The woods were dark at night and Pat couldn't help stumbling every few feet over concealed tree roots and other undergrowth in her path as she made her way from the cabin toward a prearranged meeting place with Roxanne down near the lake. "Damn her!" she muttered angrily, as she stopped to rub a sore toe she'd just stubbed on a hidden rock. "This better be as important as she says it is, or there'll be one spoiled little bitch found floating in the lake tomorrow morning!"
Earlier that evening, when all the counselors and their girls had assembled at the lodge for the dinner meal, Roxanne had maneuvered her way into the chow line so that she stood directly behind Pat and was able to whisper to her without any of the other girls around them overhearing.
"I've got to see you tonight," the girl hissed, giving Pat a little poke in the back with her finger. "It's important."
Pat slowly turned her head and gave the girl a long, withering look. "Forget it," she rasped, then turned her head away.
"Listen, I said this is important! You'd better meet me tonight, or you'll regret it!"
Pat once again turned her head to look at the girl. This time there was fire dancing angrily in her eyes. "Now you listen, you miserable little bitch!" she hissed. "You're not blackmailing me any more. I don't want to have anything to do with you again, do you get that? And if that makes you want to go to Mrs. Marchant and tell her what you know about me, go right ahead. Be my guest. As a matter of fact, she's sitting right over there at that table. Why don't I take you over and introduce you to her right now, so you won't waste any time? Huh? Come on!"
"Pat, please!" the girl exclaimed, trying to pull her arm free of her hand as she tried to pull her out of the chow line and drag her, if necessary, across the room to the camp's owner's table. "You're making a scene! Everyone's starting to look at us!"
"Don't you want to go? Don't you want to tell her something?"
"No!" Roxanne cried, and there were tears of fear beginning to glisten in the corners of her eyes.
"Are you sure about that? Because if you don't go now, you'll never be able to threaten me with going to her in the future. You understand that, don't you?"
"Yes," the girl gulped, nodding her head slowly up and down.
"All right." Pat pulled her hand away from Roxanne's arm as though it was something unclean and crawling with lice. "Now don't you ever get in my way again for the rest of the summer. Understand me? Don't even cross my path."
"Pat…"
"I don't want to speak to you, I don't want you to speak to me, I don't want to see you except when it's absolutely necessary, I don't want…"
"Pat, please!" Roxanne cried, clinging frantically to her arm. "Will you just listen to me a minute? I wasn't trying to blackmail you again. Honest I wasn't."
"Like hell!" she snorted.
"What I wanted to see you about has nothing to do with that. It's something different. Something important that you should know about."
"Yeah? What?" Pat grunted.
Roxanne's eyes darted nervously up and down the chow line, then back to Pat's stern face. "I can't tell you now. I know – I know that sounds corny and contrived, but I can't. Not here, with all these people around. There's no telling what you might do…"
"What I might do? What the hell are you talking about?"
"I said I can't tell you here. I'll have to meet you somewhere later, after the others have gone to sleep. Somewhere private. Maybe down by the lake…"
"Now look," Pat warned, "if this is another one of your little tricks…"
"It's not a trick! I swear it!"
Pat's eyes stared at the girl for several agonizingly long moments before she spoke, searching her face for even the slightest hint that she was lying or planning another trap to force Pat into having sex with her again. Either she was telling the truth, she finally decided, or the girl was a more skilled liar than she'd given her credit for being.
"All right," she rasped, her voice a low growl of words, "there's a place down by the lake. To the left, away from the lodge. They call it 'Indian Lookout', because of the rock pile."
"Yes, I know the place," Roxanne nodded.
"I'll meet you there at eleven o'clock. And you'd better be on time."
"I will," the girl promised.
Pat's hand suddenly reached out and caught her again by the arm, squeezing so tightly she made the girl grimace. "I'm just warning you, though, bitch, that if this does turn out to be one of your stunts, it's going to cost your Mommy and Daddy an arm and a leg to pay for a plastic surgeon to put your face back together after I get done rearranging it! Get me?"
"Yes," Roxanne nodded fearfully. "I get you."
Pat half-expected the girl not to be there when she came out of the woods at last and stepped into the little clearing that led down to the lake and the pile of rocks that had been called "Indian Lookout" by two decades of Summer Sisters campers. She had to blink her eyes to adjust them to the sudden change from the darkness of the woods to the startling brightness of moonlight reflected on the wide surface of the lake. Glancing around, she saw nothing at first. Then a slight movement from the rocks caught her eyes and she moved quickly toward them.
"Pat?" came a fearful whisper.
"No, it's Jack the Ripper," she snorted. "Of course it's me; who else were you expecting?"
"I didn't know if anyone followed me or not," Roxanne explained, as she stepped out of her hiding place behind one of the large, flat-surfaced rocks.
"Didn't you make sure no one saw you?" Pat snapped angrily. "I thought you'd have the common sense to be careful."
"I was, but you never know. Anyway, it's you, so there's nothing to worry about."
"That's what you think!" Pat cracked. "I haven't heard your story yet."
"There's plenty of time for that," Roxanne smiled. "Why don't you climb up here on this rock with me and we'll talk for a while? About… other things, I mean."
"I'm warning you…"
"Oh, come on!" the girl murmured. "You're grouchy as an old bear tonight. You were much more friendly to me the last time we were alone together."
"Can that crap!" Pat snapped, as she sprang up onto the rock and towered over the kneeling girl with both hands clenched into fists at her sides. "What's this hot information you had to tell me?"
"I don't think I'm going to tell you after all," Roxanne pouted, affecting a little-girl voice as she turned away from Pat. "Not after the nasty way you've been treating me all night. Telling me at dinner that you never wanted to see me or speak to me or…"
"Listen, you!" Pat snarled, grabbing hold of the girl's shoulder and spinning her roughly around. The turn was so sudden and caught Roxanne so off-balance that she fell backwards and dropped hard onto her behind. Her eyes blinked with pain as Pat moved toward her. "I warned you, didn't I, what I'd do to you if this was a trick?"
"Go ahead and beat me up, if you want to, but it won't make me tell what I know!" Roxanne cried. "And it's not a trick. You're going to be very, very sorry you treated me like this tonight, Pat."
There was something in the tone of the girl's voice that frightened Pat into believing she was telling the truth. Whatever information she knew must be of importance to Pat – but what it could be about she hadn't the vaguest notion.
"All right," she muttered, dropping down to squat alongside Roxanne, "I'm sorry. Maybe I have been a little rougher on you than I should, but don't you think you've given me good reason to suspect you? I've been through all this once before, remember."
"You hurt me," Roxanne sobbed, turning her head away. "And you hurt my feelings, too. I don't see why I should tell you anything after that."
"Is it really important, Roxanne? Something I really should know?"
"Well of course it is!" the girl snapped, her voice instantly changed from the tearful, injured child to the bitchy almost-woman. "Do you think I'd be making a fuss like this if it wasn't?"
"Then why don't you tell me what it is, and stop all this childish nonsense?"
"Not until you make up to me," Roxanne pouted.
"How…?"
"You know how!" Her head turned quickly to face Pat and her eyes were shining with unconcealed lust. "Don't you?"
Slowly, feeling the rage of frustration creeping through her once again from being outwitted by this teenage conniver, Pat nodded her head up and down. "Sure," she muttered. "I know."
In her heart and in her mind, she guessed she always knew it would come down to this. Roxanne was far too clever to give away something for nothing. Although Pat didn't know what the "something" was, she had a very clear idea of what she'd have to do to find out. In a way, she thought, maybe it was part of the reason why she'd agreed to the meeting in the first place. Maybe she wanted Roxanne to outsmart her a second time and force her into having sex. It had been several days since Pat last had gratified her hunger for the taste of cunt and she could not deny that the need inside her was almost unbearable. Maybe, she thought, this really was a sort of little game, and she had played her part in it as skillfully as Roxanne had done with hers.
"Good," the girl purred, as a broad smile crept across her face. "Then we won't have to waste any more time by me telling you."
"Where do you want me to do it to you?" Pat growled.
"Between my legs, of course!"
"I didn't mean that and you know it. Do you want me to do it right here on the rock?"
"On the rock!" Roxanne giggled. "Hmmmmmm! I've done it in lots of crazy places, but never on a rock before! But why not? Yes, I want you to eat me right here! On the rock!"
"Thanks," Pat muttered. "That'll do my knees a helluva lot of good."
"You can kneel on our clothes, silly!" the girl giggled.
"You mean we've got to undress for this?"
"Sure! Do you think I'm going to miss the opportunity of being stark naked under the moonlight for the first time I get my pussy eaten on a rock? Honestly! You've got no sense of theatre, Pat. So boring, really."
"You know," Pat told her, "a person could get to really hate you, Roxanne. Not just dislike you and not even just detest you, but way-down, gut-deep hate you."
"They say hate is only one expression of love," she smiled.
"They're full of shit!" Pat got up and started to open her blouse. "Well, come on. If I've got to go through with this, let's get it over with as quickly as possible."
"It won't be that quick," Roxanne teased, rolling the end of her tongue slowly over her bottom lip. "I've masturbated five times today, so it's going to take a lot of work for you to bring me off again. I might even take a little snooze while you're working on me. In case I get bored, I mean."
"And you just might find yourself taking that snooze at the bottom of the lake, if you don't watch yourself," Pat threatened. "I can only be pushed so far, you know. Even by you."
"I've heard that said before," Roxanne laughed. "But it usually turns out the people who say they can't be pushed any further can be pulled further."
"I wouldn't try it if I were you."
Once again, Pat found herself with two very different emotions at war inside her. On the one hand, she hated Roxanne for the power she had over her and the ruthless way she used it. She knew, even before anything happened, even as they were both still undressing, that Roxanne wouldn't make the slightest move toward satisfying her body. Pat's fulfillment would have to be her own concern; the girl was interested only in using Pat to get her own satisfaction. On the other hand, however, all this was also very exciting to her. She felt strange chills of emotion running through her body as she watched Roxanne taking off her clothes, knowing that soon she would be forced to put her mouth between those sleek young legs and use her tongue between that hairy bush until she'd coaxed the juice of orgasm from the girl's cunt. It was the oddly sexual and very unexplainable thrill of being someone's slave that excited Pat's lust. Any slave will feel a degree of hatred toward his master or mistress, for hate is bought at the cost of one's freedom. But the bonds that hold one person to another body and soul can be emotional as well as physical, and these are the marks of the strongest slavery and cause for the greatest hatred.
"Well?" she muttered, when at last she and the girl were stark naked on the rock. Their bodies glistened in the moonlight, the hair between their legs shining like tangled strands of silk. Pat could feel her throat going dry and her nipples starting to harden with lust as she stared at the ripe young flesh she would soon be doing her best to satisfy. "Aren't you going to lay down?"
Roxanne quickly shook her head. "No. I've decided it's too cold to lay on the rock without a blanket. I'm going to stand up and let you kneel in front of me while you eat me."
"How nice," Pat cracked. "And would you like to rest a book on top of my head, too, so you could read in case you get bored?"
"Did you bring one with you?" Roxanne answered right back. "I wish I'd thought of it. Next time I will."
"Honey, there's not gonna be no next time!" Pat growled.
Without changing her smile for an instant, Roxanne murmured, "Don't be too sure of that." She rippled her fingers slowly down the front of her body, hefting both breasts and pointing them down at Pat's face, then slipped her hand between her legs and widened her stance. As she began to rub her fingers slowly back and forth on her cunt, a glistening sheen began to sparkle on her skin and run through her fingers as a trickle of excitement dribbled from her hole. "You like to watch me do this, don't you?" she whispered softly.
Pat's eyes darted up to meet the girl's, then looked away in embarrassment from the mocking smile she found on her face. It was true, and they both knew it.
"You do like to watch me play with myself," Roxanne chuckled wickedly. "I'll bet right now you're wondering how I had time to do it five times today without getting caught. I'll bet you're imagining how it looked, with my fingers stuck right up this cunt you're looking at and working it until I made myself cream all over my hand. Hmmmmm?" she purred. "Aren't you thinking something like that, Big Sister?"
Pat gulped hard and nodded her head in shame. Her lust had been instantly aroused when the girl mentioned how many times she'd masturbated. Lately, that had been Pat's only source of pleasure, too, and she found it very exciting to imagine other girls doing it to themselves. Especially if the girl was as young and beautiful and well-built as Roxanne, no matter what her personality.
"Do it for me," she found herself whispering. "Please? Let me watch you use your fingers on yourself."
"Oh, no!" Roxanne laughed sharply. "I know what you're trying to do! You think if you talk me into masturbating myself up to a climax it'll make your job easier! Nothing doing! I want your tongue to bring me off, Big Sister!"
"I will!" Pat promised. "I swear I will; I'll do anything you want me to. But just – just play with yourself in front of me for a little while. Just – let me watch. Pretend I'm not even here and that you're doing it to yourself all alone."
Roxanne's eyes sparkled with devilish mischief as she stared down into Pat's tormented face. "You really do get off on watching me do it, don't you? I mean, this idea's really turning you on! Any minute now I expect to see you start panting and sitting up on your hind legs!"
"If that's what you want me to do, I'll do it!" Pat swore. "But please… do me just this one small favor. Let me watch."
"Sure," Roxanne shrugged. "Why not? It might be a kick at that. But why don't you get a ringside seat, Big Sister? Why sit all the way over there? Come on over here and lay down between my legs. That way you can look right up into heaven!"
Hating herself for how much of her sexual need she was revealing, Pat scrambled across the rock and lay down with her hand directly in under the young girl's spread legs. Supporting herself on an elbow, she tilted back her head and gasped aloud in astonishment at what she saw. She'd never looked at another girl's cunt from that angle before and the view, seen for the first time, was so breathtaking it almost made her heart skip a beat. That great, gaping hole with its dark, meaty lips that reached almost to the darker button of the girl's ass. The pile of fur spread around both sides of the cunt like a hairy collar or a bearded man's mouth. When Roxanne flexed her inner muscles and the lips of her cunt parted slightly, Pat could even see up into the darkness of the juicy tunnel itself. She gulped hard as she stared at Roxanne's pulsing clitoris, quivering as it hardened with excitement.
"Like the view?" the girl asked.
"Yes!" came the panted reply. "Please… now… put your fingers in there… let me watch…"
"Anything for my Big Sister!" Roxanne laughed.
Reaching down between her legs with both hands, she spread apart the lips of her cunt and opened her hole wide above Pat's face. She wriggled the tip of her right middle finger between the spongy lips and began to press it into the hole.
"Can you see? Are you watching it go in?"
"Yes! Oh, God! Yessssssss!" Pat hissed. Her own hand strayed instinctively down to her cunt and began to repeat everything she saw the younger girl doing directly over her face and eagerly gaping eyes. She moaned softly in her throat, as much from the pleasure of what she was doing to herself as from watching Roxanne do it at the same time. As the girl's finger pressed deeper and deeper into her juicy slit, so Pat's finger slipped the same depth into her own cunt. When Roxanne used her other hand to spread herself wider open, so did Pat, and when the girl began to wriggle two more fingers in after the first, Pat's hand was eager to follow suit.
"That's right!" Roxanne chuckled, looking down and seeing what Pat was doing to herself. "You do it too, Big Sister. Make yourself feel what I'm feeling. Pretend you're doing it to me."
Pat gulped down what felt like a tennis ball wedged in her throat. Roxanne's words had exactly expressed her very thoughts at that instant. She was imagining her fingers were working in and out of the girl's cunt instead of her own. The sensation she felt between her legs was only secondary to the extreme pleasure her fantasies were shooting through her every nerve. That beautiful young cunt suspended right over her face was driving her crazy. She was no longer content just to watch Roxanne play with herself. Pat wanted to do it for her now. And more. Her mouth ached for the taste of the sweet juice she could pull from that hairy, pretty little hole.
"Oh, no!" the girl laughed, as Pat suddenly lifted herself up and tried to press her mouth against the oozing cunt. "I've changed my mind. I think it'll be more fun to masturbate and make you watch me come, without letting you put a finger on me. It'll serve you right for saying at dinner that you didn't want to have anything to do with me. I'll make your wish come true, and won't you be sorry!"
Once again, Pat was struck to her very core by the depths of the girl's cruelty. She knew very well how worked up she'd made Pat, and knew also that the worst punishment she could inflict on her would be to deny her now what she'd resented being forced upon her only minutes earlier. To make Pat satisfy her with her mouth and tongue now that she'd worked her up to this feverish pitch would be giving her more satisfaction than Roxanne cared to offer. Making her watch what she couldn't have was far more cruel, and also intensely exciting in its sadism.
"That's right!" Roxanne laughed, spreading her cunt wide open with both hands and squatting lower toward Pat's face so she could torment her with a full view of all she couldn't touch. "Just look at it! Look up that juicy young pussy and see what your tongue could have tasted, if only you hadn't been such a mean bitch a little while ago. You didn't want to do it at first, but now you're aching to. And I won't let you! You're just going to watch, Big Sister, and eat your heart out instead of me!"
Pat moaned as though in pain as she watched the girl's fingers slip back into the wet hole and begin to work in and out of it with the skilled precision of much practice. She could see the glisten of cunt juice on the girl's fingers as she pulled them almost all the way out, and heard a little popping sound when she plunged them back into the hole. Her throat ached for just a taste of that goodness. Just a touch. Just a lick.
For almost ten minutes of unbearable torture, she lay on her back on the rock, her own hand moving timidly in and out of her cunt as she watched Roxanne bring herself close to an orgasm time and time again, only to pull her hand away at the last moment and wait until the peak had subsided before continuing. She seemed determined to make Pat suffer for as long as possible before giving in to the release that would being them both satisfaction.
Finally, when Pat's own need was at the breaking point and she knew she couldn't hold back much longer, whether or not Roxanne came with her or before, the girl's legs tensed and her fingers began to shove their way in and out of the hole with ever-mounting friction.
"I'm going to do it this time," she gasped down at Pat. "I'm ready now. I'm going to come, Big Sister. And I'm going to hold my cunt wide open, so I'll come all over your face! Just like rain from heaven! I'm going to cover your face with my juice and make you feel like you're drowning in it!"
"Yes! Yessssssssss!" Pat whimpered. Her fingers moved violently inside her cunt. She threw her head back as a deep howl of release suddenly burst from her and she felt the sticky warmth of her juice flowing down around her hand.
At just that instant, with Pat's head thrown back and her mouth wide open in a cry of satisfaction, Roxanne began to come, too. She quickly slipped her fingers out of her hole after one last shove deep inside it to insure the orgasm would not be lost, then spread apart the meaty lips of her crack and let the full flood of her girl-juice come pouring out and dribble all over Pat's face.
She closed her eyes quickly as she felt the first splash of the sticky fluid drop onto the bridge of her nose. Another glob fell on her left cheek, then one on her upper lip, where it ran down into her open mouth. Tasting the salty-sweetness of it, Pat's own orgasm quickened and she begged Roxanne for more. She raised her head higher, the better to catch more of the dripping juice in her mouth, but it continued to splash across her face wherever it fell. At least half the orgasm splattered somewhere other than into Pat's gaping mouth, with its tongue twitching frantically to lap up any drops that fell within its range.
Finally, seeing there was no more to come, she pushed her face right up against the sopping cunt and began to lick away the dribble that had caught in Roxanne's bush of pubic hair on its way from her cunt. The girl squirmed and laughed that it tickled, but Pat wouldn't let her push her head from between her legs until she was completely satisfied there was no more cum to be lapped up.
"Now, Big Sister," she taunted, "would you like to tell me once again about how you feel about a 'next time'?"
"No." Pat shook her head slowly. After the way she'd just behaved, there was no sense in trying to deny she wasn't hooked on the girl. They both knew that Roxanne had won once again, and most likely would continue to do so in the future.
"Do you know what?" the girl taunted, stepping away from Pat and starting to gather up her clothes to get dressed again. "You made up for being so nasty to me before, so I'm going to tell you my secret."
Pat looked at her in confusion for a moment. In the excitement of what had just happened between them, she'd almost forgotten the reason for their meeting in the first place. It hardly seemed important to her now, whatever it might be.
"Okay," she said slowly. "Should I stay sitting down for this, or do you think it would be safe to start getting dressed?"
She had made the remark with more sarcasm than earnestness, but Roxanne didn't receive it as such. "Maybe you'd better stay sitting. It's going to come as a helluva shock to you, Big Sister."
"What?" Pat's brain was spinning crazily once again, as she tried to imagine what possible information the girl could have that would be so important.
"Well," the girl purred, looking straight into Pat's eyes with a wicked smile on her face, "your girlfriend June is sleeping with Mimsy Colberg."
Pat's first instinct was to imagine she hadn't heard her correctly. Her second instinct, after realizing what she'd heard was what Roxanne had said, was to laugh. "You're joking!"
"I'm not joking, and I'm relieved you're taking it so well. I thought surely you'd go running for the first gun you could find and shoot them both!"
"You're – not joking…"
"Of course not! I saw them doing it! Or, rather, I guess I should say I saw Big Sister June doing it. Mimsy didn't do much except lay back and enjoy it. Afterwards, she licked the cum off June's legs like you just did to me."
"I – don't – believe – it…"
"You'd better believe it, Big Sister!" Roxanne laughed. Her eyes followed Pat as she got shakily to her feet and began to put on her clothes. "It's probably going to happen again. Soon. That kind of hot love affair takes a long time to cool down."
"How do you know this?" Pat demanded. "Where did you see them doing it?"
"Same place I saw you and June doing it," Roxanne laughed cruelly, "I think it was even on the same bed. I followed them, you see. I noticed that Mimsy hadn't gone down to the lake for swimming class with the other girls and I wondered why. I mean, she's terrified of the water. Swims like a rock. I thought maybe she was trying to hide, but then I saw her with Big Sister June and I figured something had to be up. When they went back to your cabin. I crept along behind them and hid until they'd gone inside. You know," she chuckled, "somebody really should tell poor June about those curtains. If she's going to go on giving free shows to everyone who walks past, maybe she'd better think about charging admission!"
Pat's face was white. Her jaw was clenched as tightly together as the fists at her side. Her whole body was trembling and she'd barely heard or understood any of Roxanne's last remarks.
"So that's why!" she thought, her anger mounting like acid in her veins. "It's not that she's giving up girls; she's just giving up me! Like an old car you trade in for a newer model! Well I'll show her! I'll fix her good!"
"You know," Roxanne continued, "I think that June…" She stopped abruptly as Pat suddenly pulled up the zipper on her shorts, turned and began to run back toward the woods and the cabin beyond. "Hey! Pat! Where are you going?" the girl cried after her. "What are you going to do?"
Pat didn't even hear the sound of her voice calling after her as she ran, though. Her fury couldn't have been stopped by the sudden blast of a bomb if it had gone off in front of her.
"Pat?" Roxanne called in vain. "Hey, Pat! What are you going to do?"