"Pat?" came a fearful whisper.
"No, it's Jack the Ripper," she snorted. "Of course it's me; who else were you expecting?"
"I didn't know if anyone followed me or not," Roxanne explained, as she stepped out of her hiding place behind one of the large, flat-surfaced rocks.
"Didn't you make sure no one saw you?" Pat snapped angrily. "I thought you'd have the common sense to be careful."
"I was, but you never know. Anyway, it's you, so there's nothing to worry about."
"That's what you think!" Pat cracked. "I haven't heard your story yet."
"There's plenty of time for that," Roxanne smiled. "Why don't you climb up here on this rock with me and we'll talk for a while? About… other things, I mean."
"I'm warning you…"
"Oh, come on!" the girl murmured. "You're grouchy as an old bear tonight. You were much more friendly to me the last time we were alone together."
"Can that crap!" Pat snapped, as she sprang up onto the rock and towered over the kneeling girl with both hands clenched into fists at her sides. "What's this hot information you had to tell me?"
"I don't think I'm going to tell you after all," Roxanne pouted, affecting a little-girl voice as she turned away from Pat. "Not after the nasty way you've been treating me all night. Telling me at dinner that you never wanted to see me or speak to me or…"
"Listen, you!" Pat snarled, grabbing hold of the girl's shoulder and spinning her roughly around. The turn was so sudden and caught Roxanne so off-balance that she fell backwards and dropped hard onto her behind. Her eyes blinked with pain as Pat moved toward her. "I warned you, didn't I, what I'd do to you if this was a trick?"
"Go ahead and beat me up, if you want to, but it won't make me tell what I know!" Roxanne cried. "And it's not a trick. You're going to be very, very sorry you treated me like this tonight, Pat."
There was something in the tone of the girl's voice that frightened Pat into believing she was telling the truth. Whatever information she knew must be of importance to Pat – but what it could be about she hadn't the vaguest notion.
"All right," she muttered, dropping down to squat alongside Roxanne, "I'm sorry. Maybe I have been a little rougher on you than I should, but don't you think you've given me good reason to suspect you? I've been through all this once before, remember."
"You hurt me," Roxanne sobbed, turning her head away. "And you hurt my feelings, too. I don't see why I should tell you anything after that."
"Is it really important, Roxanne? Something I really should know?"
"Well of course it is!" the girl snapped, her voice instantly changed from the tearful, injured child to the bitchy almost-woman. "Do you think I'd be making a fuss like this if it wasn't?"
"Then why don't you tell me what it is, and stop all this childish nonsense?"
"Not until you make up to me," Roxanne pouted.
"How…?"
"You know how!" Her head turned quickly to face Pat and her eyes were shining with unconcealed lust. "Don't you?"
Slowly, feeling the rage of frustration creeping through her once again from being outwitted by this teenage conniver, Pat nodded her head up and down. "Sure," she muttered. "I know."
In her heart and in her mind, she guessed she always knew it would come down to this. Roxanne was far too clever to give away something for nothing. Although Pat didn't know what the "something" was, she had a very clear idea of what she'd have to do to find out. In a way, she thought, maybe it was part of the reason why she'd agreed to the meeting in the first place. Maybe she wanted Roxanne to outsmart her a second time and force her into having sex. It had been several days since Pat last had gratified her hunger for the taste of cunt and she could not deny that the need inside her was almost unbearable. Maybe, she thought, this really was a sort of little game, and she had played her part in it as skillfully as Roxanne had done with hers.
"Good," the girl purred, as a broad smile crept across her face. "Then we won't have to waste any more time by me telling you."
"Where do you want me to do it to you?" Pat growled.
"Between my legs, of course!"
"I didn't mean that and you know it. Do you want me to do it right here on the rock?"
"On the rock!" Roxanne giggled. "Hmmmmmm! I've done it in lots of crazy places, but never on a rock before! But why not? Yes, I want you to eat me right here! On the rock!"
"Thanks," Pat muttered. "That'll do my knees a helluva lot of good."
"You can kneel on our clothes, silly!" the girl giggled.
"You mean we've got to undress for this?"
"Sure! Do you think I'm going to miss the opportunity of being stark naked under the moonlight for the first time I get my pussy eaten on a rock? Honestly! You've got no sense of theatre, Pat. So boring, really."
"You know," Pat told her, "a person could get to really hate you, Roxanne. Not just dislike you and not even just detest you, but way-down, gut-deep hate you."
"They say hate is only one expression of love," she smiled.
"They're full of shit!" Pat got up and started to open her blouse. "Well, come on. If I've got to go through with this, let's get it over with as quickly as possible."
"It won't be that quick," Roxanne teased, rolling the end of her tongue slowly over her bottom lip. "I've masturbated five times today, so it's going to take a lot of work for you to bring me off again. I might even take a little snooze while you're working on me. In case I get bored, I mean."
"And you just might find yourself taking that snooze at the bottom of the lake, if you don't watch yourself," Pat threatened. "I can only be pushed so far, you know. Even by you."
"I've heard that said before," Roxanne laughed. "But it usually turns out the people who say they can't be pushed any further can be pulled further."
"I wouldn't try it if I were you."
Once again, Pat found herself with two very different emotions at war inside her. On the one hand, she hated Roxanne for the power she had over her and the ruthless way she used it. She knew, even before anything happened, even as they were both still undressing, that Roxanne wouldn't make the slightest move toward satisfying her body. Pat's fulfillment would have to be her own concern; the girl was interested only in using Pat to get her own satisfaction. On the other hand, however, all this was also very exciting to her. She felt strange chills of emotion running through her body as she watched Roxanne taking off her clothes, knowing that soon she would be forced to put her mouth between those sleek young legs and use her tongue between that hairy bush until she'd coaxed the juice of orgasm from the girl's cunt. It was the oddly sexual and very unexplainable thrill of being someone's slave that excited Pat's lust. Any slave will feel a degree of hatred toward his master or mistress, for hate is bought at the cost of one's freedom. But the bonds that hold one person to another body and soul can be emotional as well as physical, and these are the marks of the strongest slavery and cause for the greatest hatred.
"Well?" she muttered, when at last she and the girl were stark naked on the rock. Their bodies glistened in the moonlight, the hair between their legs shining like tangled strands of silk. Pat could feel her throat going dry and her nipples starting to harden with lust as she stared at the ripe young flesh she would soon be doing her best to satisfy. "Aren't you going to lay down?"
Roxanne quickly shook her head. "No. I've decided it's too cold to lay on the rock without a blanket. I'm going to stand up and let you kneel in front of me while you eat me."
"How nice," Pat cracked. "And would you like to rest a book on top of my head, too, so you could read in case you get bored?"
"Did you bring one with you?" Roxanne answered right back. "I wish I'd thought of it. Next time I will."
"Honey, there's not gonna be no next time!" Pat growled.