"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 minutes 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 suprised.  "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.

   Alissa 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 happenned?" I asked.

   She told me.

   I told her what had happenned.

   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 signalled 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 embarassed.  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 marvelled 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 stang.  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 pleasureable.  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.  
   
   -- "Theatre is LIfe...

   Cinema is Art...

   Television is Furniture..."
   -- Garrison Keilor