“Hi, Wilma,” she greeted her.
“Hi.”
“I thought I’d come down and keep you company.”
“I’m glad. I haven’t seen much of you this past week. I was beginning to think maybe you were mad at me.”
“Why should I be made at you?” Glory asked.
“I thought maybe because of that fellow Rafe bothering you at the pond.”
“Don’t be silly. That wasn’t your fault. You couldn’t have known he’d stumble on me. I never blamed you. To tell you the truth, with what’s happened since, I’d all but forgotten about it.”
“You mean breaking your engagement?” Wilma asked sympathetically .
“Then you know.”
“Living in the same house,” Wilma explained, “naturally I pieced it together. Why did you break it?” she asked with hypocritical innocence.
“I didn’t. He did.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know. He didn’t give any reason.” Glory’s eyes filled with tears. “I just don’t know.”
“There now,” Wilma comforted her, “let’s not talk about it. She put her arm around Glory’s shoulders and calmed her. You shouldn’t upset yourself. A beautiful girl like you, there will be other boys. There are bound to be. Just don’t think about it anymore.”
“I’m sorry.” Glory quieted down and dabbed the tears from her eyes. You re right, of course. There’s really no sense crying over what might have been.” She managed a smile. “What have You been doing with yourself?” she asked to change the subject.
“Nothing special. Going to the pond. It’s lovely there now.”
“Aren’t you afraid that crazy fellow might come back?”
“No. He’s working as a hand on a farm out near where the factory is. He couldn’t get over this way during the day even if he wanted to.” Wilma looked at Glory calculatingly. “Wouldn’t you like to come down for a swim with me this afternoon?”
“I don’t—” Glory started to say no and then thought better of it. She had to do something to get her mind off Don, off this terrible itch which had possession of her. “Yes,” she said. “I would. I think it would be nice.”
Glory felt her spirits lifting as she frolicked with Wilma in the water later that afternoon. She admired the way Wilma swam, slim body knifing through the water expertly, red hair streaming out behind like a blazing magnet drawing the sun’s rays. Watching her friend, for the first time all week Glory’s mind wasn’t on Don.
But the sex yearning still enveloped her body. Coming out of the water, Glory tried to push her awareness of it out of her mind. The heat of the sun on her naked body, the vaguely erotic perfume of the foliage, the very sight of her own nudity and of Wilma’s -- these things made it difficult to ignore.
She dried herself with a towel, resisting the impulse to let her hands linger over her hungry flesh. Then she lay down atop a large boulder alongside of Wilma. Their shoulders brushed and they exchanged warm smiles.
“You’ve got a sunburn,” Wilma observed.
“I know. It’s from the last time we were here.”
“What a shame. The suntan oil didn’t help?”
“No. Although I guess it might have been worse without it. I always get a burn the first time I’m in the sun. You don’t, Wilma. I can tell. You’re brown as a berry. You just tan. That’s funny.”
“Why funny?”
“Because I always thought red-headed girls were supposed to be very careful in the sun. I thought they always had the kind of skin that blisters.”
“That’s only if they’re fair-skinned.”
“But you are.”
“Yes, but I guess there’s something in the pigmentation or something that keeps me from burning. I go from golden to deep brown. I never get red.”
“That’s wonderful,” Glory sighed. “You’re lucky. I Wish I tanned like that instead of coming out like a lobster.”
“You don’t look like a lobster. But you certainly are peeling.”
“I know. Isn’t it awful. And the worst thing is I can’t really reach around where it’s most annoying to peel it."
“Let me do it for you,” Wilma offered.
“Oh, no. It’s disgusting.”
“Disgusting?” Wilma laughed. “Don’t be a foolish baby. It’s fun peeling skin. Particularly if it isn’t your own. Even more particularly when it’s on a body as lovely as yours is.”
“Well, all right,” agreed Glory innocently. “If you really want to.” She turned over on her stomach.
Wilma knelt beside her and ran her hands lightly over her body.
“Ooh! That tickles!” Glory squealed.
“Sorry.” Wilma started at Glory’s shoulders and expertly picked off the flaking skin tissue. “Let me know if I’m hurting you,” she told the blonde girl.
“That doesn’t hurt. It feels good.” Glory felt her body tingle as the hands worked slowly down her back. The itching of the skin on her back began to subside—but not the itching inside her. That was growing under Wilma’s expert, calculated touch.
“Relax,” Wilma ordered. Glory had flinched as the peeling continued from her waist to the beginning swell of her buttocks.
Glory made herself relax the muscles which had involuntarily contracted. But she couldn’t keep from trembling at the way Wilma’s hands were softly stroking the excess skin from her derriere. As the fingers investigated the cleft, she just couldn’t help squirming. Indeed, it was all she could do not to moan aloud. Wilma smiled to herself and continued on to the shapely legs, peeling them more quickly than she had Glory’s upper body.
“Turn over,” she said when she had finished the backs of Glory’s legs down to the heels.
“Oh, I can do the rest myself,” Glory said.
“No, let me. It’s fun. I’m enjoying it. Don’t you like the way it feels?”
“Oh, yes.” Glory turned over. She leaned back and closed her eyes. She kept herself from reacting as Wilma’s fingers worked nimbly down from her shoulders. But when they began lingering over her breasts, Glory couldn’t stop the reaction which made her legs separate. Nor could she keep the nipples of her breasts from spreading, reddening and hardening, beneath Wilma’s hands.
Wilma noticed and laughed softly. “This is exciting you, isn’t it?” she observed.
“Yes. I’m sorry -- I mean—” Glory was very embarrassed.
“I guess you’d better stop,” she said.
“Why? Doesn’t it feel good?”
“Well, yes, but—”
“Then just relax and enjoy it and don’t be such a prude. After all, we’re both girls. It’s not as if I was some fellow getting fresh or something.”
“I know, but it makes me feel --”
“Excited. I can see that. But what’s wrong with feeling excited‘? I’m not a man. Nothing can happen. Let yourself go.” Wilma bent over Glory and caught the bright red nipple of one breast gingerly between her teeth.
The blonde girl closed her eyes again and allowed herself to enjoy the sensation. She could feel her breast pulsating at the touch of the flicking tongue. The feelings which swept over her made her writhe with abandon. One hand fluttered to her mouth and she sucked at it unthinkingly.
The breast was released and Glory felt Wi1ma’s hands continuing down her body, peeling the skin from her waist and stomach. Then, instead of going on down her legs, the knowing fingers slipped between them.
“What are you doing?!” Glory was filled with sudden shame at the realization that Wilma must recognize the telltale moisture there.
“Just peeling you, sweetheart. This is one of the most crucial spots of all for sunburn—because it’s so tender.”
Glory tried to stop responding to the probing fingers. But the stroking of the already aroused clitoris proved too much for her. In one short instant she had cried aloud and her hips had thrust upwards and she came, quickly, uncontrollably, violently.