off. ‘A little embarrassing, though, I guess.’
‘Don’t worry about it,’ Cora said. ‘Nothing shows.’
‘Still,’ Finley said, ‘he’s the only one here without his clothes on. That would be embarrassing. I bet Rick would feel a whole lot less embarrassed if he weren’t the only one. ’ She set aside her drink and began to unbutton her red flannel shirt.
Rick gaped at her.
‘Finley,’ Abilene murmured. ‘Jeez.’
Finley gave her a quick smile. She pulled off her shirt. ‘You don’t mind, do you, Rick?’
His head shook slightly from side to side. The towel across his lap was suddenly rising like a tent, and he crossed his legs in an effort to conceal the growing bulge.
‘Am I the only one doing this?’ Finley asked as she pulled off one of her sneakers. ‘Come on, gang. Get with the program.’
‘It is awfully hot in here,’ Helen said. Her crimson face disappeared inside her sweatshirt. A moment later, the sweatshirt was off.
Abilene couldn’t believe it. Timid Helen, always so self-conscious because of her weight.
At least she’s wearing a bra, Abilene thought. It’ll probably stay on, too.
Rick glanced at Helen. She gave him a sheepish smile. His return smile looked a bit forced. He turned to Abilene as if to see what she might be taking off.
Abilene just shook her head.
Finley was working on her shoes and socks. He checked Cora. She sat on the swivel chair, arms folded across her chest. ‘Not me,’ she said. ‘I’m married.’
He looked ashamed. Accused. ‘I didn’t mean you should,’ he said, a note of pleading in his voice. ‘This is all… strange.’
Vivian, not saying a word, got up and stepped past the others and walked away toward the rear of the camper.
That’s what I should do, Abilene thought. Walk away. All this is just too weird.
But she couldn’t move. She sat there, a little breathless, heart pounding hard, ashamed but fascinated and excited.
Finley slipped her jeans down her legs. She kicked her feet free, then leaned back, naked, and patted her thighs. ‘Don’t you feel a lot better?’ she asked Rick, ‘now that you’re not the only one?’
His head bobbed. He squirmed on his seat. He darted his eyes this way and that, either hoping for others to join the party or trying not to stare at her.
‘You look nervous,’ Finley said. ‘Why don’t you have another drink?’
Before he could respond, Helen took his glass. He watched while she went to the table and made his drink and brought it back to him. ‘Thanks,’ he murmured. His hand shook badly. He took a sip as Helen sat down beside him. ‘I… I really should get going.’
‘Don’t you like it here?’ Finley asked.
‘I don’t know. Nothing like this… it’s like I’m dreaming, or something.’
‘A good dream, I hope.’ Finley slid her hands slowly up her thighs and over her hips and up her belly. She cupped the undersides of her breasts. Her thumbs stroked her nipples. She spread her knees wide apart.
Groaning, Rick writhed and looked away.
‘Stop teasing him,’ Cora said.
‘Who’s teasing?’ Finley asked. She stood up, stepped through the pile of discarded clothing, and stopped in front of Rick. He gazed at her. He was gasping for air, blinking.
Finley took the plastic glass from his hand. She gave it to Helen. He made only a feeble attempt to hold on to the towel when she plucked it away. Before he could cover himself with his hands, she took him by the wrists.
She drew him forward, guided him down to his knees, placed his hands on her breasts, then gripped his shoulders as she slowly squatted and impaled herself.
It seemed unreal, impossible. It seemed inevitable.
Right here in front of us all.
Except Vivian.
Sank right down on it. Planted it into her. Abilene could almost feel the thick hardness inside herself, slick and thrusting.
It was over very fast, but it wasn’t over. They started squirming together in the narrow aisle, kissing and squeezing and groping.
There’s Harris. It wouldn’t be worth the guilt.
Besides, Helen obviously intended to be next. She’d already unleashed her breasts. They were swaying wildly as she struggled to get out of her pants and underwear.
Soon, Rick was sandwiched between Helen and Finley.
‘Join the fun,’ Finley gasped.
Cora, looking dazed, got up from her swivel chair and stared down at the writhing bodies. ‘I need some fresh air,’ she said. She turned away and went out the front door.
‘Come on, Hickok. You’re not married yet.’
Rick pushed into Helen. She let out a shaky whimper.
‘More the merrier,’ Rick gasped, and plunged deeper into Helen.
Abilene could feel it.
She wanted it.
She realized she was squirming and her hand was inside her blouse, kneading her breast.
She stood above the thrashing bodies and unbuttoned her blouse and took it off and strained her arms up behind her back to release the catches of her bra and the wrongness of it all struck her with numbing force.
Rick was a kid. A big kid and they’d lured him into their camper and given him booze and seduced him. He never knew what hit him.
He doesn’t seem to be complaining, she told herself.
But that didn’t make it any better.
And even if Harris never found out, she would know. She would have to live with the guilt.
Abilene put on her blouse and hurried down the aisle to the rear of the camper.
Vivian was there, lying on a cushioned bench with her knees up, hands folded on her belly.
‘You’re missing out on the orgy,’ Abilene said, and sat down across from her. ‘You got out of there just in time.’
‘Avoiding temptation.’
‘He’s a good-looking guy.’
‘I noticed. Christ. Are they all at him?’
‘Finley and Helen. Cora went outside.’
‘I guess I can’t blame Helen much. I mean, she doesn’t have much luck with guys. Finley, though. Sometimes I wonder about her.’
‘She can get a little nuts.’
There was a knock on the back door. Abilene got up and opened it. Cora climbed aboard.
They sat down.
‘How come you didn’t join the party?’ she asked Abilene.
‘Not my style.’
‘You looked like you were getting awfully homy.’
