did not know but her blouse
came with it. He could see heaving white breasts hidden by a scanty
black bra. She kissed him again, an almost violent French kiss.
Now Renee was helping. With a shy smile she undid his
shirt buttons and tugged it off. Nothing was said but her warm eyes
of passion focused on his as she wriggled back a step, undid her
bra and let it drop to the ground.
He reached forward and slowly ran his open palms over
her breasts and held her nipples between his fingers. By now they
were on the ground with redundant clothing and all pretense thrown
aside.
While her fingernails scratched his bare back, she
moved against him with passion Lem found difficult to control. My
God. All thoughts to hold back and relish the moment were
overridden by the sperm that bloated his organ. He held onto her
quivering buttocks, moved forward and entered her in gigantic,
frenzied thrusts.
****
"Your ankle?" Lem looked worried as they redressed
and he searched for the crutches. "I hope I haven't hurt you. I
should have stopped."
"Why?" Renee said with a smirk.
"It's just that..." He held the crutches out and
helped her to her feet.
She put her arms around his neck. "I believe we
needed each other and it happened. I'm proud what we did, not
ashamed."
He bent forward to kiss her soft responding lips.
They walked hand in hand back to the light of the
camp, found their sleeping bags and slipped in beside the still
sleeping teenager.
****
CHAPTER 6
It was almost eight o'clock when Renee awoke to see
Courtney staring at her in the dull light from the outside
bulb.
"Lem's gone to have a shave," Courtney said. "I
wonder why." She fixed Renee with her blue eyes and swished a piece
of blonde hair off her face. "Did you enjoy the big fuck last
night?"
"What?" Renee replied. Courtney's frank manner was
disconcerting.
"Don't try that big innocent talk with me. I know you
were screwing the hell out of each other for over an hour."
"Not that long," Renee said as blood flooded her
cheeks.
"Shit, you did it. I was only joking."
"Hush up, Courtney. There are some things I don't
wish to discuss."
"Did he rape you?" Courtney's voice became strangely
hushed.
Renee was about to take the comment as a joke but
hesitated. Something about the girl's demeanor made her frown.
"No," she said in a serious voice. "We made love. It
just happened but I wanted it that way. Do you know what I
mean?"
"No," Courtney growled. "Men don't love. They fuck
and damn the consequences."
"Have you had a bad experience with men, Courtney?"
Renee chose her words carefully. She knew if she was flippant or
sounded inquisitive, the girl would retreat into herself.
"Men," Courtney answered. "It's really the reason I
decided to cut my last ties with my old life and head out
here."
"Go on, I'm interested."
"Well, as I told you, I cleared out from home. What I
didn't add was that Kathleen came with me. We thought we'd travel
south to Florida. You know, no winter, beaches, surf and jobs
everywhere." She laughed sarcastically. "It didn't work out that
way."
****
"I'm sick of it all," Kathleen said as she glared at
Courtney over the old stained table in The Shaky Skeleton , a
bar where the manager didn't care that the girls were underage.
Courtney sipped her beer and screwed up her nose. It
tasted awful but she was not about to admit this to Kathleen. Ever
since the accident, these places made her nervous.
Kathleen stared at her half empty glass and muttered,
"I'm being sent to another boarding school next term. I told Mom I
wasn't damn going and all hell broke loose. The old man backed her
up, too. I've never seen him so angry since I was a kid." She
gulped down the remainder of her drink. "Want another one?"
"No thanks."
"Suit yourself," the other girl retorted and wandered
through the crowded room for a refill. She returned with two
drinks. "Just in case you change your mind." She grinned, plunked
herself down and glared at her friend. "What was I
came with it. He could see heaving white breasts hidden by a scanty
black bra. She kissed him again, an almost violent French kiss.
Now Renee was helping. With a shy smile she undid his
shirt buttons and tugged it off. Nothing was said but her warm eyes
of passion focused on his as she wriggled back a step, undid her
bra and let it drop to the ground.
He reached forward and slowly ran his open palms over
her breasts and held her nipples between his fingers. By now they
were on the ground with redundant clothing and all pretense thrown
aside.
While her fingernails scratched his bare back, she
moved against him with passion Lem found difficult to control. My
God. All thoughts to hold back and relish the moment were
overridden by the sperm that bloated his organ. He held onto her
quivering buttocks, moved forward and entered her in gigantic,
frenzied thrusts.
****
"Your ankle?" Lem looked worried as they redressed
and he searched for the crutches. "I hope I haven't hurt you. I
should have stopped."
"Why?" Renee said with a smirk.
"It's just that..." He held the crutches out and
helped her to her feet.
She put her arms around his neck. "I believe we
needed each other and it happened. I'm proud what we did, not
ashamed."
He bent forward to kiss her soft responding lips.
They walked hand in hand back to the light of the
camp, found their sleeping bags and slipped in beside the still
sleeping teenager.
****
CHAPTER 6
It was almost eight o'clock when Renee awoke to see
Courtney staring at her in the dull light from the outside
bulb.
"Lem's gone to have a shave," Courtney said. "I
wonder why." She fixed Renee with her blue eyes and swished a piece
of blonde hair off her face. "Did you enjoy the big fuck last
night?"
"What?" Renee replied. Courtney's frank manner was
disconcerting.
"Don't try that big innocent talk with me. I know you
were screwing the hell out of each other for over an hour."
"Not that long," Renee said as blood flooded her
cheeks.
"Shit, you did it. I was only joking."
"Hush up, Courtney. There are some things I don't
wish to discuss."
"Did he rape you?" Courtney's voice became strangely
hushed.
Renee was about to take the comment as a joke but
hesitated. Something about the girl's demeanor made her frown.
"No," she said in a serious voice. "We made love. It
just happened but I wanted it that way. Do you know what I
mean?"
"No," Courtney growled. "Men don't love. They fuck
and damn the consequences."
"Have you had a bad experience with men, Courtney?"
Renee chose her words carefully. She knew if she was flippant or
sounded inquisitive, the girl would retreat into herself.
"Men," Courtney answered. "It's really the reason I
decided to cut my last ties with my old life and head out
here."
"Go on, I'm interested."
"Well, as I told you, I cleared out from home. What I
didn't add was that Kathleen came with me. We thought we'd travel
south to Florida. You know, no winter, beaches, surf and jobs
everywhere." She laughed sarcastically. "It didn't work out that
way."
****
"I'm sick of it all," Kathleen said as she glared at
Courtney over the old stained table in The Shaky Skeleton , a
bar where the manager didn't care that the girls were underage.
Courtney sipped her beer and screwed up her nose. It
tasted awful but she was not about to admit this to Kathleen. Ever
since the accident, these places made her nervous.
Kathleen stared at her half empty glass and muttered,
"I'm being sent to another boarding school next term. I told Mom I
wasn't damn going and all hell broke loose. The old man backed her
up, too. I've never seen him so angry since I was a kid." She
gulped down the remainder of her drink. "Want another one?"
"No thanks."
"Suit yourself," the other girl retorted and wandered
through the crowded room for a refill. She returned with two
drinks. "Just in case you change your mind." She grinned, plunked
herself down and glared at her friend. "What was I
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