The ashtray alongside Pat Fulton's bed was slowly but surely turning into a mountain-high mound of half-smoked cigarette butts and discarded matches. No sooner had she crushed out one smoke than she was leaching for the pack to light another. She usually chain smoked when she was nervous or depressed or highly emotional about something. That night, after Roxanne's departure from the cabin, Pat felt a little of all three emotions, and her smoking habit became more and more restless as she waited for June to return.
The high state of nerves she felt that night came, too, from a raging sexual need inside her that had yet to be satisfied. She knew that if she'd masturbated while eating Roxanne's cunt, she wouldn't feel such a keen edge of frustration, but she had assumed the girl would return the favor after she'd finished. The last thing she'd expected was for the girl to walk out, leaving Pat's own body still hot with frustration. She still could have worked her fingers in and out of her hole until she had a climax, but that night she didn't want that particular brand of gratification. She got enough of it during the long winter months at school, when there were no other girls around to do the job for her. She craved physical contact. Mouth-loving from another girl was what she needed most, and the best prospect for giving her that was June Halstead.
Remembering how wonderful it had been the previous summer, when she and June made wild, uninhibited love to one another almost every night from right after turning the girls in until morning, made matters no better. It didn't seem fair to her that June should have changed so abruptly, with no advance warning. Looking forward to a summer of lovemaking, she found herself facing endless months of frustration head-on. Unless, that is, Roxanne proved to be more than just the little tease Pat suspected her to be.
"Everything for everyone else," she thought bitterly, "and nothing for me. Well, that's going to stop right now. I want something out of all this, too."
Even as the words went through her mind, she heard the knob turn on the cabin door and looked up to see June slipping inside.
"Oh, you're still awake," she said with a strange, almost bashful smile.
"Yeah, I'm still awake," Pat muttered. "Where've you been?"
"You know there were movies at the lodge tonight…"
"Yeah, I know. And I also know they ended more than an hour ago. Where've you been in the meantime?"
"What is this?" June laughed nervously. "An inquisition?"
"Sort of, yeah." Pat's eyes held her lover's in grim determination, demanding an answer.
As June began to strip off her clothes, she turned her back to Pat as though in embarrassment to be seen nude by her, for fear of where it might lead.
"Oh, well, you know how the girls get after they've had a little freedom and have been allowed to stay up late. It took me a long while to get them all settled down in their bunks."
"What did you have to do to get them quiet?" Pat cracked. "Or shouldn't I ask?"
"What do you mean by that?" June asked, whirling around with her blouse half-off and her eyes flashing with anger.
"You know what I mean. I guess you had to sing Mimsy Colberg to sleep, huh? So she won't have bad dreams about wicked old dykes grabbing her in the dark?"
"You're behaving like a fool right now, Pat, and I wish you'd stop it."
"Why? Did I hit too close to the truth? Were you with her? Maybe you took her for a little walk in the woods, to show her there's nothing to be afraid of? Except you, of course."
"If you don't stop this," June warned, "I'm going to get very angry with you in about two seconds."
"Hah!" Pat laughed bitterly, "At least anger would be some emotion. Which is more than I've been able to get out of you since we got here yesterday."
"Not that again," she sighed wearily, dropping her blouse onto a chair and reaching to open the zipper on her shorts. "I thought we went all through that last night and you understood how I felt."
"Yeah, we did," Pat agreed. "But I don't think you understand how I feel, baby."
Ignoring her, June dropped her shorts to the floor and stepped out of them. She wore only panties now, with her breasts bared. She pulled down the covers on her bed and got in under them. As her hand reached out to snap off the light between the two bunks, Pat's hand snapped to grab and stop her.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"Putting out the light, of course. I'm tired and I want to get some sleep. I've got four classes tomorrow and I'm going to need my rest."
"What about what I need? Tonight?"
"Pat," she sighed, "I'm not going to go over it with you again. I'm sorry about what happened last night. I guess I never should have let you – do what you did. It was wrong of me to let you get your hopes up for nothing."
"I'm not talking about what happened last night; I'm talking about what didn't happen."
"I don't…" June swallowed hard and shifted her eyes from Pat's. "Oh."
"Yeah. Oh. I'm still waiting for my turn, honey."
June's hand fluttered to be free of her friend's grip. "Did you have your talk with Roxanne?" she asked.
"Don't try to change the subject…"
"Did you?"
"Yes, dammit, I did!"
"And…?"
"And what?"
"Is she going to cause any more trouble?"
"Who knows?" Pat shrugged, "Probably. She's that kind of a girl. Trouble is almost second nature to her." For a moment she was tempted to tell June that Roxanne had seen them making love the night before, then quickly discarded the idea. It might get too complicated if June knew. She might get all sorts of crazy notions into her head; maybe even go to Mrs. Marchant and make a clean breast of things, hoping that the camp owner would forgive and forget. She didn't know people and their prejudices the way Pat did.
"Did she agree to leave Mimsy alone?" June asked.
"Yeah." Her eyes scanned her lover's face with barely concealed rage. "The field's clear for you now, honey."
"Will you stop that kind of talk? Please? I've told you a dozen times already, I'm not interested in Mimsy that way."
"What way are you interested in her?"
"Oh, you're impossible!" June snapped, pulling her hand free from Pat's grip. She snapped out, the bedside light and plunged the cabin into almost total darkness. "Good night!"
As June rolled over on her side, turning her back to Pat, the other girl pushed back her covers and got out of bed. She was nude, but it was not the slight chill in the night air that made her body tremble as she moved slowly toward June's bed. The need in her, mingled with conflicting emotions of anger and jealousy, made it almost impossible to control what she was doing.
"Just a minute!" she snapped, pulling back June's covers and turning on the light once again. "I'm not finished talking with you yet!"
"What more is there to say?" June sighed.
"How about, 'Let me make love to you, Pat,' for openers? I'm sure I can think of something else to say after that."
"I don't want to say that, because I don't want to make love to you. Now will you please get back in your own bed and leave me alone?"
"No! No way, honey. You and me have a little date tonight, whether you know it or not. I've been bottled up inside for months now and unless you help me do something about it, I'm going to burst. And if that happens," she warned, "you might be very, very sorry you've treated me like this."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I don't suppose it would be very hard for me to find out the last name of your little college boy," Pat hissed. "He might be very interested in reading some certain letters I've been saving ever since the summer ended last year. He might like to know what kind of a girl he's getting involved with."
"You wouldn't dare!" June gasped.
"Wouldn't I? Don't push me, honey, because desperate people sometimes do desperate things. I might even find a letter or two that would interest your parents if they were to read them, and I know where they live."
"Oh, I hate you!" June spat. "I never thought when I wrote those letters that you'd use them against me."
"And I never thought when I read those letters that you'd treat me like this," Pat countered. "I thought you meant what you said in them."
"I did – at the time."
"But not now?"
"Things change, Pat. People change, too. You can't expect things to stay as they are forever."
"I'm not worried about forever; I'm just thinking about how I'll get through tonight. I've got a pretty good idea, but I'm going to need your help." Pulling the covers on June's bed further down, she slipped onto the mattress beside her and tried to take her in her arms. June resisted, pulling away as Pat's mouth reached to kiss hers.
"Stop this, Pat! I won't let it happen again!"
"You've got no choice, honey. It's already happening, whether you like it or not." As though to prove her point, she dropped her hand down between June's legs and groped with her fingers through the soft fuzz until she found the opening of her hole. The middle finger nudged against the slit, trying to push its way in despite June's resistance.
"No… please… Pat… don't…"
"You know you want me to do this to you," she murmured. "And you know you want to do the same things to me. If you'd just stop carrying on and let yourself go…"
To her astonishment, June suddenly whirled around in the bed and struck her a stinging blow across the cheek. Her eyes were flashing with rage as she pushed her away. "Get out of my bed! Get out this instant! If you don't, I'm going to report you to Mrs. Marchant! I'll tell her everything, no matter what it means to either of us!"
"Baby," Pat growled in a low, threatening voice, "I didn't want it to be like this, but you asked for it."
With a quick movement, she caught June by the arm and twisted until the girl was crying out with pain. Holding fast to her, she turned her body around until she was facing her, then stretched herself out on the bed and shoved June down between her legs.
"Get your head down there and make love to me!" she snarled. "I don't care what you do afterwards. If you want to go to Marchant, fine. But you're not stepping one foot outside this cabin until you've eaten my cunt!"
"No! Never! You'll never make me do it!" June screamed.
Pat's hand swung out and struck the girl hard on the face. "That's only a sample of what you're going to get if you scream like that again!" she warned. "I'm just in the mood to do a whole lot of harm to somebody tonight, baby, and if you're determined it's going to be you there's nothing I can do to hold myself back. Take your choice: either you do what I want you to willingly, or you do it by force. Which is it going to be?"
"I hate you!" June hissed. "I really hate you. I never saw you like this before; it's like you're a completely different person."
"That's right; I am! I'm a girl who needs sex, and the reason you never saw me like this before is because you always were willing to give me sex."
"I wish I'd never seen you. I wish I'd never come to this camp again, knowing you'd be here."
"I don't care what you wish, just get down there and put some tongue in my pussy!"
June shuddered in revulsion from the crudeness of Pat's outcries, but she knew there was little she could do to stop what was happening. With those letters in her possession, Pat could ruin her life forever. Her parents would never get over the shock of knowing their daughter had once had lesbian relations with another girl, nor would Gary, the boy she loved in college. In the crazy mood Pat was in that night, she seemed capable of anything. Even such a desperate measure of revenge as sending those letters she'd once written to her.
"And what if I do what you say?" June asked. "Will you give me back my letters and leave me alone for the rest of the summer?"
"It depends," Pat said with a cruel smile.
"On what?"
"On how well you do me right now. If you completely satisfy me, I'll think about giving the letters back to you. If not – well, you'd better start looking for a new boyfriend."
"You're contemptible!"
"Yeah, and I'm also horny as hell. So get your mouth down there and start working; I'm starting to get bored with this conversation."
Even as the words left her mouth, Pat had to shudder at the realization of how much she had sounded like Roxanne. Even her behavior, using the threat of blackmail to get the sex she wanted, was like the girl's. What was it she said, Pat thought quickly. "We're cut from the same cloth?" Something like that. But it wasn't true, she vowed. Roxanne treated people as she did out of sheer enjoyment from the pain she caused; Pat knew she was behaving as she was only because her need was so desperate. They weren't at all alike, she swore.
Holding tightly to June's head, she pushed her down between her legs and closed her thighs tightly in on her. She could feel June's breath blowing against her cunt, and the sensation sent sharp tingles of excitement shooting through her. The inside of her cunt felt like a cooking volcano, about to erupt its gusher of hot lava at the least provocation. She wanted satisfaction as quickly as possible, but at the same time she hoped she would be able to hold on long enough to enjoy the pleasure of June's lips and tongue working her over at least as long as she'd done for her the previous night.
"Get down on it!" she ordered. "Open your mouth, for crissake! Stick your tongue in there! Start doing something, damn you!"
Slowly, resentfully, June wriggled her tongue from her mouth and started to lick up and down the dark-haired outer slit of Pat's crack. Her nostrils flared as she inhaled the aroma of hot cunt, and her nose tickled from the feel of the thick bush surrounding it. She'd often put her mouth to that same cunt in the past, but it had never been under such circumstances. Always before, when she and Pat were summer lovers, she had wanted to use her mouth like this and had done so willingly and joyfully; being forced to do it against her will made the act somehow degrading and repellent. She could feel a slight wave of nausea gurgling in her throat as she began to prod the tip of her tongue against the opening to the other girl's hole.
"That's right!" Pat gasped. "Now you're starting to cook, baby! Put that tongue in there! Stick it up that juicy hole and lick me 'til I cream all over your mouth!"
Hearing those words made June gag slightly, but she nudged her tongue further into the hot crack and began to lick the moist, jelly-like membranes on both sides of the deep tunnel. It was funny, she thought, how all the little tricks and secrets she had learned about cunt-lapping the previous summer were coming back to her now. It was almost as though nothing had changed and she was still doing what she wanted most in the world.
But things had changed, June knew. Pat was no longer her lover, and what she was forcing her to do to her had nothing at all to do with the tenderness of loving. This was like rape, in a way, as she twisted her thighs tighter and tighter around June's head and thrust that hot, dripping cunt up and down at her face with more and more reckless abandon as her passion mounted.
If Gary had never come into her life, June knew, she might be enjoying this as much as she had in the past. But the boy had shown her the intense pleasure of a different kind of lovemaking and ever afterward things couldn't be the same for her with Pat or any other girl. It was like she had grown up during the last months of school and what she was now doing was a relic of her foolish, childhood days. This was something that girls did for one another because they didn't know anything better, she thought. Surely, if Pat had known the same joy she had, June thought, she wouldn't be so insistent on this kind of sex. She would know that a wriggling wet tongue, no matter how skillfully it was used, was no substitute for a long, thick, pumping cock moving in and out of her cunt.
"Deeper! Deeper!" Pat moaned, rocking her cunt from side to side as June's twitching tongue curled around inside it. "Stick that tongue all the way in me, baby! Stretch it as far as it'll go! Make me feel sparks from it shoot all the way up to my belly!"
June's mouth made wet, gurgling noises as her lips smacked open and shut against the pulsing cunt. Her tongue was starting to get sore from stretching in and out of the hot hole. She knew by the increasing tension in Pat's body that it wouldn't be much longer before she reached a climax, and the faster and harder she licked her cunt, the sooner it would happen. But at the same time, she dreaded the orgasm that would flood her mouth with the sticky syrup of Pat's hole. She wished she could pull her head away before all that thick juice dribbled into her mouth, but the way the girl's thighs were holding her tightly in place she knew it would be impossible. She was trapped by Pat's flesh; doomed to stay there until the bitter end.
"Oh, come on! Come on, baby!" Pat gasped, thrusting herself more violently up from the bed. "I'm so close! Eat me, baby, and make me come! Do it for me! I'm so close!"
She raised her head slightly from the pillow and stared down the length of her naked body. A hot little thrill shot through her as she stared at June's bobbing head moving between her thighs. It was almost as exciting for her to watch her cunt being eaten by the other girl as it was to experience the feeling itself. It was almost like June was her love-slave, she thought. Her willing little servant, who would do anything she was ordered to do. Even push her face into her mistress's cunt and use her tongue to give her the satisfaction her body craved.
"Wouldn't I love to have a picture of this to send to your boyfriend!" she thought wickedly, staring down at Pat's blonde head between her legs. "Of course, with your face pushed halfway up my cunt he'd have a little trouble recognizing you, but he sure as hell wouldn't have to wonder what you were doing! No sir, baby! You're eating cunt!"
Suddenly, from somewhere deep inside her, a rush of tenderness for the girl came flooding through Pat's mind and body. It could have been so wonderful for them this summer, she thought, if only things hadn't changed while they were apart during the last months. She recalled all the nights of the past summer at the camp, when they'd made love until it was almost daybreak, then fallen asleep locked in one another's arms with the sweat of loving still clinging to their flesh. There would be none of that this time, she knew. As soon as June had brought her off, she'd want to pull away and have nothing more to do with her. What she was doing wasn't the same as it once had been. It was just raw sex. Satisfying, yes, but with none of the intense love in it that had once made such an act the ultimate satisfaction for them both.
Something had changed it all, she thought. Probably this was the last time she would ever feel June's tongue moving in and out of her cunt, or feel the warm drool from her mouth running from her open lips and sopping into the thick bush of black hair surrounding the hole. It made Pat's heart ache to think June wouldn't even be doing it now if she wasn't being forced. For a moment she considered relaxing the pressure of her thighs around her head and letting June pull free before she climaxed. It might make a difference if June understood how she felt. Perhaps later on, as the days of summer passed into weeks and they became close to one another again, she would change her mind and want to resume their affair. How much better it would be, she thought, if June wanted to make love to her like this. How much more intense the feeling would be for them both.
But then again, she quickly thought, there was no guarantee that such a change would happen. Maybe June would never be her lover again, no matter what she did or how she tried to recreate the past. It might be foolish to release her, when satisfaction was so close she could almost taste it. She'd gone to sleep the previous night in sexual frustration, and the encounter with Roxanne earlier that evening had done little to give her peace of mind. If she didn't climax soon, she knew, she would be in a wild state of frustration.
Besides, she thought angrily, turn-about was only fair play. Hadn't she eaten June's cunt until the girl climaxed? Wasn't it only right that she should return the favor? Didn't she have as much of a right to gratification as anyone else?
Her thighs squeezed with the last ounce of pressure left in them, and she ground her wet, hairy cunt up at June's face. "I'm ready, baby!" she panted. "Hold on! Just keep pushing that hot little tongue of yours in there, because I'm ready now! I'm going to give you a big, big drink of my juice! Open your mouth wide, baby, because here – it – aaaaaahhhhhhhhhh! – comes!"
With a shudder that rocked her whole body, she thrust herself up against June's face and let the dam inside her cunt burst free. Her legs trembled around the other girl's neck as she felt the warm ripples moving through her hole, sending gusher after gusher of thick, bitter-tasting cream pouring over June's tongue and into her mouth. She could hear her gagging and making choking noises in her throat as she tried to swallow down the thick outpour, but her thighs held the girl firmly in place until the last convulsion had eased away. She was determined that every drop of her juice was going to find its way into June's mouth and not be wasted by dribbling onto the sheet or sticking in the tangle of wet hair outside her cunt. This was an orgasm she wanted June to taste in her mouth for days afterward, as a reminder of all she'd given up. Maybe, Pat hoped, it would re-awaken the desire in her and force her to realize that no man's vile cock or its sour-tasting cum could hope to be a substitute for the bliss of another girl's body taken in love.
When at last she had stopped coming and June's tongue lay motionless inside her hole, she eased her thighs apart and dropped them slowly back onto the mattress. June pulled her head away a few moments later. There was a distant, almost dazed look to her eyes as she stared up at Pat's face.
"Darling!" the girl whispered, reaching down to pull her up into an embrace. "Oh, my sweet angel! That was so wonderful! I can't tell you how happy it's made me…"
"Is that all?"
June's voice sounded so unexpectedly cold and hard that for a moment Pat was at a loss for words. "Wh-what?" she stammered. She felt a little chill run through her as she watched the cold hatred in the girl's eyes turn her face into an ugly mask of loathing.
"I said is that all you want from me? You got what you asked for; can I go to sleep now?"
All of the warmth and tenderness and loving she'd felt for the girl slowly drained out of Pat as she confronted those hard, frozen features. In their place carne a cold fury of her own. She swung her legs off June's bed and got shakily to her feet.
"Baby," she hissed angrily, as she crossed the room to her own bunk, "for all I care, you can go to hell now if you want to."