She was looking at Chile with the same inner excitement with which a man might approach a virgin. This was new flesh, uncharted territory.
Chile was aware of Ellie beside her. Ellie's shadow fell across her closed eyes and darkened the insides of her lids. Her mind was awhirl with conflicting thoughts. The shadow over her eyelids disappeared, then she felt Ellie stretch out beside her. The other girl was so close that she could feel the heat of her body and the softness of breast pressing against her shoulder.
"Are you asleep" Ellie asked softly.
"No," Chile answered.
"It's falling apart, isn't it?"
"What's falling apart?"
"Us. We were all right until Barry came along. The funniest thing about it is that it really isn't his, fault. The trouble was inside us all the time. He's just the catalyst. He came into our lives and started some kind of chain reaction."
Chile opened her eyes, rolled over on her hip to face Ellie. Ellie was also on one hip and they lay facing each other with only an inch of space between their bodies. Chile looked deep into Ellie's eyes.
"That sounds strange coming from you," she said. "You were always the cynic, the hard one who was just along for the ride. You never seemed to get involved with the rest of us. I always thought of you as kind of an outsider who didn't give a damn about the group, or the rest of us."
"It's Barry again," Ellie said.
"How?"
"I knew him before… in fact, I was married to him."
"Jesus," Chile said, staring at the other girl." You don't mean it."
"Yes, I do. And last night I found him just as appealing as Natalie. I hope she finds him as appealing as me."
"What are you talking about?" Chile said.
"He's off there in the woods fucking Natalie right now," Ellie said. "No, don't get up… it won't do any good."
Chile settled back onto the blanket. So, she thought, it wasn't Betty, but Natalie he was going to the woods with. Well, fuck him.
Ellie continued: "Barry is not only sexually attractive, he has a way of making us see things about ourselves that we never let ourselves see before. Just his presence on this tour made me feel different about Nat."
"I know," Chile said.
"I don't think, you do know," Ellie said. "I don't think you have the slightest idea. What, would you say if I were to tell you that Barry and I made love last night?"
Chile closed her eyes and turned onto her back again. "Well, that's between you and Barry. It doesn't have anything to do with me."
Ellie reached out and touched Chile's shoulder. "But it does have something to do with you. It's changed me in some way. Somehow I'm seeing the world through different eyes."
"That's nice," Chile said, trying to end the conversation.
Ellie kept her hand on Chile's shoulder and hitched her body closer. "Wait.
Don't put it out of your mind. I told you it had something to do with you."
Chile opened her eyes, twisted her head back to look at Ellie. "What can it possibly have to do with me?"
Their faces were only inches apart.
Ellie's face swooped down and her lips fastened over Chile's mouth. Her tongue darted inside and Chile was too surprised to react for a long moment. Keeping her mouth on Chile's, Ellie threw her body over the girl's and pressed herself down against her.
"I want you," Ellie hissed. "I want you so bad, I can taste it."
Chile thought about what she had seen Betty and Natalie doing the night before.
She thought about seeing Ellie and Natalie making love together so often and how it had affected her.
Then she thought about Barry's big cock sliding into Natalie's pussy at that very moment.
She looked up at Ellie and smiled. At the same time, she lifted her hips from the blanket and slid the bottom of her suit down her long legs to reveal her blonde thatch, already wet and ready, to Ellie's wide, staring eyes.
"Then taste it!" Chile said.
Natalie was shaking as Barry kissed her. She steeled herself and moved her hand to his cock.
God, it's big, she thought as her fingers folded around the rigid stalk.
"Oh God, Barry, hurry," she groaned.
"You're not afraid any more?"
"Of course I'm afraid. I'm scared stiff. And I have to do something about this fire inside me."
"I don't know… "he said.
"Please, Barry," she whispered. "Oh God, please!"
"Kiss me," he told her. "Nothing else, just a kiss."
Her lips were soft and puckered under his own and he made no forays with his tongue. Her eyes were closed, he could see the lids trembling. He broke the kiss and put his cheek against hers so that his lips were near her ear.
The ground was covered with a thick, soft mat of dead leaves and pine needles.
She moved away a few steps, stood with her shoulders hunched and her hands clasped protectively to her body.
He stood over her and took her in his arms again. She was stiff for a moment, then melted against him, curving to him, pressing herself hard against his body.
Her head was tucked against his broad chest and he smelled the fragrance of her hair. The feel of her against him was a mixture of things. He could feel her desire in the hardness of her nipples and the wanton rolling of her hips. And, he could also feel the fear and terror in her by the trembling of her thighs and shoulders.
"Shhh," he whispered. "Relax."
"Oh, Barry, don't let me be afraid. Don't let me make you stop. No matter what I say or do, don't stop!"
"Shhhh, everything is going to be all right."
She turned her face up to be kissed, his lips touching her eyelids, her cheeks, the corners of her mouth, and finally her own softer lips. She stiffened when his tongue slipped out of his mouth to trace the soft contours.
Her lips parted, his tongue flicked against the glassy surface of her teeth.
Then her mouth opened and his tongue was inside the warm cave. Desire and fear fought within her, and desire began to win out. Her tongue found his and entwined against it in the softest of caresses.
Barry broke the kiss and sat down on the soft ground. She sat stiffly, her arms at her sides and her legs crossed in front of her.
He leaned over and put his lips against the warm dry skin of her shoulder. She gasped at his touch as a shudder ran through her. His lips traveled from the end of her shoulder to her neck, then around to the softness of her throat. He kissed the place where he saw her pulse beating wildly, let his lips slide down to the upper swells of her breasts.
Then her arms came up to lock behind his head, and she sighed when he buried his face in the deep valley between her swelling tits.
He caressed her with his eyes, watching the nipples swell and grow. She held out her arms toward him and her breasts jiggled, the nipples weaving patterns in the air. As she came into his arms, her breasts were magnificently soft and hot and firm against his chest. She lay back on the ground, pulling him with her, and her shoulders writhed.
"Oooohhh, the pine needles tickle," she breathed.
He moved again and his lips were searching the contours of her breasts, kissing the flesh at their base, then climbing toward their excited peaks. He moved from one to the other, his tongue lashing at the ruby-red nipples. They were cool, but they waned as her passion rose.
He kept his mouth on her breasts and his hands reached down and stroked her pussy. His fingers trailed up from her knees, over her warm belly, around her hips and under the lush swells of her buttocks. She put her feet flat on the ground, and lifted her ass to let his hand slide beneath. Then she lowered the jutting curve into his waiting palm.