There were twenty-three of them, and they all talked at once, so it was some time before the conversation got to the point where anybody understood what was going on. But after awhile, explanations got made, somehow, and when the Rangers got the general drift of things, they came over onto our side-to a girl-even Corporal Diane, who turned out to be a sullen-mouthed brunette of sixteen or so, the oldest of the lot.
"It's pretty gruesome here, too," a small plump girl named Suzie was telling us, as we wolfed down a large supply of food that had been unearthed from various lockers and pockets.
"You bet," said a redheaded girl, extremely pretty. "It's all Miss Strong's fault. When she started running the camp, this year, it got just awful. She hates men."
"She hates boys, too," somebody else said. "She even hates tomcats," another chimed in.
"There's a troop of Boy Rangers over there on the other side of the lake, and we can't even wave," the redhead said. "Not only that, but Miss Strong keeps pinching me, in funny places."
"She's peculiar," somebody said.
"She sure is," Dottie said, darkly. "Hey, Honey, we have to get out of here, before she comes hack."
"If anybody'll loan me a pair of shoes…" I started to say, but the redhead interrupted.
"If you go down the road, you'll run into her coming back, I'll bet."
"Oh, she won't be back till morning," Diane said. "That's why she chased those men down to town herself, instead of phoning for the sheriff. She has a thing going down there, I think."
"She's usually gone all night when she gets a chance," the redhead said.
"I still wouldn't want to meet her on a dark road," Dottie said firmly. "Brrr."
"Gee, do you know her?"
"What did she do?"
"Tell us!"
Bit by bit, Dottie's story began to emerge; and then, of course, it was necessary to tell what had led up to it, and before we knew it, we were going into the most delicate details. The girls loved it They hung on every word, and pried for more data. If there was a popular subject in that room, it was males, and everything that had to do with them.
Miss Strong's influence hadn't been able to do a thing about that taste for the opposite sex, no sir. But, as the pajama party went on, it got pretty evident that she had had an influence in another sense. Two dozen nubile chicklets had been kept up in the healthy mountain air for a month, in sight of that distant clot of boys, but with no contact; and the effect had been pretty demoralizing, I could see. The troops' private lives would have made ancient Rome look a little tame; and after a little time with them, Dottie and I started feeling a bit silly ourselves.
There was a lot of surreptitious petting and pawing going on, for one thing. I found that pretty redheaded girl, who seemed to be named Judy, had picked up several notions from Miss Strong's pinching and patting; she got up close and started the same sort of thing herself. She let her pajama top hang open, and a pair of pointy little knockers kept popping out, while she couldn't seem to keep her hands from me.
Telling all my adventures didn't help, either; what with one thing and another, I was beginning to get that old feeling, but here, with nothing around but girls, it seemed like a waste of vitamins to feel that way.
Just then, one of the chicks, near a window, began to squeal madly, and everybody jumped up to look.
"They're doing it again!" somebody cried.
Across the lake, a flickering light was going on and off, in sequences. One of the girls explained it to us.
"It's the Boy Rangers. Their scoutmaster must be gone, too. Whenever they can, they send us code stuff, out of the Ranger Handbook, you know. There's a boy there who knows the dirtiest stories, wow! Can you read Morse code?"
We had to admit we couldn't, and she translated, obligingly. It was a long, involved story about three Chinamen, a lady, and an elephant, and it was pretty dirty, all right.
One of the girls got out a flashlight, and began to signal back. After awhile, the conversation got really animated, almost too rapid for our interpreter to keep us filled in.
"Nobody here but us horny studs," the light from the boys' camp flashed. "Come on over and get yr cnts tckled."
"We wld lv to," the girl with the flashlight signaled, giggling hysterically. "We luv screwing. We will swim over all naked and ready fr beness."
The light at the other side of the lake flickered wildly, and was momentarily joined by half a dozen others, all signaling at once.
"Only can't," the girl flashed. "Canoes locked up. Why not you paddle over?"
The reply was gloomy.
"Same here. Big padlocks. Hell, shit, damn, phooey."
The redhead was feeling me all over by now, in a mad state of excitement, her fingers digging and tickling in one place and then an-other. I was getting a little out of control myself, and I let my hand touch her soft mound, which was lightly fuzzed, hot, and vibrating crazily.
"Ooooh, ooh," she kept saying, grabbing my hand.
I was feeling creamy, but furious. One little padlock was all that kept us from visiting with those steamy young males over there. The redheaded chick was no substitute, not for a girl with developing tastes, like me. I mean, this pinching and prodding was fun when I was a mere child of twelve or thirteen, but that seemed ages ago now.
Rangers were supposed to be resourceful. Let's go look at those canoes, anyway!"
We poured out into the dark, and down to a boatshed-windowless, and with a heavy lock on the door.
Across the lake the flashlights were bobbing and bouncing wildly, going around in circles and moving along the lake shore. The Boy Rangers had been caught up in the spirit of the thing, and were laying siege to their own locked canoe house.
But all we could do was mill around that locked door, helplessly banging on it; one plump girl ran at it repeatedly, crashing into it like a small battering ram, but without effect. Several girls began to talk seriously about swimming, which was almost certainly impossible.
Every so often I remembered that Dottie and I ought to think about serious matters, like getting out of the neighborhood of the camp entirely, but we had gotten all caught up with the thing and we were as noisy as the rest of the mob. But it was the little redhead, Suzie, who came up with the winning idea; she suddenly appeared, carrying an enormous wooden pole, a thing somebody said had been used for a big tent. The others ran and got three more poles, just like the first, and in a minute the poles were being rammed under the edge of the canoe shed and lifted by twenty enthusiastic young females. Camp life improves the muscles, after all, at least all the muscles except the ones that count; the leverage was working. The building rose, tilted, and went over with a crash, to the sound of wild girlish cheering.
A moment later a deep boom echoed over the lake, and a bright flash of light came from the other side. Our signal girl flashed a hurried question, and squeaked with excitement at the answer.
"They blew it up!" she cried. "The boathouse! They got their canoes and they're coming over here!"
"Let's go meet them!" a girl squealed, and the idea met with instant approval. The girls yanked canoes from the upended shed, and splashed into the water, yelling and shrieking. From across the lake there were distant noises indicating that the boys were already launched.
"Everybody's crazy!" I said, following Dot-tie into one of the canoes. I had never paddled one of the silly things in my life, but I did my best, and everybody else in it with me paddled too; we made a pretty fast speed, though we steered all over the place, in zigzags.
The moon was out, so it was a little easier to see; all around, there were canoes full of squealing girls, and in the one I was in, there were Dottie and the redhead Susie, and a girl somebody addressed as Pauline.
We met the other canoes almost in the middle of the lake, hail a dozen of them, filled with Boy Rangers just as steamed up as the girls. For a minute there was an argument about which side of the lake to head for, as the canoes milled about crazily in all directions. It was just that both sides had the same idea, and nobody wanted to wait too long to try it out. The little redhead, Susie, was so carried away that she hadn't any intention of waiting, anyway; she stood up and flung away her pajama top, her round little knockers popping straight out in the moonlight, which made the boy canoeists howl happily.
A second later, she had dived over into the nearest boy-filled canoe, and the craft spun like a top, paddles abandoned. Susie wasn't being picky; she simply grasped the first available boy and dragged him down into the bottom of the canoe, her legs kicking up.
"It's going to roll over!" one of the boys yelled, and another dived into the water; a second one followed him, and then the third, and the three of them swam, pushing the madly-rocking canoe ahead of them. Susie's wild squeals of joy canoe from inside the canoe as it went, accompanied by more swimmers; an-other canoe had capsized when its girl crew had tried something similar to Susie's stunt.
We were heading toward the girls' side of the lake, for no particular reason except that it was closer; the first canoe bumped on the shore, and then another. The one I was in was still well out in the lake, surrounded by swimmers and capsized canoes.
Suddenly a wet head popped up out of the water, like a seal, just beside the place where I was paddling; I almost hit him with the paddle by accident.
"Hi!" he said, blowing wet hair out of his eyes, which were big brown ones. Big brown eyes do something to me, darn it.
"I'm Carl!" he announced, treading water. "Hey, why don't you jump in? The water's warm!"
Well, you know how it is with me. I just don't have good sense, especially when I get all worked up, and I'd been getting more and more worked up for the last hour. Besides, that silly uniform thing I had on was itchy and uncomfortable, and he had those big brown eyes, and… well, I just stood up, peeled and went in.
I heard two more splashes in the next second or two, which meant that Dottie and Pauline had both gotten tired of paddling too. The water was full of boys, but they had to get turned on by big brown eyes too, darn it. Well, I thought, I'm a pretty good swimmer; let's see who wins. I went underwater, straight for where I'd seen Carl last, and reaching. My hands caught a hard male leg, and I yanked him down underwater, where I could have him to myself for a minute anyway.
He was a well-brought-up Boy Ranger, and he was actually wearing swim trunks; but I managed to get hold of the waistband and yank them off. We came up, blowing water and wrestling.
Well, I like wrestling as much as anybody, but I wanted to get down to essentials, so I dived under again, grabbing. I got him by the valuables, which turned out to be a pretty nice set for an adolescent; he twisted loose, and then we were both underwater, twirling around. I managed to get a good scissor grip around his waist with my legs, and his tool came right up, tickling me half-crazy. He squeezed me to him, and we went under and around and around, while he tried wildly to get it into me, and I did my best to cooperate.
But in another minute we were up again, splashing. He gasped, and grabbed ineffectively in my direction.
"It… won't… work underwater!" he gurgled.
"If at first… you… don't succeed…" I told him, catching my breath.
"Here I come," he said, and started for me. I giggled and stroked for shore. Leave this underwater stuff to mermaids, is what I say.
I beat him by only a yard or two, and he followed me out of the water like a whole bunch of Marines storming a beachhead or something, charging right up the gravel after me. I fully intended to let him catch me, but from the way he was carrying on when he saw my bare bottom just ahead of him, I was beginning to worry that he might turn out to be something of a handful, adolescent or not.
"Hey!" he bellowed, bounding after me. "Wait a minute!"
I ran full-tilt into something tangly, and fell over it, ending up hanging head down over the thing with my rear up.
It was a hammock, slung between two trees, and I was swinging there, peering down at the ground. But Carl didn't give me any time to study the situation; he arrived with a thump, up against my bottom, his thing sliding right along ahead of him and between my thighs.
"Wow, you don't fool around, do you?" I said, but I was enjoying that nice feeling, with his rod tucked up in there against me; I wiggled a bit, and he responded nicely.
"Gee, what's going on here, anyway?' It was another Ranger, in shorts, staring at the proceedings with undisguised awe. "Hey, Carl, what's happening? There's some kind of crazy party, hey!"
"You said it, Jack," Carl agreed. "Now, go catch a chick for yourself. This one's all mine.
"Hey, don't get bossy!" I told him, eyeing the new arrival. "He's kind of cute. Besides," I added, "I don't think there's enough chicks to go' around. You don't want to be selfish with your fellow Rangers, do you?"
Carl had backed off an inch or two, and I took the opportunity to get right side up. The hammock looked pretty strong, so I swung up into it, feet up, and rocked, giving him a big come-on eye, as he stood there. He wasn't noticing my eyes, not that one; he was running his eyes over the rest of me, and licking his lips, practically pawing the ground. The other one, Jack, was staring just as hard, but looking a bit doubtful.
"Hey, wait a minute, Carl," Jack said. "Don't forget the Ranger Code!" He saluted and recited, "I will lead a clean, decent life, and not pollute my health in any way, as befits a true Ranger…"
"So who's polluting my health anyway?" Carl demanded.
"The Head Ranger said it led to pimples and going crazy and…" Jack began, but Carl interrupted.
"He meant jerking off, you dope. Not fucking."
"You mean it's different if you do it with a girl?' Jack asked.
"Sure," Carl explained. "It's healthy that way."
"But you don't even know this girl," Jack said. "I mean, she's a perfect stranger. Maybe she doesn't want to do it with you."
The conversation was beginning to drive me out of my mind; and it could go on like this all night. I raised myself on one elbow, and looked firmly at the two of them.
"If you two want to be alone, I'll leave," I said.
"For cripes' sakes…" Carl began, and I wiggled my hips invitingly, and batted my eyelashes.
"Why don't you just climb in here and tell momma all about it?" I suggested.
"Gee, he's watching us," Carl said, in a stage whisper.
"Let him watch, he might learn something," I said impatiently. "Damn it, fella, are you going to come here and bump bellies or are you just going to stand around, hey?"
He came right on this time, and jumped into the hammock right on top of me, thump! The air whooshed out of my lungs, and the ropes of the hammock made a loud creaky groan, almost as loud as the noise I made. You can get too much of this enthusiasm stuff, I thought.
"Hey!" I told him. "Take it easy! I'm a girl. You know, sort of fragile, dig?"
"Gee, I'm sorry," he said, and what with those melting brown eyes, and the way his nice warm skin felt, all over me, and one or two other things, I couldn't stay mad. Besides; there was Jack over there, looking on absolutely goggle-eyed, as if he'd never seen a naked girl before. Come to think of it, maybe he hadn't. I winked at him over Carl's shoulder, and giggled.
"Don't let it worry you too much," I told him, and nibbled on his shoulder. "Mmm, yum!"
He got himself up on his hands and peered down at me, studying my boobs as if he'd found gold.
"Gee, you know you're pretty," he said in a sort of awed tone. "Uh… can I… sort of fool around with these?"
"I'll kill you if you don't," I told him enthusiastically, and he grabbed one in a tentative way. The nipple stood right up and peeked back at him and he looked surprised. "It isn't a bomb, you know." I told him. "Don't worry, it won't explode. But I will, if we don't get a little action around here."
He got a little bit closer, and gave it a tentative nipple nibble, which felt marvelous.
"Oh, boy, do the other one," I said, wriggling. "Yipes, don't you dare stop. Eee!"
He had his arms clamped tight around my waist by now, and he was carrying on pretty well for such an amateur. His tool was squeezed up against my tummy, feeling big, hot, and pulsating away anxiously, but I began to suspect that he might not be too sure what to do with it. It certainly felt as if it were getting bigger and bigger, but it wasn't in the right spot. I slid my hand down between us, spread my thighs out, and started trying to tuck his tool into the right place, namely me.
I had it right there, poised in the hot little slot, before he quite figured out what I was up to; then, I began to tickle his balls, for encouragement, which it turned out he didn't need much of. He pushed hard, and in it went, deep, hot and hard. I let out a delighted squeal, and he gasped with excitement, thrusting in and out like a real expert.
"Oh you… you're the greatest!" he said, in my ear. "Woweee!"
"I… think… you're groovy, too!" I told him "But… don't stop, keep on… like that!"
His slim hips were going up and down like a steam engine now, and his tool was sliding in and out at a great rate. Crazy tingles of excitement ran up my legs, through my belly, and went radiating out of my tight nipples, beep, beep, like radio messages; my hips twisted back and forth, and I squeezed his waist with my thighs, trying to get him in closer and deeper.
"Wheee!" I cried,. biting at him and digging my nails into his back. "Bang!"
He slammed it in harder than ever, and suddenly he gurgled wildly, his body arching convulsively. "Guh… groovy… " he gasped, collapsing against me, his mouth moving on my hot skin. Wet hot fluid tingled inside me and my most important muscles rippled, grabbing at his softening tool. I wasn't anywhere near finished; just heated up a lot.
But Carl was finished for now anyway. He just lay there, whiffling.
"Darn it," I said, vibrating all over. "That's what I get for taking up with Boy Rangers." I slid out from under him, and stood up beside the hammock, suddenly realizing that Boy Rangers were all there was. I almost wished the motorcycle crazies would come back.
Then I spotted Jack, still standing there staring like an owl. He looked like a well-constructed kid, and he was certainly male enough; in fact, watching Carl and me going at it had excited the boy into a real condition, as I could tell by the bulge in the front of his shorts.
But the excitement might have been too much for him too; he looked as if he were in a trance. I moved around the hammock and came up to him, but he just kept on with the owl look, as apparently calm as if naked girls walked up to him, wigging their hips, every day in the week.
I snapped my fingers under his nose, hopefully.
"Yo," I said. "It's me, your long lost Honey. Come out, Jack."
"Uh," he said, focusing a little better. He looked down at my pretty self and put out one hand, touching my boobs, which were right up against him. "Say, these are nice."
"They sure are," I said, grabbing his hand and putting it up against one. "Feel good?"
"Uh-HUH!" he said enthusiastically, and grabbed my waist with the other hand, pulling me up tight against him. I could feel his rod in his shorts, hard and hot, so I started pulling them off. Halfway down, he looked over at the hammock, where Carl lay on his face grunting, and said, puzzled, "Hey, we can't use that; Carl's in it."
"Listen, doll, I'm so turned on I can't WAIT!" I told him. "What have you got against nice soft grass?" And I slid down, yanking him down with me, till we ended up rolling about, wrapped up tightly in each other's arms and legs. I was really warmed up by this time and I went at it as if I'd explode if I didn't get what I wanted-which might have been the truth, too. I clutched Jack in my thighs and rolled him over on his back, thrusting my opened hips down over his hard tool and pushing up and down faster and faster. The crazy tingles began again, wilder and warmer this time, and I felt my insides beginning to pulsate in long, deep, sucking movements. Jack was arching up under me, up like a tightly-drawn bow, and this time I knew I was going to make it, wow!
I let out a long squeal of pure pleasure as I felt it coming, and rammed down against Jack tight, feeling his dong shoved up into me as far as it could go, while he bucked and gasped with equal pleasure.
"Oooooh!" we gasped, both at the same time, and relaxed, sliding into a shimmering ocean of ecstatic pleasure.
I don't know how long we might have lain there in the soft grass, feeling the cool breeze on our bare flesh, and listening to the wild orgiastic noises in the night all around us, as squealing naked Girl Rangers ran through the underbrush, chased by naked Boy Rangers. From the various sounds, they usually got caught, too.
It was a wonderful party, and I could have kept it up all night. The supply of boys was apparently unlimited, even if their individual supplies might run out from time to time.
But that's the way it goes; sometimes I start suspecting that you just can't win. There I was, all relaxed and fulfilled, and toned up, and Boom, the roof fell in.
Bright lights flashed out, and a booming voice bellowed shocked remarks; shrieking girls dashed for cover and boys splashed into the lake, a real "Last Days of Pompeii" scene, wow. Miss Strong was back-early.