"Oi! What about Maryon Alysun's forfeit?" interrupted Colin.
"Oh, yeah. Forgot about that," muttered Johnny. "Say, is it all right if I give her one later, before we leave, but when I think of something?"
"I guess that's okay," said the English boy, smiling at his cousin, who'd flopped down by Maryon again. "Later, later, masturbator!"
Derek barked out a laugh, then flushed deeply when Colin turned a bland gaze on him. "Okay, let's got on with it, Johnny," he mumbled.
"Well, Karen?" asked Johnny. "Are you or aren't you… and will you?"
"The answer to the first question is – no! No, I'm not, that is; yes, it's true. Okay? And to the second question, well, I'll let Derek prove it, all right?" And before anyone could object, she'd unbuttoned the top of her pale blue Levi's, unzipped a couple of inches, leaving marginal room, reached for her startled boyfriend's hand and thrust it down in back of her, his palm against her skin. From above Maryon could just see the dark-shadowed valley between the two squashed-up globes of Karen's butt before Derek's hand eased down against it. His wrist wriggled and his hand thrust deeper as he felt, clumsily, at her skin, then he withdrew it and, as Karen rearranged her clothes, said, a bit shamefacedly: "It's true, Johnny. Take my word for it."
His friend grinned. "Don't say I never did anything for you, Derek. Okay, I'm satisfied with that. Now, it's your turn."
Derek thought for a moment, rubbing his recently pants-immersed palm against his smooth young chin. "I think 'I'll try a Dare," he said, licking his lips and eyeing his black-haired girlfriend.
Johnny smiled at him. "Well, since Maryon the world-famous champion kisser took something off your girl, I'll give you a chance to get even. I… dare… you… to take Maryon up into the loft there and, before I count up to one hundred, take off her panties and bring her and them back down to us."
Derek's face was hot and his eyes shone as he looked from his friend toward Maryon, who felt a shiver of apprehension go through her. If it had been Colin-! But, still, they were letting her play with them, and not as if she were a little kid. Half reluctantly she stood up. "Okay, blondie?" breathed Derek, and she nodded.
"You don't start counting till we're both on the ladder, all right?" he flung back over his shoulder. Taking Maryon by the elbows, he steered her over to the ladder, where Colin obligingly made room for them, and let her get three rungs up before putting his own foot on the bottom rung. "Now, when he says, 'Go!' you just shoot up there, hear?" he whispered heavily in her ear. "When we get up there, just leave it to me. You don't want us both to get forfeits, do you?"
Johnny brought his hand down and said: "One!" and Maryon felt Derek's bony shoulder press hard up under the cheeks of her butt. Awkwardly but quickly she climbed up the ladder for the second time so far, everything happening so quickly about her that she hardly knew what she was doing. She fell over the lip of the loft and immediately she was being shoved forward from behind by the impatient boy.
"Eleven!" she heard from down below, and realized they'd have more time than she'd thought. She blinked in the semi-darkness, and coughed at the hay-dust, kneeling up. Derek, standing beside her, pushed her down so that she was on hands and knees.
"Fourteen!"
A rough hand caught at the hem of her skirt and flung it up over her back. "Please don't tear it!" she implored. Her only answer was a dig in the small of her back as he eased his knuckles up under her waistband so as to grasp the top of her brown panties.
"Eighteen!"
Looking back she saw Derek, silhouetted against the loft's opening, kneeling down behind her, his legs outside her own slender pair. On a new ploy, he ran his hands up her bare thighs until he could get his thumbs under the elastic there and then tugged, trying to jerk the whole thing down off her.
"Twenty-one!"
She felt her belly quiver as the front of her panties came a fraction free, and then his hot hands were at their top again, and this time she heard his sigh of relief as he got a good grip on them. He pulled until she felt the tight elastic slip completely over her butt, and she knew that even in that dim light he could see the plump round curves of flesh exposed to the air. For a second she felt his thumbs brush over her skin and she goose-bumped, her mouth dry.
"Twenty-seven!"
Johnny seemed to be counting awful slow… much slower than the first time. Or maybe it was only her imagination. The hands at her behind now completely circled the rumpled cloth at each side of her lower hips and then, in one smooth motion, it was down about her thighs. Roughly she felt a hand wriggle in between them and without demur she parted them a bit so as to let him drag the crotch-piece clear. Another second, and the pants rested on the backs of her knees.
"Thirty!"
"Lift your knees up!" hissed Derek, leaning over her, and, one by one, she obliged, so that in a moment he had them stripped completely from her.
"Thirty-two!" came from downstairs.
Glad that they were in plenty of time for their return, Maryon was about to sit up and pull her skirt down when an arm went about her and she was rolled over on her back in the soft, warm hay. "Hear that?" Derek breathed. "Still another sixty-six to go, and it'll only take us ten to get down. And I mean to get one of those super-kisses of yours, first!"
He flung himself upon her and she couldn't resist. She didn't really want to kiss him, but, if it pleased him, why not. She puckered up her little plump lips and offered her face to him in the dark, wincing a bit when his hard lips found hers and his strong tongue began to thrust between her teeth. Then, suddenly, she jumped as a hot sweaty hand grabbed her knee, slid steadily up her thigh, and finally clasped her at her joint, so that she could feel his thumb rub excitingly over her little bush of blonde fuzz. She hadn't expected this and, although she didn't much care for him, remembering all the while he was Karen's boy, not hers… it was pleasant to have him fondle her like that. Since Mike had stopped feeling her and playing with her, she'd missed the touch of someone on her juicy, tiny cunt… her own hands were never quite the same, though she could dream…
Half content, she lifted one slender leg and let it fall outward from the other, and thrilled as immediately Derek responded by sliding his forefinger beneath her until it was jammed in the crack-of her ass, while his thumb continued its pressing, circling play on her wide-open crotch. Against her face she could feel his heavy, hot, rapid breath. She struggled to thrust her slim hips up at him, and, as if in a dream, was about to move her own tiny hand in between them until she could touch him in the way she knew Mike liked to be touched when: "Eighty-two!" floated up from below and, to her regret, Derek released her.
"Christ!" he said, apparently to himself. "You're really hot for it kid, aren't you!?" He sounded astonished, which Maryon found surprising… wasn't this the grown-up way of girls and boys? She was almost mutinous when he grabbed her wrist, flipped down her skirt, and pulled her to her feet. "Let's get out of here," he said. "I've got things to teach Karen!"
He pushed her toward the ladder and, in a hurry now, she clattered down, acutely aware, all of an innocent sudden, that the other four were clustered at the ladder's foot and staring keenly up under her billowing skirt at her twinkling little cleft and her pulsing little buttocks. Not looking at them, she skipped to her bale of hay and sat down, crossing her legs to contain the fiery electric glow high between them, and watched as Derek jumped down and handed her brown pantie to Johnny just as the latter said, with a broad grin: "One hundred! Uh… what took you so long, Derek?" glancing down at his friend's bulging Bermudas. Hastily the boy plumped down next to the amused Karen.
Colin stepped forward and grabbed the tiny brown garment from Johnny. "Hah!" he said, waving them. "A good old-fashioned pair of knickers… just like the birds wear in the good old Yewwwwnited Kingdom! You'll get 'em back later, luv," he said in an aside to Maryon, throwing them on top of Karen's discarded piece of clothing. "Right, now… no hanging about, who's next?" he went on, squatting with his back to the ladder.