Mom glanced my way. 'Jimmy is one of those nice MacInnes boys, isn't he? The boy you dated.'
'Yes, Mom.' I was afraid Tony's red blazer might appear again. I wanted to get away. Janey wrinkled her nose and bounced excitedly.
'I'm gonna be working at the pop stand,' she said. 'You can help me there if you want.'
'Sure.' I was lukewarm about the whole thing, but since the picnic was being sponsored by the church and I was going regularly, I knew I'd be expected to help. It was supposed to happen at the old Elks' hall out by the lake. I'd never been there of course, but Janey told me it was neat.
'Be sure and bring your swim suit,' she called as I was getting in the car, 'and your sunglasses and…'
'Oh, come on, Janey,' Mrs. Caruthers said, pulling her along the sidewalk.
Not many people were there yet when we arrived. I helped Janey put a couple of cases of pop into the big cooler and stack the cartons of paper cups. It was sunny and warm and I was in a little better mood. At least I hadn't seen Tony or his blazer again. He didn't seem like the type to come to a church picnic either.
'Love your outfit,' Janey told me. I'd worn a pair of cut-off jeans and a little halter top I'd made out of the legs when I cut them off to make the shorts. Underneath was my bikini. A yellow bikini that was really too skimpy for me to feel comfortable in. But I didn't plan to swim much anyway. I hadn't had much sun yet this summer, and knew I'd get burned if I hung out near the water very long. Janey had a pair of shorts over her bikini but wore her top by itself, a skimpy little thing made out of bandanna material. She didn't have all that much to hide.
'You sure Jimmy wasn't mad? I mean, we did just leave them.'
Janey was admiring one of her long legs. 'Aw, those guys are thankful just to get a little on their fingers.' She popped open a mirror and smoothed her green eye-shadow with a pinky. Though I'd been trying not to think of sex, though I hadn't touched my cunt all week, talking to Janey had me curious. She was so matter-of-fact about things.
'Janey, have you and Ron… what I mean is, have you…'
'Gone all the way?' She said it in a way that made fun of my shyness. 'He can't even get a rubber on without coming. I had a date with him a month ago and we were grabbing and kissing, you know, and he creamed his jeans.' She stuck the mirror away and started laughing.
'How long have you known Farley?'
'A year I guess.' She tilted her head at me. 'He's really baaad, huh? I mean he'll do anything.' She sucked a lip. 'He was even asking about you.'
'Me?' That funny wing-flapping sensation in my guts. 'Why me?' I figured that Phil would have told him I wasn't such a hot date, that I wouldn't put out. Thank God no one knew what that drifter had done.
'I think Farley wouldn't mind shagging you.' Janey broke a roll of pennies into our change box. 'If I wasn't around.'
I felt my face redden. I pretended to be busy with some more paper cups. Some people drifted up and bought Cokes. I could see the grounds filling with folks from town with their kids. Some men from the church were marking off the ground for a sack race. Some women in a booth across from us were setting up pies for sale.
As the crowd grew, Janey and I were busy pouring pop and making change. The MacInnes boys were hanging around and when I had a chance, I went over to talk to Jim.
'I'm sorry about the other night. It was a mean thing to do.'
'Oh, that's okay.' He stuck his hands in his pocket. 'Janey's always messing over Ron and I wouldn't've expected you to hang around on my account.' He pushed a lock of hair from his forehead. 'Where did ya go anyhow?'
'Oh… with a girl friend of hers.' I didn't want anyone to know about that night up at the old house. And I knew that what had happened with Tony was a secret I'd never divulge. Tony… I didn't even know his last name. Why was he hanging around Olema? Had he gone by the church looking for me or…
'What you thinking about?'
'Nothing, nothing at all.'
Ron brushed at the dangling lock again. 'Say, Jimmy has this boat and we were wondering if you girls might want to take a ride on the lake when you get time.'
'I don't know. I'll probably be working.'
'My mom's getting some girls to relieve us,' Janey said. Ron was eyeing the swell of her ass like she was a Goddess reborn.
'I really don't know whether I want to.'
'Aw, come on.' Janey winked. 'You got your bikini on, don't you?'
I gave in. When Mrs. Caruthers brought some more girls over to mind the concession, we took some pop and hot dogs and followed the MacInnes boys down to the lake. The boat wasn't very big. Janey and I sat in the middle while the boys rowed and steered.
'Hey, let's go to that little cove where the island is!' Janey said, peeling her shorts off. Her bandanna bikini was tied low on her narrow hips. I didn't see how she could keep it up. 'Aren't you gonna swim, Lorrie?'
I got out of my jean shorts and top and leaned back against the side of the boat, pretending I wasn't aware of Ron and Jim's stares. My top wasn't quite deep enough to hold my tits; there was too much of them pushing out over the edge. But I'd made the skimpy halter when they hadn't been so big. I kept pulling at the top, trying to keep from feeling so naked. Jim scratched his sunburned shoulders and sneaked looks. Ron was too entranced by the inch or two of Janey's asscrack that showed above the rear of her bikini bottom. She kept bending over so he'd get a good look.
The sun was hot. We rounded the far end of the lake and were soon out of sight of the picnic. I trailed a hand in the water and let the warmth bake me. I felt as safe with the MacInnes boys as I did with my mother, and that was the way I wanted it. I didn't want any more hassles with sex.
Sometimes I could almost pretend that I was still a virgin, that the drifter named Tony hadn't really happened. It was a bad dream, too unreal to believe. But the screen was still there behind my bedroom curtains to remind me, and there was a tear in my cunt, too, that had never been there before. I shook my head, tried to think of something less depressing.
'Let's swim at the tip of the island. We can tie the boat up there, too.' Janey stood, put a foot up on the bow of the boat and jumped feet first into the lake. Ron rowed and watched her swimming alongside. We scraped bottom near the end of the small island and he tied the boat to a half-sunken tree. I waded into hip-deep water and sank down. It was kind of nice. I was glad I'd decided to come. Farther from shore I saw Janey splashing around like an otter.
'Hey, Ron!' Her voice was teasing, a promise of something… Ron started after her, churning awkwardly with his feet as he swam. Janey dove and as her tan back arched and went under, her white ass flashed… naked, the water shiny on her skin. Ron dog-paddled, eyes big as he watched her feet disappear.
'Jeez!' The water boiled as he started after her again. Jimmy came up close to me, tiptoeing on the sandy bottom.
'There she goes again,' he said. I thought I saw something wistful in his look. He drifted closer. Our shoulders brushed. 'You want to sit on my shoulders?'
'Huh?' I looked at him like he was crazy.
'It's a trick some girls like to do, you know and then fall off backwards.'
'No, I don't think I want to.' His ploy was pretty transparent.
'Want me to get you another pop? They're in the water over there and nice and cool.'
'No thanks.' I closed my eyes and floated. The water lapped around the tops of my tits. It felt odd, even exciting. The material of my bikini clung to the flesh of my cunt mound. That felt exciting, too. Sex. Rearing its head. Through my closed lids I saw the muddy shape of a cock form in my imagination. The head, blue and broad and taut with blood. Like Tony's cock. My cunt tingled. I remembered the way the outer pussylips had curved back to let his prick in, then the smaller, more tender petals and finally…
I let my feet find the bottom again, splashed cold water over my face. Jim wasn't any taller than I was and when he moved close, he seemed even younger. His hand touched my waist underwater.
'Jimmy, you're a nice guy and all but…' I pushed his hand away. 'I'm just not in the mood.'
'Just to hug?'
I gave him a look. 'You want to do more than hug.' Jim looked out over the water where his brother was splashing closer to Janey. She squealed. Her voice echoed to us, broken by the breeze that had come up. Jim
