Pat Fulton paced restlessly back and forth across the floor of her cabin, alternately bringing a cigarette to her lips for a long, deep puff and then glancing down at the watch on her wrist. "The little bitch is late, of course," she muttered aloud. She had told Roxanne to report to the cabin at eight on the dot. It was now going on toward half past eight and there was still no sign of her. If she didn't show up in another fifteen minutes, Pat vowed, she was going straight to the camp's owner, Mrs. Marchant, with the story of what had happened the previous night between Roxanne and Mimsy. "To hell with being fair to her," she thought angrily. "A no-good bitch like that deserves to be treated the way she treats others."
In the back of Pat's mind, however, was the awareness that her anger against Roxanne had more behind it than a mere dislike of the girl's manner and personality. She'd handled difficult campers in the past, many of them far more troublesome than Roxanne, without resorting to Mrs. Marchant as a final solution. If Roxanne were just an ordinary girl with a bitchy streak running through her, Pat knew she could handle her well enough. But there was more to it than that. She had assaulted Mimsy Colberg, and in Pat's mind that was unforgivable. Not because it introduced a lesbian element into the camp life for the summer, for Pat was well enough aware of the logic in June's argument about the pot calling the kettle black, but because she had so desperately wanted the cute little blonde herself and the thought of Roxanne taking her in the way Pat would have liked to was unbearable.
It was strange, this effect Mimsy Colberg had upon her. When she'd walked into the clearing where June held her basket weaving classes and seen the two girls in each other's arms, her first instinct had been one of intense jealousy. Not because another girl was holding June in what looked like a lover's embrace, but because that other girl was Mimsy and June was holding her. It wouldn't have mattered in the least if she'd seen her friend embracing any other girl in the camp, but Mimsy was something special to Pat. She had hungered for her from the first hour the girl had been at camp, and now she was leaving her group for June's and it was all because of Roxanne. If it hadn't been for her, Pat thought bitterly, she might have had a chance of seducing Mimsy during the course of the summer. As the girl's Big Sister it would be only natural for them to be close. There were a lot of things they could have done alone together, without rousing anyone's suspicions or curiosity. Hikes in the woods… meetings at night for moonlight swims… shared confidences… any number of situations might have given Pat an excuse to be more intimate with the girl and take at least tentative steps toward seducing her.
Now it was all gone up in smoke. Mimsy had already moved out of Pat's group's cabin and into June's, being replaced by a pathetic little creature who would have trouble enticing a troll into seducing her. For the rest of the summer, the best Pat could do would be to watch the girl from afar and dream of what might have been if only Roxanne hadn't fouled everything up.
A sudden knock on the cabin door startled her. She crushed out her cigarette butt in an ashtray and strode quickly to the door. Her face was hard with anger as she opened it for Roxanne.
"It's about time you showed up," she snapped. "I thought I told you to be here at eight on the dot."
"Am I late?" the girl purred as she came into the cabin. "Sorry about that. I think that clock watchers are such bores, don't you?"
"So is being kept waiting," Pat cracked. "I've got better things to do with my time than to sit around waiting for you."
Roxanne's eyes flashed with an inner wickedness as she caught Pat's glance. "Yes," she drawled, running the tip of her tongue ever so slightly across her bottom lip, "I'm sure you do."
Once again in the girl's presence, Pat felt herself tensing inside. There was something about Roxanne's manner that automatically set Pat on her guard, as though beneath that mocking, bitchy little smile of hers there was a genuine, if yet unspoken, danger.
"Sit down," she ordered. "You and I have got to have a talk about something important."
"My! How serious you sound, Big Sister!" the girl laughed.
Pat's eyes flashed with rage as she turned on her. "This is no joking matter, Roxanne. You're in very big trouble, whether you realize it or not."
"Oh? Well, in that case, I'd better have a cigarette," she said with a cocky smile. "May I have one of yours, please?"
"You may not!"
"Okay, I'll have one of my own, then. I'm almost out, or I wouldn't have asked for one of yours."
As the girl fished a crumpled pack of cigarettes from her shorts pocket and put one of them in her mouth, Pat's anger boiled to the point where it could no longer be controlled. Moving quickly across the room before Roxanne had a chance to strike a match, she snatched the cigarette from between her lips, crumpled it in her fist and threw the remains of the tobacco and filter tip into the ashtray.
"What did you do that for, dammit?" Roxanne growled. "I told you I'm almost out."
"Give me the rest of your cigarettes," Pat demanded.
"Like hell I will!"
"I said give them to me! You know it's against Mrs. Marchant's regulations for any of the girl campers to smoke up here; now give them to me!"
"Go fuck yourself!" Roxanne spat.
Quick as a flash, without even knowing what she was doing until she'd done it, Pat's hand flashed out and struck the girl hard across both cheeks. For a moment, they both seemed startled by the unexpectedness of the slap. Then, realizing what she'd done, Pat stepped back from the girl and muttered, "I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that."
"You're going to be a whole lot sorrier!" Roxanne hissed. "Nobody's ever slapped me before in my life. You're going to pay for the pleasure you got out of doing that, Big Sister!"
Despite her determination not to let the girl get the upper hand, Pat couldn't help feeling another shudder of apprehension run through her. It was against regulations for a counselor to strike a camper, and they both knew it. Although compared to Roxanne's offense Pat's was the lesser one, she still knew that if it came to a confrontation with Mrs. Marchant she, too, would now be in trouble.
"Here," she muttered, reaching for her own pack of cigarettes on the bedside table and offering one to the girl, "I'm sorry. Have one of mine, if you need to smoke that badly."
"Thanks," Roxanne snapped, grabbing the whole pack from Pat's hand. "I'll keep them all, if you don't mind, Big Sister." She put one of the cigarettes in her mouth and lit it, blowing a billow of smoke directly into Pat's face. "Now what was it you wanted to talk to me about? I know it isn't just my smoking habits." As she drew another full puff of smoke into her lungs, she crossed the room and settled herself on Pat's bed, propping herself up with the pillow behind her back and raising one leg at the knee so that her crotch was openly exposed.
"No," Pat said slowly, keeping her stare full on the girl's face as she moved toward her, "I want to talk to you about your sexual habits."
"Oh, really?" Roxanne murmured, without so much as batting an eye. "That sounds like an interesting topic. Where do you want to start, Big Sister?"
"How about with last night?"
"Last night…?" Roxanne pretended to think for a moment, then shrugged her shoulders. "What about it? I don't think I'm following you."
"Would it help any if I mentioned the name Mimsy Colberg?"
"Oh." The girl put the cigarette to her lips and drew in a deep puff, then let the smoke curl out slowly through her nostrils. "So you know about it. So what?"
"So what?" Pat gasped in astonishment. She couldn't help laughing at the girl's impudence. "Boy, you really are something, aren't you? You're the hardest little bitch I've met in a long, long time. Nothing really fazes you, does it?"
"Only boredom," she shrugged.
"And to relieve your boredom, you attack other girls?"
"Not only for that reason," she said with a slow smile. "I'm sure you can understand the others. We all get the itch now and then, you know."
Pat's eyes darted across the girl's face, wondering if there were more meaning behind her words than she was letting on. Her cocky manner hadn't abated for even a second. It seemed almost as though she knew there was nothing Pat could do to her, because of something she knew but wasn't yet revealing.
"You'd better think twice before scratching that itch again," she warned. "What happened last night is grounds enough for you to be thrown out of this camp first thing tomorrow morning. If I go to Mrs. Marchant with the story, that is."
"But you're not going to tell her, are you?" Roxanne purred.
"No, I'm not. I've decided to give you this warning and one last chance. If it happens again, though, if I even hear so much as a whisper about you bothering any of the other girls, I won't hesitate for a second to see that you're thrown out of here."
"Oh, don't worry," Roxanne laughed through another cloud of smoke she expelled through her nostrils. "I won't lay a finger on any of them."
"Well, you'd better not…"
"No, not them," she smiled. "You see, I didn't really want Mimsy; she just happened to be the only thing available at the time. But now…"
She let the rest of what she was going to say trail off in another mysterious smile.
"But now, what?" Pat asked suspiciously.
"Simple," Roxanne shrugged. "Now I've got you."
"Me…!"
"Yes, you. I've always preferred girls a little older than myself, anyway. You're just my type, Big Sister. We're going to get along just fine this summer, I can tell."
"Like hell!" Pat snorted. "Just who the hell do you think you are, talking to me like that? Don't you realize what you're doing?"
"I know exactly what I'm doing."
"I could go to Mrs. Marchant this minute and tell her what you've just said to me. What do you think her reaction would be?"
"I don't know. But I'll bet it wouldn't be anything like the reaction I'd get out of her if I told a few things I know."
For an instant, Pat felt as though her heart had stopped beating. "What is she getting at?" she thought, as a tingle of fear ran up and down her spine. "What does she knew?"
"Why don't you come over here and sit down beside me?" Roxanne murmured, patting her hand on the bed. "Let's make ourselves more comfortable, hmmmmm? Let's get to know one another."
"You're crazy!" Pat laughed. "I think you really are crazy!"
"What's wrong? Are you afraid somebody will come in and catch us? There's no one around; they're all at the movie. Come on," she beckoned a second time. "Sit over here by me and let's get friendly." She spread her legs a little further apart and dropped her hand down between them, rubbing slowly back and forth across her cunt through the summer shorts she was wearing. "You've got a lot of making up to do for those slaps you gave me, Big Sister."
Pat's body felt like a coiled spring about to snap. On the one hand she found the girl's mocking insolence unbearable and was determined to assert her authority as a camp counselor, even if it meant resorting to a conference with Mrs. Marchant about removing Roxanne from Summer Sisters. But on the other hand, seeing the girl rubbing herself like that and knowing she could have her by merely crossing the room to the bed and getting down on it alongside her, Pat's sexual instincts were being more strongly roused with every minute that went by. She remembered the full, lush curves of Roxanne's nude body in the shower and how she had watched her with lust in her eyes. She could have that body now, even though it would mean she could no longer make a report to the camp's owner, no matter what the girl did for the rest of the summer.
"You're not afraid of me, are you?" Roxanne murmured. She crushed out her cigarette in the ashtray and began to unbutton the front of her blouse. She wore no bra underneath, and as she opened the blouse further and further her young, firm tits came quickly into view. Slipping the blouse off her shoulders and dropping it to the floor alongside the bed, she cupped her hands in under the large tits and offered them in Pat's direction. "Come on," she coaxed. "You couldn't get enough of a look at them in the shower room last night, so why not come closer and take a good look now?"
"So that's it!" Pat thought with relief. She had feared that Roxanne's veiled hints of knowing something damaging against her were based on concrete facts, but it now seemed that she had no more than a suspicion on her side. She'd probably caught Pat's stare in the shower room and figured she could entice her into a sexual act. Once suspicion had been confirmed as fact, there would be nothing Pat could say to the camp owner about what had happened with Mimsy Colberg. But if that was Roxanne's plan for getting herself out of trouble, Pat thought, she was about to discover how quickly it was going to backfire on her.
"Sorry, honey," she said with a smile of only a dead a satisfaction now that she felt control was passing back into her own hands, "but you're barking up the wrong tree."
"Am I?"
"You sure are. As a matter of fact, you've just used up that last chance I gave you, too. Put on your blouse," she snapped. "You and I are going to see Mrs. Marchant right now."
"I wouldn't advise that, Big Sister."
"Why not?"
"Because I just might be forced to tell her what I know about you. You and your cute little girlfriend, June."
The confidence which Pat had felt moment earlier suddenly dropped like a weight into the pit of her stomach, "Wh-what are you talking about?" she stammered.
"You know, you really should pull the curtains all the way closed before you eat your girlfriend's pussy," Roxanne smiled. "Otherwise you never know who might peek in and see you with your head between her legs."
The blood in Pat's veins felt like it had turned to ice water. A knot was tightening like a fist inside her stomach and for a moment she thought she was going to be sick. Was the girl still bluffing, she wondered, or had she really seen something through the cabin window last night?
"What makes you think Mrs. Marchant would believe a filthy lie like that?" she challenged.
"Because it's not a filthy lie, Big Sister," Roxanne purred. "It's the filthy truth. I saw you last night. I saw everything you did to Miss Dainty and I'll tell it all to Mrs. Marchant if you force me to."
"You little bitch!" Pat hissed.
"I don't deny it," the girl smiled. "But it takes a big bitch to recognize a little one. We're cut from the same cloth, Big Sister Bitch. So let's stop playing games with each other, huh? If you don't tell on me, I won't tell on you. It's as simple as that."
"And what makes you think I'm going to sleep with you, no matter what you might know about me?"
"Because if you don't," Roxanne smiled sweetly, "I'm going to go to Mrs. Marchant and tell her I can't spend the whole summer in a camp with lesbian counselors. Okay?"
Pat's eyes flashed with rage and fury, but she knew there was nothing she could do. She was trapped. Roxanne had the power to get both herself and June fired from their summer jobs; dismissed in disgrace. Any thought of getting rid of the girl had just been washed down the drain. In a complete turn-about, it was now she who could get rid of them, just by opening her mouth to the camp owner about what she'd seen.
"Okay," she sighed wearily. "So we've got a stalemate. Where does that leave us?"
"Right where we are. Alone together. About to make love. Isn't that the way you've wanted it all along, but haven't been able to admit to yourself?" She cupped her hands under her bare breasts once again and leaned forward. "Come on. What are you waiting for? I know you want me as much as I want you. Let's not waste any more time. Let's just do what we both want to do."
Pat moved slowly toward the bed, her hands trembling at her sides. The worst part of it all, she knew, was that Roxanne was right. She did want the girl. Desperately. Her eyes had been drawn almost irresistibly to those naked tits and the promise of the warm young cunt waiting under those tight-fitting shorts. She hated her for the position she'd put herself and June into, yes, but she wanted her body with an equal intensity. The encounter with June the previous night had been only half-satisfying. She still craved the feel of another girl's tongue moving in and out of her own hole, which June had not offered to do for her. Her body was crying out with need. If Roxanne was willing to satisfy it… why not let her? Certainly she couldn't make the situation any worse by sleeping with the girl. And it was just possible that taking Roxanne as a lover for the summer might make things a whole lot better. June seemed reluctant to resume the sexual relationship they'd had the previous year. Rather than having to coax and beg her every night for love, wouldn't it better to switch to a girl like Roxanne, who was willing and eager to do whatever Pat wanted?
"That's right," the girl murmured, as Pat sat down on the edge of the bed alongside her. "Now you're acting sensibly." Her hands reached out and started to open Pat's blouse. "It's not fair, you know, that you've seen all of my body, but I haven't even seen your tits. I think you should get undressed and let me look at you."
"All right," Pat whispered, "if that's what you want."
"Stand up," Roxanne smiled. "Give me a little striptease show. Work me up with your body, Big Sister."
"Will you please stop calling me that?" she snapped angrily. "My name is Pat."
"Okay, Big Sister," the girl grinned. "Now stand up and get those clothes off."
Pat felt the sting of humiliation burning through her as she began to undress, but along with it was a growing excitement and a feverish need that was making her heart beat faster with each second. She could feel her nipples stirring and beginning to harden as she slipped off her blouse and exposed her tits to the girl.
"Come here," Roxanne ordered, motioning with her hand. "Don't take your shorts off yet. Let me play with your tits for a minute first."
Moving up to the edge of the bed, Pat put her hands on her hips and closed her eyes as Roxanne's fingers groped for her breasts and squeezed them with a surprising pressure. Within seconds, both nipples were gorged with hard life and pressed flush into the palms of the girl's hands.
"You've got big tits, Big Sister!" she laughed softly. "Like mine are going to be in a couple more years. We've even got the same color nipples."
Pat's eyes opened and darted down to the girl's chest. It was true. The same large, dark brown nipples and haloes which pointed from the tips of her own breasts were almost exactly duplicated on Roxanne's. It was like looking into a mirror and seeing a younger reflection of herself.
"Touch mine, too," the girl coaxed. "You don't have to be bashful, you know. I've seen you in action, remember. I want us to make love just as hot as you did with your little friend last night."
Pat's hands were trembling as she reached down to cup the two firm tits on the younger girl's chest. It felt like a series of little electric shocks ran through her fingers and up into her arms as she squeezed the solid flesh and watched the nipples pushing out in excited hardness. Her throat felt as dry as bone, but when her tongue flicked nervously over her lower lip she was surprised by how much saliva was in her mouth.
"Kiss them," Roxanne commanded. "Bend down and kiss those tits for me. Make my nipples hard as rubber with your mouth."
Pat hesitated a moment, knowing that she was on the brink of no return. There was still a chance that Mrs. Marchant wouldn't believe Roxanne's story, if Pat was willing to face the confrontation. She could still pull back and take her chances on the consequences. But deep inside herself she knew she didn't want to stop. Her body was tingling all over with sexual excitement and a need that this girl would be able to satisfy with her hot flesh. She knew that if she made so much as a single move toward fulfilling that need, she would not be able to stop until she'd gone all the way.
"Come on," Roxanne growled, reaching for Pat's head and pulling her down toward the waiting tits. "Suck them for me, Big Sister. Show me how good you are with your mouth."
Her body rocked slowly back and forth; her hands twitched restlessly against the solid breasts she held. Her eyes darted toward the door and windows, wondering if anyone else might be outside watching them. The curtains seemed tightly closed and she recalled having slipped the door bolt into place when she let Roxanne into the cabin. It was safe. All she needed was her own instinct to push her over the edge.
"Come on! Suck! They're waiting for you! Put your mouth on those tits and suck, Big Sister!"
With a little groan of surrender, Pat suddenly dropped to her knees on the floor alongside the bod and smothered her face in the warm pillow of tit on the younger girl's chest. Her tongue flicked through her moistened lips and began to stroke up and down the solid mounds, making spirals that drew closer and closer to the pulsing nipples. When she slipped one of them inside her mouth at last, the thing felt so hard she was fearful of biting it with her teeth in case it exploded.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh!" Roxanne moaned, settling herself down on the bed as Pat made love to her tits. "That's the way! It feels so good! Lick them! Lick those tits all over for me! I love how you use that big wet tongue of yours! I can't wait to feel it inside my cunt!"
Knowing now that it was too late to turn back for any reason, Pat let herself go completely. She began to make love to the girl with no reservations, no hesitations, no reluctance. Her flesh was Pat's, to do whatever she wanted with.
Burrowing her mouth down on one tit at a time, she sucked the nipples deeply between her lips and licked them furiously. When she let them pop free of her mouth with a wet, smacking noise, the brown nubs and the wide circles surrounding them glistened with the sheen of her spittle. Her hands groped down the length of Roxanne's body. Over her chest… across her belly… fumbling with the button on her shorts… opening it… spreading them apart… pushing them down… uncovering more and more female flesh… finding hair… a thick patch… soft flesh beneath it.
"Oh, yes! Yes!" the girl moaned, as she felt Pat's fingers stroking through the tangle of thick brown hair between her legs. "Touch my pussy! Feel it all over! Make me wet for you, so you'll taste me as soon as you put your tongue on me! Go on! Do it!"
Pat didn't have to be told. She was too far gone by then. Her body was roused by the primitive instincts of sex and her need was expressing itself through every movement of her hands and mouth. Scrambling up onto the bed with Roxanne, she got onto her knees between the girl's spread legs and pushed her face between them. She was surprised by the heat she felt coming from the young girl's cunt. It was like shoving her face into a red-hot oven.
"Lick it! Lick it!" Roxanne moaned, thrashing her body on the mattress as Pat's tongue began to explore her cunt. "Lick it! Make my hair sopping wet with your spit! Make it run down into my hole when it drools from your mouth! Go on! Stick that tongue of yours in there!"
Pat took a firm grip on the girl's thighs and pulled them far apart. Looking down, she could see the red meat of Roxanne's cunt through the heavy bush of dark hair. The outer lips of the hole seemed to be winking at her in invitation, flexing open and closed as the girl worked the muscles inside. Her mind was spinning dizzily with lust. Her senses seemed completely engulfed in cunt. The aroma of Roxanne's hole was subtle, but filled Pat's nostrils like an intoxicating drug. The feel of that crisp hair against her fingers as she rubbed them back and forth across the outer lips was like the touch of finest mink to her. And the taste, too, made her mouth drool with hunger.
"Do it to me," Roxanne whimpered, her own senses reeling with lust that matched Pat's. "Please! I need it so bad! Do it to me! Stick your tongue in there and lick me! Make me come! Oh, please! Put your tongue in my hole and lick me until you've made me come all over your mouth!"
"Yes! Yesssssssssss!" Pat gasped.
As she lowered her face to the waiting cunt, Roxanne suddenly lifted her other leg up and bent it at the knee, so that her body formed a sort of cradle for Pat's head to nestle into. With her ass raised off the mattress, her cunt was high in the air and wide open for the first thrust of Pat's hot tongue.
"Oh, God!" the girl screamed, as she felt the warm, wet tongue lap over the opening of her cunt and then wriggle slowly inside it. "Yesssssssss! Like that! Stick it in as far as it'll go and lick me clean!"
Once her tongue was inside the girl's cunt, Pat broke down the last of her restraints. Her pulse was pounding crazily, and her heart seemed about to burst if it didn't slow down its wild throbbing, but nothing could have stopped her until she'd drawn out the full stream of thick juice from Roxanne's delicious young cunt. The taste of her was habit-forming; the more Pat ate, the more she wanted. Her tongue fluttered frantically in and out of the hole, striking the girl at a slightly different angle with each stab.
It had been so long since she'd put her tongue in another girl's cunt, she'd almost forgotten the differences in taste. Roxanne's hole was nothing like June's. The flavor was entirely different. A little sharper, perhaps, but it was like tasting some strange delicacy for the first time and developing an instant craving for it. Her mouth smacked wetly around the hole as she burrowed deeper and deeper into it, wanting to draw out the juice of orgasm and make her loving complete.
"Oh, oh please!" Roxanne moaned. Her thighs closed in on Pat's head, locking it in place as she worked her cunt up and down against her mouth and stabbing tongue. "I'm so close! Don't stop now! I'm so close!"
Hearing this, Pat's tongue became even more frantic. She shoved it so high into the hot young cunt that it made her throat ache, but she knew by the increasing tension in Roxanne's legs that it wouldn't be much longer before the girl climaxed. She could already taste the first sweet dribbles of juice starting to run from her hole as she worked to burst the rest of it free.
When it happened, it came so unexpectedly that Pat had to pull her face back for a second to keep from being smothered in the hairy flesh of Roxanne's cunt. With a deep moan, the girl thrust herself up at Pat's mouth, and the syrup began to run from her like a volcano shooting out its lava. Her tongue lapped frantically in and out of the hole, not wanting to lose a precious drop of the sweet cream. She took it into her mouth and swallowed, then stabbed her tongue back in the hole for more. Only when the last drop had been brought into her mouth did she lift away from Roxanne's cunt and slide her tongue free.
"Well?" she murmured, looking up at the girl's face with a tender smile. "Was it everything you hoped it would be?"
"More!" the girl swore. "I never dreamed anything could be like that! It felt like you were doing it to me for the very first time; like I'd never had it done to me before."
"Which, of course, you have," Pat smiled.
"Oh, many times!" Roxanne laughed.
"And the other way? Have you done it many times, too?"
"Uh-huh. I don't think I'm as good at it as you are, but I've never had any complaints."
"I'll have to judge that for myself," Pat murmured. She slid up alongside the girl and rolled onto her back. She expected Roxanne to change places with her and return the favor. As the girl got up, Pat closed her eyes and spread her legs apart in expectation. But instead of getting onto her knees between Pat's legs, Roxanne got out of bed and started to put her clothes back on.
"What are you doing?" Pat gulped in surprise and disappointment.
"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm getting dressed."
"Why…?"
"They'll start to wonder where I am if I don't get back to the other girls soon," she explained with a wicked smile. "The movie's almost over by now, you know. Your little friend will be coming back to the cabin soon. You wouldn't want her to catch us like this, would you? Unless you two go in for three-ways, I mean."
"No, of course not," Pat said quickly. The last thing in the world she wanted was for June to find out about what had just happened. She had decided not even to tell her friend that Roxanne had seen them in bed the previous night. It would only make June worry unnecessarily, now that things seemed to have been settled. And yet, the throbbing need inside her was still strong. In the last two nights she had satisfied both June and Roxanne, but neither girl had done the same for her. If it didn't happen soon, she knew, something desperate was liable to happen.
"What's the matter?" Roxanne smiled, as she put on her blouse and quickly buttoned it up. "You look like something's wrong."
"I-I'd just hoped that – that you would…"
"Do the same thing to you that you just did to me?" the girl teased. "Yesssssss!"
Roxanne moved close to the bed and dropped her hand quickly between Pat's legs. Her fingers stroked up and down against her cunt through the shorts she was still wearing. "Would you like me to put my tongue up there and lick you out, too?" she murmured. "Oh, yes!"
"But we don't have time."
"It'll only take a minute…" Pat pleaded. "I'm so hot!"
"Really? Ready to burst, hmmmmmm?" Roxanne's fingers hurriedly opened the zipper on Pat's shorts and parted them enough to reveal the thick bush of black hair surrounding her twitching cunt. She dropped her head and nuzzled her wet mouth against the fleshy warmth.
"Oh, yes!" Pat cried. She felt a hot flash run through her whole body from the touch of the girl's mouth to her hole. Her hands reached down to press Roxanne's head lower, but the instant she touched the girl's head she pulled away with a little laugh. "What -?"
"You'll have to let your girlfriend finish the job tonight, Big Sister," she taunted. "I've got to run. I don't want any bad stories being spread around about me, you know."
"But…"
"Oh, don't look so upset!" she laughed, as she stopped at the door. "You'll get me to stick my tongue up there; don't worry. But you've got to coax me a little first." She slipped the bolt open and pulled back the door. "And just think, Big Sister, you've got all summer to coax me! All summer long!"