rubbed his sunburned nose.
'I think I'll swim back to where the picnic is,' he said finally.
'It's a long ways.'
'I'll keep to the shore.' He smiled. 'I'm a pretty good swimmer.' Long pause. I felt my tits buoyed by the lake. 'You want to swim with me?'
'I think I'll just stay here, Jimmy. Thanks anyway.'
'Yeah. Well, I'll see.'
As he swam off, I had a sense of relief. Alone at last, drifting with the water, relaxing. I hadn't wanted to start keeping him off of me, fighting, arguing. I didn't want to be turned on, didn't want to be faced with decisions about my behavior. My moral behavior. Men made everything too complicated. Though Janey seemed to be enjoying her complications. More splashes, more laughs drifted across the curled waves. She had taken off her top now. I saw her running through knee-deep water with Ron in pursuit. He was trying to take off his trunks as he ran, but they tangled around his ankles and he went down face first in the mud. Janey laughed and plunged back in my direction.
As she swain close, I saw her bikini clenched in one hand. Ron was panting, paddling hard. He didn't seem to be the swimmer his brother was. Janey tiptoed the bottom near me, grinned tiredly. Ron swirled up and put his arms around her.
'Now that you have me, what are you going to do with me?' Her pink nipples glistened with droplets. Her blonde hair hung in wet strands against her shoulders and back. Ron looked at me, blushed and bit his lip. Janey was enjoying herself immensely. I pretended I was thinking hard of something else.
'Well?' Janey teased. Her hands were under the water touching Ron somewhere. His eyes went dreamy. 'Oh, wow, you are ready!' She licked her lips. In the murky water of the lake I could see the white flash of something between Ron's legs. I looked away, looked at the trees, pretended to scratch at something biting me. What did I care if Janey wanted to jack him off right there in front of me? But a snort from Ron broke through my facade. I peeked around again to see Janey frowning with concentration as she worked her hands at Ron's crotch, pumping his hidden cock furiously.
'Hey, let's go up in the trees!' he gasped, looking at me again like he wished I'd turn into a frog. 'Come on, Janey, quit…'
'Oohhh, you're going to make the water boil!' Her laugh made him redden again but the blush faded quickly and his eyes glazed like before. I toe-bounced on the bottom, drifting away a few steps. But something drew my attention, a funny sound from Ron maybe or Janey's intense hand-job beneath the surface.
'Janey, cut it out! Damn… ohh, God!'
From where I'd moved to, the sun made a new angle in the water. I could see clearly, too clearly where Janey's hands flickered on Ron's hard prick under the mottled waves. Then a string of white jetted upwards; another quickly followed. I held my breath as a frothy curd bobbed to the surface, then slowly sunk again into the dark-green water.
'Whoops!' chortled Janey. She was watching Ron's slack face with interest, watching him go limp as her fingers milked the jizz from his balls. She giggled again. 'Just a little accident, I guess.'
'Darlin,' coughed Ron, 'Goddamn…'
I was mad at Janey, mad at myself for hanging around so long. I waded up the shore to the boat and got on my tennis shoes. Janey was still teasing Ron in the water. It was sickening. I turned into the woods, found a path that led away from the lake and into the middle of the island. I wanted to be alone, away from Janey's silly antics. She was some kind of nympho or something. I liked her, I really did, but she could get on my nerves when she started all that sex stuff. Fucking was all she ever thought about.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The trees darkened everything. The deeper I got into the underbrush, the less light got through from above. It was misty and cool and I lost myself in the feeling of aloneness, the small sounds of insects along the path. I couldn't see the water any more now, or hear Janey's high voice. The path turned and after a few more minutes of walking, I came to the far tip of the island. It was close to shore here and an old tree had fallen across the water. The path led up to it. On the shore the trees were thicker than ever and I could see the trail winding deep. What the heck, it was better than going back and having to put up with Janey as she made a fool of poor Ron. I balanced my way across the log, jumped down and followed the matted footpath into the trees.
I must have walked five minutes, maybe ten. I'd forgotten everything but the trees, the peace around me. It was the sound of a motorcycle that made me stop. Laughter in the trees? Or was I imagining things. I walked slower now, keeping my eyes on the furthest line of trees ahead. The trail climbed between two huge boulders and dropped off suddenly into a clearing. I leaned on one of the big rocks and peered over.
A boy on a motorcycle did circles in the dust. There were lots more motorcycles, too, perked around in a circle and some girls lounged on the saddles. One girl had taken off her shirt. She was red-headed and her tits were freckled. A group of boys stood around a fire. There was lots of beer. I saw a big man with black hair pop a can and laugh when the suds jetted high above his head. Another boy ran across the clearing and tackled a girl who was talking to the redhead. The two of them rolled on the dusty ground and I could see he was trying to kiss her. The tackled girl hit him twice in the face and then let him kiss her.
When I stood up from the rock, my legs were trembling. I turned, started quickly back down the path. That's when Farley stepped out from the trees, a can of beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other. He put the cigarette to his lips and sucked on it in a funny kind of way. He was grinning. I curled my fingers around the branches of a tree nearby. I was afraid my legs would cave in any second.
'You know, I been thinking about you.' He sucked on the little cigarette again. I noticed that it was lumpy and hand-rolled. 'And here you just pop right into sight.' He gestured with the beer in the direction from where I'd come. 'You just followed the yellow brick road, right?'
I gave a short nod. 'Just walking really. I…'
'Look, you're my guest, okay?' He stepped close, took my hand. My heart thumped. All I could think of was the awful muscled power of his ass as it tucked under and stabbed his cock deep into Janey's cunt. Farley looked strange. His eyes…
'I better be getting back.'
'Bullshit.' His fingers dug into my palm. He pulled me along. Weakly I followed. We came down the path and Farley steered me over to the bare-titted redhead. She was sitting on the motorcycle now, bouncing on the seat.
'Hi, honey, where'd you come from?'
'I was at the church picnic,' I said, 'over by the old Elks' hall.'
'The church picnic!' the redhead squealed. 'The Goddamn church picnic!'
Farley poked the redhead in the gut with his finger. 'So she decided to find a little action. Can't blame her for that, can you?'
The redhead frowned, rubbed her stomach. 'No. Course not, Farley.'
'Her tits are better than yours, too,' he said, a crooked smile spreading over his face. The redhead glared at the tops of my boobs, poked out her lip.
'How can you tell. She keeps them hid.'
Farley's fingers touched the tie of my bikini top. 'Show her, baby.'
'Nooo! Please, don't do…' The top flopped loose. I held it with both hands, pressing the cups against my nipples, but Farley jerked and stripped me. I crossed my hands over my bare tits, turned to flee.
'Show her!' he commanded, wrenching me back around by the shoulder. Something in his voice went through me like cold steel. I dropped my eyes, my head. His hands forced my arms down to my sides. I couldn't look at any of the people who'd started gathering around us. I was scared stiff. Farley brushed a finger under each tit, grazed at a nipple. I bit my lip, afraid to look up or protest. 'I told you her jugs were better,' Farley said to the redhead. Her eyes were flat, hateful. 'Yeah, Farley, they're better.'
I hadn't done a thing to her but felt that she would gladly kill me if she got the chance. I felt like crying but
