"I-I want to lick it off your thighs," Mimsy whispered. "Your cum, I mean. I want to use my tongue to clean you off."
Such a sharp thrill of excitement soared through June that she couldn't even speak for a few moments. She just lay alongside Mimsy and stared at her with love blazing from her eyes like beacons of light.
"You know," she murmured at last, "I've just thought of something. Didn't you say you were having your period?"
"Yes," Mimsy said with a devilish grin.
"But – there was no blood…"
"Actually," she confessed, "I had my period last week, but I thought I'd take advantage of it while I could."
"You mean you lied about it, to get out of swimming class?" June asked in astonishment.
"Uh-huh," Mimsy giggled. "So I could be with you."
"You aren't trying to tell me you planned all this in advance, are you?"
Mimsy looked guiltily away and covered her mouth to keep from bursting out in laughter. "Well, maybe a little bit…" she admitted.
"Darling," June sighed, "you're too wonderful to be real. I think I must have dreamed you."
"It's because I love you, June," the girl vowed, and from the look in her eyes June could tell at a glance that it was true. "I think I fell in love with you the first moment I saw you. It was only three days ago, but it feels I've known – and loved – you all my life."
"Shhhhhh!" June insisted. "Don't say things you might be sorry for later."
"I won't be sorry. I'll mean it as much tomorrow as I mean it right now. I love you. With all my heart. More than I've ever loved anyone else in my life. That's why I wanted so much to make love to you, like you did to me. You've got to promise never again to do that to yourself with your fingers when you're with me. It's all right this time, but next, time I want to make you come."
"Next time…" June thought, as the girl moved out of her embrace and began to lick her way down her body. As she felt Mimsy's curly blonde hair brushing across her thighs, then felt her mouth starting to lick up the dribbled cum that had run out of her hole during her orgasm, she realized that she hadn't even given a thought to any "next time" until that moment.
"Oooohhhhhhhhh!" she groaned, as a sharp tingle of excitement ran through her from the wet touch of Mimsy's tongue directly on the opening of her crack.
"Next time…" she thought again. The way the girl was making her feel right then, there would almost certainly have to be a next time. But June knew, too, she would want to see how she felt about it all in the morning, before making any definite commitments one way or the other.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The woods were dark at night and Pat couldn't help stumbling every few feet over concealed tree roots and other undergrowth in her path as she made her way from the cabin toward a prearranged meeting place with Roxanne down near the lake. "Damn her!" she muttered angrily, as she stopped to rub a sore toe she'd just stubbed on a hidden rock. "This better be as important as she says it is, or there'll be one spoiled little bitch found floating in the lake tomorrow morning!"
Earlier that evening, when all the counselors and their girls had assembled at the lodge for the dinner meal, Roxanne had maneuvered her way into the chow line so that she stood directly behind Pat and was able to whisper to her without any of the other girls around them overhearing.
"I've got to see you tonight," the girl hissed, giving Pat a little poke in the back with her finger. "It's important."
Pat slowly turned her head and gave the girl a long, withering look. "Forget it," she rasped, then turned her head away.
"Listen, I said this is important! You'd better meet me tonight, or you'll regret it!"
Pat once again turned her head to look at the girl. This time there was fire dancing angrily in her eyes. "Now you listen, you miserable little bitch!" she hissed. "You're not blackmailing me any more. I don't want to have anything to do with you again, do you get that? And if that makes you want to go to Mrs. Marchant and tell her what you know about me, go right ahead. Be my guest. As a matter of fact, she's sitting right over there at that table. Why don't I take you over and introduce you to her right now, so you won't waste any time? Huh? Come on!"
"Pat, please!" the girl exclaimed, trying to pull her arm free of her hand as she tried to pull her out of the chow line and drag her, if necessary, across the room to the camp's owner's table. "You're making a scene! Everyone's starting to look at us!"
"Don't you want to go? Don't you want to tell her something?"
"No!" Roxanne cried, and there were tears of fear beginning to glisten in the corners of her eyes.
"Are you sure about that? Because if you don't go now, you'll never be able to threaten me with going to her in the future. You understand that, don't you?"
"Yes," the girl gulped, nodding her head slowly up and down.
"All right." Pat pulled her hand away from Roxanne's arm as though it was something unclean and crawling with lice. "Now don't you ever get in my way again for the rest of the summer. Understand me? Don't even cross my path."
"Pat…"
"I don't want to speak to you, I don't want you to speak to me, I don't want to see you except when it's absolutely necessary, I don't want…"
"Pat, please!" Roxanne cried, clinging frantically to her arm. "Will you just listen to me a minute? I wasn't trying to blackmail you again. Honest I wasn't."
"Like hell!" she snorted.
"What I wanted to see you about has nothing to do with that. It's something different. Something important that you should know about."
"Yeah? What?" Pat grunted.
Roxanne's eyes darted nervously up and down the chow line, then back to Pat's stern face. "I can't tell you now. I know – I know that sounds corny and contrived, but I can't. Not here, with all these people around. There's no telling what you might do…"
"What I might do? What the hell are you talking about?"
"I said I can't tell you here. I'll have to meet you somewhere later, after the others have gone to sleep. Somewhere private. Maybe down by the lake…"
"Now look," Pat warned, "if this is another one of your little tricks…"
"It's not a trick! I swear it!"
Pat's eyes stared at the girl for several agonizingly long moments before she spoke, searching her face for even the slightest hint that she was lying or planning another trap to force Pat into having sex with her again. Either she was telling the truth, she finally decided, or the girl was a more skilled liar than she'd given her credit for being.
"All right," she rasped, her voice a low growl of words, "there's a place down by the lake. To the left, away from the lodge. They call it 'Indian Lookout', because of the rock pile."
"Yes, I know the place," Roxanne nodded.
"I'll meet you there at eleven o'clock. And you'd better be on time."
"I will," the girl promised.
Pat's hand suddenly reached out and caught her again by the arm, squeezing so tightly she made the girl grimace. "I'm just warning you, though, bitch, that if this does turn out to be one of your stunts, it's going to cost your Mommy and Daddy an arm and a leg to pay for a plastic surgeon to put your face back together after I get done rearranging it! Get me?"
"Yes," Roxanne nodded fearfully. "I get you."
Pat half-expected the girl not to be there when she came out of the woods at last and stepped into the little clearing that led down to the lake and the pile of rocks that had been called "Indian Lookout" by two decades of Summer Sisters campers. She had to blink her eyes to adjust them to the sudden change from the darkness of the woods to the startling brightness of moonlight reflected on the wide surface of the lake. Glancing around, she saw nothing at first. Then a slight movement from the rocks caught her eyes and she moved quickly toward them.