The next afternoon several of the Campfire Girls went swimming but Dana and Claire, Lynda noticed, elected to remain behind in the dorm cabin. Claire came over and asked Lynda if she wanted to stay too. Then she motioned for her to come closer so no one would hear and confided in a low voice! "If you stay, you can look at Dana's dirty pictures again."
Since they had been interrupted the preceding night before Lynda had gotten to see very many, she was interested. But she remembered how another girl had walked in on them and almost caught them at it, and was afraid they might have the same thing happen. She was certain they would get into big trouble with Miss Kressler if that ever happened. Not one of them knew about Rosa's showing the three dropped pictures to the troop leader already. Lynda told Claire what she was afraid of.
"No, don't worry. We're doing it different this time. Dana found a nice spot around the corner of the dorm cabin where no one can see us. We'll be close enough to hear if Miss Kressler or anybody yells for us, but we'll be far enough away so that no one can see what we're doing and snitch on us for having the pictures," explained Claire.
"Okay," agreed Lynda, "great."
Several minutes later the three girls met at the spot. Dana shook her long blonde hair free of her collar and sat down on the ground, spreading the pictures out in front of her on the grass. She winked at Claire as she saw Lynda's eyes bug out. Claire exchanged smirks with the older girl. It had been Dana's idea to use the pictures to feel Lynda out on the subject of girl love, but first they had to show her the pictures showing males with the females.
Lynda pointed to one with a man poised over the backside of a woman. Both were stark naked and he was exhibiting a rather large penis.
"Oh, wow!" exclaimed the black girl. "I sure wouldn't want a man with a thing that big on him. That big thing would surely rip a brand-new hole for a girl."
Dana pounced upon her comment and turned the conversation to a more personal area.
"Heck, lots of guys will hurt a girl no matter how big their cock is. You know, just plain mean. Get their kicks from being rough with you. All they care about is getting their nuts off, and after that they're through with you," she observed.
Claire nodded in agreement.
"I know I never would do it with nobody like that," Lynda continued, looking down at the picture.
Dana started giggling and then Claire joined in. It was obvious they were laughing at Lynda, but she didn't know why. She looked up in amazement.
"What's wrong?" she demanded. "How come you two are both laughing at me!"
Dana answered. "Because you tattled on yourself," she giggled. "If you wouldn't want to let that guy do it to you, then that must mean you have let some boy in your pants or else you wouldn't have anything to compare his cock with. Right?"
If Lynda had not been black, her face would have been crimson. As it was, she just fidgeted and scowled at them.
"It does not mean I've let a boy in my pants. It doesn't mean that at all. I… I just mean I wouldn't let nobody in my pants. Just nobody at all. That's what I meant," she retorted.
But Dana turned the tables on her, further confusing her. "Really?" she asked, with an air of amazement. "You've never done it with any body? And you're fifteen years old?"
In actual fact, Dana was herself still a virgin. But her bluff worked. Lynda was in a quandary. She didn't want to admit the truth now that she had never participated in the act of love with a boy. But she had already claimed that she didn't want to do it with anyone at all.
Then Dana made it worse by making an example of Claire, who was only fourteen. Without saying as much, she intimated that Claire had sex with boys. Claire made it a direct question. "Well," she pointedly asked, "have you, Lynda? Have, you or not?"
By now Lynda was more composed. "Maybe," she coyly replied. "Maybe I have and maybe I haven't done it." She idly flipped a new picture on the grass and tried to end the conversation by staring at it intently, but the other girls would not allow it.
Dana broke the ice. "We were just teasing you, Lynda," she said. "Neither Claire nor I either one have ever done it."
"But we've done plenty of other stuff though, haven't we, Dana?" offered Claire.
Both girls giggled and exchanged meaningful glances.
Dana said, "The things I was saying about guys wasn't a joke, though. That's for real. Most of them are mean and rough." Then she added darkly, "Of course there are other ways for a girl to have fun and make herself feel real groovy without messing with boys at all."
Immediately, Lynda thought of masturbation and a faint smile played across her face. She wanted to impress Claire and Dana and now was her chance to show. "Oh, sure," she giggled, "you mean doing yourself with your fingers, huh?"
Dana and Claire looked each other. Although it wasn't the same answer they had in mind, Lynda's reply was so candid that it was very promising for their purposes.
"Yeah," admitted Dana. "A girl can always play with herself if she gets hot enough! But who says she had to do it by herself. There's still another way that I'm talking about." But before she left the subject and plunged on, she wanted to make all she could from the idea. "I'm not afraid to say I do it though – I do sometimes. It's just there's a better way. How about you two? You afraid to admit that you play with yourselves once in a while?" she asked.
Claire rose to the occasion first. She grinned mischievously and said, "Okay, I'm not afraid to admit it. Sometimes I do it in bed or maybe in the bathtub. But just when I'm… you know, just when I'm real worked up."
Both girls turned to Lynda. She didn't disappoint them. She cleared her throat and then began, "Well, if you must know…" then broke up laughing, "… if you must know, I do it too, and I do it a lot, not just a little!"
She kept laughing and the other girls broke into big smiles at her honest answer. Dana poked Claire in the ribs and nodded suggestively to her.
When Lynda finished laughing, she thought to herself, I wonder what these two would think if I was to tell them what I did with Miss Kressler? They wouldn't believe a word of it, that's what – I'm going to keep my mouth shut.
Lynda was getting the definite idea that Dana was flirting with the subject of girl love without coming right out and saying it. She wanted it out in the open if that's what she was talking about.
"What's the other way you were talking about, Dana?" asked the black teenager. "We've all admitted to one another that we diddle ourselves. What's the second way you were talking about?"
Lana was a bit taken aback by Lynda's directness. But she decided now was the time to say what she meant.
She raised her eyebrows and asked, "What I'm talking about is the fact that a girl can get her cookies without having a boy involved or using her own hand on herself. Some girls do for each other, you know. The lezzie bit."
She uttered the last phrase with haughtiness, daring Lynda to deny that she knew what a "lezzie" was. She had good reason, of course, to be certain that Claire knew what it meant. Very good reason considering what they did together on their first night at the campgrounds.