Annette Marshall rolled onto her stomach and ripped open the envelope with eager fingers. A letter from Bob was always the high point of any day, but today it was especially so. She hadn't heard from him in over two weeks and she was beginning to worry. Not that she feared he was sick or in any land of a scrape. With Bob's physique and quick mind there wasn't too much trouble he couldn't handle easily. Except one. He had a weakness for conniving females, and there had been many a girl in Central High who began sharpening her claws for the handsome football star the minute word leaked out that Annette's parents were sending her to Miss Patterson's School for Girls instead of letting her finish out the last year of school in public high.
While Annette was around, none of the other girls had dared compete for Bob's attention. But Miss Patterson's was several hundred miles away from Central High and Bob was the kind of guy who began to get restless if he didn't have a steady supply of female attention. He would be easy pickings for the cat pack that Annette had been able to keep at a distance while she was dating him.
She felt a twinge of disappointment as she extracted the single sheet of ruled composition paper from the envelope. Bob's letter covered only one side and was written with pencil in big, sprawling characters. "Looks like he dashed this off in study hall," she thought, her sense of apprehension and irritation mounting. "Couldn't even find the time to write to me from home."
Rolling onto her back on the dormitory bed, she held the letter up and began to read:
Dear Annette, I guess you wonder why you haven't heard from me. Don't you? Well, it's this way. I've been real busy, Annette. With football practice and everything, I mean. We start the new season next week, see, and the coach wants us to be in shape. That's why I haven't written. How are you? Hey, do you remember a girl named Sandy Russell? Well, she's got your old position on the cheerleader squad and she's real nice. It'll be nice to have somebody to talk to on the bus when we go to away games, like you and me used to do. How's school? Gee, I really miss you, Annette. Danny Stein got cramps in the cafeteria this afternoon and they had to stop serving the shrimp salad. When will you be home for vacation? Thanksgiving? I sure hope so, cuz I really miss you. You know in what way I mean, don't you? Well, I have to go now. So long until later.
Your friend, Bob
"Your friend!" Annette choked, as she leaped angrily up from the bed. "Your friend! Oh! I'll minder him! Of all the nerve! I'll dig his throat open with my bare hands when I see him! Right after I pull out every bleached hair on that Sandy Russell's head!"
She paced the room in a fury, muttering curses to herself and stopping every few feet to hold up Bob's letter and read certain passages again. Rage boiled through her veins as she pictured Bob and Sandy Russell in the back of the football bus.
"Somebody to talk to!" she growled. "Like you and me used to do! Huh! The only talking we ever did was to ask the kids in front of us to warn us when the coach was looking!"
She crumpled Bob's letter in a tight ball and threw it as hard as she could at his picture on her desk. Then, rage turning instantly to hurt, she flopped face down on the bed and began to cry.
"Why did you have to send me to this rotten place, Mom?" she sobbed. "I didn't want to come; I never wanted to be away from Bob and all my friends. You're the one who thought I should come here-because it would sound good to tell your friends I was at Miss Patterson's. Ohhh! I hate you for sending me here!"
Annette covered her head with her arms and sobbed into the bedspread, and as she cried her anger shifted focus from Bob to her parents. "It wasn't really his fault," she rationalized. "He's just a normal guy with normal needs. If I can't be there to satisfy them-because of my stinking parents' snobbery-then..." she choked on the next words, "then ... some other girl will! Oh, Bob!"
She scrambled up from the bed and raced across the room to where she'd thrown his letter. Smoothing it out as flat as she could, she kissed Ins signature, then tucked the letter into a drawer with the half-dozen or so others he'd written while she was at Miss Patterson's. As she did so, a pack of photographs in under the letters caught her eye and she quickly seized them. They were color pictures taken at the beach the week before she left home to start school. Hugging them to her breast protectively, she went back to the bed and began to flip through the snapshots.
"Bob is really some guy," she thought, as she stared intently at the pictures of him in his bathing suit, clowing aroimd for the camera. Tanned almost nut brown, curly blonde hair that fell impishly over his right eye, muscles like Mr. America, he was male enough to make the tight red swim trunks he wore look obscene when they were wet.
As she stared at the pictures, Annette felt little twitches begin to vibrate in her thighs. She remembered the day they'd been taken. The way she and Bob had goofed off in the water-ducking each other and splashing-and then the way he'd swum up in under her when she wasn't looking and bobbed his head between her legs, lifting her clear out of the water atop his shoulders. He'd driven her crazy like that, rubbing the back of his head between her wet, glistening thighs and tight into the patch of bikini clinging to her middle.
Remembering it, Annette found herself beginning to tingle in the same sensitive way. Her sheer silk panties felt like sandpaper as she shifted her legs, and she brought her hand down to soothe the tender ache.
Bob had let her slide off his shoulders, the naked flesh of his chest and belly gliding over the wet skin of her back in a way that drove her wild for him. When she was level with his body, he turned her and clasped her tight against himself, gripping her knees with his legs and pulling her in so tight that she could feel the perfect outline of him through his bathing suit. She had murmured his name and kissed him hard on the mouth as the waves rocked them in and out against each other, teasing and tantalizing them both with the imitative rhythm their motions suggested.
His hands went to her breasts and cupped them in the water, his thick fingers sliding easily in under the bikini bra to reach naked, aroused flesh. He had pinched at her nipples with his thumb and forefinger until they were stiff and swollen for him. Then, lifting her up from the water once more, he'd brought his mouth down on a turgid bud and sucked it furiously with his tongue and lips while Annette squealed for him to stop because somebody on shore was bound to see them.
Bob didn't want to stop, though, and after releasing her nipple with a wet, plopping sound, he grabbed her hand and shoved it down inside his bathing suit.
"See what you do to me, chick?" he grinned, as
Annette anxiously adjusted her hand in the cramped quarters until she had a firm grip. "How am I going to make out when you go off to that boarding school?"
"Don't talk about that now, Bob," she pleaded, wiggling up closer to him and pushing at his bathing suit with her free hand. Their bodies were deep enough in the water so that no one could see her shove Bob's trunks down to his knees. The water brought them together and Annette clamped her thighs tightly shut, trapping him there.
"Oh, honey!" he moaned. "Honey! Right here! Let's do it right here-I don't care who sees us!"
"But what if we drown?"
"Then let's drown happy," he kidded, as his meaty hands clamped her hard on both hips and pushed brutally at her bikini bottom. It was off before she knew it, floating down to her ankles. And then there was nothing to separate them as the tide rushed in and swept over them. For a moment, Annette was not even aware that it had happened. The water had hit with such force that it had overshadowed Bob's. But as the sea glided back out and Bob moved with it, she knew he was there and she cried out with pleasure. It felt so different doing it there in the water-so different! There was the tingle of salt water, the lapping strokes of the gentle waves breaking over naked skin, the steady drive of sleek, wet flesh. And when it finally happened-when Bob threw back his head and howled above the break of the surf as his hands locked her buttocks in rigid place for his pulsating body-Annette thought she was going to dissolve completely and become a part of the very sea that had helped them find such wild joy.
Recalling that afternoon, Annette felt her hips vibrating up and down atop the mattress, and was shocked to discover that while she day-dreamed over the pictures of Bob, her hand had wiggled its way in under the leg of her panties and was softly stroking in a way that only increased the frustration tormenting her.
"Bob ... Bob..." she moaned, as her fingers moved faster, more knowingly. In her mind she imagined that he was with her right then, doing to her what her own hand was doing. A sharp jolt of discomfort shot through her, and she realized that she was going to be totally unglued for the rest of the day unless she stopped teasing herself and did what was necessary.
Putting aside the snapshots momentarily, she thrust her hips up so that she could easily wiggle down her panties. The moment they were off, she flung them to the side of the bed and propped herself up. Her skirt rode high on her thighs, revealing all of the lush beauty of Annette's exciting young body. The hand slithered back like a friendly snake to its nest. The fingers were hot and moist when they touched, alive with sensitivity as they began to move.
"Bob!" she gasped, thrilling to the feeling she was arousing in herself. "Oh, Bob! I miss you-I need you! Oh! Oh!"
Twisting slightly, she grabbed one of the color pictures-the one of Bob in close-up, his body glistening with salt water, his bathing suit clinging to every muscle-and held it up close to her eyes.
"Yes! Yes!" she grunted, her fingers moving faster every second. "Yes, Bob! Yes, like that! Let me feel you just like that! Oh! Oh! Oh! Ohhhhh! Bob!"
"Well!" a sudden voice from the doorway exclaimed. "What have we here?"
CHAPTER TWO
"Georgia! What are you doing here!" Annette gasped, rolling quickly onto her side as she attempted to push down her skirt and hide the evidence of what she had been doing.
"I'm your roommate, remember?" the petite little blonde purred, as she walked toward Annette's bed. "Maybe I should ask what you're doing?"
"Well you had no right to just barge in like that! Couldn't you have knocked or something?"
Georgia's eyebrows lifted and she gave Annette a strange smile. "Before coming into my own room? Honey, come on!" She stooped and picked up the discarded pair of panties beside Annette's bed. "These belong to you?"
The dark-haired girl snatched them angrily. "Of course they do. Dammit, you don't have to be so darn smug about it! So you caught me. I'm sure that if I'd burst in here a couple of times when you said you'd been studying I would have found you in a pretty embarrassing condition, too." She swung her body off the bed and started to pull on the sleek white panties.
"You would not," Georgia protested. "I don't do such things!"
Annette stopped, with the panties pulled only halfway up her legs, and gave her roommate a withering look. "You don't?"
"No, I don't. I never have and I never will. My mother warned me about doing things like that. She said bad tilings would happen to anyone who did it."
"Such as what?" Annette grunted. "Well-pimples for one thing."
"Pimples?"
"Yes. Mother said that's why so many boys have bad complexions. Because they do things like that to themselves."
"Georgia," Annette sighed, "did your mother tell you that you get babies only when some stupid bird flies down your chimney, too?"
"Of course not!" the blonde said defensively. "I know very well how babies come."
"Then how can you say something as stupid as you just did?"
"I don't wish to discuss it any further," Georgia said huffily. "Frankly, I find the subject distasteful."
Annette tugged her panties the rest of the way up, then took a deep breath and turned toward her roommate. This was a challenge, and one which she had no intention of backing away from.
"Georgia," she inquired, "tell me something."
"What?"
"Have you ever done it."
"What? Done what?"
"You know-with a boy."
The blonde's eyes widened in shock. "Of course not! Mother says that should be a gift a woman gives her husband on her wedding night."
"But what man wants a stale gift, honey?" Annette purred. "Some things have got to be kept in good working order or they lose their value."
"Oh!" the blonde gasped. "You're awful, Annette! Just awful! I bet you did it."
"Damn right I did," Annette boasted. "I'm only sorry I didn't start doing it sooner than I did!"
"When did you start?" Georgia asked hesitantly.
Annette thought for a minute. "Let's see ... I guess that time in the tree house with Tommy when I was twelve doesn't really count. Ummm ... about three years ago-when I was fourteen."
"Fourteen!" Georgia gasped, visibly shocked. "Aren't you ashamed to tell me that?"
"Aren't you ashamed to tell me that at seventeen you still haven't started?" Annette replied.
"No, I'm not. I'm proud of it."
"Oh, Georgia," Annette laughed. "Have you ever got your sense of values mixed up!"
"Why do you think that?"
"Look, baby," Annette said, as she went to sit on the bed beside her roommate, "you're human, just like me. I'm sure you feel a lot of the same things I do, don't you?"
"How do I know what you feel?"
"Well," Annette explained patiently, "don't you sometimes wake up in the middle of the night and feel like there's a fire in your belly?"
The blonde hesitated for a moment. "Sometimes, I guess."
"Well."
"Well what?"
"Why do you think you feel like that."
"Heartburn?"
"No, honey. Sex burn! Your body is telling you something. It's saying it needs to do what it was meant to do."
"It doesn't say anything of the kind!"
"Of course it does. And it probably has been saying the same thing ever since you stopped being a little girl. Didn't you ever feel all funny inside when you went out on a date with a guy and he touched you in certain places?"
"Nobody ever touched me there!" Georgia exclaimed.
Annette's eyes blinked in surprise. "Are you really trying to tell me that you're an honest to gosh virgin, Georgia?"
The blonde's neck stiffened, her eyes flashing with inner pride. "Yes. I am."
"Oh, boy!" Annette gasped. "I thought the breed was extinct! How can you stand it?"
"I-I don't want to talk about it any more," Georgia snapped, getting up from the bed and walking quickly away. "You're embarrassing me, Annette, and I don't wish to carry this conversation any further along these lines."
For a moment Annette thought to hell with it. Why bother bringing the little blonde out of her fool's paradise? But then, realizing that unless she set Georgia straight on a few points their friendship would very-likely be at an end, she decided to approach the matter from a different angle.
"Georgia?" she said softly. "Do you know what I was thinking about when you burst in on me?"
"No, and I don't want to know. It was probably something very dirty."
"No, it was something very nice," Annette said, gritting her teeth to hold back her irritation. "I was thinking about my boyfriend Bob, and the things we did at the beach last summer."
"Please, I don't want to hear about it."
Annette stretched out on the bed and closed her eyes. "We went in swimming," she began, as though she were talking to herself, and in a calm, even voice she told the whole story of what she and Bob had done in the water. When she finished, she looked across the room at Georgia. The blonde's face was nearly white, her eyes wide and glassy looking.
"In the water? You did that in the water?" she gasped.
"Ummm, it was heavenly," Annette purred. "Just thinking about it a little while ago got me all upset. That's why I was doing what you found me doing. I was pretending it was happening all over again."
"You mean you liked it?" Georgia exclaimed.
"Of course I liked it! I loved it, as a matter-of-fact! I've been going nuts ever since I got to this stinking school because I'm so far away from Bob. Or any other boy, for that matter."
"But-but," Georgia stammered, "I don't understand. Mother told me that it hurts-that it's an obligation every woman has to withstand when she gets married. She told me it's horrible what boys do to girls."
"Honey," Annette said tenderly, beginning to understand why Georgia acted the way she did, "come here." She patted a place on the bed next to her. "Come here and sit down a minute."
Slowly, Georgia crossed the room and sat beside her raven-haired friend.
"Now listen," Annette began, "I don't know what your mother's problem is, but she had no right to inflict it on you. She's given you a very distorted picture of what being a woman is like. Okay, maybe the first time it hurts a little, but you don't mind it after a minute or so. And when it happens again, it's just heaven!"
"It-it is?"
"Of course," Annette said, patting the blonde's knee. "And all the things a boy can do to you before it happens are wonderful too."
"Like what?" Georgia asked timidly.
"Well, like when he puts his hand on your breast and squeezes."
"Like this?" the blonde asked, as she clamped her hand onto her own breast and squeezed roughly. "That doesn't feel so spectacular."
"That's because it's your own hand, silly. If it's somebody else's, it feels entirely different." Seeing that Georgia wasn't convinced, she lifted her hand slowly and said, "Now look what the difference is when I touch you." She pressed her fingers softly on the rise of Georgia's breast, stroking in the same way Bob had always done with her.
"Ohhh!" Georgia sighed. "You're right! It does feel different!"
"And then they do things to your nipples to make them all hard, and that feels so wild you think you're going to go out of your mind!"
"Mine are getting hard already!"
"Are they?" Annette murmured. "Let me see."
"Do you think I should? I mean, is it right for us to--? "
"Stop thinking about what's right and wrong, will you?" Annette snapped. "Here, let me unbutton your blouse and take off your bra."
Georgia whimpered weak protests as the other girl undressed her, but when the bra and blouse had been shed and her pert young breasts stood defiantly naked, she sighed and closed her eyes to Annette's gentle touch.
"See? Doesn't that feel great?"
"Oh, it does! It does!"
"Now look when I put my mouth there. . . "
"Oh, don't! Annette, don't do that."
"Why not?"
"Well-because, that's why. Two girls shouldn't do things like that."
"I know," Annette said huskily. "But we're pretending that I'm a boy. Remember?"
"Oh. Does that make it different?"
"Of course." Annette bent her lips slowly to the proud pink tip of Georgia's nipple, feeling a curious excitement pounding through her veins. She'd never done anything like this with another girl before, but somehow the thoughts about Bob and the feelings she'd almost satisfied before Georgia burst into the room had driven her to the point where she was ready to experiment with anything. She was timid at first, as her moistened lips came into contact with the little berry-shaped bud. But as she tasted the sweetness of it on the end of her tongue she became bolder-widening her mouth and sucking beyond the pink circle and down to the mound of soft, tender white flesh.
"Ooooh!" Georgia sighed heavily. "That does feel heavenly! How do you make your tongue do those things?"
Annette pulled her mouth away. "I'll show you. Here, you do it to me and I'll teach you." She quickly unbuttoned her blouse and ripped off her bra.
"I-I don't know if I should, Annette," the blonde stammered. "I mean, boys don't have breasts like yours." Her eyes took in the fullness of Annette's proud chest-the rich slope, the deep cleft, the dusky brown circles with the tips defiantly erect and pulsing.
"Of course they don't-" Annette hedged. "But, uh, they have other things, and you could apply your lessons accordingly."
"You don't mean that-that I would want to put that in my mouth!" Georgia gasped.
"Who knows? Right now, honey, let's just concentrate on what's at hand, okay?" She pushed gently against the blonde's head, bringing her close to the waiting nipple. She could almost sense the warm, wet tightness closing around her before Georgia's timid mouth touched. When it did, Annette let out a sharp hiss through her teeth and pressed harder on the back of the blonde's head, feeding her as much as the girl would take.
"That's right, baby," she purred. "Just like that-you're doing fine. Move your tongue around a little more, though. Ooooh! Yes! You learn fast! Oh, baby, you pick it up real fast!"
Abruptly, she pushed away Georgia's feasting lips. "That's enough, honey," she said huskily. "Now for the final step. Here, you stretch out on the bed and wiggle out of your panties."
"But-"
"Don't argue with me," Annette snapped, her body racing with unsatisfied emotions. She didn't care whether it was right or wrong, whether Georgia was a boy or a girl. Just so she could stop feeling like this for even a single minute!
"Good," she said with a weak smile, when the pretty little blonde had pulled away her panties. "Now I want you to pretend that I'm a boy and I'm going to make love to you. Close your eyes and imagine that I'm the guy you really felt the most about when you were dating."
While Georgia did as she was told, Annette quickly yanked away her own panties and pushed her skirt far up over her thighs. Then, spreading her arms on either side of the blonde's body, she settled down flat atop her.
"See, the pressure of a body feels good, doesn't it?"
"Yes," Georgia gulped. "What are you going to do, Annette?"
"Just this," she whispered, as her hand wiggled between them and went instantly to work.
"Oh! Oh!" the blonde panted. "What are you doing? Oh, stop! Oh, that feels so good! Oh, stop, please!"
"It feels even better when it's the real thing, honey," Annette growled. "This is just a poor substitute." She moved her fingers faster, knowing just where to use them to give Georgia the most pleasure. "Now me, baby," she panted. "Do it to me, too. Come on, make me feel as good as I'm making you feel."
Hesitantly, Georgia brought her hand down on the other side of Annette's and wiggled it into place. "Like this?" she asked timidly. "Am I doing it right, Annette?"
"What do you think?" she purred. "You're doing it just fine. Only don't stop. Please don't leave me hanging, okay?"
"I promise," Georgia panted, as the two girls' bodies bounced and writhed atop the bed. "You don't either."
"It's a deal!" Annette sighed.
Later, as they lay side by side in Annette's bed, their nearly naked bodies cooling slowly, they smoked in silence, each afraid to look at the other.
"We shouldn't have done that," Georgia said at last.
"We had to," Annette responded. "At least I had to or I'd have gone nuts. What you mean is we shouldn't have to do such things. If we weren't locked in this stinking all-girls school we wouldn't have done it."
"But what can we do?" Georgia whined. "Now that I know what it feels like, I don't think I can ever be the same again. I'm going to want more, Annette...."
"I know. Me too. That's just the problem. If we don't find some guys pretty soon, we're both going to be fruitier than the proverbial fruit cake."
CHAPTER THREE
The next afternoon, after her last class of the day, Annette went back to her room and changed into a pair of shorts and a blouse and went out for a solitary walk in the woods. She needed to get away from Miss Patterson's School for a while and be by herself to think. The vast acres of undeveloped land surrounding the boarding school had always proven a perfect place for these quiet reflections, and she felt her spirits buoy as she reached the cool forest path that would take her to a rippling stream deep in the heart of the woods.
"Friday afternoon," she thought in dismay. "A whole weekend in front of me-and nothing to look forward to. If I were back home, Bob and me could go to the drive-in or somebody's party ... or just sit around in his car and neck."
Little goose bumps began to ripple across her neck and arms at the thought of those happy weekends at home. Why did her Mother have to go and louse everything up by sending her to this rotten place? Didn't she know it was unhealthy for young girls to be shut off from the company of boys? What was she trying to do, anyway? Turn her into a-a lesbian?
Annette shuddered at the sound of the name. Images of bull-faced women in men's clothing ran through her mind. Is that how she and Georgia were going to wind up by the time they got out of Miss Patterson's? If things kept on as they were, it seemed a pretty sure bet. Especially now that she'd gone and turned Georgia on to things.
"Why didn't I leave well enough alone?" she chastised herself. "It was bad enough when just I had the hots-now we've both got them ... and very-likely for each other unless a miracle happens pretty soon."
She and Georgia hadn't mentioned their little session to each other since it happened, but she knew it was in the back of both their minds. When would it happen again? Would a time come when they stopped making excuses for why they were doing it and admitted that they liked it? Annette shuddered again, feeling suddenly unclean and ashamed of herself. "I don't want to be like that," she declared aloud. "I don't! All I want is to go home and be with Bob!"
The sound of the rippling brook caught her attention. She hadn't realized she'd gone so deeply into the woods already. As she broke through the underbrush and stood on the bank of the stream, a wild idea ran through her mind. Why not take a swim? It was already well into autumn and undoubtedly the water would be ice cold, but maybe that's just what she needed. A good chill on the outside might help cool down some of the fire burning away inside.
She stripped quickly, laid her clothes by the trunk of a tall tree, and dived into the water. It was cold I She could feel her nipples contracting from the chill of the freezing water, and a little pain shot suddenly through her chest.
"Swim it out," she told herself. "It's just the initial shock of it." She plunged deeper into the middle of the stream, flailing her arms and legs to try to accustom herself to the cold, but the further, she got, the worse the cramps in her belly became.
Suddenly she felt a spasm stiffen her leg muscles and she cried out in pain. Her leg was paralyzed! She could feel her body beginning to double up with shock, and tried desperately to swim back to the bank. Her leg wouldn't move, and the more she thrashed, the worse her pains became. The swirling water began to pull her down, and she screamed for help.
Feeling as though she was going to die at any moment, she swallowed a huge mouthful of water, spit and felt more rush down her throat. She was drowning! It was all she could do to scream again, before the rush of the stream swept over her head once more and dragged her in its path. Her head bobbed to the surface and she screamed once more, but her voice was barely audible.
She could feel black circles beginning to spin before her eyes and a curious heat rushed up into her throat. She bobbed like a feather at the mercy of the water, certain now that her life was at an end.
And then, as though all her prayers had been answered by some mysterious force, she felt strong arms wrap around her breasts and begin to pull her toward the bank. Through misted eyes she could see a face-a boy's face, straining with exertion as he stroked his way to safety with her. The blackness closed over her then and she fell spinning into the terrible void.
She was conscious first of the hands on her back, pumping her shoulder blades up and down as the butt of a knee jabbed into her spine. Then she heard the voice, urgently muttering, "Come on. Live! Don't die! Come on!"
She moaned and coughed, spitting up water. Slowly, after many minutes of feeling the pressure continue on her back and arms, Annette regained full consciousness. She wiggled her knees and scrambled to a sitting position.
The boy knelt beside her, his shirt off, his muscular chest covered with perspiration, his face flushed with exertion. There was a deep scowl between his sparkling brown eyes, and his fists were tightly clenched.
"What in the hell is the idea?" he swore, grabbing Annette by the arm and shaking her roughly. "What did you want to do a thing like that for?"
"Like what?" she whispered. Her eyes took in every detail of his features-from the curly brown hair to his bare feet. A pair of sopping wet shoes and socks rested beside him.
"Like trying to kill yourself."
"Trying to--? " Annette laughed weakly. "Is that what you thought I was doing?" One look at the intense expression on the boy's face told her it was. "I-I was only taking a swim," she explained.
"In the middle of October? In a fresh-water stream?"
"I guess I didn't think it would be that cold," she said meekly. "But nevertheless, thank you for saving my life--? "
"My name's Scotty," he informed her. "And you should thank me. That water was pretty damn cold!"
Then, for the first time since he'd brought her back to consciousness, Annette realized she was sitting there completely naked. Instinctively her hands covered her breasts and she drew her legs close together.
"Don't worry about that," Scott laughed. "You were unconscious for a pretty long time, so you're no longer a mystery woman to me. Except..." he winked, "I don't know your name."
His smile was so infectious she could not help but return it. "I'm Annette," she told him.
"You stash your clothes around here somewhere, Annette?"
"Down by that tree," she said, pointing. She'd drifted quite a way downstream, so that the tree was nearly a hundred yards away from where she now was. While Scotty went to retrieve them, she felt her mind beginning to devise a plan.
By dumb chance, by almost paying for it with her life, she'd stumbled upon a boy! She couldn't imagine where he had come from, but as long as he was here she had to figure out how to make the most of him. By the time he'd returned, an idea had taken shape.
"Do you live around here, Scotty?" she asked, as she slipped into her clothes. His eyes, she noticed, watched with dismay as each new item of clothing hid more of her lovely body from sight. Maybe what she had wasn't a mystery any longer, but that didn't mean he wasn't interested.
"In a manner of speaking. I'm from the military school on the other side of the mountain."
"Long way from home, aren't you?"
"Well, you see we're going to have what they call a survival game this weekend. That means they take the whole lot of us from the upper form and dump us somewhere in the woods-then make us find our own way back to the school. We're supposed to live on wild berries and what we can trap and make shelters out of branches. You know the scene."
"And you were trying to find your way back?"
"No," he laughed. "I already know the way back. You see, a buddy of mine got hold of the plans, so he knew the exact location of where we'd be dumped. We decided to sneak over here before the games started and stash away a few goodies-to make it a little more comfortable. Then, tomorrow night, when everyone else is tramping around like a bunch of jackasses, we'll stroll over to the highway, thumb a ride to about a mile from school, and get in before anybody else! So we'll not only have it easy while everyone else is slaving away, but we'll win the prize as well!" He grinned proudly at his own audacity.
A boy after my own heart! Annette thought with an even bigger smile than Scotty's.
"Tell me," she began, "would you and your pal like to really spend the weekend in comfort?"
"Sure. But we've got a pretty good setup worked out already. We've got-"
"Girls?" Annette interrupted.
Scotty blinked. "Girls?"
"Yeah. You know, like me?" She wiggled her chest just enough so her breasts shimmied beneath the blouse.
"No," the boy laughed, "that's one thing we couldn't lay our hands on, I'm afraid."
"Want to lay your hands on a few?" she purred. "How?"
"Well, I'm from Miss Patterson's-which is just on the other side of these woods. How would you and your buddy like to stay with my roommate and me for tonight and tomorrow?"
"Cripes! Would we!" he burst. "But how?"
"I'll smuggle you in."
The cadet shook his head quickly. "Huh-uh. Sorry. If somebody found out that Gregg and me spent the weekend in your room instead of in these creepy woods, we'd have our tails hung out to dry before we knew what hit us."
"Oh, Scotty," Annette soothed, leaning close to the boy and stroking his cheek. "How can you say no? Do you want to have the responsibility of my suicide on your hands?"
"Huh?"
"Well, when you said you knew I'd jumped in the stream to kill myself ... you were right."
"I was!" His eyes bulged wide with astonishment and awe.
"Yes," Annette whispered, hanging her head in what she hoped looked like shame. "You see, we're all so frustrated at Miss Patterson's that most of us just have no more will to live."
"Frustrated?" Scotty gulped.
"Uh-huh. Take me, for instance. I really like boys. I mean," she emphasized, running her hand quickly all the way down Scotty's body before returning it to his cheek, "I really like them. And so does my roommate. But we haven't seen a boy in the past three months. Do you know how that makes a girl, Scotty?"
"How?" he said, swallowing.
"Wild!" Annette shrieked.
Scotty was so surprised by her outburst that he lost his balance and fell over backwards. Annette was instantly atop him, grinding her pelvis against his, smothering his face with darting kisses.
"Wild, Scotty! Wild! We'll do anything to get our hands on some boys! Anything!"
He gulped audibly and reached for her, but just as his hands caught her shoulders, she pulled herself away and leaped to her feet.
"Is it a deal? Will you and your friend come tonight?"
"Will we!" he croaked. "I'm ready to now."
"All right then," Annette purred, "here's how we'll do it...."
CHAPTER FOUR
Annette knew that on Friday nights most of the girls in her dormitory, as well as the house mother, went to the student center to watch the weekly movie, which began promptly at eight o'clock. At precisely ten minutes after eight, she opened the door to her room a crack and peered down the hall. The building seemed deserted.
Motioning for Georgia to follow, she slipped out of the room and padded the distance to the bathroom. It was the only part of the building with a fire escape outside the window, providing the easiest access to the second floor where the girls lived.
"I'm scared," Georgia whispered, clutching at Annette's arm just outside the bathroom door.
"What do you have to be scared of?"
"What if someone catches us?"
"So what if they do? We tell them we were going for a shower. That's why we put on our robes and brought along towels."
"But-but I'm still scared, Annette. Maybe we shouldn't go through with this. If we're caught with two boys in our room we're going to be in real trouble."
"Honey," Annette sighed, "we're going to be in worse trouble if it's just you and me cooped up in that room."
Georgia's cheeks turned a rosy pink and she averted her eyes.
"Come on," the dark-haired girl said, "we're going to have a ball with Scotty and his pal. And we won't get into any trouble. Once the boys are inside, nobody will have the slightest suspicion of what's going on."
She started to push her way through the bathroom door, but once again Georgia restrained her.
"Annette," she said, "what do they look like? Are they handsome?"
Annette smiled indulgently. "Well, I don't know about his pal, but Scotty is a real dream. He's got the strongest shoulders I've ever seen in my life, and his face is just like a movie star's."
"But he's going to be your date," Georgia pouted. "What happens if his friend's a real dud and I'm stuck with him all weekend?"
"In the unlikely event that it's true," Annette sighed, "I'll promise to share Scotty with you."
"That's terrible!" Georgia gasped. "You mean you'd let the same boy-you know-with both of us?"
"Come on," Annette laughed, grabbing Georgia's hand and pulling her into the bathroom. "By the time you make up your mind you want to go through with this, the boys will have frozen to death in the woods!"
Annette made a quick survey of the bathroom and, finding it empty, proceeded to the shower room-which was a separate little section, divided from the rest of the lavatory by a swinging door. It was from here that the fire escape led. Instructing Georgia to stand by the door between the two sections and whistle the moment anyone came in from the hall, Annette switched off the overhead light and raised the window. She fished inside her bathrobe for the pocket flashlight she'd brought along, aimed it in the direction of the woods just beyond the dormitory, and blinked it on and off twice in quick succession, then allowed it to burn for a full ten seconds before flicking it out. After waiting a minute or so, she repeated the signal.
"There," she whispered, putting down the flashlight, "they should be on their way now."
"Annette..." Georgia whined. "I'm so scared I think I'm going to have an accident!"
"Hold your legs together, dammit!" Annette cursed. "We don't have any time for that. I can see them coming."
Both girls watched breathlessly as two shadowy figures darted across the lawn between the dormitory and the woods. A few moments later, they heard the clank of iron as the boys started up the fire escape. Annette's heart was pounding so much she was afraid it would leap out of her chest, but she forced herself to keep an iron hand on the situation. Once the boys were safely inside the room she could go all to pieces. Right now she had to be sure that nothing went wrong.
"Hi!" she breathed huskily, as the first pair of male legs swung through the window and Scotty dropped nimbly to the floor of the shower room.
"We thought you'd never get here! What took you so, long?"
"What took us so long!" the boy grinned. "Chick, if we got here any faster they'd want us on the Olympic Team!"
Another pair of legs poked through the hole and a smiling, black-haired boy with the most exciting eyes Annette had ever seen in her life jumped down. "Hi," he beamed. "I'm Gregg."
"I'm Annette, Gregg," she purred, beginning to wish that she'd told Georgia she could have Scotty all to herself and she would take pot luck on the pal. And if he looks this good in the dark, with all his clothes on, she thought, just think what he'll be like without them! Well, as she'd told Georgia, there'd be plenty of time for switching partners once things got under way.
"This is Georgia," she said, introducing the blonde to Gregg. She felt her body tense at the sudden smile on Georgia's face and the way she purred, "Hello." So soft and kittenishly sexy! Oh, that one picked things up fast! she growled under her breath.
"Where's your room?" Scotty asked, as he wrapped his arm around Annette's shoulders and squeezed her close to him. "It was pretty cold out in those woods at night and Gregg and me would like to warm up.
"Yeah!" Gregg beamed, eyeing the way Georgia's robe had slipped open at the top to reveal the slope of her delicate young breasts. "I'll say we would!"
"Follow us," Annette said, as she led the way out of the shower room. They walked in procession through the outer room and paused at the door. Annette was sure everyone on the floor was at the movie, but she didn't want to take any reckless chances at the last stage of the operation. She opened the door just a crack and peered out. Suddenly she gulped and slammed it shut.
"What's the matter?" Georgia said fearfully.
"Ellie Moran is coming down the hall!" Annette choked. "Everyone back to the showers! On the double!"
The four of them all but fell over each other as they scrambled across the tile floor and zipped through the swinging door. Annette could feel her heart pounding a mile a minute as she pressed her ear against the wood and listened. Outside, in the other room, the bathroom door opened and Ellis Moran shuffled inside, whistling absently.
"She's coming here!" Annette moaned. "She's going to take a shower!"
"What'll we do?" Scotty whispered. "If she finds two guys in here with you we're all dead!"
"She won't find two guys."
"She won't?" Gregg gulped. "What'll she find?"
"Four girls! Georgia, take off your bathrobe, quick, and you guys roll up your pants legs and take off your socks and shoes!"
"I'm not dressing up like a girl!" Gregg protested.
"You want to dress up like Alcatraz Al if the C.O. finds out about this?" Scotty warned, punching his friend roughly on the arm. "Do what Annette tells you, for crissake!"
"I'm not taking off my bathrobe in front of them!"
Georgia wailed. "I don't have anything on under it, Annette!"
"Take it off!" she growled, clutching at the belt and ripping it open. "And get against that door!" From the other part of the bathroom they heard the sound of a toilet flushing. "Ellie's coming! Give me that damn robe, Georgia!" She seized her roommate roughly by the shoulders and jerked the terry-cloth robe off her body. Squealing and trying to cover herself with both hands, the blonde backed against the door and braced herself.
"Hey!" Gregg whistled. "I think I'm beginning to like this idea after all!"
"We don't have time for that!" Annette spat, throwing Georgia's robe at him. "Get that other sock off and hike up your pants!"
"Hey!" a shrill female voice called out. "What's the matter with this door? Who's in there?"
"Here!" Annette hissed, sliding her own robe off her shoulders and shoving it at Scotty. "Hurry up! Georgia can't hold her out there all night!"
As the boys struggled to pull up their pants legs and shove their big arms into the sleeves of the girls' robes, Annette grabbed the towels she and Georgia had brought and draped them over the boys' heads.
"Keep your neck bent and your face hidden," she instructed. "If we rush past her she won't have time to think about it."
"Who's holding this door shut?" Ellie screeched. "Let me in there! What's going on!"
"Hurry!" Georgia moaned. "I can't hold it shut much longer!"
"Pick up your shoes I" Annette hissed. "Hide them under the bathrobes!"
"I'm going to get Miss Conway!" Ellie screamed, backing away from the door suddenly and nearly toppling Georgia through into the other section of the bathroom. "I'm going to call her to come and see what's going on in there!"
"All right!" Annette said, as she rushed to the door. "When I give the signal, go!" she burst through the swinging door and stopped smack in front of the tall redhead named Ellie Moran.
"Why hello, Ellie!" she purred. "What a surprise!"
"What's going on in there?"
"In where?" Annette's voice was like thick syrup.
"You know damn well where. In there! Who's in there?"
"Just Georgia and some friends we invited up from Miss Burke's for the weekend. Lulu and Tessie."
Ellie cocked her eye suspiciously. "Oh yeah? Then why were you holding the door shut?"
"Tessie's very shy. She doesn't like anyone to see her when she's in the shower."
"Is that why she takes it in the dark?"
"Oh!" Annette gulped. Then, smiling even more broadly, she smoothly exclaimed, "That bulb must have burned out when we weren't looking. I didn't even notice it." Urging Ellie to one side, Annette tapped on the door to the shower room. "Come on, girls. It's only Ellie. They're so afraid some nasty boys might sneak in and see them naked," she added in a confidential whisper to the redhead.
The door burst open, swinging right in front of Ellie and Annette. The patter of feet rushed across the tile floor and to the main door. The trio had just got it open and were slipping into the hall when Ellie managed to brush Annette aside and catch a glimpse of them as they ran.
"See?" Annette said sweetly, as she skipped toward the door also. "Nobody in there but us chickens!"
"Yeah?" Ellie grunted suspiciously. "Well I think you should tell that one chicken she's got awfully hairy legs!"
CHAPTER FIVE
"Oh, Lulu!" Scotty squealed in a high-pitched voice, fluttering his wrist limply in the air. "I was so frightened of that big girl!"
"I know, Tessie," Gregg flounced, flinging himself into Scotty's arms and hugging him in an exaggerated embrace. "Me too!"
"All right you two clowns," Annette laughed. "Keep it down, huh? Just because we squeaked through one close call doesn't mean we're out of danger. Ellie's no dope, and she'll probably have her antenna up all night."
"Oooh!" Scotty minced. "That sounds just awful! Her antenna up!"
"You nut!" she laughed, swatting him on the head and pulling him away from Gregg. She pressed her body up flush against his and gave him a pouting look. "Give me a kiss for all the trouble I went through?"
"Only if you promise to give it right back," Scotty grinned. His arms wrapped around Annette's naked shoulders and hugged her so tightly he lifted her up onto the tips of her toes. His mouth came down hard on hers, his lips sucking wildly to ready the way for his tongue, which shot into Annette's mouth with such sudden force that she had to swallow to keep from choking on the big, thick thing lashing away at the walls of her mouth.
"Hey!" she gasped, pulling away from him and throwing back her head in a weak laugh. "Easy does it, tiger!"
"Can't help it, baby," he grinned, running his hands up and down her naked back. "I've been thinking about you all day."
"Oh, yeah?" she muttered. "What were you thinking about me?"
"Why don't I show you instead?" His hands found the firm cheeks of Annette's buttocks and squeezed, bringing her up hard against the front of him as he ground his hips in a slow circle.
"Ummm," she purred, feeling the hard pressure of him through his pants, "you must have been thinking bad things."
"Good things, chick," he grinned. "Good things."
"Want to go in the other room and tell me about them?" Annette breathed.
"The other room?"
"Sure," she explained. "Tins is a very classy joint you're in, Mister. Madame Patterson provides all her girls with these little reception rooms where we can entertain our clients before retiring to the boudoir!"
"Hey, some set-up!" Scotty laughed, as he looked quickly around the little study adjacent to the bedroom. It was furnished exactly like every other set of rooms in the dormitory: a comfortable couch, a few little tables, an easy chair, and two study desks without disturbing the other inside the bedroom. "What d'ya think, Gregg? Should we take it?"
"Yeah!" the boy murmured, his eyes following Georgia as she paced nervously back and forth round the room, trying to decide if there was any point in asking for her robe back or if both boys had already seen enough to make it pointless covering up.
"I mean the room, stupid," Scotty laughed.
"Oh. Yeah, that's okay too. But I like what comes with it." He flopped onto the couch and patted his leg. "Hey, chick, why don't you stop jogging and come on over here? Sit on my lap and we'll talk about the first thing that comes up!"
He winked at Scotty and both boys roared with laughter. But Gregg's little joke only made Georgia shy away from him all the more. She huddled against the wall like a trapped animal, not knowing which way to turn.
"Let's go see that boudoir, baby," Scotty whispered, tweaking Annette playfully on the rump.
She laughed and started toward the bedroom with him, but they had gone no more than a foot when Georgia's shrill cry stopped them.
"Where are you going?"
"In here," Annette nodded.
"Don't go! Please-don't leave me alone!"
"You're not alone, baby," Gregg declared. "You got me to keep you company."
"I don't want you!" Georgia wailed, her mouth beginning to pucker.
"Hey, what's the matter with her?" Scotty whispered. "She's going to blow the whole scene."
"It's her first time," Annette explained. "She's nervous."
"Her--? " Scotty's eyes widened in surprise. "No kidding! Boy, that Gregg has all the luck! A virgin!"
"And what makes you think I'm not a virgin, too?" she teased.
Scotty's arm hugged her knowingly. "A little bird told me."
"Oh yeah?" Annette cocked her eye and patted Scotty low on the stomach. "I've been introduced to that bird, and he's not so little!"
"Baby!" the boy moaned, grabbing her suddenly and pulling her in against him. "Let Gregg fend for himself. I can't wait for you and me to get together."
Annette allowed him to lead her another few inches toward the bedroom door, but once again Georgia wailed in protest.
"I can't leave her like this," she explained, as she reluctantly left Scotty's embrace. "I don't know what she's liable to do. If only we could loosen her up somehow...."
"Hey!" Scotty laughed, smacking himself on the forehead. "We forgot the duffel bag! Gregg must have left it out on the fire escape. Go and get it, huh?"
"Oh, baby," Annette protested. "Is it really necessary?"
"Uh-huh," he said, nodding vigorously. "We got something in there that just might do the trick."
"Well..." Annette didn't really want to do anything except grab Georgia by the hair, throw her on the couch, and flop Gregg on top of her. She'd get over her case of nerves fast enough that way. Of course she knew such an idea was impossible and so, reassuring Georgia that she'd only be gone a moment and cautioning everyone against opening the door for anybody but her, she slipped back down the hall to the bathroom.
She'd expected to bump into Ellie Moran in the shower room, but when she went through the swinging door, the place was deserted. "All the better," she sighed with relief. That saved one more explanation when she dragged in the duffel bag. It was right where Scotty thought it would be, and after a bit of struggling she was able to haul it through the window and drag it into the hall. She was almost back to the room when a voice stopped her cold. Ellie!
"What have you got there, Annette?" the redhead inquired, eyeing the lumpy bag suspiciously.
"Uh, it's-uh-laundry! Yes, it's some things Tessie and Lulu washed out earlier in the machines downstairs."
"Why didn't they bring it up themselves?" Ellie swayed slowly down the hall toward Annette, her one hand behind her back, a curious smile on her lips.
"Well, uh, they would have, but they went to bed early."
"Oh? They're in bed now?"
"Yes. They're fast asleep!" Annette chuckled, edging toward the door to her room.
"What a shame. I wanted to meet them and talk for a while."
"Well," Annette laughed nervously, "that is too bad, Ellie, but I'd hate to wake them up."
"Maybe tomorrow?"
"No! I mean, they're going to be gone tomorrow. They've got a very early plane to catch, Very early, so you probably won't get to meet them at all."
"Now that is a shame," Ellie said, clucking her tongue. "Well maybe you could give Tessie something for me before she leaves in the morning."
Annette swallowed hard. "Such as?"
"Such as one of her socks" Ellie said, a wicked glint in her eye as she brought her hand from behind her back and dangled one of the boys' military socks before Annette's eyes. "I found it in the shower room, right after you left." Then, fishing inside her bathrobe, she brought out Annette's little flashlight in the other hand. "And maybe this belongs to your other friend. What did you say her name was? Lulu?"
Annette's cheeks colored a deep red. Without even thinking of what she was doing, she whirled away from Ellie and rushed headlong through the door to her room.
"Damn her!" she cursed, slamming and bolting the door. "She knows! I know she knows!"
"Who knows what?" Georgia giggled from the other side of the room.
Annette turned away from the door and did a double take. The little blonde was sitting on the couch between Scotty and Gregg, her arms around the two of them so that her pert little breasts stabbed straight out from her chest. The boys had both stripped down to their underpants, and Gregg was toying on one of Georgia's nipples with this thumb and forefinger.
"Well," Annette said, gaping at the leering faces of the other three. "What miracle brought about this transformation?"
"It was Gregg's idea," Scotty explained. "He decided that maybe the reason Georgia was acting so jumpy was because she had all her clothes off and the two of us were still fully dressed."
"Yeah," Gregg beamed. "So we took our clothes off."
"And I helped I" Georgia chimed.
"But why did you stop?" Annette said with a wicked smile, nodding at the white cotton shorts on both boys.
"We didn't want to give out the presents until you got back," Scotty winked. "Just unwrap 'em a little!"
"How considerate," she drawled. "When do I get mine?"
"Soon as you want it, babe," the boy leered, as he rose from the couch and swaggered across the room toward Annette. She watched him as he walked-at the peculiar way his shorts fluttered and strained forward.
"What's wrong with right now?" she whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck and biting softly on his ear.
"Nothing I can see. Want to go in the bedroom."
"Ummm! Do I ever!"
They started toward the other door, but hadn't gone more than a yard when Georgia leaped from the couch and exclaimed, "What's in the bag? What did you bring, Annette?"
"Stick your head in and find out," the black-haired girl muttered. "I'm busy." Scotty was driving her wild with his tickling fingers, racing them up and down the front of her body-from the cleft of her full breasts to the sensitive areas around her thighs.
"Annette . . .!" the blonde wailed. "Don't go in there yet."
Scotty shrugged hopelessly. "Maybe you should have snuck out in the woods to meet us."
"Maybe I should have pitched a certain person out the fire escape while I had the chance." She broke away from Scotty and strode angrily across the reception room to Georgia. "What in the hell is the matter with you?" she hissed, pinching fiercely on the blonde's upper arm. "You're going to ruin the whole weekend for the two of us."
"I'm scared, Annette," Georgia whimpered.
"Then go sit in the corner and shut the hell up. I'll take on the two of them myself!"
"No!" Georgia's face pouted like a little child's. "You said I could have Gregg, and now you're trying to take him away from me."
"Honey," Annette said, trying not to hit the girl, "with the good time you're showing the poor guy, I wouldn't have to do a helluva lot of trying to get him."
"But it's my first time. I'm frightened."
Annette ground her teeth together. "It's going to be your last time, too, because in another minute I'm going to give you such a punch that...."
"Ho-ho-ho!" Scotty suddenly laughed, in a deep, great voice. "Santa has something in his pack for good little girls like Georgia. Guaranteed to make them bad!"
Annette turned toward where the boy was kneeling in front of the duffel bag and burst out laughing. He had stuffed one of the pillows from the couch inside his underpants and draped a bra over his ears to imitate a beard. "You clown! What have you got in there?"
"Come here and Santa will show you." He made a great business of rooting inside the canvas bag, finally pulling out his hand like a magician extracting a rabbit from a hat. "Voila! Le booze!" He juggled a fifth of rye from hand to hand. "Want to be one of Santa's helpers and get some glasses?"
"Georgia, get four glasses," Annette snapped, as she squatted down on the floor behind Scotty and wrapped her arms around him. She pressed her cheek against the warm skin of his back and kissed him quickly. "Is that all Santa's got to work with?" she sighed. "I was hoping he might have a shot of fly we could give her!"
"Hey, Santa!" Gregg laughed. "Got anything in your pack for me?"
"Sure!" Scotty fished around some more and threw his buddy a jar of peanut butter. "We came equipped," he told Annette.
"And does Santa have something in his pack for me?" she joked, kissing him again on his back.
"He's got something especially for you."
"Mmmmmm! What is it?" Her hands trailed around to the boy's belly and ran slowly up and down the sleek, tanned flesh.
"Why don't you guess?"
"All right," Annette purred. "But you have to give me a clue."
"Well..." Scotty pretended to think for a moment, leaning back so that he could feel Annette's rigid breasts rub against his back. "It's long."
"Mmmmmm!" the girl murmured, kissing him high on the neck. "Sounds good already! Is it real long?"
"Long enough."
"Give me another clue."
"It's thick, too."
A little shiver danced down Annette's spine. "How thick?"
"Thick enough so you'd have trouble getting all of it in your mouth," the boy whispered huskily.
A sharp hiss came from the girl's throat. "What else?"
"It's hard, and has kind of a pointed end."
"I'm mad for it!" Annette squealed. "What color is it?"
"Kind of a mixture between brown and pink. I'd say.
Annette had all she could do to keep from throwing herself on top of Scotty right then and there. "And is it good to eat?" she whispered.
"Well, some people eat it all the time. like Gregg, for instance."
"Gregg!" Annette shot the other boy a cutting look.
"Sure," he smiled, winking at Scotty. "I'm crazy about it! Eat as much of it as I can get!"
Annette's arms loosened on Scotty's waist. "And you let him?" she gasped.
The boy shrugged his broad shoulders. "Why not, if he-likes it? I kind of like it myself."
"Oh!" She scrambled to her feet instantly, regarding the boys with looks that defied description. "If I'd have known you two were that way, I'd never...."
"Give up?" Scotty interjected. "Can't guess what Santa's got for you?"
"Santa can shove it up-"
"It's a salami!" both boys cried in unison, then roared with laughter as Scotty pitched the long stick of salami at Annette.
Her face turned ten different shades of red and she swiped at the two of them. "You're terrible I Of course I knew all along...."
"Sure you did!" the two boys howled.
"And you let him!" Gregg mimicked, imitating Annette's high-pitched squeal.
The three of them would have been mixing it up in a full-scale claw fight if Georgia hadn't bounced back into the living room at that moment with a tray and four glasses. "Here you are. I-oh! A salami!" she squealed, spotting the meat on the floor beside Annette. "I love to eat it!"
Georgia never understood why the three of them thought that remark was so hysterically funny, or why in the next moment she was being barraged with flying pillows.
CHAPTER SIX
By the end of the next hour, the atmosphere in the room had changed considerably. The only light came from a Beatnik-type candle Annette placed on one of the study desks; soft music came from the phonograph; and the four of them sat giggling in a little circle on the floor as they passed the bottle back and forth. The glasses had long since been dispensed with, and even the girls drank heartily straight from the bottle.
"I feel like I've got fur in my mouth," Annette laughed.
"Let me see." Scotty leaned toward her and pressed his lips on her mouth. His tongue was instantly inside, stroking softly, stabbing back and forth and wiggling from side to side as it chased Annette's own darting pink tongue. "Can't tell if it's your fur or mine," he hiccoughed. "But it sure is fur."
"Hey!" Gregg giggled. "You got a furry mouth, Annette?" Without waiting for any sort of answer, he leaned across the space between them and grabbed her by the shoulders, pulling her up tight against him as his tongue slithered into her mouth. Supporting her with his hands, he lowered her slowly to the floor, then scrambled forward and stretched out his body on top of her. His pelvis ground down sharply, revolving slowly back and forth against the warmth of Annette's naked thighs. "Groovy!" he whispered in her ear. "You're out of sight, Annette."
"Hey! Cut that out!" Georgia squealed drunkenly. She wiggled on her knees to the couple flat on the floor and started pounding Gregg's back with her fists. "Get away from her!"
"Get lost!" the boy snapped. His hands were squeezing hard on Annette's breasts, rubbing the palms slowly back and forth in exciting circles that made the rubbery brown tips swell and pulse with rigid life.
"Come here," Scotty said, pulling Georgia away from the happy couple. "You come on over here and talk to me if they want to be antisocial, okay?" He urged her to her feet and led her to the couch, where he plopped her down beside him and held her securely in place with both hands. Bending his head to her ear, he began to whisper in low, soothing tones.
"How'd I get stuck with a dog like her in the first place?" Gregg muttered, his breath hot and sexy inside Annette's ear. "You and me were made for each other, baby."
"Oh yeah?" she quipped. "What makes you think so?"
"Look how nice we fit together." He ground down with his belly to emphasize what he meant.
"We'd fit a lot better if you got rid of these silly things," Annette murmured, snapping the elastic in Gregg's underpants.
"No sooner said-" He arched himself up on his knees and elbows, wiggled with his hands until Annette saw the glitter of the candle on his glistening, smooth buttocks, then came down hard against her. "-than done! That feel better?" He jabbed forward, just in case she hadn't noticed what he wanted her to notice.
"Ummm!" she purred, as she wrapped her arms around his back and stroked her fingernails up and down his spine. "Are you sure we ate that salami?"
Gregg's face broke into a wicked smile. "It's all gone."
"And you didn't have another one."
"Hungry?"
She shook her head no. "Just curious."
"Well you're right, baby," he grunted. "That's all me!"
"Proud of it, aren't you."
"Wouldn't you be."
"I don't know. I never had one."
"Want one?"
"That depends on what you've got in mind."
"How about this?" he suggested, lifting himself high for a moment then lunging slowly down.
"Ooooh!" Annette sighed. "How about that!"
"Yeah," Gregg grinned, his eyes tightly shut with exertion. "How about that!"
"Got any more?"
"Let's see." He moved his muscles forward and a long sigh of pleasure eased from his clenched teeth.
"Oh, baby!" Annette panted. "No! Don't move yet. Just be still like this for a minute. A guy like you takes a little getting used to!" She steadied him with her thighs, clamping them shut to prevent Gregg from arching any higher. As he followed her request and settled his belly back down, Annette felt as though she was being driven right into the floor! "Oh, honey!" she panted. "Honey! I never had it like this before-a nd I love it!"
"You're not so bad yourself," Gregg jibed. "Ready?"
"Give me another minute." Annette began to contract and loosen her muscles, swaying her hips slowly from side to side as she accustomed herself to Gregg. It took only a few more seconds for her to feel comfortable again, and she gave him the signal by lifting up her belly and grinding it against the sleek, wet skin of his.
As he pulled away, she thought she was going to shoot straight up to the ceiling and hang there by her fingernails. "Oh Gregg!" she moaned ecstatically. "Oh, baby! Oh!"
"Yeah, you're a groovy chick!" he grunted, beginning to quicken his pace. He twisted his head around so that as he lifted himself on his elbows he was able to bend down and capture her nipple between his teeth. He bit on it roughly, then let it slide between his lips so he could suck it. Annette's fingernails sunk in the back of his neck, urging him to stay there as she matched the rhythm he had set.
Her buttocks whacked down into the soft carpet beneath them every few seconds. She was sure by the time they were finished her cute dimpled fanny would be rosy pink. But who cared! She'd gladly have endured a real spanking for something like this!
Gregg tore his mouth away from her breast and slumped down on top of her, hugging her tightly to himself as his breath started to come ragged in her ear. Annette hurried to catch up with him, knowing the end was rapidly approaching by the deep, satisfied grunts pouring from the boy's throat. She twisted her head around to look into his face, saw his eyes squeezed tightly shut, his mouth distorted with tension as he continued to hammer toward that final, incredible moment. She lifted her neck from the floor and caught his lower lip between her teeth, chewed on it viciously until she tasted the salt of his blood in her mouth.
At that very moment, Gregg's body slammed down so hard that Annette's slippery buttocks skidded on the carpet and they propelled forward an inch or two. She threw her legs up from the floor and locked her ankles around his back, hugging him and holding him and crying in his ear as suddenly the magic moment had burst upon them both.
"Baby! Baby!" Gregg howled. "I'm never gonna stop! You turned me on so much I'll never be able to stop!"
"Good!" she screamed. "Don't! Don't ever!" She clung to him with her arms and legs, riding out the last of the awesome tide. And when at last-with a sharp cry that seemed more of pain than the burst of final pleasure-Gregg's body collapsed and his sweat-streaked flesh rolled onto hers with all its force, Annette cradled his head on her breasts and stroked his hair tenderly. He was asleep within moments, never lifting up from her.
Annette felt the warmth of satisfied exhaustion pulling her toward sleep, too, but just before her eyes closed to surrender her to it, a curious sound struck her ears. A wet, smacking sound-punctuated by deep, masculine grunts. She listened and the sound continued, increasing intensity.
Twisting her head toward the couch, she couldn't believe her eyes at first. She blinked and gaped again. It was true! That was Georgia kneeling nude on the couch above Scotty's prone body, her long blonde hair swishing wildly about her face as she bobbed her head in a frantic up and down motion. Scotty's body was rigidly tense, his fingers stroking through Georgia's silky hair as he whispered words of encouragement and instruction to her.
Annette simply could not believe her eyes. How in the world had he got her to do that? Then her eye caught sight of something else, on the floor just below Scotty's hand. The open jar of peanut butter!
Giggling hysterically, but trying to stifle the sound by nuzzling her face in the crook of Gregg's neck, she fell asleep.
The room seemed considerably brighter when she opened her eyes next. A striped patch of light was on the floor near the window, overshadowing the faint flicker of the still-burning candle on the desk.
At first she was aware of the brightness, then of the warm hands stroking her belly and thighs. "Gregg. . . " she moaned softly, as the hands kneaded in slow, sure strokes.
"It's not Gregg," Scotty's voice whispered.
Annette raised her head and peered down into his grinning face. "Where is he?"
"Up there." He nodded toward the couch.
"With the peanut butter?" she giggled.
Scotty winked and shook his head no. "That was about an hour ago. They've moved on to the full course meal now."
Annette twisted her head and tried to focus on the couch, but all she could make out was the flash of wildly bouncing flesh and the flopping of Gregg's hairy legs.
"So Gregg got his prize after all," she whispered. A devilish look flashed in Scotty's eyes as he shook his head no. "Not quite."
"You?"
"I couldn't resist," he smiled, shrugging his shoulders in a sheepish gesture. "What time is it."
"Almost six."
"In the morning? What got you up so early?"
"You," Scotty murmured, pressing against her leg.
Her eyes widened in surprise. "Wow! You're really an early riser, aren't you!" She reached down for him. "Come here."
"Huh-uh," he chuckled. "Something I want to do down here first."
"What's that?"
She saw the flick of his tongue and felt the pressure of his hands squeezing on her thighs. "This," he said a moment later. "If you don't mind."
Annette felt as though a bolt of lightning had just shot through her and she had to bite her tongue to keep from screaming. She could feel her thighs quivering open and shut in automatic response to what Scotty was doing. Each moment he continued, the fire inside her mounted. Thrashing and bouncing up and down from the carpet, she whimpered savagely.
"Oh, honey!" she hissed. "Oh, Scotty! Oh! Oh! You better stop! Please, stop now or-Ohhh! Scotty".
Knowing that he had no intention of stopping, Annette struggled to lift up her torso so she could reach down and clasp his shoulders. Sinking her nails into the skin, she tugged on him, urging him to twist around in the opposite direction. At last he got the idea of what she wanted, and-without coming away from her for even a second or lessening the intensity of his assault-scrambled on his knees until he straddled her breasts. He began to flatten himself while Annette tugged him toward her more. She almost fainted with excitement as she looked up and saw him hovering over her face. Then, flinging her arms up and around the small of his back, she pulled him down-delighting in the muffled cry of pleasure that broke from his throat as she captured him.
They moved together like a team set in perpetual motion-one thrusting, the other arching. Grunts of pleasure washed out of both of them as they responded in sharp competition with what the other was doing. Annette drove herself furiously to match Scotty's attack, and before long she could sense a different kind of vibration racing through him. Her nails dug into his buttocks and she clamped him still tighter. For a moment she was stunned by his response, but the shock of it was enough to push her over the same cliff and it was hard to tell any longer where one set of emotions began and the other ended. They melted into one, whining and whimpering as the fusion was made complete.
Scotty slowly pulled away from her and rolled onto his back, cradling Annette in his arms and hugging her into a tight embrace. They kissed long and deep, relishing the different tastes in each other's mouth.
"Baby" he gasped. "That was the wildest!"
"And how!" she panted. She rolled onto her side and curled her body back in against him, delighting in the warmth and wetness of his chest sticking to her back.
The room was even brighter when Annette woke again. Her eyes flew open with the sharp sense of panic and she started to pull away from the strange force she felt.
"Easy, baby," Scotty whispered from behind her, tightening his arms to hold her in place. His hands stroked her breasts tenderly as he brought her back against his chest. "It'll only hurt a minute. Don't be afraid."
"Scotty!" she whimpered, feeling him resume what he'd been trying to do when she woke so suddenly. "Not there! Not like that!"
"Come on," he soothed, paying no attention to her plea and inching forward still more. "See? It doesn't hurt now, I bet."
"Ooooooh!" Annette moaned, feeling sharp cramps in her stomach.
"Come on, honey, just a little bit more and there! Now we'll lie still for a while."
"Please! Scotty, don't. Take it-"
"Shhh!" He twisted her head around and brought his lips down on her mouth, kissing her softly, reassuringly. "Relax. Don't be afraid-don't tighten up.
Relax." Annette tried to do as he told her. "See, feels good now, doesn't it?" he said softly.
Annette had to grant that it did. The pleasure was a curious variety-one she'd never before experienced-but the longer he stroked her breasts and whispered softly in her ear, the more accustomed she became to it like this. By the time Scotty began to move-very slowly at first, not wanting to frighten her-she could honestly say that she liked it. Her tender pink buttocks quivered of their own accord as the pace quickened, and when he brushed his lips against her ear a second time and asked how she felt, all she could mutter was a plea for him to go faster.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The third time Annette woke up that morning was the rudest awakening of all. Georgia hovered over her, shaking Annette furiously and babbling incoherently.
"What? What do you want?" Annette was aware of Scotty rolling away from her, sitting up, and suddenly joining in the babble of voices. Through it all, she could have sworn she heard a distinct pounding noise.
"Annette!" Georgia squealed, shaking her again. "Get up! You've got to get up! Somebody's at the door-and I think it's Ellie Moran!"
"What?" Annette's eyes instantly shot wide open and she leaped up from the carpet.
"Listen!" Georgia whined, as the hammering sound continued. "She's been at the door for the last five minutes and I just can't get her to go away!"
"You talked to her?"
"I told her we wanted to sleep late and didn't feel good. I thought she'd take the hint and leave us alone, but she-"
"You idiot!" Annette shrieked. "If you'd kept your big mouth shut she might have thought we weren't here and gone away."
"Don't blame Georgia," Gregg said defensively, wrapping his arm around the blonde's shoulders and hugging her to him. "None of us knew what to do when she started rapping like that. We thought if we didn't say something she might get the house mother."
"You'd better see what she wants, Annette," the blonde whined. "She's going to have the whole dorm up in a minute."
"All right," Annette sighed wearily. "You two guys get in the bedroom and hide in our closet. Ellie's liable to walk right in there once we open the door. She's like that."
The two cadets scrambled into the bedroom. When Annette was sure they were safely hidden, she opened the door and stepped back as Ellie Moran charged inside.
"Where are they?" she burst, her eyes darting quickly to every corner of the room.
"Where is who, Ellie? Do you realize what hour of the morning it is?"
"You know darn well who I'm talking about. Your two buddies."
"Lulu and Tessie? Oh, they're gone already. I told you they had to get up early."
"Yes," Georgia chimed in. "They had to catch an early train."
"Train?" Ellie's eyes arched triumphantly. "Last night Annette told me they had to catch a plane."
Annette shot a withering look at the blonde and forced a broad smile for the inquisitive redhead.
"Well, Elbe, that's true, too. You see Lulu had to catch the plane-and Tessie caught the train."
"Hmmm," the redhead grunted. "Funny I didn't hear them leave. My room's right.at the end of the hall and I always hear everyone coming or going."
"They're very quiet."
"Like mice."
"So if you don't mind, Ellie," Annette added, "we'd like to get back to bed. You woke Georgia and me from a sound sleep."
"Oh?" The redhead rushed suddenly past both girls and into the bedroom. She stared at the perfectly made beds, not a ripple in either of the spreads. "Light sleepers, aren't you?"
"Ellie," Annette growled, tired of the whole business and anxious to get the redhead away from the closet door, "if you don't get out of here in ten seconds, I'm going to call Miss Conway and tell her you forced your way in here and tried to commit lewd acts!"
"Lewd acts!" the redhead gasped.
"And I'll swear to it!" Georgia volunteered.
"You two are-"
She stopped suddenly, her head twitching to the side as though she'd heard a sound but wasn't quite positive of it.
"Ellie, I mean it," Annette threatened. "You've got five more seconds before I pick up that phone and call Miss Conway!"
"There!" the redhead cried. "I did hear a sneeze! Who's hiding in that closet?"
Before Annette could stop her, Ellie had ripped open the closet door. She gasped and recoiled in shock as she stood face to face with Scotty-who was wearing nothing more than a blush.
"A man! You've got a man in your closet!" she shrieked.
"Correction," Gregg muttered, pushing Scotty out into the bedroom and following quickly behind. "They've got two men in their closet." He turned apologetically to Annette. "I'm sorry, but one of you has got the rattiest fur coat I've ever seen in my life hanging in there. I just couldn't stop sneezing."
"Georgia's raccoon," Annette growled under her breath.
Scotty raised his hand to the level of his shoulders and waved weakly at Ellie. "Hi," he said, smiling as disarmingly as he could.
"Hi," Gregg added.
The tall redhead stared from one naked boy to the other, then back at Annette and Georgia. "How long have they been in here?"
"Just since last night."
"When I caught you in the shower room?"
Annette nodded guiltily.
"And they've been here all night?"
Georgia nodded this time.
"Ellie, please," Annette begged, clutching at the girl's hand. "Don't report us to Miss Conway. We didn't hurt anybody. Gregg and Scotty are old friends; they were just visiting."
"How long have you known them?"
"Would you believe since yesterday?"
"I'm ready to believe anything!" Ellie snorted.
Annette set her teeth tightly together. "Are you ready to believe that if you try to walk out of this room and tell Miss Conway you'll have to do it with two broken legs?"
Ellie smiled indulgently. "Darling, who said anything about leaving?"
"You mean you're not going to tell Miss Conway?" Georgia asked.
"But of course not! Do you think I'm crazy! I'm only mad at you because you kept these two gorgeous studs all to yourselves! Don't you have any consideration for others? Shame, shame!"
A sudden beam of relief spread over the two boys' faces and they began to preen themselves under Elbe's devouring stare.
"Which one of you is Lulu?" the redhead laughed.
"That's me," Gregg blushed.
Ellie's eyes roamed over his nakedness, her lips smacking together hungrily. "Mmmmm, you sure are lulu, doll! Where did you ever find this gorgeous thing?"
"I was born with it," he grinned sheepishly.
"She was talking to me, Gregg," Annette said sarcastically. "And I'm beginning to think I found him under some rock." She was furious at the way Gregg was playing up to Ellie-in more ways than one. Naked as he was, hiding the evidence was impossible.
"He's perfectly delightful!" Ellie rasped, reaching out to touch Gregg's chest and trail her fingers all the way down to his waist. Hunger for him was flashing wildly in her eyes. "Would you like to tell me all about how you got in last night?" she purred, tweaking a fold of Gregg's skin just under his belly.
"Which time?" he blurted.
"Oh! He's terrible!" Ellie shrieked. "Why don't you three leave us alone and I'll teach him some manners?"
Annette wanted nothing more than to reach out and rip Ellie's flaming red hair from her scalp, one strand at a time. But she knew she was licked. Unless she gave Ellie what she wanted, there would be an awful lot of explaining to do for Miss Conway. As she herded Georgia and Scotty out of the room, she could see Ellie unbuttoning her shorts with one hand and leading Gregg toward one of the beds with the other.
"Did you ever see such nerve?" Georgia wailed, when the three of them were back in the reception room. "Imagine her walking right in like that and taking Gregg so easily."
"I don't think she had to twist his arm too much, honey," Annette grunted. "From the look of things when we left, he was all for the idea."
"What else could he do?" Scotty said, suddenly crossing his legs and covering his arms over his lap. "She had us in a bind. He had to play along or we'd all be in hot water."
Annette shot him a withering look. "And I suppose the reason you're standing at attention, too, is in case duty calls?"
Scotty blushed sheepishly. "You saw?"
"I saw." She pounded her fist into a pillow. "Oh! It makes me so mud to think of her in there with Gregg!"
"How do you think it makes me feel?" Georgia moaned.
"How do you think it makes me feel?" Scotty said wistfully.
Annette was just about to launch into a furious attack, when a loud rap came at the door. "Now what?" she moaned, holding her head. She got up slowly and trudged toward the door.
"Who is it?"
"Mary."
"Ellie's roommate," Annette whispered over her shoulder to the other two. "What do you want."
"Is Ellie in there?'
"No. Go away. We're trying to sleep."
"She is so in there; I saw her go in about ten minutes ago."
"Well-she was here, but she left. Now beat it." She stepped away from the door, but it shook instantly with the loud pounding of fists.
"Annette! I know my roommate is in there! Now open up! I have to talk to her."
"Oh for crissake, Mary. Can't it wait ten stinking minutes? What do you think this room is? A public terminal?"
The only response was another loud hammering on the wood.
"You'd better let her in," Georgia sighed. "Better her than the whole dormitory."
Annette swore under her breath and slipped the bolt in the lock. The bouncy little brunette was inside the moment the door was open a crack. The broad smile on her face fell for just a moment when she spotted Scotty sitting on the couch with Georgia. But as he eyed her and she eyed him, the smile returned.
"Well hello!" she purred. "Where did you come from?"
Scotty rose from the couch and Mary gasped as he now stood wholly naked before her eyes.
Annette stood by the bedroom door, tapping her foot and bombarding Scotty with the dirtiest looks she could conjure up. Flinging open the door with such a resounding clatter that even the creaking bedsprings inside momentarily ceased, she stood back and made an exaggerated bow. "Next!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
"I'm going to go in there and strangle those two!" Georgia wailed some time later. "They've been in there for hours! What could they be doing so long?"
"I suspect," Annette said dryly, "that they're doing pretty much the same thing we were doing all night."
"Oh, do you really think so?" the blonde squealed.
"That's just an educated guess," Annette quipped. She stood up from the couch and paced furiously back and forth across the living room. "That damn Ellie!" she swore. "It's almost noon!" She strode determinedly to the bedroom door and pounded on it with her fist. "Ellie! You're going to miss lunch!"
"I've eaten, thank you," the redhead sang from inside.
Annette's face turned scarlet and her fingers clenched and unclenched in tight fists. "It's going to be your last meal, witch," she swore under her breath. "Come on! Get out of there! This is our room, you know, and they're our guests!" She tried the knob of the door and found it locked from the inside. The color in her cheeks turned purple. "Ellie!" she screamed.
"All right, all right," the voice filtered through the door. "I'm coming right now."
"I'll just bet you are," Annette growled angrily. "And probably for the tenth time in the past hour, tool"
The door jerked open and the tall redhead stretched languorously against the frame. "No need to be vulgar about it, honey. Mary and I were just saying goodbye."
"Well say it fast and get out. You've already had more than you deserve."
"Maybe more than I deserve, doll," the redhead quipped, "but not more than I could handle. Those two studs really bring out the beast in me!"
"I've heard all about rutting sows, Ellie," Annette proclaimed. "Just put on your clothes and get out."
The two girls stared each other down for a long moment, then the redhead shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly and swayed back into the bedroom. Annette followed close behind, prodding her toward the pile of clothes in the middle of the floor.
Gregg lay flat on his back on one bed, an exhausted grin on his face; Scotty was on the other, rolled over on his stomach and emitting satisfied grunts as Mary continued to lavish his back with kisses. The wet trail glistened all the way down his spine, and it was obvious to Annette that Mary had been indulging one or two of her more exotic appetites before she'd been interrupted. Scotty's buttocks shone slickly in the bright noon light filtering through the blinds.
"That goes for you, too, Carstairs," Annette growled, grabbing Mary by the shoulders and pulling her away from Scotty. "Get up and get out of here. You've had all you're going to get."
The girl gave her a pouting, defiant look and reached her hand out to clasp Scotty's. He took it and squeezed her fingers. "See you later, babe," he whispered. "And thanks. That was great what you did for me-real great."
"Any time, lover," Mary purred, rolling her tongue around the outside of her mouth as she patted the boy playfully on the rump.
"Get!" Annette shrieked, shoving both girls toward the door. Georgia was holding open the reception room door and helped her roommate propel the two unwelcome guests into the hall. Together they slammed and locked the door, then turned and marched as one back to the bedroom. The two cadets lay contentedly right where they'd been.
"Gregg!" Georgia wailed, taking in the rumpled sheets, the boy's damp body, and the tell-tale look of satisfaction in his eyes. "How could you?"
"That's what I kept asking myself over and over. Gregg, old man, how could you do it again! I surprised even myself!"
"Oh! You're awful!" the blonde cried, picking up a fallen bed pillow and slinging it at him.
"And you're even worse!" Annette railed at Scotty. "Thanks, baby, that was great what you did for me--real great," she mimicked, making her voice syrupy sweet. "You're disgusting! The both of you!"
"Now look," Scotty said, swinging his legs off the bed and standing up defiantly. "We didn't have much choice, you know. Those two broads could have blown the whistle on us and we'd have been in real trouble."
"So you keep reminding me. But do you have to act like you got the biggest kick of your life out of it?"
"Well..." he drawled, "that Ellie is a pretty switched-on chick when she gets going!"
"Ellie? I thought you were with Mary!"
"I was-for a while. Gregg and I believe in share and share alike, don't we, buddy?"
"Sure do," Gregg winked back. "And let me tell you, that Mary's something else, too! I've seen wicked tongues in my life, but wow!"
"And I guess what happened last night was just kid stuff, huh?" Annette accused, hands on hips in a defiant pose.
"Well," Scotty affirmed, "it was all right-but no more than that."
"Scotty!" Georgia whimpered. "You told me I was super! And I don't even like peanut butter that much!"
"So you think those two witches were better than Georgia and me, huh?" Annette muttered, advancing toward the boy. He backed off as she moved closer, smiling defensively.
"I didn't say they were better...."
"Get down on that bed!" she snapped, shoving his chest with both arms. "I'll show you who's who."
"What are you going to do?"
"Shut up and get down there. Georgia, I'd suggest you find some way to defend your honor in the next half hour. My friend and I are going to go on a little trip."
"Where?" the blonde asked wide-eyed.
"Around die world."
"Huh?"
"Hey, wait a minute, baby!" Scotty laughed, as Annette scrambled on her knees in front of him. "I just came back from that trip. Give my passport a chance to renew, huh?"
"Oh? You're not up to it? Not man enough, Scotty?" She clucked her tongue derisively. "I'd never have known it; you look so virile. Oh, well, looks are so often deceiving."
"Who's not man enough?" he growled, gripping her shoulders roughly and pulling her down flat atop him. He kissed her furiously, his tongue wriggling far into her mouth, but Annette lay motionless and unmoved.
"Finished?" she smirked, when their lips parted. "If you are, let's get down to business, okay?"
"Any time you're ready, baby, so am I," the boy grunted. He puffed out his chest and spread his legs, clasping his hands up behind his head to watch with amusement as Annette positioned herself.
The girl's hands first stroked all up and down his chest, rubbing the solid flesh of his belly and thighs with special vigor. "Still all talk and no action," she smirked, staring down at him to see if this initial teasing had brought any concrete results.
"You'll have to do a little more than just that, baby," he laughed.
"All right," Annette said, accepting the challenge. She leaned forward so that her breasts swung just over Scotty's gaping mouth and began tonguing his face. She worked her mouth from his forehead down around both eyes, to his cheeks, over the bridge of his nose, across the light stubble of early-morning beard on the adolescent youth, then to his lips and chin. She teased him with her tongue until he responded with his own, then chuckled and pulled away. Her mouth trailed slowly down his neck and onto his shoulders, where she licked her way across to his armpits-burrowing furiously for a few seconds in each-and down the length of both arms to his hands. She held his fingers straight up as her mouth glued to each in its turn, sticking all of the hard finger deep between her lips and stroking up and down the rigid length with her tongue, caressing and circling all the way from the base to the very tip, where she let it slide out of her mouth with a wet little plop before diving instantly down on the next in line.
By the time she was finished with his hands and had moved on to his chest and belly-where she stopped for long, leisurely sucking on his boy nipples and heady exploration with her tongue into the deep cavern of his navel-she was beginning to sense very positive response from Scotty. Her suspicion was confirmed as her searching lips left his abdomen and trailed lower with tantalizing slowness.
"Well, well, well!" she purred. "What have we here?"
"You know what it is," Scotty panted. "And you can have all you want!"
"Suppose I don't want more than this?" she teased, doing something to him that made his legs flop in sharp, automatic spasms, then lifting her head and grinning wickedly.
"Annette!" he moaned. "Not just that little bit! Come on-be a good girl."
"If I were a good girl, honey, I wouldn't be doing any of this in the first place. Now would I?" She eyed him slyly. "So don't start me thinking along those lines, or you're really going to be hung up."
She wiggled her knees further down on the bed, so she could position her head where she wanted it, murmuring, "Hmmm! What are these now?" before her tongue went back to work.
Scotty's moans of appreciation brought a smile to Annette's nibbling lips, but she was too intent in what she was doing to offer any remarks. She dallied for quite a while, playing little games with her tongue that were designed to drive the boy further and further into wild frustration.
Sliding down his legs, she kissed her wet mouth over his thighs, stroked her tongue behind both knees, and ended at his feet-where she repeated the same maddening gestures she had used on his fingers before slapping him sharply and demanding that he roll over. Groaning, Scotty responded, and Annette went back to work. She followed basically the same route up that she had used coming down, with the exception that this terrain provided one entirely different stopping place, which she explored to its fullest before heading further north.
At last she settled her full body on top of the boy's back, pressing her now-rigid nipples into his flesh and rocking back and forth on his buttocks. "Well?" she whispered in his ear.
"Well what?"
"Any comments?"
"You missed a place on my shoulder blade," he muttered.
"Oh, damn you!" Annette shrieked, lifting herself away from him and preparing to leap off the bed in rage-
"Hey! Hey!" he laughed, catching her around the waist before she could get away and tumbling her back down into the bed with him. He rolled quickly and pinned her flat beneath his heaving chest. "I was just kidding, honey, honest. That was groovy! The wildest I ever had it! Honest!"
"Better than Mary?"
"Who's Mary?"
Annette's face broke into an instantly glad smile and she hugged her arms around his neck, squeezing him and pulling him down to her. "Show me how much you liked it, lover," she purred. "Show me hard. I want to really know you liked it."
"How?" he whispered, raising himself slightly on his elbows for just a moment. "Like this?" He settled himself down slowly, inch by inch, as Annette grunted with agonizing satisfaction.
"Oooooo!" she hissed through her teeth, when he could move no further. "Yeah! That'll do for a start, anyway! Oh, boy! Will it ever!"
"You sure? Wouldn't you like it better if I did a little of this, too?" He began to move himself in a slow, devastating rhythm.
"Oh, yeah! Scotty, you're going to have me hanging from the ceiling in a minute!"
"Baby," he grunted, "Let's really swing now, huh?
You worked me up so much I can't play anymore. I wanna swing."
"Then swing hard, baby," she growled, lifting her legs and throwing them around his back. "Swing hard!"
CHAPTER NINE
"You know, baby," Gregg sighed, as he stretched contentedly on the bed, his arm around Georgia's shoulders, "I'm getting kind of hungry. All that exercise is wearing me out."
"Wearing you out!" the blonde laughed. "I'm the one who just did all the work!"
"Yeah," he grinned, "but a man's got to keep up his ... strength."
"I'm getting a little hungry, too," Scotty chimed in. He and Annette lay huddled together in the bed on the other side of the room, their bodies cooling naturally after their strenuous bout.
"Well what do you want me to do about it?" Annette quipped.
"Feed me, of course." Scotty proclaimed it as though it was his due.
"And just where do you expect me to get some food? The dining hall closed a couple of hours ago--while you two jokers were keeping Ellie and Mary busy."
"Why didn't you go out and get us something then?" Gregg demanded.
"What?" Annette shrieked, her face turning four different shades of purple.
"Of all the nerve!" Georgia added, pushing Gregg's arm away.
"Well you two weren't doing anything," Scotty argued, but averted his eyes from Annette's angry glower. "Gregg and I did all the work getting us out of that jam, you know."
"And hating every minute of it, too, I'm sure," Annette said dryly.
"Well...." Gregg leered.
"I wouldn't give either of you a bite to eat if you were-" Annette began, but Georgia cut her off.
"I would!" she said, hopping up from the bed. "I'm willing to let bygones be bygones. Wait here, boys, I've got just the thing for you!"
Annette shot her roommate withering looks as the blonde flounced out of the bedroom and began rummaging around in the reception room. Everything was suddenly quiet, then a shrill little squeal rang out, and a few moments later Georgia walked slowly, strangely back into the bedroom.
"Couldn't find anything?" Gregg said, as he stared with disappointment at her empty hands.
"Oh, I found something all right," she purred, her mouth turned up in a self-satisfied smile.
"What?"
"Some of the salami."
"But I thought we ate it all last night."
"You thought we did," she grinned. "But I cut off half of it and hid it to eat later. The rest of you were so drunk you didn't even notice."
"Great!" Scotty exclaimed, rubbing his hands together hungrily. "Where is it?"
"Guess," Georgia drawled.
The two boys stared at her blankly for a moment, then the dawn of realization came over the two of them at the same instant-possibly by the stiff-legged way Georgia walked toward her bed.
"Oh, no," Gregg moaned.
"You don't mean-" Scotty choked.
Georgia sat down awkwardly, her grin breaking from ear to ear as her legs parted.
"Cripes, a good salami like that," Gregg protested. "What did you go and do a thing like that for, Georgia? You knew how hungry we were."
"Would you rather have some peanut butter?" she inquired. "Scotty knows a great trick to do with that. Why don't you ask him? If you're hungry enough...."
"Yech!" Gregg spat, wrinkling his nose in disgust.
"I beg your pardon!" Scotty exclaimed. "If you haven't tried it, don't knock it!"
"I hope I never get that hungry, buddy," Gregg grunted.
Annette suddenly threw back her head and howled with delighted laughter. "Then it looks like you've got no choice! It's either the salami or starve! Oh, Georgia, you're marvelous! How did you ever think of such a beautiful thing?"
"Just did what came naturally," the blonde shrugged modestly. She bounced her legs up and down invitingly. "Come on, boys. Who's going to be first? Get it before it's cold!"
Gregg wiggled his nose and got up slowly from the bed. "You're really serious about this, aren't you?"
"Of course," Georgia teased. "I read a book once about how to serve meals in an unusual way. I just elaborated on some of the book's ideas." She patted her thighs and crooked her finger at the cadet. "Come on, tiger. Chow's on!"
Scotty gulped hard and gave his friend a resigned shrug. "I guess they've got us licked, pal."
"No, baby," Annette giggled, shoving him toward Georgia, "I think you've got that a little backwards!"
Scotty glowered at her, but dropped to his knees at the same time Gregg did. "You want to go first?" he asked politely.
Gregg shrugged. "I guess it doesn't make much difference." He bent his head, his double rows of white teeth flashing, and bit. Georgia let out a delighted squeal and pushed him away. '"That tickles!"
"Well what in hell do you want me to do?" Gregg barked angrily. "Can't I hold it steady or something?"
The blonde shook her head no. "Mustn't play with your food, Gregg. Didn't your mama ever give you manners?"
"Grrrr," he snarled, bending and attacking the salami once again.
"It works on the same principle as bobbing for apples," Annette kibitzed. Her eyes brightened at the thought. "Hey, Georgia, we got any apples? Maybe the boys would like dessert when they're through."
"Never mind!" Scotty shouted.
"There," Georgia cried delightedly, patting the top of Gregg's head, "you got a nice big bite that time! It's not so hard once you get the hang of it, is it?"
The boy shot her an angry look, but was too busy chewing the piece of meat to make any comment.
Scotty took his pal's place and stared at the jagged end of salami. "Did you have to bite off so much?" he said, punching Gregg hard on the arm. "Look where the damn end is now!"
"That's your problem, buddy," the other boy declared.
Scotty swallowed and closed his eyes, then bent for his bite.
"Oh!" Georgia squealed. "Careful, honey! Your teeth are sharp!"
Scotty ripped off his food and bounced away, turning his back to the other three like an offended animal as he devoured it.
"This bite's going to be a little harder to get," the blonde giggled, as Gregg approached, "but I'll do what I can to help you."
"Thanks a lot," the boy grunted.
Annette bounced up and down on the bed with glee as she watched, applauding Gregg's efforts as he came away with a big hunk of the red meat in his clenched teeth.
"I think the last bite's all yours, Scotty," Georgia purred, twisting her body to him.
"How did I get so lucky?" he said dryly.
"Well," Annette giggled, "you'll never get anything like that in a delicatessen!"
Scotty shot her a withering look and drew his head in for the final piece. "I can't do it!" he choked, backing away. "It's too much to ask any man to endure!"
"Come on," Georgia purred. "A little extra flavoring spices up your food. Remember? That's what you told me last night about that peanut butter sundae I got!"
"That's right, Scotty," Annette howled. "What's good for the goose is sauce for the gander!"
The boy snarled at the two of them, then viciously attacked the last bit of salami, rolling onto the floor with it and wolfing it down as quickly as he could.
"Well!" Georgia said brightly, leaping up from the bed. "Since we don't have any dishes to wash, what should we do now?"
As though in answer to her question, there was suddenly a violent knock on the outside door in the other room.
"What now?" she moaned.
"I'm afraid to guess," Annette sighed. They sat perfectly still, hoping the noise would go away, but another knock came even louder than the first, followed by a muffled voice they all recognized instantly.
"Ellie?" Annette exclaimed. "What in the hell is she doing back?" She stared at the faces of the other three teen-agers. Georgia looked blankly; Gregg and Scotty had guilty smirks from ear to ear. "Did you tell her she could come back?" she accused.
"How would you like a polite punch in the mouth?" Annette growled. "How dare you invite her to come in our room and-"
"Now hold on just one fat minute," Scotty said, and the change in his tone was so noticeable Annette clamped her mouth shut instantly. "Ever since Gregg and I got here you two chicks have been acting like you owned us. You've ordered us around, abused us, screamed at us, tried to make us feel guilty-for what? Don't forget, baby, I never saw you before in my life until this afternoon-and we're old friends compared to how long Gregg's known you."
"Yeah," the other boy put in, "where do you come off treating us like that? You act as though the four of us are going steady or something. I don't know about Scotty, but I just came along to have a ball-not to marry you, for crissake!
"Whatever you think about that redhead, Ellie," Scotty added, "she's got the right idea. She knows we'll probably never see each other again, but she's making the most of it. She's living it up while she's got the chance-not trying to make any permanent thing out of this. If I thought that's what you were going to try to do when you invited me up here yesterday afternoon, I'd have turned you down flat. I don't need that kind of thing, Annette. I've got a girl back home that I'm pretty serious about. She's the only chick I let order me around like you've been trying to do."
"Why did you come up here, Scotty?" she said, her voice a cracked whisper.
"Gregg just told you! To have a ball! If you think it's hard being in an all girls school, think what it's like for us in the academy. A lot of guys make an adjustment that takes care of their little problems, but I don't swing that way. Gregg's my best pal and I care a helluva lot for him, but if he ever put a hand on me that way I'd punch him until he couldn't get up off the floor."
"Me too," Gregg added grimly.
"We suffer, baby," Scotty continued. "It's pretty hard going without any girls for months at a time, so when I bumped into you the other day and you said you liked to swing, I jumped at the chance. Hell, why not? This weekend's going to have to last a long, long time until we go home for vacation and I want to make the most of it. If that redhead and her groovy roommate want to help Gregg and me have something to think about when weVe back at the academy, we're all for it."
He put his hand affectionately on Annette's drooping shoulder and squeezed. "Heck, baby, I think you're a swell chick and we had a ball together, but that's all it was. A ball. I doubt if I'll ever see you again or you me, so why get ourselves all worked up over things that aren't going to matter?"
"I-I guess you're right, Scotty," Annette whispered. She blinked her eyes to fight back the tears. He was right of course. She realized that now. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew that all last night and all today, while she was romping with
Scotty and Gregg, there was a different boy's face in her mind. Bob's. She was imagining it was his body doing all those things to her, and she was responding not to the two cadets but to her boyfriend back home. She knew now that was the reason why she'd felt so possessive about Scotty and Gregg, and why she'd been so furious when the other two girls horned in on the party. She was jealous-but not of them. Of Bob. To her mind, Ellie and Mary were like that blonde witch Sandy Russell, who Bob wrote about in his letter yesterday morning. It all began to make sense; all the pieces fitting together.
"I'm sorry," she said humbly, looking from one boy to the other. "I shouldn't have acted the way I did."
"Heck, that's all right," Scotty said tenderly, hugging his arm around her shoulders. "You really are a swell girl, Annette. If I didn't have Bonnie back home, I'd-"
"Yeah, I know, Scotty," she said, pulling away from him before she did something really stupid and started to cry. "I'd better open the door and let Ellie in before she has Miss Conway up here yet."
As she started out of the bedroom, she felt a playful slap on her bottom, and when she turned around, Scotty winked at her. She tried her best to return his smile, but somehow her mouth ached too much for her to bring it off successfully.
"Annette!" Georgia whined, much later in the night. "Do you know what they're doing in there?" The blonde's voice could barely be heard over the din of laughter and feminine squeals coming from the bedroom, and she had to bend close to Annette's ear to make herself understood.
"I don't know and I don't want to know," she grunted, as she stabbed out yet another cigarette. "Like Scotty said, it's their business."
"But it's going to be our business if Miss Conway finds out about this. They're doing it in our room, you know."
Annette showed no interest whatsoever. "Miss Conway? Isn't she in there, too? I thought everybody in the dormitory was here by now." She glanced around the room at the naked and semi-naked girls pushing and shoving to get through the mob packed around the bedroom door. After Ellie and Mary came back, the parade never seemed to end-until finally, weary of getting up to answer it every few minutes, Annette propped the door open and the free-for-all was unofficially proclaimed in session.
"Annette, I'm serious," the blonde warned, sitting down beside her roommate. They were just about the only two girls in the room who were fully dressed, having decided several hours ago that the only thing they were going to get standing around nude would be a cold. "You don't know what's going on in there! We could even get in trouble with the police!"
"What are they doing?" she sighed wearily. "Well, the last time I was able to get close enough to look, Mary Jane Fogerty, Ellen Drew, Linda Potter, and Helen Trout had Scotty pinned down on your bed and-"
"Four of them?" Annette gasped. "How could the four of them possibly get anything worthwhile with so many of them after the same thing?"
"They had him kneeling down," Georgia explained, "'and they were managing quite nicely. Mary Jane was in the front, Ellen was in the back, Linda was standing up in front of him, and Helen had his hands trapped between-"
"Okay!" Annette interrupted. "I get the picture."
"But that's nothing compared to what they're doing to Gregg! Do you know that both Louise Rittner and Barbara Drum are down on their knees and-"
"Georgia! I don't want to hear any more! Do you understand? I'm sick of the whole thing. I just want them to do what they have to do until the boys either drop dead of heart attacks or go screaming out the window and let that be End of it. This whole idea was a mistake from start to finish, and the less I'm reminded of that fact by you the better I'll feel."
"You're in a blue mood because of what Scotty said before, aren't you?"
Annette shrugged. "Not really. I-oh, what's the point in lying about it? Yes, I am. I started thinking about Bob again and how much I miss him and before I knew it I was right back where I was yesterday, before I met Scotty."
"That's the really funny part of it all, isn't it?" Georgia said sympathetically. "This weekend didn't do either of us a bit of good. I think we'd have been better off if we'd-" She stopped, blushing at what she was about to say.
"This whole thing's my fault, honey," Annette said, patting her roommate on the knee. "If I hadn't decided to mess up your life like this...."
"You didn't, though," Georgia protested. "I really did feel pretty awful when I was a virgin. Honest."
"But you don't feel a helluva lot better as a frustrated swinger, do you?"
"No," Georgia answered honestly. "I don't."
Annette put her arm around her roommate's shoulders to comfort her. "Listen, baby, if-" she began, but she was cut off by a sudden deep laugh coming from right in front of them. Both girls looked up with startled expressions.
A tall, muscular girl with dirty blonde hair cut short around her ears and neck towered above them, her hands jammed into the pockets of man-tailored jeans. A broad, knowing smile was on her big-boned face as she stared at the two girls on the couch-Annette's arm still draped over Georgia's shoulders. "Is this a private party, or can anyone join in?" she smirked, squatting on her haunches in front of them.
"Sharon, what do you want?" Annette asked wearily. "The action's in the bedroom, if that's what you're after."
"I'm not after that kind of action, doll face," the big girl answered. "It's nice to watch for a while, but when I join in I like something a little more along the lines of what you two have got in mind."
"And what's that supposed to mean?" Georgia asked.
"Come on, honey, you don't have to play cute with me," the big girl laughed wickedly, nudging the blonde with her knee. "This is Sharon you're talking to. I'm hip! I groove the same way! I suspected you two a long time ago, but-"
"Sharon," Annette said tightly, understanding at last what the girl was getting at. She slid her arm from around Georgia's shoulders and edged a few inches further away on the couch. "I think you've made a mistake."
"Huh-uh," she grinned. She reached up and put her big hand on Annette's knee. "I didn't make a mistake. You two need it bad-I can tell just by looking at you." Her voice lowered to a husky whisper. "Why don't you both come down to my room for a little while, huh? I think I know how to solve a common problem." She licked her thick tongue suggestively around the outside of her mouth.
And here we are again, Annette thought, right back where we started.
Anger rose inside her like a volcano and she jumped to her feet so quickly she almost toppled the bigger girl over backwards. "Get out of here!" she screamed. "I know what you're getting at and I don't want any part of it, do you understand? If I have to stoop so low again, why-why-" She sputtered at a loss for words. "Get out!" she screamed, grabbing Sharon by the shoulders and propelling her toward the door. "All of you! Get out of here!"
In the next few minutes it seemed as though Annette had gone berserk. She ripped off her tennis sneakers and, with one shoe in each hand, began flailing out at the girls packing the bedroom door. Blows rained down everywhere, blindly, as she screamed and clawed her way through the pack. Most of the girls were so frightened that they left the room immediately, but a few of them-the ones who either were closest to the two cadets and engaged in erotic activities of one sort or another with them or were next in line for a chance at Scotty and Gregg-put up a fight. With Georgia's help, though, the bedroom was soon emptied and the four of them were alone once again.
A low moan came from the bed where Scotty lay and Gregg looked as though he'd gone into a coma. Both boys were glassy-eyed, their bodies covered with drool and lipstick marks over every possible inch of skin. Claw marks from dozens of scratching fingernails covered their chests and stomachs, and on both boys-in precisely the same location-a veritable maypole of lipstick shades attested to what had apparently been one of the mob's favorite activities.
"Do you two think you'll be able to get up and get out of here?" Annette asked. Already she could feel her body beginning to weaken inside as the energy she had burned up in the past few minutes took its toll.
"Baby, I don't think I'm going to be able to walk for a year!" Scotty groaned.
"Where did that pack come from?" Gregg muttered weakly. "Those chicks were going to eat us alive!"
"So I see," Annette said. "But I thought that's just what you two tigers wanted-a lot of laughs, a real ball."
Scotty smiled weakly. "Touche. I guess neither of us hit the common ground this weekend, did we?"
Annette returned his smile. She couldn't hate him, or even resent him. He was just a boy-doing what any other boy in similar circumstances would have done. "Well, now we're even," she said.
"How's that?"
"You saved me from drowning, and I saved you."
They smiled affectionately at each other for a long moment before Georgia reminded them of the time.
"Oh migosh!" Greg exclaimed, hopping as nimbly as he could from the bed and grappling for his pants. "Scotty, we're going to miss Joe if we don't get out of here I"
"I can see us now," Scotty joked, as he scrambled back into his own clothes, "coming back from the survival game two days later than anyone else!"
"Yeah," Gregg laughed, "but would we ever have a story to tell when we got there! Hell, we might even get a medal from the C.O."
"Or our tails kicked twice around the compound," Scotty declared.
The girls helped them gather their things together and finally they were ready to go. There was little point in bothering to check the hall or disguise the two cadets as Annette and Georgia led them to the shower room. All up and down the row of rooms girl's waved happily and blew kisses, shouting, "Come back soon!" and "Bring some more of your friends next time!"
"Don't forget your duffel bag," Annette reminded them, when the boys had crawled out onto the fire escape.
"Keep it," Scotty grinned. "In case you get any more salamis!" Then he bent toward her and kissed her warmly on the mouth. His eyes were sparkling as he pressed his lips to the tip of her nose, patted her cheek and scampered down the iron steps after Gregg. When they were at the bottom and running toward the woods, they stopped and waved once. Then they were gone into the night.
CHAPTER TEN
"So what do we do now?" Georgia asked, as the two girls lay in their beds the next morning, staring blankly at each other.
Annette shrugged. "I don't know. Take lots of cold showers, I guess. And read mind-lifting books and take a lot of long walks. Maybe learn how to knit."
"That might be dangerous," Georgia declared. "The way I feel right now the first thing I'd probably make would be a noose for myself."
"I know what you mean," Annette sighed. She rolled onto her back and stared up at the ceiling. Life would have to go on-somehow. Even if it meant her only pleasures would be the occasional letters from Bob, wondering how much he was leaving out between the lines as he wrote weekly reports of school activities-including those trips on the football bus with Sandy Russell.
Annette's teeth ground together as she contemplated that little situation. At best she'd be seeing Bob four or five times during the next year, when school let out for vacations. Even she knew it would be impossible to satisfy him enough during those short visits to keep his roving eye clear of Sandy. Especially if she put out her hooks for him.
There was always the possibility of ignoring her school work so completely that she would flunk out and be forced to go back to Central. But that would take another three months at the earliest before grades were out, and even then it might not work. Besides, Annette wanted to go to college with Bob and a plan like that would shoot all her chances of getting into State.
But whatever the future held in store, she knew a few things for sure. One: she was not going to take any more walks in the woods by herself, and definitely no more nude swims. And two: if she did, she would drown before letting any military cadet rescue her. Three: she would avoid at all cost any conversations with Georgia which might tempt them to fall back on their promise to each other and positively never put herself in the position where she would be alone for even a second with Sharon. Four: she woidd write her mother and tell her to find a nice, exclusive booby hatch, because if she really followed her own advice in steps one, two, and three, she would be ready for one before Christmas I
It was almost noon when the two girls were awakened from their second sleep by a sharp rapping at the door. Annette rolled over and tried to ignore it, but the sound kept up. Leaping out of bed in a fury, she raced into the other room and shouted, "Ellie, they went home, dammit! Now get your horny rear end out of here!"
"I beg your pardon!" a strange voice exclaimed.
Annette gulped and opened the door immediately.
"Miss Conway!" she gasped, as she stared into the house mother's glaring eyes. "Uh, won't you come in, ma'am?"
The big woman pushed her way inside and shut the door with an ominous thud. "Is Georgia here?" she inquired. "I believe you'd better call her, because I have some unpleasant business to discuss with the both of you."
Annette's heart sank to her toes as she scurried into the bedroom and shook Georgia. "Miss Conway's in the other room!" she whispered. "She knows!"
"What?" Georgia shrieked. She bounced out of bed and slipped into a robe, her hands trembling so badly she could scarcely fasten the tie.
"Sit down, girls," the house mother said, when Georgia and Annette had come out of the bedroom. They sat primly on the edge of the couch and waited as the woman paced back and forth over the rug.
"Some very distressing information has come to my attention this morning," Miss Conway began at last, "concerning certain activities that took place in this room over the weekend."
Ellie! Annette thought instantly. The little witch squealed anyway!
"Frankly, I couldn't believe my ears when I first heard it," the house mother continued. "I never dreamed that either of you girls indulged in such things."
"Oh boy," Georgia whispered, as Miss Conway made a sudden turn and stared out the window for a long moment. "She knows everything."
"Shhh!" Annette cautioned.
"I have debated in my mind what to do about this, and while I feel torn between my liking of you both personally and my loyalty to the traditions of Miss Patterson's School, I am afraid I must follow where my conscience leads." She turned back to the two teen-agers and stared straight into their eyes. "I have no choice but to inform your parents that you must both be withdrawn from this school immediately."
"You mean we're being sent home?" Annette gasped, unable to believe her ears. Home! To Bob! The nightmare was over and she was going home for good! Her parents would never be able to get her into any school other than Central this late in the term! She would be with him again-just like she'd prayed it would be but never expected to happen!
"Yes," Miss Conway replied. "You both knew when you came here that drinking of alcoholic beverages was strictly forbidden, and yet the maid informed me that she found an empty whiskey bottle in your wastebasket when she cleaned your room tin's morning-"
"The bottle?" Georgia exclaimed. "You mean that's why we're being expelled? For drinking."
"Yes," the woman answered.
Suddenly both girls turned to each other and howled with laughter. They laughed until tears ran down their cheeks, hugging against one another and all but falling off the couch with glee.
"What is so funny about being expelled?" Miss Conway demanded.
"It's not that," Georgia said, her laughter subsiding enough so she could explain. "It's the reason! We thought we were being kicked out because somebody told you we had boys in the room overnight!" The words were no sooner spoken than she gasped and clamped her hand over her mouth.
The house mother's face darkened and her eyes narrowed into tiny slits. "Really! Do you take me for such a fool?"
"No, ma'am," the girls replied in chorus. It was all they could do to restrain themselves until the house mother finished her lecture and left the room. When she was gone and the door was locked behind her, Annette and Georgia laughed until they thought they were going to die.
