Slowly and without her realizing it, the young teenager began to fall under its magic spell, making her feel free, uncaring, devil-take-the-hindmost. She felt warm comradeship to David now, grabbing his arm as he told jokes and she laughed, giving him side-long glances of provocativeness, loving the world and herself and wanting him to like her as well. Wendy rested her chin on her drawn-up knees and dreamily leaned against David Preston to let him know that she was enjoying the day, and his company… and the delicious illusion festered by the marijuana he continually gave her pervaded her slim, untouched body, giving her a tingling sensation deep inside, so deep that she couldn't imagine its bottom.
"Oh, I don't want ever to leave here, David," she said.
"Why not?"
"I don't want to go home. My mother…" She caught herself just before she was going to tell all about what she'd seen. She put her hand to her mouth in a gesture of silence.
"Go on, what about her?"
"I can't tell you."
"You should tell somebody, Wendy. I can see you've been very upset and worried about something, and that's no good."
"You did?" she asked thickly. "It's not?"
"No," he answered smoothly, "it's not. And it was obvious that you've been bothered all night, because when you came downstairs this morning, you were almost shaking." She hadn't, but it was a good lie at the moment, and he knew that she wasn't in any condition to think rationally about this morning and contradict; she shook her head in agreement.
"Well, I have been, but it's not a nice subject. It's about… sex!" She said the last word in a hushed, excited tone, her eyes wide. "Sex, you know?"
"Yeah, I know, Wendy," Preston said. "But everybody has sex lives – you, me, your mother – and there's no use trying to hide the fact or pretending it doesn't exist." He felt her shoulders trembling, and he placed a protective arm around her, patting her other shoulder like a father would. "Go ahead and spill it, Wendy. I'm not going to spread it around, and you can't keep it bottled up inside you forever."
The marijuana-induced freedom lowered her gates of natural reluctance, just as if she'd been drinking all afternoon. She felt hot tears brim in her eyes, and while she felt silly for bursting into crying, she couldn't stop herself, feeling doubly all of the bitter emotions she'd been nagged with since she'd been almost de-virginated by Clyde Brooks. Haltingly, letting the whole confession pour out unstopped and uncensored, she lay bare her innermost heart, telling Preston in a babbling, choking slur about everything.
It didn't take much imagination for the man beside her to unravel her distorted and unconnected train of thought, and an excited glow flickered into his eyes, and the stirrings of lewd and excited passions boiled in the pit of his belly. Hot damn! Her mother fingering herself off while listening to me get sucked by Gloria! That only shows that the old lady is hot to trot for cock, especially, if her kid is right, she hasn't had a steady man around for six years. God, I'd burst apart if I didn't get my balls emptied for half that time! And this little virgin teenager, who's a virgin just as I thought, almost got some cock rammed into her last night, only leave it to some inexperienced kid to get over-anxious and ruin the pitch… But I won't screw things up. This one is as good as fucked right now…
Finished her agonizing story, Wendy pressed her face tightly against his cheek and cried softly, and in a muffled voice, said: "Oh, David, I'm so miserable. I don't know what to do!"
"Wendy, tell me something. Did you enjoy seeing your mother playing with herself?"
"What? No, no, I just told you…"
"Come on, tell the truth. You watched her for a long time, not doing anything, and if you were excited, you shouldn't be ashamed of it. Watching people having sex is almost as much fun as doing it."
"You… you sound as if you approve of what she did!" Wendy broke away in horror. "As if… As if you think that everybody ought to have their kicks any way they please!"
Preston shrugged, gazing at her through lidded eyes. "No, I'm saying that we ought to be honest with one another. If two people – or in the case of your mother – one person – enjoy what they're doing, who are you to castigate them? Sex is good, clean fun, and it can't hurt anybody, only make people closer."
"You… you mean like me and Clyde last night? I… I should have let him do it to me?"
"Maybe, maybe not. Maybe you weren't ready for him, didn't really want him, and he was unable to prepare you properly. A girl's first time is very important."
"Then, then what should I do about Mother? You think she feels the way you're describing I should be?"
He shook his head ruefully. "I doubt it. She's of her generation." He laughed out loud. "What the hell, so am I, but of a different school. I believe the way you young kids do, that this is the age of freedom, and what's the use of being free on the outside if you're not that way inside? But your mother, Wendy, your mother has a lot of hang-ups, I bet, and she probably feels right terrible about what she's done. And she shouldn't."
His talk was unnerving the pretty virgin girl; so much had happened in so short a time, and her mind was confused and uncertain, the marijuana in her blood fogging her perceptions and sense of impending danger… She cradled in the warmth of the older man's arms now, still shaking with nerves and sobbing with emotion. The smoke hazily filled her with warmth, and enhanced the pungent aroma of his masculine body, and his gently stroking hand on her naked arm was beginning to give soft, feathery tickles of excitement in her pubic region. She tightened her inner thighs, even squirmed her sensuous young buttocks slightly on the warm sand so as to choke off the unwanted agitation that were tingling down there…
"David, David, you're so kind to me. You understand me," she whimpered. She was wide open to new suggestions and directions now, vulnerable because the old way of her mother's had been proved to be only a facade. Or… was her mother right? She couldn't accept this man's philosophy, not after so many years of being ingrained with a strict puritanical morality, in spite of the fact that she considered her mother a hypocrite and her ethics unquestionable. But David Preston did seem to understand her, for he'd been right about her being excited by watching her mother fingering herself… Oh God, she didn't know what to do, what to think…
"I don't want to talk about it any longer," she said. "I need time to think. You understand me, but I don't believe I understand myself, and… and…" she couldn't continue, and more hot tears spilled from her blurred eyes, down over her flesh and wetting her bikini top. She was so disturbed and crazy from the marijuana and her tribulations, and she let the salt water rain on them both like a Spring shower.
David Preston felt the warm, resilient flesh of the young girl tight against him as she quivered violently with her emotions, and saw the streams of her bitterness run unheeded down her face and fall in rivulets between her heaving young breasts. God, it was going to be good! The blood in his penis was pounding like mad now, and his testicles ached with anticipation of the way her tight, virginal little pussy was going to feel throbbing around the hardness of his cock.
"Well, then, don't think about it, Wendy," he murmured in her shell-like ear. "We won't talk about how your mother was fingering herself until she came, and how I was undressed with my hard cock being sucked by Gloria… We won't talk about it any longer…"
His words were mesmerizingly soothing to Wendy, and as he continued to stroke gently her satiny skin, he knew that though he was telling her that they wouldn't talk about it, the longer he did, the larger the recollections would grow in her drugged mind. Nothing like a little grass to get the ass, he always said… He felt her warm, hard breasts pressing against his chest and her nipples hardening slightly, and figured that already she was thinking about last night, conjuring up the lewd, depraved scenes over and over like an unending strip of film. "Don't think about it…"