"Tim? Tim, I know that's you. Where are you? How come you're out here spying on us, anyway?" she called out.
Tim walked all the way over to where the pair were. For the first time they could both see clearly who it was and they both knew what he was doing there once it had dawned on them. He had quit watching the cabin window and come to where they lay when they started so much noise he heard them.
"Don't get shook, kids," he said. "At least I didn't just rush up and butt in while you were still loving each other up. I've been here watching you for quite a little while now."
The girls turned to each other and Claire's face was red. Lynda seemed equally embarrassed but it didn't show on her dark-complexioned face. They both started grabbing for clothes and yanking them on. Lynda ripped a seam in her blouse trying to jerk it on too fast and Claire stuck her toe through the end of her sock.
"Hold on a minute, kids," Tim said. "No need to rush. I've got a lot of time."
They failed to find any humor in his joke. They were the ones that didn't have any time. They were already a little late to the dorm cabin and knew they'd be in trouble if they were missed at bed check.
"The least you could do is introduce me to your friend, Claire," Tim said. He indicated that he was referring to Lynda by a sweep of the hand. "Or doesn't she know that you and I have met?"
Lynda hadn't known anything about it until then. A look into Claire's eyes told her the whole story without the pretty brunette having to say a word. They shrugged their shoulders at each other. It was understood and forgotten in the same instant.
Lynda spoke up. "I've met you too. Remember the day you were looking for Miss Kressler's cabin and I showed you where it was?"
"Oh, sure, honey, I remember that. It's just that I don't consider that to be a real meeting. I mean, not when you compare it with the meeting that Claire and I had," he answered.
Lynda remembered that he said he'd been there for a while watching them. "Well," she said, "if you've been there very long then you've seen everything I've got. I don't know how we could meet any more than that."
The girls had slowed down the donning of their clothes when they started talking to Tim. All Lynda had done was put her panties on and Claire had only had time to toss her skirt over her legs without even fastening the waistband. Her panties were lying on the grass beside them. Their other clothes were thrown helter-skelter about the small clearing in which they lay.
"Come on, Claire," said Tim, "your friend here seems to be scared of me or something. Why don't you tell her I won't bite her. I might lick her a little bit, but I'd never do anything to harm her. When you were with me the other day there wasn't anything that you didn't like, was there? In fact, if I remember right, you told me a few times that day that you just loved what I was doing to you. Isn't that right?"
Claire couldn't help herself. She had to smile at that. "It's okay, Lynda. He's a nice guy. I mean, he shouldn't have come up and spied on us like that and he shouldn't have got to see us doing the things we were doing to each other. But I guess we shouldn't be too mad at him," she told her friend.
Lynda's frown faded but she wasn't yet entirely convinced she should completely accept his presence. On the other hand, it was kind of groovy the way he was looking over her half-naked body with such obvious admiration.
Claire leaned over and whispered in Lynda's ear so Tim couldn't hear what was said. "Heck, Lynda," she said, "remember, we were spying on him just a little while before he came and caught us. We shouldn't be uptight just because he came and sneaked a peek at us. Just think – he doesn't even know we watched him play with himself."
Lynda decided she was right. She dropped her hostile pose. She was still concerned about being late to the dorm cabin, however. She told Claire of her fear.
"Dana's the oldest, so she takes bed check," Claire explained to Tim. "If we're not there, we'll get a lot of shit about it."
"Dana? She's the one that checks to see if you're in bed?" Tim asked. "Then your worries are over. It just so happens that I just saw her leave your troop leader's cabin. And I'm pretty sure she's going to go straight to her cubicle and go to sleep. She looked awfully tired as she left the cabin. If you know what I mean."
Lynda and Claire darted their faces toward one another. Things were fitting into place. That meant that Tim had been looking through Miss Kressler's window because…
"Heck with her then," said Lynda. "She won't do nothing to us. She won't report us. Not if she knows what's good for her."
Claire was amazed to find that Miss Kressler and Dana had been together in her cabin. That must mean that their troop leader liked girls. She was well aware, of course, of Dana's sexual interests. It was Dana who had introduced Claire herself to the delights of girl love the first night at camp.
And Lynda, who had been seduced by Miss Kressler, was surprised only because she'd thought she herself had been the only girl at camp that Vera had had anything to do with. A touch of jealousy welled up inside her. She sure as heck wasn't going to worry about bed check if Dana, Vera's most recent lover, was the one making it. Dana could just go screw herself, Lynda decided with a vengeance. "I'm in no big rush to head for the dorm cabin if you aren't, Claire," she said aloud.
Tim smiled approval. "Now there's a girl that makes a lot of sense, Claire. Don't you agree?" he said.
The pretty brunette grinned. "Well, maybe we could stay a little while longer," she admitted.
Tim was delighted the new girls were going along with his wishes. He didn't know what it was Claire had whispered into Lynda's ear but as long as it resulted in them staying longer, he didn't care. The moonlight over their half-naked young bodies was a sight to behold if there ever was one, Tim thought, and if the black girl felt half as good as she looked, he was going to just have to get his hands under her clothes. He sat down beside the pair and they could both see that his penis was stiff under his pants.
Lynda was both fascinated and frightened by it. "Seeing us naked's making you want to do things to us, I bet. I'm not scared to maybe let you have a few feels," she candidly declared, "but if you think you're going to shove that thing in me and break my cherry then you better…"
Claire interrupted her friend. "It's okay, Lynda," she said, "he knows about that stuff. He was real careful with me and didn't even come close to splitting mine or making me bleed."
Tim was grateful for the unsolicited recommendation. He beamed at Claire and chucked her under the chin. "See, sugar," he said to Lynda "what your friend says? You don't have to worry none about me getting rough with you."
He let his hand fall slowly from Claire's face and the chin-chuck became a titty-fondle. Claire saucily permitted his fingers to caress the entire upper surface of her bare breast but when he came close to her pert nipple, she teasingly avoided contact.
He turned his attention to Lynda and touched her cheek with his fingertips. "See, honey, does this feel rough to you? Well, if you let me stick my hand a few other places I have in mind, I guarantee you it'll be even smoother than that."
She grinned and glanced at Claire.
"When I was watching you girls a while ago, you seemed to be getting most of the loving. Claire," he said. "How come? Doesn't Lynda here get to have any of that good stuff done to her?"
The girls didn't bother to tell him all the details of how Lynda had had her vulva sucked by Claire the first time around and that Lynda was more or less reciprocating when he had seen them.
Claire just said, "Well, maybe it's her turn to get some of it now then, Tim."
The black girl looked at him boldly. She eyed the lump under his pants and said, "From the looks of that knot in your pants, you're ready to give somebody some loving right now. If that thing won't go wild on me when it comes out of your pants, I might like to have it play around with me some."