"I'm going to do it this time," she gasped down at Pat. "I'm ready now. I'm going to come, Big Sister. And I'm going to hold my cunt wide open, so I'll come all over your face! Just like rain from heaven! I'm going to cover your face with my juice and make you feel like you're drowning in it!"
"Yes! Yessssssssss!" Pat whimpered. Her fingers moved violently inside her cunt. She threw her head back as a deep howl of release suddenly burst from her and she felt the sticky warmth of her juice flowing down around her hand.
At just that instant, with Pat's head thrown back and her mouth wide open in a cry of satisfaction, Roxanne began to come, too. She quickly slipped her fingers out of her hole after one last shove deep inside it to insure the orgasm would not be lost, then spread apart the meaty lips of her crack and let the full flood of her girl-juice come pouring out and dribble all over Pat's face.
She closed her eyes quickly as she felt the first splash of the sticky fluid drop onto the bridge of her nose. Another glob fell on her left cheek, then one on her upper lip, where it ran down into her open mouth. Tasting the salty-sweetness of it, Pat's own orgasm quickened and she begged Roxanne for more. She raised her head higher, the better to catch more of the dripping juice in her mouth, but it continued to splash across her face wherever it fell. At least half the orgasm splattered somewhere other than into Pat's gaping mouth, with its tongue twitching frantically to lap up any drops that fell within its range.
Finally, seeing there was no more to come, she pushed her face right up against the sopping cunt and began to lick away the dribble that had caught in Roxanne's bush of pubic hair on its way from her cunt. The girl squirmed and laughed that it tickled, but Pat wouldn't let her push her head from between her legs until she was completely satisfied there was no more cum to be lapped up.
"Now, Big Sister," she taunted, "would you like to tell me once again about how you feel about a 'next time'?"
"No." Pat shook her head slowly. After the way she'd just behaved, there was no sense in trying to deny she wasn't hooked on the girl. They both knew that Roxanne had won once again, and most likely would continue to do so in the future.
"Do you know what?" the girl taunted, stepping away from Pat and starting to gather up her clothes to get dressed again. "You made up for being so nasty to me before, so I'm going to tell you my secret."
Pat looked at her in confusion for a moment. In the excitement of what had just happened between them, she'd almost forgotten the reason for their meeting in the first place. It hardly seemed important to her now, whatever it might be.
"Okay," she said slowly. "Should I stay sitting down for this, or do you think it would be safe to start getting dressed?"
She had made the remark with more sarcasm than earnestness, but Roxanne didn't receive it as such. "Maybe you'd better stay sitting. It's going to come as a helluva shock to you, Big Sister."
"What?" Pat's brain was spinning crazily once again, as she tried to imagine what possible information the girl could have that would be so important.
"Well," the girl purred, looking straight into Pat's eyes with a wicked smile on her face, "your girlfriend June is sleeping with Mimsy Colberg."
Pat's first instinct was to imagine she hadn't heard her correctly. Her second instinct, after realizing what she'd heard was what Roxanne had said, was to laugh. "You're joking!"
"I'm not joking, and I'm relieved you're taking it so well. I thought surely you'd go running for the first gun you could find and shoot them both!"
"You're – not joking…"
"Of course not! I saw them doing it! Or, rather, I guess I should say I saw Big Sister June doing it. Mimsy didn't do much except lay back and enjoy it. Afterwards, she licked the cum off June's legs like you just did to me."
"I – don't – believe – it…"
"You'd better believe it, Big Sister!" Roxanne laughed. Her eyes followed Pat as she got shakily to her feet and began to put on her clothes. "It's probably going to happen again. Soon. That kind of hot love affair takes a long time to cool down."
"How do you know this?" Pat demanded. "Where did you see them doing it?"
"Same place I saw you and June doing it," Roxanne laughed cruelly, "I think it was even on the same bed. I followed them, you see. I noticed that Mimsy hadn't gone down to the lake for swimming class with the other girls and I wondered why. I mean, she's terrified of the water. Swims like a rock. I thought maybe she was trying to hide, but then I saw her with Big Sister June and I figured something had to be up. When they went back to your cabin. I crept along behind them and hid until they'd gone inside. You know," she chuckled, "somebody really should tell poor June about those curtains. If she's going to go on giving free shows to everyone who walks past, maybe she'd better think about charging admission!"
Pat's face was white. Her jaw was clenched as tightly together as the fists at her side. Her whole body was trembling and she'd barely heard or understood any of Roxanne's last remarks.
"So that's why!" she thought, her anger mounting like acid in her veins. "It's not that she's giving up girls; she's just giving up me! Like an old car you trade in for a newer model! Well I'll show her! I'll fix her good!"
"You know," Roxanne continued, "I think that June…" She stopped abruptly as Pat suddenly pulled up the zipper on her shorts, turned and began to run back toward the woods and the cabin beyond. "Hey! Pat! Where are you going?" the girl cried after her. "What are you going to do?"
Pat didn't even hear the sound of her voice calling after her as she ran, though. Her fury couldn't have been stopped by the sudden blast of a bomb if it had gone off in front of her.
"Pat?" Roxanne called in vain. "Hey, Pat! What are you going to do?"
CHAPTER NINE
About a week later, June was interrupted in the middle of her basket weaving class by a messenger from Mrs. Marchant, saying that the camp's owner wanted to see her immediately. An uneasy, sick kind of feeling bubbled through June's stomach as she excused herself from the class and started through the woods to the cabin where Mrs. Marchant had her office. To be called away in the middle of a class, she knew, had to mean that something important was up. Something, she feared, that had a great deal to do with Mimsy Colberg. And something, too, she had little doubt, that could be traced directly back to Pat.
"So she finally got up her nerve to do it," she thought bitterly, recalling the violent argument she and Pat had had late at night, about a week to the day. Pat had burst into the cabin like a madwoman, shaken June out of a sound sleep, and ranted and raved for more than an hour. At the heart of her rantings was the knowledge that June and Mimsy Colberg had been having sex. It had terrified June to discover Pat knew about it, but press as she would she was unable to find out from her how. Had she seen them going into the cabin, she wondered, and eavesdropped at the window? Or, worse, had someone else seen them and told Pat about it? The thought that what she had done to Mimsy that first afternoon – and which they'd both done to each other several times again in the past week – might soon be gossip for the whole camp's ears sent a shudder of fear running through June as she hurried toward Mrs. Marchant's cabin.
In the height of their argument, Pat had threatened to go to the camp's owner and report June's sexual involvement with one of the girls. She had screamed that it would serve June right, for trying to make her believe she was through with lesbian relations for good, when all she really wanted was a clear field with Mimsy Colberg. June had countered by challenging Pat to make the report, feeling in her heart that she knew the girl who'd once been her lover well enough to know she never would do it. Until that afternoon, her belief had been justified to the point where she'd actually felt safe having further sexual relations with Mimsy. She and the girl had met several times in June's cabin while Pat was away, and three nights during the last week they'd had secret meetings in the woods after everyone else in the camp was asleep. Now June didn't know what to think – except that Pat had turned her in.