Her head snapped up quickly in surprise at the sound of the door opening. With her hand still between her legs, her fingertip stuck an inch or so between the flared lips of her cunt, she looked across the room at Pat's smiling face as she came into the cabin and bolted the door behind her.
"Well, hello!" Pat grinned, moving slowly toward the bed. Her eyes scanned the length of June's naked flesh up and down, time and time again. The hunger she felt for the girl was clearly displayed in her eyes. "Couldn't wait for me, hmmmmm?" she teased. "Had to start without me!"
"I – oh!" With a sudden realization that her finger was still stuck inside her hole, June snatched her hand from between her legs and looked guiltily away from Pat's searching stare. "I – uh – had an itch."
"Yeah, I know," Pat murmured, "I've had the same itch myself all day. What do you say we do something about scratching it together?"
June giggled nervously and reached for another cigarette from the pack on the bedside table. As she lit it from the butt end of her last, she was aware of Pat's frowning down at her.
"You still smoke too much," the girl told her. "You know that, don't you?"
"Yes, I know it."
"Have you got another one, for me?"
"Sure. Help yourself."
As Pat took a smoke from the pack, June's hand reached down for the sheet and began to pull it up over her naked body. Pat's fingers came down firmly on the back of her hand to stop her.
"What are you doing?" she murmured. "Let me look at you, at least. It's been so long, I've almost forgotten how beautiful you are, darling."
"It – uh – has been a long time, hasn't it?" June said with a strained laugh. "I guess we've both changed a lot since we last saw each other."
"I don't think so," Pat told her. "I'm just as I've always been, and you're as beautiful and sexy as you were the first day I saw you. Do you remember that first time we met?"
"Yes." June lowered her eyes and looked away from her friend. "How could I ever forget it?"
"I'm so glad you said that, darling," Pat murmured. "You know, this is going to sound really stupid, but I was almost afraid you wouldn't…"
"How's your group this year?" June suddenly interjected.
Pat looked at her in surprise, her mouth still open as though to finish what she'd started to say. "What?"
"How are your girls?"
"They're all right, I guess," she said, as a quick image of Mimsy Colberg flashed through her mind. "Nothing special; same as any other year."
"No trouble makers?"
"I've got one, I think. A snotty little bitch named Roxanne," Pat muttered. "She thinks she knows it all already."
"Oh, one of those," June smiled. "I think I've got one like that in my group, too. There's always one, isn't there?"
"Yeah, I guess so." Pat stared at her friend in silence for a long moment as they smoked. "Why didn't you let me finish what I was saying?" she asked at last. "You cut me off so sharply you'd almost think you didn't want me to finish."
"Oh, did I?" June laughed nervously. "I'm sorry; I didn't realize."
"I was going to say," Pat murmured, "that I was almost afraid you wouldn't feel the same way about me this summer as you did last year."
"Oh." June's eyes darted restlessly around the room, lighting everywhere but on Pat's face. "Whatever gave you that idea?"
"Well," Pat smiled as she sat down on the edge of the bed and reached her hand to touch June's bare belly, "for one thing, do you realize you haven't even kissed me hello yet?"
June gulped hard and giggled nervously once again. "Haven't I?" She leaned her head forward and put a quick, passionless kiss against Pat's lips. As her friend opened her mouth and her tongue began to wriggle out of it to prod into June's mouth, she pulled her head back and asked, "Better?"
Pat blinked in confusion. "It sure isn't, honey. Not from someone I made love to all last summer and haven't seen in six months. That's the kind of kiss I'd give to my grandmother. Come on, baby," she urged, reaching out to put her hand behind June's head and draw her nearer once again. "Let's have a real kiss this time, hmmmm?"
Reluctantly, it seemed, June let her mouth be drawn back to Pat's. She kept her lips tightly closed as the other girl pressed her mouth against them. When she felt the end of Pat's tongue prodding to get inside her mouth, she started to pull away. Pat's hand tightened its grip on her neck, keeping her there.
Slowly, as that long pink tongue kept pushing at her closed lips, June's mouth opened no more than a crack. It was all Pat needed to wedge her tongue inside. As it rushed into June's mouth, she felt an electric tingle shoot down into the pit of her belly and the nipples on her bared breasts began to harden and push out against Pat's stroking fingers. She made a little whimpering noise in her throat and pushed the girl slowly away. The moment their lips parted, June's hand brought the smoking cigarette to her mouth and pulled strongly on it, filling her lungs with smoke.
"Hello," she said, forcing a smile.
"What's the matter, honey?" Pat asked softly.
"What? I don't know…"
"You know what I mean. Something's changed; something's different. I can almost feel it when I touch you. What's wrong, honey? Tell me, please. Is it something I did?"
"No, of course not," June insisted, but the look in her eyes made a lie of the words.
"Is there someone else?" Pat asked, dreading the sound of each word as it came from her tightening throat. "Did you meet someone since Christmas…?"
June lowered her eyes guiltily and puffed on her cigarette. For a long while she didn't speak. She seemed to be gathering her courage to put her thoughts into words, but when she finally did begin to speak it seemed as though she was reciting a speech she'd thought out long ago and rehearsed many times in her mind.
"You and I never had any kind of understanding that we wouldn't see anyone else, Pat," she said softly. "I mean, last summer was the most wonderful time I've ever spent in my life and I'll never forget you for all you did, but…"
"Who is she?" Pat interrupted, her eyes flashing with a burning jealousy. "Some chick from your college?"
"No. I…"
"Some girl from Boston?" Pat demanded. "Maybe that little redhead I met when I was up for Christmas? I always thought she had eyes for you…"
"It's not a girl."
For a second, Pat felt as though her heart had stopped beating. A hot flame rushed through her lungs and made her gasp for air as the force of June's words struck her full in the stomach.
"It's not a girl?" she whispered.
"I've met the most wonderful boy in the world," June said, her eyes looking away from Pat's downcast face. "He transferred to my college for the last semester – right after we came back from the Christmas vacation – and we got to be friendly since we had a lot of the same classes together."
"How friendly?" Pat hissed.
"We dated a few times and he took me to a big dance…"
"How friendly, dammit?" she raged, as the anger and jealousy inside her suddenly burst free. "Did he fuck you? Huh, baby? Did he shove a big hairy cock inside you yet?"
"I don't think that's any of your business, Pat!"
"It isn't, huh?" Her face was twisted into an ugly mask of outrage as she reached for June's arm and tightened her fingers on it with the force of a steel clamp. "I guess I just spent the whole winter writing letters to you every other day because I wanted a pen pal, huh? I guess I had nothing better to do with my money than call you long distance every weekend, hmmmm? I guess I've been eating my heart out all these months thinking about how wonderful it would be this summer when we were together again because I like to torture myself. No, baby, you're right. It's none of my business."
"I'm – sorry," June whispered.