Several hours later, Laurie Dow was sitting by herself on a fallen log at the edge of the grassy clearing her uncle had chosen as a campsite. She was watching the three men and Barbara as they sat in a three-cornered huddle near the crackling, pine-scented fire that Ken Chester had built with all the expertise of an Indian. It was shamefully obvious to Laurie that Barbara had her sights set on Ken. The disgusting bitch was coming on strong, laughing and clutching at every opportunity to touch the blond man's shoulder or leg as they talked. It all seemed innocent, of course, and not even Will was paying any mind to his wife's bold, insinuating advances. In fact, he seemed to admire Ken and was making an effort to see that the young writer downed just as much whiskey as he and Ned did. Even her uncle seemed to be oblivious to her presence. He was grinning like a Cheshire cat and, much to Barbara's delight, questioning his hired hand about the latter's success with women.
"Yes, do tell us about that," Laurie heard Barbara ask cooingly. "I've heard all sorts of crazy tales about writers, that they're hung like bulls and can go for simply hours on end."
"Well, I don't know about that," Ken laughed softly as he reached for the whiskey.
"Goddamnit, Ned, I'm so glad we brought old Ken here along. He's a ballsy son-of-a-bitch."
Laurie smiled to herself at Will's ignorance, his blindness to Barbara's overt attempts to lure Ken off for sexual games. The young girl was saddened by her hot-blooded lover's responsiveness to Barbara's cheap, open remarks and gestures. Surely her time with him in the cabin had meant something more than just a convenient romp in bed – taking a naive teenager's virginity just for the fun of it. Oh Lord, she screamed inwardly, what if it were true?
A few minutes later, the young girl watched the tipsy revelers rise from their spots around the fire and move toward her.
"Gonna catch that black demon tomorrow…" Ned Dow drunkenly announced to his niece, "but now-now we're gonna take a little walk down to that stream I keep hearin'… catch us a mess of trout for bre'kf'st. S'okay?"
"Of course, Uncle Ned, but be careful of the rocks – they look pretty slippery."
"If you don't mind, sir, I think I'll stay here with Laurie," Ken said casually, his voice betraying no evidence of the considerable quantity of whiskey he had drunk with the others.
"Thasss all right with me… but juss be careful the spooks up here don't get you," Ned quipped thickly over his shoulder as he staggered off behind Will and Barbara, fishing rod in one hand, an unopened bottle of whiskey in the other. Gradually their voices and occasional bursts of laughter faded in the early evening light.
Ken took a seat beside Laurie and the pair sat in silence for several minutes. It was the first time they had been alone since the fateful afternoon in the cabin, and their thoughts were now hammering in their brains with the same, though unspoken urgency. Ken was casting about frantically in his mind for an appropriate opening statement to break the silence, an opening to pave the way to another satisfying session with the passionate young nymph at his side.
"Laurie, I know what you're thinking," Ken finally said, his arm reaching out to rest gently on her shoulder. "But you don't understand why I've been going along with Barbara's seduction game. It's only a diversionary tactic. She's got the hots for me, and I'd much rather keep her busy that way than chance having the bitch suspect us and go to your uncle with some tale that could hurt us both."
"Are you sure that's your only interest in her?" Laurie asked with undisguised doubt in her voice.
"Solemn promise," he answered, smiling broadly as he held up his free hand to swear his sincerity. Believing him, she laughed softly at her fears and leaned against him, snuggling her head into the warm hollow between his shoulder and chest. Perhaps she was not as much of a woman as she thought. Maybe she should have overcome her petty doubts and understood the force of pressure being placed on Ken by Barbara and the situation itself. Despite what Ken had implied, it was really shallow of her to think that one afternoon of love-making would automatically transform her into a full-fledged woman. In any case, she was certainly willing to tackle the challenge with every ounce of energy and courage she possessed. And she knew she was looking forward to his caresses.
Sensing his impact on her emotions, the tawny-haired young man slipped his other arm around her waist and drew her snugly against him, planting his lips on hers in a long, hungry kiss that forced her head back. His tongue snaked inward, pried between her teeth and slipped headlong into the warm wet depths of her mouth. With a light jabbing motion, he toyed with her tongue until he heard her breath begin to race with the desire that had been seething just below the surface of her doubts and fears. A little at a time, he withdrew his tongue, enticing hers into his mouth, then locking his lips around the slender spear of pink flesh in a teasing sucking grip.
"Oh Ken, Ken…" she sighed when he withdrew his mouth to give them air. Then, only vaguely aware of what she was doing, Laurie deliberately dropped one eager hand from his neck and began to fumble at the fly of his trousers, her sensitive girlish fingers finding and curling around the long throbbing bulge under the material. In answer to her boldness, he moved one of his hands from her back to fully cup one of her proudly upthrust breasts in his fingers, and was pleasantly surprised to discover that his earlier suspicions had been right: she was not wearing a brassiere under her flannel shirt. His searching fingers found and freed the first three buttons of the shirt, his hand plunging in eagerly to grasp and alternately knead the soft warmth of each naked breast. Then he bent forward and pulled back the shirt, nipping playfully at the erect little nipples with his teeth, eliciting low fevered moans from her as she worked almost frantically to open his fly.
As Laurie jerked free the last remaining metal button of his jeans, she was shocked once again by the sight of his huge thick penis leaping into view. My God, it was so beautiful! she thought as her fingers circled the warmly throbbing shaft of virile flesh. She was suddenly filled with a sense of power… a power that enabled her to make his penis that large just by touching it with her fingers. Its circumference was so great she was unable to completely encompass it with her hand, and she wondered anew how she had ever been able to take it into her virginal little pussy.
"Suck it honey! Suck me off!" Ken whispered demandingly. Then, gently applying pressure to the back of her neck, he hissed: "It's lesson number two in becoming a real woman."
Laurie was shocked by his tone, shocked even more as she watched his face twist into a grotesque mask of lust as it had before at the cabin. She felt a wave of confusion at this unexpected change in personality, this change from a tender, attentive lover to a selfish, demanding, aroused male. But there was more than confusion in her mind; his very crudity triggered something else, something deep inside her, something that delighted in being humiliated, delighted in being treated as a receptacle in which to vent his obscene sexual lust.
"I-I don't know what you want me to do… I don't know how to… suck you off," she whispered in his ear. The moist caress of her breath incited him all the more, as he exerted more pressure on the back of her head, forcing her youthful face down until it nearly touched the blood-inflamed head of his rigid organ.
For a moment, she stared wordlessly at the pulsing instrument, all thought of the discomfort of the position she had been forced into forgotten.
She held her breath for an interminable moment and then expelled it causing the bulbous head to lurch, and expand. He pulled back, just far enough to allow his eagerly pulsating penis access to her wet young mouth at a more comfortable angle. Now he thought, she would understand what he meant by lesson number two. Now, she would learn.