June Halstead stretched her long, shapely legs lazily in under the cover of the sheet as she reached for a cigarette, struck a match, then let a stream of smoke curl slowly from her nostrils and up toward the ceiling of the little cabin she shared with Pat Fulton. The ashtray on the table between the two beds was already piled high with smoked-down cigarette butts and June knew she really shouldn't have another, but smoking seemed to be the only way to quiet the restless tingling running through her body. She always smoked heavily when she was nervous and that night she felt she had more cause than usual to be high-strung.
Her eyes darted impatiently toward the window of the cabin and she listened intently for the sound of approaching footsteps, but only the quiet of the mountain night with its chirping of crickets and distant croaking of frogs near the lake greeted her ears. How long was it going to take, she wondered, for Pat to get her group in their bunks and settled down for the night? It seemed to her that she'd already been waiting hours for her friend, although in actuality it was only a short while earlier that she'd got her own group of girls tucked in and quiet. Pat would be along in another few minutes, no doubt, and that thought sent a cold shiver running down the length of June's spine.
It had been six months since the two girls had seen one another last, at June's home in Boston during the Christmas vacation. Recalling what had happened between them during those few days, June's legs drew closer together and she felt a strange tingle ripple through her insides. Would Pat still feel the same way toward her, she wondered? Would she still want to make love, as they'd often done in the past?
As though seeing herself through her friend's eyes, June lifted away the sheet from her naked body and propped herself up on her elbows to study the shapely curves and swells of bare flesh. Her hand ran slowly over her breasts, squeezing and lifting them one at a time as she tried to recall if they'd grown any larger since Pat had seen them last. Although her tits were not as large as her friend's, they were shapely and firm, with nub-like pink nipples at the tips of the pear-shaped mounds. The skin on them felt smooth as silk as she stroked her fingers across her tits and drew them further down her body.
Her stomach was smooth and flat, without so much as an ounce of excess flab marring her figure. Her hips were a bit wider than she'd have liked, but she supposed it was necessary to support the rather large cheeks of her behind. In a tight-fitting skirt or pair of slacks, the side-to-side sway of her ass had been known to stop traffic in the college town where she spent most of the year. She was used to being whistled at and admired by strangers on the street. It made her feel good inside to know that her looks and her body were objects of other people's desire, even though few had ever possessed her.
Pat Fulton was one of the first to make love to June, and as the girl's hands strayed lower and wriggled through the silky bush of curly blonde hair surrounding her cunt, she felt another hot flash race through the pit of her belly as she recalled how wonderful it had been when her friend made love to her. She'd never known that so much pleasure could be had from so simple a thing as another girl's tongue fluttering in and out of her hole.
Her fingertip pressed through the hair guarding her slit, and she felt a tingle shoot up her cunt as she nudged the end of her finger into herself. By closing her eyes, she could almost imagine that it was Pat's hand touching her and warming her up before making love. She had always thrilled to the feel of the other girl's hand stroking and fondling her cunt. It felt so strange having someone else touch her down there, when for so many years only her own hand had enjoyed that right.
"Will she want to make love to me again this summer?" June wondered. The previous year, her first at the Summer Sisters Camp, Pat had proven insatiable in her sexual demands. Barely a night went by that she didn't creep across the short distance between their two beds and offer June pleasure through the skilled use of her hands or lips and tongue. The letters she'd written during the winter and early spring had been guarded and discreet in their references to physical lovemaking; June had insisted upon it when Pat asked if she could write to her at college, since she knew the danger of having someone snoop through her things and discover something they shouldn't. She wished now, though, that she knew just how Pat felt toward her. It would make things a lot easier, she thought, if she knew one way or the other.
Her head snapped up quickly in surprise at the sound of the door opening. With her hand still between her legs, her fingertip stuck an inch or so between the flared lips of her cunt, she looked across the room at Pat's smiling face as she came into the cabin and bolted the door behind her.
"Well, hello!" Pat grinned, moving slowly toward the bed. Her eyes scanned the length of June's naked flesh up and down, time and time again. The hunger she felt for the girl was clearly displayed in her eyes. "Couldn't wait for me, hmmmmm?" she teased. "Had to start without me!"
"I – oh!" With a sudden realization that her finger was still stuck inside her hole, June snatched her hand from between her legs and looked guiltily away from Pat's searching stare. "I – uh – had an itch."
"Yeah, I know," Pat murmured, "I've had the same itch myself all day. What do you say we do something about scratching it together?"
June giggled nervously and reached for another cigarette from the pack on the bedside table. As she lit it from the butt end of her last, she was aware of Pat's frowning down at her.
"You still smoke too much," the girl told her. "You know that, don't you?"
"Yes, I know it."
"Have you got another one, for me?"
"Sure. Help yourself."
As Pat took a smoke from the pack, June's hand reached down for the sheet and began to pull it up over her naked body. Pat's fingers came down firmly on the back of her hand to stop her.
"What are you doing?" she murmured. "Let me look at you, at least. It's been so long, I've almost forgotten how beautiful you are, darling."
"It – uh – has been a long time, hasn't it?" June said with a strained laugh. "I guess we've both changed a lot since we last saw each other."
"I don't think so," Pat told her. "I'm just as I've always been, and you're as beautiful and sexy as you were the first day I saw you. Do you remember that first time we met?"
"Yes." June lowered her eyes and looked away from her friend. "How could I ever forget it?"
"I'm so glad you said that, darling," Pat murmured. "You know, this is going to sound really stupid, but I was almost afraid you wouldn't…"
"How's your group this year?" June suddenly interjected.
Pat looked at her in surprise, her mouth still open as though to finish what she'd started to say. "What?"
"How are your girls?"
"They're all right, I guess," she said, as a quick image of Mimsy Colberg flashed through her mind. "Nothing special; same as any other year."
"No trouble makers?"
"I've got one, I think. A snotty little bitch named Roxanne," Pat muttered. "She thinks she knows it all already."
"Oh, one of those," June smiled. "I think I've got one like that in my group, too. There's always one, isn't there?"
"Yeah, I guess so." Pat stared at her friend in silence for a long moment as they smoked. "Why didn't you let me finish what I was saying?" she asked at last. "You cut me off so sharply you'd almost think you didn't want me to finish."
"Oh, did I?" June laughed nervously. "I'm sorry; I didn't realize."
"I was going to say," Pat murmured, "that I was almost afraid you wouldn't feel the same way about me this summer as you did last year."
"Oh." June's eyes darted restlessly around the room, lighting everywhere but on Pat's face. "Whatever gave you that idea?"
"Well," Pat smiled as she sat down on the edge of the bed and reached her hand to touch June's bare belly, "for one thing, do you realize you haven't even kissed me hello yet?"
June gulped hard and giggled nervously once again. "Haven't I?" She leaned her head forward and put a quick, passionless kiss against Pat's lips. As her friend opened her mouth and her tongue began to wriggle out of it to prod into June's mouth, she pulled her head back and asked, "Better?"
Pat blinked in confusion. "It sure isn't, honey. Not from someone I made love to all last summer and haven't seen in six months. That's the kind of kiss I'd give to my grandmother. Come on, baby," she urged, reaching out to put her hand behind June's head and draw her nearer once again. "Let's have a real kiss this time, hmmmm?"
Reluctantly, it seemed, June let her mouth be drawn back to Pat's. She kept her lips tightly closed as the other girl pressed her mouth against them. When she felt the end of Pat's tongue prodding to get inside her mouth, she started to pull away. Pat's hand tightened its grip on her neck, keeping her there.
Slowly, as that long pink tongue kept pushing at her closed lips, June's mouth opened no more than a crack. It was all Pat needed to wedge her tongue inside. As it rushed into June's mouth, she felt an electric tingle shoot down into the pit of her belly and the nipples on her bared breasts began to harden and push out against Pat's stroking fingers. She made a little whimpering noise in her throat and pushed the girl slowly away. The moment their lips parted, June's hand brought the smoking cigarette to her mouth and pulled strongly on it, filling her lungs with smoke.
"Hello," she said, forcing a smile.
"What's the matter, honey?" Pat asked softly.
"What? I don't know…"
"You know what I mean. Something's changed; something's different. I can almost feel it when I touch you. What's wrong, honey? Tell me, please. Is it something I did?"
"No, of course not," June insisted, but the look in her eyes made a lie of the words.
"Is there someone else?" Pat asked, dreading the sound of each word as it came from her tightening throat. "Did you meet someone since Christmas…?"
June lowered her eyes guiltily and puffed on her cigarette. For a long while she didn't speak. She seemed to be gathering her courage to put her thoughts into words, but when she finally did begin to speak it seemed as though she was reciting a speech she'd thought out long ago and rehearsed many times in her mind.
"You and I never had any kind of understanding that we wouldn't see anyone else, Pat," she said softly. "I mean, last summer was the most wonderful time I've ever spent in my life and I'll never forget you for all you did, but…"
"Who is she?" Pat interrupted, her eyes flashing with a burning jealousy. "Some chick from your college?"
"No. I…"
"Some girl from Boston?" Pat demanded. "Maybe that little redhead I met when I was up for Christmas? I always thought she had eyes for you…"
"It's not a girl."
For a second, Pat felt as though her heart had stopped beating. A hot flame rushed through her lungs and made her gasp for air as the force of June's words struck her full in the stomach.
"It's not a girl?" she whispered.
"I've met the most wonderful boy in the world," June said, her eyes looking away from Pat's downcast face. "He transferred to my college for the last semester – right after we came back from the Christmas vacation – and we got to be friendly since we had a lot of the same classes together."
"How friendly?" Pat hissed.
"We dated a few times and he took me to a big dance…"
"How friendly, dammit?" she raged, as the anger and jealousy inside her suddenly burst free. "Did he fuck you? Huh, baby? Did he shove a big hairy cock inside you yet?"
"I don't think that's any of your business, Pat!"
"It isn't, huh?" Her face was twisted into an ugly mask of outrage as she reached for June's arm and tightened her fingers on it with the force of a steel clamp. "I guess I just spent the whole winter writing letters to you every other day because I wanted a pen pal, huh? I guess I had nothing better to do with my money than call you long distance every weekend, hmmmm? I guess I've been eating my heart out all these months thinking about how wonderful it would be this summer when we were together again because I like to torture myself. No, baby, you're right. It's none of my business."
"I'm – sorry," June whispered.
"Jesus!" Pat spat through clenched teeth. She let go of June's arm and stubbed out her cigarette angrily in the ashtray. "A boy, no less! I think I could have handled it if you'd told me you'd fallen hard for another chick. I even think I could have dealt with it if you'd told me there wasn't anyone else but you didn't want to start up with me again. But a boy…? How the hell do I compete with that? I don't have a cock, baby. If that's what you're crazy about this summer…"
"Pat, please," June begged. "Try to understand."
"I am trying! Maybe you'd better give me a little help, though, because I'm not doing so good on my own. When did all this start?"
"About three months ago."
"Is that when he fucked you for the first time?"
"Yes, but…" June stopped short, realizing too late that she'd admitted more than she intended.
"Oh, my God!" Pat moaned, getting up from the bed and covering her face with both hands. "Then it's true. You did! You did let him fuck you!"
"Of course I did!" June exclaimed. "I'm in love with him, Pat. Can't you understand that? When two people are in love with each other, it's only natural that they have a sexual relationship."
"Yeah? Tell me about it," Pat snorted with contempt. "How did it feel when he shoved it in you? Good? Oh, I guess it must have, if you're in love."
"You don't have to be so nasty about it."
"How do you expect me to feel? Honey, in case you've forgotten, may I remind you that you and I had a sexual relationship going for ourselves last summer? What about that?"
"That was different."
"Yeah, sure it was. Because I don't have a cock to shove in you; that's why it's different. I've only got fingers and a tongue, but that's not good enough for you now that you've had the real thing. What we did together was just practice for you, huh? Just fooling around, so you'd know what to do when you got into bed with the first prick who asked you."
"It's not like that with Gary at all!" June insisted. "He loves me!"
"He loves you because you put out for him!" Pat snapped. "You don't have to tell me about boys, honey. I know as much about them as I need to know – and that's too much."
"I'm sorry if I've hurt you…"
"Hurt me?" Pat shrieked. "Hell, no! Don't flatter yourself, honey. Yours isn't the only pussy in the world, you know. I can find somebody else as easily as you can, only I won't be so stupid as to look for a cock. When I go to bed with somebody I want there to be more to it than just a fast fuck and a mess to clean up afterwards."
"Then I guess we've got nothing more to say to each other," June said softly.
"I guess not." Pat began to strip off her clothes, dropping them to the floor and letting them stay wherever they fell. As she opened her blouse and let it slip off her shoulders, she noticed the quick flash of interest that ran through June's eyes. The girl had always been fascinated by the size of Pat's tits, and it seemed that even her adventures with the college boy hadn't dampened all her curiosity. "Go on and look, honey," Pat thought bitterly. "But you're mistaken if you think you can have your cock and eat me, too."
"Pat?"
"Huh?"
"Can we…"
"What?"
"Can we still be friends, I hope?"
"Sure," Pat said breezily, as she pulled down the zipper of her skirt and let it drop with a soft rustle around her legs. When she stepped out of it and looked at her friend's face, she noted once again the familiar look of desire in June's eyes as she stared at the seat of Pat's sheer panties. Her stare was so intense during that split-second before she realized Pat was watching her watch her that it seemed almost as though she were looking right through those panties to the dark-haired cunt underneath and remembering how good it had been to push her mouth against it and explore the juicy depths of the dark hole with her tongue.
"I hope we can always be friends, Pat."
"Why not? You can marry your boyfriend, get knocked up right away and have a houseful of babies, and in sixteen or seventeen years I'll come around and seduce all your little girls. Sure, we'll stay friends. I'm counting on you to supply me with young pussy for my old age."
"That's not funny," June retorted.
"I didn't mean it to be."
"Then you're going to stay angry with me all summer?"
Before answering, Pat slipped her hands into the waist of her sheer white panties and pushed them slowly down her hips. As more and more of the dark pubic bush surrounding her cunt came into view, she noticed that June's eyes were still darting back and forth from her body to the ceiling. It looked like she was trying her best to keep from staring at Pat's nakedness, but found the impulse irresistible.
"I'm not mad at you now," Pat insisted, as her panties dropped to her ankles and she stepped out of them. Completely naked now, with her legs slightly parted so June could see the pink meat of her cunt through the furry bush, she put her hands on her hips and declared, "Like I told you, if it didn't mean that much to you it didn't mean that much to me, either. I can always find somebody new. Maybe I'll try Shirley Adams this year. I see she's back for another summer. Last year I thought she was trying to put the make on me all the while I was fooling around with you. If she's still interested…"
"Oh, you wouldn't!" June exclaimed, her face openly showing her dismay. "Not with Shirley Adams!"
"Why not?" Pat shrugged. "She's a good-looking chick, isn't she? And she's built, too. She's got bigger tits than you do, anyway."
June lowered her head and whispered, "You always told me you liked my tits because they weren't too big."
"Yeah, well, you know how it is, honey," Pat smirked. "You say a lot of things you don't mean during a summer vacation. Why, I even recall somebody telling me that she loved me and didn't ever want to live without me."
June's cheeks burned bright red with shame as the words she'd spoken to her friend the previous summer came back to mock her. "I thought you meant what you told me."
"So did I," Pat snapped. "I guess maybe we'll both know better in the future, huh?" Running her hands lazily up and down the front of her body, she made an exaggerated yawn as she turned toward her own bed. "It's late," she said, "and those brats are going to be up at the crack of dawn; I just know it. How about if we put out the light and get some sleep?"
"Okay," June shrugged. "If that's what you want…"
"What else did you have in mind?"
"I-I just thought maybe you'd like to talk for a while. I mean, since we haven't seen each other for so long…"
"Honey," Pat laughed cruelly, "we'll be seeing each other all summer. We'll have all the time we want to talk our heads off. But right now, I'm just not in the mood."
She pulled down the covers on her bed and got in under them. As June flicked out the light on the bedside table, Pat curled herself up into a tight ball on her mattress and pressed her clenched fist against her mouth to keep from sobbing aloud as the well of frustration and hurt that had been building inside her for the last ten minutes threatened to break free.
If she had tried to conjure up a worse nightmare of what the summer was going to be like without June to love and be loved by, Pat knew she'd have failed at the effort. It was the last thing she'd expected. She had hoped that after a second summer of lovemaking, June would come to the same realization that she'd reached herself some time ago – namely, that they were meant for each other and should start giving some serious consideration to making plans to live together when they both graduated from college next year. She had hoped they would look for an apartment together in New York – or maybe travel out to San Francisco and see what the West Coast had to offer two young girls who were anxious to tackle life together. She'd imagined them buying furniture and dishes together; doing things to their apartment like making curtains and bedcovers; planning meals; having parties for friends they would meet as a couple.
Now all those dreams were shattered, and Pat felt physically broken inside. It was like suddenly coming up against a brick wall in a maze and finding all the other exits blocked and nowhere to go. The worst part of it all for her was the realization that while she'd been faithful to June ever since their meeting in Boston over Christmas, her friend had been spreading her legs for a guy's cock and fucking like a rabbit for the last several months, with no thought at all for Pat and their relationship.
She realized it was as much the hurt of being rejected as it was the anger of jealousy that made her feel so terrible inside. She'd been used for June's fun until something better came along, then tossed away without a second's hesitation. If the shoe were on the other foot, she thought, how would June feel at that moment? If she'd been the one who was rejected, would she still ask if they could be friends? Wouldn't she see how impossible – because how painful – that would be?
Maybe, she thought, she should consider going to Mrs. Marchant and asking to be put into a different cabin. Spending the whole summer with June sleeping in the bed right next to hers and yet not being able to touch her was going to be unbearable torture. By the end of August, Pat thought, she'd most likely be out of her mind with sexual frustration.
Maybe she should even consider telling the camp's owner that something had happened at home and she had to leave the job. She considered the idea for a moment, then rejected it as quickly as the first. Neither solution was very practical. In the first place, there would be too many questions to be answered if she asked to change cabins, and it wouldn't pay to rouse Mrs. Marchant's suspicions. And yet, she thought wickedly, what fitting justice it would be to hint that the reason she wanted to change cabin partners was because she'd discovered June was a lesbian! It would serve her right, she thought bitterly, but even as the idea went through her mind she knew she couldn't do it. Her rage and hurt made her want to punish June, yes; but not in a way that would damage her forever.
It would be difficult to leave the counselor's job, too. There were scarcely any summer jobs available for girls in Pat's hometown, and none of them paid half as much as the Summer Sisters Camp. What with graduation expenses the following spring and the cost of setting herself up in an apartment when she left college to look for a job, she was going to need every penny she could lay her hands on. Leaving because of June would be like cutting off her nose to spite her face.
There seemed no way out. She was stuck at the camp for the summer with June, like it or not. But how to get through all those impending weeks of loneliness, she wondered? How to satisfy the need that had been building inside her all winter and which needed release before it drove her wild?
Maybe, she thought, Shirley Adams wasn't such a bad idea. She'd only mentioned the girl to June because she knew it would make her jealous, but on second thought – with no other alternative open to her – maybe it wasn't such a crazy notion. She'd never cared that much for Shirley; she was one of those girls whose mouth never stopped spewing out an endless stream of idiotic drivel. But she did have a terrific body, and Pat was certain the signals she'd thought the girl had given her the last summer meant she was interested. This just might be the time to find out, she told herself.
Neither of the girls had spoken for about ten minutes after June put out the light. Pat had been absorbed with her thoughts and assumed that her friend was falling asleep. As she shifted in her bed and turned her head on the pillow, however, she was suddenly aware of muffled sobs coming from June's side of the room. Her insides stiffened with alert response instantly and, despite the resolutions she'd just made to forget about June and find someone else, she was quick to find out what was wrong.
Slipping out of her own bed, she crossed the little space between the two bunks and put her hand lightly down on June's shoulder. "What's wrong, honey?" she whispered tenderly.
June turned her head instantly and looked up into Pat's worried face. There were tears streaming down both cheeks and her eyes were red and puffy. Apparently, she'd been crying ever since she put out the light.
"Oh, Pat," she sobbed helplessly, reaching her arms up to the other girl, "I didn't mean for it to turn out like this. Honest I didn't."
Pat tried to steel herself, to resist the impulses running through her, but in the next moment she dropped down onto the edge of June's bed and took her warmly in her arms. "It's all right, honey," she murmured. "Don't cry; it's all right."
"No, it's not," June wailed. "I've hurt you and I didn't want to. I wasn't even going to tell you about Gary; I thought I'd keep it a secret and it wouldn't make any difference."
"Then why did you tell me?" Pat asked, knowing full well that what she didn't know wouldn't have hurt her half as much as the truth.
"I didn't think it would be fair."
"To who? Me?"
"You, yes. And to Gary, too. I couldn't have made love to you all summer and then gone back to him as though nothing had happened. And I couldn't have pretended with you that I wasn't thinking of him. Don't you see? I didn't want to hurt either of you, but it looks like I've done that anyway."
"Do you know what I think?" Pat asked softly, as her hand stroked across June's bare shoulders.
"What?"
"I think you can't make up your mind which of us you want more – him or me."
"I – don't – know…"
"I know you don't," she smiled tenderly. "When I came in here a little while ago and found you with your finger in your cunt, who were you thinking of? Him? Or me?"
June's eyes dropped guiltily away from Pat's searching stare. "You," she whispered.
A surge of relief and sudden hope swelled through Pat's heart. Maybe it wasn't too late, she thought. Maybe there was still a chance to win her back. At least for the summer, if not forever. When she'd faced the prospect of an endless summer of loneliness, anything that was thrown her way as a consolation was better than nothing. And who knew? Maybe if she really proved to June during the next months that she could give her more in the way of love and satisfaction than the guy she'd been screwing at college, she'd realize how much she'd be throwing away for nothing if she let Pat go. It was something to hope for, anyway.
"I knew it," she said softly. "And I'll bet you wanted me to French kiss you, too, didn't you? Even though you pretended you didn't. Am I right?"
For a long moment June gave no answer, then slowly her head nodded up and down. She lifted her eyes and looked intently into Pat's. "I'm… sorry," she whispered, her voice on the brink of tears. "Can you ever forgive me for what I've done to you?"
"Oh, darling!" Pat laughed. "You talk like such a little fool sometimes!"
Impulsively, her arms tightened around June's body and she brought the girl's mouth forward to meet her own. When she slid the tip of her tongue through her lips, she found June's mouth parted and waiting for the first thrust. She moaned softly in her throat as she slipped her tongue into the girl's hot mouth and felt the answering touch of June's tongue meet it in passionate combat. "Darling! Darling!" she whispered, breaking the kiss and lowering June slowly onto her back on the bed. She slipped her arms from around her body and climbed into the bunk with her, settling her bare flesh against June's. "I've wanted to hold you like this for so long. You don't know what it means to me when we're in each other's arms like this, touching all over…"
"Don't," June whimpered. "Please. Don't say any more, Pat."
"I love you," she whispered. "I'll always love you. You mean more to me than anyone else in the world."
"Oh, no…"
"Don't fight it, darling. Don't try to resist what you really feel inside. Let it go. Let yourself be free, like we were last summer. Don't be frightened. I'm not going to hurt you; you know that. I only want to love you."
As she began to lick down the side of June's face and onto her neck, she heard the girl whimpering and making soft protests in her throat, but she suspected she was still playing a kind of game with her where no meant yes.
"Please… don't…" June sobbed, as Pat reached down to spread her legs apart and then scrambled between them on her knees. She tensed as she felt Pat's tongue moving down from her neck to her chest, then over the slope of her breasts. Her nipples tingled as the girl's warm, licking tongue moved nearer and nearer to them. When she touched them, it felt like an electric shock had just run through her body.
Pat's lips closed around the hardening nipples one at a time and sucked them until they were as hard as rubber bullets inside her mouth. She'd almost forgotten the sweetness of June's nipples when she sucked them, but the first taste had brought back all the memories of the girl's lush body and what she'd done with it the previous year. Her mouth became rougher, her sucking more forceful, as her own passion mounted.
"Touch me, darling," she murmured, as she moved her mouth off June's tit and lifted up for a moment. "Please? Just put your hand on my tits and squeeze them. It's been so long since you've touched me like that."
Hesitantly, June's fingers reached for the offered breasts. She seemed to be fighting a kind of war inside herself, as though two directions were pulling her at the same time. She wanted to resist what was happening once again with Pat, knowing full well where it would inevitably lead, and yet her body craved the satisfaction she knew the girl could give her. A sigh of pleasure and excitement broke from her throat as she touched Pat's breasts and found the nipples at their tips as hard as her own.
"Oh, yes, darling!" Pat moaned. "Squeeze them for me! Your hand feels so wonderful! Touch me all over, honey. Touch me down there, too."
June's eyes blinked as she shifted them to the dark patch between Pat's legs. She'd played her fingers through that hair many, many times and run her tongue into the bush and further just as often. She knew the scent of Pat's cunt as well as its taste, but her hand was reluctant to do as the girl asked.
"Please?" she whimpered. Reaching out, she took one of June's hands in her own and brought it down between her legs. Her thighs closed in on it, trapping the fingers against the wiry bush of dark black hair. "Oh, yes! Yes, darling!" she sighed. Her hand dropped from June's wrist and reached behind her, wriggling over the girl's bare belly and into the fuzzy blonde hair around her hole. She was startled and delighted, too, to discover how moist June was down there. Whether her voice and mind protested or not, her cunt was eager for some hot loving.
"I want you, darling," Pat murmured, nudging the tip of her finger between the wide lips of June's cunt. She felt the muscles inside her tense and then relax as she prodded her finger deeper. "Let me make love to you," she begged. "If you don't want to again after tonight, I won't bother you; I promise. But just don't leave me like this. Not after I've waited for you so long and dreamed about this moment when we'd be together again."
"I-I just don't know, Pat," the girl whispered. "I want you to – but I don't, too. I just don't know what I want."
"I think I do," Pat smiled. "Let me see if I'm right."
Moving away from June's hand, she got back onto her knees in a crouching position between the girl's spread legs and bent her head down to the furry softness. She ran her tongue quickly around the outside of her mouth to wet her lips good, then pressed them into the soft mound of fuzz. She could feel the muscles working in June's cunt, tensing and relaxing just as they had when she'd tickled her finger into the hole.
"Darling! Oh, darling!" she sighed. "You have such a beautiful little cunt! I love this fuzzy blonde hair around it and the pretty pink lips of you. I could lick you with my tongue forever and never get tired of the taste of you."
June made another whimpering noise in her throat, but it was neither a protest nor a sigh of consent. It seemed no more than a natural groan in response to physical gratification, "Do you want me to do it to you?" Pat asked. "Tell me, darling. Do you want me to use my tongue on you? Do you want me to make you come and then I'll drink your juice?"
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm!"
"Tell me, darling," Pat insisted. She burrowed her face closer against the pulsing hole and licked her tongue up and down the parted slit. "Do you want me to keep doing it to you?"
"Uuuuhhhhhhnnnnnnnn!"
"Tell me!" Pat rasped. "I want to hear you say the words."
"Yessssssss!" The cry broke from June's throat like a sob of desperation. Her whole body seemed to buck forward suddenly, thrusting her twitching cunt at Pat's hungry mouth. Her thighs closed in on the girl's head, trapping it there, and she began to work her ass up and down from the mattress. "Lick me!" she whimpered. "Put your tongue in my hole and lick it for me, Pat! Do it to me! Oh, please! Do it to me the way you know I like best! I can't stand it any more! I need you! I need that hot, wet tongue of yours inside my cunt! Ohhhhhhhhhhh! Please! Lick it!"
It wasn't necessary for her to beg. Pat was more than eager to oblige in whatever June wanted; all she'd been waiting for was the sound of her lover's voice telling her what to do. She knew, now, that there was more than a fighting chance of winning her back from the boy she'd met at college. She'd prove to her, in every way she could, how good it would be for her if they stayed together always.
With her mouth pressed flush against the moist, hairy hole, she wriggled her tongue slowly from between her lips and began to lick at June's cunt. Her mouth tingled from the slightly bitter, but oh so wonderful taste of her lover's open-lipped cooze. It was a taste Pat had dreamed about during all the long, lonely winter months they'd been apart and now that she had it once again she was not going to let it go easily.
"Darling!" June moaned, reaching down to curl her fingers in Pat's thick black hair and push her head even closer between her spread legs. "Oh, darling! That feels wonderful! Push it in me now! Please? Push your tongue in me, darling, and lick me inside my hole. I want to feel your tongue working in and out of me like a…" She stopped, swallowed hard, then added, "Like a love machine."
Pat, knew what she'd really meant to say, though. "A cock!" she thought bitterly. "That's what you want, you bitch! Even with my tongue in you, you're thinking about cock! Well," she vowed silently, "I'll show you that there's not much a cock can do that my tongue can't match! Just hold on, honey. If you want to get tongue-fucked, I'm just the gal to do it!"
Taking a firm grip on both of June's thighs, Pat spread the girl's legs as wide apart as they would go, so that the outer lips of her cunt were stretched wide and all the pink, wet, juicy meat inside her was vividly exposed. Then, with a deep gulp of air into her lungs, she buried her face in the hot quim like a deep-sea diver going down for buried treasure. There was a treasure to be found inside June's cunt, Pat knew. Not only the delicious taste of her and the exciting feel of the slippery flesh being licked by her tongue, but the ultimate treasure of her lover's warm cream flowing into her mouth and down her throat when she'd brought her to orgasm. At that moment, Pat knew she would have sold her soul for a drink of the other girl's thick, salty syrup.
Stiffening her tongue as rigid as she could make it, she began to make little stabbing motions in and out of the spread-open cunt. She could feel June's thighs tensing against her hands and from the way the girl was starting to rock herself from side to side on the bed she knew the effect she wanted to produce was starting to work. June was starting to become as passionate as she'd remembered from the previous summer, as her body came alive with need and responded with full force to the licking of her own tongue in and out of the hole.
"Yes, darling, yes," she thought with delight. "This is how I want you! Wild! Needing me! No cock can make you feel like this, can it?"
With her nose almost smothered in the bush of blonde hair above June's cunt, Pat wriggled her tongue into the slippery hole as deep as it would go. She could feel her lover's clitoris, stiff and throbbing with excitement. When she curled her tongue around it, the little love bud vibrated back and forth like it was made of rubber. She could already taste an increasing saltiness inside June's twat and knew it wouldn't be much longer before she was savoring the full release of all that warm, female cum.
"That's right, honey," she thought, as her tongue dug deeper and deeper with each lick into the wild hole. "Just let it all go. Don't hold back on me. Just feel what my tongue is doing to you and let your juice break loose when you can't stand the pleasure any more. There's no hurry, though. I'll do this to you all night, if that's how long it takes to get your cream."
June's head rolled slowly from side to side on her pillow as the tension and passion building within her increased with each fresh plunge of Pat's tongue into her cunt. It felt so good! Pier eyes were closed and her lips slightly parted, with a thin trickle of drool beginning to run from her mouth and down her chin. Every now and then a low moan of delight would ripple up from her throat, followed by a sharp gasp of excitement as Pat's tongue surprised her with a fresh attack on some other part of her inner depths. She knew she shouldn't be enjoying this as much as she was; she'd even promised herself faithfully before coming to the camp for the summer that nothing was going to happen between Pat and herself, as it had the previous year. But how could anyone resist so much physical pleasure? How could anyone take the steady, loving, wet licking of that tongue in and out of her cunt and not want it to keep happening until the ultimate pleasure had been achieved?
She knew it wouldn't be much longer before she was coating Pat's tongue with her orgasm juice. She could feel the tension building up inside her cunt like a spring that was slowly but surely being wound tighter and tighter. There had to come a point where the spring would snap, but she wanted to hold it back for as long as possible. Good as it would be to cream all over the other girl's hungry mouth, she knew that when it was over the pleasure would be at an end. She wanted to hold onto it for every second she could, enjoying the build-up as much as the ultimate release.
Lifting her head slightly from the bed, she looked down the length of her body and watched Pat's head bobbing up and down between her spread thighs. She could barely see any of her friend's face; most of it was buried in the hair and flesh of her cunt. It was exciting, though, watching the head of black hair moving against her hole and feeling at the same time what she was doing to her with her tongue and lips. It was a little like watching a pornographic movie, she thought, except that the girl whose cunt was being eaten was herself. That made it doubly exciting.
"Darling!" she suddenly gasped. "I-I don't think I can – hold back – any – ohhhhhhhhhhh!"
June's head dropped back onto the pillow and she suddenly thrust her belly and hips high off the bed, smothering Pat's face in the hot flesh. Squeezing her thighs tightly around her friend's head, she gasped heavily for breath through her open mouth. That hot, licking tongue was still wriggling inside her, even as the first burst of her juice shot loose and began to flow toward Pat's mouth.
"Take me, darling!" she sobbed. "Drink me! Ohhhhhhhhhhh! What Heaven this is! Take me! Uhhhhhhnnnnnnnnnnn! I can't stop coming! It's like a darn just broke in me! Ohhhhhhhhhggggg-hhhhh! Oh, God! Darling! Lick it out of me! Uhhhhhhhhhh! Oh, yes!"
Pat thought she was going to choke if any more of the thick fluid pouring from June's cunt went down her throat before she could swallow, but she didn't want to stop driving her tongue in and out of the hole for even an instant. She knew from past experience that the more she licked June's hole while she was in the throes of orgasm, the more juice she could draw from the wildly flexing cunt. She wanted a deep drink of the stuff that night, and kept licking until she'd coaxed every last drop from the twitching slit.
Finally, when June lay limp and exhausted by the force of her release, Pat drew her mouth slowly off her cunt and wriggled up on the bed to lie beside her. Taking the girl in her arms, she murmured, "Was that all right?"
June laughed and looked at her friend with shining eyes. "It was wonderful! I'd almost forgotten how good it feels when you do that to me, Pat."
"I knew you'd remember," Pat grinned, "once I got started. Now aren't you sorry you didn't want me to do it to you at first?"
June lowered her eyes and nodded her head slowly. "I – guess so," she whispered. It was obvious from the tone of her voice that once she'd achieved orgasm and the feverish pitch of excitement had begun to subside, she was once again having second thoughts about what she'd let Pat do to her.
"Do you want to…?" Pat suggested softly, pressing the warmth of her own cunt against June's thigh. "I mean – if you'd like to…?"
"Not tonight, darling," June murmured, knowing full well what her friend expected her to do. "I'm so tired and it's late and…"
"I know," Pat smiled tenderly. "It's all right, honey. It doesn't matter if you don't want to do it to me right now. I told you, I just wanted to make love to you. If you change your mind about returning the favor… well… we've got all summer to spend together, don't we?"
A little shudder ran through June's body at the sound of her friend's words, but she tried not to let it show on her face as she kissed Pat goodnight.
"Everything's going to be just wonderful for us this summer," Pat assured her, as she got up from June's bed and crossed the room to her own. "You'll see, darling. Everything's going to be wonderful."