"Did you ask her?" the little girl whispered in a frightened voice, as Roxanne Thomas closed the door of the campers' cabin and entered the large dormitory where the dozen or so girls under Pat's care were to sleep for the summer.
"Yes," Roxanne muttered, "I asked her."
"And what did she say?"
"She said there are no mountain lions in these woods, either, so shut up and go to sleep."
Satisfied that the last of her fears were groundless, the little girl rolled over in her bunk and closed her eyes. For Roxanne, however, sleep was going to be impossible. She was tired from the long trip on the train that day and all the activity of getting settled into the Summer Sisters Girls Camp, but at the moment her senses were tuned to a keen edge. After what she'd just seen going on in the cabin shared by Pat and June, sleep was out of the question.
"I thought I was right about her," Roxanne thought, as she climbed back into her bunk. "I was pretty sure from the way she was staring at me and that other girl in the shower room that she was a dyke, but I could have been mistaken. No more, though! Not after what I just saw her doing!"
A short while earlier, the little girl who'd clung so desperately to Pat and asked if she wouldn't sleep in their cabin for the first night had come to Roxanne's bunk and pleaded with her to get up, go over to their counselor's cabin and ask her if there was any danger of mountain lions attacking them while they slept. Roxanne knew it was a ridiculous question and if she'd been in the mood for sleep she'd have told the little girl to leave her alone, but the chance of escaping from their cabin on a legitimate excuse for a few minutes was a welcome one for her. She'd been dying for a cigarette ever since the train had pulled into town, but since it was forbidden for any of the girl campers to smoke she'd had to suffer her nicotine need in silence.
Telling the little girl that she'd go to ask Pat about the mountain lions, Roxanne had slipped out of the cabin and gone for a little walk down to the lake. In the stillness and solitude of the mountain night, she'd smoked three cigarettes in a row, realizing that they might well be her last for many months. She'd had no intention of disturbing the counselor for such a silly matter, knowing that the frightened child would believe whatever she told her when she returned, but a faint sound she'd heard in the still air had roused her curiosity and brought her to Pat and June's cabin.
The sound Roxanne thought she'd heard was a low groan of sexual pleasure. Even at the age of sixteen, the girl was experienced enough in life to know that the cry she'd heard had not been one of pain or fear. There was a certain tremor to the voice when it broke out in sexual excitement, and Roxanne had recognized it instantly.
Creeping up to the counselor's cabin, she peered carefully through the windows until she found one with the curtains parted just slightly enough for her to see what was going on inside the room. The light was dim and at first she couldn't tell what was happening, but as the sounds of more groans and the soft whisper of voices filtered through the cabin walls to her, she realized that the two girls inside were having sex with one another. The knowledge had sent a shiver of tension and excitement shooting into Roxanne's belly with such force that it was almost painful.
Her hand slipped down between her legs and started to finger her young cunt through her pajamas as she watched the two older girls making love on June's bed. It wasn't the first time Roxanne had watched two girls having sex. At the private school she attended, such things happened almost nightly. She had often watched an orgy of teenage female flesh tumble and tangle together atop a bed, and more times than not she had been in the middle of the pile herself. Still, watching the two counselors through the window, she felt herself tingling with a sexual need that grew stronger with each second she crouched outside the cabin.
As she listened to the wet, slurping, smacking noises Pat was making with her mouth as she burrowed her face further and further into June's spread thighs, Roxanne had to control the urge to rush to the cabin door, burst through it, and demand to be made part of the sexual fun. She was smart enough to know there would be little the two older girls could do to refuse her, having been caught in the act and faced with the threat of being exposed to Mrs. Marchant, but Roxanne was also shrewd enough to realize there were better ways of using the information she was now armed with to get what she wanted.
She had been attracted to Pat Fulton from the moment she'd called her name and said she was to be part of her group for the summer. Pat was very much the physical type of young woman that Roxanne had always found herself most drawn to, and she wanted her desperately. She had brazenly displayed herself for the older girl in the shower room, wanting to see if there were any possibility that her sexual feelings might be returned. She had suspected there was, from the guilty look on Pat's face when Roxanne had caught her staring at herself and Mimsy Colberg, but until she'd seen through the cabin window with her own eyes that her hopes were justified, Roxanne just couldn't be sure.
"Now," she thought hungrily, as she watched Pat's head bob up and down between June's legs, "what do I do to get her like that? God," she thought with a sigh, "how I wish she was doing it to me! She looks like she really knows how to use her tongue, all right! If only she'd stick it up my hole!"
Her fingers pressed harder against her moistened young cunt through the thin pajamas and felt the pulsing need rippling through her. It wouldn't be satisfaction enough, she knew, to finger herself off while she watched the two older girls making love. She wanted to be part of it. To feel what they were feeling; to taste what Pat was tasting; to give herself to the older girls arid take from each of them in equal measure. She wanted to make love with another girl, as she had almost every night while she was away at school.
The prospect of spending a summer of complete abstinence from lesbian love had been a frightening one to Roxanne, and it was the reason why she'd behaved so badly on her arrival at the camp. She'd half-hoped that either the counselors or one of the owners would decide she wasn't worth the trouble and send her back home, where at least there were two or three girls in the neighborhood who were willing to have fun with her in bed. But now that she knew Pat Fulton was a lesbian and had caught her in the act with June, there was no reason to leave the camp. In fact, she told herself, with the prospect of making love to Pat, there was every reason to stay.
"But how," she wondered as she lay in her bunk and listened to the night sounds outside the cabin, "am I going to get through this night? I know I'll get her sooner or later, but I need her now." Ever since she had crept away from the counselor's cabin, having watched Pat lick June off to a climax and then see that no further sex was going to happen between them, Roxanne's body had been at a feverish pitch of unsatisfied excitement.
Rolling onto her side to face the wall, so none of the other girls sleeping in bunks near hers would be able to see, she slipped her hand down into the trousers of her pajamas and touched her fingers against the furry softness of her cunt. Her legs twitched violently in response to the touch, as though she had put a live wire of electricity against herself. Slowly and carefully, she began to work her fingers up and down against the juicy outer slit. She felt her cunt lips trembling with each touch and starting to expand as though in open willingness for the invasion of another girl's warm tongue or fingers.
"Sorry," she thought in frustration, as she wriggled her fingertips between the outer flaps of flesh surrounding her cunt and up into the hole itself, "but this is the best I can do tonight, it seems."
Closing her eyes, she began to move her fingers in and out of her young quim. She was so tense with excitement that the soft fur surrounding her hole was almost dripping wet from the excretions of love juice. Her hand moved easily and effortlessly back and forth, nudging her fingers deeper and deeper into herself with each stroke. She could almost imagine that it was Pat doing it to her, and that made the feeling all the more intense.
"Pat," she thought. "Pat… Pat… Pat." In her mind she saw the counselor's stern face break into a welcoming smile as she reached out her hand for Roxanne's cunt and replaced her fingers with her own. She jumped suddenly, as though the actual physical transference of hand to hand had taken place.
"Let me do it for you, honey," she imagined Pat murmuring. "I'm older than you are and more experienced. I know how to do it to you so it really feels good."
"Yes!" Roxanne whispered under her breath. "Do it to me, Pat! Do whatever you want; I'm yours!"
She moaned softly as her hand began to pick up the rhythm, increasing the friction of the fingers rubbing in and out of her hole. Imagining that it was Pat doing it to her, she let her body surrender itself completely to the sensation. Her thighs closed around her own hand, trapping the fingers in her cunt, and began to rock slowly back and forth to make the sensation even more intense.
"It's good!" she whispered. "So good, Pat! I love how you finger-fuck my cunt! I want to do it to you, too, some day…"
"Roxanne?"
The actual sound of another voice close by her bed startled the girl so badly that her heart skipped a beat and she almost choked as she gulped down a hard lump in her throat. Pulling her hand quickly out of her pajamas, she whirled around in the bed and confronted Mimsy Colberg.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" she hissed angrily. "Are you trying to give me a heart attack, sneaking up on me like that?"
Even in the dim light of the cabin, she could see Mimsy's face color with embarrassment at the obscene word she'd spat at her. "I-I'm sorry, Roxanne," the girl whispered. "I didn't mean to startle you like that. Were you asleep?"
"Shit, no!" Roxanne growled. "I was just laying here doing some needlepoint with my eyes closed!"
"I'm – sorry," Mimsy apologized a second time. "I thought you might still be awake. I mean, I know you just came back from asking that girl's silly question and I thought…" Her voice trailed off into silence as she confronted Roxanne's harsh stare.
"What the hell do you want?"
Mimsy swallowed hard and lowered her eyes. "I guess I shouldn't have bothered you; I'm sorry."
As she turned to start away, Roxanne's hand reached out and caught her hard by the arm. "Now look, dammit," she snarled, "you just don't wake me up from a sound sleep and then walk away without telling me what you wanted!"
"It seems so foolish… now."
"What, for crissake?"
Mimsy's face started to turn red with embarrassment once again and she fussed with her hands for a long moment before answering. "I-I've got to go to the toilet," she whispered.
"And nobody's ever taught you how?" Roxanne cracked.
"No, I-I just wanted you to come with me, if you didn't mind."
The hardness of Roxanne's manner suddenly disappeared and she found herself staring into the pretty blonde girl's eyes with an unspoken question. "Why?" she asked aloud, wondering to herself, "Is it possible? Is she one, too?"
"Well," Mimsy explained nervously, "it's dark out there and I don't really know the way yet. I thought since you'd already been out…"
"That I'd take you by the hand and lead you to the john?" Roxanne smiled. It was an old gimmick, she thought, this business of asking another girl to go to the toilet with you. She'd used it herself a number of times at school, always with gratifying results. If it wasn't as original as she'd have expected from Mimsy, at least it put things in a little better light as far as getting through the night and, just possibly, the summer, too, was concerned.
After all, she thought, Mimsy was a cute kid. She didn't have much in the way of tits or a bush between her legs – certainly nowhere near what Roxanne's own body development was like – but there was something about her that was appealing. Maybe it was that little-girl innocence, which Roxanne now suspected was just a cover-up for a lust as great as her own. If Mimsy wasn't exactly her type, at least not in the way Pat Fulton was, smothering her mouth down into that furry little blonde cunt and having Mimsy do the same thing to her in reply was a far better prospect than the finger-job she'd been giving herself. At least it would be actual physical contact with another girl's body and not just a fantasy conjured by her mind.
"I'm sorry," Mimsy whispered, lowering her head in shame. "I guess I shouldn't have bothered you. I'll find the way by myself, the way I should have in the first place."
"It's okay," Roxanne said, squeezing her hand on the girl's arm. "I understand how you feel. I'm the same way."
"You – are?"
"Sure!" she laughed lightly. "You don't have to worry with me."
"I wouldn't have thought you'd be scared of anything, Roxanne," Mimsy told her.
"I'm not," she grinned. Letting go of Mimsy's arm for a moment, she pushed back the covers and got out of her bunk. "Come on," she said, pushing her feet into the slippers at the edge of the bed, "let's go before we wake up the whole cabin."
Taking Mimsy by the hand, she led the way out of the cabin and down the slight incline toward the lake where the outdoor toilets were located. As they walked, Roxanne applied a gentle pressure to Mimsy's hand and was relieved to feel an answering tightness.
"I was right!" she thought joyfully. "She does want it as bad as I do! What d'you know about that? Here I thought the summer was going to be a total waste, and I've found three dykes in the last half-hour alone! Who knows how many others are around this place?"
"Ohhhhhh!" Mimsy gave a sudden little cry of surprise and pain as her foot stumbled on a rock in the path and she pitched forward. She would have fallen flat on her face if Roxanne hadn't been holding fast to her hand. As it was, even with the other girl's arm giving her support, she fell hard onto her knees on the ground and cried, out with hurt.
"What's the matter?" Roxanne asked with concern, dropping to her knees alongside her new-found friend. "Did you cut yourself?"
"I'm not sure. It's so hard to see anything in the dark like this."
"Let me feel," Roxanne suggested. She put her hand lightly on Mimsy's knee and pressed her palm against the warm flesh. A little tingle of desire rippled through her as she felt the contact of skin to skin. "I don't feel any blood," she murmured. "I don't think you cut yourself when you fell."
"I hope not," Mimsy said worriedly. "It would be so hard to explain what we were doing out of the cabin at this time of night."
Roxanne's eyes darted up to stare into Mimsy's, finding further confirmation of her suspicions in the girl's last words. "Maybe you shouldn't wear shortie nightgowns like that," she suggested. "If you had on pajamas, like me, your legs wouldn't get cut or scraped if you fell in the dark."
"I didn't bring any pajamas with me."
"You could borrow a pair of mine, if you'd like."
"Oh, I couldn't," Mimsy protested.
"Why not? We're about the same size, aren't we? And I've got plenty of them in my locker." Then, as an idea flashed through her mind, she suggested, "Why don't you try these on and see if they fit? If they do, I'll give you a clean pair when we get back to the cabin."
"Oh, no. Thanks, but I couldn't."
"Why not? Come on; nobody else is around to see. Take off your nightie and I'll take off my pajamas so you can try them on."
Mimsy started to get up from the ground, shaking her head nervously. "I'll try them later," she protested. "Tomorrow, maybe."
"What's the matter?" Roxanne leered. "Are you afraid of doing it out here in the open, even though it's dark?"
Mimsy gulped hard as her eyes flashed up to meet the other girl's. "I – don't understand. Afraid of doing – what?"
"You know what!" Roxanne laughed, tightening her hold on the blonde's leg. "What you brought me outside to do in the first place! What we were going to do when we got to the toilets. It's better here; I know what outdoor johns smell like and it's not so nice."
"I-I think maybe we'd better get back to the cabin…"
"What's the matter, honey? Losing your nerve?"
"Let go of me!" Mimsy shrieked, as she felt Roxanne's hand starting to slide higher up on her leg. Underneath the shortie nightgown she was completely naked. Her thighs clenched together instinctively to shield the soft down of hair and the flesh of her cunt from Roxanne's groping fingers.
"Don't be nervous," Roxanne growled. "I told you already; I feel the same way. I want the same thing you do."
"You're – wrong!" Mimsy gulped. "I don't want you to do this. I didn't mean…"
"You just had to take a piss, huh?" Roxanne laughed mockingly.
"Yes!" Mimsy insisted.
"But you wanted me to go along with you so you'd be sure to find the hole, huh? Well," she spat, suddenly grabbing Mimsy's hand and thrusting it between the warm seat of her pajama legs, "here it is, honey. Here's the hole; now what're you going to do about it?"
"Don't!" the girl cried, fighting hard to break the hold of both Roxanne's hands on her body. "This is wrong! This is bad!"
"Oh, no it isn't! It's good! And you have no idea how good it's going to be!"
"I'm going to scream!" Mimsy warned. "I swear it, Roxanne! If you don't let go of me, I'm going to scream until someone comes to see what's wrong!"
"What is wrong?" Roxanne snarled. "Tell me? Huh? How come you changed your mind all of a sudden? Get cold feet about it, now that you've worked me up and got me hot? Or are you just one of those little bitches who likes to tease but doesn't deliver?"
"No, I'm not…" Mimsy stammered. "I mean – I… I – oh, I don't know what I mean any more. I didn't want this to happen, Roxanne. Honestly, I didn't know you were a…" She cut herself short in mid-breath and gulped hard, lowering her eyes from Roxanne's without finishing what she'd started.
"You didn't know I'm a what?" Roxanne growled. "A dyke? Is that what you were going to say? Or maybe you were going to use the fancy word and say you didn't know I was a lesbian. Is that it? Well, honey, I've got news for you. Either word tells the story. I'm both. And I'll tell you one more thing: you're not getting away from me tonight until you've let me push my tongue up your cunt! If you start to scream or make any kind of a fuss, I'll swear that you lured me out of the cabin, tried to put the make on me, and when I refused to play along with you, you started to scream as a way of getting back at me."
"You wouldn't do that!" Mimsy gasped.
"Wouldn't I?" Roxanne laughed wickedly. "Just throw back your head and scream, honey. Watch what happens. I'm sure there were at least three or four other girls in that cabin who were awake and saw you come over to my bunk and ask me to go outside with you. Do you think anyone would believe it was the way you'd tell the story? Do you think anyone is dumb enough to believe a sixteen-year-old girl is afraid to go to the toilet by herself? Or do you think they'll believe what I'd tell them?"
"Please let go of me," Mimsy whimpered, her eyes starting to glisten with the sheen of tears. "I won't scream and I won't tell anyone about this, if you'll just let go of me."
"Honey," Roxanne chuckled, "I know you won't scream and I know you won't tell anyone about tonight, but I'm not letting go of you until we've finished what we came out here to do. I'm going to eat that cute little pussy of yours if it's the last thing I do!"
As her hand began to work its way higher in under her nightgown, Mimsy struggled to brush away the intruding fingers. She felt icy tingles of fear running through the pit of her belly and only Roxanne's warning of what would happen if she screamed kept her from crying out for help.
"Lay down on the grass!" Roxanne hissed. "And stop fighting me, unless you're looking for a slap in the face!"
"Please…"
"I don't know what the hell you're making all this fuss about in the first place," Roxanne spat at her. "I'm not asking you to eat my cunt, am I? I'm not some guy with a twelve-inch prick who's trying to rape you, either. All I want to do is lick your cunt, for crissake! Do you have any idea how good I'm going to make you feel?"
"N-n-no," Mimsy stammered. "B-b-but I d-d-don't want you…"
"Shut up!" Roxanne suddenly threatened. "I've had about all the sniveling out of you I can stand for one night! If you don't lay down and spread those legs so I can stick my face into your cunt, you're going to be in big trouble."
Mimsy gulped hard and slowly lowered herself onto her back on the soft patch of grass. Her legs, however, remained locked firmly together. Her whole body was held rigid against Roxanne's moving, prying fingers.
"Open up!" the dark-haired girl snarled angrily. "I'm not going to hurt you! Open those legs, so I can get my head between them!"
"No… please… no…"
"Open up!" With a hard shove of both hands, Roxanne forced the girl to spread her legs. Quick as a flash, she burrowed her head between them and pressed her mouth against the light-colored fur of Mimsy's tender hole.
"Oooohhhhhhhh!"
"You see?" Roxanne chuckled, recognizing in the shriek more pleasure than pain. "I told you it was going to feel good. Just wait 'til I get my tongue up there and really start working on you!"
She wriggled her tongue through her lips and stroked it gently against the quivering pink lips of Mimsy's cunt. There was so little pubic hair around the hole that it seemed almost as though she was attacking a girl who hadn't yet reached puberty. It reminded Roxanne of some of the younger girls she'd seduced at the boarding school she attended. Girls ranging in age from twelve to fourteen, who had been as frightened as Mimsy at first, but who soon got to love the touch of Roxanne's tongue inside their cunts as much as she was now convinced the blonde girl would. By the end of the summer, she told herself, Mimsy would be begging for her to do what she was fighting against with such determination now.
"How did that feel?" she chuckled, lifting her mouth away from warm cunt for a second. No answer came from Mimsy. "Do you want me to do it again?"
"No," came the whimpered reply, but both girls knew by the tone of Mimsy's voice as she made the protest that she didn't really mean it.
"No?" Roxanne laughed. "Are you sure you didn't like how this felt?" She put her tongue back down on the trembling slit of cunt and pushed the tip of it through the outer lips and inside the hole. She felt Mimsy stiffen her thighs in response and heard a soft groan of pleasure break unwillingly from her throat. "No," she thought to herself, "you don't like what I'm doing to you at all! Not much!"
Holding tightly to both the girl's legs to keep her from pulling away, Roxanne burrowed her face deeper into the juicy mound of fur and flesh. Her tongue drilled higher into the crack and began to lick at the moist, slippery walls inside. She could feel Mimsy working the muscles of her cunt, squeezing them closed as if to keep the invading tongue from prodding any higher into her, then suddenly relaxing them and opening herself wide for the sweep of intense, licking pleasure coming from that same tongue.
"Oh, please…" she moaned, but Roxanne could tell by the urgency in the cry that the girl was no longer resisting. Her please no longer meant "don't"; now it meant, "Please do! Please eat me! Please keep that big, wet tongue of yours inside my cunt! Please keep licking me with it like you're doing! Please keep me feeling so good! Please – oh, please – don't stop!"
Roxanne had no intention of stopping, though. Her own need was at too high a pitch. She was used to having sex with another girl almost nightly, but more than that, her body was tuned to a fever pitch by what she'd seen happening in the older girls' cabin. Her hunger was insatiable as she drilled her tongue deeper and deeper into Mimsy's twitching hole. Knowing that she would never be able to convince the girl to do the same thing to her in return, and wanting to achieve satisfaction for herself before going to sleep, she used one hand to push her pajama trousers down to her knees, then wriggled her fingers between her legs and started to play with herself while she ate the blonde's hot snatch.
It tasted so good, licking and rolling her tongue around inside that pretty young cunt with its soft blonde hair. The flavor was like salty candy; sweet and yet sharp at the same time. Her nostrils were flared wide as she lapped with her tongue again and again and again, drawing into her lungs the intoxicating aroma of Mimsy's cunt at the same time her tongue drew the actual taste of it into her mouth.
Suddenly, after Roxanne had been tonguing her for about five minutes and her own cunt had been brought to the very brink of orgasm by the skilled use of her fingers inside it, Mimsy's body stiffened and began to rock up and down from the ground. The tension in her thighs and the heavy panting noises she was making with her throat left no doubt that she was getting ready to come.
"That's right, baby!" Roxanne thought, frantically working her fingers in and out of her own hole with the same speed she was plunging her tongue into Mimsy's. "Come, honey! Come for me! Let me go to sleep with the taste of your juice in my mouth! Come, baby! Come all over that tongue of mine! Pour it all over my mouth and make me swallow you! Come, dammit! Come…!"
At the very moment that the tension inside her own hole became too strong to hold back any longer, and the first hot burst of juice began to trickle down around her fingers, she gulped hard as she felt a flow of sticky cream begin to run from Mimsy's cunt and over her lips into her mouth.
"Yes, baby! Yes!" her mind screamed. "You taste so good! That juice of yours is like wine to me! Keep pouring it, baby! Make me drunk on the taste of your cream! Oh, God! Yes! Yes! Yesssssss!"
Weak with exhaustion, but entirely satisfied from her own orgasm and the one her tongue had coaxed out of Mimsy, Roxanne lifted her head from the other girl's cunt a few minutes later and looked up at her face. She'd expected to find a smile of satisfaction there, or at least an acknowledgement that it hadn't been as bad as Mimsy had thought. Instead, she found tears running in steams down both the blonde's cheeks.
"Honey," she said tenderly, reaching her hand up to console the girl. "Hey! Hey, honey, what's the matter? It wasn't as bad as all that, was it?"
Mimsy's eyes flashed with anger and contempt as she looked down at her. "Are you finished with me now? Can I go now?"
"Sure, but…"
Her hand was brushed roughly away as Mimsy scrambled to her feet. Backing off from Roxanne, she set her jaw in a tight grimace, then hissed, "If you ever touch me again…" The rest of her warning was engulfed in another flood of tears and sobs. Turning away, she started to run back to the cabin as fast as her legs would carry her.
"Hey! Hey, wait!" Roxanne cried, but the girl was already far from her. "Fuck you!" she spat angrily, getting up from the ground and brushing off her knees. "I don't need you any more anyway. Not as long as Pat is my Big Sister," she chuckled.