Amanda heard the low moan from the seat behind her, but she didn't dare turn to take a look. She knew who were back there. Rhonda Peters, her very best friend, and Rhonda's boyfriend. One of her boyfriends. The guy's name was Jim, and he'd been following Rhonda around for months. He'd even joined the Outdoors Club so he could be around her. Amanda wasn't sure he really gave a damn about being outdoors and taking hikes and all that sort of thing.
"Ohhhh," the sigh came again. Unmistakably Rhonda. She even sighed like that when she was talking about sex, much less engaging in it. Amanda shivered, trying to imagine just exactly what was going on back there. Every so often, Mr. Walker glanced in the rear-view mirror. His eyes met hers and Amanda felt an odd flush and blinked rapidly before smiling and looking away.
It had to be her imagination, but she thought Mr. Walker had been watching her more than usual lately. Of course he was responsible for everyone on this outing to the mountains. He was in charge of the Outdoors Club. He was also the coach for Balford High School. They were in his station wagon, all six of them, not counting Mr. Walker's wife, who was bent over a road map with her flashlight in the seat beside him.
"Jimmy," came the moan again and Amanda heard Rhonda squirming around. "Ohhh, Jimmy!"
"There's a restaurant and gas station," Mrs. Walker was saying. "Why don't we step and let the kids stretch and get a snack?"
As Mr. Walker slowed and a passing truck blasted by with its lights blaring, Amanda pretended to stretch, turning just enough to catch a quick glance at Rhonda and Jimmy. She caught a look of her friend's bare thighs, her rumpled skirt and partly unbuttoned blouse. But in that fleeting moment, she caught more too. She had seen how. Rhonda's panty crotch was pulled to the side to expose her plump, darkly fringed cunt lips. There'd been a glossy wetness there, and as Jimmy's hand had quickly withdrawn, Amanda was certain abet seen the same shiny wetness covering his knuckles. This peek into intimacy made Amanda's heart pound furiously. She felt the urgent need to pee.
When she glanced to the side where Sal Dawson was yawning and blinking his eyes, she noticed how tight his jeans looked at the crotch. With a start, she realized that the boy had a hard-on. Rhonda had spent many hours telling her about such miracles as that. Amanda, though, had never laid eyes on an honest-to-god male cock. Not in the flesh.
"Okay, kids," Mrs. Walker was chirping. "Get out and stretch. We'll meet you in the coffee shop over there."
Everybody piled out of the station wagon except Rhonda and Jimmy. Amanda was having a hard time keeping her mind off what she'd just seen. She wandered back behind the car, keeping her eyes on the back window. Rhonda had her arms around Jim's neck, and they were kissing like people did on the day-time soap operas. Jim moved his head around a lot, and so did Rhonda. For an instant, Amanda glimpsed her friend's pink tongue exchanging wetness with the eager young man whose hands always seemed to be moving. Then, the black-haired beauty threw her head back to expose her long, graceful neck. Amanda edged closer to the station wagon. They seemed too involved in what they were doing to notice her.
"Ohh my!" Amanda gasped, seeing that Rhonda's dress was pulled up again. But what shocked and thrilled her more was the way Jimmy was pushing his finger between her friend's cuntlips. His finger was actually disappearing! Was he just sliding it under Rhonda's slick mound, or was he actually forcing it up into her body?
Rhonda writhed furiously, when Jimmy moved his hand. Her head flopped weakly on the boy's shoulder. Even through the glass, Amanda could see the small shiverings, the long, clutching fingers of Rhonda's pretty hands against Jim's back.
Through the partly opened window Amanda could hear more now.
"Rhonda, you're so wet!"
"Ohhhh, Jimmeeee! Ohhhh, do it slow like that. I think I'm… I'm gonna… gonna…"
"That damned Mr. Walker is gonna be looking for us pretty soon. He's been giving me funny looks. I think he knows we're not just sitting back here with our hands in our laps."
Rhonda giggled through her sigh. "Your hand is in my lap." She bit her lip, tossing her hair in a sophisticated way. "Ohhhhh, wow, that's nice!"
Amanda hurried away from the back of the station wagon. She was weak in the knees and feeling a little irritated at her best friend. She wasn't sure exactly why. Unless she was just a bit envious. But then Amanda never invited the hungry looks of boys. She had always tried to avoid such activity. Her mother had always told her how wrong it was to be a flirt. She even felt guilty when a boy tried to hold her hand.
As she started into the restaurant, she saw Mr. Walker rise from his chair and survey the customers. He was counting heads as usual, and when he discovered that Rhonda and Jim had not yet come into the place, he'd be out looking for them. Amanda hurried back to the station wagon, tapping discreetly on the window as she saw Rhonda's heavy-eyed expression.
The two of them seemed to snap back to the consciousness of the real world, and Rhonda jerked her skirt down and wriggled toward the door. Amanda told her what was up, and the two of them jogged toward the roadside eatery. Rhonda had taken Amanda's hand, and Amanda noticed how damp it was, how it trembled.
"Thanks for the warning," Rhonda panted as they saw Mr. Walker coming out of the place. He saw Rhonda, smiled and waved and went back inside. Rhonda breathed a sigh of relief. "I think he knows what's up."
"What is up?" Amanda wanted to know.
"Jim and I can't seem to keep our hands off each other." Rhonda thought this funny. "Well, it is such a long, boring trip."
"Not for you two, apparently."
They couldn't talk while sitting at the table with the rest of the gang. Amanda was very aware of the fact that she and Rhonda were the only females on this trip. She didn't count Mr. Walker's wife. Her femininity seemed watered down. She was more a nag than anything else. The four boys along kidded them good naturedly, Jim joining in as if to divert attention from the fact that he was getting very chummy with Rhonda in the back seat of the station wagon.
Later, in the restroom, Rhonda confided in Amanda as they splashed cold water on their faces.
"Jim has just about fingerfucked me out of my mind. I was almost going to come when you warned us."
"You were?" Amanda had only heard about such a phenomenon. A climax, an orgasm, coming. She liked the last term best. It had a slangy, sexy sound. Coming. Though ashamed to admit it, Amanda was extremely curious about what happened when a girl came.
"I hope you two don't get caught. You know how prudish Mrs. Walker is. She doesn't even like to ace kids holding hands in public."
"But Mr. Walker has noticed." Rhonda grinned. "And he didn't say anything."
"Are you sure?"
"That's not all he's noticed." Rhonda was brushing her luxuriant black hair. "You should've seen the way he was looking at you as you bent over to pick up a duffel bag when we were loading."
"That's silly. He's a married man."
"Uh-huh." Rhonda's knowing look confused Amanda. When they were back in the car again, Rhonda made sure that Amanda squeezed in back with her and Jimmy. "That guy Ralph is a little too interested in what we're doing. Let him sit up there with Sal and Evan."
They were back on the highway again, and as soon as they'd waited awhile, Rhonda and Jimmy began going at each other like no one was around. Amanda was more shocked than ever, now that she was sitting in the same seat with them. It was impossible not to look. The way Jimmy's hand slipped around under Rhonda's skirt until the skimpy plaid thing was tangled around her waist. The way he squeezed her tits inside her blouse so Mr. Walker wouldn't catch him. And all the while their teacher's eyes flicked up to the rear-view mirror. Amanda felt flushed and squirmy. Maybe it was Rhonda's writhing that was causing that. Amanda sighed and chewed her lip.
Looking down as a truck passed them, the reflected light clearly illuminated her best friend's lap. Again, Jim had pulled her pink panties to one side, revealing the fringe of dark curls on each of her cuntlips and the pink, delicate gloss between. Rhonda's cunt seemed swollen. As if the soft insides wanted to push out like some strange flesh flower. Amanda thrilled at the thought. She glanced down again, taking advantage of every passing car now.
That time she'd clearly seen Jim's finger penetrating Rhonda's body. Though they had not discussed it Amanda had always assumed Rhonda was a virgin like herself. Now she wasn't so sure. Because Jim was poking and stabbing with his middle finger and when he held it deep, Rhonda breathed raggedly and her hips rocked from side to side. Somehow she managed to keep her face a bland mask. But Amanda could hear what she was whispering to the boy beside her.
"Yesss… ohhhh, Jimmy, yes!"
"You gonna come?" he wanted to know.
"I think so. It's tickling wonderfully now! Ohhhh my! Ohhhh woweeee!"
"Don't carry on too much. That damned bastard is trying to figure out why you're wiggling around so much back here."
"I am not wiggling."
"Like hell you're not." Jim eased his finger out of her and Amanda stared with wonder at the glistening wetness that coated his knuckles. She knew that every girl was wet inside her, but she hadn't expected to see that much lubrication on Jim's skin. It made her tingle again. Though she'd never touched herself very intimately, she wondered if her slit was as well-lubricated as her friend Rhonda's was.
"Uhhhh, uhhhhh, Jimmy!" Rhonda gasped, grasping his wrist with both hands as if to guide him. The boy panted, excited by her clutching fingers, mesmerized by her feminine hunger. So engrossed in his petting was he that Amanda was sure the boy was hardly aware of her presence. And Rhonda seemed to have forgotten her too.
"You're not gonna holler, are you?" Jim whispered.
"… try not… ohhh, ohhhh, Jimmeeee, you don't know how that feels!"
"I've been doing this so long my balls ache," he panted back. Amanda saw another car approaching and as the lights flicked by, she looked down to see the swollen lump Jimmy was talking about. His Levi's were stretched taut and the way his hips moved on the seat gave Amanda a giddy, breathless feeling. She knew the rudiments of sex. And she knew what Jim's thrusting movements meant.
"Find me something to bite on," Rhonda panted. "A pencil… anything."
"Here's my ballpoint pen," Jim whispered, jerking it from his shirt pocket. Amanda heard the crunching sound as her friend's teeth broke through the plastic. She was making husky humming sounds deep in her throat, and her eyes were squeezed tightly shut. Then Amanda watched with wonder as Jim's slickened finger slid in and out very fast, the movement making a slurpy, sucking sound as Rhonda's cunt tightened around his knuckles.
It was the violence of Rhonda's last spasms that excited and awed Amanda. She'd heard about how wild lovemaking could be. But she'd never suspected that it could make a girl act so totally uncontrolled. Rhonda chewed the ballpoint pen into fragments as she clutched Jim's wrist with both hands and plunged her hips against his probing fingers. As another car streaked past, Amanda was able to see the small pink nub peeking from the highest point of her friend's, slit. It made a wet, smacking sound whenever Jim caressed it with his thumb. Amanda noticed with some excitement that Jim's thumb looked as slippery wet as Rhonda's swollen slit!
"… Nhhhuuhhhhhh," Rhonda breathed, the pen cracking again as she chewed down on it. Then she seemed to go limp and her ass did a little dance against the seat, wiggling and thrusting and rolling in jerky circles as Jim continued to slide his finger in and out of her body. By now Amanda was certain that Rhonda had lost her cherry. It was hard to say when this had happened.
In the seat in front of them, Ralph and Sal were laughing over some private joke, gesturing eagerly as they pointed out the window. Evan was dozing, his head down on his chest. In the front seat, Mrs. Walker was perusing a map again. But her husband, alert behind the wheel, had given Amanda a long look in the rear-view mirror. Coming when it did, the look made her tremble and flush.
"Oh wow," Rhonda sighed, taking the pen from her mouth. She had to spit put a few tiny pieces of plastic. Jim frowned at what was left of the ballpoint when she handed it to him. Rhonda gave him an apologetic shrug. "If I hadn't had that thing to bite on, I would have screamed my head off." Jim managed a smile.
"Yeah, okay."
"Thank you, Jimmy," Rhonda said, giving his hand a squeeze. "That was really neat."
"Wish I could say the same," Jim told her. As he changed his position in the seat, he gave a groan of pain. Rhonda's cheeks colored delicately.
"I can't do anything here."
"I guess not." For the first time he glanced towards Amanda. She shut her eyes as if she were slumbering. Her mind was whirling with confusing thoughts and her heart hadn't even started to slow down.
They got to the campground late, and, as the boys started setting up one of the three large tents they'd brought, Mr. Walker unloaded the remaining gear from the roof of the station wagon. Helping him, Amanda caught her heel on a tree root and staggered back. Mr. Walker caught her, his hand pressing against her belly. Even through her sweater, she could feel the heat of his palm and the sensation made her feel odd.
"Sorry, Mr. Walker," she apologized.
"Call me Alan." His hand stayed on her belly. "We're not in a classroom now."
"Thanks for catching me." As she turned, Alan Walker's hand slipped over the swell of one breast and Amanda quickly pulled away, struggling to regain her composure. She was embarrassed for more than one reason. The unexpected caress, accidental as it may have been, had made her cunt throb and tingle. It embarrassed her too, for anyone to know just how flat-chested she was. Swallowing hard, tossing her mane of blond hair, Amanda went back to the unloading. Twice she caught Alan looking at her, once as she bent over, another time as she stretched on tiptoes to slide and their duffel off the rack.
The girls were to sleep in one tent, the boys in another, Mr. Walker and his wife in the third one. But Amanda was restless as she unrolled her bag and sat in the darkness to untie her tennies.
"Boy, am I bushed," Rhonda sighed, jerking off her clothes and stretching her long legs down into her sleeping bag. Amanda searched for the nerve to ask a certain question. The question had been burning in her brain for hours and she knew she wouldn't be able to rest until she heard the answer from Rhonda's lips.
"Rhonda?"
"Mmmmm?"
"What did it feel like? I mean… when Jimmy made you."
"Ohh, I know what you're asking. You want to know what it felt like to come?"
"Yes!"
"Good. So good that I could talk about it all night and you still wouldn't have the vaguest notion of just how good."
"That g-g-good?" Amanda whispered, her cunt throbbing.
"Yes. That good!" Rhonda yawned and turned over. "Night."
Cupping three fingers against her panty-covered mound, Amanda breathed out. "Night."