"Jesus!" Pat spat through clenched teeth. She let go of June's arm and stubbed out her cigarette angrily in the ashtray. "A boy, no less! I think I could have handled it if you'd told me you'd fallen hard for another chick. I even think I could have dealt with it if you'd told me there wasn't anyone else but you didn't want to start up with me again. But a boy…? How the hell do I compete with that? I don't have a cock, baby. If that's what you're crazy about this summer…"
"Pat, please," June begged. "Try to understand."
"I am trying! Maybe you'd better give me a little help, though, because I'm not doing so good on my own. When did all this start?"
"About three months ago."
"Is that when he fucked you for the first time?"
"Yes, but…" June stopped short, realizing too late that she'd admitted more than she intended.
"Oh, my God!" Pat moaned, getting up from the bed and covering her face with both hands. "Then it's true. You did! You did let him fuck you!"
"Of course I did!" June exclaimed. "I'm in love with him, Pat. Can't you understand that? When two people are in love with each other, it's only natural that they have a sexual relationship."
"Yeah? Tell me about it," Pat snorted with contempt. "How did it feel when he shoved it in you? Good? Oh, I guess it must have, if you're in love."
"You don't have to be so nasty about it."
"How do you expect me to feel? Honey, in case you've forgotten, may I remind you that you and I had a sexual relationship going for ourselves last summer? What about that?"
"That was different."
"Yeah, sure it was. Because I don't have a cock to shove in you; that's why it's different. I've only got fingers and a tongue, but that's not good enough for you now that you've had the real thing. What we did together was just practice for you, huh? Just fooling around, so you'd know what to do when you got into bed with the first prick who asked you."
"It's not like that with Gary at all!" June insisted. "He loves me!"
"He loves you because you put out for him!" Pat snapped. "You don't have to tell me about boys, honey. I know as much about them as I need to know – and that's too much."
"I'm sorry if I've hurt you…"
"Hurt me?" Pat shrieked. "Hell, no! Don't flatter yourself, honey. Yours isn't the only pussy in the world, you know. I can find somebody else as easily as you can, only I won't be so stupid as to look for a cock. When I go to bed with somebody I want there to be more to it than just a fast fuck and a mess to clean up afterwards."
"Then I guess we've got nothing more to say to each other," June said softly.
"I guess not." Pat began to strip off her clothes, dropping them to the floor and letting them stay wherever they fell. As she opened her blouse and let it slip off her shoulders, she noticed the quick flash of interest that ran through June's eyes. The girl had always been fascinated by the size of Pat's tits, and it seemed that even her adventures with the college boy hadn't dampened all her curiosity. "Go on and look, honey," Pat thought bitterly. "But you're mistaken if you think you can have your cock and eat me, too."
"Pat?"
"Huh?"
"Can we…"
"What?"
"Can we still be friends, I hope?"
"Sure," Pat said breezily, as she pulled down the zipper of her skirt and let it drop with a soft rustle around her legs. When she stepped out of it and looked at her friend's face, she noted once again the familiar look of desire in June's eyes as she stared at the seat of Pat's sheer panties. Her stare was so intense during that split-second before she realized Pat was watching her watch her that it seemed almost as though she were looking right through those panties to the dark-haired cunt underneath and remembering how good it had been to push her mouth against it and explore the juicy depths of the dark hole with her tongue.
"I hope we can always be friends, Pat."
"Why not? You can marry your boyfriend, get knocked up right away and have a houseful of babies, and in sixteen or seventeen years I'll come around and seduce all your little girls. Sure, we'll stay friends. I'm counting on you to supply me with young pussy for my old age."
"That's not funny," June retorted.
"I didn't mean it to be."
"Then you're going to stay angry with me all summer?"
Before answering, Pat slipped her hands into the waist of her sheer white panties and pushed them slowly down her hips. As more and more of the dark pubic bush surrounding her cunt came into view, she noticed that June's eyes were still darting back and forth from her body to the ceiling. It looked like she was trying her best to keep from staring at Pat's nakedness, but found the impulse irresistible.
"I'm not mad at you now," Pat insisted, as her panties dropped to her ankles and she stepped out of them. Completely naked now, with her legs slightly parted so June could see the pink meat of her cunt through the furry bush, she put her hands on her hips and declared, "Like I told you, if it didn't mean that much to you it didn't mean that much to me, either. I can always find somebody new. Maybe I'll try Shirley Adams this year. I see she's back for another summer. Last year I thought she was trying to put the make on me all the while I was fooling around with you. If she's still interested…"
"Oh, you wouldn't!" June exclaimed, her face openly showing her dismay. "Not with Shirley Adams!"
"Why not?" Pat shrugged. "She's a good-looking chick, isn't she? And she's built, too. She's got bigger tits than you do, anyway."
June lowered her head and whispered, "You always told me you liked my tits because they weren't too big."
"Yeah, well, you know how it is, honey," Pat smirked. "You say a lot of things you don't mean during a summer vacation. Why, I even recall somebody telling me that she loved me and didn't ever want to live without me."
June's cheeks burned bright red with shame as the words she'd spoken to her friend the previous summer came back to mock her. "I thought you meant what you told me."
"So did I," Pat snapped. "I guess maybe we'll both know better in the future, huh?" Running her hands lazily up and down the front of her body, she made an exaggerated yawn as she turned toward her own bed. "It's late," she said, "and those brats are going to be up at the crack of dawn; I just know it. How about if we put out the light and get some sleep?"
"Okay," June shrugged. "If that's what you want…"
"What else did you have in mind?"
"I-I just thought maybe you'd like to talk for a while. I mean, since we haven't seen each other for so long…"
"Honey," Pat laughed cruelly, "we'll be seeing each other all summer. We'll have all the time we want to talk our heads off. But right now, I'm just not in the mood."
She pulled down the covers on her bed and got in under them. As June flicked out the light on the bedside table, Pat curled herself up into a tight ball on her mattress and pressed her clenched fist against her mouth to keep from sobbing aloud as the well of frustration and hurt that had been building inside her for the last ten minutes threatened to break free.
If she had tried to conjure up a worse nightmare of what the summer was going to be like without June to love and be loved by, Pat knew she'd have failed at the effort. It was the last thing she'd expected. She had hoped that after a second summer of lovemaking, June would come to the same realization that she'd reached herself some time ago – namely, that they were meant for each other and should start giving some serious consideration to making plans to live together when they both graduated from college next year. She had hoped they would look for an apartment together in New York – or maybe travel out to San Francisco and see what the West Coast had to offer two young girls who were anxious to tackle life together. She'd imagined them buying furniture and dishes together; doing things to their apartment like making curtains and bedcovers; planning meals; having parties for friends they would meet as a couple.