Cathy And The Salesmen
by Mary Jenkins
(LLP-165)


Preface 

Anything can happen when a girl dreams all her life of one day going to 
college, then finds it to be nothing like she expected. Cathy Johnson's one 
goal in life had been to make it to the University, to bridge that 
ever-widening gap between the world she had always knownthat of a small, 
sparsely populated tobacco farming community in North Carolinaand the 
far-away world of the college campus, with its student body in the 
thousands, and its multitude of things to do. 

But there is also a whole new breed of person there, as she soon discovers. 
People who know nothing of the morals and sense of decency expected of 
everyone in her home town. 

And it is with this discovery that Cathy comes face-to-face. For either she 
knuckles under to their alien way of life, or they surrender to her; and 
only one side can hope to emerge victorious. 

Author Mary Jenkins draws from the full range of human emotions in 
presenting this story, and there are no punches pulled. It may not be 
pleasant, but it's a story of our times, and a necessary one that needs to 
be told. 

 -The Publishers 


CHAPTER ONE 

Cathy couldn't see the car, but she knew it was her boyfriend Larry, because 
he was the only one who drove fast enough along the Frog Level road to make 
those billowing, blinding clouds from the red clay along the one-lane road. 
Like rooster tails behind racing speedboats, the red clouds rolled high in 
the hot, sticky North Carolina air, rising like storm clouds over the long, 
straight rows of lush, green tobacco plants, almost ready to be harvested. 
Cathy had hoped the harvest would be late enough this year that she would 
already be back in schoolsomehow the sophomore year at East Carolina College 
seemed a lot more exciting than nine hours of back-breaking work in the 
dusty tobacco fields. And she knew she could get out of it altogether if 
school was in session. Not like when she was in high schoolthen it was 
different, the school closed down until the tobacco was in the barns curing. 

She gave her long, straight blonde hair a tug with her comb, then put it 
back in her purse, for she could see from the rising dust-clouds that Larry 
was rounding the last bend before the straightaway that led up to the house 
she shared with her parents and two younger brothers. Cathy hoped he would 
slow down before he got to the house, because her father had said he was 
through cleaning the red dirt off the side of the house put there by Larry's 
reckless driving. She got up off the hot brick steps under the awning, and 
walked out to meet Larry. It was him all right, and this time he remembered 
to slow his '56 Chevy before he got close enough for Mr. Johnson to hear. He 
dropped the battered car into second gear and rumbled to a stop beside 
Cathy. 

"Hi, honey. What's up?" he asked, as if he really expected an answer. "Same 
old thing. Nothing's ever new around here. You ought to know that. Wait a 
minute, I'll tell Mama I going." She didn't need to be asked. It was always 
the same. Saturday afternoon was the day to ride aroundmaybe into 
Greenville, maybe up the highway to Wilson anything to get away from the 
choking heat for just a few hours. 

Larry stayed in the car, revving the motor up and down, the radio blaring 
out the latest top twenty discovery. She was back in a couple of minutes, 
carrying her sweater under her arm that her mother always made her take 
along"in case it gets chilly." The thermometer was stuck on 91A. 

He watched her intently through his sun shades as she ran across the parched 
lawn to his car, her soft breasts bouncing around inside her shirt in two 
firm, round bulges. He wondered how she got by without wearing a bramost of 
the girls' mothers wouldn't think of letting their daughters out of the 
house without one, even in weather like this. But he wasn't complaining; 
they looked plenty fine to him, and it just made it easier when they stopped 
out by the river on the way home. The top button was open, and he caught a 
glance of the smooth, rounded mounds when she bent over to get in the car. 
He could feel the first stirrings in his pants, and could hardly wait to get 
under way. 

"Daddy says to tell you that was much better, and for you to see if you can 
do as good a job when you pull out," reported Cathy. Larry feigned anger. 
"Why that old son of a bitch!" 

"Now, now Mr. Bellman," teased Cathy. "You know how you drive ... always in 
a hurry." 

"I'm in a hurry today. That's for sure." He grabbed her leg just above the 
knee and squeezed the tender flesh through her jeans. "A big hurry...." 
Cathy brushed his hand aside. "Just cut that out, Larry Bellman. Daddy could 
be looking out the window or something." He put both his hands on the wheel 
and headed onto the dirt road. "Okay for now, but that excuse won't work 
tonight." 

"Tonight?" asked Cathy, puzzled. "What's tonight?" 

"Oh, you'll see," laughed Larry. "I just sort of thought we could get a 
six-pack and drive down to Pollard's Point on the river ... You know, maybe 
take up where we left off last week." 

"Well, you'd better think again, Larry Bellman. Cause I'm not going back 
down there! I thought we got that settled last Sunday." She had both hands 
on her hips, a classic angry pose. Larry couldn't help laughing at her. 

"What's so damn funny?" Larry raised his eyebrows and put his hand to his 
mouth. "Well, well ... I didn't know little Miss Johnson used such mean 
language in public. Wait 'til your father hears about this." 

Cathy started to say something, then realized he was putting her on and 
settled back onto the seat. But on her side of the car. "Where are we 
going?" she asked after a long while. "I thought we'd head over to Skinny's 
and see who's there. There's apt to be a lot of people here early for school 
registration next week. Maybe we'll see someone we know." 

Cathy didn't say anything. Skinny's wasn't one of her favorite places. Just 
a bunch of carhops in tight pants with big boobs prancing around. She could 
think of a lot of places she'd rather have goneeven in Greenville. 

Just like he'd predicted, there was a crowd already gathered as they spun 
into the driveway. Everyone turned to see who the latest addition would be, 
and Cathy could see a lot of familiar faces from school. 

"Larry! There's Nancy and Linda ... from Charlotte. I've got to go talk to 
them. I haven't seen them in ages!" 

"Now don't go leaping out the window. Wait 'til I find a place to park." 

All the choice places on the inner circle were filled, and Larry was 
relegated to the outside line along the orange fence. He squealed the tires 
as he gunned it in reverse, skillfully stopping inches short of the wooden 
barrier. 

Cathy was out of the car before Larry could give the engine that last 
finishing rev and shut it off, racing over to Nancy's bright yellow 
convertible. "Nancy! Linda! When did you get here!" 

"Cathy Johnson!" came the chorused squeals of schoolgirl excitement. They 
bubbled through a re-play of the summer, and filled each other in on the 
latest love affairs. "Are you still dating that Larry ... what's his name, 
Bell?" questioned Nancy, with the slightest trace of distaste showing on her 
face. 

"Yes ... but we're not really what you'd call steady. I mean ... we just see 
a lot of each other," explained Cathy. She knew Larry wasn't the sort of boy 
these girls would approve of. They were both in the same sorority, and 
sorority girls just didn't date boys from the farm towns around the college, 
even if they were students like Larry. 

"Isn't that him over there?" Linda pointed to his dilapidated pile of metal. 
"Uh ... yeah, he brought me down here. I mean ... we're sorta' out for a 
ride." Linda gave Nancy a knowing smile. 

"Sure, we understand. I guess there's not much else to do around here when 
school's out. I don't see how you stand it here all the time. It's bad 
enough for nine months ... But all year! Wow!" 

"Oh, it's not so bad," lied Cathy. "Actually, there's a lot to do if you 
know where to go. You have to live here to ... " 

"I hate to interrupt you, sweetie," said Linda, "But I think the red-headed 
man-trap has her sights on your Larry." 

"What?" Cathy turned to look where Linda was pointing. Larry had left the 
car and was sitting with Cindy Moore! "Why that sneaky creep! And of all the 
girlsCindy Moore is the biggest tramp on campus." 

"Yes, he sure knows how to pick 'em ... No offense intended, Cathy." Linda 
was obviously enjoying watching Cathy's reactions. "Maybe you'd better take 
care of the home front, Cathy. We'll see you at registration." 

Cathy could hear them giggling behind their king-size colas as she walked 
back to the car, giving Larry a stare that could have boiled water. She 
climbed in and slammed the door, refusing to look at the car just across the 
lot where he was sitting with that sexy-looking red-head. Cindy was almost a 
joke on campus, and every boy knew where her apartment wasin fact, her phone 
number was a household phrase on most of the men's room walls around town. 

Cathy wouldn't even look his way when Larry finally came back to the car. 
"Oh, I see you're back," he began. "I hope you and the girls had a nice 
talk. I got tired of waiting and went to talk to Cindy. She's ... " 

"Cindy, huh?" interrupted Cathy. "I didn't know you and Miss Moore were so 
close. Or maybe that's just something you forgot to tell me about." 

"Now hold on, kid! Cindy's been in three of my classes. And I happen to 
think she's a nice girl. There's certainly nothing wrong with me talking to 
another girl once in a while." Cathy was furious. "Nice girl? Why she's been 
to bed with half the guys on campus. Is that your idea of a nice girl?" He 
couldn't resist the chance to tease her a little. "Well, she would be kind 
of nice I guess ... " 

"If that's the kind of girl you want, Larry Bellman, you'd better go get 
her!" 

Larry jerked the ignition on and prodded the engine. "What's the use of 
trying to talk to you ... Let's get the hell out of here." There were two 
forty foot trails of burnt rubber behind him as he spun the old Chevy out 
onto the highway. 

"You speaking to me yet?" asked Larry. They'd been parked in the big dirt 
lot behind the athletic field for over an hour, watching the football 
hopefuls try-out in the scorching late afternoon sun. He slid over on the 
seat until he was nearly touching her, but she looked straight ahead, not 
turning her head once. 

"Don't you think you've pouted long enough, Cathy?" 

"Pouted!" she yelled. "Who's pouting?! Can't you admit that maybe this time 
you were wrong ... " 

"Okay, Okay. If it'll make you happy, I'll take the blame for the whole 
thing. I just don't want to spend the rest of the day sitting here like a 
couple of dummies." Cathy calmed down. " And just what did you want to do? 
Go down to Pollard's Point?" Larry's face lit up at the mere thought. "Now 
that's what I call a good suggestion. Let's get some beer ... " 

"I thought so! And the answer is no. N-O. I told you last week that I'm not 
going to do that kind of thing. Not with you ... or any other boy until I'm 
married!" 

Larry turned the motor back off. "Why don't you grow up?" You're not a kid 
in high school now. Besides, everybody does it when they're going together. 
And we've dating over a year." 

"Everybody does not. And I don't, that's for certain. And if you want that 
sort of thing, maybe you'd better give Cindy Moore a call," said Cathy 
sullenly. "I might just do that!" 

"Well, you just go ahead. And ... and you can take me home right now!" 

He didn't say another word, just cranked the car and roared out the highway 
toward the Johnson's place, being sure this time not to slow down when he 
rounded the last bend in the dusty clay road. 

Cathy jumped from the car and slammed the door. "Good night!" yelled Larry 
behind her as she walked determinedly up the steps. He gunned the wheezing 
engine again and spun dirt and gravel in a noisy spray over the lawn as he 
roared off back toward town. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

That was Saturdaythree days ago, and a lot can happen in three days, 
especially if you're nineteen. Both Cathy and Larry spent this day standing 
in line after line for school registration, their differences forgotten for 
now. 

"You know we shouldn't be here wasting this time," said Cathy, her feet 
propped on the dash, clutching an enormous box of buttered popcorn. "We've 
both got classes tomorrow. Did you get any eight o'clocks? I got two again." 

Larry was engrossed in the movie and grunted a negative uh-uh. Cathy knew 
better than to try to get him to talk while a war movie was flashing on the 
big outdoor screen, so she settled back and finished the popcorn, waiting 
for the good Americans to kill all the bad Nazis. She hit. the bottom of the 
box about the same time the last Kraut bit the dust, and Larry regained his 
voice. 

"That was some movie. How'd you like it?" 

"It was okay," answered Cathy halfheartedly. "I've seen better." Larry was 
checking his program. "The next one's some love story with Paul Newman. I 
guess you wanna' see that one, huh? "We really ought to be going home, but I 
guess one more movie won't hurt too much. How many are they running tonight, 
anyway?" asked Cathy. Larry checked his program again. "It says 'Dusk 'I'll 
Dawn.' I guess that means all night. Maybe we can see 'em all. They've got 
some great horror movies coming up later." 

"Oh, don't be silly, Larry. Didn't you outgrow horror movies years ago?" 
Cathy liked the chance to sound older and more mature. "Sure! But they're 
kinda' fun to watch ... You know, just for laughs," Larry explained. "If 
you're through stuffing your face with that popcorn, you can slide over here 
a little closer. I won't bite you." 

Cathy tossed the empty box on the ground outside and eased over a little 
toward Larry, but not too close. He slipped his arm onto the seat back 
behind her, then coyly dropped it gently on her shouldersgingerly, as if 
waiting for some signal to show that it was all right. She didn't push it 
aside, so Larry relaxed. Maybe tonight's the night, he chuckled to himself. 

But Cathy was too busy dreamily watching Paul Newman on the giant screen to 
even notice. He pulled her a little closer to his side, easing his hand down 
over her shoulders and along her upper arm, making the tiny little blonde 
hairs stand on end as he gently stroked her bare flesh. She'd noticed what 
he was up to by now, but didn't turn away from the screen for a second, as 
if he were miles away. His strong hand felt good on her skin, and it gave 
her little tingles of excitement to have a boy caressing her. 

His hand was stroking the full length of her bare arm, from her shoulder 
down to her wrist; his fingertips brushing ever so softly the gentle mound 
of her breast as his hand slid along her arm. He eased his fingers between 
her arm and the curve of her breast, tenderly stroking the side of her 
breast beneath the fabric of her blouse. 

Cathy could feel the tiny forbidden shivers of pleasure racing through her 
breasts as his hand worked its way around over the full, soft mound of her 
right breast, gently massaging the delicate flesh in his strong grip. She 
tried to pretend not to notice, but his fingers deftly tweaking her budding 
nipple was as much as she could stand. Turning her head she met his lips in 
a tight embrace, her tongue slipping between his teeth and into his mouth, 
probing hungrily as the smooth flicking desire began to well inside her. 

He turned her toward him, and slipped his right hand around her body and 
inside her blouse, squeezing the ripe, full pear of her breast, kneading the 
soft flesh between his fingers. With his other hand, he finished unbuttoning 
her blouse, letting her full, young breasts fall free in the cool night air. 
They were like twin snow-capped peaks, the creamy whiteness of her gentle 
mounds shining in sharp contrast to her rich, brown tan from long days in 
the hot Carolina sun. 

Their lips parted, and Larry quickly lowered his head to her breasts, before 
she could protest, fastening his lips tightly to her throbbing nipple. He 
rolled the pulsing bud around in his mouth, licking at the sensitive tip 
with his rough tongue. Cathy could feel jolt after jolt of pure pleasure 
coursing through her body from her breast, as a deep, throaty moan slipped 
from her half-opened lips. 

"Ooooh ... Larry, stop ... please, stop...." Her mind said no, but her body 
was urging her on, begging for more as the warm coals of desire slowly 
fanned into searing flames deep inside her. She squirmed on the seat, 
unconsciously contracting her buttocks as the agonizing deliciousness 
suddenly excited her more than she would have believed possible. 

Larry was going crazy with desire as he nibbled on her firm young breasts. 
She'd never let him go this far before, and it looked as though this would 
be the night she finally let him have it. Her breasts were beautiful in the 
dim light, shadows from the screen falling across the ripe, bulging mounds 
in a cascading waterfalls of color. Beneath her delicious breasts, her 
tanned body tapered to her narrow waist, disappeared beneath the fabric of 
her skirt, then flared again in the creamy warmth of her trim, young thighs, 
milky-white from being hidden from the harsh sun. He lowered one hand to 
their beckoning softness, forcing her legs apart as she snapped them shut on 
it instinctively, not easing his hungry ravishment of her breasts even for 
an instant. 

She moaned again as his flesh trapped hand made contact with the crotch band 
of her panties, his fingers rubbing the ultrasensitive lips of her vagina 
through the flimsy sheerness of the soft smooth nylon. Finally, she could 
hold her legs together no longer, and as they parted, his hand slipped 
eagerly under the tight elastic leg band at the top of her thigh, and into 
the warm dampness inside, his fingers fondly caressing the delicate folds of 
sparse, fleece covered flesh. 

"No ... Larry, we can't ... stop, please ... Noooo...." She moaned 
helplessly for him to stop, but nothing could hold him back now. He pushed 
her skirt up around her waist and looked down at the incredible loveliness 
at the junction of her milky-smooth thighs, the faintest soft bulge of pussy 
hair spilling from around the white panties in teasing blonde wisps. He 
could see his own hand beneath the sheer fabric, caressing her warm, moist 
vaginal lips. Still sucking hungrily on her throbbing pink nipple, he 
slipped his hand down along the hot cleft of her pussy, gently tickling the 
soft, sparse hairs and working his fingers back under her until he reached 
the tightly-clenched circle of her anus. He teased his middle finger at the 
taut puckered opening, but she pushed his hand back, away from the forbidden 
orifice. 

His cock had slipped out of his undershorts, and was poking up under his 
pants like a strong sapling. He tried to push it down with his free hand, 
because it embarrassed him for it to be pushing up so obviously, but it 
wouldn't go down. It was rock-hard with the eagerness of youth, and was 
swelled far too big to be slipped back inside its usual pouch. Cathy, 
through her passion-dimmed eyes, noticed it, too. She'd never seen an 
erection, and it fascinated her that it could swell so large in such a short 
length of time. It looked as if it would burst through his pants at any 
second. 

Larry gathered his courage and guided her hand toward his throbbing prick. 
She held back at first, but the enormous bulge seemed to be beckoning her 
on, and finally she allowed him to place her hand gently on the material 
covering the quivering pole. She could feel it swell even beneath her touch, 
and she gave it a weak squeeze. It seemed to double in size inside the curve 
of her tiny handso big her fingers would scarcely reach around it. With a 
little coaching from his guiding hand, she began to stroke it fondly, 
running her fingers up and down its long, hard length as it pulsed with 
excitement under his pants, swelling from an eager young sapling into a hard 
rapacious tree trunk right before her eyes. 

He clenched his eyes tightly shut, savoring the feel of her small hand 
rubbing tenderly along the length of his throbbing prick, still restrained 
by his pants. There was a widening damp spot marking the blood-filled tip as 
his semen oozed its stickiness onto the fabric. He fumbled with his zipper, 
tugging at it angrily as it refused to open, then finally got it down. 
Reaching inside, he flopped his long cock out in the open, bending it 
painfully to maneuver it through the tiny opening in his pants. Cathy tried 
not to look at first, but her curiosity got the best of her, and she glanced 
down cautiously at the bucking stallion jerking in her delicate grip. It was 
longer than she would have guessed, and much bigger around. She wondered how 
girls ever got such a huge instrument inside their bellies, it looked big 
enough to split her in half! 

"Ummmmm ... that's so good, baby," murmured Larry in her ear, prodding 
hopefully at the tight, moist passage of her pussy as she tenderly stroked 
his bulging penis. Ever so slowly, he parted the soft resilient pubic fuzz 
and eased his finger into the delicious, wet orifice, slipping it in until 
it was hidden to the first joint in the warm fleshy hole. It was wonderfully 
tight, and as he worked his finger in further he encountered the taut skin 
that marked the barrier of her maidenhooda fragile obstacle that he hoped to 
smash to smithereens before the night was over. She twisted and squirmed on 
the cool seat as the dampness from her warm wet vaginal tunnel spread over 
his hand, soaking the crotch band of her panties with the juices that were 
beginning to flow down between her legs as she had never known before. 

"Oooooh ... Larry, that feels so good ... so-o-o-o good...." Her words 
seemed to be coming from deep in her throat as she purred her approval in 
his ear. He had forgotten her bare breasts for the moment, but gave them 
both another long, nibbling kiss, sending chills of delight racing through 
her young, eager body. 

He wound his fingers in the tight waistband of her soft flimsy panties, and 
worked them down over her firm, rounded buttocks and down to her knees. Her 
hand stopped him there. 

"No, Larry ... Please ... We can't!". But he jerked her hand away and 
snapped the delicate fabric in half, ripping them apart as he pulled them 
down her long, smooth legs, tossing them in a useless heap to the floor. 

"Larry! Look what you've done! You've ripped my panties!" She struggled to 
get free, but he had her pushed helplessly down on the seat, and was 
fighting to force her trim legs apart with his knee, using it like a wedge 
between her soft, tender thighs. 

"NO! Larry, please ... I said no!" She was sure everyone in the drive-in lot 
could hear her, but it was late and most of the cars had gone. "Larry! I'll 
scream!" 

He stifled her yell as it burst from her lungs, locking his lips on hers so 
that only a muffled whine could be heard, holding her for a second with one 
hand as he unfastened his trousers with the other. He quickly squirmed his 
pants down around his knees and shoved her soft resisting thighs roughly 
back up against her body so that her feet touched the car door behind her. 
She banged on his shoulders and chest with her clenched fists, but her weak 
blows were hardly enough to slow him down. "No! No ... you can't ... NO! 
Please!" she begged, tears filling her eyes and trickling down her pink 
cheeks. She knew she was no match for his farm-boy strength, and her body 
trembled with fear as he pinned her helplessly squirming body beneath his 
weight. 

Though it wasn't his first time, it was only the secondif you could count 
that afternoon in the barn with Ellie Strickland when they were both 
fifteenLarry was nearly as nervous as Cathy. He fumbled clumsily with his 
big throbbing prick, ramming it vainly against her defenseless genitals, 
unable to find her young, tender vaginal passage. Cathy squirmed and tossed 
as best she could under his bulk, struggling to dodge his amateurish 
thrusts. 

He had to find her hole and get his aching cock inside her before it 
exploded in his hand! He could feel the enormous hot flood welling in his 
balls as he squeezed his buttocks together to hold back the flow that was 
about to explode from his prick. He knew it would only be a matter of 
seconds before ... and then ... "Aaaaagh...." Like a broken fire hose, his 
stiff overly excited young cock seemed to burst in a barrage of hot, sticky 
spurts that sprayed over Cathy's naked upturned loins and oozed wetly down 
the crevice of her buttocks and onto the seat in a warm white puddle. 
"Oooooh...." His voice trailed off as his aching load exploded in one final 
spurt, then oozed in a dripping trickle from the tip of his rubbery, still 
pulsating penis. 

Cathy ground her teeth together in horrified amazement as the bucking 
monster emptied its insides on her warm flesh, her hands clutched to her 
face, afraid to move as it jerked again and againthen finally sagged limply 
from his loins, dangling uselessly between his legs as he knelt above her on 
the car seat. When it was all over, Larry wiped the fleshy rod clean with 
his handkerchief, then tucked it away as he pulled back on his pants. He 
carefully avoided her eyes, turning his face awaywaiting for her to say 
something, but she only looked at him in wide-eyed disbelief, not really 
sure what had happened. 

"Here, take this and wipe yourself off," he said finally, offering her the 
wet handkerchief. 

"Wipe myself off! Is that all you can say, Larry Bellman!" She had pulled 
her skirt back down, but was still unbuttoned from the waist up, her young 
nipples still hard and tender. "You could say you're sorry ... that would do 
for a start!" 

"What are you talking about!?" shouted Larry, not giving a damn who heard 
him. "You were enjoying it as much as I was. I heard you whimpering like a 
bitch in heat. And you're a damn liar if you say you weren't." 

Cathy was caught short. She knew he was rightthat no matter how much she 
wanted it to be untruehe was still right. She had been dangling right on the 
edgeand it wouldn't have taken much to pull her over. But she couldn't admit 
thatshe just couldn't. All her life she'd been brought up to believe that 
people just don't do things like that until they're marriedand it had to be 
true! Larry started the car, still hesitant to look her way. His male pride 
had suffered a mortal blow, and was desperately in need of attention. 

"Let's go. I'll take you home ... where you can hide with mommie and 
daddie," he sneered. "Maybe I can find myself a real girl tonight ... it's 
still not too late. I wonder if Cindy's still up...." Cathy had heard all 
she could stand. "Stop this car! You're not taking me anywhere!" 

"What ... what are you saying?" Larry had backed the car out of the stall, 
but hadn't entered the exit. 

"You heard me. I'm getting out right here. I can find my own way home ... 
and I ... I don't need any help from you." She opened the car door and 
jumped out, reaching back in to grab her purse. "And I never want to see you 
again Larry Bellman!" 

Half-way to the concrete block concession stand, she heard his Chevy spin 
gravel as he gunned it toward the exit gates. She whirled around just in 
time to see him screech onto the blacktop highway and disappear down the 
long stretch. 

Oh, now I've done it. You're really bright, Cathy Johnson. Just who do you 
think you can call for a ride at twelve fifteen on a Tuesday night? Cathy 
glanced around hopefully at the twenty or so cars remaining in the huge lot, 
praying that one might be familiar. But it was hopelessshe couldn't tell 
anyway in the dim light ... I know! Nancy! She's got a car. I'll call her! 

She dug around in her purse for a dime, and closed the door on the phone 
booth. She dialed Nancy's number at the sorority house and waited for an 
agonizingly long time for someone to answer. 

"Uh ... hello, is Nancy Elliott there ... Okay, I'll wait...." She held on 
while the girl went upstairs to check. "Sorry," came the reply. "She's out 
for the evening." 

"Did she say what time she'd be back," asked Cathy. There was a long pause 
on the other end. "Could I ask who this is?" 

"Cathy Johnson, why?" she replied. Then as an afterthought, "I'm a friend of 
Nancy's." 

"Oh, that's okay. I just thought you might be her mother or something ... 
Nancy won't be back tonight at all. She had a date with a Sigma Nu from 
State, and they've gone to the opening football game in Raleigh." 

"Oh ... I see," said Cathy dejectedly. "Well, thanks anyway. Good-bye." She 
was still holding the receiver, trying to think of someone else to call when 
there was a sharp tap on the glass door behind her. 

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you," said the tall, ruggedly 
good-looking man at her back. "I was just wondering if you were finished 
with the phone. I've got a long distance call to make ... But don't hurry on 
my account. I mean, if you're not finished ... " 

"Oh, I'm through, I guess. Maybe you'll have better luck than I did," said 
Cathy, sliding between him and the folding door. "You don't mean a pretty 
little girl like you has problems," he laughed. "What's wrong? No date for 
the prom?" 

"Don't make fun of me. And besides, I'm not a little girl. I'm nineteen and 
I'm a sophomore at East Carolina." The tall man backed away as if he 
expected her to swing at him. "Hold on, tiger. I was only teasing you. Now 
what's really the matter? Maybe I can help." A thought crossed her mind, but 
she quickly dismissed it. "No, I'm afraid not." 

"Come on, let me in on it," he insisted. "Two heads are always better than 
one." 

"That's pretty original. Did you make that up yourself?" 

"Okay, that's one for you. Now we're even. And maybe you'll tell me what 
your big problem is." He put his hand on her shoulder, but more like a big 
brother than as a man. Cathy couldn't think of anyone else who could get a 
car at this hour and come get her. And calling her parents was out of the 
question. 

"It's nothing terribly exciting. I just need a ride home, and I can't find 
one," she explained. "Is that all!" he laughed. "I thought you could do 
better than that. Why, I can solve that little problem in nothing flat. You 
can have a ride with me." 

Cathy eyed him suspiciously. "B-but, I don't even know who you are. You 
don't think I'd climb into your car in the middle of the night and let you 
drive off, do you?" He thought that over a minute. "Hmmm. I guess you're 
right. What if I introduced myself? I'll even show you my credit cards, how 
about that? ... I've got a Good Driver's Award, would that do?" 

Cathy was glad for the chance to laugh. "Okay, okay. You win. But straight 
home, and no tricks. Promise?" 

"Promise." 

Cathy got her first really good look at him when the dome light in his 
gleaming new Chrysler came on. He was handsome, all rightbut not the kind of 
good looks she was used to. There was definitely something "big-city" about 
him. He wasn't even dressed like a man from eastern Carolina. She could have 
kicked herself for not catching a glimpse of his license plate when she 
passed. 

"My name's Lee Deighton, and I don't think I caught yours," he smiled. 
"Cathy ... Cathy Johnson. And I live just west of town on a dirt road. I'll 
tell you when you get there." 

"Fine...." he replied. "Whatever you say. Where did you say you go to 
school, Cathy? Was it East Carolina College?" 

She could see a name embossed on the black leather brief-case beside her, 
and it wasn't Lee Deighton. "Uh ... yeah, that's right. East Carolina ... 
Hey, how come your brief case says William 0. Mitchell?" 

He grabbed it and tossed it on the rear seat. 

"Christ, you're worse than a lady cop ... You're not a cop are you?" She 
didn't laugh at his weak joke. "Since you're so interested, the case belongs 
to Bill Mitchell. He's with me on this trip. We both sell industrial 
cleaning products for the Andrew Company, and we're sharing the same room at 
the Riverview Inn. Any more questions, ma'am?" 

Cathy felt like an idiot. "I'm really sorry, Mr. Deighton," she said 
sheepishly. "I hope you'll forgive me." 

"Sure. I don't blame you for being a little suspicious. But the name's 
Leenobody but my doctor calls me mister. And I'm not crazy about him." 

"Thanks. I won't be so nosey again." Cathy couldn't help noticing that he 
looked like somebody she'd seen in the movies. "Where did you say you're 
from?" 

"I didn't. But it's Baltimore. I really feel more like a southerner, though. 
Most of my territory is in the Carolinas," he said. "I spend about three 
weeks out of every month on the road." 

"Isn't that kind of rough on your family?" asked Cathy, hoping he wouldn't 
notice her hint. "If you mean am I married, the answer is no. Used to be, 
but that's all over now." 

They rolled past all the darkened farmhouses along Highway 64 west, until 
they reached the Frog Level signpost that marked the right turn. All the 
lights were off when they coasted silently to a stop in the front yard. 

"Thanks an awful lot, Mr. Deighton ... I mean Lee. I really appreciate 
this," she said as she opened the door. "If you mean it, how about showing 
your appreciation by having dinner with me tomorrow night. There's a nice 
place I passed this morning. What do you think?" 

Cathy almost said no without thinking, but on second thought there was 
really nothing wrong with having dinner with him. After all, she thought, he 
isn't married, and he can't be over thirty or so. 

"Fine, it's a date. But you'd better pick me up at the campus. Mama ... 
mother wouldn't think much about me going out with a man from up north. You 
know how it is." He laughed. "Yes, I know what you mean. I'm still a damn 
yankee to a lot of these people down here. Where should I pick you up?" 

"In front of the fountain at the east gate. About six thirty?" Lee nodded. 
"Great. I'll see you then ... if I can find my way out of here!" 

 CHAPTER THREE 

"Lee the dinner was wonderful," said Cathy, pushing aside her dessert bowl. 
"It's been a really nice evening." Lee glanced at his watch. "It's not even 
nine o'clock yet. The evening's hardly over." 

Cathy remembered last night with Larry at the movies, and she didn't want a 
re-run of that performance. "I really ought to be getting back," she 
suggested. "I have classes in the morning." 

He looked disappointed. "Well, if you insist. But you should know that 
you'll spoil a yankee's last night in the South, ma'am," he said in his best 
plantation drawl. 

"Do we all really talk like that?" she asked. "It sounds a lot worse on 
you." 

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't poke fun at my dear Dixie friends. I've made a lot 
of money from my southern friends. But they do take a little getting used 
to, though. Like not having any bars ... That's a crime in my book. Why a 
man could die waiting for a drink in this state." 

"That's just because you don't know where to look. You've got to live around 
these parts a while before you learn all the secrets," she confided. 

Lee's eyebrows went up. "You mean there are actually places around here that 
sell...." He leaned over to whisper in her ear. " ... Booze. I mean real 
drinking booze, not white lightnin' or something worse." 

"Don't act so surprised," said Cathy. "You must have known about 'em ... " 

"No, honest. I thought everyone drank at home or just didn't drink at all," 
confessed Lee. "Is there one of these ... places around here?" 

"Well, it's not much. I've only been there once, you understand. But it's 
sort of a juke joint, I guess you'd call it. Sawdust floor and everything. 
It's out east of town ... Doesn't even have a name. People just call it 
Ben's place. Cause the guy that runs it's named Ben." 

"Sounds like Club Twenty-One to me. What about a few drinks? Just a little 
nightcap?" 

"Oh, I don't know. It's a pretty rough place sometimes. I mean, there's 
fights and things. I don't think I'd better ... " 

"Come on now, don't back out on me now. My one big chance." 

"Oh, all right," she relented. "But only for one drink. And we don't stay at 
all if there's a rough bunch hanging around." 

"Great! You won't get any argument from me. I'm the biggest coward 
aroundespecially when I'm so outnumbered." 

There were a dozen or more vehicles outside, and you could pretty well guess 
the kind of clientele to expect inside from the typesmostly battered 
pickups, and an occasional hotrod Chevy or Ford. Not the kind of place you'd 
single out if you had a choice. 

"Wow! You said it was out in the sticks ... but this is straight out of 
Tobacco Row. How'd you find out about this dump, anyway?" asked Lee as they 
picked their way through the muddy, beer-can littered yard in front of the 
frame building. It was once a garage, and you could still make out the 
painted BEN & SHORTY'S AUTO SERVICE under the thin coat of white paint 
someone slapped on years back. There was absolutely nothing out front to 
indicate what was going on inside. Just a closed-down garage with a lot of 
old cars in front. Passing by, you wouldn't give it a second look. "Everyone 
'round here knows about it. I've been hearing people talk about Ben's since 
I was a kid," said Cathy. 

Lee helped her over one especially large puddle. "How about the police? 
Don't they know about it, too?" 

"Oh, sure," she laughed. "In fact, you just might find one of the sheriff's 
boys inside. Ben does a pretty good job of keeping it clean and quiet, and 
as long as the church-going folks don't complain, he stays open. And so far, 
he's been pretty lucky. They did close one place out by the old airbase, 
though. But he was letting a lot of young kids come in, and somebody's 
mother went to the sheriff, so they had to close him down." 

"I just hope they don't pick tonight to raid it. I don't think my company 
would understand a bail bond charge on my expense account." 

They were greeted by a thick cloud of cigarette smoke that billowed out the 
side door when they opened it. There was no one at the door, just an empty 
room with a junked Coke machine in one corner hanging open. 

"Where's the sawdust floor?" asked Lee. "This looks fairly solid to me." 
Cathy took him by the hand. "Just follow me. All the action is in back." 

Lee could see people standing around and sitting in the big, open room at 
the end of the damp, mildewed corridor, and just as they neared the archway, 
another selection fell into place on the ancient jukebox. It was turned up 
so loud the paper cone in the old speaker rattled in time to the music; 
there was no bar, really, just a shelf across the back with a few half-empty 
bottles perched out of reach. A big, burly man with coveralls on was 
standing guard on the liquor. Lee guessed he was Ben. 

As his eyes adjusted to the hazy light, Lee could see that the place was 
nearly filled, at least twenty men, dressed in everything from field-hand 
clothes to Sunday suits, and eight women, all of whom looked every bit as 
hefty as any of the men. No one paid any attention as Lee and Cathy 
maneuvered their way to a tiny table against the opposite wall. 

"Hey, you were right," he shouted over the music. "This really is a sawdust 
floor!" 

"Sure! This was where they worked on the cars back when Ben used to be 
partners with Shorty Jenkins." Lee leaned a little closer as the jukebox 
broke into a fiddle and banjo chorus. "What happened to Shorty? Did he like 
it better in the garage business?" 

"There was a lot of talk," said Cathy. "Some people said Shorty ran off with 
Ben's wife. But nobody's ever heard from either of them, so I reckon it's 
anybody's guess." He looked at the gigantic hulk of a man by the liquor, and 
decided he didn't want to even speculate on what happened to Shorty and the 
woman. Ben didn't look like the kind of a man you could reason with ... 
especially if you were with his wife. 

"Anyhow," continued Cathy, "Ben started having a lot of the fellows over 
after his wife left him ... you know, drinking and playing cards and such 
... and one thing just led to another, I guess. Ben just found he could make 
more money selling liquor than fixing cars." 

"Speaking of liquor ... what do you do to get some of that booze over there. 
I wouldn't want to just walk over and help myselfnot with that bruiser on 
guard duty. That is Ben, isn't it?" 

Cathy nodded. "Just go over and tell him what you want, and give him a 
dollar and he'll give you a cup full. You can buy cokes and stuff out of 
that machine in the corner." Lee pushed his folding chair back, and crowded 
his way over to the liquor, holding his money tightly in his fist. "Uh, 
excuse me ... Could I have two double bourbons?" he asked hopefully. The big 
man eyed him suspiciously. "You're not from around here, are you fella?" 

"No, I'm from ... from Virginia." He figured that wouldn't sound like the 
North. "But I'm with a friend of mine ... Cathy Johnson, over there." He 
pointed to his table and Cathy waved weakly. 

"Oh ... aw' right then ... what'd you say you wanted? Two bourbons?" Lee 
would have taken anything he offered at this point. "Right." Ben poured him 
two Dixie cups full to the brim. He couldn't make out the name on the label, 
but at least it had a tax stamp plastered on it. "Thanks. Here's the two 
dollars." Ben didn't say anything, just shoved the two bills in his 
coveralls pocket, still eyeing Lee distrustfully through squinted eyes as he 
made his way back to the table. 

"Christ, what an ordeal for a couple of drinks. Is he always that friendly," 
asked Lee. "Don't worry, it'll be better the next time. He just doesn't 
trust strangers. You might be an Alcohol Control officer from Raleigh, or 
something. I guess he just wanted to be sure." Lee looked back to see if he 
was still being watched. 

"Anyway, I'm sure glad you were along. I don't think he would have served me 
if I'd been alone ... Where'd you say I get those mixers?" Cathy pointed to 
the far corner. "That machine over there. And there's some more cups on 
top." 

He pointed his finger accusingly. "I thought you said you'd only been her 
once. You sure know your way around for a newcomer." 

"Well, maybe a couple of times," she blushed. 

The coin slot on the cold drink box was broken, and Lee almost walked away 
before he spotted the giant mayonnaise jar at the rear of the box. It was 
full of quarters, dimes and nickels, so he dropped in a couple of quarters 
and helped himself to two ginger ales and a Coke from inside, pulled some 
cups from the cardboard container and made his way back, clutching the whole 
assortment to his chest. 

"I can see why nobody drinks in North Carolina. Going through this every 
time would be enough to put a man on the wagon for good." 

Cathy asked for just a little in hers, and some Coke. "Remember I've got a 
class in the morning," she said. Lee poured himself a good-sized-belt, and 
rocked back in his chair. A few couples had gotten up to dance. He started 
to say something about the size of the two girls nearest him, but thought 
better of it. 

"Care to dance?" He was kidding, and hoped she would take it that way. "Oh, 
no thanks. I'm not much of a dancer." Lee breathed a sigh of relief. 
"Neither am I. I guess we'll just sit this one out." Cathy noticed that he 
had slipped his chair closer to hers when he returned with the mixers. "I'll 
have to go after this drink," she reminded. "Maybe we can come again when 
you're back in town." Lee smiled, that was the sort of talk he wanted to 
hear. It could be nice having a good-looking girl as close as the telephone 
every time he was in the area. "Well, let me have another, even if you 
won't, and we'll Cathy looked as though she'd spotted a ghost. Her eyes 
suddenly were two wide ovals. "What's wrong? ... Did I say something...." 
Cathy lowered her eyes down at her drink. "It's my boyfriend!" 

Lee scanned the crowd of newcomers, hoping there wouldn't be one over five 
nine. "Boyfriend! Which one?" 

"The one with the blue shirt talking to Ben," she said, still looking 
straight into the bottom of her cup. 

"I see one with a blue shirt, but if that chick's named Ben, I've been 
buying my drinks from the wrong guy." 

Cathy looked again. It was Cindy Moore! And was she ever clearing a path 
with that low scooped blouse and corduroy miniskirt. All the men were 
falling all over themselves as they caught a glimpse of those big, round 
breasts of hers just barely hidden under her low-cut blouse. 

"Why that two-timing sneak! And with Cindy Moore. I oughta' ... " 

"I wouldn't say too much if I were you," said Lee. "After all, he's not the 
only one with a date." 

"That's different," pouted Cathy, "You don't know Cindy Moore like I do. 
She's the biggest tramp on the campus." Lee downed the rest of his bourbon. 
"Just the same, let's just leave quietly ... and you two can hash it all out 
later." Cathy grabbed his arm as he started to get up. "Oh, no you don't. 
Let's have that second drink you offered me. I don't feel like going home 
yet. In fact, I may not go home at all." 

"Now you're talking," smiled Lee. "You just sit tight and I'll go see if Big 
Ben will let me have a couple more." 

Cathy watched the busty redhead as she slinked her way across the dance 
floor, wiggling her full, provocative buttocks at the men as she walked. She 
knew every eye was on her, and she loved it. Larry graciously pulled her 
chair out for her, and helped her be seated. 

That no-good rat! He never once offered to do that for me! Just wait 'til I 
get through with him ... "Here we are, sweetheart," said Lee, "Just what the 
doctor ordered." 

"Don't bother to mix it ... I'll take mine straight ... just like she's 
having," demanded Cathy, glaring at the willowy redhead as she waved away 
the mixer. "Okay, baby. But are you sure you know what you're doing? I mean, 
that redhead looks like she's ... been around." 

"What makes you think I haven't!?" she snapped. "I'm not a kid, you know." 
Lee poured a half-cup of straight bourbon and slid it over in front of her. 
"Simmer down. You haven't got to prove anything. Not to me, anyway." 

Cindy leaned forward as she talked, being sure to give all the ogling men 
around her a good look at her firm breasts. Larry still hadn't spotted Cathy 
and Lee. "I'm not trying to prove anything! I just want another drink, 
that's all," pouted Cathy. "And don't be such a drag!" 

"All right, honey, you're asking for it. Here! Have another shot." He filled 
her cup to the top with the potent southern bourbon. 

Cathy tried not to make a face when the burning liquid went down her throat, 
but it was impossible. She'd never had straight whisky before, and the 
hundred-proof brew slammed into her stomach like hot acid, boiling around 
until she felt the unmistakable signs of nausea coming on. 

"Take it easy, you don't have to drink it all in one gulp," said Lee, 
offering her the bottle of ginger ale. 

Cathy took another big swallow, but this time let it trickle in tiny 
mouthfuls down the back of her throat. She thought her mouth would catch 
fire from the burning liquor, and grabbed for the ginger ale to chase the 
whisky down. 

Larry and Cindy got up to dance as a rock-and-roll number came up on the 
jukebox. A dozen different men stopped their conversations about their crops 
and the lack of rainfall and turned their attention eagerly to Cindy's ripe, 
young form as she began to slowly gyrate in time to the grinding beat. Her 
miniskirt barely covered the twin globes of her smooth, well rounded 
buttocks, and as she danced, it rode up on her hips, giving the wide-eyed 
farmers a glimpse of her smooth, soft thighs and the bright red panties 
underneath. The music grew faster and faster, and Cindy didn't miss a beat, 
bending way over from the waist as she flailed her arms in the smoky air, 
her bulging breasts dangling under her, as if about to bounce free of her 
low-scooping blouse at any second. Lee had tried not to watch her at first, 
but he, too, found that the sight was irresistible. Cindy had every man in 
the room spellbound, as she swirled and shimmied on the sawdust floor, her 
long, rich red hair tossing from side to side as she ground and jerked in 
time to the music. 

All the men on the dance floor had stepped back to the sides, and even their 
dates were watching in gaping disbelief as the young girl danced. Finally, 
Larry joined them, stepping clear of the dance area and giving the wildly 
swinging redhead the floor to herself. Cindy was at one with the blaring 
music, her eyes closed, prepared for every driving beat with a new movement 
of her own. She liked being the center of attention, and knew how to keep 
it. 

With her open palms she ever-so-slowly eased her skirt even further up on 
the gentle bulge of her hips, as the men roared their approval. Then someone 
yelled the inevitable. "Take it off!" Cindy's eyes snapped open at that, and 
she gave the helpful man an unmistakable answer with her hips, bucking them 
forward and back with the kind of polished motion one doesn't learn on the 
dance floor. 

The record spun to a halt, and there was a deadly silent pause as the old 
machine pulled another up from its bowels and dropped it on the turntable. 
Cindy stayed glued to the center of the room, gasping to catch her breath. 
She paused for a few seconds as the record wound into high gear, then jumped 
back into the music as if she'd never stopped. The drunken crowd roared 
again as someone turned the volume as high as it would go; the louder beat 
was like a transfusion to the swirling Cindy. 

One of the braver men jumped into the ring with her, clumsily imitating her 
smooth undulations as the others cheered him on. Cindy ground her pelvis 
teasingly at him, backing away coolly as he made a grab for her with his big 
arms. 

"Atta' boy, Jimmy Lee," yelled one of his buddies, "Go git 'er!" The 
pounding music and Cindy's tantalizing movements were driving the onlookers 
into a drunken frenzy. 

But the wilder they got, the more Cindy teased them on. Her miniskirt came 
together in the back with a row of snaps, and everyone grabbed for another 
drink as she reached behind and popped the first one open, giving the eager 
watchers a peek at the smooth expanse of flesh at the small of her gently 
sloping back. Another snap followed, then another, and finally, she held the 
tiny skirt together with only her hands at her back. 

"Come on, baby! Drop it! Let's see what 'ya got!" 

The wide-eyed crowd was jammed together so tightly in a circle around the 
dance floor, that those in back had climbed up on their tables for a better 
look. Cindy waited until the tension was so tight you could almost see it, 
then tossed her arms high in the airthe miniskirt dropping to the sawdust. 
Her long, smooth legs came together perfectly at the base of her beautifully 
rounded buttocks, barely concealed by her ultrabrief bikini panties. Lee 
couldn't take his eyes off her, his gaze held magically to the gentle curve 
of her belly as it disappeared beneath the daringly low-hung panties. He 
could see that her red hair was indeed real, for the tiniest brush of silken 
red fringe peeked from under her tight panties as they swooped low on her 
hips. 

Cathy choked down the last of the bourbon, holding her breath until every 
drop was gone. She could see Larry hiding behind the wildly cheering men 
across the room. He'd spotted her, all right, because every time she looked 
his way she could see his eyes quickly turn away. 

Serves him right, she told herself ... wonder what he thinks of his "nice 
girl" now ... The liquor was working its spell on Cathy, and as Cindy 
writhed on and on, it became harder and harder to focus clearly on her 
fast-moving body. Even the people at the next table were getting fuzzy 
around the edges. 

Cindy grabbed the bottom edge of her blouse and gave it a warming-up tug, 
lifting it high enough to expose her smooth, bare midriff, glistening with 
perspiration. 

"That's the way, honey ... Give it a yank!" yelled Ben. He'd locked the 
door, so this little party wouldn't be broken up by a bunch of sober 
newcomers. This was one night he didn't want ruined. 

Cathy glared at the voluptuous redhead that had every man in the house 
wrapped around her finger. What's she got that I haven't got, she asked 
herself. I could do that just as well as she can ... She grabbed the table 
edge for support and climbed unsteadily to her feet, but suddenly the room 
began to spin like a toy top. 

"No, you don't!" shouted Lee over the din of the crowd. "You're in no 
condition to go anywhere!" He pulled her back into her seat, and she landed 
so hard that it tipped nearly over. "You just stay put!" he ordered. "I'll 
get a couple of ginger ales ... no more booze for you." 

Cindy yanked the cotton blouse over her head as Lee pushed his way through 
the mob to reach the drink machine. He turned just as her big, firm breasts 
fell free, twin mounds of ripe, soft flesh that bounced against each other 
as she wiggled. Lee couldn't take his eyes off them, nor could any man in 
the roomthey were perfectly formed, full ripe melons with tiny pink nipples 
that throbbed with excitement as they met the open air. Nothing covered her 
nakedness now except the tiny panties, and they were like a red flag in 
front of a room full of bullsbegging to be ripped from her writhing young 
body. 

Ben unlocked the jukebox and slipped another record on as this one ended. He 
wasn't about to let a long pause change her mind about finishing what she'd 
started. Lee pulled a couple of bottles from the cooler and started to turn, 
when he was crushed against the machine by the shifting mob. 

"Hey, what's going on!" he yelled to the man shoved tightly against him. 
"She's up on a table now!" he shouted. 

Lee pushed and shoved his way back to his table where Cathy sat glued to her 
seat. She was the only one in the room still sitting. He sat back down, not 
taking his eyes off Cindy for a second as she teasingly pulled her panties 
over the curve of her buttocks enough to show the deep sensuous crevice, 
then pulled them up with the timing of a seasoned stripper. So intent was he 
on not missing a single bump or grind, that he didn't notice as Cathy 
slipped from her seat. The crowd shifted again and only then did he see.... 

"Cathy! What the hell do you think you're doing!?" She had climbed up on the 
opposite end of the long table, and Cindy seemed delighted to have some 
company. "Come on, sweetie," yelled Cindy. "You've got a lot of catching up 
to do!" Lee jumped from his seat, but was quickly shoved roughly back down 
by a pair of enormous arms. "Just you sit tight, little fella'," slobbered 
the enormous Ben, "And nothing'll happen to 'ya." 

And Cathy didn't waste any time catching up. Hurriedly she unbuttoned her 
high-collar blouse and tossed it to the floor, her firm, young breasts like 
young fresh peaches still held tightly by her bra. But in a moment, that too 
fluttered to the floor, and her lovely tits bounced free, her jutting 
nipples like two tiny buds swelling into hardness as all eyes shifted to 
her. Ben forgot his charge for a split-second, but that was all Lee needed. 
In one swift move, he bolted to his feet and snatched Cathy from her 
table-top perch, with the hulking Ben right on his heels. 

"Hey, come back here, you!" he shouted, but the big man couldn't move fast 
enough in the crowded room. 

"Let me go! Let me go!" screamed Cathy, pounding her fists on his face as he 
half-carried her out the corridor. He glanced back just in time to see 
Cindy's bikini panties slip smoothly over the smooth length of her legs and 
drop to the floor with a kick of her ankle her naked, young body writhing 
savagely in front of the wildly roaring crowd. Even Ben forgot his chase as 
Cindy's full loveliness came into viewher slim, narrow waist flaring gently 
into smooth, unblemished hips, and the soft warm-red mound at the junction 
of her tender thighs. 

Lee made one hasty glancing look around the room. Cathy's boyfriend was 
nowhere to be seen. He pulled her through the door as she struggled to get 
free, a wild savage, still half naked, her firm, ripe young breasts tossing 
as she clawed to escape. 

Suddenly he jerked to a haltthere leaning against his car was Cathy's 
boyfriend Larry! Directly between Lee and his own car. Larry raised his 
fists, ready for a fight, but Lee raced ahead full-speed, smashing one hard, 
bruising punch into his surprised face without so much as a word. Larry 
rolled off the fender of his car, and dropped to one knee in the mud. That 
was the break he neededhe shoved Cathy in from the driver's side and jumped 
behind the wheel, locking the door as it shut. Larry raced behind the car as 
it gunned through the puddle and onto the highway and was gone. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

"Hey, look who's coming to life!" 

Cathy struggled to focus her eyes, but was still lost in the dizzying 
merry-go-round that whirled around hera spinning montage of blurring faces 
and flashing lights. It was a roombut that was all she could telland there 
were faces in the air above her. She blinked her reddened eyes again and 
again, each time the faces growing a little clearer as she squinted in the 
harsh light. 

"Sit tight, sweetheart, everything's gonna be okay." The voice wasn't 
familiar, but there was another face yet to speak. "Right, baby. You just 
pull your little self back together; you've got an act to finish," laughed 
the other face. "Lee! Where am I?" Where have you taken me. I...." Slowly it 
all began to come backBen's, the bourbon ... even climbing on the table with 
Cindy Moore. The room zoomed clearly into focusit was small, like a motel 
room, paneled in some kind of imitation wood. There were landscapes hanging 
on the walls, and the drapes were tightly drawn. The other man walked over 
to the door, and flipped the light switches off, leaving only the bedside 
table lamp still burning. 

"Now don't get all worked up," said the man, "Instead, why don't you have 
another drink. It'll clear your head." He walked to the long vinyl-covered 
shelf by the bathroom door, and poured a healthy slug of bourbon into one of 
the glasses put there by the motel, then diluted it with a splash of ginger 
ale. "Here you go, honey. All fixed upjust for you." 

Cathy took the glass from his outstretched hand, and gulped it down in 
searing swallows. It was beginning to taste good, and she could feel it as 
it seeped into her blood-stream almost immediately, with the sweet ginger 
ale as a catalyst. Only then did she notice she was under the white sheet, 
with two thick pillows behind her head. Suddenly she remembered her 
blouseshe peeked under the sheet to make sure. 

"Sorry about the blouse," said Lee, "But it just wasn't the right time to go 
back and ask for it." 

The other man laughed. "Who cares? She's not gonna' need it tonight, that's 
for sure." The words worked their way slowly to Cathy's fuzzy brain. She 
started to speak, but instead, sank back into the comfortable foam rubber 
pillows. The whole bed began to shake as if the room were moving. 

"Move over, sweetheart," said the strange man, "here comes daddy!" Cathy 
bolted upright in the bed, forgetting for an instant that she was still 
naked from the waist up, as she felt the man's hand slide under the sheet 
and along her bare legs. She squeezed her knees together and pulled them 
tightly against her body at his touch. 

"Take your hands off me! Lee, make this man leave me alone," demanded Cathy, 
but Lee only laughed, taking another sip of his tall drink as he sat 
opposite the bed against the far wall. 

"Maybe I ought to introduce you two," he said when his laughter subsided. 
"Cathy, this is Bill Mitchell, my partner." 

"I ... I remember. The briefcase in your car," said Cathy, clutching the 
sheet to her chest to cover her bare breasts. "But it doesn't matter who he 
is. You've got to take me home ... please, I've got to go home...." Her 
words were running together, but her mind was fighting to make the right 
moves. "You promised ... you promised to take me home...." She closed her 
eyes and the room lurched into another dizzying spin. 

"Don't worry 'bout a thing, little girl," said Bill, his hand inching its 
way under the sheet again. "Daddy here's gonna' take you home ... right 
after we come back from outer space, right, baby?" Cathy was frightened by 
the man, his eyes were inky black, without a trace of warmth. 

His hand began to very gently stroke the soft surface of her leg, tracing 
the curving line of her calf upward to her knee. She tried to squirm away 
from him, out of his reach, but he moved closer and closer on the bed, his 
eyes not leaving hers for a split-second. She was terrified to look him in 
the face, but equally as frightened to look away. 

"Lee ... Lee please ... give me a shirt or something ... and take me back 
home ... please, you promised." Cathy's eyes were beginning to water, but 
she stubbornly refused to let them see her cry. "Lee, please ... I'm scared 
... please," her voice was starting to crack. 

Finally he rose from his chair. "Now just stop all that silliness. Bill just 
wants to have a little fun. No more than you and that boyfriend do on 
Saturdays out behind the barn. And it's still earlyyou were only passed out 
for thirty minutes or so. You've still got time to make it back before the 
chickens get up." Bill thought that was funny, and he laughed through his 
yellowed teeth, still watching Cathy, like a hawk about to make his move. 
The horrifying awareness of what the two strange men had in store for her 
was beginning to make its acid impression on her braina burning fear that 
soon was foremost in her mind as she waited in dread for Bill to do what she 
knew must come next. This can't be happening to me. It can't! I've got to do 
something ... anything. I've got to get out of here ... yes! that's it! 
that's what I should do.... 

Still holding the sheet to her breasts, Cathy shakily swung her legs to the 
floor on the side opposite Bill, and darted for the door, not knowing what 
would happen on the other side. But it seemed her only hope. 

"Oh, no. None of that stuff, honey," said Bill, catching her with one sweep 
of his hand and tossing her roughly back onto the bed. The sheet slipped 
from her grip as she fell, and she scrambled to recover it, her young body 
half-naked as the two men laughed at her new troubles. 

"Come on, you're not gonna' need that sheet. Why don't you just let daddy 
Bill have it," he grinned, yanking the sheet off her and tossing it across 
the room. Cathy lay in abject terror, cowering as she vainly tried to cover 
her nakedness with her hands. "Please ... No, please ... you just can't." 
She'd held back the tears as long as she could. "Oh, please don't hurt me," 
she cried. "Hurt you! Sweetheart, I'm not gonna' hurt you ... You're gonna' 
hurt me, hurt me real good. Isn't that right, sweetie...." Bill climbed back 
onto the rumpled bed, unbuttoning his shirt as he balanced shakily on his 
knees. Lee seemed oblivious to everything that was happening, watching 
blankly from across the room, rolling his glass between his palms as his 
buddy tossed his shirt onto a nearby chair. 

"Please, Bill," begged Cathy, " ... can't we talk about this ... I mean, 
please ... I've never done this before." 

"Oh, come on, honey," laughed Bill. "You don't have to play games with me. 
I'm not 'gonna tell your mother or anything like that. After tonight you'll 
probably never see me again, so let's live a little." 

Cathy could see that reasoning with him was useless. Lee was her only hope. 
A "Lee ... Lee!" cried Cathy. "You're not going to just sit there and let 
this happen are you. I mean ... you've been so nice. You're not like this 
... this animal!" For a few slow seconds he only glared at her half-naked 
young body cowering against the headboard of the bed. "Maybe you misjudged 
me, baby. Just like I misjudged you," was all he said. 

"I don't understand, Lee," she whimpered. "I just don't understand at all. 
What do you mean, Lee ... what do you ... " 

"Just shut up and get that skirt pulled up. You're keeping us waiting!" he 
yelled. 

Bill knew it wouldn't be very long now. He hadn't been too sure there for a 
few minutes that Lee would back him upthat maybe he was going to chicken 
out. But now he had no doubtsin only a handful of minutes he would be 
punching some of this gorgeous young pussy. And oh how good it was going to 
be; he was sure of that at least. With sweet young tits like that the rest 
would have to be out of this worldand he was beginning to get tired of 
waiting to see it. 

"You heard the man," he sneered, "Let's see the rest." Bill reached toward 
her trembling body as she squirmed tight back against the headboard of the 
rickety bed. 

"No! ... no, I'll take it off myself. Just don't touch me, please," she 
pleaded. Cathy tried not to notice the terrifying animal glint in the stocky 
man's squinty eyes as she fumbled with the hook of her skirt; it was 
hopeless to try to talk her way out of this and she knew it only too well. 

Maybe he only wants to touch me or something, she told herself; maybe he'll 
leave me alone then. 

Beneath the surface she knew how far this was from the real truth, but her 
mind refused to accept anything else. Dulled by the alcohol numbing her 
brain, it was all like a horrible dream, and Cathy knew that any second now 
it would suddenly endjust as suddenly as it all began. 

Bill pulled his undershirt over his head and threw it in the general area of 
his shirt, then eased himself clumsily off the bed. Bracing himself with one 
hand against the bedside table, he unsnapped his pants and managed to work 
his zipper down, slowly he lifted one leg, then the other; and finally, only 
his under-shorts remained. He pushed hard against the table and propelled 
his drunken form onto the bed. Cathy was on all fours, wearing only her 
panties, garter belt and stockings, as she backed away cautiously. 

"Oh no you don't," he snarled. "You're not going anywhere!" He yanked her 
arm and pulled her off balance, and she collapsed on the bed beside him. 
"Hey, sport, how about killing that light?" he grunted in Lee's direction. 

His sweaty palm dropped on Cathy's bare belly, and she stiffened like a 
board, afraid to even move. "Loosen up a little, you'll live longer," said 
Bill, his hand rubbing the soft flesh of her belly in ever-widening circles 
as Lee switched off the light and settled at the foot of the bed. Cathy's 
frightened eyes snapped in the semi-darkness of the neon sign outside from 
one man to the otherbegging, pleading for a glimmer of hope. 

This can't be real! It can't be happening! It can't be! 

Suddenly Bill arched over her and planted his mouth wetly on her firm 
breast, his lips sucking hungrily at the tiny pink nipple. Cathy gasped 
involuntarily at the unexpected contact, and struggled to push him away, but 
he simply pinned her helplessly with his strong arms. 

"No ... please! No!" she pleaded, as his rough tongue rolled her sensitive 
young nipple around in his mouth, his teeth gently nibbling at the delicate 
bud. 

He pulled one arm behind her head, so that he could restrain her with only 
his left arm, and slid his right hand along the smooth expanse of skin 
toward the elastic confines of her tight nylon panties. 

Lee watched eagerly as the other man eased his fingers under the tight 
elastic waistband of her flimsy little panties. He could clearly see her 
young body tense as Bill's hand made its first contact with the softness of 
her pelvis, his fingertips lightly brushing her sparse pubic mound under the 
smooth material of the nylon as he gently stroked her nakedness. 

Cathy's trembling lips parted as if about to speak, but not a sound came 
out. The silence was electric as Lee watched his pal twist his fingers in 
her taut panties and slowly, teasingly, draw them down over the bulge of her 
hips. His mouth had left the delicate pink softness of her firm, ripe breast 
and was nibbling its way along the smooth flatness of her belly, pausing as 
his tongue snaked out to wriggle into her shallow navel. 

Only the outside light of the neon sign illuminated the room, but Lee could 
clearly see all of Cathy's firm, teen-age nakedness as Bill worked her 
panties down past the warm, inviting junction of her soft thighs, her creamy 
smooth legs bare above the tops of her stockings. Her sparse, youthful pubic 
hair formed a tantalizing V-shaped mound that held the two men's eyes like a 
powerful magnet, marking the warm, wet softness that lay just below. 

Bill deftly unsnapped the four garters holding her flesh-colored stockings 
up, and pushed the filmy mesh down the young girl's long, smooth legs. 
Through tear-clouded eyes, Cathy could see that Lee, too, had removed his 
shirt and trousers and was hanging them neatly on the back of a chair. 

Lee settled on the soft bed beside her and leaned over and tenderly kissed 
the frightened girl on her tongue moistened lips. "Lee ... Lee," whispered 
Cathy hoarsely. "Please don't hurt me ... please." He placed his finger to 
her lips and picked up the remnants of her bourbon and ginger ale from the 
nightstand table. 

"Here, you left some." 

Cathy gulped down the remaining liquid in two quick swallows, hoping the 
alcohol would give her sanctuary, but it only blurred the already-hazy faces 
of the two men sitting with her on the bed. Cathy closed her reddened eyes 
and waited for the booze to do its job. She felt Lee's hands on her legsshe 
knew they were his because they were soft and gentle, not rough and vicious 
like the other man's. In a funny sort of way, Lee's hand felt rather good; 
under any other circumstances she might not have minded at all. Certainly he 
was a good-looking man, not a dumb farm boy like most of the guys she had 
dated. If only she were alone with himwithout his awful friend.... 

"There now, that's better," said Lee, smiling. "You see, Bill, you just have 
to use a little tenderness. Cathy's not like those butch carhops you run 
around with." Bill didn't seem to appreciate the humor. "All right, already. 
You proved your point," he snapped. "But I'm tired of playing games. She's 
not the only bird available, you know." 

"Nobody's forcing you into anything, pal!" shouted Lee. Bill lowered his 
head sheepishly. "I'm sorry. I guess it's just all the liquor I've been 
pouring in tonight." 

Cathy could hear it all, but the words were just thatwords, and meaningless. 
Her head was spinning like a carousel since she closed her eyes and she was 
fast entering a private world of her own. While the two men were arguing, 
Lee had finished removing her stockings and dropped them in a pile beside 
the bed. Gingerly, in slow, deliberate motions, he unfastened her white 
garter belt and eased it from under her hips. Now only her rolled-up panties 
remained, stretched tightly down around her thighs. And in another few 
seconds, they had joined the rest of her clothes on the floor. Lee sat up 
straight and looked her overshe was the picture of ripe loveliness as she 
lay sprawled on the sheet. Slowly, he leaned over her and placed his open 
hand on her breast. Cathy gave a little staccato gasp as his fingers touched 
her bare breast, but offered no resistance. Her eyes were still tightly 
closed, and she was a million miles away as long as she wanted to be. 

Gently, rhythmically he fondled the firm round breast with his fingertips, 
squeezing the warm flesh between his fingers, leaving tiny red trails in the 
delicate skin around her pink nipple. He held the tiny bud of a nipple 
between his thumb and forefinger, firmly massaging the lovely peak until it 
grew hard. He could hear Cathy's breath coming faster as he teasingly 
caressed the sensitive flesh. 

"Ummmmm...." she murmured between half-parted lips, her luscious body 
beginning to stir as Lee fondled both her young ripe breasts beneath his 
strong hands. Without missing a beat, he lowered his head to her smooth, 
gently trembling belly and kissed her again and again, nibbling the tender 
flesh along the faint line of peach-fuzz that trailed away toward the 
fragrant mound of light pubic hair that seemed to draw him on. Like a hungry 
animal he chewed on the wispy clump of soft hair at the base of her belly, 
then worked his tongue along the beginnings of her warm, wet vaginal slit 
until his tongue made jolting electric contact with her budding clitoris. 
Her naked body snapped like a whip beneath him as he lashed out at the tiny 
nodule of raw nerve-endings. His left hand still massaging the glistening 
white mound of her young breast, he pushed her now unresistingknees back up 
against her body. Then, as Bill watched eagerly in the dim light, Lee 
forgot, for the moment, her firm, bulging breast, and buried his face in the 
hot dampness of her upturned loins. Holding her knees tightly back, he 
spread apart the tender folds of pink flesh around the narrow slit of her 
warm, defenseless pussy, tenderly rubbing the sensitive folds as her whole 
body quivered at his touch. She jerked savagely again as his lips made 
contact with the warm wetness of her cunt, his tongue probing its way like a 
lizard between the tight walls of hot pulsating young flesh. 

"Ooooh, Lee ... ooooh, please ... please don't" moaned Cathy as his rough 
tongue probed deeper and deeper into her burning vagina. She wanted to fight 
back, to scream and kick and scratchbut somehow she couldn't, for this was 
something she'd never quite felt before. And his experienced lips were 
bringing out a part of her she didn't know existed. The liquor hadn't numbed 
her after all, but rather, just washed away her inhibitionsand it felt 
unbelievably good to have a man do these things to her. Her hips began to 
move as though they had a mind of their own, grinding up to meet his hungry 
lips in a smooth savage rhythm she'd never felt before. It was as though 
some primeval part of her had been lurking beneath the surface for all her 
nineteen years, and now it had commandeered her mind and body and was taking 
her to places she never dreamed of. She could feel his tongue wiggling its 
way like a struggling snake inside herand she wanted itshe wanted it! 

"Oh, yes ... yes! That's it...." She gasped out the words as she grabbed his 
head with both her hands and pulled with all her strength, fighting to bury 
his face in her burning wet pussy. 

Lee locked his lips on the agonizingly sensitive bud of her clitoris, 
twirling it like a piece of candy between his teeth, as shattering Waves of 
pure animal pleasure coursed like chills through her naked body. 

"Oh, that's so good ... so good," she murmured over and over. 

Bill's eyes were two enormous white saucers as he watched Lee burying his 
face in her wet young pussy. His cock had jerked up like a flagpole out of 
his shorts, and he could feel his balls swelling like two balloons, 
threatening to explode apart at any moment. 

"Don't stop, oh don't stop!" she pleaded through tightly clenched teeth. Lee 
sucked the tingling bud between his lips until Cathy squealed with ecstasy. 
He knew she was his nowthat nothing would stand between him and this ripe 
young creature writhing beneath him. Her firm breasts, standing temptingly 
on their own, with that youthful tautness that only teen-age girls know, 
bounced against each other as she squirmed from side to side, twisting the 
sheet beneath her in her helplessness. 

With one quick yank, he unsnapped his undershorts and climbed to his knees, 
his thighs pressed tight against the flesh of her smooth, upturned young 
buttocks, wet and glistening as it lay waiting for him like a king's 
banquet. 

"Oh, please ... don't stop! That felt so good ... so good," she sighed 
through her alcohol haze. A big grin stretched across Lee's face. "Stop? 
Who's stopping? I'm just getting started, honey." Cathy opened her eyes, 
squinting in the weak light from the outside. She lifted her head wearilyit 
felt like it was made of lead. "What ... what're you doing?" Her voice was 
almost a whisper. 

Lee didn't take time for an explanation. With one hand he gripped his thick, 
hard cock, its throbbing head swelled to three times its usual size, and 
lunged toward the warm shelter of her tight, wet pussy. 

Suddenly the awareness of what was happening cut through the numbing haze of 
the liquor, and she struggled like a savage to escape his thrusting penis. 

"No! NO! Not that ... no, please, Lee, please!" she begged. And then she 
knew it was hopelessshe looked up straight into Bill's leering face. He was 
holding her arms pinned to the mattress over her head! 

Wildly from side to side she twisted her hips, dodging his thick cock as he 
pushed against her naked genitals again and again. 

"If that's the way you want to play, it's all right with me," Lee said 
threateningly. And with two strong hands he pinned her knees flat against 
her chest, pushing them so tightly against her that her open vaginal lips 
aimed nearly straight up at Lee. Suddenly his stiff penis slipped between 
the wet outer folds of her tight young pussy.... 

"No! No! Plea ... Bill cut her off in mid-scream as his hand clapped firmly 
over her mouth. 

Pushing with all the strength in his loins, Lee shoved the thick shaft as 
far as it would go in her tightly resisting orifice, the hot fleshy walls 
giving way like soft butter as, without mercy, he plunged to the hilt in her 
womb. So hard was his lunge that he hardly felt the flimsy membrane of her 
virginal hymen give way as he buried his aching cock deep up in her 
quivering young belly. 

Cathy tried to scream, but the hand over her mouth held it back. It felt 
like a fence post had been shoved up inside her, ripping her flesh apart as 
it smashed into her very insides. 

Oh God, it hurts! I didn't know it would hurt like this! It's killing me ... 
Killing me! "Jesus, she's tight," muttered Lee. "I can barely get it in!" 

Bill didn't think he could wait another minute. "Man, if you don't make it 
quick, I'm 'gonna make one helluva mess," confessed Bill, his stiff prick 
standing straight out from the gap in his undershorts. 

"Don't rush me. And take your hand off her mouth," ordered Lee. "She'll be 
quiet now." 

The initial agonizing pain had gone away, but every lunging jab seemed to be 
tunneling deeper and deeper in the warm wetness of the hole between her lips 
and Cathy was barely able to hold back the tears. It all seemed so dirtyso 
perverted. She felt like the lowest kind of animalused and debased. 

Bill couldn't pull his eyes away for a second from the tightly puckered lips 
of her vagina, clutching like a strong fist the long, thick fleshy shaft 
that was pumping in and out in long, slow rhythmic motions. He could see the 
hard, glistening prick pull nearly out of the wet fuzz-rimmed passage, then 
disappear again out of sight between its tight, moist walls as Lee shoved 
his aching cock into her wet pussy again and again. 

"Please, Lee ... you're hurting me ... Please don't!" she begged. But she 
didn't fight backand that surprised even her. Slowlythe agonizing pain began 
to ease into quivering ripples of pleasure as his stiff prick slithered deep 
into her warm, wet passage, poking and probing her soft virginal flesh in a 
steady, pounding rhythm. "Please...." she began, but the urge to resist had 
vanished. And in its placea welling, surging ball of fire that was glowing 
hotter and hotter in her naked belly. 

Lee arched his hips as far back as he could, burying his thick, hard cock 
right up to his pelvis with each grinding thrust. Cathy could feel its 
hardness deep in her stomach, pounding and grinding into her in a slow, 
deliberate rhythm that fanned the ever-growing flames of wanton desire into 
a raging inferno. Every plunging thrust, rippling like steel through the 
soft, warm walls of her cuntal passage, brought her closer and closer to 
that point of helplessness she never knew was there. 

Suddenly she reached behind him and gripped tightly his bare buttocks, her 
sharp nails biting like barbed hooks, holding him tightly pressed against 
her wet crotch. With every downward thrust, she pulled with all her 
strength, driving his rock-hard prick as far as it would go into her hot, 
hungry tunnel. Lee could see she was nearing her climax, though Cathy 
herself had no idea what was in store for her. She couldn't have guessed 
that anything so fantasticso devastatingwas about to happen.... 

And suddenly she was there ... "Oh, God! Don't stop ... Don't stop!" she 
screamed, caught up in its sudden joy, her arms flailing the air helplessly 
at her sides. "Please don't stop!" 

Lee stepped up his grinding rhythm, plunging as hard as he could into her 
soft tender pussy, tunneling faster and faster through the warm, wet walls 
that tightly held his bursting cock. Sweat was pouring off his back as he 
shoved his bucking shaft into her againand againand again.... 

"Aaaaggghh!" she moaned, the animal groan coming from somewhere deep inside 
her tortured body as the room spun crazily around her. Lee had held back as 
long as he could; he gave one last, pounding lunge that sank right up to his 
brushy pelvis, wet and matted with the juices that nearly gushed from her 
tight, wildly clasping pussy. And the flood of sperm and semenheld back so 
painfully longexploded in a white, streaming burst that filled her very 
belly with his warm sticky load. Over and overa half-dozen times or morehis 
rapidly deflating cock fired its insides into her womb before it collapsed 
into a useless, rubbery rope of flesh. 

Cathy trembled uncontrollably as Lee eased his deflating prick out of her 
sensitive passage, unable to regain her breath. She tried to speak, but it 
was impossible to fill her lungs with enough air. 

Lee lifted her gently by her shoulders, holding her up enough to catch her 
breath. "That's it, honey. Take deep breaths," he said. "Hey, you really go 
all out when you do it, don't you? I mean, you put everything into it." 

Cathy filled her lungs with long, deep breaths. "I wouldn't know ... that 
was my ... my first time," she whispered hoarsely. Lee didn't say a word, 
just stared at her in disbelief. And then, "Are you putting me on? Did you 
really mean what you just said?" Cathy nodded, tears beginning once again to 
run down her reddened cheeks. "I meant it, all right. It's the truth." 

"What's all the talk about," asked Bill. "I've waited long enough." He 
unsnapped his undershorts, and climbed onto the bed. "Come on, baby. I'll 
show you what a real man's like." 

Cathy didn't make any effort to get away, but Lee could see the pitiful look 
of terror in her eyes, like a frightened doe at the mercy of a hunter. "Not 
right now, Bill," he said, placing his hand on Bill shoulder's as he-edged 
toward the terrified girl. "I don't think she's up to it." 

"What the hell are you talking about If she was 'up to it' for you, then 
she's ready for me!" Bill shoved his hand aside and slithered up beside 
Cathy's naked body. " ... Aren't you, sweetheart?" 

Cathy looked helplessly to Lee, pleading with her eyes that he not abandon 
her to this animal. She couldn't stand to even look at him, just the sight 
of him made her feel sick inside. Even his hands felt slimy and dirty when 
they touched herhis face half-contorted in a filthy grin. Cathy wasn't 
really certain why this man repulsed her sohe wasn't really ugly or 
anythingbut there was just something about him that gave her the cold 
shivers when he came near. 

"Well, sweetheart, what'ya say? Are you gonna' give it to me real niceor do 
I have to take it? Either way's all right with me." He was holding his long, 
stiff cock in his right hand, and Cathy could see that it was at least an 
inch longer than Lee's, or at least it seemed to be. 

"Please, Bill ... you just can't," she pleaded, her bruised passage still 
throbbing from the harsh ravishment she had just gone through. Holding it 
like that, his cock looked like a spear to herlong, thin and hard; but she 
couldn't pull her gaze away from itit was strangely fascinating. And though 
she dreaded his touch with every fiber of her being, still some morbid 
curiosity kept her from screaming and kicking her way out of his reach. 

"Okay, we'll do it the hard way." Lee reached out as if to stop his buddy, 
but quickly pulled back. "Turn that pretty little ass of yours over, cutie," 
ordered Bill. "Let's try something new." Cathy didn't move an inch. "Come 
on, Bill. You don't want to do that ... I mean ... she's not that kind of 
girl," stammered Lee. "Oh, stop worrying," replied Bill. "I'm not gonna' 
cornhole her, if that's what you mean." 

Bill grabbed her bare legs just above her ankles, and twisted her over 
roughly, forcing her to roll over on her belly, crushing her naked breasts 
beneath her. In the dimly lit room, the two men breathed heavily at the 
sight of her smooth, unblemished buttocks, twin mounds of warm, soft flesh, 
quivering as she trembled before her attacker. Her long, gracefully curving 
legs came together tantalizingly at the tops of her delicate thighs, still 
moist with perspiration. Cathy lay paralyzed with feartoo terrified to move. 
Bill laughed at her blushing, maidenly innocence. "You know, Lee, she might 
not have been kidding. You were on the level, weren't you kid? About being a 
virgin, I mean." 

Cathy chewed into her bottom lip to keep from crying, and nodded yes. 

"Well, that's one problem you'll never have to worry about again," said 
Bill, easing his hands under her belly. Locking his fingers together over 
the soft, sparse mound at the junction of her thighs, he lifted her to her 
knees. 

Her naked, defenseless buttocks now thrust directly up at Bill, wide open 
and vulnerable for anything he desired. He looked down at heran unbelievable 
delicacy, so perfectly ripe and delicious as her firm, young ass squirmed 
nearly in his face, waiting for his next move. 

"I don't suppose you need any warming up," he leered. "I can see that tight 
little pussy of yours is still plenty wet and juicy." He placed the 
throbbing head of his long, stiff prick right at the moist, narrow opening 
of her moist passage, and eased it slowly into the soft, tight holeonly a 
fraction inthen a tiny bit more.... 

Cathy felt the choking ball of nausea welling inside her. She wanted more 
than anything to lunge forward, to scramble away from this awful man before 
it was too late. To run all the way back to her house if she had toanything 
to make this nightmare end. But she couldn'tshe just couldn't. Now his hands 
had massaged their way along her bare belly and were gently caressing the 
soft flesh of her breasts, delicately fondling the sensitive nipples as she 
cowered before him like a helpless slave before its master. 

He squeezed her soft breasts tightly between his wide-spread fingers as his 
long throbbing cock slipped easily between the tight, wet walls of pink 
fleshpushing his hairy loins forward to force his hard cock deeper and 
deeper inside her warm receptive hole. 

Bill could feel her young body tense as his prick slithered like a hungry 
snake deep up into her wet, pulsating little cunt. "Don't be so tense, 
baby," said Bill, his hands still fondling her tender breasts. "Loosen up a 
little ... you'll thank me for it." 

Nearly all of his long, hard cock was now buried in her warm, moist passage, 
easing slowly in and out in long, easy strokes as he probed deeper inside 
her than anyone had ever been. He knew he was in virgin territorythat Lee 
couldn't have fucked her this deepand Cathy knew it, too. That same hot, 
agonizing glow was beginning to make its presence felt in her quivering 
belly, and suddenly she realized that her breath was coming in quick, 
rhythmic gaspsin perfect time with the hard shaft that was working its way 
into her from behind. 

Oh my God, what's happening to me! This is so dirty ... so perverted! Am I 
turning into an animal ... Bill could feel her "turning on" and started to 
pick up the deep, smooth strokes, stepping up the rhythm as she began to 
respond. 

"Mmmmmmm," she murmured, her lips only slightly parted, her eyes tightly 
shut. Without even knowing it, she began to grind her smooth hips in a tiny 
circle, rocking forward and back gently as his cock wormed deeper and deeper 
up in her tight, quivering belly. 

"Ooooohh ... Ooooohhh, yes ... yes, that's it...." Her body was a hungry 
flesh, eager and willing to swallow up this intruding shaft as she moved 
back as far as she could, forcing it even deeper inside her. 

Half of her was fighting like mad to keep from surrendering to this strange, 
overpowering desire, but the rest of her body was already caught in its 
strong grip. Every long, deep thrust seemed to plunge deeper than the one 
before. 

Bill didn't miss a beatsmoothly and teasingly slipping his stiff cock into 
her hot, wet pussy, almost to the hilt. He could see that, now, she was 
ready for anything. Grabbing her hips like two steering knobs, he shoved his 
cock as far as it would go up inside her, burying it all the way up to the 
hilt in her belly. 

"No! No ... stop, please! Just for a minute, stop! You're hurting me ... 
Please!" cried Cathy, her naked young body twisting and squirming like an 
impaled insect as he smashed into her delicate passage again and again. She 
tried to get away, but it was hopeless. 

Bill pulled her upturned ass tight back against his loins as he screwed her, 
her wet crotch grinding against his hairy pelvis as he rocked back and forth 
at a frantic pace. He had held back as long as he could, and now he pounded 
his way into her young pulsating belly like a savage animal, sweat pouring 
off his naked body. 

"Stop, please ... you're killing me!" she screamed. "Please!" But he didn't 
ease up for a second. Her writhing, twisting young body was like fuel for 
the fire that was raging out of control in his loins, and her cries only 
fanned the flames. 

Reaching under her, he gently spread the soft, pink folds of tender flesh 
around her budding clitoris, and rolled it like a tiny ball between his 
thumb and forefinger, sending shivers of pleasure through her quivering 
body. She fought itthe tiny, electric jolts of pleasure were all wrong, and 
to give in to them was to admit defeat. But she knew how useless it was to 
fight itchills of ecstasy were already racing wildly along her spine. 

His aching prick nearly bursting from the painful pressure of his hot load 
pushing up from his tightly swelled balls, Lee shoved the hard shaft deep 
inside her again and again in long, smooth thrusts. As he pulled back, his 
long, glistening-wet penis nearly free of her tightly-clenched cunt mouth, 
he paused a second; then lunged forward once more, the wet, matted hairs of 
his naked pelvis crushed tightly against her trembling ass as his cock 
sought the soft, warm shelter inside her young belly. Her tight pussy, 
though soft and wet from her own juices, held his hard cock like a velvet 
glove, every inch of its rock-hard length squeezed firmly by the hot, fleshy 
walls of her cunt. 

Like before, she found herself grinding her narrow hips back on his impaling 
shaft to meet his hard, vicious thrusts. And gone from her mind were any 
thoughts of how despicable this man had seemed to her just minutes earlier. 
His long, thin cock was fucking her where no man had been before and she 
wanted every marvelous inch of its length imbedded deep in her soft, warm 
shelter. 

"Oh yes ... yes. Don't stop ... don't stop!" Bill grinned as the sweat 
trickled down his face. Those were the words he wanted to hear. With every 
tiny scrap of strength left in his exhausted body, he slammed his penis 
straight up into her belly, his wet loins smacking loudly as they slapped 
against her buttocks. 

Lee was sitting just a few feet away, still naked as he finished another 
drink, his eyes fixed intently on the two glistening bodies as they writhed 
and bucked in unison. He could see Bill's long cock easily as it pistoned in 
and out of the young girl's tight hungrily sucking pussy. 

Bill groaned loudly as his stiff prick suddenly began to jerk wildly, his 
hot, white load spurting free from his aching balls and into her wet, juicy 
passagemingling deep inside her with Lee's emptied semen. She could feel the 
warm bursts growing like great billowing clouds as they splattered deep in 
her belly. 

"No! Not yet," she begged. "Please don't stop!" Cathy fell forward on her 
face, burying her tormented anguish in the soft pillow, her body still 
trembling. What has he done to me! Oh God, what's happening ... Oh what is 
this awful feeling!? Why did he stop? I can't stand it! I.... 

And then she knew it wasn't really over, for those familiar gentle hands 
caressed her tenderly as they turned her on her side. And again she felt 
that empty hunger in her loins vanish, as a delicious hardness slipped wetly 
into the eager passage between her hungrily spread thighs.... 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

"The bath is the last door on the left ... and the door on the right is the 
linen closet. Just pick out a clean towel and make yourself at home. I've 
got to try to finish this damn paper." Cindy went back to her typewriter, 
and Cathy tried one more time to summon the nerve to call home. She had been 
at Cindy's place for a half-hour already, and she knew that every minute she 
waited would only make it worse. 

I can't ... I just can't. It's nearly three A.M.! What-possible excuse could 
I give them for being out this late? 

Cathy knew how incredibly lucky she was that someone like Cindy was around. 
Cindy had agreed to come pick her up without even a moment's hesitation, 
even though it was past two. It hadn't been easy calling her either, but it 
was that or nothing. When the two men had finished with her, they had a few 
more drinksand by that time nobody felt like driving all the way back out to 
the Johnson farm. They would have taken her back in the morning, they said, 
but Cathy wasn't about to wait around for that. She knew she was in enough 
trouble already. Larry was the first one she thought of, but she was afraid 
that he might start a fight or something, and the last thing she wanted was 
more trouble. 

Cindy hadn't asked any questions yet, but Cathy knew she was dying to hear 
the whole lurid story. All she told her was that her date was too drunk to 
take her home, and could she possibly come pick her up. It was Cindy's idea 
that she spend the night at her place. "You're in no shape to go walking 
into the house," she had said when she took one look at Cathy, her hair damp 
and twisted, her skirt wrinkled, andworst of all, wearing a man's shirt. 
That had been Lee's last attempt at being decent, but was better than 
nothing at all. 

She started to go back in the living room and talk to Cindy about what had 
happened, but no, that phone call had to come first. Her fingers trembled 
nervously as she dialed the number and heard the one-long/one-short ring on 
the other end. "Hello, Mom?" There was a long pause on that end, and a noise 
like the receiver falling against something hard. 

"Cathy ... Cathy, what's the idea of calling this late? And why aren't you 
home? Do you know what time it is, young lady? I've been lying on that bed 
for hours, worrying about you. You could have called, and ... " 

"I know, I know, Mama." She always called her that when she wanted 
something. It usually softened her up a little. "I'm really sorry. I mean 
it. I ... didn't know it was getting so late. And Lee's car broke down, and 
he couldn't get it started," she said. "And he had to leave it on the street 
and take a cab back. I told him he could drop me off here, I mean he 
couldn't have sent me all the way home in a cab." 

"Here where?" 

"Here at Cindy's. Cindy Moore. I'm going to spend the night here ... if it's 
all right." Cathy paused and waited for some reply, but there wasn't one. 
"It is okay?" 

"Well, I don't appreciate you waiting this late to tell me, but I guess it's 
all right. What about your school work? Didn't you tell me you had a lot to 
do?" 

"Oh, that's no problem, Mom. There's nothing really important. And I won't 
miss any classes. I'll just go from here." 

"What about your clothes," she asked. "Can you wear what you have?" 

Cathy remembered she was wearing Lee's shirt. "Yes," she finally muttered, 
"these clothes are fine." She was hoping she could borrow a blouse from 
Cindy, or she'd look pretty silly in math class. "I'll see you, Mom. Bye." 

"Can I come in?" The words jarred her awake. Cathy was soaking in the steamy 
water, soaking the pain out of her bruised flesh. "Sure. It's your bathroom, 
come on in." She suddenly wished she had some bubbles to cover her 
nakedness. Even with another girl, she felt kind of strange just lying there 
completely nude. Cindy dropped the lid to the toilet and sat down on the 
pastel blue tufted cover. "How do you feel? Does the water help?" she asked. 

Cathy tried to nonchalantly drape the washcloth over her hips. "Yes, it's 
perfect. I don't know why I'm so tired. I guess I just haven't been getting 
enough sleep lately." Cindy didn't seem to have any trouble buying that. 

"Yeah. Losing sleep'll do it to you." Cindy fumbled with the bath towels, 
straightening them and lining up the edges neatly. "Cathy, you don't have to 
play games with me. I was there at Ben's, too, remember?" Her face lit up 
like she just remembered something. "Boy, was I there!" 

Cathy felt her cheeks redden. "I know. It's all sort of blurry, but I do 
remember ... at least I think I do. That was quite a performance." Cindy sat 
back down beside the tub. "You weren't doing too badly yourself. Who was 
that guy who yanked you out of Ben's? Was that the guy you went to the motel 
with?" 

"I didn't go to any motel!" snapped Cathy. "Well, not like you mean it. We 
just ... just ... " 

"Okay, okay. Just take it easy. I'm not your mother, remember? This is Cindy 
you're talking to." 

Cathy wished she could hide under the soapy water. "I'm sorry, Cindy. I 
don't know what's come over me. I shouldn't be talking like that to you. Not 
after you were nice enough to come and get me, and let me stay here tonight. 
It's been pretty hard for me tonight, and I guess I just need somebody to 
take it all out on," explained Cathy. 

Cindy seemed to understand. "Listen," she said. "You don't need anybody to 
take it out on. You need someone to talk it over with. Why don't you tell me 
what's going on. I saw the way you looked when you met me in front of that 
motel. You didn't get that way because your date was a little drunk. Come 
on, level with me. I'm no angel, you couldn't shock me if you tried." 

"You're right, Cindy, let me get out of this hot tub and I'll tell you the 
whole thing. But you've got to promise not to tell." 

"You're too much," laughed Cindy. "Who would I tell? And besides, who was 
the one at the bar who just had to take her clothes off? I'm not quite in 
any position to be telling on you, am I?" 

Clutching the fluffy towel to her breasts, Cathy stepped from the tub and 
dried her feet and legs. 

"Here, let me help you," offered Cindy, rubbing Cathy's bare back gently 
with another towel. She started to decline, but figured there was no harm in 
it. "We'll get you all fixed up, and then you can tell me all about it," 
said Cindy, delicately toweling Cathy's smooth back and buttocks, and down 
the backs of her long legs. 

Cathy could see her in the mirror, down on her knees at her back, gently 
drying her naked body. 

"And that's it. Or as much as I can remember." Cathy's eyes were once again 
reddened with tears as she related the whole story about meeting Lee, having 
dinner, Ben's place, even about his friend Bill and what had happened in 
that motel room. "And now you know why I was so upset when you picked me up. 
It was so awful Cindy ... just awful." 

"Cindy put her arm around her shoulder. "Now, now, none of that, Cathy. 
You'll get over it. And besides, it could have been a lot worse." 

"A lot worse! You don't understand what those men did to me. They...." Cindy 
stopped her. "You don't have to go through all that again. I know what 
happened. But all I meant was that you'll recover. And it certainly isn't 
any worse to lose your virginity that way than in the back seat with some 
hick at a drive-in." Drive-in! Did Larry tell her about him and me!? 

"Don't tell me you didn't really enjoy it. Come on now, it was really fun, 
wasn't it? I mean, other than hurting your pride, that is," said Cindy. 

"Don't say things like that!" snapped Cathy. "It certainly wasn't fun! Maybe 
for you that sort of thing is fun, but not for me!" She was sorry she'd said 
that almost before the words were out. Why did she have to be so damn smart! 

"I'm sorry, Cindy ... Again. I'm just not myself. I'd better get some sleep, 
or I won't be able to make it to class at all." 

"Sure, I understand. Let's turn in. I'll wake you up in plenty of time." 

"Thanks. One more thing, could I borrow something to sleep in? A gown or 
something," asked Cathy. 

"Sorry. Can't help you there. I don't own anything like that. I sleep in the 
buff. Always have ... at least since I was fifteen. I might have a blouse or 
something, but that's the best I can do," said Cindy. 

"No, that's all right. I guess I really don't need anything," admitted 
Cathy. She waited until Cindy went back into the bathroom to brush her 
teeth, and slipped out of her borrowed robe and under the covers of Cindy's 
bed. That's where she had insisted she sleep, since it was plenty big for 
two. As she pulled back the covers, she couldn't help wondering how many 
boys had been there before her. It was terrible to even think such things 
about anyone who'd been so nice, thought Cathy, but she could not help it. 

"I'm glad you took that side," said Cathy when she returned. "I've got a 
thing about sleeping on the left side. Just can't do it. I lie awake all 
night whenever I have to sleep on that side of a bed. Is that enough cover 
for you? I've got plenty more if you think you'll need it later. That's all 
I ever use, and sometimes I kick that off by morning. I think my body 
temperature is just a little higher than most people's. Hot-blooded, I 
guess?" 

Cathy decided she'd ignore that remark. 

Cindy finished undressing and combed her thick, red hair in front of her 
mirror. "How about a little music while we go to sleep? I usually put on a 
few records just before I go to bed. Helps me sleep." 

"All right," agreed Cathy. "Maybe music would help me unwind. I'm still 
awfully knotted up, you know what I mean?" 

She turned off the light, switched the stereo to "auto," and climbed into 
bed beside Cathy. "I know exactly what you mean. You have had a pretty 
trying night, after all. You need a little rub-down," she said, pulling the 
covers back from Cathy's bare back. "Here, let me show you." And before 
Cathy knew what was happening, Cindy was on her knees beside her, skillfully 
massaging the tightened muscles of her neck and shoulders. 

"Ummmmmm. You're right," purred Cathy. "That's just perfect." She could feel 
the kinks letting go as Cindy deftly squeezed and kneaded her soft flesh 
between her fingers. "I used to date a guy who knew all about this sort of 
thing, and he taught me. It's a real art, you know. You have to apply just 
enough pressure to do the job without injuring the muscles or nerves. I'm 
not hurting you, am I?" she asked. 

"Oh, no. It feels ... great." She tried to push aside any thoughts of that 
motel room and everything that happened there and just drift off into sleep, 
peaceful sleep. 

Cindy's fingers slowly worked their way down Cathy's bare back, her palms 
wide-spread as she massaged and caressed her smooth back. "After what you've 
been through, I'll bet you're really tensed-up here," she said, sliding her 
hands quickly over the twin, soft mounds of Cathy's buttocks and fastening 
her grip on her tender thighs. Cathy's whole body snapped at the unexpected 
contact. 

"Oh ... yes, I ... I guess so," she answered, feeling a little uneasy for 
the first time. "But you needn't bother, really. I'll be okay in the 
morning." But Cindy didn't stop. "In the morning?" Do you know what time it 
is? You've got a class in five hours. You just close your eyes and drift 
off. I'll take care of the rest." Cathy tried to relax, but her body was as 
stiff as a rail. Gently, Cindy's fingers massaged the softness of her naked 
thighs, as her thumbs gently prodded her legs apart. 

"It's none of my business, Cathy, but tell me ... did those men do anything 
to you ... here?" Her forefinger lightly circled the tight puckered little 
hole of her anus. Cathy felt a familiar tingle as a chill coursed its way 
along her spine. 

Her mouth was suddenly dry"No ... no they didn't." 

She felt something warm and wet touch her back, right at the bottom of her 
spine. She shivered so violently that she was sure Cindy must have noticed, 
but she didn't try to stop her. She felt it again, and this time there was 
no mistaking itCindy had kissed her! 

"What are you doing?" she asked weakly. 

Cindy laughed at her timidity. "Just relax like I told you. I'm going to 
make you forget all about what happened tonight. Just relax ... just relax 
... just relax." Her words were nearly hypnotic as she gently stroked 
Cathy's back, her hands easing further and further along her spine. In 
seconds, her hands were caressing the soft, warm bulges of her buttocks as 
Cathy lay motionless on the clean, white sheets. Cindy pulled the remaining 
covers from Cathy's naked body. She was thankful that the room was so darkat 
least she wouldn't have to look at Cindy. Suddenly she was straddling 
Cathy's body, kneeling with one leg on either side of her hips. Cathy didn't 
even breathe, her entire body taut and tingling as she waited for the girl's 
next move. But she wasn't afraid, just nervous and bewildered, and 
fascinated with what was happening to her. She would never in a thousand 
years have guessed that another girl's touch could excite her; that another 
girl's fingers could arouse such excitement in her. She tried not to shiver 
as Cindy's gentle fingers stroked the curve of her buttocks and her soft 
thighs warmly, tenderly ... and skillfully. 

The shivers coursed through her body like tiny shafts ofelectricity as 
Cindy's hands flowed soothingly over her, gently caressing her from her 
shoulders to her feet, her fingertips barely touching her skin as they 
glided like ten charged electrodes over her sensitive flesh. 

"Mmmmm. That's nice," Cathy murmured through half-parted lips, her own arms 
locked tightly around her pillow, her silken hair spreading in a golden fan 
above her head. Cindy lowered her head and tenderly placed a gentle kiss on 
Cathy's thigh, where the soft roundness of her buttocks met the smoothness 
of her long legs. And again she kissed her, this time further along the 
delicious mound, her tongue flicking deeply into the crevice between the 
cheeks of her naked ass. Her whole body quivered at Cindy's touch as her 
fingers explored the long, smooth expanse of her back and legs, her 
fingertips trailing softly over her tingling flesh. 

Cindy gently spread her soft thighs apart, and kissed her tenderly on the 
smooth curve of her legsthen again, her teeth nibbling at the delicate flesh 
where her thighs joined the mound of her buttocks. 

What's she doing to me! This is crazy ... it's just crazy! 

"Oooooooh...." she moaned as Cindy's long tongue licked teasingly at the 
warm, pink folds of her pussy. And no longer did Cathy wonder what was 
happening to her; she just closed her eyes tightly and savored every 
tingling chill that surged through her naked body. 

Cindy's tongue wiggled between the soft, moist folds of flesh and found the 
pulsing bud of her clitoris, nestled deep in the narrow, damp slit. It 
hardened and swelled as she rolled it deftly between her lips, her tongue 
flicking tauntingly at the sensitive bud. Her hands slipped under Cathy's 
squirming body, and along the smoothness of her belly to reach her soft 
breasts crushed beneath her. "Mmmmmm ... that's so good. So good...." 
Cindy's fingers caressed the firm bulging breasts tenderly, tweaking her 
jutting, pink nipples, and squeezing her soft, warm tits inside her cupped 
hands. 

Her hungry lips sucked voraciously on the throbbing nodule of her clitoris, 
sending shivers of ecstasy pulsing through Cathy's body. 

Cathy no longer felt any need to stop her, to make her cease this 
wantonness. For all she felt was the insatiable, raging inferno of abandoned 
desire deep in her belly. Her moist, warm passagevirginal just hours agowas 
suddenly throbbing with painful emptiness. She wanted somethinganythingto 
fill its aching deptha long, hard cock that could take her hunger away. 

She offered no resistance as Cindy rolled her over on her back. Her eager, 
wet lips then fastened on Cathy's tender nipples, sucking them hungrily; 
rolling one, then the other between her teeth. Cindy's hand caressed its way 
slowly back to the hot, moist slit between her legs. Cathy's long, smooth 
legs squirmed incessantly as her buttocks ground savagely against the 
mattress, squeezing the sheet tightly between the full white halves of her 
naked ass in her desperate need to satisfy the growing hunger inside. 

"Now, doesn't that feel great," Cindy whispered softly in her ear. "I told 
you I'd fix you up, didn't I?" Cathy moaned a hoarse "Yes" as Cindy's finger 
suddenly slipped inside her warm, wet passage, caressing the tender, moist 
walls of pink flesh as it probed deeply inside her. 

"Oh, yes ... yes, please ... that's it! That's It!" Cathy's naked, young 
body jerked convulsively as Cindy slipped another finger into the tight, 
moist tunnel, her lips still nibbling eagerly at the tips of her throbbing 
nipples. 

Her two fingers began a slow, in-and-out rhythm, slipping easily between the 
moist walls of her cunt, as her thumb gently traced circles around the 
pulsing bud of her clitoris. 

Cathy's mouth was half-open, as if she was about to speak, her back arched 
high off the bed as her hips lunged upward to meet Cindy's deeply probing 
fingers. Slowly Cindy speeded up the rhythmic strokes, burrowing her long 
fingers faster and faster in the tight gentle throbbing slit. Her lips and 
teeth nibbled hungrily at her naked breasts, then began to work their way 
down her bare belly toward the soft, sparse triangle at the mid-point of her 
grinding hips. 

Cindy could hear a low, animal moan coming from deep inside her as she 
pumped her stiffened fingers harder and harder into Cathy's warm, wet pussy. 

Spreading her flailing legs as far as they would go, Cindy lowered her head 
once more to Cathy's warm, wet slit, pushing her own long red hair away from 
her face. Like an animal hungrily devouring its prey, she parted the soft, 
sparse pubic fuzz and burrowed her lips and tongue into the fleshy crevice, 
licking her super-sensitive clitoris as her lips nibbled gently on the soft, 
pink folds of her vagina. 

Cindy knew it wouldn't be longshe could feel Cathy's lean, young body 
jerking rhythmically in time with her deep-probing fingers worming their way 
into her tight, wet passage. She positioned her throbbing clitoris between 
her teeth and sucked it like a straw as Cathy arched completely off the bed, 
only her shoulders and feet supporting her quivering body. 

"Yes, yes! ... Don't stop! Don't stop!" she cried, and Cindy rammed her 
stiff fingers as far as they would go into her hungry, grasping pussy, 
sliding easily up to the last knuckle between the hot, wet walls of her 
tight cunt. 

"Don't stop! Oh, please, don't stop! ... Aaaaagghhh!" 

Cathy's naked body snapped like a thousand volts of electricity were 
blasting through it, her narrow hips lunging savagely as Cindy chewed again 
and again on her pulsing clit. A flashing, bright rainbow of colors burst 
before her tightly-closed eyes as a wild, abandoned climax wracked her young 
bodyglistening with perspiration as every muscle throbbed out its helpless 
surrender to the hungrily nibbling mouth rutting between her thighs. 

And in a moment, it was over, and Cathy collapsed in a tired, shivering heap 
on the rumpled bed, gasping for breath as she struggled to regain some tiny 
bit of normalcy. 

"Shhhh ... just close your eyes and go to sleep," whispered Cindy in her 
ear, her own full, ripe breasts brushing across Cathy's bare chest as she 
leaned over her. "There, there ... don't say a word, just drift off to 
sleep, and I'll wake you up for class." 

Cindy pulled the sheet over them in the darkness, and stacked up the records 
on the changer one more time. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

That first night at Cindy's just wasn't the sort of thing you talk aboutto 
anyone. At least not in North Carolina. Cathy did her best to dodge her eyes 
for a while, but when that one night stay became two, three, then four 
dayswell, it didn't seem so awful the second and third times. In fact, Cathy 
knew that no matter how much she pretended otherwise, she really was 
fascinated by the discovery of a whole facet of life that she didn't even 
know existed. 

It was almost inevitable that Cindy would ask her to move in permanently. 
And Cathy couldn't turn her down, for she was finding a fascinating 
excitement that living on her parents' farm could never hope to offer. And 
it was all somehow evil and tantalizing, and totally enjoyable in a 
forbidden sort of way. But Cindy didn't let her nocturnal distractions with 
Cathy slow down her dating the slightest bit. She was out with a different 
boy for three nights in a row, and Cathy couldn't possibly miss the moans 
and fast-breathing that seemed to be an essential part of Cindy's social 
lifenow confined to the sofa in the living room, but still just as active 
and noisy. 

They never talked about what sometimes happened between themjust allowed it 
to happen as though it was the normal thing to do. It was all so strange and 
dream-like, something that Cathy had never really even thought about, much 
less considered for herself. She knew it wasn't so terribly uncommon, that 
there were even bars where girls went with other girls in some of the big 
cities; there were even movies about that kind of life, but films like that 
never made it to North Carolina. 

Her feelings for Cindy were uncertain, at-best. She'd never been this close 
to anyone before, male or female, and it took some getting used to. But the 
strangest part of all was that she knew she wasn't queer, or anything like 
that, because she certainly hadn't lost her interest in men; if anything, it 
was keener than ever before. Cathy had just tried not to think too 
diligently about anything that first week with Cindy; that way life was 
simple, and she could always leave the problems and decisions for later. 

And when Cathy explained to her parents how convenient it would be to share 
an apartment so close to the campus, they gave in without a struggle, and 
Cathy and Cindy loaded Cathy's clothes and belongings in Cindy's car and it 
became official. The rent was seventy-five dollars, plus utilities, and half 
of that was Cathy's share, plus all of her own telephone charges. The phone 
came with the apartment, but long distance calls were extra. With what she 
had saved up, plus the little her parents would be able to send her each 
month, she was sure she could swing it without any trouble at all. And there 
was always that cosmetics counter at Lewis' Pharmacyshe had worked there 
weekends when she was in high school, and old Mr. Lewis would jump at the 
chance to hire her back. He always did have an eye for her. 

The move went smoothly and without any hitches, unless you count the two 
distraught calls from Mother. She called twice to let her know that Larry 
had been by twice to see her, but she hadn't told him anything. She figured 
that should be up to Cathy, but she was a little more forceful on the second 
call about Cathy's obligation to at least call the boy. That was something 
else she and Cindy hadn't talked abouther being with Larry that night at 
Ben's Place. But Cathy was hardly in any position to say too much after what 
had happened. 

But even that problem took care of itself when Larry called Cindy's and 
Cathy answered the phone; there was no way to back out now, so she told him. 
"I'm living with Cindy now. We're splitting the rent and everything," she 
said. "I would have told you anyway, but I just wanted a little time to 
myself. I hope you understand." 

"I understand, all right. But not about that jerk you were with at Ben's. 
Who the hell was he, and where'd you dig him up?" Cathy slammed the receiver 
down without any reply, and left for class. She felt as though she should be 
upset, that maybe she should cry a little or something. But all that seemed 
sort of childish and pointless. 

Who needs him? With three thousand boys on this campus, why should I waste 
time with a hick like that. He's not running my life anymore, I am; and I 
can do a lot better on my own. 

"Hey Cathy, you got any blue jeans?" Cathy was dozing on the sofa, tired 
after a three hour math exam. "Yeah, I think so, why?" Cindy tossed her 
books on the floor, and pulled her nylon parka over her head. "You'd better 
grab hold of something. This might shake you up a little," began Cindy. 
"Have you ever been on a motorcycle?" 

"A motorcycle?" 

"Well, maybe I'd better start at the beginning." Cindy wriggled out of her 
mini-skirt and flopped onto the sofa. "You see, I've got these friendsa 
bunch of guys from Raleigh who all drive motorcycles. Choppers, you knowbig 
bikes. They all belong to this motorcycle clubmost of them live together in 
a big, old house north of the city." 

"What's that got to do with us," interrupted Cathy suspiciously. It was 
beginning to look like one of Cindy's bird-brained ideas. 

"Just hold on. I'll get to it," she continued. "You see, Skeet and 
Jerrythey're two of the guysthey've got this great trip to the beach planned 
for tomorrow. They're staying in this cottage right on the ocean, miles from 
anybody. And we're going with 'em." 

"What!? I don't even know these people! How could you tell them I'd go. And 
besides, I've got a quiz coming up on Monday." 

"Calm down. I expected a little static from you. But believe me, it'll be 
the time of your life. These guys really know how to throw a party. You'll 
never be able to thank me enough." 

Cathy still didn't think much of the idea. "I don't know, Cindy. Aren't 
those motorcycle types kind of rough. I mean, what about all those 
motorcycle movies? Don't they have long hair, and go around beating up 
people?" 

"Oh, you're too much," laughed Cindy. "You were out there on that farm too 
long. I think the sun got to your brain." 

"Don't make cracks about our farm. You know how I feel about that," said 
Cathy, a trifle annoyed. "All right, all right. I apologize. But just say 
you'll go. Trust me ... you won't be sorry." 

"Okay, you win. But remember, it was your idea." 

Saturday morning was crystal clear, with the first signs of autumn in the 
air. It was the first day in months that was really comfortable, without 
that terrific Coastal Plain humidity that seemed to linger around this part 
of the country most of the year. Cindy was up and dressed earlier than Cathy 
could remember, and she had bacon and eggs ready when Cathy stumbled in 
groggily at eight o'clock. 

"Wow, what got into you?" she asked. "I've never seen you out of bed this 
early." 

Cindy scraped the pan of scrambled eggs onto a plate. "Never mind the wise 
cracks," she quipped. "Just eat your eggs. You might not eat again 'til 
tonight. It'll take a while to get to the cottage." 

"Are we going to ride on their motorcycles all the way to the beach?" asked 
Cathy. 

The coffee smelled about ready, so Cindy took it off the burner. "Unless 
you'd rather walk. But don't worry about it, we'll stop if you get tired. 
And I think Jerry said something about going through Atlantic Beach first. 
We'll probably have a few beers there, and then drive down the coast to the 
cottage. It's about an hour's drive south of Atlantic Beach." 

Cathy started to say something, but it was suddenly drowned out by the roar 
of high RPM engines outside. She pushed open the curtains and leaned out the 
open window, forgetting that she was still wearing her see-through nightie. 
An ear-splitting din of whistles greeted her as she emerged through the 
window frame. 

"Cindy! I thought you said we were going with two boys from Raleigh," she 
said, retreating quickly back inside. "There are four guys down there. And 
no girls! I didn't agree to any odds like that. You can just march down 
there and ... " 

"Hold it! Don't get all worked up over nothing. I just forgot to tell you, 
that's all," she exclaimed. "Those other boys are just along for the ride. 
They'll be splitting at Atlantic Beach. Jerry invited them to ride down with 
us 'cause it's always more fun with more riders. You're not mad, are you?" 

Something told her she should be, but Cathy was still too sleepy to argue. 
"No, no. Just give me time to get dressed. I'll eat breakfast as soon as I 
get some jeans on. Those guys may be pounding the door down any minute." 

Cindy pulled a chair up to the table and poured her coffee. "Take your time. 
They can wait. Besides, they're probably going over to see Pete and Ron 
across the street. That's where I met Jerry. Ron used to go to school with 
some of the motorcycle bunch up in Raleigh." Cathy waved her off as she made 
her way towards the shower. "Okay. I've heard enough. If I'm not back in 
fifteen minutes, come wake me up. I'll be in the shower." 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Racing along Highway 64, her long blonde, hair billowing behind her in the 
wind, Cathy felt really good for the first time in days. For the first time 
since that night in the motel, she was able to think clearly and freely, 
without the sinister shadow of everything that happened lurking in the back 
of her mind. The road was nearly free of traffic, most of the summer crowd 
having already packed up and gone inland, leaving the empty beaches for the 
late season surfers and fishermen. Most of the cars they passed were topped 
with long surf casting rods, for this was the time of year that the big 
channel bass the North Carolina coast is famous for begin their annual run. 
Cathy had never been to the beach in the off-season, and she wondered how it 
would look without its usual coating of sun-worshippers covering every inch 
of the white sand. The four big, chromed choppers caused quite a stir in the 
tiny towns along the route; shoppers in the small-town stores stopped 
whatever they were doing to grab a quick look as they roared through. She 
tried to steal a peek at the speedometer, but couldn't. They seemed to be 
going a lot faster than most of the traffic on the road. Cathy gulped in 
great lungfuls of the damp, clean air as they crossed the Neuse River in New 
Bern, their last town of any size before the coast. 

Her date seemed to be Skeet, though the introductions were too fast to be 
really sure. Cindy was with Jerry, that much was certain. And she was pinned 
behind him on the big Harley so tightly it was hard to tell where he stopped 
and where she began. Cathy was trying not to be quite so familiar, but it 
was difficult with only the tiny leather pad to sit on, and nothing but 
Skeet to hold on to. She wasn't sure who the other boys wereCindy had 
introduced them as Jerry was cranking his chopper, and everything after 
"Cathy, this is...." was drowned in the roar. 

A carload of Marines from Camp Lejune roared by, and Cathy could see by 
their faces that whatever they were yelling wasn't any too polite. It didn't 
bother her, but it did seem rather silly. There wasn't anything about the 
boys' looks that should have offended anyone; their hair was a little longer 
than normal, but not really hippie-length or anything. 

Maybe it's the blue jeans and jackets that bothers them, she told herself. 
Cindy didn't seem to even notice, and Cathy could see her laughing and 
yelling about something to one of the other bike-riders. They were more or 
less in single file, in case there were any patrolmen cruising this long 
stretch, but the riders were constantly changing positions, gunning past 
each other in a sort of highway leap-frog as they raced along. 

The breath-taking speed was exhilarating, and Cathy soon forgot about the 
dangers and was caught up with the others in the sheer thrill of zooming 
along without so much as a windscreen to block the wind in their faces. 
Cathy could tell they were getting close to Morehead City, the last town 
before the beach. In fact, she was certain she could smell the tangy 
salt-spray of the ocean in the chilling breeze as they roared through the 
sandy countryside, dotted here and there with tiny scrub pines, gnarled and 
twisted from the coastal wind. 

They slowed to a near crawl for Morehead, stopped for all the stoplights, 
and made their way across the last bridge, and finally, to Atlantic Beach. 
There were more people around than she expected, although most of the tiny 
concessions stands had closed for the winter. They headed straight for the 
center of the boardwalk, their motors roaring as they pulled into the 
parking lot. 

The usual year-long assortment of pimply-faced college freshmen and 
brand-new Marines from Camp Lejeune Marine Base was gathered at the long, 
ancient bar and at the few remaining tables on the outdoor deck. 

Cathy and Cindy dismounted slowly from their narrow perches and stretched 
their aching muscles. Cathy was glad the drinking-set was smaller than the 
usual summer crowd; from June through August this place would be packed to 
the dirty walls with loud-mouthed drunks ready for anything. 

"Well, how'd you like the ride?" asked Cindy. "Too much, huh?" Cindy was 
still trying to get the kinks out of her legs and back. "Yeah, it was great. 
But it sure dried me out. I'm dying for a coke." Skeet slapped his arm 
around her middle. "How about a beer instead? I could use a couple myself." 

Cathy didn't argue and the whole gang headed up the shaky wooden steps and 
into the big, empty room that housed the bar, a jukebox, pinball machines, 
and long rows of stacked-up chairs and tables. It was obvious they didn't 
expect a crowd. 

She got her first really good look at her date for the weekend as they 
gathered around one of the empty tables. Sitting behind him on the cycle was 
hardly the best vantage point. He was tall, probably over six feet, and not 
bad-looking. Better than Jerry, she told herself. 

For the first time she began to think seriously about what the weekend had 
in store; she couldn't escape the obviousJerry and Skeet weren't along for 
the ride and the fresh air. But she decided that was one problem she would 
handle when the time came. "Here you go. Wet and cold," said Jerry, 
struggling with the six bottles, a frosted glass upturned over each. 
"Somebody take one quick, before I drop 'em all." Cathy would have rather 
had a cola, but the beer tasted almost as good on her wind-parched lips. It 
soon became apparent that the other boys were Eddie and Dave, at least that 
was what Cindy called them when she talked to them. They were half-way 
through their third beers when she reached the bottom of her first. 

"I don't know about you girls, but I'm about ready to get back on the road. 
I won't be able to really unwind until I get to the cottage," said Jerry. 
"What'ya say we take off now, and pick up some beer on the way." 

"That's a great idea. We might as well stop and get some food before we get 
to the cottage, and we can get the beer at the same time," offered Cindy. 

It seemed to be unanimous, so they finished their beers, and Skeet and Jerry 
sent the girls on out to the bikes. Cathy could feel all those horny Marines 
eyeing them as they left the room. 

"Just don't look at them, and maybe they'll behave themselves," said Cindy. 
Cathy held her breath until she was back out in the bright sunlight again. 
"How about Skeet?" asked Cindy." Isn't he something?" 

"I hardly know him so far. But he seems all right," said Cathy, adjusting 
her scarf snugly around her neck to keep out the sand. "What about those 
other two? Where are they going to stay tonight?" 

Cindy seemed to think that was amusing. "You mean Dave and Eddie?" she 
laughed. "Don't worry about these two. By tonight they won't even know where 
they are. But we'll have plenty of room at the cottage, if they can find it 
drunk." 

"Now hold on a second," said Cathy. "You didn't say anything about the four 
of them being there ... at the cottage, I mean. I'm not even too sure about 
Jerry and Skeet. I'm not staying in a beach cottage with four boys!" 

"Shh-hh," whispered Cindy. "They're coming. Just stay cool, and leave all 
the worrying to me, okay?" 

Cathy didn't answer, but climbed obediently onto the back of the heavy, 
chromed chopper, and the four of them roared off in a cloud of sand and 
burned rubber, Eddie and Dave waving them off from the deck of the bar. 

Afternoon's chill was starting to set in when they arrived at the cottage. 
It was isolated, all right, just like Cindy had said. In fact, Cathy 
couldn't see another house along the deserted beach. The cottage looked to 
be pretty big, larger than she had expected, and was built on concrete 
pillars, high off the sand, with a place for parking underneath. Skeet and 
Jerry gunned their big cycles and threw a spray of sand behind them as they 
crossed the open area between the highway and the cottage. Jerry revved his 
chopper one last time, and switched it off. Cathy became aware of the 
pounding surf for the first time; it was louder than she remembered it from 
the summer, and the ocean was a cold steel-gray. 

"You and Cathy take the groceries inside. Here's the key," said Jerry. 
"We'll lock up the bikes and be along in a few minutes." Cathy and Cindy had 
carried the two bags for the last ten miles, since they left the grocery 
store, and they were glad to finally put them down. "My arm's killing me," 
moaned Cindy. "I may never use it again." 

"Oh, stop whining and find the light switch," shouted Cathy from the living 
room. 

The cottage was like every other beach house anywhereknotty pine walls and 
cheap rugs, pastel vinyl furniture with an occasional cigarette burn. But at 
least the rooms were fairly cheerful and airy. Cathy put her bag of 
groceries on the kitchen counter and explored the rest of the cottage. There 
were two bedroomsone of the first things she looked for each with twin beds, 
and a big screened porch across the rear, with steps leading down to the 
sand, and a panoramic view of the coastline for miles in both directions. 

"Cindy, did they get this place through a realtor or something like that?" 
asked Cathy. "It looks terribly expensive." 

"Not exactly," replied Cindy. "I think it belongs to a friend of Jerry's, 
but I'm not real sur6. They're still messing with those ridiculous machines 
of theirs, so let's walk down to the water while it's still light outside." 

After a few hard shoves, the screen door flew open and the girls went down 
the outside stairs and onto the beach. The surf was breaking just a few 
yards ahead. Off in the hazy distance they could make out the shape of a 
lone fishing boat, heading for port. The salt spray was biting-cold as it 
stung their faces. 

Gone was the clear blue sky that had so obligingly accompanied them all the 
way down from Greenville, and in its place, a solid black wall as an autumn 
storm front pushed its way in unannounced. It blanked out the sun as it 
crept eastward, and the temperature seemed to plunge a dozen degrees as the 
warmth of the sun was suddenly shut off. 

"Jesus, I'm freezing to death!" exclaimed Cindy. "Let's get inside and see 
if we can get that heater going." 

Supper wasn't muchjust some hamburgers and warmed-up pork and beans, 
followed by plenty of cold beer. Jerry and Skeet found a pile of dry 
firewood under the deck and managed to get a hot fire going in the brick 
fireplace. The room heater stubbornly refused to light. It was warm and cozy 
near the crackling fire, with the steady pounding of the surf whispering 
over the music from the radio. And the beer soon smoothed over all the rough 
edges as the four of them settled comfortably on the two pale blue sofas. 

"Sounds like the wind is picking up," said Skeet. "May be a storm building 
up. The weather forecast this morning said there was a chance of squalls 
tonight." 

"A storm?" questioned Cathy. "Not a big one, I hope. I mean, with us right 
here on the beach." 

"We'll be okay," assured Jerry. "I've been in this cottage during some 
pretty rough storms and I mean rough, with ten and fifteen foot wavesand 
this place is still standing, solid as a rock. I think that little rise 
between the house and the water helps block the wind. It gets pretty scary 
during a really big one, but I think it's safe." 

"How about another round of beers?" asked Skeet. "Then we won't even notice 
the storm." 

Cathy shook her head. "Not me. I'm so full I couldn't possibly drink another 
one." That wasn't quite true, but she wanted to be sure she knew what she 
was doing, and one or two more beers might have been too many. 

"Cathy's right," said Cindy. "Why don't you break out the stuff." Skeet 
grinned and went into the bedroom. He was back in a minute with a plastic 
bag full of something brown. Cathy was puzzled, but everyone else seemed to 
know what it was. 

Jerry took Cindy aside in the kitchen, and Cathy could tell she was the 
topic of discussion. Pretty soon they were both smiling, so whatever it was, 
they must have agreed. "We thought we'd pass a couple of joints around, but 
we wanted to be sure you didn't have any objections first. It is okay with 
you, isn't it, Cathy?" asked Cindy. 

Cathy was pretty sure what Cindy meant, but she didn't want to look stupid. 
"Oh yeah, sure. It's all right with me." She watched intently as Jerry 
poured some of the stuff from the bag onto a tiny piece of paper he had 
pulled from a pack in. his pocket. There couldn't be any doubt about it 
nowit was marijuana. The first she'd ever seen, but she knew what it was 
like from hearing some of the girls at college talking about it. It didn't 
look particularly sinisterin fact, rather harmless, sort of like tobacco. 
Jerry wrapped another piece of paper around the first, after he rolled the 
marijuana tightly inside, twisting the two firmly on both ends. 

"Here, Cindy," he said. "Start this one, and I'll roll a few more." 

Cindy rolled the cigarette between her lips, then held a lighted match to 
one end, blowing it out when the paper started to burn. Then she held it to 
her mouth and inhaled deeply, holding her breath as the sweet smelling smoke 
filled her lungs. She held the hot smoke inside as long as she could, then 
took another deep drag, passing the marijuana cigarette along to Skeet. The 
ritual was repeated, and Cathy-found it was her turn. 

"Go ahead. It won't hurt you," said Cindy. She gave it a try, inhaling the 
smoke like a regular cigarette. "No, no. You've got to hold the smoke in 
your lungs as long as possible. Try it again." 

She took another hot puff, and the smoke burned her throat as it went down, 
but she managed to keep it in. One more drag, and the joint went to Jerry. 
The tiny pinpoint of flame glowed as the cigarette went around again and 
again, followed by another from the little pile of hand-rolled joints Jerry 
had placed on the coffee table between the two sofas. The music seemed to 
get louder and louder, and the sound of the crashing surf was now definitely 
building into a roar. Or at least it seemed that way to Cathy. 

The whistling wind seemed to be growing louder and louder, its siren-like 
wail adding a sort of harmony to the roar of the crashing surf. There was 
definitely a storm on its way, and the very atmosphere seemed charged with 
electricity as the towering storm-clouds drew near. 

Cindy rolled a third joint and passed it to the others, then brought in 
another round of cold beers for everyone. Cathy noticed the beer tasted 
better than evericy and full-bodied as it cooled her parched throat. She 
wasn't used to smoking anything, and the burning marijuana irritated the 
back of her throat as it rushed into her lungs. 

"Hey, guys, what are we doing in here?" asked Cindy, jumping to her feet. 
"Let's go out on the beach! It'll be far-out with the storm coming up." 

No one needed any encouragement. "Too much! What're we waiting for?" shouted 
Skeet, yanking Cathy to her feet. She didn't really care one way or the 
other, but it seemed like a pretty good idea. 

Cindy and Jerry bounded down the back steps in two leaps and raced over the 
sand toward the surf, weaving and dodging shadowy potholes in the spooky, 
dim light of the moon as it glowed through a patchwork of black clouds that 
covered the entire sky. The crests of the incoming breakers glowed white as 
the giant waves pounded themselves apart in a burst of fine, cold spray that 
fell on them like rain as they raced along the beach at the water's edge. 
Cathy was shivering so hard she could barely speak, but the sinister ocean, 
whipped into a wild fury by the storm, was hypnotic, and soon her shoes were 
tossed on the sand dune as she splashed and leaped in the cold surf, her 
jeans soaked nearly to her waist. 

"Cathy, isn't this too-much!" shouted Cindy over the deafening roar of the 
waves breaking just off-shore. "Yeah, it's great! I just love it out here!" 
yelled Cathy. "I could stay on this beach forever!" she noticed Jerry had 
disappeared. "What happened to Jerry?" she yelled. 

Cindy splashed her way over to her side. "He went back for some firewood. We 
thought we would build a big fire on the beach. It'll be safe even with all 
this wind 'cause there's nothing around to burn," she explained. "And we can 
warm-up and dig this surf at the same time. Okay?" 

"S-sure, why not," answered Cathy, her teeth chattering as the water soaked 
through to her bare skin beneath her jeans. "I just hope he hurries 
b-b-before I ... I freeze to death." Cindy laughed at her seeming misery. 
"Oh, don't be such a baby. Come on, run a little. That'll warm you up." 

They raced back and forth like a couple of puppies, splashing each other and 
screaming louder each time, as Skeet cleared a big pit for the fire, banking 
the sand around it to make a windbreak. He got it finished as Jerry returned 
with a staggering load of firewood, piled so high he had to crane his neck 
around it to see where he was going. 

"Dump it in the pit," shouted Skeet. "I hope you remembered the matches." 

Jerry dumped the pile of split logs and brushed the sawdust and chips from 
his shirt. "Don't worry about a thing," he said. "I've got plenty of 
matches, and this...." He pulled a can of charcoal lighter from his pants 
pocket. " ... in case the matches need a little help. Help me get it piled 
in a pyramid." 

Jerry soaked the stacked wood with the lighter fluid and held a wooden 
kitchen match under the pile. It caught with a brilliant orange flash and 
roared up in a hot blaze that nearly burned his hand before he could jump 
back. 

Cindy and Cathy came running when they saw the blazing fire crackling at the 
base of the sandy ridge, already burning with a loud roar as the steady wind 
fanned it like a blacksmith's bellows. 

"Wow, it's beautiful," cried Cindy, wide-eyed, "It's perfectyou couldn't 
have made a better fire." 

"Oh, you're just stoned," laughed Jerry. "Come on up close where it's warm." 

"So who's cold," asked Cindy. "We've been working up a sweat out there. I'm 
so hot I was thinking of taking off...." Suddenly her eyes lit-up. "Hey, 
I've got it! I've got it!" she yelled. 

"Well, don't spread it," teased Skeet. "No, No, I'm serious," she continued, 
jumping up and down like a high-school cheerleader at the prospect of her 
idea. "Let's go skinny-dipping!" 

There was a moment of dead silence as the others looked at her in disbelief. 
"Skinny-dipping?! It must be forty-five degrees out here. Are you crazy?" 
asked Jerry. "Don't be a party-pooper," said Skeet. "You're supposed to be 
such a tough guy. If the girls can take it, why can't we." 

Jerry mulled it over for about three seconds, just long enough to get his 
shirt unbuttoned. "Last one in the water has to go for firewood," he yelled, 
and took off in a dead run into the surf, stopping as he hit the water just 
long enough to throw his jeans and undershorts back on the beach. Cindy and 
Skeet were right behind him, but Cindy left her bikini-cut panties on as she 
splashed, screaming at the top of her lungs, into the icy water, her big, 
firm breasts bouncing and slapping together as she leaped and bounded. The 
air in her lungs seemed to empty in one frigid blast as the cold ocean made 
its first contact with the bare, unprotected flesh of her belly. Cathy was 
suddenly left alone on the beach. 

"What are you waiting for?!" yelled Cindy. "A written invitation? Come on!" 

Cathy hesitated, remembering that terrifying night in the motel as she 
watched Cindy splashing merrily with the two naked boys, waist-deep in the 
frothy surf. But she put that quickly out of her head, and stripped off her 
wet jeans and skirt and ran to hide her near nakedness in the dark water. 
Like Cindy, she left her panties on. 

She shivered convulsively from head to toe as she waded deeper and deeper 
into the icy waterout to the sand bar with the others. She was glad her 
young body was firm and well-developedshe was certain she wouldn't have to 
run second to Cindy. But, strangely, she wasn't embarrassed; at least not 
like she would have expected. Maybe a little awkward at first, but not 
embarrassed. She tried not to look directly into the boy's eyes, but she 
could tell they were watching hershe could almost feel their gaze on her 
breasts as her pink nipples jutted proudly, her twin soft mounds standing up 
on their own, two firm, ripe globes that shivered as she jumped around. The 
goose-bumps were the size of quarters, and covered her from her neck to her 
calves. Cindy and Jerry ducked under the incoming waves, though the big ones 
were breaking offshore, and when they came up again, Jerry was holding her 
tiny white panties high over his head like a flag, while Cindy jumped to 
retrieve them, laughing and yelling as her soft, bouncing tits brushed 
against his bare chest when she jumped. The water receded in a bubbly rush, 
and Cathy could see his cock for the first time in the moonlight. At first 
she thought the grass they smoked must have done something to her 
perception; it looked as big as a tree limb as it shot out from his loins, 
rock hard and dripping wet. But when the surf washed out again, she got 
another look, and this time there was no question about itit was enormous! 
She jerked her eyes away when she realized she'd been staring, and looked 
around to see if anyone was watching. She couldn't imagine how any girl 
could get that thing inside her. "I don't know about you guys," shouted 
Skeet," But I'm going up there by that fire before my balls freeze and drop 
off." Cathy knew she should have been offended by that kind of talk, but 
this time it just hit the right chord, and she doubled up with laughter. 

"Don't laugh," he shouted at her. "I'll show you how cold it is under 
there." She shrieked as he came toward her and tried to run in the crashing 
surf, but the water slowed her down. Suddenly a hand was between her thighs, 
pushed as far as it would go against the soft junction between her legs, and 
another grabbed her around her breasts, as she fell backward into the 
freezing water, on top of Skeet as he pulled her down. 

The icy water knocked the breath out of her as she went under, and she came 
up coughing and sputtering for air. 

"Damn you," she shouted. "You just wait! I'll fix you!" Skeet laughed at her 
and ran splashing for shore, leaving her dripping, her hair soaked and 
hanging in wet strands from her head. It was only then that she noticed her 
panties were gone; in the numbing water she had failed to notice as Skeet 
pulled them from her hips and stripped then off her long legs. She chased 
after him and collapsed in a shivering heap beside the still-blazing fire. 
Jerry staggered up with his second load of firewood, and two blankets. She 
stopped trembling in a matter of seconds, and found that it was actually 
warm as long as you didn't get too far from the hot fire. 

Jerry tossed her one of the blankets. 

"Lay on it, not under it," he told her. "You'll be warmer that way." It 
didn't make much sense to her, but the cloth felt better than the cold, damp 
sand, so she spread it neatly and curled up next to the fire. 

"I'm putting all the clothes here," explained Jerry, banking all the wet 
jeans and blouses and underwear toward the roaring fire as he propped them 
on the windbreak pushed up around the crackling logs. The flames leaped even 
higher as he tossed on another log, and Cathy had to brush a dozen or more 
glowing embers from the blanket as they settled back down to earth. "I got 
one more thing when I went back," said Jerry, grinning. "This!" And he held 
a thick, fresh-rolled joint of marijuana up for everyone to see. And soon it 
was lighted and making its way from hand to hand as the four of them filled 
their lungs with its powerful, sweet smoke. 

The warmth of the crackling fire soon chased away the chill of the icy surf, 
and Cathy could feel Skeet edging closer and closer to her as she lay on her 
side, her back turned away from the hot flames. The soothing warmth of the 
burning logs soon joined with the mellow, warm inner glow from the marijuana 
and Cathy found herself drifting off; her nakedness was no longer a thing of 
concern, as she curled cozily toward the fire, savoring the penetrating heat 
that warmed her from her face to her feet, soaking deep into her naked belly 
and her breasts, relaxing ... soothing ... Her head snapped up like a yo-yo 
as she nearly fell asleep, collapsing on the warm blanket. Skeet was now 
curled behind her, not quite touching her, but only inches away, his hard, 
muscular body shaped around her own as she lay comfortably before the 
glowing fire. She blinked a couple of times to stay awake, and her eyes fell 
on Cindy and Jerry, a few feet away through the flames. The bright orange 
glow lighted them quite well, and even through the crackling fire she could 
make them out easily. Cathy watched intentlymesmerized at what she saw. Not 
really sure what was going on, and too curious to turn away. 

Jerry was on his back on the blanket, his arms folded behind his head for 
support. But it was Cindy that had her confusedshe was turned away from the 
fire, on her knees, and Cathy could see her firm, round buttocks clearly, 
arched up slightly as she bent over Jerry's nude form. Cathy couldn't see 
her head, for her huge, dangling breasts blocked the view between her 
kneeling legs. 

Cathy trembled involuntarily as Skeet's hand fell gently on her bare hips 
and slowly traced a path along her naked thighon the outside of her legand 
back. She felt him ease up flush behind her, his naked flesh flat against 
her own. And there was an unmistakable hardness' that poked threateningly 
against her buttocksshe could feel it growing harder and longer as his hand 
gently caressed her thigh. It seemed to grow in quick, hard jerks, and she 
could feel it slipping back between the soft cheeks of her buttocks as it 
swelled. She started to wiggle forward, but couldn'tthe fire was too hot to 
move any closer. She pretended not to notice, grateful that her face was 
turned away from his, for she could feel the redness already. 

She looked back at Cindy and Jerrymaybe that would keep her mind off what 
was happening. But that only made matters worseshe couldn't hold back a 
sharp gasp when her eyes adjusted to the light and she could clearly make 
out the two naked figures. Cindy was kneeling now between his wide-spread 
legs. And there could be do doubt about what she was doing.... 

Her ovaled lips were fastened wetly, like an elastic band, around his thick, 
hard cock, and as she raised her head, it slipped slowly from her mouth. 
Cathy watched in amazement as the enormous shaft kept coming and coming! 

How could she possibly get all that in her mouth!? Why doesn't it choke her? 

Cathy was hypnotizedit looked like it was a foot long! And Cindy eased it 
from her wet lips, licking teasingly at the bulbous head as it stood firmly 
erect, soaring like a sapling from his brushy loins. It looked ten times 
bigger than when she had noticed it out in the surfand it was still swelling 
as she tickled the enormous tip with her tongue, tasting it as she hungrily 
licked her moist lips. 

Then it disappeared again between the softness of her pursed lips, slipping 
wetly over her rough tongue and down her throat. How does she do that!? How 
can she breathe? 

She was so engrossed in the incredible spectacle unfolding before her that 
she failed to even notice Skeet's hand slide around and behind her hip, and 
down between her soft, tender thighs. She squeezed her legs together as she 
felt his fingers wiggle down toward her naked vagina, but it was too late: 
His hand was already between her legs. She clamped her thighs as tightly as 
she could, but he easily shoved his open hand up hard to touch the soft, 
silky resilience of her pubic hair. 

Cathy felt an incredible shiver of excitement race through her naked body as 
his fingers made electric contact with the soft, pink folds of flesh at the 
top of her tender thighs. She was too humiliated to face him, but grabbed 
his wrist instead in a hopeless attempt to push his hand away. But he wasn't 
about to remove his fingers now that they were so close to the warm wetness 
of her young tender pussy. 

He slipped his other arm beneath her, and pulled her naked back tight 
against him. Pulling his exploring fingers from between her legs, he reached 
around her reclining body and gently caressed her bare bellyhot from the 
heat of the fire. His hand felt cool and soothing as it softly massaged her 
tender flesh; she closed her eyes and allowed herself to be swept along by 
the soothing, hypnotic caresses of his practiced fingers as they brazenly 
explored first her smooth white belly and navel, then began to ease their 
way toward the sparse light triangle at the junction of her gently quivering 
thighs. 

Lower and lower along her belly his fingers caressed, until they reached the 
soft, wispy mound of hair mid-way between her narrow hips. She shivered 
again as his fingertips brushed lightly, teasingly, over the first, soft 
folds of pink flesh just above the delicious wetness of her tiny, narrow 
slit. Again and again the chills of wanton pleasure coursed through her 
young body, racing like electric charges up along her smooth, flat belly and 
tingling in the pulsing, sensitive tips of her fragile nipples. 

She knew she should stop himthat her only chance was to get away before it 
was too late. But as she basked in the soothing warmth of the crackling 
fire, nothing could have been further from her real desires. 

She offered no resistance as his fingers fondled the delicate, moist folds 
of her young vagina, gently caressing the pink, hair-lined ridges of soft 
flesh. 

His other hand eased its way around her body, and began to tenderly rub the 
firm, sensitive mounds of her breasts, squeezing the twin, ripe globes 
between his fingers, his fingertips lightly brushing her throbbing nipples. 

The pleasure-shafts were now bursting throughout her eager, young body as 
his skilled hands fanned the glowing coals of abandoned desire deep in her 
belly into a raging inferno that rivaled the bon-fire before them. 
"Ummmmmm," she sighed, as his thumb and forefinger discovered the 
deliciousness of her tiny clitoris, twirling it gently as her whole body 
shivered with delight. He pulled her over on her back, his fingers still 
fondling tenderly the narrow, moist crevice of her throbbing young pussy; 
and his lips locked tightly on her tender nipple, his teeth nibbling gently 
at the desire-pulsing tip. She could feel the chills racing from her firm 
tits all the way to the tips of her toes, curled tightly as her whole body 
surrendered to the wild passion that surged from deep in her belly. 

"Oooooh, yes ... that's good," she whispered in his ear as he sucked 
hungrily on her quivering nipples, squeezing the soft, ripe mounds between 
his strong fingers. 

His middle finger pushed its way stiffly between the soft, pink folds of her 
moist pussy, and prodded until it found the warm wetness of her tender, 
fleshy passage. She gasped aloud as his finger slipped between the moist 
walls and probed deep inside her, burrowing between the tight, fleshy sides 
as it wiggled its way in. 

"Baby, are you ever tight," he whispered softly to her. "That's just the way 
I like it ... like a warm glove." She answered by opening her smooth thighs 
a little wider, her hips grinding the blanket beneath her in a slow, 
rhythmic motion as his finger slipped wetly in and out of her warm, moist 
tunnel. He added another stiff finger to the one already inside her, pushing 
hard to ram it down the soft, wet passage. 

"Ooooooh ... oooooh," she moaned, as his two hard fingers squirmed up inside 
her, between the tight, fleshy walls of her cunt. His arm pumped back and 
forth as he shoved his two fingers into her again and again, her warm juices 
lubricating the tight, tiny slit as they slid easily into the hot, wet 
depths of her pussy. He stepped up the pumping rhythm, driving his fingers 
into her at a frantic pace, still gently nibbling on her hardened nipples. 
Her whole body arched off the blanket, her grinding hips thrusting up to 
help bury his stiffened fingers to the last joint inside her hungry vagina. 
Her legs were spread wide, and her soft buttocks completely lifted as she 
shoved her wet crotch toward his hand. 

"That's it ... that's it ... please don't stop...." Her voice was a faint 
gasp as she neared her orgasm, her mind reeling in a kaleidoscope of 
flashing hues, heightened fantastically by the marijuana. Nothing seemed to 
exist except that agonizing hunger deep in her belly, and those wonderful, 
magic fingers that satisfied it. 

He could see her orgasm building inside her, as her body tensed, her lips 
half-parted.... 

"Oooooh ... Ooooooh! ... OOOOOOH!" Her hips snapped as if jolted by an 
electric current, then fell with a thud, as he kept up the relentless 
plundering of the open, defenseless hole between her legs. 

But she had no time to catch her breath, for no sooner than her agonizing 
moan left her parched lips, did his own lips begin nibbling their way along 
the smooth, flat plane of her trembling body, along the nearly-invisible 
trail of soft, pale hair that marked the way to the softness hidden below 
her firm, undulating belly. His hungry lips fastened on the quivering bud of 
her clitoris, sending a fresh shiver of pleasure through her 
perspiration-soaked body. 

She turned her head and opened her eyes for a momentlong enough to catch a 
glimpse of Cindy and Jerry a few feet away through the fire. Cindy was 
crouched over him, her weight supported on her legs doubled under her. And 
as she lifted herself, braced with her hands on his muscular shoulders, 
Cathy could see his huge, thick prick slipping wetly from her moist passage 
until only the tip remained sheltered inside her. Then she lowered herself 
again on the enormous cudgel, impaling herself as she eased back down the 
glistening shaft until she reached his loins. As it disappeared inch by inch 
inside her, Cindy's head snapped back, her long, thick red hair dangling 
almost to his body, her mouth wide open as if she were about to scream. And 
when her damp buttocks finally ground against his hairy pelvis, Cathy could 
see her teeth grinding together, her mouth half-open as she raised herself 
slowlydeliciouslyagain. 

She watched as long as she could, but the exquisite pleasure were building 
again in her belly, and she was forced to turn away, her eyes tightly shut, 
a low animal moan making its way from somewhere deep inside her. 

He nibbled hungrily on her super-sensitive clitoris, driving her nearly 
insane with desire as her hips ground savagely, her wet crotch thrust 
directly in his face as he licked the narrow, moist slit between her thighs. 

He-edged her on until she was near a second orgasm, her whole body tense and 
shiveringthen he stopped, leaving her dangling on the precipice. But only 
for a moment.... 

She quickly caught her breath, filling her lungs with a few, short deep 
breaths, as Skeet shoved her long legs nearly double against her body, 
forcing her knees back against her chest, crushing her soft breasts against 
her. 

"What ... what're you doing?" was all she was able to ask. He climbed to his 
knees over her, his hard cock poised less than an inch from her wet, gently 
pulsating vagina. He watched her there a few seconds, naked and helpless 
before him, her firm, young body trembling with fear and confusion. She 
opened her mouth as if to speak again, but was caught short as his long, 
hard prick sank to the hilt in her tight, warm pussy. 

"Aaaaaaagh!" she gasped at the sudden, painful entry, squirming from side to 
side to escape his searing thrusts. "You're hurting me! Please...." But 
there was no stopping him now; his hips bucking like a wild stallion as he 
lunged deep into her belly with every powerful thrust. She kicked and 
flailed helplessly as he impaled her mercilessly on his long, rigid shaft, 
sinking all the way to his hairy loins with every downward lunge. Harder and 
harder he rammed his hard cock into her, pushing aside the soft, fragile 
walls of her cunt in rippling waves as he plunged savagely through the 
tight, fleshy passage. 

It didn't take long for her cries of pain to become pleas for more, as the 
searing flames of passion quickly consumed her writhing young body, fanned 
by every devastating thrust that tunneled viciously into her tender passage. 
Her hips ground upward to meet his pounding thrusts, hungrily devouring 
every inch of his steel-hard prick as it slithered easily into her hot, wet 
hole. 

The marijuana had had its effect on him also, and within minutes the 
burning, white load in his bursting balls was aching to be set free, and he 
knew he couldn't hold it back much longer. Again and again he shoved his 
cock deep inside her, sweat pouring off his bare back in dozens of tiny 
streams. Her face was twisted and contorted in delicious agony as every 
downward thrust sent the bulbous tip of his aching dick deeper and deeper 
into her burning belly. 

Suddenly he could hold back the flood no longer, and with one final 
agonizing lunge his balls exploded in a rapid-fire blast of hot, sticky 
semen that flooded her belly and mingled with her own juices as it oozed 
from around the stiff shaft imbedded in her hot, fleshy passage. She lunged 
upward so hard he nearly lost his balance, straining to get every millimeter 
of his hard cock inside her. 

"No! No! Don't stop now ... Don't stop, Please! Don't stop!" she begged, but 
his prick was already a rubbery lump that slipped uselessly from her 
hungrily clasping pussy with a wet, sucking noise. She grabbed it with both 
hands, vainly trying to stuff it back in, but it was no use. "Please ... you 
can't leave me like this," she pleaded. 

Her head whirled dizzily around and around, and then there were three faces 
over her in the orange fire-glow. Skeet, Jerry and Cindy kneeling around her 
as she lay naked on the sand, helpless and confused...." too much for you, 
huh Skeet?" laughed one face. "I guess I'll have to finish your job for 
you." A hundred hands seemed to be all over her at once, lifting and 
prodding, and then she was on her knees, her face resting on a pair of bare, 
masculine legs. She felt someone probing roughly at her uplifted cuntal 
passage and looked back to see Jerry kneeling behind her. He grinned from 
ear to ear as her eyes caught his. "Don't worry 'bout a thing," he said. 
"Just leave the rest to me." 

She turned back around as Skeet positioned himself under her head and 
shoulders, her face smashed against his wet, matted loins. Her whole body 
snapped like a whip as Jerry's enormous cock sank to its brushy hilt in her 
from behind. It felt like a baseball bat being buried deep in her belly. 

"Aaaagh! You're killing me! Stop! ... Please, stop!" she screamed, but her 
cries were muffled as Skeet pressed upward and wormed his rubbery prick 
between her lips. It was sticky and salty, and she tried to pull her face 
away from it, but she was held tightly in position between the two boys, and 
there was no escape. 

Behind her, Jerry slammed his thick, hard cock into her again and again, 
ramming it into her bruised, tender pussy as far as it would go. She could 
feel it deep inside her belly, further then Skeet had been able to reach. He 
held her hips like two steering knobs to guide him as he slammed with all 
his strength into her wet, fleshy tunnel. Her eyes were blinded with tears 
that trickled down her cheeks in a steady stream. 

Skeet grabbed her head behind her ears and held her firmly in position as 
his cock once again came to life. She could feel it hardening inside her 
mouth as he rocked it in and out of her moist lips. She had no choice but to 
let him do whatever he wanted. It jerked full erect and filled her whole 
mouth as she choked to keep it from going down her throat. 

But that passage wasn't to be spared. He rammed it hard between her lips and 
it slipped easily down the back of her throat as she was forced to swallow 
to keep from choking. It filled the passage and she had to gasp for air. 

She thought of Cindy, somewhere out there in the darkness, watching as the 
two of them defiled her in every way possible, doing nothing to stop them as 
they, lewdly entered her from both ends at the same time. 

Jerry kept up the savage pace, shoving his huge cock deep in her belly again 
and again. She'd never felt anything like ithe was going where no cock had 
ever been before. 

The unquelled fire in her belly began to grow hotter as he pumped into her 
without so much as a break in the devastating rhythm. She was losing control 
againshe tried to scream, but it was impossible, Skeet's lust-hardened cock 
plunged viciously down her throat and it was all she could do to breathe. 

Her buttocks began to slowly grind in a tight, little circle as Jerry lunged 
into her ravaged passage, stretching the taut, fleshy walls of her cunt as 
his huge cock sawed into her over and over. 

Suddenly, the pain was goneand that allconsuming inferno in her belly raged 
hopelessly out of control. She squirmed back on his huge prick, impaled on 
its awesome length as it disappeared deeper into her hungry pussy, slipping 
easily now between the smooth wet walls. 

Oh, yes. That's what I need. Oh yes, oh Yes! Oh God, I've got to scream ... 
I've got to! With her little remaining strength, she lifted herself away 
from Skeet's gagging cock long enough to empty her lungs. "Oh God ... I'm 
cumming ... I'M CUMMING! AAAAGGGHH!" 

Jerry's strong arms reached under her and held her completely off the ground 
as he screwed her with every ounce of energy he could summon, rocking his 
loins back and forth savagely as he buried his big prick in her wet, juicy 
hole. One more deep, plunging lunge ... then another, and finally ... his 
hot load splattered deep inside her womb in a half-dozen powerful spurts. 
She could feel it, a hot flood that filled her insides almost to bursting, 
mingling with Skeet's semen already pumped there a few minutes before. 

Skeet watched intently as she jerked and squirmed, impaled on the last 
thrusts of Jerry's enormous cock, then pulled her face back to his saliva 
moistened loins, shoving his aching cock back between her lips. This time, 
it didn't take long ... a couple of short thrusts and his excited cock 
exploded like a jet stream against the back of her throat. It caught her by 
surprise, and she choked on the hot, sticky spurts, gagging as it filled her 
mouth and she was forced to swallow the warm, saline cream. 

She gulped it down again and again, surprising even herself as she sucked 
the deflating shaft dry. When the last sticky drop was emptied, she climbed 
slowly to her feet, with Skeet and Jerry still collapsed like exhausted 
warriors beside the fire. She gasped for breath, gulping it in in shorts 
gasps ... Cindy was kneeling beside the fire, looking off toward the ocean. 

She pulled her damp clothes from the pile, and stumbled toward the cottage. 
She tried to cry, but the tears wouldn't come ... Skeet was the first back 
to the cottage, coming in just as she finished dressing. "Take me to 
Morehead, Skeet. I'm going back to Greenville," she said as he came in. He 
looked at her in disbelief. "Going back!? You can't be serious ... How can 
you get back? It must be close to midnight." 

"Just take me to the bus station. I've got money for the bus." He didn't say 
anything, just stood there, looking silly without any clothes. "I mean it, 
Skeet. I want to go ... now!" He shrugged, went out, and was back in a few 
minutes with his jeans on. Cathy combed her wet hair as he cranked his 
motorcycle. She didn't say a word as she climbed from the bike at the 
deserted bus station, and he waited until she was inside, then roared off 
into the dark night. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Sunday dawned as bright and beautiful as Saturday, but Cathy could hardly 
appreciate it. She yanked the Venetian blinds shut to keep out the bright 
morning rays that awakened her. It was only elevennot even eight hours 
sleep, but it was useless to stay in bed; the covers were twisted and 
knotted and dragging the floor from her tormented, fitful sleep. 

I've got to get out of here before they get back, she told herself. There's 
no other way. I'll be just like her if I stay here any longer. Maybe I can 
find another apartment ... or rent a room. That's it! A room ... like at a 
hotel. I could stay there until I decide what to do! 

The Coastal Hotel was the only one decent enough for a single girl, and it 
wasn't too far from the campus. She looked it up in the directory and gave 
them a call. "What are your rates for a room?" she asked, holding the phone 
with one hand as she scouted the bed for her clothes. "Single or double?" 
asked the voice on the phone. "Single. Just for myself." 

There was a long pause on the other end. "Are you in college here?" She said 
yes. "Well, we rent weekly and monthly for college students. But it has to 
be paid in advancethirty-five a week, or one hundred-and-ten if you pay by 
month." 

Thirty five dollars! I haven't got half that! 

She thanked the man and hung up the phone and finished dressing. Things were 
beginning to look a little better when she made it outside. It was a perfect 
Carolina autumn day, and the leaves were beginning to change color around 
the edges. Winter couldn't be too far away. She thought of how lovely this 
street always was in the winter when it snowedold houses surrounded by 
white-mantled oaks and magnolias, and a snowman in every front yard. 

She walked toward the campus, more rambling than walking, watching the faces 
of students as they scurried past hurrying to church services. Suddenly 
these peoplethese same people who just yesterday were her classmates and 
friendsthese boys and girls all seemed so much younger. As if somehow they 
had magically stopped growing and she had zoomed on past them. 

All the girls seemed to be giggling to each othernot one passed with any 
trace of seriousness, or even maturity, showing on her face. And the boysthe 
boys who seemed so grown-up and exciting when she first came here to 
collegethey were back to their real identities, gangly and pimply-faced, and 
still stricken with the inevitable clumsiness of post-puberty that seems to 
attack every teenager. 

Even the school looked somehow different. No longer awesome and forbidding, 
but just a little silly, like an old man vainly struggling to stay abreast 
of the times. She was looking at it all through another pair of eyesa new 
pair, and everything suddenly wasn't so rosy and wonderful. For the first 
time in her life she was beginning to suspect that there just might be 
another way of life hidden around somewhere, and that maybe the world 
wouldn't come to an end if she didn't graduate at the top of her class at 
East Carolina and marry a local businessman. She remembered something Cindy 
said to her once, when they were talking about that frightening night at the 
motel. " ... maybe you had a great time, and you're just afraid to admit it 
to yourself," she had said. 

Maybe I am afraid, she thought. Maybe Cindy was right after all ... She 
heard the telephone ringing before she could get her key in the door. It was 
ringing still when she went inside the apartment, and she knew she should 
answer it. She reached for it, hesitated, while it rang againthen picked it 
up. She held it to her ear. "Uh ... Hello," she spoke into the mouthpiece. 
"Cathy, is that you?" It sounded like Larry, but there was too much noise in 
the background to be sure. "Yes ... Is this Larry?" 

"Yeah, how are you?" he asked. "I haven't seen you around lately. I was 
wondering if you'd quit school or something. Your ole lady wouldn't tell me 
anything." Cathy jerked when she heard that. What business could he have 
with Mother? "Uh ... Have you been talking to my mother lately?" she asked 
lamely. "Not exactly. I just asked if you were still living at Cindy's. And 
she said she didn't know ... she sounded kinda' mad, so I just dropped it." 
I guess he called to talk to me, he hasn't asked about Cindy.... 

He told her about the tobacco prices, how they were holding steady around 
seventy-three dollars a hundred, and how the harvest looked pretty goodhe 
and his father had already sold all theirs at the Bright Leaf Warehouse in 
Wilson. It was nice to talk to a friendly voice, somebody you had things in 
common with. 

"I've got a pocketful of money that's just burning a hole in my pants," he 
said. "How about let's spending some of it tonight? If you haven't got any 
early classes, I mean." 

"Okay," she replied without hesitation. "Sounds like fun." 

"That's great, Cathy. I'll pick you up about seven, if it's all right." She 
was watching television when she heard that familiar rumble of Larry's 
souped-up Chevy pulling up in front. Cindy still wasn't back, and she wanted 
to get out of there before she arrived, so she flipped off the set and ran 
down to meet Larry before he even switched off the ignition. The inside of 
the car smelled of tobacco plants and stalk gum when she slid across the 
shiny vinyl-covered seat. 

"Hi, Cathy," he said nervously, avoiding her eyes. It wasn't like Larry to 
be nervous. "Hello ... Uh, where are we going? Did you have something in 
mind?" she asked, struggling to find somethinganythingto say to him. 

It was obvious he had "dressed up" for this date, something he had never 
done before. He looked terribly uncomfortable in a white, starched shirt 
with button-down collarshe'd even gone so far as to put on a tie. But even 
for this, a sport coat was apparently asking too much; she didn't see one in 
the car. Their conversation seemed to Cathy to simply pick up where they had 
left off on the phonethe same tobacco harvest, the same labor problems, in 
fact, everything was the same. It was if they had only met for the first 
time; and each was searching for something meaningful to say, but the words 
just weren't there. 

Is it him or me, she asked herself, genuinely puzzled. He doesn't seem to 
have changed that much, really. I mean, he's the same simple Larry he's 
always been. Maybe it's me ... maybe I've changed.... 

The Cock and Bull was his big splurge, and he was obviously excited about 
taking a girl there. It wasn't the sort of place to find local farm boys and 
their country-girl dates; it was more for the city folks and occasionally, 
boys from the fraternities in their expensive clothes with wallets full of 
money from their parents up North. And Cathy could see Larry was out of his 
element from the moment he entered the dining room. 

He looked around apprehensively until the hostess arrived to seat them. It 
might have been his first time in a real restaurant. Cathy studied him like 
a lab specimen, fascinated with the things she'd never noticed before. He 
waited for her to begin her salad, then picked his fork. And he apparently 
never noticed the tiny plate placed there for his bread, but just dropped it 
rather unceremoniously on his plate. She only hoped he stopped short of 
sopping his beef gravy with the last of his bread. 

What little imagination he might have demonstrated in choosing the 
restaurant for dinner was soon overshadowed by his choice of entertainment: 
the same drive-in movie that had been their Saturday night diversion for as 
long as she could remember. She couldn't forget the last time she was 
herethe night she met Lee. She was sure nothing could possibly top that. 

He squeezed her hand tightly as the second feature began, and pulled her 
closer to his side. 

"It's only been a few weeks, but it sure seems longer, doesn't it?" he 
asked. Oh, it's been longer than you could possibly imagine, she thought. 
"Yes, it does," she agreed limply. His hand was now around her shoulders and 
his breathing was coming hot and heavy on her neck. 

She tried to quietly back away, but his grip was much too tight. His right 
hand eased down her bare arm, gently rubbing the side of her full, soft 
breasts; and in a moment, was fastened firmly on the tender, young mount. 

"Please, Larry. Stop it," she insisted, trying vainly to push him away. "I 
mean it, stop!" He didn't answer but kissed her passionately on the side of 
her neck, nibbling the delicate flesh as his hand roughly fondled her 
breast, still protected by her dress. 

She turned to shove him away, but his strength was too much for her; he 
pushed her face down into his lap, her nose smashed hard against the 
definite bulge in his pants. Cathy struggled furiously to get up, but he 
pinned her like a wrestler, and the harder she squirmed, the tighter his 
grip became. 

But suddenly the struggling seemed ridiculous, and the feeling of 
helplessness seemed less significant somehow. She remembered that night he 
tried to make love to herthe night he couldn't hold it any longer and shot 
off all over herand she laughed. Just a chuckle to herself at first, then 
loudly, and right in his surprised face. 

"What're you laughing at?!" he shouted at her, his face bright red with 
embarrassment and anger. "Tell me, you hear ... Tell me!" But that only 
cracked her up even more, that silly hurt-little-boy look on his face, and 
that face on top of a two-hundred-pound body that by anybody's definition 
should be a man. "You're laughing at me, aren't 'ya," he pouted. "Well, I 
don't like it. I don't like it one bit." 

Cathy finally caught her breath. "Yes, I'm laughing at you. I remembered the 
last time we were here. You know, the night you ... you...." Suddenly she 
couldn't hold it back again, and she doubled up laughing. 

And she was still laughing when they roared out of the drive-in theater, 
Larry taking his enraged fury out on the wheezing car. He peeled rubber as 
he slammed through first and second, but the aging hot-rod coughed and spat 
back when he threw it into third. 

She kept her laughter to herself this time, as she watched him try to beat 
the helpless car into submission, his foot pounding the accelerator as the 
engine sputtered and backfired. It was the perfect ending, and Cathy could 
see all the flaws and rough spots clearly now as he tossed off the thin 
veneer he had tried to hide behind and cursed like a drunken sailor at his 
blameless car. It was like watching a movie, as if she wasn't really there 
with him in that car at all, but sitting comfortably in a large theater 
watching him analyzing him ... This hayseed brawler who just a few weeks ago 
was the only man in her life. She shuddered at the prospect. 

There was no need for good-byes, so she simply closed her door, and walked 
quickly inside, hoping he would make everything easy by driving off. This 
time she was lucky; and he was out of sightand out of her lifein a matter of 
seconds. 

Whatever place there was for Cathy Johnson, wasn't with people like him, 
this much she knew. Like so many others before her, she had learned bitterly 
that there's no going back that you can only go forward, regardless of 
what's ahead. 

The lights were all off as she entered the apartment, but she could tell 
immediately that Cindy had come and gone. She spotted the note when the 
kitchen lights blinked on. Cathy Dave and Eddie are going to New York in the 
morning. I won't be back tonight. If you want to go, we'll pick you up 
around ten o'clock. Cindy. 

That was it, no mention of what happened at the beach, as if it was just an 
every-day occurrence. She stared at the note for a long time, then 
remembered her quiz. But the giant skyscrapers of New York City soon 
over-shadowed any thoughts of school.... 

She pulled her battered blue suitcase from the closet, and began stuffing in 
clothes. And why not ... I've never seen New York, and what better time than 
right now? 

And suddenly, for the first time in so long she'd forgotten what it was 
like, Cathy was excited ... not just excited, but 
jumping-up-and-down-excited, for that spot she was looking for maybe wasn't 
right in front of her yet, but it was a lot closer, and getting closer all 
the time. 


THE END
