"Meehan?" I asked.
"No," came the reply.
It was a woman's voice.
I looked up sleepily. The cabin was pitch-black, and all I could make
out was the feminine figure standing in the doorway. The door inched
closed. The figure tiptoed toward me.
Angrily, I remembered that Bonnie had begged me to come to her cabin
that night. I figured that she had waited all night and, with dawn on
the way, had decided to come to me instead. But I was too sleepy to
make much of a fuss about it.
She crossed the room and slid into bed next to me. She was nude, her
body warm and soft. She took my hands and put them to her breasts, and
I felt firm round globes that throbbed with desire. Her hands wandered
over my body, and I gasped in sudden desire. I was annoyed that Bonnie
was making this much of a pest out of herself, but the moment her hands
touched me I knew I couldn't resist. I wasn't going to throw her out of
my bed.
Her breathing was harsh against me. My eyes remained closed, and I
let her toy with me, and my hands cupped the soft fullness of her
breasts, feeling the nipples hard and sharp and hot against my palms.
The bed creaked with the steady motion of her hips as she rocked back
and forth, waiting impatiently for me to take her. But I was still
half asleep, and I was in no hurry. I stroked her body, caressing her,
making her gasp with longing.
Our lips met. Her tongue slipped into my mouth. Her hands caught my
shoulders, pulling me over as she tried to slip beneath me. She had a
sweet, musky smell--the smell of an animal in heat. I clung tight to
her, no longer able to control my body, no longer annoyed because she
was plaguing me this way.
She drew me down on top of her.
I nestled on the firm pillow of her breasts. Her legs parted to receive
me. She gasped in pleasure.
"Give it to me, Al! Give me everything!"
The voice was not Bonnie's.
I opened my eyes and let them become accustomed to the dark. I stared
down in surprise.
The girl beneath me was not Bonnie at all.
Not Bonnie at all.
She was Sandra.
Sixteen-year-old Sandra. Jailbait Sandra. Writhing in a frenzy beneath
me on the bed.
_CHAPTER NINE_
My first impulse was to pull away and hurl her out of the cabin. But
when a man is two seconds away from heaven he doesn't pull away so
willingly. Sandra's evil hips thrashed up and down, and anger coiled
in me as I realized how the little teenage bitch had tricked me into
loving her, and in that moment it was over for me. But Sandra gripped
me tight and continued to move, until finally she let out a whimper, a
long indrawn hoarse sigh, and it was ended for her.
"Get out of here now," I muttered.
"Don't be angry with me."
"_Get out of here!_" My voice was thick, harsh, strange-sounding. I was
furious--furious with her because she had slybooted me into sleeping
with a girl less than half my age, and furious with myself because I
knew I had really been desiring her all along.
"Please don't be angry with me," she murmured, passing her hands over
me in a way that made me scowl in anger and shiver in delight all at
once. "It was fun, wasn't it?"
"You're under age," I snapped.
"So what? I've done this before. Don't you think I'm pretty?"
"I think you're precocious. And I hate precocious brats. Get out and
let me sleep. And if you breathe a word of this to anybody, I'll break
your sluttish little neck."
"I won't tell a _soul_," she promised. "And I think you're horrible for
being so nasty. After all, I _did_ give you some pleasure."
"Who asked you to?"
"You didn't stop me till it was all over. This isn't the right time to
be moralistic, Al. You should have said something before."
"I didn't know who you were." I shook my head, realizing how silly that
sounded. "I mean, I thought you were someone else."
"Who?"
"None of your damn business!"
"You were expecting someone else tonight. And I came instead, and
now you're angry." She was gloating like a little girl who had done
something naughty and who knew she was going to get away with it. "I
think that's funny," she said. "You don't even look at the people who
get into your bed."
"I wasn't expecting _you_," I said sourly. "Now get out of here before
someone catches us and I get put away for statutory rape."
"Come swimming with me."
"What?"
"Swimming. Right now, right at dawn. Have you ever been swimming at
dawn? It's beautiful. You think you're the only person alive in the
world." She tugged at me, trying to get me out of bed.
In annoyance I yanked my arm free. She sat on the edge of the bed,
cooing persuasively into my ear, and after a few more minutes I gave
in. I wasn't going to get any more sleep anyway, no matter what.
Naked, we tiptoed out onto the porch. The sun had risen, a few minutes
before, but it still was no more than a faint pinkness against the
horizon. Pearly grey mist shrouded the sleeping colony. Not even the
crickets were awake yet. Everything was absolutely silent, held in a
frozen stillness.
I looked at Sandra. She was drawing in her breath, filling her lungs
to bursting, making her breasts swell outward and up. Her nipples were
still stiff. She was ready for another round, I realized.
I drew in breath myself. The morning air was sweet and clean. We
stepped off the porch, barefoot, into the wet grass. Silently we walked
down to the lake. The morning mist was thicker down there, rising in
steaming clouds from the water. The sound of a bullfrog came to us
like an explosion in the quiet: "_grr-uNNK!_" Sandra laughed. Despite
myself, I laughed with her.
It was cool, but not uncomfortably so. I stood at the beginning of the
dock, while Sandra walked out toward the water. I watched her, eyeing
the smooth curves of her back and buttocks. She rippled sensuously at
every motion. As I watched, she picked up speed, running toward the end
of the dock and launching herself in a slicing arc toward the water.
She came up a moment later, grinning, pushing the hair out of her eyes,
and waved to me.
"Come on in! It's grand!"
I walked out on the dock. Standing at the edge, I looked down, clearly
seeing Sandra's nakedness beneath the crystal surface of the water.
I watched the eddies rippling over her breasts for a moment. Then I
dove in. The water was icy, and I came up gasping and shivering, but
after a moment or two I began to adjust to the temperature and become
comfortable.
We drifted gently back and forth in the water, watching the day begin.
The sun rose higher, beyond the trees to the east, and as it climbed
the clouds changed colors, from gray to pink to creamy white, and the
mist lifted and the sky became morning-blue. The birds awoke and began
to chatter in the treetops. Bold fish leaped out of the water for a
nip of fresh air, making little splashes as they slipped beneath the
surface again. I saw a big old turtle crawl up onto a rock near shore
to sun himself in the warming air.
After perhaps half an hour, we grew tired of swimming.
"I'm going in," Sandra announced.
I nodded. I had hardly taken notice of her. I loathed her for the trick
she had played, for the self-indulgent little girl she was. What she
needed, I told myself, was a good spanking administered by her parents.
She swam to the dock, breast-stroking. I followed her, treading water
while she scrambled up the ladder. Despite myself I had to admire the
taut loveliness of her buttocks as she clambered up the ladder.
Reaching the top, she turned and thrust a hand down as though to help
me out of the water. I shook my head, but she kept the hand out anyway.
I climbed up onto the coarse hemp matting that lined the dock, and
shook myself dry.
Then Sandra sprang.
It is the only way I can describe it. She _sprang_, like a tigress. She
leaped forward, wrapping her arms around my neck and locking her thighs
around my hips. I staggered and almost fell back into the water in my
surprise. Then I managed to get control.
"Get down, you idiot!"
"Let's have some fun, Al."
"Will you get off me or--?"
She laughed and opened her legs, sliding down my body and rubbing
sensuously against me. She stood flattened against me, her wet breasts
sharp-pointed and thrusting into me, her arms still locked around my
neck, her hips undulating in a motion that sent shivers through me.
"Do it to me, Al. Do it right here."
"Don't be crazy."
"I want it, Al! Do it or I'll scream rape. I'll scream and get you
thrown out of here."
"No one will believe you."
"My father will. He thinks I'm a sweet little innocent virgin. Do it to
me, Al."
I glowered at her in complete loathing. But then her hands slipped down
and she began to do things, and I felt desire like a spear through me,
and she dropped to her knees and began to kiss me.
She pulled me down too, and we crouched on the matting, both of us
still wet, and the morning bursting all around us and the frogs doing a
triple chorus. She leaned over backwards, her head touching the coarse
matting, her legs an invitation.