"I'll learn," the girl sighed as she turned to go. "If it kills me, I'll learn, I guess…"
June smiled after her and waited until she'd disappeared in the thicket of woods, then bundled up her materials and trudged back to her cabin for the group conferences she'd scheduled earlier in the week. For the rest of the day and into the early evening she was so busy with work that she didn't have time to think much about her meeting with Gary. But at quarter to eleven, as she slipped out of the cabin and started through the woods toward the old gatehouse, she felt a queasy sensation rippling through her stomach. It wasn't so much facing whatever Gary had to tell her that put her nerves so on edge; it was seeing the boy himself, and knowing that most likely he would want to use the meeting as an excuse to have sex with her. June wasn't at all sure that she wanted it to happen.
Mimsy Colberg had turned her whole world upside down on its ear. Before she slept with the girl for the first time, June had thought her life was free of entanglements after breaking with Pat and on a direct course toward marriage and a family with Gary. Now she didn't know if such a future still appealed to her. She'd found such all-fulfilling happiness in Mimsy's arms that it seemed impossible any boy – not just Gary – could match it. The tenderness that had flown between the two girls as they made love was unlike anything that had ever happened to June with Gary or any other guy. She felt as though only with Mimsy had she discovered what sex and love were really all about. Not even Pat had turned her on so completely, so that almost every waking moment was spent thinking of the girl and making plans for their future.
There wasn't much time left for her to make a decision about what to do, though. It was only a short walk to the gate house, and as she came through the clearing of trees surrounding it she could see the burning tip of a cigarette glowing in Gary's hand as he paced restlessly back and forth. He hadn't seen or heard her approaching and for a moment she thought of slipping back into the woods and not keeping the appointment at all. But that was the coward's way out, she knew, and since Gary was only liable to create a major scene if she didn't show up, it would have to be faced sooner or later.
June stepped into the clearing and hurried quickly toward the boy. His face broke into a welcoming smile as soon as he spotted her, but June didn't give him a chance to reach for her or even to say hello. "Where did you leave your car?" she asked.
"Outside the gate. Nobody'll see it."
"All right, let's get inside."
"What's the rush?" he grinned, trying to take her in his arms.
"Gary, don't!" she complained, struggling to break his hold around her. She turned her face away as he tried to kiss her and his lips smacked into her cheek instead of her mouth, as intended.
"Boy, you're jumpy tonight!" he laughed. "What's wrong?"
"I don't want anyone to see us."
"Like who? The owls in the trees?"
"I've had the strangest feeling that someone has been following me ever since I left my cabin," she explained, thinking to herself, "And I don't need more than one guess to figure out who it is." Her eyes scanned the darkness of the woods behind them, but if Pat was hiding there watching them she was well concealed. "Please let's go inside."
The door was open on the old gate house, but it creaked, like the gate of hell being swung open when Gary pulled it back. He went in first, as though to check out any possible danger before letting June enter behind him. An old oil lamp sat on a broken down table in the middle of the room and Gary stumbled toward it in the semi-dark with a lit match in his hand, holding it to the base of the lamp until the wick caught and the room suddenly was filled with a warm glow of light.
"There," he grinned. "That's better, isn't it?"
"Much," June agreed.
"Pull up a chair and sit down!" the boy offered, dusting off the seat of a broken-backed chair and pushing it toward her. "Might as well make ourselves comfortable."
"Gary," she said impatiently, "we don't have time to make ourselves at home. You've got a long drive ahead of you if you're going to be at work in the morning, and I guess I don't need to tell you what would happen to me if anyone caught us here, together like this."
"Why?" he grinned. "We're not doing anything."
"Mrs. Marchant wouldn't see it that way, I'm afraid," June informed him. "If she found me here alone with you this late at night she'd think I was first cousin to the Whore of Babylon."
"I've thought that sometimes," he teased. "Especially the hot way you screw, baby! Must have had some good ancestors! Or did you pick it up naturally by instinct?"
He moved around behind her and tried to slip his arms around her waist. June pulled loose, but he caught her again and turned her so they faced one another.
"Do you know you haven't even given me a kiss yet?" he asked.
"Haven't I?" She moved her face closer and gave him a quick peck on the mouth. Instead of the heady rush of excitement she'd once felt pressing her lips to Gary's, with all the tingling sensations that accompanied the kiss and made her want to do more intimate things with him, she felt only a little shudder of revulsion run down her spine. The boy's lips felt dry and cracked; so hard, compared to the moist softness of Mimsy's mouth. It seemed almost an abuse of herself to offer her lips to a man's rough mouth.
"Hey! What kind of kiss is that? Let's have a real one, huh?" the boy insisted. He pulled her closer, pressing the front of his body flush with June's. She could feel the stirring of his cock starting to rouse itself in his pants as he ground himself slowly from side to side against her and wedged his tongue deep inside her mouth. It was all June could do to keep from gagging until he released her. "That's better!" he laughed. "Much better! How about another one?"
June's ears suddenly perked to attention. "What was that?"
"What was what?"
"Didn't you hear that noise outside just now? Like somebody was out there?"
"Forget it! It's just your imagination. You're pretty high-strung tonight, baby. I think you need something to relax you. Something like this." His hand quickly caught hers and brought her fingers to his crotch. He pressed her palm flush against the throbbing hardness growing in his pants. "What d'you say? Do you need a little of that to calm you down?"
"No…" she started to protest, but the word was only half-spoken before his mouth pressed down on hers once again and his thick tongue shoved its way through her lips. Feeling him press his hard-on against her belly made June shiver with revulsion. Her mind recalled all the things he'd done to her with that cock – and all the things she'd done to it, including putting it inside her mouth and sucking it until he shot his load. Such memories repelled her now, and she knew without question that her future path was set. Mimsy had opened her eyes to the truth about herself, a truth that Pat had only half-revealed and a truth which Gary would never be able to understand. She had to break away from him; had to free herself from the touch of his hands and the demanding pressure of his body rocking back and forth against her. She knew well enough from past experience what would happen if she let things continue much further.
"Don't, Gary," she whimpered, pushing him away. "Not now. It's too dangerous."
"Who cares?" he laughed tensely. "I need you, baby. Like you need me. Let's start those colored lights going again, huh? Remember those crazy colored lights you said you saw whenever I screwed you?"
June remembered, with shame. It had all been a lie; she could see that now. Everything that had happened with Gary had been nothing more than a desperate attempt to free herself emotionally from Pat. Not because she wanted to escape the kind of love Pat offered her, but because the girl herself wasn't right for June. She could see that now. Not right in the way Mimsy was right for her, and always would be.