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 inadvertantly, 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 unbutonned 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 suspensed 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 it's 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 theedge 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 ou;t 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 suprised 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 suprised 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 happenned and she needed to think.  I didn't think about it too much.
I was suprised 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 embarassed.  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 Alissa.  Mark and Alissa, 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 Alissa.  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.

   Alissa kind of held him back, but said nothing.  Mark pulled her along
firmly.  She followed as if nothing had happenned.  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 Alissa 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," Alissa 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," Alissa 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 wasan animal, a deer or something."

   "I'd love to see something while I'm here," Alissa said.  "Not just
spend the WHOLE time in bed."

   Gwen and I laughed.

   "Ali," Mark scolded.

   "Well, it's true," Alissa 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."

   Alissa 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," Alissa
remarked.

   "A little more never hurts," Mark laughed.

   "You guys!" I said, trying to make them stop.  "Come on," I told Alissa.

   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 Alissa 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?" Alissa 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."

   Alissa didn't blush, but she went quiet again.  So we walked on.  About
two miles out we saw some animals.  Just a couple of racoons 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?" Alissa 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," Alissa 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 seargent.

   "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, Alissa
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 off," 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.  ----- "Theatre is LIfe...

   Cinema is Art...

   Television is Furniture..."
   -- Garrison Keilor