"Later, Gary," she promised, hating herself for yet another lie, but knowing it was necessary to find out what he'd come to the camp for. "After you've shown me the letter you have and explained what all this is about."
"Well, it's a heck of a thing to do to a guy in this condition," he smiled foolishly, with a glance down at the hard-on pushing through his pants, "but if you're sure you're not just putting me off…"
"I'm not, Gary," she told him. "Later, when it's safe, maybe we'll drive someplace in your car and – there! Didn't you hear it that time?" she suddenly exclaimed, turning back toward the cabin door.
"You know, I think I did hear something out there that time," he agreed. "It sounded like a twig snapped, didn't it?"
"Yes! I told you so! Someone's out there, Gary! Listening to us. Watching…" Her mind suddenly put together two separate thoughts and she was certain of who the unseen presence in the nearby woods had to be. "That bitch!" she thought angrily. "I'll fix her! I'll give her a show that'll make her eat her heart out, if that's what she wants to see!" It seemed to make sense, she thought. If Pat knew Gary was there, she probably wanted to see how June would handle the situation, knowing as she did of her involvement with Mimsy. But June was determined not to give her any satisfaction. She'd make her squirm watching how she'd carry on with Gary, until she'd wish she'd never followed her out of the cabin.
"What makes you think it's someone?" the boy asked. "Why not something? Like an animal, I mean? That's probably all it was, you know. These woods are full of animals, I imagine."
"They sure are!" June thought angrily. "And I'll bet there's a big, black-haired rat out there right now, watching us. A female rat, with a name that rhymes."
"Maybe you're right," she agreed aloud, slipping her arm around Gary's waist. She rested her head lightly on his shoulder. "Anyway, what does it matter what's out there, as long as I've got my big, strong man here to protect me?"
"That's right," he laughed. "And I am your man, aren't I, baby?"
"There's no other man I love more than you," she said, biting lightly on the tip of her tongue at the half-truth with its concealed irony.
"That's my baby."
He turned her unexpectedly and took her back in his arms. This time, feeling certain that Pat was watching from somewhere in the darkness beyond the gate house, June threw herself into the kiss as feverishly as she ever had done in the past. Her fingernails raked up and down the boy's back as she worked her tongue in combat with his. It surprised her how quickly she was able to respond to his passion, until she realized that it was all an act she'd learned to perfection many months earlier and been rehearsing every time they'd been together. Her feeling for him had been no more real then than it was now. Except now she was aware of what she was doing.
Her hands squeezed in on the cheeks of the boy's tight behind through his jeans, pressing his hardened cock flush with her thigh. She ground herself against him until he made moaning noises in his throat which June was certain could be heard outside.
"Oh, baby! Let's screw!" he groaned, tearing his mouth from hers. "What d'you say?"
"Yes! Yes, of course!" she said loudly enough for her voice to carry beyond the room. She hoped her tone sounded as choked with pent-up passion as she meant it to be. She wanted Pat to think she was the most cock-hungry bitch to ever stand on two legs. As Gary moved to open his pants, however, she quickly stopped him with her hand.
"Not – not just yet, though," she murmured softly. "Show me the letter, first."
"Screw the letter!" he laughed. Then, "No, on second thought, I think I'd rather screw you!"
"Please, Gary? If it was important enough to make you drive all the way up here to see me, don't you think you should show it to me?"
"It's not really important now. You've already answered any doubts I had."
"About what?"
"Here," he suggested, fishing into his back pocket for a crumpled envelope. "Read it for yourself."
June took the letter from him with slightly trembling hands. The single scrap of paper inside the envelope contained only a very short message. Word for word, it read: If you care at all about your relationship with June Halstead, pay a surprise visit on the camp where she's working.
"What does it mean?" she asked, puzzled as she handed back the letter.
"Who knows?" He smiled and scratched at the back of his head. "I guess some friend of yours must have realized how much you've been missing me and wrote so I'd come up and take care of business."
"I wonder…"
More likely, June thought, it was Pat trying to stir up some trouble. Although the handwriting on the envelope and the letter itself had been disguised, she could recognize Pat's scrawl from the many letters they'd exchanged themselves. Probably she thought if Gary came to the camp and surprised June with Mimsy it would create the havoc she wanted to see as her revenge. But once again she'd find herself mistaken, June vowed. There'd be no trouble at all, because she was going to give Gary exactly what he wanted and then send him on his way. She'd continue to write to him for the rest of the summer, although her letters would be carefully composed to reflect a growing coolness between them, and at the end of the summer, when she'd gone home again, she would tell him she'd decided to break off the affair. It would all be done neatly and cleanly, with no complications. All she had to do was get through the next few minutes, with Gary pumping his loathsome cock inside her. But even that, she knew, she could get through with flying colors. She faked sexual emotion with him in the past; she could certainly do it this one last time. Sort of a goodbye present, she thought with grim humor. And what topping on the cake it would be to give it to him with Pat watching from outside. It would serve her right.
"That's all it was?" she laughed.
"That's all."
"Why didn't you tell me in the first place? I thought it was some big deal, like you were going to break up with me. I've never been so worried in my life as I was all day today," June swore. "I didn't know what I was going to do if you'd told me you didn't want to see me again. You're the whole world to me, Gary." She hated herself for saying such things, knowing them to be untrue, but it was all for a good cause. Maybe after this, she hoped, Pat would never bother her again.
"Baby, I'm all yours," the boy grunted. "You've got me in every way a chick can get a guy."
"Make love to me," she moaned. "Please, Gary. I need you so desperately. I've been going crazy all week, without any real sex to satisfy me." She put special emphasis on the word, for Pat's benefit. She wanted the girl to know that there was no way she could compete with what Gary was about to do to her. "Take me! Please! Now!" she begged.
"Baby, just get down on that floor and roil up that skirt! I'm ready and willing!"
As he climbed on top of her and she felt the hard pressure of his cock working its way between her legs and nudging the entrance to her cunt, June closed her eyes and grit her teeth tightly together. "It's just this one last time," she thought with determination. She winced as he entered her, then tried her best to keep from pushing him away in disgust as he started to pump his large cock in and out of her hole. "This one last time, for Pat's benefit," she swore silently, "and then no one's ever going to touch me again but Mimsy. Sweet, wonderful Mimsy…"
Gary had finished coming and pulled out of her, but they still lay sweating and naked on the bare floor. As the boy reached for a pack of cigarettes in his discarded jeans, the sudden thump of a car door slamming shut outside the gate house startled them both. As June scurried to grab her clothes, the creaking door burst open and the blinding glare of a flashlight beam struck her full in the eyes. Behind the light came a voice that made her go sick inside.