Eileen watched as the tall, bronzed figure across the lake walked to the end of the diving raft, arched his body, and shot out into the air. At that distance he was little more than a blur of copper skin, flashing blond hair, and blue bathing suit-yet seeing his body spin in an expert dive and disappear into the water, Eileen felt an ache deep in her thighs.
They had only seen each other twice: once at the beginning of the summer when all the counselors arrived at Camp Baldwin for orientation, and then again several weeks later, when he and some of the campers from the boys' side of the lake had gone out too far in a canoe, and had to hole up on the girls' side when a sudden summer storm threatened to swamp the tiny boat. But Eileen had watched him almost daily-looking across the wide expanse of water for the flash of his turquoise bathing suit. If she had thought to bring a pair of binoculars, she would have used them shamelessly. He was easily the most fascinating boy she had seen in all her eighteen years.
His name was Jeff-she knew that much. She also knew that he played basketball for a major Ivy League college, that he was going to begin his senior year there in the Fall, and that she was in love with him. It had started out as nothing more than an infatuation with his sparkling blue eyes, his almost-white, sun-bleached hair, his strong jaw, his sinewy muscles, his lopsided grin. Then, as Eileen spent more and more time confined to the girls' side of the lake, infatuation turned to desire. She dreamt about him coming to her in the night, covering her soft body with his hard, rugged one, possessing her. She had dreamt about Jeff so many times, in fact, that it was difficult for her to believe it had not happened. Only this constant ache inside her, like a bubble about to pop, reminded her that it was all fantasy.
As she watched, she saw his head bob up above the surface of the water, then heard his hearty laughter as he called to the campers above him on the raft-urging them to emulate the dive he had just made. She watched the cluster of little boys jump wildly into the lake. They, too, seemed infatuated by Jeff-ready to heed his every command, brave any danger, just so he would favor them with a pat on the head and a smile.
How Eileen wished she could be across the lake-showing Jeff the tricks she knew. She was positive she could coax more than a pat on the head out of him.
She felt her chest heaving, and when she looked down at her bathing suit, she could see two little points throbbing against the knitted fabric, where her nipples stirred in response to the thoughts running through her mind. Eileen had a beautiful bosom-and knew it. When she selected new clothes she always picked out sweaters two sizes too small, to emphasize the proud swell of her chest; or blouses with open-neck fronts, so she could give the world a peek at the deep cleft between the soft, pear-shaped breasts. Her hips were flared; her stomach smooth and flat-with only the suggestion of soft, feathery down around her navel. Her legs were long and shapely; her hands graceful with thin, tapered fingers. Her skin was almost milk-white. No matter how long she basked in the sun, not a speck of tan resulted. Which was just as well, since the ivory skin so perfectly set off her jet-black hair and eyes like sparkling bits of obsidian.
Her lips were wide and full, and with a natural moistness that made her look as though she had just run her tongue across them.
The little boys across the lake were climbing up on Jeff's shoulders, and with great heaves of his powerful arms he was lifting them up by their waists and tossing them squealing back into the water. A sharp stab of pain shot through Eileen's abdomen at the sight, as she imagined those mighty hands closing around her own waist....
"Eileen! Ginny splashed water in my eyes!"
She turned her attention back to the half-dozen or so pre-teen girls in her swimming class. "Brat!" she cursed to herself. "I wish she'd stick your whole head under water and sit on it for a few minutes!"
To the little girl herself, however, Eileen offered a token gesture of sympathy-and an admonishment to the water-splasher. Both of them were scrawny little creatures with braids and freckles and high, constantly-whining voices: the kind of kids parents were only too glad to get off their hands for the summer-no matter what it cost. Off their hands and onto Eileen's-and the countless other camp counselors at Baldwin and camps just like it all across the country. While Eileen had a natural aversion to little children, and only took the job because she desperately needed the money to start college in September, she had no idea it would be as bad as it was. Their constant bickering and screaming and temper-tantrums and crying were driving her batty.
Added to that was the camp rule which prohibited intermingling between the boys' side and the girls' side of the lake, except on special occasions, and kept Eileen completely out of reach of Jeff. Something had to be done, and fast, or she knew she would lose her mind.
As she was showing one of her charges how to dogpaddle, two of the other girls began pulling each other's hair, and in another moment the lake-front was one wild, screaming melee.
Eileen dropped the swimmer and waded to the middle of the fight. She grit her teeth and grabbed a hank of hair in each hand, then pulled hard. Two startled, pained faces looked up at her.
"She started it...." they began simultaneously, but Eileen couldn't bear to listen.
"I don't care who started it," she screeched, "I'm going to finish it!" She pulled once more on each girl's hair, then ordered them all out of the water. "Swimming is over for today," she commanded. "Since Ginny and LouAnn don't know how to behave, you can all spend the rest of the afternoon in the cabin."
A general hue and cry went up from the little group, but no matter how much they pleaded and promised to be good, Eileen would hear no more. The matter was finished-closed. She marched six misty-eyed, dripping-wet little girls back up the sandy lake-front to the log cabin quarters. As soon as they were inside, she ordered them to get out of their bathing suits and into pajamas; they were all to take a nap until supper.
She moved quickly across the wooden floor to the little private room at the rear of the cabin, zipped inside, and slammed the door behind her.
"Well! You're back early! What happened to swimming?"
Eileen looked up quickly, startled to find Louise, one of the other counselors, in the room. The tall, honey-blonde was flopped on her cot, a pair of Bermuda shorts riding high on her sleek, shapely legs. She and one other counselor, Roberta, shared the little room with Eileen, and die half-dozen smaller girls assigned to each of them slept in the common dormitory outside.
Eileen threw up her hands in exasperation and rolled her eyes. "Oh, those bratsl You can't turn your back on them a minute before they start picking at each other. I must have been nuts to have taken this job!"
Louise smiled understandingly and sat up on her mattress. The tight white jersey blouse she wore stretched tightly across her breasts, emphasizing their full cleavage. "I know what you mean," she said. "I made a deal with Roberta-if she watches mine for an hour so I can get some peace, I'll let her borrow some of my Chanel No. 5." The blonde laughed lightly. "I'd give her a gallon of the stuff if she'd take them for the summer!"
Eileen had been wiggling out of her bathing suit, but when she heard Louise's words she stopped, the wet material draped across her stomach, just above the navel. Her high, firm breasts stood damp and naked, the chocolate-brown nipples rigid from the sudden change of temperature.
"What does she want perfume for?" she asked, a puzzled expression on her face.
Louise's eyes scanned Eileen's naked chest, resting for a lingering moment on the hardened nipples, then moving up to meet the other girl's eyes. She laughed, a bit nervously Eileen thought. "How do I know? You know Roberta as well as I do-she's probably got a man stashed out in the woods somewhere for a big date tonight." Louise shook her head, her eyes returning to Eileen's breast. "It's disgusting the way that one is about men all the time, isn't it?"
Eileen felt a little shiver run down her back and turned, so Louise could no longer see her nakedness. "Yes, it is," she muttered. She pushed at the wet bathing suit until it flopped down around her ankles, then bounced quickly for a towel to cover herself. Something in the way Louise had stared at her made Eileen feel self-conscious about undressing in front of her. As quickly as she could, she toweled herself dry and dug into a drawer for a clean pair of panties and a bra.
Actually it was disgusting to Eileen the way her other roommate was constantly harping on the subject of boys. Not a night went by that she didn't have some erotic story to relate about her amorous exploits with the male gender. As Eileen lay under her covers in the dark, listening to Roberta's soft voice explain in detail the differences in love making technique between one boy and another, or telling about some unusual things she'd done with certain boys, she felt as though her insides were on fire. The images Roberta created set Eileen's thighs tingling, and often-when she brushed against her breasts with her hand-she found her nipples rigid and alert, as though they were responding to the tales as fully as they would if such things were being done to Eileen at that moment. On more than one occasion she had been forced to tell Roberta to shut up, and then spent several hours tossing fitfully on the mattress while images of Jeff ran in and out of her mind.
It wouldn't have been so bad if she wasn't cooped up with all those screaming little girls, Eileen told herself. She remembered pajama parties in high school, where she had gleefully joined in similar conversations. But that was different. There, at least, she knew that she could relieve any tensions such talk might build up in her by going out with her steady boy friend the next night. At Camp Baldwin, however, the boys-all of them-were far across the lake and her hopes of running into one accidentally were as slender as if she would hope to meet a man from Mars and go for a ride in his space ship.
But if Roberta wanted perfume....Eileen's mind began to click. Maybe somehow, in a way only Roberta would be able to pull off, she had made contact with the other camp and she did have a man stashed in the woods!
Eileen's jaw suddenly set in a hard, grim expression. Jeff! If Roberta had arranged anything with him, she'd find every one of her red hairs shoved down her throat!
"Where is she now?" Eileen said, whirling about to face Louise. Her fingers quickly buttoned her blouse and tucked the ends into her Bermudas.
Louise shrugged. "I'm not sure. Someplace in the woods, I guess. She was scheduled to take her group for a nature hike this afternoon."
Eileen slid her feet into a pair of sandals and sat down on the bed next to the blonde. "Would you do me a great favor, Louise?"
"Well, I don't know. What is it?"
Eileen put her hand on Louise's knee, then-seeing the sudden flicker in the blonde's eyes-quickly regretted it. She kept her fingers there just long enough to seem natural, then hastily withdrew them. "Would you keep an eye on those six she-demons out there for a little while? I told them they've got to take a nap until supper, so they shouldn't be too much trouble for you."
"Oh, I don't know if I-"
"Please?" Eileen coaxed. Her eyes looked softly into the blonde's. "For me? Just this once?"
Louise sighed heavily. "Well, all right. Just this once. But don't expect this to become common practice."
Eileen was so relieved she forgot herself and flung her arms about Louise's shoulders, planting a quick, happy kiss of thank you on the blonde's cheek. As she pulled away, she saw Louise's cheeks turn crimson. "Thanks a heap," she said quickly, and ran out of the room.
The woods around Camp Baldwin were not particularly dense, but Eileen's sense of direction was practically nil. When she left the little bungalow she thought she was headed in the right direction to find Roberta, but the more she wandered, the more she realized she had no idea where she was going. The woods seemed totally alien to her-one tree looked exactly the same as another, and after stopping and back tracking several times and then pressing forward in the opposite direction, she had no idea whether she was ten miles into the forest or a few feet from the camp buildings.
She stopped under a tall pine to rest. Her heart was beating furiously and her throat felt dry and tight. She knew if she gave herself half a chance she could easily break down into tears. How long would it take a search party to find someone, she wondered. What kind of animals were lurking behind the trees-and what happens in the woods at night? She was scared. Petrified. She began to move onward, calling Roberta's name hesitantly-not too loudly, for fear of attracting a bear or wolf or whatever else might be hiding in the woods waiting to attack her.
Suddenly she stopped, hearing voices. She listened intently. The sounds of laughter and happy talk were coming not more than a few yards away. Sighing deeply in relief, Eileen ran through the underbrush and was just about to burst into the clearing at the edge of the trees when she stopped. Something was wrong. The voices she heard weren't from Roberta's group of girls-nor from any of the campers on her side of the lake. These voices were deeper in pitch-more robust in tone. She crouched to her knees in the grassy thicket and pushed aside a branch. She gasped at what she saw.
Somehow she had managed to come all the way around the lake and now knelt less than ten feet away from the outdoor shower on the boys' side! At least two dozen campers, from age seven through their middle teens, most of them well into puberty, frolicked in under the jets of water, soaping themselves and splashing water merrily, completely oblivious to the outside world. And there, in the middle of them all, was Jeff!
Eileen's heart pounded up into her throat as she recognized him. He was standing with his back to her, but she could tell him instantly by the almost white hair that covered his head.
He was playing along with the other, younger boyssquirting water at them, snapping a washcloth playfully, and fending off the attacks they made on him. Like the rest of the boys, he was completely nude.
Eileen turned away, but something inside her made her turn back a moment later. His body was perfecteverything she had imagined it to be. The muscles running across his back and shoulders were like iron-rippling as he moved. His legs were as thick and as powerful as the trunks of young trees, heavily covered with light blond hair. His bare buttocks were firm and solid, practically motionless as he exerted himself in the water play. Compared to the deep bronze skin covering the rest of his body, this thin strip of pure white skin seemed all the more shocking-and exciting-to her.
What if he were to suddenly turn around? Eileen wondered. She felt a cold shiver run through her at the thought of seeing Jeff completely naked, his body facing her in all its male splendor. At the same time she wanted it to happen and she dreaded that it might. Her legs felt like rubber beneath her, and the palms of her hands were covered with a fine film of cold perspiration. She had to swallow hard to remove a lump that had settled there as she watched Jeff and listened to him playing with the younger boys. Her thighs were rocking back and forth involuntarily and her breasts felt swollen to the point of bursting.
Just then Eileen heard a twig crack a short distance behind her. The beating of her heart increased two-fold as she backed away from the bushes and stood up, trying to make a fast retreat before she was discovered. It was too late.
"Well! This is a pleasant surprise!"
The boy stood several feet in front of her, his hands on his hips, a broad smile on his face. Eileen had no idea how long he'd been standing there, or if he'd seen her peeking through the bushes.
"I-I'm lost," she stammered, feeling the rush of blood to her cheeks.
The boy laughed. "That's obvious! Unless I got stuck with the wrong kind of campers in my cabin!" His eyes roamed up and down her body, seeming to strip away her clothes as she stood there. His gaze was hot-hungry.
She tried to laugh, but she knew as soon as it came out of her mouth that it sounded phony, forced. "I was looking for some of the girls from the other side of the lake-they're on a nature hike. I'm a counselor," she explained. She knew she was making a fool of herself, but the boy's sudden presence had shaken her so badly she hadn't the chance to regain her composure. "I don't know these woods very well, and ... well ... I got lost!"
The boy laughed again. His smile was broad, exposing a fine set of flashing white teeth against his deeply-tanned features. His light brown hair was combed loosely across his forehead, a stray wisp hanging down almost to his eyes. He was tall; not as tall as Jeff, but close to six feet. His yellow knit shirt and black Bermudas clung tightly to his muscled body, and as he stood before her he seemed to pull in his stomach to emphasize his expansive chest all the more.
"You won't find any girls' nature hike around here," he kidded. "Unless you girls are out after a different kind of bird! That's the boys' shower just beyond."
Eileen felt herself blush again. Had he seen her peeking, and was now rubbing it in but good?
"Could you show me the way back to my own side of the lake, please?" she asked, not looking at him.
"Sure," he said. "But on one condition."
"What's that?"
"You tell me your name. Mine's Frank."
Eileen stared at him in silence for a long moment. She should have known. He couldn't care less whether she'd been watching Jeff in the shower; all that interested him was her body. She felt herself bristle at the selfassured way he examined her-at the confident grin on his face. He thought he'd stumbled onto a sure thing, huh? Well, he'd find out a few things before she was finished with him.
She smiled shyly, casting her eyes downward. "Okay, Frank," she said softly. "It's a deal. My name's Eileen."
She looked up at him, at the way he was puffing out his chest and grinning from ear to ear. "You girls should be more careful in these woods," he said. "You never know what might happen-especially if a girl's as pretty as you are." He leered suggestively and winked.
Eileen felt her blood rising angrily, but she fought to suppress it. She knew she could put him down much more efficiently by not getting angry. She stared at him with a look of wide-eyed innocence. "Like what?" she cooed.
Frank seemed flustered by her answer. "Well, uh, there's all kinds of animals for one thing...."
"Do animals notice if a girl's pretty or not?" she asked sweetly.
The boy grinned. "Some do. Wolves, for instance."
"Or pigs," Eileen thought in disgust. Frank's supreme confidence in his own attractiveness was really getting to her. She'd known so many like him: all talk and no action. Or when they did act they gave pretty weak performances. It seemed a common failing of boys who weren't much good with girls to put on a big display of manliness-as though by convincing others of their prowess they could convince themselves, and just possibly live up to the image diey projected.
They started off through the woods, and as they walked Frank told her about himself. He was a junior at Rutgers, on the football squad-second string-and unattached. That point he stressed time and again, looking straight into Eileen's eyes as he repeated it. She knew that he was making a play for her, and on any other occasion she just might have been interested. But her mind was still filled with the image of Jeff's naked body, and was unable to concentrate on Frank's constant chatter. She mumbled yes and no every now and again, just to keep up the pretense of listening, and smiled sweetly and asked him to repeat what he'd just said when he caught her with a question that demanded more than a single word answer.
Her ears were still ringing with the sound of Jeff's laughter. What would have happened if Frank had not come upon the scene just when he had? It was inevitable that Jeff would have turned to retrieve his towel sooner or later-and when he did, he would have been standing full-face in Eileen's direction. She cursed Frank for interrupting it all. If he hadn't stumbled along, she would have seen all of Jeff-would know at that moment just what his body was like: the muscular chest, the strong stomach, the heavy thighs....Damn! The more Eileen thought about it the madder she got.
And yet, she couldn't be sure that she shouldn't be grateful to Frank in a way. Perhaps things would only be worse for her if she'd seen Jeff completely nude, knew all that he had to offer. What would her dreams be like then, she wondered, if she tossed and turned half the night as it was?
The idea of seeing a boy naked did not shock Eileen. She remembered with a warm glow deep inside her, several boys who had helped to clear away her doubts, fears, and questions concerning the male anatomy during numerous sessions in parked cars and theatre balconies. No, a boy's apparatus didn't frighten her-it excited her-made her weak inside-brought out suppressed needs.
They reached a little grove of trees about half-way around the lake and Frank stopped. Oh, brother! Eileen thought. Here it comes!
He drew a pack of cigarettes out of his shirt pocket and tapped it againt his thumb. "Have one?" he said, holding it out to her. "We're not supposed to smoke around the little guys, so I've got to sneak off in the woods when I feel the need coming on." A certain twinkle in his eye hinted at a double meaning in his words-a vaguely disguised suggestion of other needs that could be fulfilled in the woods.
"I know what you mean," Eileen said, taking the cigarette and inhaling deeply as he lit it for her. "I feel the same way myself, sometimes." She flashed a pretty smile at him, then casually slumped to the soft grass. She sprawled her legs out from her body-her back propped against the trunk of a thick tree. Two could play the same game.
Frank got to his knees before her, rocking slightly until he adjusted his weight. "I guess it's pretty bad being cooped up over there with all those girls," he said sympathetically. "I know it's hell for me with just those juvenile delinquents to stare at." He slumped down onto his buttocks, drawing out his legs so they grazed against Eileen's.
She shivered, feeling the coarse hair of his leg brush against her smooth skin-feeling the warmth of him against her. Abruptly she drew her knees up and rested her elbows on them. She knew that as she leaned forward the neck of her blouse billowed out, and she was fairly confident that from Frank's position he could see almost to her navel.
"Yes," she sighed, "it does get pretty bad at times. A girl feels that she needs-" She hesitated, noting the quick, expectant uplift of Frank's eyebrows. "-someone to talk to once in a while," she finished. "Girls can be so dull at times."
Frank laughed nervously. "That's not what I'd say!"
Eileen went over even further, wiggling her soft bottom in the grass so that her breasts swayed only inches from Frank's eyes. She could sense his awareness of her body-his growing agitation. He seemed to be inching closer with each second. "Oh, do you find girls interesting?" she asked sweetly. "I don't. Personally I think boys have-so much more to offer." Her voice was low, suggestive.
Frank's hand reached out and cupped her knee cap. He tossed away his cigarette. "I think you're a very interesting girl, Eileen," he said hoarsely. Desire was written all over his face. That was it. That was all she needed. No sense in carrying the game too far.
"I think we'd better get started back," she said abruptly. "They'll be wondering what happened to me if I'm not at camp soon."
She started to rise, but Frank did too. She was only inches away from him; could feel his warm breath on her face as he drew in and out heavily. His eyes were burning with lust.
"Don't go yet," he whispered hotly, and then his arms were around her, pulling her close to him, grinding his lips down on hers. She felt his hands digging into her shoulder blades, his tongue prodding at her tightly-closed lips. Her nostrils were filled with the scent of him: the faint, lingering trace of after-shave, the musky sweetness of salty perspiration on his cheeks. He was groaning, working his legs back and forth against her.
Suddenly it became too much to stand. The many lonely nights, the erotic dreams, the nude males she had just seen in the showers, Frank's insistent prodding, his aroused body-they all accumulated in a great painful ache that had to find release. Slowly, hesitantly, her lips opened. She felt his tongue rush through instantly, striking her own wet, pink one and lashing it with furious desire.
Frank's hands slid further down her back, so that he clutched her buttocks. She could feel the fingers gripping her like iron claws, pressing her tightly against his body. His desire was like a steel rod against her soft flesh. She could feel him throbbing at her as their locked hips twisted and ground against each other.
Her head felt ready to explode. All it would take would be a sign-a whimper, a thrust of her own body, a gentle nibble of his lips-and he would possess her. She felt a sharp stab of pain deep in her thighs at the thought of Frank's body taking her there on the grass. She could almost feel the heavy weight of him atop her-the first shooting ache as their bodies fused-her hips arching to meet him, envelop all of him, and then the beginning of the slow, steady, extremely pleasurable rhythm....
She broke the kiss and tried to wiggle out of his arms. She couldn't go through with it-not with Frank-not like that. As much as she wanted him, needed him, she knew she would have to wait for Jeff. All of this passion was for him. It wouldn't be the same if she gave another boy what was meant for, stored-up for, Jeff.
"What's the matter?" he gasped. He tried to draw their bodies together again, but Eileen was squirming too ferociously.
"No!" she cried. "No-please stop this! I can't!"
Frank's hands tried to roam over her buttocks, urging her back to him. "Come on," he whispered. "Come on-you know you want it."
She wiggled free her hand and slapped him hard arcoss the face. She was really angry now. Even if she did want it, she had the right to submit to her desires or fight them off. "Let go of me!" she screamed.
Frank's hands dropped to his sides and he stepped back as quickly as if he had just discovered the plague on her. "All right," he said. "Play your little game." An angry frown creased his forehead.
"It's no game," Eileen cried. She stomped off toward the lake. "I'll find my own way back from here, thank you."
She turned just as she reached the edge of the water. Frank was standing right where she had left him, glowering at her.
"We'll meet again," he called.
"Like hell!" Eileen shouted, then rushed back toward the girls' camp.
CHAPTER TWO
Eileen could tell by the number of young girls inside the bungalow that Roberta was back with the two other groups. She hurried through the chattering little urchins and opened the door to her bedroom. Roberta was sitting on Louise's bed, and they were both smoking.
"Where've you been?" Louise asked. "Those brats of yours were driving me wild!"
Eileen laughed nervously. "You won't believe this, but I got lost in the woods."
Roberta whooped, her eyes widening with interest. "Who with?"
"It wasn't like that," Eileen insisted, trying to calm the redhead's gales of laughter. "I was looking for you-and I lost my way."
Roberta giggled a few more times, then tried to be serious. "How did you find your way back?"
"Well, I met this boy and-"
"I knew it!" Roberta shrieked. She tugged on Louise's arm, trying to get her to join in the teasing. "Didn't I tell you she had something up her sleeve? I knew she was acting too goody-goody to be for real!"
Eileen sighed in exasperation. "Honestly, Roberta, you've got only one thing on your mind, haven't you?"
"Don't you, honey?"
Eileen blushed and stammered. "Well-I-"
"Sure, I know," die redhead taunted. "You've got a little something going with Louise-that's why boys don't interest you!" She roared with laughter, then stopped abruptly when she saw the deadly serious expressions on the other girls' faces. Louise was glowering at her as though she wanted to strangle her, and Eileen's eyes were opened wide with shocked surprise. "I-I didn't mean it," Roberta faltered. She tried to laugh again. "Oh! You two! I never could tell when you were teasing me!"
Louise laughed lightly and rose from the bed, but her eyes searched Eileen's face for a long moment.
"Who is this boy you met in the woods?" Roberta asked, her faux pas already forgotten.
"His name is Frank," Eileen said. She held Louise's stare as long as she could, then dropped her eyes and nervously lit a cigarette.
"Is he nice?"
"He's all right."
"Oh-ho! He must be something special and you don't want us to snatch him away from you!"
Eileen sighed again. Sometimes Roberta acted like a love-struck teenager. Her constant chatter about boys and little love intrigues got on Eileen's nerves. It was easy to see why Louise thought so little of the redhead. "If you want to think so, Roberta," she said.
Louise chuckled and flipped her cigarette out the open window. "Why don't you tell us what you've got planned for tonight?" she said, staring at the little redhead.
Roberta bounced up and down on the mattress. "It's so groovy!" she squealed. Then her voice dropped to a near-whisper. "You've got to promise to keep this a secret. I met this boy from across the lake. His name is Jerry, and he's one of the senior counselors. He teaches the little brats boxing-and man, does he have the muscles! When you look at him in a bathing suit you just melt-"
"All right!" Louise snapped. "We get the picture. What about him?"
Roberta seemed hurt for a moment, but it quickly passed. "Well, since he's a senior counselor he can come and go as he pleases. He told me he's got a cache of beer hidden somewhere in the woods and can get a little boat. We're going to go for a ride tonight! Doesn't it sound dreamy?"
"Super," Louise said flatly, the sarcasm in her voice completely missed by the little redhead, but not by Eileen.
"Hey, do you two want to come along?" Roberta asked. "I'm sure Jerry could dig up two other guys for you. What do you say? We could have a real blast!"
Louise shook her head instantly. "Not for me, thanks. Who would stay with the kids?"
"Oh, don't worry about them," Roberta chided. "You know as well as I do that once their heads hit the pillow they're out for the night. Come on, what do you say?"
"I still say no," Louise said. "Whether the kids are asleep or not isn't the point. We're being paid to watch over them, not run around half the night with some boys."
Roberta rolled her eyes and turned down the comers of her mouth, turning to Eileen for a silent confirmation of what she thought about Louise's sense of fun. "How about you?" she asked. "Are you game?"
"Well-I-" Eileen hesitated. She was game-by all means, especially after the session with Frank. In fact, she had been looking for Roberta to suggest almost exactly that type of thing. She was positive that the redhead could pull off a meeting between the two camps, and she was right. The feat was accomplished-all she had to do was say yes. But there was Louise to contend with something Eileen had not stopped to consider earlier. She never suspected that the blonde would be such a stick-in-the-mud. Wasn't she just as anxious as they were to have a good time-to let loose and enjoy herself? Wasn't she tied up inside also, needing a release before she went nuts?
One look at the set, stony expression on Louise's face convinced Eileen that the answer was no. Or at least that if Louise did have some unfulfilled needs, she would not resolve them by going out in a boat with some boys and a case of beer.
"No, Roberta," she said slowly. "Louise is right. I'm not interested in anything like that." She saw a slow smile creep over the blonde's face just before she turned her back on the other two girls. Roberta was just about to protest when Eileen put a finger up to her lips to shush her. She winked broadly as she continued. "I don't think you should go through with it, either. You ought to get in touch with this Jerry and tell him you're sorry but you can't meet him."
Roberta took a long time to understand Eileen's wink, but at last she got the picture. "You're right," she said in a solemn voice, but winking back at Eileen at the same time. "I'll let him know it's no dice."
CHAPTER THREE
After a dinner that seemed to drag on endlessly and the traditional campfire sing that went on interminably, Eileen finally herded her girls back to their bungalow and hustled them into their pajamas for bed. Her own heart was racing furiously and she wanted to prod along the slow pokes. It was all arranged! Roberta had given her the sign at dinner-in a little while she would be with Jeff! Jeff!
"Come on, Lou-Ann!" she barked, shoving the little girl toward her cot. "We don't have all night you know." She could just see him taking her in his arms, those strong hands pressing down on her breasts, his warm fingers sliding in under her waistband and down-down over her stomach...."Come on!" She flipped the covers up over the young girl's head and snapped out the light. "Good night," she said hurriedly, then rushed back to the bedroom she shared with Roberta and Louise. It had been her night to settle the campers.
Roberta was already in her pajamas, sitting on the edge of her bed and working at her fingernails with an emory board. Louise, however, was full-dressed, and smoking silently in her chair.
"Are they all settled?" she asked, as Eileen shut the door behind her.
She nodded yes.
"What do you two say to a game of cards?" Louise asked.
Roberta and Eileen exchanged quick glances.
"Not for me, thanks," Roberta said, yawning elaborately. "I've just about had it for today. I'm going to turn in right now." She pulled back the covers of her cot and slid in under them.
"How about you, Eileen?" Louise asked. "Care for a game of gin rummy?"
Eileen stammered. "No thanks. I-I'm pretty bushed, too." She laughed. "I think that adventure in the woods tired me out." She heard Roberta giggle into her pillow, and wanted to punch her a good one, but Louise apparently didn't notice.
"All right," she said. "I'll play solitaire, I guess."
Roberta grunted, and flopped onto her other side, pounding her pillow as she did so.
Eileen undressed quickly, leaving her clothes in a neat little pile beside her bed. When she was in her nightie she turned down her covers and crawled into the bed. "Good night, Louise," she said.
"Good night."
Eileen closed her eyes and waited. And waited. And waited. Louise seemed determined to pay the all-time record number of solitaire games. Just when Eileen thought she was finished, she heard the blonde shuffle the cards together again and set up a new game.
She tried to keep the image of Jeff out of her mind; thinking about what was going to happen-or what she hoped was going to happen-only made the waiting worse. What would he think of her, she wondered. Roberta's friend, Jerry, was supposed to have asked him to come along; at least that's what the redhead had told her. But how had he phrased it, Eileen wondered. Did he say something like, "Hey, Jeff, there's a babe across the lake who's got hot pants for you?" or did he simply invite him along for a few beers and some laughs in the boat?
Eileen really didn't care. All that bothered her was that if Louise played very many more games of solitaire the two boys would either get tired of waiting and go back to their own camp, or consume so much beer that they would be useless once she and Roberta got to them. If only Louise would shut off that damn light and go to bed!
Eileen shook her head and blinked open her eyes. The room was dark, with only a few beams of moonlight shining through the open window. Roberta was bending over her, shaking her by the shoulder.
"Come on, get up," she whispered. "The bitch finally went to sleep."
Eileen was momentarily dazed, wondering what was going on. Then she remembered-Jeff! She must have fallen asleep waiting for Louise to go to bed.
She jumped off the mattress and reached for her bra and panties. "Don't bother with those," Roberta whispered harshly. "We don't have the time." Then she giggled. "Besides, you'll only be taking them off again when we get to the boys!"
Eileen smiled in the dark and slipped into her Bermudas and blouse. The material felt cool, slightly abrasive, against her naked skin-not at all like the silky, delicious feeling of the panties sliding up her legs or the soft warmth of the bra cups when she fastened herself into them. But at the same time she felt a chill of excitement at going outside practically nude. There was something daring and forbidden about it all.
When Eileen had wiggled into her sandals, the two girls tip-toed to the door. Louise was breathing heavily in her bed. They exchanged conspiratorial smiles and slipped out into the larger dormitory, closing the bedroom door silently behind them. A few moments later they were outside in the cool night air.
"Down by the lake," Roberta whispered, pointing toward the spot where Eileen had given her swimming lesson that afternoon. "They should be waiting for us there."
Together they ran happily over the damp grass, laughing softly to each other as the sense of adventure flooded through them both.
Eileen saw the boat first. It was beached on the sand, and two dark figures sat next to it, little pin points of red cigarette ends dangling from their hands. Eileen's heart fluttered once more. This was it-the moment she'd been waiting for.
The boys spotted them and stood up. One of them waved, and Roberta called out softly, "Jerry! Hi, I'm sorry we're late." She ran ahead of Eileen and flung her arms around the boy's waist, reaching up for the kiss he quickly offered.
Eileen moved hesitantly now-suddenly nervous at the imminent confrontation. She watched her feet move across the sand rather than look up and meet Jeff's eyes. She stopped at the little circle.
"This is Eileen, Jerry," Roberta said.
"Hi, Eileen!" a hearty voice greeted.
"We've already met," another male voice resounded.
Eileen's ear pricked up. She knew that voice-butbut it wasn't Jeff's! She lifted her head quickly.
"Frank!" she gasped.
He smiled down at her. "Hi," he said with a leering grin. "I knew we'd be meeting again."
"Frank!" Eileen whispered once more, shaking her head slowly from side to side. She was thunderstruck! What was he doing there-and where was Jeff? She looked quickly at Roberta, who stood beaming at her with her arm tightly around Jerry's waist.
"Something wrong, honey?" the redhead asked.
Wrong? Eileen wanted to throw the little bitch down on the sand and jump on her head until she was buried ten feet under! How could she do this to her? How? Was this Roberta's idea of a joke?
"Can I see you for a moment?" she said, her voice ice-cold and grim.
Roberta looked puzzled, but broke away from Jerry and walked a few yards off with Eileen. She squealed as Eileen grabbed her hard by the wrist and twisted.
"What in the hell are you trying to do to me?" she demanded. "If you expect me to go out with him you're nuts!"
Roberta didn't understand. "What's wrong?" she asked. "I only did what you told me to do!"
"I didn't tell you to bring him along! I wanted Jeff!"
"The boy you met in the woods?" Roberta asked hesitantly.
Eileen pounded her fists against the top of her head. "Oh God!" she swore. "How dumb can you get! Frank is the boy in the woods-not Jeff! I wanted Jeff, do you understand? Jeff!"
Roberta's face fell. "Oh, Eileen! I'm so sorry! How could I have done this? I guess I was confused about the two names and all-I'm sorry," she whispered. Her voice seemed close to tears.
Eileen stared blankly at the other girl. She should have expected something like this. It was too good to be true that Roberta could be trusted to get her mind off boys long enough to concentrate on details. She had bungled it but good. The more Eileen thought about it the madder she got. Not only would she miss out being with Jeff, but who knew what Frank now thought-what Jerry had told him? Whatever it was, Eileen felt sure that the boy believed she had been turned on by him in the woods that afternoon and now wanted more of the same. She'd be damned if she'd give him that opportunity.
"Well, sorry doesn't help the situation any now," she snapped. She shook her head in disgust. "You can count me out for tonight. I'm going back to bed." She started to walk away, but Roberta reached out frantically for her arm.
"No!" she whispered loudly, her voice filled with panic.
"If you go then Jerry and I will be stuck with Frank, and our night will be ruined!"
"Would you rather I be stuck with him?" Eileen hissed, wheeling sharply to face Roberta. "You're the one who made the mistake, now you're stuck with him."
There were tears in the redhead's eyes. "Eileen, please," she begged. "Just come along with us and keep him busy. You don't have to do anything with him if you don't want to."
"No. I'm sorry, but no."
"Why not? He seems like a nice enough guy. He might even show you a good time."
"That's precisely why I won't go out with him-because I'm positive he'll try something. And I don't want him, Roberta. I want Jeff I"
The redhead seemed frantic. She clutched at Eileen's hand, "listen, if you take Frank off our hands tonight I promise Jerry will arrange something between you and Jeff."
Eileen's determination faltered suddenly. "How can you be sure?" she asked warily.
Roberta grinned. "Listen, honey, after tonight Jerry will do anything for me-believe me. His weakness is girls."
Eileen smiled for the first time. "You seem awfully sure of yourself."
"You've never seen me in action!" Roberta boasted honestly.
"Well ... all right," Eileen said slowly. "But if you don't keep your promise, the fur is really going to fly."
The redhead patted her hand. "Don't worry. When I get done with him tonight it'll be all set."
The boys had two six-packs of cold beer stored in the bottom of the boat, and as they drifted out over the glassy-smooth surface of the lake, they popped four cans and passed them around.
Roberta and Eileen sat in the middle of the boat, facing each other, and the boys sat behind them. The redhead was nestled between Jerry's legs, her body pressed tightly against his thighs and chest. One of his hands, Eileen saw, was draped casually around Roberta's waist, the fingers resting lightly on her lap. His other hand, holding the beer can, hung over her right shoulder and grazed the side of her breast as the tiny boat rocked on the water.
Eileen sat stiff-backed, as far away from Frank as she could get. In the narrow confines of the boat, however, that wasn't very far and she felt his legs along the length of her hips-pressing gently.
"Isn't this romantic?" Roberta sighed. She twisted her head around to meet Jerry's mouth, pulling his head down to her as they kissed long and deeply.
"Yeah," Eileen grunted under her breath, "just peachy."
"What's that?" Frank's hands rested lightly on her shoulders, tugging her gently backwards as his lips moved close to her ear.
She felt herself shiver as his breath tickled inside her ear and along her neck, but stiffened away from him.
"You don't look very comfortable," he continued. His hands slid down off her shoulders, inching their way slowly toward her breasts as he drew her toward himself. "Why don't you lean on me?"
Eileen twisted her head quickly and stared hard into his eyes. When she spoke, her voice was syrupy-thick with sarcasm. "I want a man to lean on, not a boy, thank you."
She saw fire flash in his eyes as his hands released her.
"Don't be too sure of yourself, baby," he hissed. "I'm man enough for you and then some."
Eileen felt a tingle run down her back, remembering the way his hard body had pressed againt her that afternoon. Better not goad him too far, she thought, suddenly timid of the vicious look in his eyes. Wounding a man's pride was the best way to incite him to attack, she knew, and decided to call off the battle-at least temporarily.
"Maybe you are at that," she conceded, hoping the compliment would soothe his ruffled feathers. But when she leaned a little closer, she felt him nudge her away.
"Let me drink my beer," he growled.
Eileen snapped bolt upright. To hell with him and his pride; she didn't ask him to come along. He was spoiling the whole night for her. If Jeff had been along things would be different-her mood wouldn't be at all like it was now. She'd be having as much fun as Roberta.
She stared ahead of her at the redhead and Jerry. They were locked in each other's arms, with the girl twisted almost completely around and lying flat on the boy's stomach. Her hands were tangled in his hair; his were exploring up in under her blouse.
"I'm glad she's having a good time," Eileen thought miserably, feeling resentment toward Roberta bubble up in her.
She was about to reach for another beer when she heard Roberta moan. The redhead broke away from her date, her voice breathless and panting heavily. "Let's go somewhere, honey," she sighed. Jerry nodded and sat up straight.
"Hey, Frank," he called, "let's paddle this tub ashore, okay?"
As Eileen watched the two boys dip their oars into the water she felt the blood draining from her cheeks. She knew why Roberta wanted to go ashore, and exactly what would happen when they got there. What was she expected to do-go picking berries to kill time until Roberta and Jerry finished? If she weren't so afraid of the woods at night, she'd have planned to stalk back to camp.
Frank and Jerry jumped out to guide the boat onto shore, then helped the girls climb out. Roberta's face was flushed, her eyes dancing with eager anticipation. She flung her arms around Jerry and kissed him hard, then-both of them laughing-ran off into the dark bushes with him.
Eileen plopped down on the sandy shore, feeling totally miserable. It wasn't fair, she thought. It just was not fair. Why should she have to sit there and suffer, feeling that old ache rise up in her legs again, while Roberta had all the fun? She listened to the little squeals of pleasure floating out from the woods, and grit her teeth. She could just imagine what was happening: the hands roaming over the redhead's body, the eager tongue and lips caressing her, Jerry's sighs as he slowly undressed her, his first grunt of pleasure as they made contact.
Eileen squirmed in the sand. She just couldn't take it any longer. It was inhuman to make her endure such punishment. Suddenly, hearing the sharp hiss of a match being struck close by, she realized she was being foolish. All right, she didn't have Jeff. But there was Frank-and he certainly had all the necessary equipment, as well as the desire for her. He'd proven both those points that afternoon. She didn't love him; she didn't even like him. But for just this once-for tonight-she needed him.
A slow smile crept over Eileen's face. She felt foolish-like a starving man who enters a restaurant and orders steak, then leaves just as hungry when he's told there's none left. What was wrong with the other items on the menu? Why not settle for a chop or some chicken if there was no steak? She didn't have to make the substitute a permanent diet, but in a pinch it would at least temporarily satisfy this gnawing hunger inside her.
She got to her feet and moved silently across the sand until she stood behind Frank. She touched him lightly on the shoulder, felt him jump in surprise. "Can I have some of that?" she purred.
He glowered at her, then held out the lighted butt. She took it and drew in deeply, then blew out the smoke in slow, sexy little puffs as she handed it back to him. Her fingers grazed the back of his hand and rested there for a moment as he took possession of the cigarette.
"Like you said this afternoon-sometimes you have to come out to the woods to satisfy a need." She held his surprised, mistrustful stare, then dropped her eyes coquettishly.
Frank said nothing. He took another pull on his cigarette, then turned to look out at the moon twinkling off the blue-black water.
Eileen felt herself tighten inside. Had she gone too far earlier, and not only scared him off but made him repelled by her touch? She doubted it. There seemed to be that momentary flicker of interest in his eyes before he turned away. And yet....She knew there was only one way to be sure.
She walked up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist, just above the buckle of his belt. She rested her cheek against his back. "Frank," she purred, "you're not mad at me-are you?" Her fingers began to wiggle beneath his belt, touching the elastic band of his underpants. He grew tense, then pulled away from her so abruptly she almost toppled to the ground.
"Dammit, Eileen, how far do you have to go to squash a guy?" He wheeled to face her, his fist clenched, his face set in a grim, hard line. "Do you know what happens to girls who like to tease and then don't deliver?" He gulped for air. "They get hurt; that's what."
"Who said I was teasing?" She took a step toward him.
"You don't have to say it. I know you well enough by now to know what would happen if I made a play for you."
"Do you?" Eileen's hand went slowly to the top bottom of her blouse and slipped it open.
"Yes," Frank said, although his voice sounded less certain than it had a few seconds before.
Eileen quickly undid the other buttons of her blouse, so that it hung open on her body, barely concealing her naked breasts as a little gust of wind fluttered the thin material further apart. "Why don't you find out for sure before you condemn me?" she whispered softly.
Frank's chest was lifting and falling faster now, but still he made no move toward her-although the look in his eyes left little doubt that he was just an inch away from surrender.
Eileen raised her arms to the front of the blouse and slowly pulled it off her shoulders, letting it fall to the heavy grass and sand mixture at her feet. In the pale moonlight her breasts seemed made of finely polished ivory, standing out full and firm from her chest. Only the nipples were alive with motion, pounding with blood and slowly elongating out from the conical tips behind them. Eileen slowly raised her hands and cupped the twin mounds, lifting them like an offering of succulent fruit toward the open-mouthed boy. She rocked them slowly in her hands, then let them swing free. She teased at one rigid nipple with her thumb and forefinger, stirring it to the point of bursting as she caressed it-smiling with veiled eyes all the while at Frank.
She saw him take one tentative step forward, then halt. His tongue flicked out of his mouth and ran quickly over his lips.
"Do you want more proof?" she purred. Her hand left the throbbing brown nipple and dropped to the zipper on the side of her Bermudas. As Frank watched with gaping eyes, she pulled the zipper all the way down and turned the material back, revealing a long, smooth column of white thigh. She bent slightly, the full breasts swinging forward and hanging free above the ground, then kicked off her sandals. Her hands returned to the shorts and tugged again. The tight material slid down far below her belly button, revealing just a hint of black fleece against the pure-white skin. She heard Frank gasp as, with one final shove, the Bermudas fell down around her ankles. She kicked her feet free of them, then stood erect-her legs slightly apart-in all her naked beauty. She could feel her heart working overtime, gushing hot blood into every pore of her body.
Frank moaned, then lunged for her. He dropped to his knees and flung his arms around her waist-pressing his face deep into her soft belly and planting wet, passionate kisses everywhere. He rocked against her, his face creeping lower to her thighs. His tongue darted everywhere, setting all of Eileen's skin on fire.
She felt her knees buckle as his hands pressed against them, then let him guide her slowly to the ground. She felt the sandy grit and dampness of the grass pressing against her back. She closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath.
Hearing the soft rustle of clothing, she looked up and saw Frank peeling away his shirt. As he towered above her, he looked like a Greek war god about to pillage the land. His chest was broad and heavily muscled across the shoulders. A fine V of dark hair ran down from the tip of each male breast to meet and disappear below his pants.
His hands moved to his belt buckle, but he had no sooner opened it than Eileen stopped him. She sat up-her legs stretched in under his body-and leaned forward. "Let me do it," she whispered hoarsely. Her hand trembled as it touched his fly and felt the immense power throbbing beneath it. Slowly she inched the metal fastener down, then reached up and grasped both his Bermudas and his underpants together. She pulled, and after a momentary resistance, they fell to his knees.
Eileen stared silently at the aroused maleness just before her eyes. It was a little bit frightening in all of its raw power. She touched him tentatively at the base, her fingers almost buried in the coarse, dark patch surrounding it-then lowered her hand so that she jiggled his other parts in the palm of her hand. They, too, felt so weighty-like two steel plums. She leaned forward and planted a soft, lingering kiss on the top of him, then felt his strong hands on her shoulders-urging her backwards.
They fell together, his weight almost suffocating her. She gasped as his hand slid between their bellies and a probing finger stroked the fleecy outside of her body. As he wiggled his finger further, she felt it slip easily over her moist skin and then tickle just at the outside of her. She thrust her hips so that his hand lurched and the thick middle finger entered-sliding easily upward. "Oooohh!" she squealed, writhing as the finger probed and tickled deeper. It felt so good!
Eileen closed her eyes and thrashed her head back and forth on the ground as Frank continued. The ache was almost unbearable now. Every twist and thrust of his finger set off a new jolt of painful pleasure within her.
Suddenly she knew she would lose her mind unless she possessed him completely. As enjoyable as his tickling was, she needed more. She arched her neck and nibbled at his ear, then-in a completely breathless voice, she whispered a quick plan-telling him exactly what she wanted. She felt his hand slide quickly away from her, and for a moment experienced a terrible hollow loss inside herself. Then she squirmed as he adjusted her legs and raised himself above her.
This was the moment she was waiting for. She was no longer conscious that he was not the man she really wanted. He was there, he was ready, and she needed what he could give her. Nothing else mattered.
CHAPTER FOUR
The next morning, however, the need was still there. Eileen woke up feeling very dissatisfied-the ache still throbbing in her loins. Even though she and Frank had gone the limit, brought each other to the ultimate in fulfillment and even surpassed that point, it was not enough. Eileen had suspected as much even while it was happening. Feeling his powerful body lunging with hers, she knew that when the end came it would bring only temporary relief. And she had been right.
She felt even worse now than she did before. Being with Frank had only whet her appetite all the more for Jeff-aroused all the points of sensation throughout her body, without really satisfying them. She thrashed on the mattress, clenching her legs together and opening them slowly in an attempt to force away the terrible need in much the same way she could sometimes dispel a toothache by biting hard on the aching tooth.
But the slow, rhythmic opening and closing of her thighs only reminded her how much she wanted to wrap them around Jeff's body-enclosing him and possessing him forever.
She sat up suddenly on the mattress, brushing back at a wisp of hair that had fallen over her eyes. She could feel her chest rising and falling heavily as she breathed.
"Have a restless night?"
Eileen jumped in surprise, then looked across the room to where Louise sat propped up in her bed, smoking casually, her eyes slightly mocking.
"Yes," Eileen answered, almost before she had a chance to think.
"I wonder why?" Louise said with a twisted little smile.
Damn her, Eileen thought. Always pretending she's so far above the rest of us. As if she doesn't ever feel like this. She stared into the blonde's cold, searching eyes. What was Louise's secret, she wondered. How could she hold out so long, when the rest of the girls were climbing the walls for a man's embrace? It didn't seem human, somehow.
"Our friend over there doesn't seem too rested either," Louise said softly, indicating Roberta's bed. The redhead was just beginning to stir under her covers, a bare arm reaching out in an early-morning stretch.
Eileen felt the blood rise quickly to her cheeks. Did Louise know what happened last night? Had she only been feigning sleep while the two girls crept off to their assignation, and was now mocking them with the information?
As she pondered this, she saw Roberta push back her covers and stand up. She was completely nude-apparently too exhausted after being with Jerry to do anything more than peel off her clothes and fall into bed.
Eileen watched as Louise's head snapped to sudden attention, her eyes fastened on the little redhead's jiggling body. As she did, the slow dawn of realization crept over Eileen. Louise seemed fascinated by the sight, and as she watched, her tongue darted slowly out of her mouth and traced a quick path across her upper lip.
Roberta seemed oblivious to the attention she was arousing in the blonde across the room. She yawned openly, stretching her arms high in the air so that her firm, pendulous breasts arched up toward the ceiling, the cherry-red nipples pointing like little cones-aroused to full life in the chill of the morning air. Her skin was soft, and lightly tanned except in a tiny strip across the front of her breasts and another just above the fluffy, golden-red shadow at the juncture of her thighs. At these two points the skin was a pure, milk white. Her legs were long and shapely, tapering downward from a trim waist and curvaceous, flaring hips.
As the redhead dropped her arms, she looked across the bedroom at the other two girls and smiled sheepishly. "Good morning," she breathed softly.
When Louise returned the greeting, her voice was strained and slightly hoarse. She immediately lit another cigarette, and Eileen did not fail to notice that the blonde's hands trembled as she struck the match.
So that's it! she thought with a suddenly knowing smile. That's why the bitch doesn't want to get across the lake. She's got what she wants right here!
"Roberta," Eileen said, "come here a minute." She wanted to be sure. There seemed little doubt in her mind after observing Louise's penetrating stare at the little redhead, but she wanted to be positive her suspicions were correct.
Slowly, questioningly, Roberta wiggled across the room until she stood directly in front of Eileen. She made no effort to cover her nakedness.
"Just look at the mosquito bites on you!" Eileen said softly, reaching up to the redhead's waist and grasping the soft flesh in her hand. Her fingers traced a quick pattern up the girl's stomach until they stopped just below her ripe, softly-swaying breasts. "You're covered with them!" she gasped in mock horror.
Roberta looked down at her own skin, at the tiny red circles of insect bites that dotted her stomach. "I wonder how I got those?" she giggled, exchanging a conspiratorial wink with Eileen.
"Show them to Louise," Eileen cooed. She leaned her head around the redhead's body, and with a tone as suggestive as it was sympathetic, said, "Just look at her, Louise. She's bitten from head to toe."
Like a little child displaying a cut finger, Roberta walked innocently toward the blonde, her hand slightly uplifting one breast as she exposed the worst of the mosquito bites. She stopped just in front of Louise's bed, her stomach at the blonde's eye level.
Eileen smiled to herself as she watched Louise swallow hard, then raise a trembling hand to touch one of the bites near the base of Roberta's breast.
The redhead giggled and pulled back quickly. "Oh! Your hand is cold!" she squealed.
As Roberta backed off and flounced to her own side of the room once more, Eileen stared hard into Louise's face.
The blonde's cheeks were almost white, and as she smoked, her lips trembled around the filter, barely holding it there long enough to take a puff of the cigarette. Eileen smiled and began to get her own clothes ready for the day. There was no doubt in her mind now about Louise. And that information, Eileen felt sure, might prove to be very useful.
CHAPTER FIVE
A short while later the three girls were herding their small charges down to the common dining hall. Eileen fell out of step with her girls and walked alongside Roberta, drawing her back and away from the group so they could talk without being overheard.
"Did you arrange everything?" she asked softly.
The redhead looked up at her with a vacant expression in her lovely round eyes. "What?" she asked, clearly puzzled.
"About Jeff," Eileen prompted. "Remember? You were going to fix things for me in exchange for keeping Frank off your hands last night."
Roberta covered her mouth with her hand, and Eileen knew-even before the redhead uttered a word-that she had muffed it again. Roberta giggled nervously. "Wellyou see-Jerry and I were-I mean-" She looked up sheepishly at Eileen, but found only a cold, hard stare in her eyes. Roberta immediately looked down. "We were so busy," she tried again, "that I just-forgot."
"That's twice," Eileen hissed. And, contrary to the rules of baseball, she decided then and there that Roberta had just been struck out. Give her another chance and she'll bungle things worse, she thought bitterly.
"Let me talk to Jerry at the campfire sing tonight," Roberta said quickly. "I'll arrange everything. You'll see."
Now it was Eileen's turn to stare vacantly. "What campfire sing?"
"Oh, didn't you know?" Roberta seemed puzzled for a moment, then brightened. "I guess we forgot to tell you. Miss Hoskins came by while you were-lost-with Frank." The redhead giggled, but seeing no warming smile on Eileen's face, she continued. "The director of the boys' camp invited all of us over to their side of the lake tonight for a weenie roast and a campfire sing."
The germ of an idea began to take seed in Eileen's mind. "Tonight? At the boys' side?" Roberta nodded, then looked somewhat puzzled as a slow smile crept over her friend's face.
"I'll see Jerry tonight," she said hesitantly, "and arrange for him to introduce you to Jeff. They're probably very good friends, since they've both worked here for a number of years. I'm sure that if I-"
"Forget it."
"What?" Roberta looked even more puzzled. "I said forget it," Eileen drawled, her face covered with a mysterious smile. "I think I can handle things tonight."
"Are you sure?"
"Quite sure." They were almost at the dining hall. "You've been a big help though, Roberta," Eileen said just before she broke away to catch up with her group of campers. "I won't forget what you've done."
The rest of the day was one of the worst Eileen ever had. The minutes seemed to drag by for her. During her swimming class, while she was demonstrating the butterfly kick, she noticed that the little girls seemed unusually inattentive. Annoyed, she stood up in the water and looked crossly at them. "What's wrong with you girls today?" she asked.
One of the littlest ones, her face lit with a beaming smile, pointed out toward the middle of the lake. "Look-pretty boat," she announced.
Eileen turned to look, and immediately felt a sharp stab at her heart. Several hundred yards out, a little sailboat drifted slowly over the calm water, all sails unfurled and moving gracefully in the lazy wind. The boat could have been a garbage scow, however, for all the attention Eileen paid to it. A bright turquoise pair of swim trunks, and the body that wore them, had her undivided interest.
Jeff stood toward the front of the boat, his body gleaming in the bright sunlight, his long blonde hair blowing in the wind. He arched his body to adjust one of the top ropes, and when he did-even from the distance that separated them-Eileen could see his muscles rippling, his stomach going flat and solid, his thighs thrusting sharply outward. There were about a half-dozen campers in the boat with him, and their laughter and happy chatter drifted easily across the water. Suddenly, so quickly that it caught Jeff off guard, the wind shifted and the largest sail swung toward him. It struck him across the shoulders and toppled him off balance. Eileen gasped, as two of the boys in the boat sprung toward their leader, grabbing him securely around the upper thighs and keeping him from being pitched overboard.
She moaned deep in her throat, wishing she had been there to rescue him, and felt an immediate hatred toward the two young boys when she heard Jeff's hearty laughter and watched him tossle their hair in a gesture of gratitude. He sat back down in the boat and pulled at the ropes, sending the little craft in a direction opposite the girls' camp. Eileen watched until the novice swimmers compelled her to return her attention to the lesson. For one wild moment she felt like announcing an endurance swimming match-toward the sailboat. She knew all of the little girls would go under before they were a hundred yards from shore, but if she could catch up with Jeff it would be worth the explanations she'd have to give to the campers' families when they showed up to claim the young bodies!
At long last the lesson was over, and Eileen marched the little girls up to the bungalow. Louise was sitting on her bed, looking grumpy, when Eileen entered their room.
"Why the long face?" she asked, a little too brightly. It was nice to see Louise distraught about something for a change.
"Oh, this silly campfire business tonight," Louise grumbled.
Eileen arched her eyebrows in mock surprise. "Why Louise, I'm surprised! I thought you'd be just dying to get over on the other side of the lake, so you could cut loose with all those muscular counselors!"
Louise gave her a withering look, that clearly indicated Eileen's humor was not appreciated. "That's not my idea of 'cutting loose,' as you put it."
Eileen swayed her hips suggestively as she crossed the room, so she stood just inches from Louise. She took a deep breath, enjoying the flustered look on the blonde's face as her sumptuous breasts expanded inside the swimsuit, the tips almost bursting through the tight nylon weave. "No?" she said sweetly. "Just what is your idea of cutting loose, Louise?" She batted her eyelashes. "Huh? What do you do to get your kicks?"
"That's none of your business," Louise snapped. She held Eileen's stare for a long moment, then broke away and stormed out of the room, slamming the door hard behind her.
Eileen rolled onto her mattress, nearly doubled over with laughter. She howled until the tears rolled down her cheeks. Then, abruptly, she sat bolt upright on the bed. Her throat felt suddenly tight, her mouth sore from holding a grin too long. And inside her she felt an intense discomfort-but had no idea what had caused it.
Louise avoided her for the rest of the afternoon, and as the three girls dressed for the trip around the lake, she seemed withdrawn and aloof from the happy chattering going on between Roberta and Eileen. Every now and then she would stop and stare at them intensely, almost as though she envied them, but she would quickly regain her composure and return to what she had been doing.
"What's wrong with her?" Roberta whispered, pointing to Louise's back as she bent to fasten the ties on her sneakers.
Eileen made a sour face. "Oh, all day she's been acting like she was the Great White Virgin and the natives would be coming in two minutes to sacrifice her to the angry volcano." She shrugged her shoulders. "Who knows what's bugging her? Who cares?"
Roberta became suddenly, and most uncharacteristically, serious. "We'd better care,"-she whispered. "If Louise decides to blow the whistle on what you and I've got in mind to do while everyone else is roasting weenies, this is going to be a long, long night. I was never too fond of Down By The Old Mill Stream myself-I don't know about you."
Eileen grimaced. "I guess you're right. But what can we do with her?"
"Be nice to her-make her have a good time-or think she's having a good time, so we can have one for ourselves, and she'll be too busy to notice."
Eileen smiled. "Maybe we could enter her in a marshmallow eating contest-so even if she did see, her mouth would be too gummed up to say anything!"
Both girls giggled, but regretted it a moment later when Louise spun about to face them, a savage look in her eyes.
"If you two are ready," she said sarcastically, "we'd better be off. We certainly wouldn't want to keep the boys waiting."
"No," Eileen purred. "We sure as hell don't."
CHAPTER SIX
The boys' campfire could be seen clear across the lake, and as the small army of little girls and their counselors moved in noisy procession toward it, an aura of excitement ran through practically everyone. For the campers, it was a feeling of exploration-of adventureof being in a place that had previously been off-limits to them.
For Eileen, however, it meant that at long, lost last she would be with her golden boy-her god. She felt her heart thumping with each step closer to Jeff her feet brought her. She knew it was ridiculous, but she believed she could sense his very nearness in the air. Her mind was filled with him. Her hands felt like blocks of ice when she brushed them against her arms in an effort to rub down the sudden goose-flesh that had popped up. She felt like she would faint before they got there. To be that near to him-to hear his voice-to be able to reach out and touch him-to have him touch her....She shivered and quickened her pace. If she kept on the way she was going she was positive she would want to drop right to the ground the moment they met and let him take her right there-with all the campers toasting their weenies around them.
She heard a little squeal go up from the group of girls just in front of her, then saw her own bunch break formation and dash madly ahead. It took her a moment to realize that they were at the edge of the clearing, and the boys waited just a few yards off.
She jumped as she felt Roberta's hand on her arm.
"Are you sure?" the redhead whispered.
"About what?" Eileen asked, her voice tinged with annoyance. Her eyes were madly scanning the group of male bodies standing around the blazing fire-searching for one particular body.
"About Jeff." Eileen wheeled and looked sharply into Roberta's eyes. "Are you sure you don't want me to fix it for you-ask Jerry to introduce you two?" she explained further.
Eileen shook her head violently. "No. Definitely not."
"No?" Roberta was obviously puzzled. "Why? Did you change your mind about him?"
How could Eileen tell her, to her face, that she didn't want to trust her a third time? For a moment she was tempted to come right out with it, but then changed her mind. Better to take the course of least resistance. After all, they did have to share the same bedroom and see each other every day for the rest of the summer. Three months would be an awfully long time to have an enemy that close to you.
"Yeh," she muttered. "That's it, Roberta. I've changed my mind."
The redhead smiled. "I kind of thought so. From the way you and Frank seemed to hit it off, I was sure you'd decide he was too good a catch to throw away. I guess if-"
Her voice trailed off, and she stood with her mouth hanging half-open. Eileen had walked away from her, and was almost at the campfire. Roberta shrugged, then followed close behind.
An impromptu and very informal reception line had formed around the bonfire, and as the rest of the girls' contingent arrived. Miss Hoskins herded her counselors together and lined them up in a semi-circle. Immediately opposite them stood their male counterparts-the boys who directed activities at the other side of Camp Baldwin's lake. The burly, rather bushy-looking, boys' director stepped forward and greeted Miss Hoskins. She was all aflutter as he took her hand, looking bashfully down at her feet and mumbling a few words of greeting in return.
A few of the girls giggled to see their director acting like a moon-struck school girl, but Eileen wasn't even noticing. Her eyes were riveted across the campfire-on Jeff.
He stood slightly off by himself, so that his face and body were half in shadows. As the fire flared up and shot golden light on him, his skin seemed to turn to pure bronze, sparkling and winking invitingly to Eileen. He wore a tight knit shirt and Bermudas that clung a bit too revealingly to his legs and thighs. He wore a strange expression on his face; as though he were part of the crowd but not really part of it. He seemed aloof-like one of the gods dropped down to visit mankind and finding himself slightly bored by it all. His eyes wandered restlessly as the two adults introduced their counselors. For a moment they seized on Eileen's eyes, held them long enough to make her ready to jump over the bonfire if he so much as winked that he wanted her to, then moved on to search the other faces in the crowd opposite him.
Eileen squeezed together her legs, feeling suddenly damp and unglued. She wanted him so much she could taste it-a sharp, bitter taste, but one which would be sweetened just as soon as possible. As soon as these damn foolish introductions are over, she thought anxiously. Nothing" going to keep me from him.
"And now I think it might be best if you young people just mingled among yourselves and got to know one another, while Miss Hoskins and I tend to the food," the bushy boys' director said.
Eileen breathed a deep sigh of relief and felt her body lurch forward automatically. Jeff was like a magnet, drawing her toward him by the sheer force of his being.
The mob of young people was thickest around the campfire, with bright peppy young girls batting their eyelashes at bright peppy young boys-both groups chattering like chipmunks and saying absolutely nothing. Eileen grit her teeth and pushed her way through them. Several times she was stopped by some eager young counselor, but she gave each of them barely enough time to begin saying his name before she brushed past. Jeff was the only one she wanted to talk to. Jeff. Only him.
At last she reached the other side of the campfire. He was nowhere in sight. Her eyes widened in surprise and panic. Where had he gone-he was right there-right on the very spot where she now stood! He had been so close!
Suddenly Eileen froze, hearing the ring of hearty laughter that sent her blood racing once more through her body. She turned quickly and saw him-standing just a few feet off, and talking to Roberta, Jerry, and-of all people-Louise! Eileen laughed with emotional release and plunged toward them. Maybe Roberta didn't do so badly after all, she thought, as she hurried toward the little group-if she really set her mind to it and stopped messing things up with her screwball mix-ups. She'd said Jerry was probably a close friend of Jeff's-and there they were! Oh, Roberta! she thought happily. I love you!
"Hi!" she said, as she bounced into the little circle of people. She beamed at Roberta, then turned expectantly to Jeff. She had to catch her breath as their eyes met. His were so intense-so penetrating. They seemed to eat right into her skin and possess her on the spot.
"Oh, there you are," Roberta said. She turned to her boyfriend. "You haven't met Eileen, have you, Jerry?" she said, prompting him not to make a tactical error and give away the last night's events in front of Louise.
"Huh?" he said, looking dumb-founded. "Sure I have. Isn't she the one who went with Fr-I Ow!" he cried, as Roberta's elbow caught him sharply in the ribs.
"No, Jerry," she said, very slowly and very patiently. "You've never seen Eileen before. Have you?"
Jerry seemed about to protest, but when the muscular boxing counselor saw Roberta edge her elbow close a second time he pulled back and shrugged his shoulders. "If you say so, honey," he mumbled.
Eileen was amused by the little scene. Whatever Roberta saw in Jerry had to be something other than brains.
Sweeping in his powerfully built frame and rugged face, Eileen guessed that-at least for someone like Robert. There were other compensations. Jerry did have a magnificent body, and Eileen bet he could give a girl quite a ride for her money in bed.
Roberta then turned to the tall, well-built blond boy. "Jeff, this is Eileen-my other roomate," she said.
Eileen gulped, and put out her hand to meet his. The touch of his flesh against her flesh was like electricity. As his hot fingers took her hand and squeezed gently, his eyes burrowing down at her, a slow smile creeping across his face, she felt as though she had just entered paradise. She squeezed her own fingers in reply to the pressure of his.
"Hi, Eileen," he said. His voice was soft, yet powerful-full of hidden strength that could be called to the fore at a moment's notice. Just like every other part of his body, Eileen was sure.
"Hi, Jeff," she whispered. "I saw you on the lake today," she ventured, afraid to continue looking into those piercing ice-blue eyes, yet powerless to turn away from them.
He laughed, and the muscles in his chest rippled beneath his shirt. "I didn't give such a good account of myself, did I?"
"You were wonderful," she sighed.
Jeff's forehead wrinkled in a half-quizzical, half-amused uplift of his eyebrows. "Wonderful?" he laughed. "I sure wouldn't win the America's Cup with that kind of sailing!"
Eileen felt flustered. "I mean, the way you handled yourself and all."
Jeff laughed again, and his look became a little more quizzical. "If those kids hadn't grabbed me when. they did I'd have been in for a dousing!"
She felt her cheeks color with blood as he stared at her, then became conscious of a slight tugging on her hand. She looked down and saw Jeff trying to break the tight grip she had on his fingers. He looked slightly puzzled, and she released his hand as quickly as if it had been hot lead, but hated the empty, hollow feeling it gave to her own skin.
Why is everything going wrong? she thought frantically, as Jeff turned his attention to Louise.
"So you're an English major, too?" he said.
Louise nodded, seeming completely uninterested in carrying on any type of conversation with him.
"At what school?" he asked, moving slightly closer to her.
"Hammond College for Women," she replied. She turned to Roberta. "How long before we eat, do you know?"
While Roberta consulted with Jerry, Eileen rushed toward Jeff. She touched him lightly on the bare skin of his arm, wanting to run her whole hand over the mat of hair that covered the warm bronzed skin.
"I heard you say you're an English major," she said quickly, when he wheeled to look down at her in surprise.
"Yes, I am." He arched his eyebrows. "Are you, too?"
"Yes," she said quickly, then reversed herself. "I mean, no, not yet. I will be, though, just as soon as September rolls around." She made a quick mental note to enroll as an English major-whatever that was.
"Oh, you haven't started college yet?" he said, his voice sounding slightly-just slightly-condescending.
"No," she said, then added quickly, before she lost his attention a second time, "but I just love English!"
"Oh?" he said lightly. A serious expression crossed his brow, and Eileen felt herself swoon. He looked so intense-so manly! "What do you think of Gide? I find him fascinating myself. I guess you'd say he's my favorite author."
"Mine too," she said hurriedly, wishing she knew who Gide was. "I read everything he writes."
Jeff laughed, his eyebrows lifting high on his forehead. "Do you really? How did you like his latest one?"
"I loved it," Eileen sighed. She felt so proud of herself; she seemed to have successfully maneuvered around that sticky point.
"Me too," Jeff said, still chuckling. "I can't wait for his next one."
Eileen laughed along with him, wishing she understood the joke, so she could enjoy it with him. However, just being so close to him-engaged in an intelligent conversation with him-was good enough. For now. She had other things in mind for later. Just as soon as she could pry him away from the other three.
"I understand Hammond has a very good man in Victorian drama," Jeff said to Louise, turning away from Eileen so quickly that she was left with her mouth halfopen, the little chuckle dying in her throat.
"He's not bad, but personally I think his approach to the subject is all wrong."
"Oh?" Jeff questioned.
"Yes, he seems to feel that. . , ."
Eileen couldn't hear the rest of what Louise was saying, for at that moment she felt a hand seize her elbow and apply gentle pressure. She wheeled about, right into Frank's grinning face.
"Hi!" he said cheerily. "I've been looking all over for you. Where've you been hiding?"
"Hello, Frank," she said, trying to turn from him. But his hand held onto her elbow, making it impossible for her to twist away. "What do you want?" she said, the edge in her voice quite strong.
"Want?" Frank repeated. Then another broad grin broke out on his face. "You know what I want," he said in a low whisper.
Eileen felt her stomach tighten. "Frank, please don't bother me now. I'm right in the middle of a very serious discussion."
"Bother you?" he said, his smile fading and his voice suddenly shifting into a lower register. "What kind of a thing is that to say to me?"
"A very appropriate one," she hissed, "since it describes exactly what you're doing." She tried to wrench her arm loose, but his grip tightened. "Let go of me," she warned.
Frank stared hard into her face. "Hey, remember me? I'm the guy you were with last night, remember? The guy you said you were in love with?"
"That was last night," she snapped. "Tonight's tonight, and tonight you're bothering me. Please let go of my arm!"
Frank yanked hard on her, lurching her forward toward him and almost causing her to stumble and fall. "Now look," he said loudly. Too loudly for comfort, Eileen thought.
She wheeled her head around to see if anyone else had been listening to their conversation-anyone being Jeff. He was still engrossed in his conversation with Louise. Roberta and Jerry stood nuzzled up close to each other, expectant smiles on each of their faces.
Eileen didn't want Jeff to know about Frank. She cursed herself again for being so weak-for ever having listened to Roberta and gone along for that ride. Some ridel She cursed herself for having been so foolish as to believe Frank, or any boy, could be a substitute for Jeff. Frank's lovemaking, while good for the moment, didn't begin to slake her thirst for the bronzed Adonis who now stood so close; all it had done was create an unpleasant situation-one that she had to resolve. And fast.
"Look, Frank, let's not start a riot here, okay?" she urged, pushing against his chest with her hand and drawing him away from the other four counselors. "Let's go someplace quiet and talk this over sensibly."
Frank's anger seemed to fade at that suggestion, and he followed her peacefully away from the perimeter of the campfire and off toward the relatively deserted area by the boys' bungalows.
As soon as they had gone behind a building, where they faced the quiet woods and the sounds from the gathering came muted and indistinct, she stopped and wheeled to face him.
"Now what's the big idea?" she demanded.
He reached for her, his hand grazing her breast as he tried to circle her body with his arm, but she pushed him off.
"None of that," she snapped.
"Come on, honey," he pleaded, advancing on her, "be nice to me-like you were last night." Again he tried to touch her, but she darted to the side.
Anger welled up inside her. "Frank!" she ordered. "I didn't came back here with you for that-believe me."
He looked dumbfounded. "But what about last night? What about all those things you whispered in my ear what you said to me-what we did? Doesn't that count for anything?"
"What do you think-this is a continuous performance?" she snapped. "You snuck in without a ticket and got one hell of a show. Be grateful for that much; don't press your luck."
"What are you talking about?" he asked, wrinkling his nose. "What ticket? I don't know what you mean."
Eileen had reached the end of the line with him. She was sick to death of explanations, and wanted nothing more than to get away from him as quickly as possible-so she could return to Jeff, before his interest cooled off.
"Do you want me to put it into two words?" she snarled. "Get lost! Or how about buzz off? Or maybe drop dead! Are you beginning to get my meaning?"
She pushed at his chest, intending to whirl away from him and leave him standing with his mouth open, but he grabbed her roughly by the arm and spun her around, then pulled her jerkily toward him. She squealed as he bent her arm up behind her back, but the harder she fought to get free, the tighter and the higher he lifted-until the pain in her shoulder brought tears to her eyes.
He seized her other hand with his and pulled, so their bodies pressed tightly together. His face was hard set, vicious; his eyes cruel and demanding.
"That wasn't very nice," he growled menacingly.
"It wasn't meant to be," she flung back, then winced as he yanked her arm up even higher.
"I don't think you meant that," he said. "This is some kind of a joke, isn't it?"
"No!" she hissed, then regretted it as she felt another jolt of pain rip into her shoulder.
"Isn't it?" he insisted, lifting her arm higher. His chest was pressed so tightly against her that she could feel his breath hot on her face when he spoke. Her breasts were being squashed into him, the nipples rubbed raw by the constant grinding of his body against her.
"Yes!" she screamed, unable to stand the pain any longer. She tried to laugh, but it sounded false and strained. "Yes, it is a joke, Frank," she lied. "Please let go of my arm." She wiggled her hips against him, capturing his out-thrust hips just at the juncture of her thighs and rotating against him. "Let go of me and I'll prove it to you."
She felt his pressure relax somewhat, although he still held her arm in a painful grip. "Come on," she purred, bumping her hips in and out, feeling him begin to respond to her urgings. "You don't have to force me, Frank. After last night I'll do whatever you want-anytime you want-without force."
He looked doubtfully, suspiciously, down at her. "Then why did you say all the things you just did?"
She laughed again, and this time it sounded a little more natural. "I was just testing you!"
"Testing me? How?"
"I wanted to see if last night really meant anything to you, or if you'd let me go easily if I tried to brush you off." She smiled, although with her arm still in the wrestler's lock behind her back it was more of a grimace than a smile that Frank saw. "A girl likes to know she's wanted."
Frank seemed just at the point of believing her. Slowly but surely his grip on her arm was decreasing, the pain ebbing away with each inch he let her arm drop. "Is that true?" he asked.
"Let go of my arm and I'll prove it to you," she whispered. "There's no one in those woods right now, is there?"
Frank's eyes sparkled. "No," he said hesitantly.
"Then let's go." She ground her hips tighter toward him, feeling his eager readiness, and knew she had won. A moment later his hand fell from her arm, and with a sigh of relief she felt it drop back down to her side. Her shoulder ached again with this new-found freedom.
She wanted to run from him-or scream for help-but she knew both courses of action were impossible. If she ran, and he caught her, he might really hurt her; and if she screamed, there would be such a scene that Jeff couldn't help knowing what it was about. She couldn't risk either possibility. And so, with grim determination to make it as fast and as expedient as possible, she slipped her hand in Frank's and started walking toward the woods.
She stopped several yards into the trees-partly because she was afraid to venture further. She turned toward him and wrapped her arms around his neck. When she felt him tug her close, then press his lips down on hers, she had to grit her teeth not to fight him off. His kiss was about as welcome as a puppy's-and about as exciting to her right now.
Frank's hands grappled at her buttocks as he ground his aroused body against her while they kissed. His fingers dug into the flesh, pinching and teasing, then dropping down to work their way in under the tight leg band.
Eileen felt him begin to probe between the material and her bare skin, and wiggled even tighter toward him. Her hands unlocked from around his neck and dropped to their joined waists-where they slid between their bodies and stopped, pressing against the fly of his shorts. A little chill of excitement ran through her as she felt him respond to her touch-and she hated herself for feeling that way. She didn't want to get involved with him a second time-not with Jeff so close and so little time left before the party broke up and they had to head back across the lake.
Eileen's hand fumbled with the zipper of Frank's pants, urging it down over the throbbing obstacle until her fingers could slip inside and touch him. She heard him moan, then she pulled away from him.
"Let's get down on the grass," she whispered harshly.
Frank lowered her, supporting her back with his arm. She no sooner felt her back press against the soft, slightly clamp, undergrowth than she felt his fingers working at the buttons of her blouse.
While he fumbled with those, she worked on his pants-pushing and twisting at them until they were down around his knees and he lay half-naked upon her. She could feel him pressing against the tight web of her clothing, and once again she felt an electric charge run through her.
He had her blouse open and was well on his way to getting the bra unhooked when she stopped him. He looked down at her with a puzzled expression on his face.
"I want you, now," she moaned.
She felt him suck in a deep breath and fumble with the snaps of her pants, but once again she stopped him. "No," she whispered, halting his anxious fingers, "not like that." She stretched flat on the ground and pressed against his chest with her hands, lifting him slightly above her. "Like this." She began urging him upward, toward her chest.
Frank didn't understand. "I want you a different way," she instructed, licking a quick tongue across her lips. "Let me, Frank."
Again she lifted and urged him forward. This time, understanding what it was she wanted, Frank shifted his body upward, a slow grin dawning on his face.
Eileen lay back, her hands urging him closer and closer above her, until she felt the heat of his stomach graze across her nose. She wrapped her arms around his back, her fingers pressing into his naked buttocks, then guided him-lowered him-down.
She watched him descend, what little light there was in the woods all but completely blocked out by his body hovering over her face. She could sense his maleness in every part of her body: his scent-the heady, masculine scent that in other circumstances would have excited her to the point of madness; his throbbing presence-so close, so soon to be part of her; his desire-echoed in the quivering tension of his body as he tried to maintain his balance above her, his arms trembling with the weight of himself as he poised before the final thrust.
Eileen felt the heat spreading through her own body. Jeff, her mind screamed, I'm doing this for you, so he won't ruin it again.
She tightened her grip on Frank's buttocks and pressed downward, one hand flying between their bodies momentarily to help guide him. And then she closed her eyes as she felt Frank settle down further, pushing all of himself into her. She lay motionless for a long moment, trying not to gag. He was so powerful-his need of such immense proportion-that she was frightened. It was too late for regrets, however, and as she felt him draw slightly upwards-his body shaking with this strange version of the push-up-she at last set her tongue to motion. She heard him groan as she drew her head up to meet him all the way, then dropped it back down onto the ground, her lips pulling him with her in a slow, stroking motion-while her tongue flicked across his hot skin all the while.
He groaned; lifting and thrusting harder. She followed him-rising and falling with him-and all the while maintaining the constant, teasing, stimulating, arousing, unbearably ecstatic rhythm of her tongue against him.
Finally she felt his body stiffen, and with a violent up ward surge she knew he was going to pidl out-he was ready and didn't want to continue any longer.
Her hands locked around him, pulling him back down.
"No, Eileen!" he warned. "No more. I can't take any more without-"
She didn't let him finish. She jerked harder against him, and-finding that he would not lower his body-rose to meet him. As high as he arched to escape her, she followed. She gorged herself with him. Her tongue went wild-driving further and faster than it had ever before. She was obsessed with completing this. She had to-it was the only way she could satisfy Frank and still feel ready for Jeff. And yet, she realized somewhere in the back of her mind, she wanted to finish like this. The power she held over his body was fascinating ... unbearably intriguing. It was all up to her now; no one else. He was trapped; unable to control his own body's needs. Even against his will she could have him. It was like rape-and she loved it.
"Eileen!" he cried, trying to shake away. "If you don't stop now-"
But it was no use. With a final burst of energy she assaulted him mercilessly, drawing her cheeks in and out, gurgling in her throat with the flood of love surging inside her, attacking him from every angle, every plane.
She felt him jerk inside her, then heard him sigh in resignation and anticipation. His whole body quivered above her, and then he exploded. Eileen had no idea it would be so violent. She jolted her head back as the salt-sweet surge of his love poured out, yet she stayed with him all the way.
Just when she thought it would never end, he seemed to collapse against her. Slowly, reluctantly, she opened her lips and drew back from him. He arched away, then rolled onto his back on the damp grass. He was breathing heavily. His stomach and forehead were covered with perspiration.
"Why did you do that?" he whispered, brushing a hand against her bra-encased bosom.
"Didn't you like it?" she purred.
"Godl Like it!"
"I thought you did," she whispered. Suddenly, impulsively, she bent over him and planted a quick kiss on his lips. It was a natural act, and it puzzled her why she had done it.
She sat upright, her fingers beginning to slowly button up her blouse.
"You know-" Frank said, somewhat sheepishly, "-after that, a guy's ... well, you know-?"
She stroked his forehead with the tips of her fingers. "I know," she said gently. "It's all right, though. Believe me it is."
She stood up, buttoning the last button of her blouse, and looked down at Frank. He lay with his Bermudas and undershorts tangled around his ankles, the rest of his body clothed. With a secret smile, looking at him, Eileen knew that he'd be no problem for the rest of the night.
"I've got to get back," she said. "They'll wonder what happened to me." Before Frank had a chance to protest or stop her, she turned and ran back toward the campfire. A fire was raging inside herself, too. And only Jeff could put it out. She had to find him.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The fire had died down considerably when Eileen returned to it, and the outing seemed ready to draw to a close. The young boys and girls were grouped in a circle around the crackling logs, singing traditional camp songs in typical disharmony. Eileen had no idea she and Frank had been gone so long, and searched the shadow-lit faces for Jeff. Desperately, her panic rising with each passing moment, she strode around the outside of the campfire, looking like a mare in heat for her stallion. He was nowhere to be seen-nor were Roberta, Jerry, or Louise in sight. Eileen began to smell a rat-a redheaded one.
She stood frantically at the spot where she had started, as the boys' director marched to the middle of the circle and hushed the crowd around him. Eileen's heart was pounding in her chest. Damn Frank, she cursed to herself. Damn Roberta-damn everyone! She felt tears just behind her eyes, and knew that at any moment the rage and frustration welling up inside her would make a public spectacle of her. "Oh, where is he?" she swore aloud, stomping her foot on the ground.
"Sssh!" someone seated on the ground below her hissed. Eileen looked down sharply and saw one of the other girls' counselors pointing toward the director, who was about to begin his speech.
"Now, boys and girls," he intoned, "the moment you've all been waiting for-the announcement of the names of those campers who, through merit and proven ability, have been chosen to go on the overnight camping trip this weekend." He stopped and beamed broadly, as a rumble of excited whispers ran through the throng.
Eileen clenched her fists. Who gave a damn about an overnight camping trip? Where was Jeff? That's what she wanted to know.
"All right, order please," the director called. "I think it would be appropriate if rather than having me read off the names, I let you hear them from Jerry, since he'll be in charge of the trip. Jerry, are you here?" The director searched the crowd. After a long moment's wait he called Jerry's name again, louder this time.
Eileen's ears perked up as she heard Jerry's voice boom out a distant, "I'm here!" A few moments later he rushed breathlessly into the center of the circle, tucking in the tails of his shirt as he came. He grinned sheepishly, wiped a glaze of perspiration from his forehead, and fumbled in one of his pants pockets. A short while later he withdrew a rumpled piece of paper and began reading off the names of the campers-both boys and girls-who would make the trip.
As soon as Eileen had seen Jerry, she had begun working her way through the crowd in the direction from whence he'd come. She was positive that was where she could also find Roberta, and she was not wrong. The redhead stood far off from the crowd, ambitiously trying to get her disarrayed clothes in some type of order. Eileen grit her teeth and marched toward her.
"Oh, hi!" the redhead said, as Eileen approached. She laughed. "Boy, that was a close one! Jerry just about got his pants up in time! We didn't think they'd be making the announcement so soon."
Eileen glowered at her. Bitch, she thought. The red head had the warm, radiant look of sexual satisfaction written all over her. Eileen wouldn't have been surprised to learn that Roberta and her stud, Jerry, had done two rounds! The redhead certainly looked wholly contented.
"Where's Jeff?" Eileen snapped: She couldn't stand to see Roberta looking so damn satisfied and feel the terrible gnawing inside herself at the same time. The redhead's fulfillment was like salt in Eileen's wounds.
"Jeff?" Roberta said blankly. "Gee, I don't know. The last I knew he and Louise were going to take a little ride in his sailboat. Why do you ask?"
Eileen's mouth hung open, her eyes bugged out. "What?" she gasped. "What did you say to me?"
Roberta started to repeat herself, but Eileen cut her off angrily. "I heard you the first time," she snapped. "What I want to know is why. Why-how did this happen?"
Roberta shrugged, them beamed happily. "I don't know. They were just talking to each other about school, and since Jerry and I wanted to slip away, I suggested to them that they take a walk down to the lake-to cool off and digest their weenies. That's when Jeff mentioned the sailboat." As Eileen listened with horrified, wholly disbelieving ears, Roberta smiled again. "Isn't it wonderful how they hit it off with each other, just like that?"
Eileen wanted to tear the skin off Roberta's face-strip by painful strip. "You did that?" she said, her voice like an echo in an empty deep-freeze.
Roberta nodded happily, proud of her accomplishment.
"May I ask why?"
"So Louise would get out of our hair," Roberta answered, her smile becoming quizzical. "You and Frank were able to get off by yourselves, weren't you?"
Finally Eileen could stand no more of it. Like a raging volcano erupting, her anger gushed forth. "You damn stupid bitch!" she exploded. "Do you think I wanted to be alone with Frank?"
"Well, I saw you go off with him, and I assumed...."
"I went off with him so he'd stop bugging me about last night," she shouted. "How many times do I have to tell you before you understand? It's Jeff I want. Jeff!"
Roberta was no match for Eileen's anger. "She seemed close to tears. "Well how was I supposed to know you'd changed your mind again? When I asked you if you wanted me to fix it for you, you said no. Then I see you go off toward the woods with Frank. What was I supposed to think? You didn't want Louise tagging along behind, did you?"
"I sure as hell didn't want her off in a sailboat with Jeff either!" Eileen bit viciously. She sighed heavily, trying to control her anger. Maybe Roberta was right-maybe she wasn't entirely to blame for thinking Eileen wanted to be with Frank again. But did she have to get Louise matched up with Jeff? Of all the people to choose from, why had she taken him?
"Where are they now?" she asked, her voice more controlled.
"By the lake, I guess," Roberta sobbed. "Unless they're not back yet."
Eileen grit her teeth and stormed off into the night, leaving a very puzzled and distraught Roberta behind.
The moon was out and Eileen could easily spot the sailboat as it headed for shore. Across the still water she could hear the light ripple of laughter-then a long pe riod of silence that was even more agonizing. The boat slowly inched its way toward land. Jeff stood up in the bow, his feet bare, and then jumped into the water to drag the boat safely ashore. When it was aground, Louise stood up-holding Jeff's sneakers in her hands.
As Eileen watched from the distance, the blonde tottered toward the bow, then squealed that she was afraid to jump-as Jeff had done. Eileen bit her lip, wishing a sudden tidal wave would catch the boat and carry it and Louise all the way to the South Pole.
Jeff moved toward Louise, laughing and ribbing her about being afraid of water. Eileen felt the top of her head begin to spin as the lean, muscular boy reached out to Louise, clasped his hands on her hips, and gracefully, effortlessly, lifted her out of the boat and held her for a moment suspended in the air. He slowly lowered her, but let his hands remain on her hips when she touched ground. They stood motionless, silent, absorbed in each other's stare. Then Eileen saw Jeff's head begin to draw down toward Louise's, his eyelids closing, his lips parting slightly.
"Louise!" she shouted, jumping out into the open of the lake-front beach and hurrying toward them. With a sigh of relief, Eileen noted she had stopped them just in time. Their lips had not met, and Jeff had broken his hold on Louise. They stood slightly apart, both looking surprised and embarrassed. Or had she got there just in time, Eileen wondered. Maybe that wasn't the first kiss, but the last-the one that comes just before two people who've made love to each other part. No! She wouldn't allow herself to think such an awful thought. It just couldn't have happened! Knowing Louise's secret as she did, it was clearly ridiculous to even think it had.
"Hello," she said, her chest heaving with deep breaths.
"I was wondering where you'd gone off to. The campfire session's almost over and Miss Hoskins will want us to get the girls back soon."
Louise looked up into Jeff's eyes. "I guess we didn't keep track of the time too well. I'd better get back."
Eileen could have sworn she saw a secret smile exchanged between them. She felt sick to her stomach-being so close to Jeff, being so ready for him, having done what she did to Frank so she'd be able to enjoy Jeff to the fullest, and now this! Not only was the night a total bust-with her hunger for Jeff still running wildly rampant through her every nerve ending-but she now had to worry if Louise-Louise of all people-had taken the prize that was justly Eileen's.
As the two girls marched in silence back to the dying campfire, with Jeff staying behind to beach the boat properly, the germ of an idea was taking root in Eileen's mind: one that would get Louise out of the way, and insure that the next time Eileen met up with Jeff, she would get what she wanted from him.
CHAPTER EIGHT
On the walk back to the girls' side of the lake, Roberta helped that germ to grow and grow-until it mushroomed into a sinister flower in full bloom in Eileen's mind.
At first Eileen had wanted to rebuff the little redhead. She was angry with her, and upset by another very nasty encounter with Frank, just before they'd left the boys' camp. He'd insisted on knowing when he could see her again, and-all of her pent-up rage and frustration coming to the fore, she'd shouted, "When hell freezes over!" and stormed off.
But Roberta kept right in step, tugging at Eileen's elbow and breathlessly offering her apologies for what had happened. Eileen had not been interested until Roberta brought up the subject of the overnight camping trip-and that was when Eileen's malicious flower began to sprout.
"What are you talking about?" she asked cautiously. "How does that have anything to do with Jeff?"
Roberta smiled. "Well, since Jerry's in charge of it, he more or less has the final say on who goes along. Naturally he picked his friends to help him-and that includes Jeff." She sighed and hugged her arms to her sides. "Just think, Eileen. We'll be all alone up there in the woods for a whole night-we won't even have to be back at any special time, because," she giggled, "there's no place to get back to!"
"You're going on this trip, too?"
"Sure," Roberta giggled. "Someone has to take care of the girls."
"And Jeff is going along also?"
"Sure. Either me or Jerry can put in a few good words for you," Roberta promised.
"Why can't I put them in for myself?" Eileen asked, as the little flower pushed through the topsoil and began to climb like Jack's beanstalk.
Roberta laughed nervously. "Well, you see there's only enough girls going to require one counselor, and-well, you know. Jerry wants me to be there with him." She touched Eileen's arm lightly. "But don't worry, honey. I won't let you down again."
You sure won't, Eileen thought to herself. Because I'm not going to give you the chance. To Roberta she said, "Jerry is definitely the one who decides what counselors go on the trip? You're sure of that?"
"Sure I'm sure," the redhead laughed. "Why do you ask?"
"Oh, no special reason," Eileen said. She was glad that the woods were dark. Otherwise Roberta might have wondered why she was grinning so broadly.
When the troupe of girls got back to their own side of the lake, the counselors hustled them into bed as quickly as they could, then retired to their own room.
Roberta yawned and stretched her agile limbs. "Um, I'm so tired!" she laughed. "I think I'll take a fast shower and hit the sack."
Eileen watched out of the comer of her eye as Roberta began peeling off her clothes. Across the room, Louise watched too, and as each new garment fell softly to the Boor and more and more bare skin came into view, Louise grew increasingly agitated. She fumbled with a cigarette, lighting it with shaking hands. The redhead herself, however, seemed completely unaware that she was the center of so much attention. She arched her lithe form upward to peel off her bra, then bent to shake off her panties-exposing all of her lovely nudity to the other two girls. When she stood completely nude, she took several minutes gathering up her soap and other toilet articles, then at last covered herself with a robe and left for her shower.
She was no sooner out of the room than Eileen stood up and began to unbutton her own blouse. "I'm rather surprised that you went out with that boy tonight, Louise," she purred.
The blonde looked up sharply. Her eyes seemed glassy and her forehead was covered with a fine film of perspiration. "Are you? Why?"
"Well, I've heard he has such an awful reputation with the girls. Somehow I didn't think of you as-that type."
Louise looked shocked. "What type?"
"The type who gives herself easily to a boy she's just met." Eileen pulled her arms out of the sleeves of her blouse and tossed it on the floor. She turned sideways to Louise, so the full profile of her breasts stood out in the blonde's direction.
A deep blush flooded Louise's cheeks. "I didn't give-I resent you thinking of me like that, Eileen," she said, greatly embarrassed.
Eileen paused, her hands behind her back, the bra almost snapped open. "You mean you didn't sleep with him tonight?" She held her breath, waiting tensely for Louise's answer-even though she was fairly confident what it would be.
"No! Of course not!"
Eileen had to turn away to hide the broad smile that lit up her face. How silly she had been to suspect anything between Jeff and Louise! Of course she hadn't slept with him! Why would he want to, when she had been around? Eileen was confident that Jeff had found her far more attractive and desirable than he'd found Louise. The poor guy probably got roped into taking her out on the lake-and dreaded every minute of it. That damn Roberta! Well, Eileen told herself, it won't be long now. That stupid bitch will get hers-in spades.
Slowly turning to once again face Louise, Eileen peeled the bra off her shoulders and gently lifted away the cups from her breasts. They sprung forward, the nipples semi-rigid and sensitive to the cool summer breeze in the bungalow. Louise, she noticed, was watching her intently-the blonde's gaze following every movement of Eileen's hand as it now lowered to the zipper on her Bermudas. "Still and all, Louise," she said, "I think you should watch yourself. People might get the wrong idea seeing something like that going on." She pulled roughly at the zipper and brought it all the way down, then smiled sweetly at Louise. "That is, if they didn't know you as well as I do."
Louise blanched slightly and looked down at the floor. A moment later, however, as she heard the soft rustle of Eileen's shorts falling down over her skin, her head lifted once more-the hungry eyes devouring the sleek bared flesh of Eileen's thighs, the creamy whiteness of her stomach, the dark shadow peeking through the extra thin panties, which clung like an outer membrane to her loins. "That's ridiculous!" Louise snapped, but her voice was dry and choked. "If people want to have such dirty minds, that's their problem-not mine. Jeff happens to be a very nice, very intelligent boy. We found we had a lot in common to talk about, that's all." Her eyes danced defiantly in their sockets as she gazed up and down Eileen's suddenly rigid body. "If I want to see him again, I'll do so. No matter what anyone else thinks."
Oh, you will, huh? Eileen thought viciously. We'll see about that. "I think that's a very foolish attitude to take," she purred. She slid her fingers under the waistband of her panties and began to urge them downward. She shifted her legs so her stance was wide, her legs open invitingly in front of Louise. She stopped, just a hint of the velvet fluff peeking over the top of the panties. "Especially since we both know that boy doesn't mean anything to you."
Louise's cheeks colored. "I don't know what you mean."
Eileen urged the panties down another inch, revealing more of herself. "Yes, you do," she whispered softly. She began undulating across the room toward Louise, her breasts swaying gently in their unconfined nakedness. "And I do, too, Louise. I've known for quite some time now, but I've never had the opportunity to say anything to you." She ground the panties down another notch, so that they were nothing more than a bunched-up strip of nylon resting across the very center of her thighs, revealing far more than they hid.
"I don't understand you," Louise hissed, turning her face away.
Eileen walked around the bed so once again she faced the blonde. She could tell that Louise was greatly disturbed; her chest was heaving, a little pulse beat was hammering at her neck, and her lips seemed dry and cold. "You do," she cooed, "but you're afraid to admit it." Her hand lifted in under her right breast and cupped it into the air. She kneaded her fingers into the soft flesh, raising it and offering it toward Louise. As she manipulated herself, she felt the nipple begin to sprout outwards, until it throbbed openly-rigid and stiff, like a severed fingertip. "Don't be frightened, Louise," she urged. "I don't think there's anything wrong with the way you feel." She took a deep breath. "I feel that way myself, in fact."
The blonde's head snapped to alert attention; her eyes suspicious, mistrusting. "I don't believe you," she said, her voice tight and dry.
"Try me and see," Eileen responded. She moved closer, holding the end of her aroused breast toward Louise. "Go ahead. Touch me-kiss me-do what you want to me." She took another breath of air. "And then I want to do the same things to you."
Louise's eyes glittered with a mixture of fear and desire.
She hesitated, her hand trembling on her lap, then shook her head from side to side. "No," she moaned. "I don't want to."
"Don't you like me?" Eileen pouted. She inched closer, her breast rubbing against the top of Louise's forehead. "Don't you want to do things to me-and have them done to you?" She wiggled her body, so that the aroused nipple grazed across the blonde's head, tantalizing like a searing hot poker. "Do it, Louise," she whispered. "You want to, I know. And I want you to. So do it!"
Suddenly all resistance inside the blonde broke and her hands flung up to clasp around Eileen's waist, a low moan escaping from her throat as she threw back her head and . stared hard into Eileen's eyes. "I do want you," she groaned. "It's been so long since I've been with anyone."
Eileen smiled. Bitch. Now you know how I feel! she cursed to herself. "Then take me, Louise," she purred. "Everything I have is yours, to do whatever you want with it."
The blonde groaned again, then tugged Eileen's body even closer. Her ice-cold hands flew up Eileen's sides until they cupped her breasts, one in each eager, kneading hand. Slowly she drew her mouth forward, her lips parted, her tongue lashing across the lower half of her mouth just before she touched Eileen's breast, then devoured it-seeming to want to encompass the whole of it in this hungry feast.
Eileen felt a sharp jolt of electricity shoot through her as the hot tongue stroked across the surface of her breast, darting back to the nipple and rubbing against it furiously, then racing downward from it to glide across the' undersurface of the breast and set the flesh there tingling with the same fire. She rocked and twisted closer, trying to give even more of herself to Louise. This was the first time Eileen had allowed another girl to do such things to her, and rather than finding it repulsive-as she had half-suspected when this plan formulated in her mind-she found herself warming to it rapidly. It was different when Louise kissed and sucked on her breast than when a boy did it. and yet it was in many ways more pleasant. Louise's mouth was softer, her awareness of what would please-where best to concentrate her stroking tongue's affections-more intense and fulfilling.
She felt Louise pull away from the breast, the nipple falling out of her mouth with a wet little plop, and then watched as the blonde's head darted the short distance to the twin of the one she had just left-treating it to the same maddening pleasure.
Eileen shivered. This was such an unexpected, and delightful, discovery. She began to understand why Louise was attracted to other girls. If it felt half as good to do what was being done to her now....She laughed to herself at the direction her thoughts were taking. No, she didn't want to experiment. She was happy with the pleasure she got from boys. And yet-what would happen if Louise went all the way? If Frank had got so much pleasure out of what Eileen had done to him that night, wasn't it possible that Louise could give the same type of pleasure to Eileen?
She shuddered. As though Louise had been reading her thoughts, the blonde's hands began to stroke the outer surface of Eileen's thighs, while her mouth continued to suck on the pulsating nipple between her lips. Gently her fingers inched closer, gathering the fabric of Eileen's panties together and sliding them down past the point where Eileen had stopped. With a soft rustle, they fell to her knees.
Eileen moaned as she felt Louise's hand cup her warm, downy center of desire-the long, slender fingers beginning to probe gently upwards. Shooting pains rocketed through her as her desire was kindled once again. The persistent urging, prying, of Louise's fingers reminded Eileen all the more of what she had missed that night-and with that reminder came a sudden white-hot flash of hatred.
It was this bitch's fault that Eileen was standing there right now, allowing her to do these things to her-eager for any thrill, as long as it salved the ache inside her. No matter how loving Louise was, all that Eileen saw now was a desire for revenge. Even the need-the craving to let Louise finish what she wanted to do-ceased.
She reached down and lifted away the blonde's head from her breast. Louise looked up expectantly. "Now?" she whispered. "Can I have you now?"
Eileen shook her head no, a wry smile on her lips. "I've got a better idea," she whispered.
Louise looked disappointed, yet anxious to hear more.
"Let's get Roberta in on this, too," Eileen announced.
Louise's head snapped back, her eyes wide with astonishment. "What!"
"Sure," Eileen urged, "it'll be more fun that way. Just think," she said, wiggling her hips, "of the combinations. You could have someone loving you at the same time you're doing it to someone else!"
Louise looked shocked. "I've never done anything like that," she whispered.
Eileen laughed. "Oh, come on! You must have."
Louise looked intently at Eileen. "You may not believe this," she said slowly, "but you're the second girl I've ever-ever made love to like this in my life. Before you, there was only Judy, a roommate I had at college for a year. But after she left school, a year ago, there's been no one. I never thought I'd do anything like this again. You've got to believe that."
Eileen grunted. "But you've wanted to."
Louise slowly shook her head. "Yes, I've wanted to. I try not to, but I just can't help myself."
Eileen felt only a moment's pity for the pathetic, trapped blonde shuddering on the bed in front of her. Then her own frustrations came back to mind, and she tightened inside. "And you want to now, don't you?" she prodded. "You're reeling right now at the thought of getting into bed with both me and Roberta, aren't you? You're thinking about what I said-about what we can all do for each other." She clutched at Louise's hair and lifted her head so their eyes met. "Admit it!"
Louise's body shivered, then-with downcast eyes-the softly whispered admission came out. Eileen smiled triumphantly.
"All right," she said. "When Roberta gets back from the shower, I'll go and take one, too. You persuade her to join us."
"Me?"
"Yes, you."
Louise looked terrified. "But how can I do it? I don't have the courage. How do I know what Roberta will say-how she'll react? What if she gets mad and threatens to tell Miss Hoskins?"
Eileen glowered down at the cringing blonde. It was so easy to make a slave out of someone-all it took was finding the right sexual key. "You'll, make sure she doesn't," she snapped. "You'll convince her that it's no different from letting a boy do it to her." Eileen chortled. "Hell, Roberta's so over-sexed she'll probably give you no trouble at all. The only reason she's never done this-if she hasn't-is because she's too dumb to think of it for herself." She smiled wickedly at Louise. "You're going to be her teacher."
From outside the window the two girls heard the soft whistling of Roberta, as she returned from the shower. Eileen dashed across the room and hurriedly slipped on her robe. She gathered together her towel and soap and-with her back hiding it from Louise's view-a little black object which she hurriedly wrapped into the towel. She turned quickly. "Don't let me down, Louise," she warned, just as Roberta burst into the room, looking rosy-pink and fresh-scrubbed from her shower.
Eileen exchanged a quick, meaningful smile with Louise, then announced that she was going for a shower also, and would see them later. She ambled across the floor of the outer sleeping quarters and when she reached the door, she tossed her towel, shower cap, and soap on the floor. She had no use for them; she had other plans in mind than taking a shower. When she got outside, the black object clenched tightly in her hand, she walked down by the lake to smoke a cigarette. No use in rushing them, she thought to herself. Give Louise time to operate.
She stood at the edge of the silvery water and looked across the lake at the boys' camp. Somewhere over there, sleeping among the bothersome teenage boys, was Jeff. Eileen sucked hard on the cigarette, wondering if he slept in pajamas or went to bed nude. She imagined the latter. He seemed like the type of boy who would want to wear clothes only when absolutely necessary-and then as few as possible. She pictured him curled naked on his mattress, his arms wrapped around his pillow-imagining it was Eileen-his manhood beginning to stir and respond in his sleep. How she wished she were there to crawl into bed beside him and take advantage of all that masculinity going to waste!
Angrily she flipped the cigarette into the water and walked at a quick clip back up to the bungalow, edging her way around the building until she stood just outside one of the rear windows, the shade of which she had purposefully left raised a few inches from the bottom. She scrambled through the shrubs that lined the side of the bungalow and peered through die glass. She caught her breath sharply. Louise had worked faster than she imagined!
Roberta stood in the center of the room, her head thrown back in wild ecstasy, her arms tightly clenched onto Louise's shoulders as the blonde knelt on the floor before her. Eileen felt a sharp stab of pain rip through her as she realized what was happening. Trying to fight it down, she raised the black object in her hand and aimed it through the window. She clicked a button, then turned the film inside the camera so that it would be set for the next exposure. She hesitated.
Louise's face could barely be seen, it was so tightly wedged between Roberta's thighs. The blonde's bobbing head darted in and out, back and forth against the sleek, smooth columns of tanned flesh. Her hands held Roberta by the back of her knees, and the knuckles were white from the pressure of her grip. Eileen snapped another picture, and then a third-fearful that the trembling which had suddenly seized her own body would blur the photograph.
Roberta's head revolved on her shoulders, twisting back and forth in a frenzy as Louise's attack mounted. Then, as Eileen watched from outside, she saw the redhead arch her body high on the balls of her feet, throw her mouth open, and tug at Louise's hair. Her back shook with repeated spasms, and then she seemed to collapse like a flower which has just had all of its sweet nectar sucked out. And Louise, like a satisfied bee, lifted away her face and smiled up at Roberta. The redhead reached down and cupped Louise's face between her hands, then bent to plant a quick, grateful kiss on her lips. Eileen recorded the kiss with her camera.
Both girls rose to their full height, then kissed again. When their lips parted, Roberta's mouth began the slow, steady descent down Louise's body, until she now knelt on the floor, her lips poised just at die threshold of inviting pleasure. Eileen took another picture, her hand trembling so badly from watching what was happening that she could barely hold the camera. As Roberta moved closer, hiding her face between the smooth pillars of Louise's thighs, Eileen snapped picture after picture, until the entire roll of film had been used.
She let the camera drop from her hand onto the soft grass at her feet, then brought her fingers quickly to the web of her thighs, sliding them between the opening of the robe and stroking her naked flesh as she watched what was happening inside the room. She couldn't help herself. Her body felt inflamed; her need roaring through every square inch of herself. At first her fingers did no more than gently manipulate the moist hof flesh between her legs, but as she watched the passion mounting inside the room-Louise's body bucking and jerking fitfully against Roberta-her hand began to probe inward, penetrating herself and sliding upward over the slick, tingling skin. Eileen moaned, digging her hand down further, so that the palm rested in the luxuriant floss while the fingers probed upward, the middle three bunched tightly together and plunging in and out in rapid, frantic rhythm.
Louise was howling now, spreading her legs wider, almost to the ends of Roberta's shoulders, and with her hands she was drawing the redhead closer, tighter, higher. Eileen's fingers moved harder, squeezing and probing-lifting and spreading-opening the plunging-pinching and stroking.
And then, almost as though she were the girl standing above Roberta and not Louise, Eileen felt her insides open up and the sweet warmth of herself pour downward in wave after wave of super-charged thrills.
She slumped onto the grass, her body sated, but still tormented. What she had done was nothing; barely able to quench the thirst for even a moment.
Those bitches inside the room were to blame, she thought. They had driven her to this-to the point of providing herself with a cheap thrill while she watched them satisfy each other. It was then that Eileen fully realized what had happened inside the room. Again she had been betrayed by Louise and Roberta. They had no intention of waiting for her to join them-they had gone right ahead with their own pleasure, let Eileen be damned!
Her throat filled with the bitter taste of hatred and revenge. "Well," she thought angrily, "we'll see who sleeps tonight!"
CHAPTER NINE
Eileen slipped out of the bungalow the next night and rushed quickly across the pool of light shining through the trees. When she got to the lake, she slowed down-looking for the spot where Roberta had arranged to meet Jerry. She saw him standing a few dozen feet away, smoking as he squatted on the sandy lake-front. Eileen took a deep breath and moved toward him.
"Hi, Jerry!" she said, as she approached.
The muscular boxing counselor stood, a look of amazement and confusion on his face. "Hi," he answered. There was an awkward silence, then he asked, "Where's Roberta?"
Eileen looked down at her shoes. "She won't be coming. She asked me to give you this note." She slipped the white square of folded paper out of her blouse pocket and passed it to Jerry.
He took it hesitantly and read by moonlight the words Eileen had dictated to Roberta that morning:
Dear Jerry, I'm sorry, but I won't be keeping our date tonight. We've had a lot of fun, but we were getting too serious, and I think it's time to call a halt to things right now, before we get further involved with each other. Don't try and get in touch with me. It would only make things worse for both of us. I'm sorry.
Roberta
P.S. Naturally I won't be going on the camping trip. I hope you can find someone to replace me.
Eileen remembered the way Roberta had written the note: the tears, the begging for another chance, the promises, and eventually the cold, bitter hatred in her eyes as she took pen in hand. The scene had not been a pleasant one. Nor, for that matter, had things been too rosy the night before-when Eileen burst into the room and announced that she had recorded the two girls' lovemaking with her camera and would give copies of those pictures not only to Jeff and Jerry, but to Miss Hoskins, the director, and to their parents-if necessary.
Louise had been dumb-founded; Roberta terrified. Both girls thought, at first, it was a joke. But, as Eileen talked on, they could tell by her grim determination that she was deadly serious. Louise was never again to go near Jeff, Eileen commanded, and if he made any overtures to her, she was to turn him down cold. Roberta, on the other hand, was to break off immediately with Jerry and definitely cancel out on the camping trip.
Jerry looked up, a puzzled frown on his face. "Why did she write this?" he asked.
Eileen gave him an innocent shrug. "I don't know. I didn't read what it says." She reached out and patted Jerry's shoulder tenderly. "Does it have something to do with that boy?"
"What boy?"
"The one who comes up from the village and takes her out in his car. Tonight they went-Oh I" she gasped in mock horror, covering her mouth with her hand. "Don't you know about him?"
Jerry took a step closer to Eileen and grabbed her roughly by the arm. "What boy?" he insisted.
Eileen cringed under his painful grip. "I just told you-he comes up from the village. I don't know his name; Roberta's very hush-hush about him."
Jerry's face was knotted with anger, his neck pulsating. "How long's she been seeing him?"
"Oh, ever since we got here. Off and on, that is. When she wasn't with you, I guess."
The muscular counselor released his hold of Eileen's arm and smashed one fist into the palm of his other hand. "Damn her!" he swore. "If I find them together I'll murder both of them!" He looked hopelessly at Eileen.
"She told me she loved me," he said, as though those words would of themselves deny everything he had just heard about Roberta.
Eileen shook her head and again raised her hand to Jerry's shoulder. "Roberta's not that kind of girl," she said softly. "She likes to live it up with a lot of different guys." Her hand left the boy's shoulder and climbed slowly around to his neck, where her long, slender fingers began playing with the end-hairs at the base of his neck. "She's not like me, Jerry, I know a good man when I see one; and I stick with him."
"I just don't understand it," he said, shaking his head slowly from side to side.
Eileen could tell, however, that already he was concentrating more on her softly caressing fingers than on his relationship with Roberta. "Would you like to take a walk with me, and talk it out?" she suggested, her voice promising the world.
Jerry stood motionless for a long moment, then half-smiled and nodded quickly. "Sure," he said, "let's go."
"Jerry," she sighed, reaching up to stroke both sides of his cheeks, as he kneeled above her a very short while later. She wiggled her bared buttocks on the damp grass. The shorts and panties, which Jerry had just pulled off her, lay in a rumpled ball around her ankles. She kicked her legs to free herself completely of them, then reached up to the buckle of his pants and tugged at it, while he pulled his shirt up over his head.
The boy's chest was massive, with thickly knotted muscles running like a metal breast-plate up from his hard stomach to his shoulders. His chest was sleek and smooth, with virtually no patches of hair across it. Eileen let go of the belt for a moment and ran her hand up and down the hot stomach, then inched her fingers lower, so that when he sucked in his breath she was able to slide her hand easily inside his trousers. She felt him rising up to meet her-with such throbbing and gigantic intensity that she became frightened and pulled her hand away. "Hurry," she urged. "I want to see all of you."
Jerry breathed harder and his fingers tore at his belt buckle. He stood up above her to drop his pants, and she lay back to watch. Even before he had torn off his underpants, Eileen trembled at the ominous bulge extending far out in front of his body. When he slipped them down, and his manhood sprung free above her, she gasped.
Jerry was the most powerfully built male she had ever seen. Staring up at him as he towered above her, she understood fully why Roberta had been so attracted to him-and why she had been so reluctant to give him up. And yet, at the same time, Eileen could not help wondering how the redhead-with her small, delicate body could accommodate this pulsating giant without dying of pain. Or, for that matter, how she would.
The boy sunk to his knees and began kissing Eileen's breasts, but all the while he rocked his body forward as he knelt, gently nudging himself closer and closer to her-like a battering ram at the fortress of a very tiny and quite insecure castle door.
Eileen wanted him to continue-maybe that was what she really needed-but at the same time she was too terrified of the consequences. Doubtless there would be pain involved, but would it last only a few moments-until she adjusted to his immense body-or would it last throughout their lovemaking, so that at the end she would have no satisfaction and only a worse ache than she had now?
She tugged at his head, lifting him up from her breasts. "Jerry, what did Roberta do for you?" she whispered.
He smiled and rocked closer to her on his knees, driving himself so near that she felt her soft skin part before him. In another moment he would lunge, and that would be the end of questions.
She pushed up on his chest, rolling him over on his back, where he lay with a puzzled look on his face. "Is that all she did for you?" she purred, although her voice sounded shaky and hoarse to her own ears. "Let me show you something new then."
She leaned over him and planted a quick kiss on his chest, then wiggled her body so that she straddled him-her eyes feasting on the towering desire he felt for her. She gulped, then kissed him again, this time a little further down-running her tongue around and inside the deep hollow of his navel. She felt him shift his body beneath her, squirming with a suddenly knowing anticipation of what was to come.
Eileen lifted herself and edged closer, then rested her body down so that the stiffened points of her breasts pressed into the very base of his stomach. She reached out for him, taking him in her hand with a mixture of fright and chilled desire. She felt him pulsate against her fingers as they closed about him, then began a slow, driving rhythm. He moaned as she increased the tempo of her stroke-driving him faster and faster-all the while gazing down on him with growing lust in her eyes.
Finally she could stand it no more, and-while she still held him firmly clasped in her hand-she bent her head and touched him with her tongue. He jumped in under her. Gradually, her lips and tongue wetting all around him first, she lowered her head and encircled him as far as she possibly could, although there was still more than enough room for her hand to continue its manipulations.
She lurched sharply forward, suddenly, as she felt his hands yank at her own legs. Then she understood. Without losing a single beat of the rhythm she was playing on his body, she brought her legs up to rest on his shoulders, then lifted herself while his fingers pried between her thighs and then brought her down to meet his own hungry lips.
She groaned deep in her throat, faltering for a moment in what she was doing as the blissful stroking of his tongue took up a rhythm of its own inside her. Then, picking up his rhythm, she returned to what she had been doing.
Together they writhed and twisted on the grass like a see-saw of flesh. As he thrust up his hips to meet her, she pressed down her own onto him-each of them sending volts of mutual ecstasy through the other. She felt him grip her buttocks in his hands and knead into them, drawing her even closer to his searching mouth. A moment later she lifted her hands and brought them up in front of her head, then down to search for and find the weighty symbols of his manhood-which she juggled between her skilled fingers-increasing her tempo as she heard the further groans of pleasure coming from Jerry's chest.
For just a single second she thought he was going to break the chain. He arched upward and tried to draw away from her. But she pressed down with her thighs and burrowed her head further onto him, and a moment later he took up the rhythm once more-content with what they had and, like her, not anxious to discontinue it in search of something new.
Eileen felt as though a tremendous balloon had been blown up inside her, and as Jerry stroked and caressed her, she tried to open herself wide to him, so that the balloon would burst and relieve the tension she felt growing more intense with each moment.
She tried to signal to him to increase his tempo by increasing her own. She felt him begin to throb violently, and thrashed her hips closer to him so that-so near the end-he would not forget her because of what he was feeling himself. Jerry did not. As she felt him responding more and more to her loving, so she felt him do the same to her.
She jerked and bucked against him, diving further and even further with her head until she wondered how it was possible she had taken so much of him. Then, before she knew it was happening, she felt her breasts rise up on his stomach as he arched his back from the ground. She tried to pull away, fearing what was about to happen, but it was too late. His passion was like a bullet shot from a machine gun-coming again and again.
She closed her eyes, swallowing hard and fast. And then, not expecting it at all, she felt the balloon pop. The surprise of it jolted her, and she arched so high she almost lost contact with Jerry's head. He rose quickly to meet her, however, and as she exploded time and again, he stayed with her all the way, just as she had done with him.
When it was over, she rolled off him and curled up in the warmth of his shoulder. They were both breathing heavily. Jerry reached for a cigarette and lit it. "Baby," he sighed, as he slumped back down and tightened his arm around her, "you're the greatest. I never had it like that before."
Eileen felt pride swell through her-not only because she had pleased Jerry so intensely, but because she had also pleased him more than Roberta had ever done.
"There's lots more we can do," she whispered, just before he put the end of his cigarette between her lips, "on the camping trip tomorrow night."
CHAPTER TEN
The camping trip, however, turned out to be no picnic for Eileen-from the word go. She jumped out of bed with a start, feeling someone roughly shaking her. Outside the windows the world was pitch black; not even a single bird could be heard heralding the morning sun's approach.
"Time to get up. Sleeping Beauty," Roberta rasped. Eileen blinked her eyes. "What time is it?" she asked groggily.
"Four-thirty, dear," the redhead said, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "You don't want to be late for your trip, do you?"
Eileen staggered to her closet, feeling like the walking dead, and hauled out her gear. A short while later, with four wide-awake and snappy little girls buzzing around her, she was dragging her heels around the lake, where the little party had been scheduled to depart. The boys were already waiting.
Eileen tried to smile as she approached, but the will just wasn't in her spirit. All she could manage at that hour of the morning-especially after the vigorous bout with Jerry the night before-was a weak grin.
Her spirits lifted somewhat when she saw Jeff emerge from his bungalow, a cluster of campers-as always-flocked around him. He stopped on the doorstep, seeing Eileen, and looked questioningly into her eyes. Then, his muscles rippling under his shirt as he walked, he came toward her. "Hi," she said.
He nodded. "What are you doing here?" he asked, a bit bluntly Eileen thought. "I thought Roberta was taking care of the girls?"
Eileen smiled sweetly. "No, she won't be coming along. There was a ... change in plans at the last minute, and I'm taking her place."
At that moment she heard Jerry boom out a too-cheery "good morning," and a moment later he was standing beside her. He put his hand on her shoulder and tried to draw her close, but she pulled away. Not before, however, Jeff had seen this gesture of affection and walked back toward the knot of teenage boys waiting by the bungalow. A moment later, she saw Frank emerge from the same building, and she stiffened. His eyes glared across the distance between them.
"What's the matter, honey?" Jerry asked, trying to draw her close again.
"Is he going along too?" she whispered harshly.
Jerry grinned. "Sure. He's a good guy to have around." His hand grazed the side of her breast, but she slapped it away.
"Not here," she hissed. "Not now-what if someone sees? That's the end of the trip right there."
Jerry grinned lewdly. "You're right. I never thought of that." He winked. "We'll save the love-stuff until later, huh?"
Eileen smiled a honey-sweet smile back at him. "Sure. Later." Like two hundred years from now, she thought to herself. Fat chance that muscle-bound creep would have, once they got going, with Jeff so close at hand.
But Jeff, however, was not close at hand. Not by a long shot. He was, in fact, a good many yards ahead of her all the way, laughing and singing with Frank and the other boys around him as they trudged off into the woods. By noon, with the hot sun beating down on the back of her neck and the pack of foot! and eating utensils weighing down on her shoulders, Eileen was ready to give up the ghost and head back for camp. She slumped down on a patch of inviting grass and leaned her head against a tree trunk.
"What's the matter, honey?" Jerry asked, squatting beside her. Like Jeff he seemed to be thriving on all this exercise. His cheeks were rosy, his eyes sparkling, his body seeming to hum in perfect tune.
"What's the matter!" she snapped. "Where are we going on this trip-to find Dr. Livingstone?"
Jerry laughed and patted her lovingly on the head. "Come on, up and at 'em! We've got a long way to go yet." He seized her hands and pulled her to her feet. Their bodies brushed tightly together and he bent to kiss her quickly on the side of her cheek. "Just think about what's going to happen tonight, baby. That'll give you the energy!"
Eileen smiled. "Yes, it sure will," she purred. But you can't guess why, she thought to herself.
By six o'clock Eileen was ready to fall into the next empty pit and cover the ground over herself. Her legs were like rubber. Each step she took she was positive would be her last. Her heart had stopped beating at a normal pulse rate miles back along the trail. Her clothes were sticking to her body and her skin was covered everywhere with a dry, salty coat of perspiration.
"Hey, Jeff!" Jerry called. "What say we pick a spot around here somewhere?" He turned to Eileen with a look that he hoped would make her appreciative of the favor he was doing her.
"Just over this next hill," Jeff called back. "We'll be close to the river then."
And so, girding herself for this final assault, Eileen trudged onward. She was practically crawling on her knees by the time she reached the top of the "next" hill-which turned out to be three miles away from the spot where Jerry had suggested making camp. She walked like a zombie to the closest tree and fell to the ground, her body spread-eagled in the soft grass. She closed her eyes and pretended she was dead. It wasn't a hard thing to do. She felt dead.
She lay there for a long, long time-listening to the still-cheery voices of the campers as they pitched their tents and carried in wood for the campfire. She didn't want to budge from the spot. Let them drive a tent stake through her heart if they must; she couldn't move an inch.
"Hey, how about the supper?"
She looked up, startled, to see Frank towering above her, nudging her with his foot. "Huh?" she groaned.
"Supper-you know ... stuff to eat? That's your job." He stared hard into her eyes. "You did come on this trip to help out, didn't you?"
"Sure," she said groggily. Then, full realization suddenly dawning on her, she sat bolt upright under the tree. "Oh!" She covered her mouth with her hands. Eileen hadn't the faintest idea how to boil water, let alone put together a meal for a herd of hungry campers. "Uh, listen, Frank," she stammered, "don't you think it would be a lot of fun if we all sort of pitched in? You know teach the little kiddies how to fix a meal for themselves if they ever got lost in the woods?"
He stared at her suspiciously. "Well ... I don't know."
She stood up quickly. "Oh, sure it would!" She turned to one of the girls in her charge. "Mary Alice, wouldn't you like to learn how to make your own supper tonight?"
The little girl leered up at her. "No," she said flatly.
Eileen growled tleep in her throat, remembering to give that one a good hair-pulling the next time she demonstrated life-saving techniques.
"I think the kids are tired out," Frank added. "You'd better rustle up something for all of us."
Eileen glowered at him as he walked away. Glumly she trudged down to the center of the camp and began rooting through the packs for the easiest possible food. She decided on canned spaghetti. After several long minutes of struggling with the can opener, during which she gave herself a nasty gash on the finger with one of the opened lids, she had the spaghetti bubbling away over the campfire.
Food, however, was the last thing on her mind. She felt dirty and hot and tired, and longed for a bath. "Mary Alice!" she snapped. The little girl appeared a few moments later. ""Will you take care of things here while I go down to the river for a few minutes?"
"No," the little girl said, already turning away.
"Mary Mice!" Eileen hissed. Then, in a voice dripping with sweetness, she cooed, "How woidd you like me to tell Miss Hoskins that you have a flashlight hidden under your mattress and that you use it every night to read Jungle Woman comics when you should be sleeping?"
"You wouldn't!"
"Try me," Eileen growled.
The little girl's eyes flashed fire, but she knew she was beaten. "All right," she moaned.
Eileen patted her on the head and bounced off toward the river. The air was cooler there, and as she walked along its deserted banks, she began peeling off her clothes. She piled them all under a tree, then dived into the inviting water. The cool river flowing over her body felt more wonderful than anything she had ever experienced. She stretched out on her back and floated with the current, splashing every now and then to wash away the grime and sweat from the long hike.
She was about to submerge to wash off her hair, when she saw a flash of color along the bank-and knew instantly it was Jeff. She felt her heart skip a beat, and lowered her body so that only the top of her head broke the surface.
Jeff stood at the edge of the river, near the spot where she had left her clothes, and began to take off his shirt. Eileen's heart beat like a trip-hammer as he peeled it up over his head, then reached for the belt of his shorts. He peered around himself in both directions, then-seeing no one-he dropped his pants.
Eileen gasped, almost swallowing a mouthful of water. He was gorgeous! She knew itl With muscles like those and a face like his, he just had to be beautiful everywhere! And he was! His heart pounded with joy as she watched his wholly-naked body amble to the river's edge, his walk sleek and graceful, like a panther's. She slunk further down in the water, submerging up to the bottom of her nose.
His legs were magnificent-long and muscular and covered with fine, golden hair. His stomach was flat and as solid-looking as a rock. His thighs were powerful, converging on a shrine of pure splendor for Eileen.
He arched his body, then dived far out into the river. Eileen waited until he broke the surface, then started swimming toward him. He was floating on his back as she approached, the length of his body completely visible under the thin surface of water that glided over him. The closer Eileen got, the more beautiful Jeff seemed to her. He was perfect-just right for her in every way.
Her hands felt like jelly when she reached out and touched him on the shoulder. He splashed furiously in surprise, flopping over onto his stomach and submerging almost completely. He stared at her with wide, horrified eyes.
"Hi!" she gasped, treading water easily. "I see we had the same idea!"
"What-what are you doing here?" he asked. His eyes kept darting down at his body, as though he were afraid that his nakedness could be seen by her.
She smiled. "The same thing you are." She popped her body upward by kicking her feet, so that her breasts cleared the surface of the water and bobbed there-uplifted by the flowing water. The nipples were as solid as mahogany twigs.
Jeff looked down at her, then his face colored and he looked away. "My gosh ... I mean ... hell, I didn't know you were here too! I'm sorry," he stammered. He kicked his legs and flung out one arm in preparation for a hasty departure, but Eileen stopped him, touching him forcefully on the shoulder.
"Don't be," she said softly. "I'm glad we're both here like this." She edged closer, allowing the current of the river to draw their bodies nearer with each moment. "Yeah, but...."
Eileen shook her head. "Don't be embarrassed for me, Jeff," she said. "I want you to see my body-all of it. I want to see yours, too."
He blushed again. "Sure, but ... I mean...."
Eileen knew she would have to take the bull by the horns. This hadn't happened the way she'd planned it, but she would have to make do with things as they were. Undoubtedly Jeff wanted her, too, but he was probably just embarrassed and unsure of himself. She would give him confidence.
She dog-paddled as close to him as she could get, then flung her arms around his neck. There was a startled look in his eyes, but she saw it only for the moment before she closed her eyes and pressed her face toward his, her lips open and waiting to touch Jeff's.
She felt his mouth against hers, but there was no response coming from him. She wiggled closer, her breasts stabbing at his chest and rubbing across it as the water swirled them this way and that. She flicked out her tongue and ran it across his lips, until-after persistent prodding-she felt his mouth open. Her tongue darted inside like a long-caged animal suddenly free. Jeff's tongue drew back in surprise at first, but as she held her mouth to his he slowly (licked out against her tongue, touching lightly and then drawing back in quick retreat. Jeff! her mind screamed. It's really you-it's you!
She had a sudden wild impulse to possess him right then and there. She shot her body upwards in the water and locked her thighs around his hips-spreading herself wide against him. She felt his body stiffen and try to pull back, but she clung to him. As the water swirled around them, she writhed up and down against him-and after a few moments she felt him begin to respond. That's it, she thought happily, that's it!
Their lips parted and she gasped for air. Their bodies felt slick and slippery against each other and she had to shift her arms around his neck to keep from falling off. As she thrust her hips forward, she felt him there against her-solid and ready. She looked down into his eyes. "Jeff," she whispered.
He sighed heavily and wrapped his arms around her back, nuzzling his face against her neck-biting sharply at the soft skin there. She heard him groan deep in his throat as the river brought them closer together, then felt him jerking his body up to meet her. In another moment they would be joined completely.
Eileen caught her breath, waiting for the thrust of him against her-the thrust that would sear like hot fire inside her, but which would finally give her what she had longed for these many weeks.
It never came.
From the river's edge, coming from the direction of the campsite, they heard the shouts and laughter of young boys headed their way. Jeff pushed Eileen off him. "It's the kids," he said harshly. "You've got to get out of here!"
"Jeff!" she groaned, still trying to cling to him-to feel him with her for even a moment would be bliss enough to last for hours. But he would not bring her close again.
"Come on!" he said sharply. "If they see something like this going on, there'll be hell to pay!"
Eileen bit her lip as he started to swim away from her. "Later?" she called. "Can we meet later?"
He looked back over his shoulder. "All right," he said. "If it's possible."
And then he was gone-swimming in the direction of the boys who stood along the shore, doffing their own clothes in happy preparation for a swim with their hero, their leader, her Jeff!
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Eileen swam back to shore and toweled herself dry with her blouse. Her thighs and stomach ached worse than if she had jumped into freezing cold water after gorging herself with a ten-course dinner. Damn those boys! She listened to them laughing and shouting a few dozen yards further downstream, climbing all over Jeff and commanding his full attention. Damn him too, she swore. Why, whenever she wanted to be alone with him, did he have to remember his "obligation" to those juvenile delinquents? Couldn't he forget about them just once-long enough to give even a small portion of himself to Eileen?
She scampered back to camp, trying to block out the sounds of Jeff and the boys enjoying themselves as she passed by where they were swimming. She'd give him one more chance-just one-and if lie didn't come through then, he could go to hell and back with those damn campers!
She approached the campfire and found all of the spaghetti eaten. A sharp hunger pang struck her, but after rummaging around in the various knapsacks she had lugged so far, all she could come up with in the way of a meal was a rather stale hot dog bun and some scrapings from the bottom of a peanut butter jar. She munched at the meager sandwich with ferocious hunger.
She had just about finished when Jerry walked over to her and sat down on a rock. "Hi," he whispered, clutching her arm. "I was wondering what became of you. I was beginning to think you'd been carried off by a bear!"
"I should be so lucky," Eileen mumbled, but when Jerry asked her what she'd said, she simply shook her head and told him she'd gone down to the stream to cool off.
He smiled. "Want me to warm you up again?" he asked, his fingers running the length of her arm. He leaned closer. "You know, what we did last night was great, but there's something else on my mind tonight."
Eileen breathed heavily. This was the moment she'd been dreading. It was bad enough to have Frank along on the trip, but she now had to cool off Jerry's stew as well.
"Look," she sighed, standing up and pulling her arm free of him, "I'm afraid we'll have to call it quits for tonight, Jerry. I'm so bushed from that hike I don't want to do anything but go to sleep."
He moaned and stood up behind her, clasping his arms around her waist and nudging his body close to her. "Come on, baby," he urged, "you're not that tired." His hands slipped down over her stomach and he tucked his fingers under the belt of her Bermudas, grazing over the soft flesh of her lower stomach. "Let's go for a walk together, before the others come back."
Feeling his hands slip lower, his body press harder against her sensitive buttocks, she wanted to say yes-do anything you want with me-as long as you make me stop aching like this. But she didn't. Jeff deserved one more chance. Perhaps he had no choice, as a conscientious counselor, but to come when his boys needed him. "No, Jerry," she moaned, trying to slip out of his grasp, "not tonight."
His fingers tightened on her. "Now look," he said, his voice suddenly hard with the first stirrings of anger, "from what you told me last night I was looking forward to big things from you. I could have brought a lot of other girls along, you know. Ones who'd be more friendly to me than you're being right now."
She wheeled about, anger rising up in her throat. Who did he think he was, anyway? Just because he'd gotten inside her pants once didn't mean she'd become his private vending machine-ready to dispense anytime he had his coin ready. "Well, then you'll know better next time," she hissed. "Now let go of me. I want to get my girls together and get settled for the night."
Jerry twisted her arm. "The only settling you're doing is with me-in those bushes over there." He pulled on her arm and she stumbled forward. As soon as she got her balance her hand flailed out and struck him, hard, across the cheek.
He seemed dazed for a moment, then struck her back just as quickly. Her cheek felt like it had been split apart by his hand. He yanked her forward and cupped her breast roughly with the palm of his hand, squeezing mercilessly. "A guy doesn't like a tease, Eileen," he warned. "You made promises, and you're going to live up to them. Now!"
Tears ran down her cheeks. She shook her head back and forth. "No, Jerry, please. Not tonight, please. When we get back to camp, okay, but not now. I'm really so tired it wouldn't be any good for you-and I want to give you the best I can." She looked up with a pleading gesture, her hand sliding tenderly-fearfully-down the length of his hard stomach.
He hesitated. "You're sure about that?"
"Positive," she whispered. "I'm too beat tonight. Any other time-whatever you want."
Reluctantly he dropped his grip on her arm and she wheeled free of him. Her heart skipped a beat. Across the center of camp, staring intently at her, stood Frank.
An undeniable tension crackled in the air of the little campsite for the rest of the night. Eileen was tense, irritable with the four girls under her care. Jeff studiously avoided her gaze, devoting his attention to the boys who had never slept in the wilds of the open woods before, and promising them that he'd be right there if they needed him. Jerry was grumpy, snapping angrily at Jeff and some of the young campers about the way their tents were pitched; and Frank stood back on the sidelines, observing everything but saying nothing. At last, after a half-hearted marshmallow roast and the telling of a not-too-spooky ghost story, the fire was doused and everyone crawled into their sleeping bags.
Eileen waited until the only sound in the air came from an occasional cricket, then lifted her head and surveyed the campsite. Everyone seemed sound asleep, the soft buzz of snoring floating in the night around her.
She unzipped her sleeping bag and scrambled out of it. Her body shivered in the chill breeze coming off the river, and she thought perhaps she should slip on some thing warmer than her thin summer pajamas. Then, on second thought, she realized more clothes would only get in the way in a matter of minutes. She cautiously stood up, then-on tip-toe-stole across the clearing toward where Jeff had bedded down for the night.
She stepped lithely between the gawking, sprawled, sound-asleep teenagers snoring around him and got down to the ground. His eyes were closed and he was breathing peacefully. His face had a half-smile on it, and Eileen suspected he was dreaming about what had happened at the river.
Lightly, her fingers trembling, she touched his forehead and brushed back a wisp of stray blonde hair that had fallen over his eyes. Jeff did not budge. She spied the zipper of his sleeping bag and, cautiously slid it open far enough to reveal his semi-nude body. He wore only a pair of briefs-the rest of his golden body lay naked and open to her. Lifting the edge of the sleeping bag, she slid in her feet, then nestled the rest of her body into it so that her chest pressed close against Jeff's, her thighs welded to his. She heard him moan in his sleep, then felt him lift up his arm and wrap it tightly around her shoulders, drawing her in against the warmth of his body. She felt her mind spinning wildly.
She wiggled her body so that the V of her thighs pressed tightly against him, then slid her hand down over his bare stomach and under the elastic of his briefs. She sucked in her breath as her fingers plowed across the wide mat of golden wool, then touched him tentatively. He groaned again and swelled up to meet her. She clasped her fingers around him and, her heart pounding like a bass drum, began a slow, steady rhythm against his flesh.
She pressed her lips to his, and this time when they touched she felt his tongue thrust out instantly to meet hers-lashing hotly, wildly, inside her mouth as he sucked deep. He groaned again, throbbing violently now in her manipulating hand, then opened his eyes.
She smiled, but Jeff drew back with a look of wide-eyed fright in his eyes. "Eileen!" he gasped.
She smiled and nestled closer, her hand temporarily stopping its rhythm, but her fingers remaining tightly wrapped around him. "Of course it's me, silly," she whispered. "Who else were you expecting? A lion?"
He grinned, then lowered his hand and gently pried away her fingers. "How did you get here?" he asked.
"That's not important," she sighed. "What is important is what's going to happen now that I'm here."
Jeff grinned again, pressing his body against hers. "These are kind of cramped quarters, aren't they?"
"The tighter the better for me," she whispered, her tongue darting into his ear and licking the inner folds of it.
Jeff laughed and pulled away his head. "Let's go someplace else," he urged.
Eileen's heart skipped another beat. It was going to happen-he wanted her! "Let's go anywhere," she breathed heavily.
She wiggled out of the sleeping bag and a few moments later, his body still greatly aroused, Jeff stood up beside her. "Let's go over in those bushes," he whispered, propelling her forward.
Eileen floated on air to where he indicated. Choosing a soft bed of moss in a little clearing a few yards from camp, she lay down on her back and held her hands up to him. He took her fingers in a tight squeeze as he lowered himself to meet her, pressing his full weight down on top of her.
She bent her head just slightly to kiss him on the side of his neck, then jumped in surprise as she felt him pushing down the bottoms of her pajamas. When they were around her knees, his hand slid up between her thighs and stroked roughly, opening her with his urgent fingers. This was so quick-too quick! She tried to slow him down by pushing up the top of her pajamas, but after a playful nibble at each nipple, Jeff lifted himself and-spreading her legs wide-knelt between them as he roughly shoved down his underpants. Eileen barely had a glimpse of his naked power before he had lunged back down on top of her, his body lifting and thrusting against the outside of her treasure hold.
"No," she whispered, "not yet, Jeff. Please not so soon!"
But he would not be put off. Reaching both hands down between their bodies to open her wider and to position himself, he thrust forward. Eileen squealed as he entered her, driving himself all the way, so that the wool of his lower belly ground against her.
She moaned as her body absorbed the pain. This was what she had wanted all along, and yet-coming so quickly-it was not what she wanted at all. She tried to push him out and away, so they could start again-all the preliminaries she had dreamed about for so long. But Jeff would not budge.
His hips were moving in fast rhythm as he drove himself in and out, roughly plunging so deeply that she felt she would split apart, then pulling away so far that she was confident she had lost all of him, until the next violent stab shot into her.
She was gasping and panting for breath, but felt none of the pleasure such sounds had previously meant for her. Now they were desperate cries, but they fell on deaf ears.
Eileen wiggled her hips, trying to accustom herself to his presence, his driving force, and salvage something of what had been so violently lost. She opened her legs, but when he plunged deeper there was no increase in pleasure for her. Only the constant ram-rod discomfort of his lunging attack.
She looked into his face, but found his eyes clenched tightly shut, his lips mumbling unintelligible words. Then, so forcefully did she cry out, he bucked and rammed even harder, each pounding thrust more terrible, more urgent, than the last. She heard him gasping, and when she looked again into his face, she realized with horror what was happening. She tried to lay perfectly motionless, clench shut her thighs, do anything to stop it from happening, but nothing she did had an effect on Jeff. He seemed to not even know she was there. He was using her like a machine-terribly, violently, and wholly impersonally-for his own gratification.
He thrust once more, then groaned heavily and collapsed against her. He lay breathing on top of her for a long while, as she shivered in under him-feeling suddenly very cold and very lonely in the dark night. Then, as ruthlessly as he had entered, he withdrew himself and got to his knees. He yanked up his underpants, then patted her on the head-in much the same way, she realized with anguish and terrible loathing, that he patted those damn teenagers at Camp Baldwin. "Thanks, honey," he whispered. "That was wonderful." He kissed her on the lips, but to Eileen it was like rubbing a cold fish against her mouth. "I'd better get back, in case someone wakes up and needs me. I'll see you again, though."
"Go back," she said flatly, not caring any longer what he did.
She lay on the grass for a long while, tears streaming down her face, her arms and legs covered with gooseflesh. She felt like a discarded tissue: something to be used and tossed away, with absolutely no effect on the user other than relief that a temporary discomfort has been alleviated.
So this was what it was all for, she thought bitterly. The way she had treated Frank, the ruthless way she had broken apart Jerry and Roberta-then spoiled Jerry's fun, the inexcusable tormenting of Louise until she had driven the blonde back into something she desperately wanted to escape, the gruelling hike, the nights of torment-all for what? For a wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am from a guy who was too much in love with himself to even know what it was all about.
She cried again, then got to her feet. Well, she promised herself, when she got back to camp she'd set everything straight. She'd bring Roberta and Jerry back together, try to set Louise straight, destroy the film, and do her best to make Frank forgive all the nasty things she'd said and done to him.
She started to walk wearily back toward her sleeping bag, but before she got two feet, she heard a twig snap close behind her. A dark figure moved in the shadows. She opened her eyes wide with fear and wheeled about. Another was in front of her. She opened her mouth to scream, but before she could get out a sound, a rough hand clamped over her mouth and someone seized her around the waist.
With fear written all over her face, she saw Frank step out of the shadows in front of her.
"All right, Jerry," he whispered, "let's go."
CHAPTER TWELVE
Eileen kicked and squealed, trying to wriggle her way free of the two boys, but they maintained a tight hold on her. Jerry's arm held her pinioned around the breasts-both of her arms locked tightly to her sides-while his other hand clamped her lips tightly shut. Frank seized her legs when she started to kick, and-grabbing them tightly-began to carry her. They walked for what seemed like miles to Eileen, each step carrying her further and further away from the safety of the campsite and deeper into the woods she feared so much. At last they dropped her.
"You make one sound and I'll hit you so hard it'll be the last one you make," Frank hissed, as she opened her mouth to scream for help.
"What's the big idea?" she snapped. Her blood was boiling at the peak of anger, even through her fear.
Frank smiled menacingly. "That's just what I was wondering when I saw you get out of your sleeping bag."
"I couldn't sleep. I wanted to go for a little walk," she explained.
"In your pajamas?" he asked.
"With Jeff right behind-in his underpants?" Jerry put in.
Eileen turned from one to the other, her face reflecting the panic she felt inside. "He heard me wandering around, and thought it might be one of the kids sleep walking," she lied feebly.
Frank grinned. "Sure. And when he found out it wasn't, he told you a little bedtime story, to make you sleep better."
"Like the one you told me," Jerry interjected. "About how you were too tired to do anything but collapse."
"It's true!" she squealed.
"I think you've told one story too many," Frank said, his voice low and threatening. "You should have known that sooner or later one of us would compare them with the other."
Eileen looked flustered, then her head snapped back with a rush of quick anger. "I'm sick of playing Twenty Questions," she growled. "If you two boys are through, I'd like to get back to bed." What right did they have to question what she did, anyway? She would be damned if she started taking orders from anyone-let alone someone like Frank, who she knew could be wrapped around her little finger.
Frank took a step toward her. "Huh-uh, baby. We're not through yet."
"We didn't even start," Jerry said, coming up behind her and putting a heavy hand on her shoulder. "Remember? You and I've got some unfinished business to attend to."
"So do we," Frank said with an evil smile.
Eileen's eyes widened with sudden awareness-a realization of what they planned to do with her. She shook her head back and forth, beginning to whimper deep in her throat. "No," she pleaded. "Frank-Jerry-don't!"
"Why not?" Jerry said, as his hand pulled down the shoulder of Eileen's pajamas with such force that the material ripped to reveal one naked breast. "You wanted to come on this trip. You made sure it was yourself and not Roberta that came. Now Frank and I are going to give you a little remembrance-a kind of souvenir."
Both boys laughed wickedly, and advanced closer.
Eileen tried to cover her bared bosom, but Frank grabbed her hand and pulled it away. "Don't try to hide, Eileen," he hissed. "We want to see what you've got to offer." His hand flew out and grabbed the other side of her pajamas, then yanked. The thin fabric shredded all the way down to her stomach.
"Yeah," Jerry said, grabbing her around the waist, "we want to find out what's so special that you were saving it all for Jeff." His hand grasped a fold of her skin and pinched it, roughly. "What's he got that we don't?"
"Nothing," her mind screamed. She realized that now. But it was too late; the die was cast.
Eileen whirled about and lashed out at him with her nails, gouging them into his cheek and dragging them down to leave five little furrows of red in his skin. He howled and broke his hold on her. She started to run, but in the dark woods she stumbled and fell to the ground. Frank was instantly on top of her, sitting on her stomach as he held down her arms with his strong hands.
"You bastard!" she howled.
"You've been looking for this for a long time, baby," he hissed, "and now you're going to get it. I think this is just what your kind of girl needs."
He bent his head, and while she thrashed in under him, he bit at the points of her breasts, his teeth rasping across the soft skin and chewing mercilessly at the sensitive nipples. Eileen started to scream and he drew back his head. Releasing her arm for just a moment, he struck out at her with the flat of his hand, knocking her head sideways like a rag doll's. Tears came instantly to her eyes.
"Get down her pants," Frank called to Jerry, who hovered above them.
Eileen whimpered, begging them not to go through with it, but she felt Jerry's hot hands grab the waist band of her pajamas and tug them down, ripping them as he pulled. In a moment they were off and she lay totally naked in under Frank.
"Now hold her arms," he said hotly. Jerry knelt above Eileen's head, facing Frank, and pinioned her arms to the ground. Frank raised himself from her and jerked open his pants. Eileen shivered, seeing the vicious power of him poised above her. She felt his hands dig between her thighs, spreading her open, then squealed as he thrust his fingers upward-wiggling and twisting savagely-opening her even further. She began to moan and thrash on the ground as his probing set off an involuntary chain reaction inside her-even against her will she felt herself begin to respond.
Again his head bent to bite at her nipples, driving her wild with his raw, animal-like passion. Then he stopped. His forehead was tense, his eyes glazed, as he lifted himself a few inches above her. Eileen clenched shut her eyes as he drove downwards and the sharp, stabbing pain of his entry spread up like a saber to sever her every nerve ending and leave raw, gaping need pulsating through her.
Frank plunged against her hard, his breath coming fast and hot against her face. He bucked and lunged, driving as though he wanted to split her apart. With each new thrust Eileen sucked in her breath, trying to hold shut her legs and keep him from reaching even further, but any effort to prevent him was hopeless. He was thrashing against her breasts, their skin slapping together with sharp, stinging cracks. As his assault mounted, each downward plunge going deeper than the last, Eileen trembled to discover that her own hips began leaving the ground to meet him-pull him down with her-admit him higher-increase his drive.
She felt herself tingling, beginning to beg him with her body for more. Even in his brutal attack, she could feel that he was in command-he was forcing her to respond-mastering her-whereas Jeff had simply used her, not caring if she lay there or joined him in the heady rhythm.
She arched herself up, widening her legs and lifting them to wrap around his buttocks. She heard him sigh heavily, and far above her-sounding miles away-she heard Jerry panting as he watched. The sweat trickled down between her breasts, bringing a tiny pool of moisture to her stomach and intensifying the sound of the skin hammering against skin as Frank drove down to weld himself to her.
Then he grunted and lifted himself so high she thought he was finished. But he plunged deeper, staying longer before the next high arch. She knew what was about to happen. "No!" she cried. "Wait for me! Please, Frank-wait for me!"
She jolted up her hips, wiggling them and thrusting them in trip-hammer speed as she tried to catch up with him. But it was too late; A moment later, hearing him grunt and whine next to her ear, she felt white-hot-lava of spent desire spread through her. Frank collapsed on her breast, panting heavily. She tried to continue the motion of her hips, but his weight-dead atop her-prevented her from moving more than an inch. He lifted his head, then slowly withdrew from her. She squealed and tried to keep him in, but a second later he stood above her. Eileen thrashed on the ground-begging him to come back.
"Your turn," he grunted to Jerry.
Eileen trembled as the two boys changed places and Jerry towered above her. He was already exposed, and the sight of his naked body arched so close to her filled her with fear once more.
She shook her head. "No, please! You're too big! Please, Jerry, no! No! Nooooo!"
She felt the pain spread all the way to the pit of her stomach as Jerry thrust deeply, impaling her to the ground. She could barely move her hips, feeling them about to crack open from the gigantic force of him.
His forehead was covered with perspiration, his breath hot on her neck. His thrusts went deeper-far deeper-than Frank's; his speed more intense, more demanding.
Without doing a thing, Eileen felt her insides begin to tingle from the prodding motion of his body. He was reaching her in a completely different way than any boy had done before-setting off fires inside her that had been previously untouched. She matched his panting, tried to match his driving rhythm. She was howling loudly in the open air. She felt Frank cover her mouth, but her squeals came through his fingers. Angrily he twisted her head to the side, then barked a sharp command to Jerry. She felt the muscular boxing coach lift himself slightly, then felt Frank settle over her shoulders. He grabbed a knot of hair and jerked her head up off the ground. His fingers opened her mouth, then he thrust into her.
Eileen almost gagged as he plunged deeply. She felt both boys pounding their flesh against her then, and she thought she would lose her mind. She was being assaulted from every nerve ending in her body, her mind soaring with frantic, wild, barbaric ecstasy.
She no longer thought. She felt; and gave feeling in return. The back of her neck felt stiff as she burrowed closer to Frank, engulfing him. Her hips were splitting apart from Jerry's increasingly violent thrusts. And most exciting of all, they were dictating everything. She was their pawn, and she loved it.
Together, the three of them linked to each other in a bucking, sweat-covered chain of uninhibited passion, they soared. Each of them grunted a private cry of wild need.
And then the chain melted into liquid fire. It came first from Jerry-who, with a savage howl, thrust so deeply that Eileen thought he would break through the walls of herself. She felt the molten fire shoot into her, and as it did, it set off a conflagration of her own. With a tremendous burst of release, she felt the walls open up and pour out the pent-up need she had suffered with for so long-spreading down and around and over Jerry, engulfing him and aiding his own pleasure. And then Frank. He burst hotly-again and again-rocking his body forward and down to the ground with Eileen's head, plunging so deeply that for a moment she could neither breathe nor swallow nor see nor hear anything but him.
Jerry slumped against her, his arms flung up and over both her shoulders and Frank's legs, as he knelt-spent and drained-where he had been.
Eileen felt as though some terrible cancer had just been cut from her body-the healing cure of its absence already infusing her with new life.
Slowly, hating to part with either of them, she urged the two boys off her, then sucked in a deep, long breath of pure night air.
She reached out and touched each of them on the cheek. "God!" she whispered. "Dear God!"
There was no smile of satisfaction in either of their faces, however. Frank stood up and slipped back into his pants. "Let's go, Jerry," he grunted.
The other boy stood up and started dressing.
Eileen scrambled to her feet, clinging to Frank's arms. "What are you going to do now?" she asked.
"Go back to bed. I've had all of you I can take for one night."
"Me too," Jerry grunted.
"Frank?" she questioned, not knowing what she wanted to ask, but fearing what was on his mind.
"Don't touch me," he growled, shaking free of her. "Save that for your boyfriend, Jeff. You picked him and you're going to stick with him now. He's too nice a guy for us to let you kick him around the way you did with us."
He hitched up his pants and motioned to Jerry. "Let's go." The two boys started to walk away from her. Eileen screamed.
"Wait for me! Don't leave me here like this, please!"
A smile creased Frank's face. "Why not? You don't think anything's changed in the last few minutes, do you?"
She tried to cling to him again, wanting him to fold his arms around her and protect her-realizing, now, that he was the one she should have wanted all along.
"Everything's changed!" she pleaded. "Frank, believe me-everything's changed!"
He was silent for a long moment. "You're right, baby. It has." He stared at her for what seemed an eternity, then motioned to Jerry. "Come on, let's go."
As Eileen watched in horror, listening to the sounds of the night, the dark lonely woods, close in around her, the two boys ran off from her, their arms thrown around each other's shoulders, their voices ringing with laughter.