What she really did was to point out places and things that she thought might interest me. They didn't, and what she had to say was so unimportant that I can't remember it. I didn't mind that. I've never criticized a woman for keeping quiet about what she knew.
There was a little library in the town, and while Jane was in the store I went in there and looked around. I finally found something of Blake's that I liked, and I took that. The man who had charge of the library showed me the card that was in the book. It had been out once eight years before, and then it had been out six times in the last month.
“That's the way it goes,” he said. “It's funny, isn't it? It's always like that.”
I told him that it was funny and then I went back to the car. Jane said that she liked to drive, so I let her drive us home.
In the afternoon Ruth was tired of working, and she decided that she would like to go swimming. She asked Jane if the pond on the farm was deep enough to swim in, and Jane said that it wasn't but that there were some places along the creek where people went swimming.
“You'll have to go with us to show us where,” Ruth said.
She and I had suits with us, but Jane didn't have any. I said that we could buy one, but Ruth suggested that we look around the house first, so we did that, and we finally did find a suit in with some old clothes in a closet. Moths had been in it, and some of the holes were pretty big, but Jane said that she thought she could wear it. We told her to try it on, and we went into our room and put on our suits and our clothes over them.
The suit was too small for the girl. It had evidently been used by a small girl, and there was no room in it for a pair of tits like Jane had. It hugged flat to her belly, and the legs were cut so high that her ass seemed bare. There was one big hole squarely over her pussy, and Jane must not have noticed that. Her hair stuck out of it in a tuft, like a brush. We told her she looked fine in it. She did.
We drove through a lane and into a pasture to get to the creek, and I almost put the car into the creek because the brakes weren't good. We stripped to our suits and Jane led us to a place which she said was one of the biggest holes in the creek. There was a flat rock to dive from, and it looked good.
Jane dove in first, spreading her legs as she took off. It wouldn't have been called a good dive, if you were interested in that sort of thing, but from in back of her it looked as good as any dive I've ever seen. Ruth saw the expression on my face.
“No violence,” she said. “If you try to rape her I'll scream. I'll scream first and then help you.”
She dove in then. She dove better, and the indecencies of her suit were more subtle. I followed her.
Ruth played a lot in the water. She liked to duck under and get beneath me, and there were many times when what she was doing became so obvious that I knew Jane saw what she was doing. The water was very still and clear in that hole, and Jane was under the water a lot of the time too. I caught on, finally. She was going under and watching Ruth fooling around with me.
I swam to shore when I found out what Jane was doing, and I lay in the sun on the diving rock. Ruth came up and lay beside me. Jane stayed in the water, surface-diving for stones which she threw up on the bank. When she dove she tossed her ass up and out of the water and then her legs followed her under. Every time that Jane went under, Ruth would take that minute to go after my cock.
“Why didn't you fuck her last night?” Ruth finally said.
Jane came up and threw a stone on the bank and then dove again.
“When you were gone so long last night I thought that was what you had gone to do. But when you woke me up and went after me that way I knew that you hadn't done it. Why?”
“Why don't you take her to bed yourself?” I said. “Jesus, you talk about her enough of the time.”
“I might do that little thing. I'm in just the right frame of mind to try something like that.”
She waited for Jane to go under again.
“While you were gone last night I thought about that. I remembered what her cunt looked like when she was taking off her stockings, and I tried to imagine myself going down on it. I wrote a pretty good Sapphic poem today on the strength of that. You ought to read it some time.”
Jane swam tiredly in to shore and came up beside us. She lay on her belly and rested her head in her hands. Ruth looked over her wet body, at her legs beaded with drops of water, and at the almost naked cheeks of her ass. She looked at me, licking her lips suggestively, and then she laughed. “We'd better get home,” she said.
There was a fight on that night, and I had already bet some money on it before we left the city, so I tuned it in to see what was going to happen to my money. Ruth broke out the Scotch. Jane didn't think that she ought to try any.
“This is something else,” Ruth said. “Just try it. But when you think you've had enough, stop drinking it.”
At first Jane thought it tasted salty, but she learned to like Scotch and soda very quickly.
The fight lasted a full fifteen rounds, and it was a good fight, so that I couldn't even guess who got the decision until the announcement, and then I was in fifty dollars. Ruth had been to the fights, and she was interested in this one from the bell. Jane didn't seem to be interested at first, but as it went along she got almost as excited as though she had been at ringside. When the fight was over I was surprised at the amount of liquor that was gone from the bottle.
“What are you going to do, get her into a strip poker game?” I asked Ruth when Jane was out of the room for a minute.
“I'm going to seduce her,” she said. “I'll have her down on her knees licking it before the night is over.”
Jane looked a little wobbly when she came back. She sat down and blinked her eyes several times.
“I think I've had enough,” she said.
Ruth had already made three more drinks, so Jane took one of them. I was sitting on the couch, and when Ruth brought me my drink she sat down too.
“I thought you were going to seduce her, not paralyze her,” I said. “Your tactics lack finesse.”
“I've been taken in by those tactics lots of times. I should have a dollar for every time.”
“You could be taken in by a Fourth of July speech,” I said. “Have you tried reading her your poetry yet?”
“Would it be all right if I put on my morning coat?” Jane asked. I have a new morning coat, but I didn't know if I should wear it while I was working.”
She was gone for a few minutes, and then she came back wearing the morning coat. It was blue, and she looked very good in blue.
“It looks very nice on you,” Ruth said. “But you don't need clothes to look nice. You looked lovely in that old bathing suit this afternoon.”
She looked at the under side of the thing while Jane stood in front of us, and she lifted it higher and higher.
“You have such nice straight legs,” Ruth said. “Hasn't she, Bill?”
I said yes, her legs were straight.
“It should be open a little more at the throat,” Ruth said. She tugged at the zipper, which seemed to stick, and suddenly Jane was standing with her morning coat open almost to her belly.
“But not quite that much,” I said.
Jane had covered her tits with her arms, and Ruth pulled the zipper up again.
“I wonder how I would look in it?” Ruth said. “Just turn your back a minute.”
“You're crazy,” I said. “Do you think that everybody in the whole damn world is a moron?”
“You want me to try it on, don't you Jane?”
“Yes,” Jane said.
I stood up and started to get a cigarette from the table. I heard the sound of the zipper and I stopped. I remember the clock ticking in that minute. I heard a smothered moan.
I turned. They were lying on the couch, the girl naked. Ruth was holding her in her arms.
“Yes,” Jane said. “Yes.”
She put her arms around Ruth and kissed her. Ruth pressed herself close to Jane, and she ran her hand down the girl's side and along her hip. She got up and the girl watched her come to me.
“What are you waiting for?” Ruth said.
“I don't know.”
“This time I'm going to get a taste of the cunt you fuck before you get into it,” she said.
