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Gwen and Wendy: Amateur Astronomers
by Jonathan Dzoba (jondz@ix.netcom.com)

***

Gwen and I had been friends forever. Or since junior 
high, at least. We met in astronomy club and that 
became the basis of our friendship. Over the years we 
had done a lot of stuff together. Field trips and so 
on. Mostly with our school clubs, though. This was the 
first time we had been away alone together. The cabin 
was in the mountains two hundred miles north of the 
city. (FF-teens, 1st-lesbian-expr, MF-1st, voy)

*** 

"You mean that's it? Twenty miles back?" Gwen said, a 
little shocked. 

"Yup. That's it. That's the last you'll see of 
civilization," I told her. 

"This really is like Mars," she said. 

I laughed. "It's ok. There's no phone, but there is the 
truck. And it's summer, so we won't get snowed in or 
anything. Besides, we can always walk," I said. 

"Long walk. But nothing's gonna go wrong with your 
dad's truck, is it?" she asked hopefully. 

"I doubt it. It's only a year old. And dad had it 
checked before we left." 

"That's good," Gwen sighed. "So what's the cabin like? 
Real little?" "Uh huh. One room. One bed. Mom and dad 
bought it before we were born. They've been trying to 
sell it and get a bigger one somewhere else," I said. 
"Any luck?" Gwen asked. 

"Not yet. Not many people want one this small, I 
guess." 

"Are there any other cabins nearby?" Gwen wanted to 
know. "Huh uh. Well, there is one on the other side of 
the lake, but it's pretty far away. You'd have to walk 
ten miles to get to it, and it doesn't have a phone 
either, I don't think," I replied. 

"Sure hope we've got enough of everything for two 
weeks," Gwen said. "I think so. We packed enough, plus 
mom packed more junk that I wouldn't have even thought 
about: extra batteries and stuff. Good thing she 
thought of all that," I said. 

"Really. Your folks are really great to let us use the 
place, too." 

"That's what it's there for," I said, echoing my dad's 
sentiments. 

"Wendy? Where's the can opener?" 

"In the box somewhere," I replied, shouting across the 
cabin. 

"Which one?" she asked. 

"I don't know. Try the..." 

"Never mind. I found it," she shouted before I 
finished. 

I came out ten minutes later after drying my hair as 
best I could with just a towel. That was all I had 
wrapped around me when I went out to check on supper. 
"How's it going, chef?" I said. 

"Not bad, but I don't know the first thing about 
starting THAT up," Gwen said, pointing to the gas 
grill. 

"Oh I know how to do that," I said, and started 
fiddling with the tank. 

"Jeez. Why don't you get dressed first or something," 
she scolded. 

"Doesn't matter. Nobody here but you and me," I 
returned. 

"Oh. Yeah. I forgot," she murmured. 

It only took a few minutes before we had the grill 
going and a couple of hot dogs roasting away. We sat on 
the back porch and talked. We talked about school. 
Where we were going to college. We were definitely 
going to the same college. But which one we weren't 
sure. Any place that had a good astronomy school. Cal 
Tech was the best as far as we were concerned. It was 
close enough and our folks could afford anything.

Gwen and I had been friends forever. Or since junior 
high, at least. We met in astronomy club and that 
became the basis of our friendship. Over the years we 
had done a lot of stuff together. Field trips and so 
on. Mostly with our school clubs, though. This was the 
first time we had been away alone together. The cabin 
was in the mountains two hundred miles north of the 
city. LA. We both had our scopes with us. 

I went back inside and got dressed. Gwen had stuff 
ready when I came back out a few minutes later. We ate 
dinner and then went back inside and unpacked the rest 
of our stuff. Gwen took a shower while I went back out 
and set up the telescopes. It was only seven when she 
came back out and not quite dark yet. "Can't see much 
yet," I said. "Still too light." Gwen walked up to her 
scope and adjusted it. She pointed it up and took a 
quick look. Nothing. I could tell by the expression on 
her face. She swung it back down and sat on the swing. 

"We should get some chairs out here. Something sturdier 
to sit on," she told me. "Mmm," I agreed. I went inside 
to look for some. I found two old wooden folding chairs 
in the closet and a couple of cushions that looked like 
they'd been through World War II. 

"Have to do, I'm afraid," I said apologetically. "Can't 
think of everything," I sighed. 

"We'll know better next time. Bring something to sit 
on. How dumb can we get," she stated. 

"Between you and me, pretty dumb," I chided. 

Gwen laughed. "But smart enough to get into Cal Tech." 

"True," I said. "But that's a different kind of smart." 

"Do you really think so?" Gwen asked seriously. 

"Yup. My dad says so all the time. Common sense. Takes 
years to learn." 

"I don't know," Gwen said, unconvinced. 

"Look at my mom. Look at all the stuff she remembered 
to pack and we didn't," I said. 

"But that's experience, not just common sense," Gwen 
said. 

"Hard to tell the difference," I said. 

"I suppose," said Gwen, conceding the point. 

We talked more for a while, mostly about what we knew 
we'd see in the skies, and then fell silent. We fiddled 
with our scopes. I was concentrating on the sky. Gwen 
was looking at the shoreline on the other side of the 
lake. 

"Who are these guys?" she asked, breaking the long 
silence. 

"What?" I said, not quite catching her question. "Who's 
this?" she said, pointing with her finger across the 
lake while keeping her eye to the scope. 

I moved my scope down and tried to find where she was 
looking. It took a minute. "I see 'em," I said. I 
looked carefully at the couple walking along the edge 
of the lake. "I don't know. Don't recognize them," I 
said, not interested. "Do a lot of people just walk up 
here?" Gwen asked. 

"How should I know?" I said. 

"Well I thought maybe they lived in the other cabin and 
you'd know them or something," she said. 

"Not really. Dad said the old guy who used to own it 
died two years ago and it was up for sale too." 

"Oh," Gwen replied. 

I turned my scope back up to the sky. Stars were 
starting to appear. I was starting to get into it when 
Gwen interrupted again. "Check this out. I don't 
believe it," she said quietly. 

"What? What's going on?" I asked taking my eye from the 
scope. She knew it would take me time to get my scope 
lined up to see, so she moved away from hers. 

"Here. Look for yourself," she told me. 

I leaned over to her scope and peeked in. It took a 
second for my eyes to adjust to the dark view the scope 
afforded. Slowly I began to discern figures moving, but 
I couldn't make out what was happening. 

"What's going on?" I asked, not moving from the lens. 

"They're in the water," Gwen said. 

"So?" I replied. 

"She sucking him off," Gwen giggled helplessly. 

"What?" I said, straining to understand the scene with 
my brain now as well as my eyes. As soon as Gwen 
supplied me with the overall picture I realized what I 
was looking at. Gwen had moved in so close I couldn't 
see it at first. There it was, though. Her mouth moving 
over him again and again. I couldn't believe it. 

"Let me see," Gwen said. 

I moved aside. "Let them alone, would you, you 
pervert." I laughed. 

"No. This is amazing," she said, and went back to watch 
them. 

"Gwen!" I said, shocked. 

"Oh come on. They don't even know it. It's not hurting 
anyone," she said. "You're a sicko, you know that?" I 
told her, and went back to my own scope. I tried not to 
pay any attention to her as she kept watch on our 
neighbors. About five minutes went by. I was awakened 
by curiosity. "So what's happening now?" I asked as 
incuriously as possible. 

"Not much. They're done." 

Gwen took her eye from the scope. 

"They went inside," she said matter-of-factly. 

I didn't bother to ask the logical conclusion of the 
act that was in progress. "Are you done playing peeping 
tom now? Want to look at the stars?" I suggested 
pithily. 

"Oh come on. Where's your spirit of adventure? You 
can't tell me you aren't part voyeur if you want to 
look at the stars," she grinned. I had never thought of 
it that way. 

"I don't know if that applies," I said honestly. 

"Does to me," Gwen said simply. 

"You mean you really enjoyed that?" I asked. 

"I suppose, yes. Otherwise I wouldn't have done it," 
she said. "It was like something was drawing me to 
watch," she said. 

"Curiosity," I said, remembering my own feeling. "No, 
more than that. I wanted to see THEM. It's like I was 
an unwanted intruder that no one could see," she said. 

"That's bizarre," I said. 

Gwen just looked at me and shrugged. She readjusted her 
scope and went back to looking at what she had been 
looking at before. I gave up on her and went on looking 
at the stars. 

It was at least half an hour before Gwen nudged me once 
more. 

"What now? Are they doing it in mid air?" I said. 

"No. Just in bed," Gwen said. 

I was caught off guard. 

"You mean they're really doing it?" I said, turning my 
head away from my scope. 

"Yes, they're really doing it," she mimicked. 

"Where?" I said unbelievingly. 

"In bed, I said. Take a look," Gwen said, and offered 
her scope to me. 

Instead I trained my own to the location of interest. 

"Couldn't pass it up, huh?" Gwen kidded me. 

"Oh stop it. I just want to see..." I started but 
decided not to bother finishing and concentrated on 
positioning my telescope. When I got the picture in 
view I was more or less aghast. 

"Ugh," I said disgustedly. 

"Really," Gwen agreed. 

They were on the bed in their cabin making love. No 
covers or anything. He was on top. There was a lamp lit 
inside, which is the only reason we could see anything 
at all. Why they had let it stay on I don't know. Maybe 
they figured, wrongly, that no one was going to be 
around watching them. The whole picture was quite 
clear. We could zoom in as close as we wanted to. I 
dared myself to do it and found myself trapped. I 
watched his cock going up and down, disappearing into 
her between her legs. It was long and hard. 

I moved back a little and looked at him. He was young. 
About twenty five. And lean and hard, but not overly 
muscular. But you could see his biceps straining to 
hold himself up. I wondered if he was sweating. I 
couldn't tell through the scope. I moved the scope over 
to her face and zoomed in. She was pretty. She had long 
hair. Light colored. I couldn't tell if it was blond or 
light brown or not. I moved back down and looked at her 
legs. They were ok. I went back up to see her boobs. 
They were pretty big. 

"Bigger than mine, that's for sure," I said out loud 
inadvertently. 

"What?" Gwen said. "You don't even have one," she said. 

"No, dope. I mean her. I was looking at her boobs," I 
said secretively. "Oh. Yeah. Not bad," Gwen said. I 
could tell she had had a look at them to confirm this. 

"How would you know?" I said. 

Gwen didn't say anything. I figured she knew I was 
right and had lost the point. 

But just then I felt her hand close around my breast 
under my cutoff top. 

"Gwen!" I half shouted, jumping back, surprised and 
laughing. 

"Definitely," she rejoined, pointing at me and laughing 
with me. 

"God!" I said. "Keep your hands to yourself," I warned 
her. 

"Ok. Ok. Just kidding. I had to find out, though," she 
laughed. 

"So now you know," I said. 

Gwen had gone back to watching them. I thought about it 
for a second, and then I did too. 

They had switched positions meanwhile and she was now 
riding him. It wasn't as much fun to watch because I 
couldn't see him anymore. I watched his face for a 
while and looked at his chest for a long time. I began 
to wonder if he would come and then remembered he'd 
already had an orgasm before in the lake. I looked down 
in between. I saw her leg as she rose up and down him 
but couldn't see much in between. I moved up and saw 
her upper body going up and down more than her lower 
body was. Her boobs bounced. 

Suddenly she leaned over and I lost sight of her. I 
readjusted my view and pulled back a little. She was 
leaning over his chest and he was playing with her 
boobs a little. I was getting bored. I thought about 
moving back up to the sky and thought about what I 
would see there. The stars seemed cold. I tried to move 
around to get a more interesting picture, but I needn't 
have. She dismounted him so quickly I thought she left. 

I saw his face and knew he must be about to come. I 
moved my scope so quickly down to catch him that I went 
past and had to pull back. She, whoever she was, was 
there already, holding him in her hands and pumping him 
gently. He came a second after I focused and she moved 
her head behind him but not over him. She did not want 
to take him in her mouth now. Instead she licked him 
and held him as he spurted over her hand. 

"Whew," Gwen said softly. 

"Shhh!" I said, as if they could hear us. 

Gwen muffled a laugh. 

"Stop it!" I said, concentrating on what was happening. 

Gwen quieted down. 

There wasn't much else. They kissed a lot and it got 
pretty boring. I stopped looking. Gwen was already 
sitting on the porch swing. I got up and stretched my 
aching back and buttocks, reaching down to rub them. 
"So you shouldn't watch that kind of stuff, huh? Make 
you go blind, eh?" Gwen chided. 

"Oh cool it. You're the one that got me started," I 
said. 

I went over and sat beside her. 

"But you couldn't resist could you? Admit it," she 
taunted. 

"Yeah. But God knows why. It's so dumb," I said. 

Gwen didn't reply. We swung the swing together. 

"Do you figure they're married?" Gwen asked. 

"Probably," I answered. "Probably on their honeymoon," 
I added. 

"Why?" 

"Who else does it in the lake?" I said. 

"Probably," Gwen laughed. 

I thought about my own folks. I wondered if they'd done 
it here. I tried to figure how old they'd've been when 
they first got the place. "Shit! That's the year I was 
born," I said without thinking. I could see Gwen 
calculating quickly. 

"You mean you figure..." Gwen started. 

"Shush," I said. But it was too late. Gwen was 
giggling. "God you're unbearable," I told her 
straightfacedly. And then I started laughing. 

"Do you think..." Gwen said, not even finishing, but 
pointing across the lake. 

We both broke out laughing again. 

"Maybe she'll grow up to like astronomy..." I started. 

"And look over here..." Gwen burst out laughing. 

I cracked up and bent over double to try to stop myself 
from laughing so hard. 

Unfortunately it caused my back muscles to cramp on my 
side. 

"Oh!" I said in laughter and pain, reaching back to 
hold my back and side. 

"Ow! I said again as a new cramp began. 

"What's the matter?" Gwen asked, still giggling. 

"Cramp," I said, putting my hand to my side. 

"Here, let me rub it," she said quickly. 

She put her hand over onto my back and began to rub it 
where my hand was. I turned immediately away from her 
so she could push against it. She did and continued to 
massage my back until the pain lifted. "Sitting too 
long," I said. 

"I'm sure they won't have any cramps," Gwen said, 
nodding across the lake. 

I laughed and my back cramped a little again in the 
same spot. 

"Wow!" I said, stiffening up. 

"Relax," Gwen said, kneaded it till it began to relax 
again. 

A half minute later she slowed down. 

"Don't stop. It's not gone yet," I said to her. "Well 
then put your feet up or something because I can't 
reach it this way," she complained. 

I swung my legs up to the end of the porch swing and 
put them out under the arm. I tried to sit up straight 
to keep the muscles from cramping again. Gwen rubbed at 
the lower part of my back as best she could. It 
probably wasn't working too well. 

"Turn over," she commanded. 

I scrunched and groaned and pushed and wiggled my body 
over the wooden surface till I had turned over. I had 
to scoot up and put my shoulders on Gwen's lap for her 
to reach my back. 

"That's better. At least I can reach it now," she said, 
and continued to rub my low back. 

"Oh god that feels good," I said. And it did. My 
muscles must really have gone into stasis sitting there 
that long. 

"You would think we'd be used to it by now," I said. 

"I don't think we usually sit and watch uninterrupted 
that long," Gwen remarked. 

"That's true," I said. "We usually don't watch that 
though," I added. 

"Would be a strange sky if we did," Gwen tacked on. I 
smiled. Her hands felt so good I almost drifted off. 
She moved them up my back and their warmth was inviting 
sleep. She didn't hesitate to put her hands under the 
back of my loose top. I didn't care. It felt good. She 
massaged my shoulders and it took the ache of driving 
out of them. Her hands moved down my sides over my rib 
cage and massaged that too. It all felt good. She 
concentrated on my lower back with the heel of her 
hand. She stretched over to reach the far side of me 
and I lifted a little to readjust. I turned my head 
inwards and looked up. Her breasts were hanging 
directly above me, covered only by a top like mine. 

They were bigger. Fuller. 

I tried not to notice and turned my head the other way. 
But I didn't want to look at the lake. I wanted to look 
at her stomach up close for some reason. I turned my 
head right back. 

"Make up your mind," Gwen said irritated by my shifting 
position so much. 

"Sorry. I'll stay here," I told her. 

She resumed her hand motions. I stared at her bare 
stomach. I looked at the marks and small downy hairs 
and her belly button. I could not help but see the 
beginning of her breasts, although I did not look up at 
them. I forgot what her hands were doing. I was 
engrossed in her stomach. My finger appeared at it 
without my knowing I had moved my arm. It rested on her 
belly button. I pushed my finger into it, trying to be 
funny. "Stop that!" Gwen said, almost laughing. 

I gently moved it in and out several times. 

"In, out, in, out," I crooned. 

"God. Stop that, will you?" Gwen laughed. 

I withdrew my hands and my eyes shifted upwards. I 
found myself looking at the bottoms of her breasts. 
They were large and nicely rounded. "Guys would 
definitely like to hold them," I told myself. I 
wondered if any ever had. She had never told me. I 
hadn't ever asked. I tried to see her nipples. Only 
part of them occasionally came into view as she bent 
further over to rub me lower. I suddenly felt her hands 
go under the waist of my cutoffs. That pair of cutoffs 
were big. They had been my dad's jeans. I had inherited 
them. Her hand slid under easily and went right under 
my underwear too. She pulled it back out again right 
away and continued massaging me the same way for a 
while. 

Her hand felt good still. Warm. It moved off to the 
side of my hip and went further down the side of my leg 
then back up and out. As she did it again and again, I 
went back into a small trance and found myself looking 
at her again. I moved my hand a little on her stomach 
back and forth. It was moist-sticky from being in one 
spot so long. It bumped across. I lifted it and turned 
it over. The back of my hand was dry and moved to the 
side of her stomach easily. It tickled her a little. 
She twisted underneath it. 

Her hand went to the other hip suddenly and I started. 
I enjoyed what I was doing without much thought or 
concern.. She kept massaging me. Her hand went down the 
middle of my bottom rubbing with the heel of her hand. 
Then down one side and the other. Then she began using 
her fingers. She massaged and dug her fingers into my 
bottom. 

I was a little nervous for a second, but decided to 
trust her. She kept touching me and soon it began to 
feel good. Soon it began to feel less massaging and 
more touching. I still trusted her. Her fingers slid 
between and she moved them apart. They slid right down 
to my hole and I knew she meant what she was doing, yet 
I could not stop her. I told myself she was still just 
rubbing me in a massaging sort of fashion. 

She touched me this way for what seemed like forever, 
her finger exploring over the top of my hole, 
threatening to go in, but only pushing at it slightly. 
It made me squirm and push myself down onto the hard 
swing. I got wet in between. Suddenly, her fingers 
touched the back of my opening and nearly slid in. 

I was unready, unaware and unsure of what to do. I 
wanted to stop her then, but she put her fingers inside 
of me and I could not stop her. They went right in. The 
wetness they brought back she dragged back over my dry 
hole excited me to an unbelievable peak. It wetted me 
more and I wanted her to push in, even there. I guess 
she knew what I was thinking. She pressed her finger 
into me and I tensed. She eased up and withdrew it, 
then pushed again a little and withdrew again, then 
circled it with her fingertip. I relaxed again and her 
fingers went back down lower. 

I could not help but raise my bottom and she reached 
inside of me again. I sighed softly as her fingers 
entered me, my breathing coming faster. 
Her fingers pushed into me again and again till I felt 
myself gripping them and responding without any control 
on my part. I was afraid. "Gwen please," I said weakly. 

She leaned over me and pushed her fingers underneath me 
completely, finding my clitoris. She rubbed it as best 
she could, but it was awkward for her hand, I could 
tell. She took her hand out completely. 

"I can't reach you. Turn over please," Gwen said 
quietly. 

I twisted myself around and looked up at her. 

"What are you doing?" I asked her. 

"Playing with you," she replied succinctly. 

"Why?" 

"Because I am, that's all. Do you want me to finish or 
not?" she asked. 

"Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked, knowing 
that I would not stop her. "I wouldn't be doing it if I 
didn't want to do it," she replied. "Do you mind?" she 
added. 

"Maybe we'd better go inside," I said, starting to get 
up. 

Gwen put her hand down on my stomach. "No. Just stay 
where you are, ok?" Her hand came up to my face and 
went to my cheek. She brushed it. I looked at her eyes 
to see what she was feeling and saw her looking at me 
deeply in thought. 

"It's ok," I reassured her. "I... " I faltered, "I 
don't mind so much as long as it's you," I told her, 
taking her hand from my cheek and holding it in my own. 
She smiled. I put her hand down deliberately on my 
stomach and moved it in a circle. She smiled again and 
began to move her hand on her own. I reached down lower 
and unzipped my cutoffs and undid the snap. "There," I 
said. 

Gwen's hand stayed on my stomach. She touched it 
lightly and I found I had lost the urgency I'd had only 
a minute before. I put my hand up her side and under 
her cutoff t-shirt. I felt the side of her body and 
then moved directly over her breast. I felt the nipple 
go by under my palm. Gwen reacted by closing her eyes. 
I touched her breast lightly as she did my stomach. 
Then her hand wandered upward and touched my breasts, 
too. We did this for quite some time, stimulating each 
other gradually. 

At last I reached up and pulled her hand downward. I 
was beginning to become excited again and needed to 
feel her touch. She accepted my guidance and her hand 
floated over the top of my exposed underpants. I pushed 
my mound up into her hand. She smiled and rubbed the 
top of it, patting it gently. It made me want to come 
when she did that! I squeezed her breast in my hand and 
tried to touch her other with my other hand. It 
wouldn't reach easily, but I traced it before I put my 
hand back down again. Gwen smiled at me again, and her 
hand pressed harder into my mound. "Touch me, Gwen," I 
pleaded. 

She used her fingers to press deep into my panties, but 
it wasn't enough. I pushed up to see if it would help. 
She moved her fingers lower and suddenly they slipped 
under the edge of my panties. They rushed across my 
hairs, brushing them and searching. I was so wet that 
she had no trouble in finding my clitoris. She rubbed 
it with her fingers. I closed my eyes and moved against 
her fingers. The more she rubbed the closer I came. 

She speeded up and suddenly I put my hands down on top 
of hers. I came, pushing myself up into her hand, 
holding her there. Gwen waited patiently till I lifted 
my own hands. Then she closed her hand around my mound 
and just held it for a while. It felt good. I didn't 
know what to say. Gwen smiled down at me and her hand 
began to move playfully around me again. "Ok?" she 
said. 

"Mmm hmm," I murmured. Then I lifted up her hand to 
stop her and sat up. 

"Inside?" I asked. 

"Ok," she replied, and got off the swing.

We took our telescopes in with us. There was only one 
bed. We had planned on sharing it anyway. But not, I 
was sure, like this. Gwen lay down and I sat beside 
her. I let my hand go down to her cutoffs. "Would you 
like me to do you too?" I asked. 

"Of course," she said. "If you want to," she added. I 
smiled back at her and rubbed her groin to stimulate 
her and answer her question at the same time. I was 
glad she was going to let me return the favor. I 
thought I should. In a way I was eager to. It was an 
adventure and she was my best friend. I could trust 
her. She lay back and put her hands behind her head. It 
raised her cutoff top some and I smiled at the fact 
that she had, even inadvertently, exposed her breasts 
to me. I leaned down and kissed them and looked up at 
her to see her face. 

She had closed her eyes, but I could tell from her 
mouth that I had done something she had wanted me to 
do. I molded her breasts in my hands and took her 
nipples into my mouth. I sucked them and squeezed her 
breasts gently in my hands. It felt wonderful. Her 
nipples got hard and I bit them a little, sliding my 
fingers over them wetly. I slid down slowly, licking 
her stomach and preparing to remove her cutoffs. 

I knew what I wanted to do. She was waiting for me. I 
unbuttoned her cutoffs and unzipped them quickly. I 
tugged them down her legs and her pants came off with 
them. I put them on the floor and turned back to look 
at her. She had her eyes open and was watching me. I 
put my hand down on the top of her thigh and stroked it 
lovingly, smiling at her. My hand wandered to the 
inside of her leg and she closed her eyes again. I 
looked at her. She was pretty. My head turned to look 
at her legs where I was caressing. She had slim legs. 

I moved my hand down and touched her toes and feet and 
caressed up her leg slowly. When I reached her inner 
thighs again, she moved her legs apart more. She lifted 
her knee up and I moved between them, pushing the other 
leg out towards the edge of the bed with my hand. I put 
my hands up to her mound and moved them around, 
caressing her gently. I smoothed the hairs back and 
moved them away from the center of her. It exposed her 
lips and I put my finger to them, moving them lightly 
back and forth. 

I was going to play with her with my fingers, just as 
she had done to me. Only I could see her in front of 
me. This was different. She had just touched me, not 
seen me. I wondered if she had wanted to. I was going 
to ask her, but didn't. It would have broken the spell 
I thought. Instead I just moved my fingertip over her 
again and again. I knew where to concentrate at the 
top, and finally I was just going in little circles 
around her hidden button. Gwen was beginning to 
respond: moving her hips in a slow rhythm. 

I knew just how she felt. I felt it with her as I 
touched her and saw her expressions. I knew when it 
felt very good. It was fascinating to play with her and 
keep her and see her in that state of suspended 
pleasure. I wanted it to last a long time. I 
deliberately withheld excitement from building up too 
fast just to watch myself touching her privately. I 
moved my fingertip up to the very top of her and pulled 
the hood back with it, temporarily exposing her 
clitoris. 

I was so fascinated by it that I used my other hand to 
hold back the hood and keep it exposed while my 
fingertip roamed over it again and again. I knew Gwen 
would come quickly if I kept doing that, but I couldn't 
help myself. I looked at her and knew with her eyes 
closed tight and knew she wanted to come soon. I took 
her clit between the tips of my thumb and forefinger 
and slid it back into its little hood then out again 
carefully. I did it again and once more. Then many 
times quickly. 

Gwen's body stiffened and her legs pressed together as 
I rubbed her after her climax. She gripped my hand in 
her thighs and held it there till the spasms between 
her legs subsided. She released my hand and I smiled at 
her when she opened her eyes again. She just looked at 
me. There wasn't anything to say between us. What had 
happened, had happened. We both understood it. 

I smiled at her again and she let her leg fall down. I 
pulled the bedspread up over her and covered her, 
tucking her in. She smiled at me broadly, laughing 
silently at my motherly gesture. I sat up at the edge 
of the bed and undid my cutoffs. I took them off 
sitting there, and, leaving my underwear and top on, 
climbed into bed beside her. 

"Thanks," Gwen said, "I needed that." 

"I did, too," I said. "I've never done that before," I 
told her. 

"Neither have I," Gwen told me. "Watching them made me 
horny," she said. 

"Me too," I added. "How come you..." I started. "I 
don't know. At first I was just rubbing your back 
because you needed it, but it felt good touching you, 
too, after a while," Gwen said. "Oh," I said. 

There was a silence. 

"Have you ever done it?" she asked. "You know, with a 
guy?" 

"No," I told her. 

"I haven't yet either," she said quietly. 

We didn't say much for a while. I slid down a little 
and began to get comfortable and a little sleepy. Gwen 
looked at me and moved down beside me. We were facing 
each other. 

She smiled at me again. I put my head down on the 
pillow. Gwen put her hand up to my face and touched my 
cheek. I looked at her. Her hair tumbled down beside 
her as she leaned on her elbow. I reached out and took 
it in my hand, threading it through my fingers. I did 
it several times. Gwen began brushing my hair from my 
forehead. Then she leaned forward and kissed my 
forehead. I wanted to do the same for her, but she met 
me halfway and put her lips against mine instead. I 
held off for a second but it was too late. She pressed 
her lips against mine and I kissed her back. We stood 
back and looked at each other, trying to gauge each 
other's feelings. Then we kissed again, slowly. Our 
lips met and clung, twisting across time. 

Gwen's hand went down to my chest and rubbed my breasts 
with the back of her hand. 

I did the same for her. We kissed for a very long time, 
touching one another gently. Then we moved closer 
together and the warmth was intoxicating. We pressed 
into one another and held each other in our arms. We 
were lovers. I touched her back and bottom and she 
caressed me. I was on my back and she leaned over me, 
pressing her body against mine. Our legs met and 
crossed, twining for warmth. I felt her hairs on my 
thigh and became excited. I kissed her harder and she 
responded by opening her mouth to me. Our tongues 
played together wetly. Our bodies mixed warmly. I 
relished the feeling of her breasts against mine. 

Gwen surprised me and climbed right on top of me, 
putting both her legs between mine. She lay on top of 
me and we kissed more. Her hands went under my head and 
held it as we kissed. Mine went to her back and sides 
and bottom. I loved to touch her bottom. It was soft. 
The hairs there were downy. Further down I could almost 
reach her sex. I pressed my hands lower to find it and 
she pushed her body upward toward my head to help me 
reach her. I began to slip my fingers inside of her 
again. She moaned pleasingly, but slid down so that I 
couldn't reach her anymore. 

She flipped her hair back and then kissed my neck. It 
tickled a little and I giggled. Gwen smiled and kept 
going. She lowered herself further and kissed the bones 
in between and above my breasts. That felt hot and very 
sexy. She kissed there hard and I sighed excitedly. 

"Gwen," I said softly. 

"Um hum," she said back affirmatively. 

She kissed my breasts and warmed my nipples with her 
tongue. I stroked her hair and held her head in place 
lightly, letting her move it as she wished until she 
found my nipples. Then I would keep it there till she 
moved it back to the other side. She lay down and used 
her hands to hold and squeeze my breasts while she 
kissed my stomach. I became very excited anticipating 
what I knew was going to happen. Gwen kissed her way 
down my stomach and when she reached my panties she 
tugged at the edge of them to pull them down. I lifted 
my bottom and she slowly pulled them from me, down just 
below my mound. 

She moved to one side, putting her legs over me, and 
with one hand removed them completely. I helped her by 
bringing my knees up. She had to go under the covers to 
get them all the way off. When she lay back down, she 
parted my legs and moved in between them even lower 
than before. I was surprised to see her where she was. 
She lay down and moved my legs apart, looking at me in 
between. 

I watched her. She kissed my inner thighs and I lay 
down and closed my eyes. I felt her kissing higher up 
and then finally felt her fingers moving through the 
blond hairs surrounding me. She swept them aside and 
parted my lips. I felt a sudden rush of wetness inside. 
The next thing I felt was like a hot thing surrounding 
my clitoris. It was her tongue. 

I clutched the sheet in my fingers. Her tongue lashed 
at me and it was not as hot, but wetter feeling the 
next time. It still felt good. Very good. Gwen 
continued to lick me slowly and I began to react 
inside. I tensed and contracted every muscle in my 
groin and inside of my own pussy. Her tongue made me 
shiver in excitement. She moved me further apart with 
her fingers and pushed directly on top of my button 
with her tongue. The tip of it moved rapidly across my 
button clit and I started to build to a new level of 
excitement. One step closer to orgasm. 

Gwen kept flicking at the top of my clit until I was 
moving excitedly underneath her. Then she licked me 
hard and flat with her tongue. Her fingers took over 
and played with me for a second or two. Her tongue must 
have needed a rest. But quickly she sucked my whole 
organ into her mouth and I nudged closer to climax. She 
sucked me in and out of her mouth and my pelvis was 
rising and falling quickly, matching her sucking 
action. She put her hands under my bottom and held it, 
forcing me up into her mouth. She sucked me hard right 
at the top of my clit and I came. And came. And came. 
It was the longest, sweetest series of orgasms I'd ever 
had in my life. Gwen sucked me all through it till I 
pushed her away in protest. 

She pulled herself up and lay on top of me. I loved 
having her there and held her in my arms. She just put 
her head off to one side of mine and rested there. I 
knew what I had to do next. 

I pushed her off of me gently and rolled over on top of 
her. She smiled at me and I smiled back a little, but 
kissed her passionately right away so we wouldn't lose 
the feelings of the moment. She kissed me back eagerly 
and when her tongue entered my mouth I tasted my own 
wetness. I pressed my body hard into hers and kissed 
her back the more eagerly for the taste of it. It 
excited me. I kissed her neck and her chest and spent a 
short time sucking her nipples. I kissed her ribs, 
sticking out above her stomach and then licked at her 
belly button. But I moved quickly down. Her dark brown 
hairs were so different than mine I stared at them 
almost in amazement. I saw her peeking through and 
moved to kiss her. 

She tasted divine. I let my tongue go around her and 
pulled her lips apart. I sucked her and sucked her, 
twisting my fingers inside of her slowly as I did so. I 
felt her contracting around them. I put one more finger 
inside of her and used my other fingertip to play with 
her clit while I tongued it at the same time. She was 
throbbing inside and her body pressed hard into the 
bed. I flicked at the top of her clit and she came 
immediately.

I surrounded her clit with my mouth and pushed my 
fingers deep in her. She pushed against my fingers and 
made them go even deeper, her pelvis shaking against my 
mouth. When she dropped down to the bed I released my 
fingers from her and held her legs in my arms, keeping 
her down on the bed. I sucked her clit again right away 
and she climaxed a second time. While she came down I 
lay my head between her legs and just let it rest 
there. In a minute or two I climbed up to be beside 
her. I spooned into her body from behind and she pulled 
my hands up to her breasts. We covered up in the sheet 
and spread and went to sleep. 

***

The next morning we separated and showered without 
saying much to each other. Gwen disappeared for a 
while, walking out into the woods. I was afraid maybe 
I'd done something wrong, but then figured that it was 
just what happened and she needed to think. I didn't 
think about it too much. I was surprised at what we'd 
done, but thought that we'd done what we needed to do 
at the time. I wondered where she went, but decided not 
to follow. Instead I went for a swim. It was refreshing 
and I hadn't swum unrestrainedly for a long time. 

It was about ten when I got out. I had some late 
breakfast and heard Gwen coming down the road. She was 
talking with someone. Or more than one. I heard other 
voices. One was definitely male. I went to the front 
and looked out. Gwen was walking down the road with who 
else but the couple from the other cabin. I was 
suddenly embarrassed. I wondered immediately if Gwen 
had told them, then knew better. She wouldn't have. I 
watched as they approached. Gwen saw me and waved. I 
waved back dubiously. "Wendy, Mark and Alyssa. Mark and 
Alyssa, Wendy," Gwen said in the way of introduction. 

"Hi," I said. "You bought Mr. Parker's cabin?" 

"No. Just renting. Our honeymoon," Mark said. 

"They're here for the week," Gwen added. 

I looked at Alyssa. She was older than I'd thought. 

"Hi," I said, extending my hand to her. 

"Hello," she said, shaking my hand comfortably. She 
obviously didn't have much to say. I guess I might not 
if I were taken away for a walk on my honeymoon either. 
I looked at Gwen as if to say, "So? What now?" 

"Come on in.", Gwen chimed, pointing towards the door. 

"Sure," Mark said and took a step in that direction. 

Alyssa kind of held him back, but said nothing. Mark 
pulled her along firmly. She followed as if nothing had 
happened. I looked at them as they went in. He too was 
older than I'd thought. But he was handsome. I let them 
go in first and Gwen followed me. I blushed when Gwen 
put her hand on my behind and reached back to pull it 
away right away. But it told me at least she wasn't mad 
about what had happened between us, and I was glad of 
that. It felt kind of comforting in a way. 

"Your cabin's a little bigger than ours," Mark said. 

"Not much," I replied. 

"How do you know?" Mark asked. 

"I've been to Parker's lots. My mom and dad have owned 
this place for years," I said. "But they're looking to 
sell," I added, in case they might be interested. 
"Still pretty old fashioned, though. Not many 
conveniences," Mark said. "Who needs conveniences?" 
Gwen asked. I understood her double entendre, even if 
Mark and Alyssa didn't. 

"I just wanted something a little more civilized," Mark 
said. "You know of any places around here like that?" 
he said. 

"Nope. I don't get around much up here," I told him. 
"Except for the forest," I added. "And swimming," I 
added again. 

"That's my favorite part of all this," Alyssa chimed in 
suddenly. I looked at her. She seemed glad to have 
something to say at last. "Well, Gwen must have walked 
you quite a ways if you didn't boat across," I laughed. 

"Boat," said Mark, "I wasn't about to walk the whole 
way." 

"I wanted to," Alyssa said. 

"How come you came up the front way then?" I asked 
curious. 

Mark answered. "Ali saw something off in the woods and 
wanted to check it out. 

She thought it was an animal, a deer or something." 
"I'd love to see something while I'm here," Alyssa 
said. "Not just spend the WHOLE time in bed." 

Gwen and I laughed. 

"Ali," Mark scolded. 

"Well, it's true," Alyssa said. 

"Come on," I said. "I'll go with you. I just finished a 
long swim and I need to dry out a little. A walk would 
feel good." 

Alyssa let go of Mark's hand. "Ok?" she asked for 
permission. 

"Go ahead. I'll wait for you. Don't be too long," he 
told her. 

"Behave yourself," she warned, pointing to Gwen. 

"Oh come on. What am I going to do?" Mark laughed. 

"You've already had enough to last a lifetime this 
week," Alyssa remarked. 

"A little more never hurts," Mark laughed. 

"You guys!" I said, trying to make them stop. "Come 
on," I told Alyssa. I went to get a backpack and put a 
few things in it to eat and drink since it was almost 
lunch time anyway and I figured we'd be out that long. 
"Don't expect us back in an hour," I said. "Maybe two 
or four," I said to Gwen and Mark as I headed for the 
door. 

"You got good walking shoes on?' I asked Alyssa as we 
went out the door. 

"Sneakers good enough?" she asked as we left the others 
behind. 

"They'll do," I said. 

"Where are we going?" Alyssa asked. 

"Up to an old mining camp," I said. 

"God, that's great! That's the kind of thing I love to 
do. Explore old places and stuff." she said excitedly. 
"How did you find it?" "Oh, I've been coming here since 
I was a kid. And Mr. Parker told me about it one time. 
I found it on my own from his description. It's about 
five miles away. You ready for a good walk?" I said. 

"Let's do it. I'm ready. My legs feel like rubber 
after..." she started, but didn't finish. 

I laughed, "Come on. This'll be just the thing to 
straighten them out." Alyssa didn't blush, but she went 
quiet again. So we walked on. About two miles out we 
saw some animals. Just a couple of raccoons and 
rabbits, but Ali, for that was what she'd asked me to 
call her, Ali was amazed. 

I think if she'd had a camera or something she'd have 
felt better. But she didn't think to bring hers with 
her when Gwen talked them into boating across the lake. 
She didn't figure she was going to use it. They hadn't 
planned on being gone long at all, in fact. "Do you 
really think we can stay out for four hours?" Alyssa 
asked, as if I had to give her permission. 

"Who cares? You're on vacation, aren't you?" I said. 

"A honeymoon isn't exactly a vacation," Alyssa said. 

"What's the problem?" I asked. "You talk like you hate 
it," I said. "No, it's not that, it's just that, well, 
Mark and I have been living together for so long 
already that getting married was sort of his idea and 
not mine. It was like we had this vacation coming up 
and he wanted some excuse to do nothing but fool 
around," she said. 

"That's a shame. You guys seem like a real nice couple, 
though," I prompted. "I think he's a turning into a 
real jock sometimes the way he hang out with the guys 
and footballs and baseballs himself to death. We don't 
do any of the things we started out doing when we first 
knew each other," Ali complained suddenly. I wasn't 
sure I wanted to hear all her problems, but I decided 
to listen anyway. 

"So what the hell did you marry him for?" I said. 
"Because we were already married, I suppose. That just 
made it official," she said. 

"I think you've just made a whopper," I told her flat 
out. 

She laughed. 

I felt her suddenly not behind me. I looked back and 
she was standing in the middle of the trail crying. 
Just standing there with her hands at her sides, crying 
big tears. I walked back to her and put my arms around 
her. She clung to me and sobbed. I had burst the damn 
and I knew it. I tried to think, to gauge where we 
were. There was nothing around to offer a comfortable 
place to sit and talk. So I toughened up my voice and 
spoke to her like a drill sergeant. "Ten-hut!" I said, 
pushing her away from me to arms length. 

She laughed again in sobs, smiling at me and trying to 
regain herself. 

"On your way, soldier. The squirrels are waiting," I 
joked. 

She mock saluted me and I turned crisply to lead the 
way again. I decided not to speak to her. Instead I led 
a brisker pace, so that we could get to the mine 
sooner. It might just walk it out of her, too. I turned 
only once to ask how she was doing, and one other time 
to point out a hawk circling high above. 

"Damn, I wish I had my camera!" she groaned. 

I wondered if she was a real camera buff. It sounded 
like it. I knew enough about 35mm cameras to photograph 
the night sky. Gwen and I did our own developing. High 
resolution black and white film. I saw it a just 
another aspect of astronomy mostly. 

We didn't see much other wildlife, but when we hit the 
brook, Alyssa jumped up and down like a little kid. She 
said she'd grown up with one just like it near her 
grandmother's house. She splashed around in it as we 
followed it up the trail. 

"You're going to regret getting your sneakers soaked," 
I told her. "Oh who cares!" she retorted, as if she no 
longer needed my permission. Which she didn't in the 
first place. 

I laughed at myself as well as her. I really was the 
motherly type. I couldn't help it. That was my 
personality. 

"So you think Minnesota's gonna lose the big one, huh?" 
Gwen asked Mark. "Yeah. They'll blow it in the last 
quarter. Too bad we don't have a TV or I'd prove it to 
you," he said. 

"I have a little radio," Gwen said. 

"All right. Maybe I can get the game on that. You don't 
mind, do you?" he asked. "Not at all. I'd like to 
listen too," she told him untruthfully. "I'll be right 
back," she said, and went to get her portable radio, 
which she was usually not without. 

"We'll probably get better reception outside," she 
said, moving towards the back door. 

"Yeah," Mark agreed readily. 

"Would you like something to drink? I'm afraid we don't 
have any beer or anything. Just soda," she offered. 

"That's ok. Pepsi if you have it," he told her. She 
smiled and went back in to get one out of the 
refrigerator. She had her plans. He was obligingly 
sitting on the porch swing when she came out. She sat 
beside him and put the radio on the porch railing. He 
leaned over and turned it up. She pulled her legs up 
under her. The one next to him couldn't help but cross 
over his leg. He couldn't inch further away, so he was 
forced to put his arm around behind her on the swing. 
It almost made him uncomfortable for a minute, but he 
listened to the game and forgot about it. 

Gwen got mad, even though she was listening to the game 
and chatting with him about it. She reached up and 
pulled his hand down around her shoulder. She held it 
and played with his fingers. If that wasn't clue 
enough, then he could jump in the lake, she thought to 
herself. "You could get in trouble that way," Mark 
said. "I wouldn't mind a LITTLE trouble," Gwen said, 
looking at him truthfully. She put her hand in his lap. 

"Your serious, aren't you?" Mark suggested. 

"I think so," Gwen told him. 

He put his hand down on hers and guided it over his 
pants. Gwen took his lead and followed it. She rubbed 
over his pants till she just began to feel him growing 
underneath. She looked down at him. 

"You ever done this before? You look pretty young," 
Mark said. Gwen wasn't sure what to say, so she lied. 
"Yes, and not that young," she told him as hardly as 
she could. 

He must have believed her or told himself to, because 
he pulled her up from the swing and lowered himself 
down in it. Gwen knew what he expected and just hoped 
she could do it right. She unbuckled his jeans and 
laughed to herself when she saw him in his underwear on 
the swing. 

"I hope they meant what they said," he told himself. 
"Don't worry. There'll be time," Gwen said. She removed 
his shorts, too. For the first time in her young life, 
she leaned over and took a man into her mouth. It was 
bigger than she'd anticipated. Much bigger. And it only 
GOT bigger! She could take no more than two or three 
inches of it into her mouth without gagging at first, 
but it became wetter and went further in gradually the 
more she did it. 

Soon she was sucking on his cock well. She knew it 
because he had ceased to listen to the football game 
and closed his eyes. She could see him responding in 
his expressions. Gwen sucked him as hard as she could 
and touched him underneath as well. They were so soft 
underneath! She held them lightly as they hung over the 
edge of the swing, cupping them in her hand and lifting 
them gently. She knew she wanted him to stay hard and 
that she needed some stimulation herself to get ready 
for him, so she stopped to remove her tube top. 

She leaned forward over him in the swing and he held 
her breasts roughly and squeezed them hard. Her nipples 
stiffened in protest as he sucked them, but it felt 
wonderful. His big hands wrapped around her back and 
pulled her up to his face. They kissed and Gwen felt 
herself warming up to him. Suddenly he pulled her up 
completely on top of him with his strong arms. Gwen was 
taken aback when she felt him spreading her apart and 
lowering her onto himself. She wasn't ready. He tried 
to enter her but failed. 

She kissed him harder to make her self wetter and tried 
to slip her hand between her legs to play with herself 
a little. His hand went there too and he rubbed her 
with his massive fingers. They were rough skinned and 
it hurt a little, putting her completely out of the 
mood right away. She struggled to disengage herself, 
but realized she had committed herself and could not do 
that without a fight. So she resigned herself and tried 
to find what little pleasure there was in his touches. 

"Go easier," she told him. 

He knew what she meant, and moved his fingers more 
slowly, making her realize that he was not completely 
insensitive to her. "Play with me gently," she pleaded 
in his ear sensuously. That made him more reasonable. 
She was soon feeling excitable again. When his finger 
moved to go inside her, she stiffened and pulled her 
pelvis back. He stopped. 

"You really haven't done it before, have you?" he told 
her more than asked her. 

"No, you're the first, so enjoy it," Gwen said. 

He smiled at her. "You got a lotta spunk," he commented 
monosyllabically. 

"I'm known for it," Gwen told him. She wasn't. 

He pulled her down to him and kissed her again. This 
time he went in. It hurt. She moved. He pursued her, 
pulled her up and pushed her down. Not much. Just 
enough to enter. Tears welled in her eyes. It hurt 
again. He entered her further and she bit her lip. He 
was in her. Out he came. A rest. Then back in. Slowly. 
She expanded. She felt him in her. He pulled her up and 
lowered her again. This time it was easier. Wetter. 

She wondered if it was blood, but did not care to look. 
He slid into her, pushing her sides apart. Or at least 
it felt that way. Soon she was helping him, lowering 
herself, pushing up with her thigh muscles to raise 
herself above him. Then she wanted control. She took it 
upon herself to do it to him and he relaxed and let her 
fuck him. It got easier and better. This was more like 
what she had expected. She had him. She worked him 
under her and hoped he would come inside of her. Then 
she realized what that would mean and became a teenager 
again. Afraid. "You have to tell me when to get of
f," she said to him as she bent down and kissed around 
his ears. 

"Ok," was all he replied. 

She was disconcerted by his reply. She went down harder 
on him. 

"Take it easy," he told her. 

She had felt his cock bend a little the wrong way 
underneath her. She smiled inside. "Pay attention," she 
thought to herself, and began to work him more to make 
him come. She was trying to prepare to get off of him 
when the time came, too. 

"Now!" he said so suddenly that she nearly flew into 
the air getting off of him. She sat back down on his 
legs and grabbed him with one hand and pressed his cock 
into her belly, watching it come in sheer fascination. 
"Suck on it!" he told her. 

Gwen thought, "What an idiot!" to herself, and did just 
as he asked. She got down on her knees to the side of 
him and took him into her mouth as quickly as she 
could. He was hot and salty and slick. He spurted once 
into her tongue and she choked a little. She kept her 
tongue going around him, spreading his come around his 
cock. She swallowed and tasted it a little. Then she 
went back for more. She sucked him into her mouth as he 
grew smaller. She was disappointed. She wanted more. 
She had expected more her first time. 
 
***

"No, we got an apartment together right away. I never 
had the chance to go to college. I never wanted to. Not 
until all my friends did and graduated and got really 
good jobs and did interesting stuff. Then I knew what a 
jerk I'd been," Ali told me. I reached for a hot dog on 
the fire. 

"You're almost like a soap opera. When did you grow up? 
In the fifties or something?" I told her. 

"Yeah, I know I got no brains," she said self 
deprecatingly. "So get some! Go to college and shit," I 
told her. "You're not exactly on your deathbed, you 
know. You can't be more than 25, I'd guess." "22. Mark 
says it's a waste. He's got a job and so do I and we do 
alright. And I ask him what about the future and he 
says the same thing. He's got a job and so do I and 
we'll do alright. I tell him I don't want to do 
'alright.' I want something better, something 
different, something...", she ran out of words. "Get 
out now, then, while you still can," I advised her. 

"Easier said than done," she said, meaning her recently 
rushed marriage. 

"Easier done than said," I told her. "Or you'll pay 
forever." 

She looked at me dejectedly. 

"Eat another hot dog," I told her. She laughed. 

"How come you're so smart for somebody who's 
only...seventeen," she guessed. "Eighteen," I 
corrected. "My dad's a Ph.D.. So's my mom. Born with 
it, I guess," I stated plainly. 

"You're lucky. You're going to college, right?" Ali 
asked, knowing the answer. 

"Let's go for a swim," I said. 

"No suit," Ali remarked dryly. 

"Don't need one. Nobody here but us chickens," I said. 

She looked at me. I looked back, daring her. She stood 
up and took off her top. I finished my hot dog in one 
bite and stood up, too. She was removing her shorts. I 
watched as I took off my clothes. It was hot enough 
after the hike and the water in the little grotto was 
inviting. She slipped in and I came in a minute later. 
The pool wasn't very big, just the catch from a small 
brook flowing downhill. It dropped over some rocks and 
made a little waterfall. "The miner's dynamited this 
out," I told Ali. 

"How do you know?" she asked. 

"Local history, that's all." 

"Oh." 

"They used it for washing and mining. Got the water 
from the fall to drink before it hit the pool," I 
related. 

"Not very big," Ali said. 

"But deeper than it looks, huh?" I mentioned. 

I could see Ali testing for the bottom with her feet. 
The water was that clear. "God, I can see the bottom 
but I can't touch it. How deep is it?" she wanted to 
know. 

"About fifteen feet, actually," I told her. I swam over 
to her side of the pool. 

"It's cooler down further," she said. 

"Mmm hmm," I agreed knowingly. 

We didn't speak for a minute. 

"Do you do a lot of photography?" I asked. 

"It's my favorite thing to do. It's my only hobby, 
really. Sometimes I spend all day Saturday out with my 
camera while Jack's working. I look forward to it." 
"Why not open up your own shop then?" I suggested. 

"No money. No idea how to run it. What else..." she 
trailed off. 

"You're really down on yourself, aren't you?" I said. 
She looked at me. Her eyes were really tired and 
hopeless. I moved next to her and put my arm around her 
shoulder. 

"You really do need to get a little more self 
confidence, you know. You've probably got the talent. I 
think you just need the drive and a little push. Maybe 
even someone to go in with," I told her. 

She reached up and pulled my hand down over her 
shoulder. 

"Thanks. Maybe I can convince Jack..." she started. 

"Don't convince him, just DO it!" I snapped. 

She let my hand go. "You don't know Jack. He's not that 
easy to waylay," Ali said. 

There was a minute's silence. 

"The water feels cold," Ali said, pulling herself up on 
the rocks. I swam away a little ways and then came back 
again. I put my arms up on her leg and folded them 
neatly. She was kicking her feet out in the water. 
"Would you show me some of you pictures? Do you have 
any back at your cabin?" I asked. 

Ali was surprised. "Not many. Just the last batch that 
I took. Nothing good, really. I mean not my best by any 
stretch," she gibbered. Anyone could tell she was more 
than pleased I asked. "Not to see them, no. He just 
looks at them and says 'They're real nice, Lissy," she 
said distantly. 

"Lissy," I said, turning the nickname over with my 
tongue, "That's nice. I like it," I said. Ali looked at 
me. I patted her leg with my hand approvingly and then 
noticed something I hadn't before. 

"Do you always do that?" I said, turning my hand 
slightly and pointing between her legs. 

Alyssa blushed. "No. Jack did it the other day. He 
convinced me. I didn't want to at first, but it kind of 
turned me on when he started doing it. Doesn't feel all 
that bad," she said. 

I'd never seen a woman without any hair down there. I 
saw all kinds of girls in the showers in phys-ed. But 
not this. I moved my hand over to just above her mound. 
I let my fingers run over the skin. It was smooth. No 
stubble. "Do you shave it every day now, or what?" I 
said, not looking up. "Most of it. Gently. It's just 
like shaving your legs," she laughed, "Only much more 
careful." 

I moved my fingers a little lower. "Can I see?" I asked 
curiously. 

"Wendy! There's nothing to see," she blushed. 

I slipped back into the water and walked around front 
of her. I put my hands on her legs. 

"Come on. I've never seen one like this before," I 
said. "Please?" I looked at her pleadingly. 

She blushed again, but slowly let my hands push her 
legs apart. I moved my head closer to her private area. 
I touched the lips of her vagina and moved them a 
little. I looked at her from all angles, touching her 
and moving her around. "I think it looks better this 
way," I commented, not stopping. 

"Do you?" Ali said softly. 

"It's easier to reach," I said, looking at her and 
touching her clitoris, rubbing it in a small circle. I 
could see she was willing. "Is it?" she said 
breathlessly, looking at me distantly. I lowered my 
head and took her into my mouth. She groaned. I 
nibbled. She sighed. I ate her clit warmingly and she 
moved underneath my loving. She tasted good and I 
sucked her lightly, taking her in and out of my mouth 
gently. 

Then I kissed her. All around her clit and pussy. Her 
juices started to flow and I took her clitoris back 
into my mouth. She held on to the rock she was sitting 
on. I could feel her erupting, but I wanted to suck her 
more. She rolled through her first orgasm to her 
second. The next one came quickly. After that, she 
remained excited as my fingers entered her and I let 
her clit rest. I moved my hands inside her and built 
her slowly back up to desire again. Then I took them 
away and moved from her. I climbed out and lay on the 
cool rock beside her. 

"Now you do me," I told her. 

"I've never done this before," Ali said. 

"You'll do fine," I said. 

She went into the water. I felt her touching my legs 
and parting my hairs with her fingers. She took me in 
and I closed my eyes against the warm sunshine. She did 
a fine job. 

We got dressed and went back. 

"So did you guys have a good time while we were gone?" 
I asked Gwen after Ali and Jack had left. 

She didn't answer. 

"What happened?" I asked. 

She told me. 

I told her what had happened. 

We ate supper. We looked at the stars. We went to bed. 
Late in the night, she woke me. She cuddled next to me 
and we fell asleep again that way. 

When morning came I lay looking at the early morning 
sunshine on the cabin walls. Gwen awoke and her hands 
caressed my breasts. We made love, slowly kissing and 
waking. She spent a long time under the covers, kissing 
me. I liked to kiss her. Then she spent an equally long 
time kissing all of my body. My back and arms, my 
bottom especially, the backs of my legs, and finally my 
pussy. She sucked me worthily and long. 

When it was my turn I pulled all the covers away and 
looked at her body. I tried to imagine her without any 
hair down there. The idea excited me, but I didn't say 
anything to her about it. I touched her and made love 
to her slowly, as she had to me. It was quiet and 
enjoyable. Slowly we left bed to get breakfast. 

We dressed without speaking much except about what to 
make to eat. We both went swimming afterwards. Then we 
went into town for supplies. We shopped and looked 
around a little. By the time we had lunch and came back 
it was two. Jack was there when we got back. 

He was alone. 

"Where's the old ball and chain?" I asked 
sarcastically. He took it in good humor. "Buying film. 
What are you guys up to?" he asked plainly. 

"Not much, I'm afraid," I said, trying to gauge whether 
Gwen expected me to go on another long hike and leave 
them alone together. She signaled me no. "How about 
you?" I asked. 

"Nothin'," he replied, and cast about as if looking for 
something to do. Gwen motioned me into the kitchen area 
to help put away the groceries. I followed her and she 
whispered to me. 

"Do you think we should do it with him?" she asked. 

"Don't you mean do I want to do it with him?" I 
replied. Gwen looked at me. "So why not do it and get 
it over with. Then you'll have some experience," she 
said. 

I thought about it. 

"It's worth it," she added. 

"Is it really?" I asked her. 

She thought about it. "Well, maybe not with him, but 
he's not bad for a start," she giggled. 

I hit her. 

"I'll get out of here," she said. 

I was going to stop her, but she acted too fast. "I 
have to go back to town. We forgot some things," she 
said to Jack. "Do you guys need anything?" 

"I don't know, Ali's does all that stuff," he said 
boredly. Gwen turned to me. "And I want to go to that 
place down the road that old man told us about, ok? You 
don't mind if I'm not back for a while, do you?" she 
asked. 

"No. I suppose not," I said. "But don't be out all 
night," I told her, meaning it. 

"I won't. I just wanted to see that antique shop," she 
said. "See you later," she waved as she went out the 
door. 

That must have set off an automatic play signal in 
Jack's mind. He got up immediately and walked over to 
where I was. 

"So what's your idea?" he said. 

"Idea for what?" I asked. 

"Do you want it too?" he said brazenly. 

I thought to myself what a jerk he was. But I didn't 
say it. I just rolled with the punches. 

"Yeah. You ready?" I said. 

He looked at me as if he wasn't quite expecting me to 
say what I had, and shrugged his shoulders. 

I walked away from him towards the bed. He grabbed me 
two steps out and pulled me to him. His hands were like 
vices on my upper arms. He bent his head down to kiss 
my neck. I endured it. As he kissed towards my mouth I 
rebelled slightly. I didn't want to kiss him. He did. I 
shut my eyes tight. He practically lifted me off the 
ground. I weakened a little. His hands went to my back 
and they felt huge. They were huge. And rough. They 
scraped my back under my shirt. 

He undid the snap of my bra and I felt it loosen in 
front. His hands went to my ribs and then down and 
under my shorts. They caressed my naked cheeks and I 
began to feel his strength robbing me of power to want 
to stop him. Suddenly he dropped to his knees and took 
my shorts down with him. I was embarrassed. He began to 
kiss towards my pubic area and I began to lose my 
balance. He pulled my shorts down and pushed me 
backwards towards the bed. I fell onto it and he 
removed my shorts and panties in one motion. 

His tongue found me in no time as he pushed my legs 
apart. It was different. Too hurried. Less skilled or 
less knowledgeable. But it did what it was supposed to 
do. I became wet. Then he rose and removed his shirt. I 
looked at his chest and he told me with his eyes to 
remove my blouse and bra. I did as he removed his 
pants. I turned back to see him there before me and 
marveled at his cock. It was large. Not as large as 
Gwen had painted it, but enough. 

He moved towards me threateningly, but passed my lower 
regions with his organ and climbed up onto the bed, 
straddling me. He wanted me to eat him. I licked at him 
tentatively and tried to get used to it, the awkward 
angle of being beneath him and all. He raised himself 
up and that made it easier for me to get it into my 
mouth. As soon as it was wet enough, he began to pump 
it in and out of my mouth. I wasn't prepared for it, 
but could do nothing much about it. I was inexperienced 
and unsure enough not to stop what I didn't like. So I 
put my hands on his ass and tried to manage the 
pumping. All it did was make it worse. 

I was about to gag when he stopped suddenly and lowered 
himself down. He put his hands under my ass and lifted 
me up to give himself more room to guide his cock into 
my pussy. I felt him entering me and felt my own 
resistance to it. He pushed slowly, going in just a 
little. It hurt slightly. 

"Stop," I told him, pulling his body forward to get him 
to pull it out. He removed his cock and then went in 
further. It stung. Again. It hurt. Then it burned, but 
I knew it was broken. The seal was broken. I started to 
cry for it. He knew I was hurt but went on anyway. It 
burned each time he went in until I was finally opened 
enough. Then it was just very tight and very hot. Not 
much pleasurable. He rocked me back and forth on him 
till the pain went away and it loosened and cooled a 
little. 

Then it just felt wet and a mess. But it felt better to 
me. 

He continued and I held him and he pumped me and I let 
it happen. It was not long before I began to push the 
limit and was lost in frenzy. He banged me hard and I 
pushed him more, till at last I was sweating and 
clutching at him and he buried his cock in me so hard I 
shook. I couldn't think about him coming in me. That 
was the farthest thing from my mind. He didn't. He took 
his cock out of me and came on my belly. I watched it 
spurting in fascination. I rubbed it into my belly and 
he fell to the side and collapsed. I laughed at his 
cock waving in the air like a flagpole without a flag. 

"What's so funny?" he asked. 

I laughed harder. 

"What?" he said. 

I burst out in hysterics and throbbing pain in my lower 
parts. I clutched at them. 

Jack shook his head and got up. He left. I was still 
laughing and crying in mild hysterics and pain. 

"I can't believe you," Gwen laughed. 

"You had to be there," I said, laughing all over again. 
"It was just cute, but when he said "What's so funny?" 
in the hurt tone of voice he did, it was all over for 
me. I couldn't help cracking up. 

"So what did he do?" Gwen wanted to know. 

"He just got up and left. Not a word. He was pissed," I 
said, laughing more. 

"Well, I guess he won't be back here," Gwen said. 

"Who cares?" I said. 

"I know," Gwen said. "But now I definitely want to find 
somebody and do it." "I know what you mean. With the 
right guy it would definitely be nice. But he'd have to 
do it slow and easy and know what the heck he was 
doing. Jack didn't know much of anything about female 
anatomy," I laughed. "That's for sure," Gwen added. 

There was a lapse in conversation. 

"Is there somebody else around here?" Gwen asked. "You 
mean for this kind of thing. Not really. At least not 
real close. I suppose if you went into town..." I told 
her. 

"Yeah. I suppose," she agreed. 

I left my scope and sat on the swing by her. I put my 
arm around her. She turned to me and smiled. 

"Well at least we have each other," she said, looking 
at me. 

"Mmm hmm," I said. 

We kissed. 

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