!"
As June rolled over on her side, turning her back to Pat, the other girl pushed back her covers and got out of bed. She was nude, but it was not the slight chill in the night air that made her body tremble as she moved slowly toward June's bed. The need in her, mingled with conflicting emotions of anger and jealousy, made it almost impossible to control what she was doing.
"Just a minute!" she snapped, pulling back June's covers and turning on the light once again. "I'm not finished talking with you yet!"
"What more is there to say?" June sighed.
"How about, 'Let me make love to you, Pat,' for openers? I'm sure I can think of something else to say after that."
"I don't want to say that, because I don't want to make love to you. Now will you please get back in your own bed and leave me alone?"
"No! No way, honey. You and me have a little date tonight, whether you know it or not. I've been bottled up inside for months now and unless you help me do something about it, I'm going to burst. And if that happens," she warned, "you might be very, very sorry you've treated me like this."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I don't suppose it would be very hard for me to find out the last name of your little college boy," Pat hissed. "He might be very interested in reading some certain letters I've been saving ever since the summer ended last year. He might like to know what kind of a girl he's getting involved with."
"You wouldn't dare!" June gasped.
"Wouldn't I? Don't push me, honey, because desperate people sometimes do desperate things. I might even find a letter or two that would interest your parents if they were to read them, and I know where they live."
"Oh, I hate you!" June spat. "I never thought when I wrote those letters that you'd use them against me."
"And I never thought when I read those letters that you'd treat me like this," Pat countered. "I thought you meant what you said in them."
"I did – at the time."
"But not now?"
"Things change, Pat. People change, too. You can't expect things to stay as they are forever."
"I'm not worried about forever; I'm just thinking about how I'll get through tonight. I've got a pretty good idea, but I'm going to need your help." Pulling the covers on June's bed further down, she slipped onto the mattress beside her and tried to take her in her arms. June resisted, pulling away as Pat's mouth reached to kiss hers.
"Stop this, Pat! I won't let it happen again!"
"You've got no choice, honey. It's already happening, whether you like it or not." As though to prove her point, she dropped her hand down between June's legs and groped with her fingers through the soft fuzz until she found the opening of her hole. The middle finger nudged against the slit, trying to push its way in despite June's resistance.
"No… please… Pat… don't…"
"You know you want me to do this to you," she murmured. "And you know you want to do the same things to me. If you'd just stop carrying on and let yourself go…"
To her astonishment, June suddenly whirled around in the bed and struck her a stinging blow across the cheek. Her eyes were flashing with rage as she pushed her away. "Get out of my bed! Get out this instant! If you don't, I'm going to report you to Mrs. Marchant! I'll tell her everything, no matter what it means to either of us!"
"Baby," Pat growled in a low, threatening voice, "I didn't want it to be like this, but you asked for it."
With a quick movement, she caught June by the arm and twisted until the girl was crying out with pain. Holding fast to her, she turned her body around until she was facing her, then stretched herself out on the bed and shoved June down between her legs.
"Get your head down there and make love to me!" she snarled. "I don't care what you do afterwards. If you want to go to Marchant, fine. But you're not stepping one foot outside this cabin until you've eaten my cunt!"
"No! Never! You'll never make me do it!" June screamed.
Pat's hand swung out and struck the girl hard on the face. "That's only a sample of what you're going to get if you scream like that again!" she warned. "I'm just in the mood to do a whole lot of harm to somebody tonight, baby, and if you're determined it's going to be you there's nothing I can do to hold myself back. Take your choice: either you do what I want you to willingly, or you do it by force. Which is it going to be?"
"I hate you!" June hissed. "I really hate you. I never saw you like this before; it's like you're a completely different person."
"That's right; I am! I'm a girl who needs sex, and the reason you never saw me like this before is because you always were willing to give me sex."
"I wish I'd never seen you. I wish I'd never come to this camp again, knowing you'd be here."
"I don't care what you wish, just get down there and put some tongue in my pussy!"
June shuddered in revulsion from the crudeness of Pat's outcries, but she knew there was little she could do to stop what was happening. With those letters in her possession, Pat could ruin her life forever. Her parents would never get over the shock of knowing their daughter had once had lesbian relations with another girl, nor would Gary, the boy she loved in college. In the crazy mood Pat was in that night, she seemed capable of anything. Even such a desperate measure of revenge as sending those letters she'd once written to her.
"And what if I do what you say?" June asked. "Will you give me back my letters and leave me alone for the rest of the summer?"
"It depends," Pat said with a cruel smile.
"On what?"
"On how well you do me right now. If you completely satisfy me, I'll think about giving the letters back to you. If not – well, you'd better start looking for a new boyfriend."
"You're contemptible!"
"Yeah, and I'm also horny as hell. So get your mouth down there and start working; I'm starting to get bored with this conversation."
Even as the words left her mouth, Pat had to shudder at the realization of how much she had sounded like Roxanne. Even her behavior, using the threat of blackmail to get the sex she wanted, was like the girl's. What was it she said, Pat thought quickly. "We're cut from the same cloth?" Something like that. But it wasn't true, she vowed. Roxanne treated people as she did out of sheer enjoyment from the pain she caused; Pat knew she was behaving as she was only because her need was so desperate. They weren't at all alike, she swore.
Holding tightly to June's head, she pushed her down between her legs and closed her thighs tightly in on her. She could feel June's breath blowing against her cunt, and the sensation sent sharp tingles of excitement shooting through her. The inside of her cunt felt like a cooking volcano, about to erupt its gusher of hot lava at the least provocation. She wanted satisfaction as quickly as possible, but at the same time she hoped she would be able to hold on long enough to enjoy the pleasure of June's lips and tongue working her over at least as long as she'd done for her the previous night.
"Get down on it!" she ordered. "Open your mouth, for crissake! Stick your tongue in there! Start doing something, damn you!"
Slowly, resentfully, June wriggled her tongue from her mouth and started to lick up and down the dark-haired outer slit of Pat's crack. Her nostrils flared as she inhaled the aroma of hot cunt, and her nose tickled from the feel of the thick bush surrounding it. She'd often put her mouth to that same cunt in the past, but it had never been under such circumstances. Always before, when she and Pat were summer lovers, she had wanted to use her mouth like this and had done so willingly and joyfully; being forced to do it against her will made the act somehow degrading and repellent. She could feel a slight wave of nausea gurgling in her throat as she began to prod the tip of her tongue against the opening to the other girl's hole.