Dealing with the Devil
A story in Nick Scipio’s Summer Camp Universe
by be287m

Chapter 3

I entered the chalet quietly.  The stereo blared down from the main room, and people stood at the top of the stairs.  I slipped off my boots and padded up the steps, coming up behind Rod and Neil, who had their backs to the entryway as they watched the main room.

“Just wait until I tell that asshole about this trip,” Rod shouted to Neil.  “He’ll shit his pants.”

“Serves the fucker right,” Neil shouted back.

Tell?  So much for Hayley’s promise that what happened in Vermont stayed in Vermont.  She obviously didn’t have all of her puppets dancing to the same tune.

I couldn’t see what Rod and Neil were looking at, and they were sure to notice me soon.

“Excuse me, guys,” I said.  They turned, surprised to see me, but let me pass.

Then I saw what had captured their attention.  The stereo was up loud because the other girls were listening to it while they soaked in the hot tub.  Well, sat on the edge really, dangling their feet in the water.  At least Gina, Cassie, and Regan were, and they were completely nude.  No wonder the guys were watching.  I quickly glanced around the main room.  Yes, an open bottle of vodka sat on the counter near a now-familiar silver tray.  I decided to escape to my room.

I sat there for some time, mulling over Hayley’s threat.  I was sure it was a threat.  My heart started pounding, thinking about what Barry would do if Hayley talked to him.  Or talked to his father.  I knew she could make even the most innocent thing sound awful.  Barry would dump me or his father would make him dump me.  I shuddered.  Just thinking about it hurt.

I knew Hayley would be good on her word.  If I let her get away with whatever she was planning, she’d keep her mouth shut.  She’d rather have something to hang over my head indefinitely if she could.  Yeah, she might like getting under my skin, but she was too smart to screw up when she had a winning hand.

I let out a deep breath.  All I had to do was stay out of Hayley’s way and everything would be all right.  She wouldn’t talk to Barry and I’d be fine.  She’d probably also make sure that Rod, Regan, or any of the others didn’t talk to Barry either.

Probably.  That was an awfully slim word to hang my hopes on, especially when I’d just heard Rod say he was planning on telling someone about this trip.

Rod—what the heck was his part in this?  He wasn’t acting like a guy who’d made a long trip solely to get back together with his girlfriend.  In fact, he didn’t act like he cared about Regan at all.  And John had said he was doing a favor for Hayley and Rod.

Rod and Hayley had some sort of deal.  He wasn’t up here for Regan at all, I realized.  It was something else.  I didn’t know what, but it wasn’t Regan.

Which meant that Rod wasn’t completely under Hayley’s thumb.  He probably could tell someone about the trip and Hayley wouldn’t be able to stop him.

Hell.

On the plus side, it made my choice a lot easier.  I could try to stop Hayley, and have her talk to Barry.  Or I could not stop Hayley, and have Rod talk to Barry.  Damned if I did, damned if I didn’t.

But my choice affected more than me.  If I didn’t do anything, Hayley would take advantage of Cassie, now that Patricia was gone.  But I could have the satisfaction of stopping her.  That had to be worth a lot.

I was still stewing when Gina came in, wrapped in a towel.

“Regan wants to go to dinner and then go party afterward,” she said.

I nodded, and began changing out of my ski clothes while she got dressed.

We managed to get everyone out the door without too much effort.  The restaurant was fine, but I barely noticed my food.  I kept watching Hayley, but she seemed completely oblivious to my stares.

Afterward, Regan wanted us to all go to the best bar in town.  “Best” depends on your taste, I supposed.  Outside, it just looked like a weathered wooden building.  As we pushed inside, the décor didn’t change, but I saw what drew Regan.  It was jammed with other college students, which was surprising for a Monday night.  I guessed they were up from New York and Boston now that their own semesters were done.  Most were athletic.  From the fit of the clothes and the sparkle of their jewelry, they weren’t poor either.

Hayley spotted some people getting up from a table along one wall and pointed.  She practically pounced on it, arriving before anyone but us had noticed the table was free.  Tommy and John started rounding up additional chairs while Rod and Neil elbowed their way to the bar.  We ended up one chair short, so Margot sat on Neil’s lap when he returned.  Cassie slid me a beer before taking the seat next to me.  She just smiled and didn’t say anything.

On the far end of the table, the guys were giving John a hard time about some apparently spectacular wipeout he’d had on the slopes. Regan and Hayley were listening and laughing.  I was too far away to hear much above the noise, and settled for watching the guys gesture and pantomime.  They quickly finished their beers, and Rod caught a waitress’s eye and ordered another round.

Then Rod leaned close to Regan and said something.  She smiled and dropped her hand below the table where he passed her something.  Then she leaned over and said something to Hayley, who nodded vigorously, her eyes growing wide with her grin.  Hushed words made their way around the table.  Gina leaned over to me and Cassie.

“Freshen our make-up?” Gina asked.

I shook my head no, while Cassie looked at me, confused.  I put my hand on her knee, under the table.  Cassie caught the warning and looked back at Gina and shook her head.

Gina shrugged and followed the other girls.

“What was that about?” Cassie asked.

I glanced around.  With the din, no one would be able to hear our conversation.  “Did you notice that Gina’s make-up looked fine?”  I asked.

“Yeah….”

“So she was really asking if we wanted to powder our noses.”

Cassie stared at me, confused for a moment, but then she got it.  “Like the other night,” she said.

“Exactly.”

“But you didn’t go.”

“I enjoy it,” I replied, trying to sound casual, “but this isn’t the place.  Too many people we don’t know.”

“So?  You’ll never see them again.”

“It could still be trouble.”

“Oh.”

I nodded, thinking more about Hayley than any of the strangers in the bar.  I kept watching the alcove that led to the restrooms.

Then, a few minutes later, a woman with long black hair came storming through the crowd.  Hayley hurried up behind her and tugged on the woman’s arm just before she got to the bar.  The woman whirled and said something angry.  Hayley held her arms out, palms up, as if saying ‘what can you do?’  Her words too were lost in the din.

The woman and Hayley continued to have words and gradually the woman calmed down.  In the meantime, Regan had come up behind Hayley.  She said some things to the woman which, from Regan’s facial expressions, appeared to be an apology.

While Regan was talking, Hayley stepped to the bar and said something to the bartender while pointing at the woman and then at Rod.  Then she stepped back to Regan and the dark-haired woman, lightly touching the woman on the arm as she did.  The woman slowly nodded as Hayley spoke, and then said a few words to Regan before pushing through the crowd and disappearing from sight.  Then Regan came around to our side of the table while Hayley conferred with Rod.

“What a bitch!” Regan fumed.

“What happened?” Cassie asked.

“The bitch bumped into me,” Regan said, “which made me spill into the sink.  Then she had the gall to tell me it was my fault for being in her way!”

“So Regan told her off,” Gina explained, “and she said she’d get the bouncer.”

“Not that he’d do anything!” Regan snarled.

“You never know,” I said.

“Well, it doesn’t matter,” Regan said.  “Hayley fixed it.”

I looked at Hayley for an explanation.

“Her drinks will go on Rod’s tab,” she said with a smug smile.

That was Hayley’s fix?  Why hers?  It came out of Rod’s pocket.  Not that it appeared to matter.  A waitress was now talking to Rod, showing him a bill.  He just casually nodded, and circled his finger, indicating the rest of us.  She left and returned with a fresh round of drinks for the table.

The din in the bar increased.  Margot started telling a story about a woman she encountered in the bathroom at a movie theater once, but I could only hear three words in every ten.  I exchanged wry grins with Gina before leaning back and savoring my drink.

The bar did have a good vibe going.  While it was too noisy for me, the energy was definitely contagious.  A few people were dancing near the jukebox.  Two other tables were playing drinking games.  The guys at our own table were slapping each other on the back and throwing playful punches, mostly in John’s direction.  Regan laughed hysterically at something Margot had said.  Only Cassie seemed to not be having fun—her smiles were forced when Rod put new drinks in front of her and Gina.

Actually, Cassie wasn’t the only one.  I wasn’t having fun either.

I had a good buzz going, but I wasn’t relaxing.  I was wound way too tight.

The next round of drinks didn’t help either.  I couldn’t stop watching Hayley at the other end of the table.  After a while, she got up and wandered over behind Gina and Margot.  She bent over and interrupted them, saying something I couldn’t hear.  They all rose and headed toward the bathroom, Regan joining them on the way.

Hayley.  It was her fault.  I couldn’t relax because of Hayley.

While the other girls were gone, John apparently got tired of being given a hard time.  He made some comment that started the other guys hooting and accusing him of running away.  He came over and sat next to Cassie and me.  He only gave me a cursory nod before turning to her.

“Hey, Cassie, how’s it going?” John asked.  “Enjoying the skiing?”

“It’s okay,” she said.

“Just okay?  The powder’s fabulous!”

“I’m tired of falling all the time,” Cassie said.

“You just need practice!  Did you take a lesson?”

What? I thought.  John barely knows how to ski.

Cassie shrugged.

John ignored me completely, turned fully toward Cassie and leaning close to her.

“Sort of,” she said.  “I did a half-day lesson the first day.  It was me and a bunch of kids.”

“Oh, you really need individual instruction,” John said.  “How about if I give you an individual lesson tomorrow?”

Oh, gawd.  That’d be the blind teaching the blind.

Cassie didn’t hear my snort of disbelief in the din.  “Well….”

“C’mon, it’ll be better than falling down!”

“I… I guess so,” Cassie said.  “What would we do?”

John began explaining what a morning on the slopes with him would include, and I tuned him out.  The occasional compliment thrown Cassie’s way, like how beautiful she’d look on the slopes, caught my ear, but I felt guilty about eavesdropping too blatantly.  I didn’t need to protect Cassie from a jerk like John.  Besides, it was hard to resist rolling my eyes.  John was offering ski lessons when he’d just started skiing himself?  I leaned back a little further out of earshot and scanned the room.

Something was happening at one end of the bar.  A woman with long blonde hair sat on the bar, her legs spread.  A guy crouched in front of her, facing her, but with his head down.  A crowd had gathered around them, cheering and joking.

I glanced around again quickly.  The waitress was talking to Rod, Regan and Hayley, apparently taking orders for more drinks, now that the girls had returned from their “powder” break.  John continued going on about how beautiful Cassie’s eyes were.  I decided that walking over to the waitress would keep me from having to listen to John’s stupid lines.

“What’s going on over there?” I asked the waitress, pointing to the bar.

Hayley, Regan, and Rod swiveled to look at the blonde.

“Blowjobs,” the waitress said.

“Blowjobs?” Regan asked.

“It’s a drink,” the waitress explained.  “Kahlúa and Baileys in a shot glass, with a pile of whipped cream on top.  The trick is, you have to drink it without using your hands.”

“How do you do that?” Hayley asked.

“Tie a towel around your neck in case you spill, bend over and grab the glass between your lips or teeth, and then fling your head back.  It’s harder than you think, because the whipped cream makes the glass slippery.”

Now that I knew what I was looking for, I could see the towel around the guy’s neck.  Except that it was a different guy than the one who’d been bending over a few minutes ago.

“So why is she sitting on the bar?” Regan asked.

“You’re supposed to drink it from the bar while it’s between another person’s legs.  It makes it harder,” the waitress said.  “More distracting.”

“Oh,” Regan said.

“They’ve got some sort of bet going,” the waitress continued.  “But I don’t know exactly what it is.”  She turned to us.  “Anything else you guys want?”

We all shook our heads and she left to get our drinks.

Rod and Regan continued watching the antics at the bar.  The current guy had lost his grip on the glass, sending liquid everywhere, much to the amusement of the bystanders.

“It can’t be that tough,” Rod said.

“Wanna bet?” Hayley said.

Rod didn’t reply.

The girl hopped off the bar, grabbed a towel, and begin patting down her shirt where the last guy had sprayed her.  A waitress showed up with a mop and the crowd began to disperse.

“C’mon,” Rod said, gesturing to Neil and Regan.  He stood up and walked toward the bar.

Regan looked at Hayley and me and shrugged.  We all followed Rod, except Cassie, who stayed behind to watch our table.

Rod talked to the waitress for a few minutes.  He slipped her a wad of cash just about the time the rest of our crowd arrived at the bar.

“Regan, get up on the bar,” Rod said.

Regan rolled her eyes, but hopped up.  The waitress put a blowjob between Regan’s thighs while Rod tied a towel around his neck.  I glanced at the glass.  The waitress hadn’t been exaggerating; the whipped cream on top was easily as tall as the glass.  Even if he didn’t get it down his front, Rod was going to make a mess on his face.

“Hands behind your back,” the waitress said as Rod moved forward.  Rod nodded and then bent down.  He paused for a minute and Tommy, John, and Neil started cheering.  Rod suddenly stood up, flipped his head back, and began gulping.

The yells increased as the waitress stepped forward and retrieved the glass.  Rod had whipped cream all over his face, but he hadn’t spilled a drop of the booze.  He smirked in triumph.

“My turn!” John called out.  Regan remained on the bar while the waitress put another glass in front of her.  Rod gave the towel to John, who knelt down.  Ignoring the cheering, he grabbed the glass, stood up, and rocked his head back.  He didn’t have a good grip on the glass and it slipped out.  While he caught it before it hit the floor, he still spilled liquid not only all over his face but down his front.

Of course Tommy and Neil had to try after that.  Tommy didn’t spill a drop, but Neil lost the glass entirely and it shattered on the floor.  We all backed out of the way while the waitress cleaned the glass, and then discovered that another group had taken our table while we’d been up.  Cassie kept saying she was sorry; she’d had to go to the bathroom and no one had come back to watch the table for her.

“No problem,” Hayley said.  “Let’s continue the party back at the chalet.”

There didn’t seem to be much alternative.  Rod pulled out a thick wad of cash and handed it to the waitress.  He grinned at us while she counted it, and then refused to take the twenties she tried to hand back.  Geez, that had to be a 100% tip.

Back at the chalet, John and Neil changed their shirts while Margot put on some music and we all got drinks from the bar.  Rod slipped off to his room and returned with a baggie of coke.  He laid out some lines on the silver tray and everyone but Cassie and me took a turn snorting one.  Everyone talked and joked around for a while before Neil brought up the scene at the bar.

“Those were some drinks,” he said.  “Messy but fun.”

“The blowjobs?” Regan said, grinning.  “It was fun watching you guys bend down and try to grab the glass with your mouths.”

“You guys sucked at it,” Hayley teased.

“Oh,” Rod challenged, “you think you could do it better?”

“Sure,” Hayley said.  “I bet any of us girls could do it without spilling a drop.”

“Prove it,” Rod shot back.

Hayley looked at Regan.  “Do we have the stuff to make them?”

“We should,” she said.  “Cassie, why don’t you go check the kitchen?” When Cassie had left, Regan continued, “How are we going to do this?”

“We’ll have the guys sit on the bar, just like in town,” Hayley said.  “We place the blowjob on the counter and the girl does just what the guys did—easy.”

“It’s not that easy,” Neil muttered.

Hayley just smiled.  “You don’t have to play,” she said archly.

“Oh, I’ll play,” he shot back.  “Just to watch you make a mess.”

“So… Regan, Gina, Margot… you in?” Hayley asked.  They nodded.  Hayley turned to me, but I shook my head.  Cassie returned with the ingredients, and Hayley smirked when she saw her.  “Cassie will go first.”

“Wait a minute,” Rod objected, “if this is a bet, what are the stakes?”

Hayley stared at him, a knowing, devilish grin slowly spreading over her face.  “If fewer of us girls spill than you guys did earlier, you guys spend tomorrow as our servants, doing whatever we want.”

Tommy let out a low whistle.  Rod just slowly nodded.

“And if the girl spills on the towel,” Hayley continued, “she has to give the guy on the counter a real blowjob.”

The guys began cheering.  I looked over at my sisters.  Gina was biting her lip.  Margot rolled her eyes, laughing quietly.  Regan just cocked her head to one side, looking at Hayley.

“We can do this,” Hayley declared.  “Just think… all of them, our slaves for a day… anything we want!”

Regan slowly nodded, looking at Rod.  His eyes narrowed, almost turning his smile into a sneer.

“We can do this!” Hayley assured Margot and Gina.

Cassie looked pale.

“C’mon,” Hayley said, motioning to her, “let’s get the drinks set up!”

“Anyone want to bump up first?” Rod asked, his grin turning lazy.  He leaned forward and started drawing out new lines on the tray.

One after another, Regan, Margot, and Gina took their turns snorting the white powder.  Rod then laid out some thinner lines and the guys took their turns.  By the time they were done, Hayley and Cassie had filled four shot glasses with Kahlúa and Baileys and topped them with whipped cream.

Cassie wrapped a towel around her neck, forming a sloppy bib.  I hadn’t had a chance to tell her she could back out of this.

“Okay,” Hayley called, getting the room’s attention.  “John, you spilled earlier.  You get to go first this time.”  John whooped and high-fived Tommy before hoisting himself on the bar.  He sat way back from the edge and spread his legs.  Hayley put the glass in front of him while Cassie moved into place.

We all grew quiet as Cassie took a couple of deep breaths.  Then she put her hands behind her back and bent forward.  I couldn’t see how she was doing, so I moved around to the side, up against the bar.

Cassie slowly raised her head.  Then  she tilted her head back suddenly and began swallowing.  Margot and Regan cheered.  Hayley reached up and grabbed the glass when it was empty.  Cassie dropped her head, glowing and smiling.  The guys, led by John, started moaning.  While there was some whipped cream on Cassie’s nose, she didn’t have a drop on her towel.

Gina and Regan hugged her, laughing, while she took the towel off.  Hayley came over to retrieve the next shot.

I glanced at the remaining three shots before she arrived.  Standing so close to them, I realized that the whipped cream was piled much higher on one than on the others.  I hadn’t noticed that from across the room.

Hayley grabbed one with an average amount of cream and headed back to the game.  I looked more closely at the one with the towering pile, wondering how it could be so tall. It was also full to the brim.  That partially explained why the whipped cream was so high.

Neil jumped onto the bar.  I looked over at the girls and saw that Margot had the towel tied around her neck.  Hayley placed the shot glass between Neil’s thighs and Margot quickly moved in.

Margot didn’t take as long as Cassie to start pulling back, but she didn’t have a good grip on the glass either.  It slid out and tumbled down, spilling its contents down her front.  The guys cheered and Margot just looked at her front and laughed.  Neil hopped down and kissed her.  The two of them edged their way to a couch on the far side of the room, never breaking the lip lock.

Gina was now wearing a towel bib, this one fresh and unspotted.  Rod already sat on the bar, his legs dangling over the side.  I looked back at Regan.  She’d just noticed Rod and was scowling.  Gina’s eyes followed Regan’s.  Then Gina’s eyes widened when she saw it was Rod on the bar.  She didn’t back away, though.  A moment later, Hayley set the over-filled blowjob between Rod’s thighs.

Oh, God, I thought.  There was no way Gina could avoid spilling.

I glanced back at Regan.  Her scowl deepened as she watched Gina move forward.

Gina hunched over, and the top of her head brushed Rod’s stomach.  “Move back, Rod,” she said.

He muttered something, but scooted back a few inches.

Gina moved in a little further and paused, adjusting her stance.

Of course, she was lining herself up directly over the drink.  It was smart, since she could lick some of the whipped cream away before grabbing the glass with her lips.

Gina held her hair back with one hand and her arm obscured the view, so I couldn’t tell if that was what she was actually doing.  However, she managed to inch her head down at a glacial pace.  She couldn’t be enjoying spending that much time close to Rod, but better than spilling, I thought.  Just when her knees started trembling and I began to doubt she could hold her hunched-over position, she straightened and tossed her head back.  She had the glass between her lips and quickly swallowed.  

Hayley just watched as Cassie stepped forward and retrieved the glass.  A trickle of white liquid dribbled down Gina’s chin, but she wiped it up before it dropped onto the towel.  Tommy and John moaned, and I started clapping.  Hayley joined in a moment later, congratulating Gina.  Regan was still shooting daggers at Rod.  He ignored her, which seemed to piss her off further.

Regan huffed loudly and stormed out of the room.  John and Tommy stared pointedly at Rod, who sighed and hopped off the bar.  He frowned, looked back at the guys who were still staring at him, and then sauntered toward the hall where Regan had gone.

Tommy got up on the bar and lightly tapped the wood between his knees.  Cassie thrust a towel into Hayley’s hands.  Gina had pulled back and was looking the other way.  My eyes followed her gaze to where Neil lay back on the couch, with Margot on her knees before him.  Gina watched the blonde bob up and down, Neil’s cock between her lips.

Cassie appeared at my elbow to retrieve the final glass.  I turned and apparently startled her.  She jerked, sloshing the drink so that a little ran down the outside of the glass.  She didn’t notice as she picked it up and took it to where Tommy waited.

Hayley bent down and put her hands behind her back.  She looked at the glass and then stood up.

“It’s already spilled,” she announced.

“Oh, I’m sorry!  I can get another,” Cassie said.  Hayley looked around, first at Margot and Neil, then at Gina watching them.  She leered and then turned back to Tommy.

“No,” she said to Cassie.  “That’s alright.”

With one quick motion, Hayley knocked the glass over, soaking Tommy’s pants.  She then turned and handed it to Cassie.

“Get your pants off, big boy,” she said to Tommy.

Tommy hopped off the bar and started unbuttoning his jeans.  Hayley didn’t wait and began helping him tug them down.  His hard cock sprang free.  Hayley slid the head into her mouth.  Tommy put his hands on the back of her head.  She stopped sucking, pulled back, and said something to him.  He put his hands by his side and she resumed blowing him.

I watched for a minute before glancing around the room.  John stood close to Cassie, almost leaning into her as he talked to her.  She was turned half-away, and kept shifting, pulling away from him.  Gina’s eyes darted from Margot and Neil to Hayley and Tommy.  Then back again to Margot and Neil.

I glanced back to John and Cassie, and saw that he’d put his arm around her.  Her shoulders were hunched as if she was trying to recoil from his touch.

I had to do something.

I got up and started walking over to them.  As I passed Hayley, she let Tommy’s cock slide out of her mouth.

“Join in, Jess,” she called.  “It stays in Vermont.”

“I’m not falling for that,” I snapped.  But I didn’t stop, and she resumed licking and sucking Tommy’s cock.

“Will you excuse us?” I said to John when I reached Cassie and him.

He looked at me and scowled, but then gave a curt nod.

I took Cassie’s hand and pulled her toward the hallway.  She moved so quickly that she almost tripped over my heels as we headed to my room.

“I don’t know if you mind me pulling you away,” I said as I closed the door.

“I don’t!” Cassie said, letting out a deep breath.

“Well,” I said, “good.  But if you wanted to join in that orgy, or if you just wanted to be with John, no one would think less of you.”

Cassie vigorously shook her head no.

“That’s what I thought,” I said.

“Do I have to go back?” she asked.  I thought for a moment.  Hayley and John would definitely notice her absence.  “No,” I said at last. “Go to your room.  I’ll tell them you were sick.”

Cassie nodded and gave me a small smile.  “Thanks,” she said.  “I don’t think they’ll mind tonight.”

I opened the door and she slipped out.

I took a couple of deep breaths myself.  I didn’t know if Hayley would be pissed at me for getting Cassie out of her clutches, but I’d already made my choice.  It was worth it.  I took a few more deep breaths to make sure I had control of my nerves.  Then I strode back to the main room.

Tommy was on his back while Hayley rode him, slowly rising up and down on him.  John obviously didn’t miss Cassie, because Hayley was now sucking his dick.

On the far side of the room, Margot moaned.  She was bent over the arm of a couch while Neil pounded into her from behind.  He had worked up quite a sweat but didn’t seem to be slowing down.

I glanced at Gina.  She still sat on the couch, watching all the action, but she’d taken off her pants and was now stroking her pussy.  I settled in next to her.

“Cassie’s not feeling well,” I whispered to her.  “In case anybody asks.”

Gina nodded, but didn’t look at me.

Meanwhile, John had come, splattering semen over Hayley’s neck and breasts.  She chuckled and smeared it into her skin as she continued to ride Tommy.  Then she looked over at Gina and me.  Slowly and with great showmanship, she ran a finger through John’s come and then lifted it to her lips.  She sucked it clean and then wiggled her eyebrows at us before laughing hard.

That was it, I decided.  Time to leave.

I said farewell to Gina, who was obviously going to continue watching for a while, and then headed toward the hallway.  John only gave me a quick glance, as he was trying to stroke himself hard for round two.  Margot’s climatic screams echoed in my ears as I left the room.

I closed the door to my room and took a deep breath.  I was a little more shaken than I’d expected.  I‘d also been slow.  I could have reacted faster and stopped the whole stupid blowjob game before Cassie had been pulled into it.  Better late than never, though.  Cassie would be fine.

I got ready for bed, slowly calming myself down.  I’d see if Cassie wanted to be my ski partner the next day.  That would help.  I’d be able to look after her for Patricia and it wouldn’t be that hard.

When I finally got under the blankets, I realized I was also a little turned on.  I wasn’t as horny as the night I’d done all the cocaine, but I couldn’t get the images from the main room out of my head.  My fingers wandered down to my clit while I replayed the memories.  I also fantasized about being on the bar myself, with Barry kneeling before me.  Licking me, though, and not some shot glass.  In the end, I enjoyed a small orgasm before falling asleep.

*  *  *

The next morning I made it a point to find Cassie and ask her if she wanted to be my ski buddy for the day.  She readily agreed and we had a really good time.  For once, we didn’t run into anyone else from the group while we were on the slopes or in the lift lines.  Even lunch was pretty sedate, as we found a quiet table in the corner.  Cassie opened up and talked more about her family and what she wanted to do with her future, and asked a lot of questions about what it was like to be in a serious relationship.  She giggled at my silly grins and assured me that things would be fine when I worried about Barry.  We skied some more after lunch and had a great time.  I was disappointed we had to head back to the chalet when it got dark.

When we walked in the door, Regan told us we were going out to a fancy restaurant that night and she’d already made reservations.  We needed to get dressed up in something a little nicer than jeans but not too nice.  It sounded good, so Cassie and I went to get ready.  I took my shower and passed Gina on my way back to the room.

“Changing of the guard,” I joked, nodding at her towel and toiletry kit.

She smiled. “It’s not Buckingham Palace, though.”

I poked around in the closet, looking at my clothes.  Since Cassie had moved out, there was plenty of room to spread out some outfits before choosing one.  I picked some nice pants and a sweater and put them on.  I was working on my hair when I heard shouting from the hall.

“Ugh, Rod!  Get out!”  It was Gina.

I dropped my hairbrush and ran toward the bathroom.  I came up behind a wet and bedraggled Rod, half-clutching a towel around his waist as he stood in the doorway to the bathroom.  Gina stood in front of him, covering herself with a soaked towel.

“Get out!” she yelled again.  I grabbed Rod’s shoulder and yanked.  He turned and raised a fist.  Then he lowered his hand when he saw it was me, but kept glaring.

“How dare you!” Gina spat.

Rod glared at her, did a quick glance at me, and then turned back to Gina.  He took a moment to regain his poise.

“Most girls like it when I join them,” he sneered.

“I’m not most girls,” Gina snapped.

“Me neither,” I added for emphasis.

Rod looked from Gina to me and then back again.  He shrugged.

“I guess I’ll shower later,” he said, and then turned and walked back down the hall toward the main room.

“Are you all right?” I asked Gina.

“I’m fine,” she huffed, walking back into the bathroom.

I followed.

“I mean,” she said, “I didn't see him till he opened the shower door. He said something stupid about 'conserving hot water,' but I told him to get out. When that didn't work, I got angry and shoved him out. I mean... God!  What a jerk!”  Gina straightened the shower head so it no longer pointed out the open shower door.  I looked around.  Water pooled everywhere, making a mess.

“Next time I’ll lock the bathroom door,” she said.

“Good idea.”

Gina stared at all the water on the floor.

“I’ll get some towels and help clean this up,” I said.

“Thanks, Jess,” Gina said, with obvious relief.

“Be back in a minute,” I said.  Gina smiled and I nodded before heading down the hall.

I was trying to remember how many towels were left in the bin near the hot tub when I heard voices from the main room.  They were angry but hushed.  I pulled up short of the end of the hall and then crept forward so I could hear.

“I don’t care, Rod,” Hayley hissed. “It was stupid!”

“Well, your way is taking too long!” he shot back.

“But my plan will work!” she said.  “Without you looking like an idiot.”

Plan?  What the hell?

“Now get out of here,”  Hayley said to him.  “Before Jessica or Gina sees us talking.”

I took a deep breath; that was an entrance cue if I’d ever heard one.  I walked into the main room.  Rod was gone already.  Hayley was staring toward the far hall, scowling.  She turned and pasted on a smile when she saw me.

“Jessica!  I see that Rod was being a jerk.  How’s Gina?”

“She’s fine,” I said.  “Though the bathroom’s a mess.  I need to get some more towels.”

“I think there’s some in the closet near the hot tub,” she said, pointing toward the door to the deck.

“I know that.”  I began to walk that direction.

“I’ll help,” she added.

I raised an eyebrow and she gave me a plastic smile in return.

I shrugged and she followed me to the closet.

“I don’t know what Rod was thinking,” she said as we loaded up on towels.

I looked at her incredulously. “You don’t?”

Her face hardened at my reaction.  “No.”

I made a non-committal grunt and headed back to the bathroom, Hayley right behind.  Gina was drying off when we arrived.

“Hi, Hayley,” Gina said, looking past me.

“Oh, Gina,” Hayley oozed, “I can’t believe Rod tried to climb in the shower with you.”

I dropped to my knees and began mopping up water so Hayley wouldn’t see me glaring.

“Neither can I,” Gina muttered.  “I don’t know why he thinks he’s God’s gift to women.”

“Well,” Hayley said, “he is so good in bed.  And you’ve seen how big his dick is.”

“You’ve slept with him?” I blurted.

“Sure,” Hayley said with a shrug.  “He and Regan weren’t together at the time, and it was after a party.  He was really good.”

“So why is he dating Regan instead of you?” Gina asked.

“I don’t want to date Rod,” Hayley said.  “Why should I limit myself to one guy?”

I snorted, but Hayley ignored me.

“You really should try a guy that big some time,” Hayley urged Gina.  “It really is worth it.”

Gina didn’t dignify Hayley’s comment with a reply.

I just shook my head.

Gina finished drying herself off and grabbed one of the spare towels and began helping me with the floor.

“Well, I’ll see you two at dinner,” Hayley said.  She gave a small wave and left.

“Nice of her to help clean,” Gina muttered.

“Hayley?  Do menial labor?”

Gina grimaced, and then nodded in agreement.

“You’d think all she did was come in to talk about Rod’s dick,” I said.

Gina snorted.  “Even then, she’s got it wrong.  It’s not the size, it’s how you use it.”

“Yeah,” I said, nodding, “a guy that doesn’t know what he’s doing is horrible.”

“Though there’s something to be said for thickness,” Gina continued.  “Paul’s big enough for me, that’s for sure.”

“Really?” I asked, chuckling.

“Uh-huh.  Just the right fit.  I’ve… I’ve had longer, but I’d rather have Paul’s width and his technique any day.”

“You’re lucky,” I said.

“Why?  Aren’t you?”

“Uh… Barry and I haven’t had sex yet.”

“What?”

“Barry wants to wait until marriage.  I don’t want to cheat on him.”

Gina looked thoughtful. “And I don’t want to cheat on Paul.”

I furrowed my brow.  “So what about the other night?” I asked.  “In the hot tub and afterward?”

“Paul doesn’t care what I do with other girls.  In fact, he likes hearing about it.”

“Huh?”

“I hope that doesn’t bother you,” Gina asked.

We arrived at the towel bin, dumped the towels, and headed back to our room.

“No,” I said.  “If girls having sex with other girls bothered me, I would have dropped out of the sorority a long time ago.”

“But you left the party on Friday when it was just us girls.”

“Well… I was getting turned on,” I said.  “Between the coke and watching you all… I had to come take care of things.”  I blushed with the admission, but Gina was unfazed.

“You could’ve stayed,” Gina said.  “No one would’ve minded.”

“I would have,” I said.  “I get really uncomfortable with people watching me, particularly when I’m… trying to get off.”  I looked over at her and she smiled back, warmly.  Something about the way she was relaxed while talking about sex helped me to relax too. “I really needed the privacy,” I finished.

“I can understand that,” she said.  “I really like watching people have sex, though, so I don’t mind them watching me.  But it’s got to be the right people.  Otherwise, it’s a little creepy.”

“It’s a little creepy to me no matter who they are,” I said.

Gina just smiled.  “It’s okay, Jess.  We’re all allowed to enjoy sex however we enjoy it.”

“Well right now, all I’m enjoying are my fingers.”

“Get a toy,” she said.

“A toy?  As in a vibrator?”

“Sure.  I’ve got one.  I mean, Paul can’t be around all the time.”

“Barry thinks they’re disgusting,” I said.

Gina caught the despair in my voice.  She reached over and put her arm around me, comforting me.  “It doesn’t matter what Barry thinks,” she said.  “It’s what you think.”

“Well, I’ve never tried one,” I said.  “So I don’t know what they’re like.”

“Do you want to?  Try one, I mean?”

I looked at her, my brow furrowed.

“I brought mine,” she said.  “Rocky’s in my suitcase.”

“You named your vibrator Rocky?”

She shrugged with a grin.  “It was better than just calling it a toy,” she said.  “Anyway, if you want to borrow it, just ask.”

I grinned and rolled my eyes.  “Maybe,” I said.  “But not now.”

“That’s okay.  We have to get ready for dinner anyway.”

We made it to the main room just about the time everyone else was starting to assemble.

Rod’s eyes narrowed when he saw us.  He leaned back and crossed his arms, almost looking blasé, but his eyes never left Gina as she walked over to talk to Regan.  I looked at Hayley.  She was watching me, her face masked of emotion.  I looked away, not wanting to try to stare her down.

Cassie sat near the fireplace, playing solitaire.  No one was paying her any attention, so I walked over to her.

“Mind if I watch?” I asked.

“No,” Cassie replied, not looking up.  I sat down and used the opportunity to discreetly survey the room.

We were still waiting for Tommy and John.  Gina and Regan were talking, both smiling.  Rod was watching them intently.  So was Hayley, I saw.

I finally had a chance to think about the conversation between Rod and Hayley that I’d overheard.  I was right, I sighed, feeling relieved.  Hayley was indeed up to something since she’d told Rod she had a plan.  For a moment, I savored knowing that I wasn’t crazy.

But then I thought about the rest of the conversation.  Rod had said it was taking too long.  So he had—

The light dawned.

Oh.  Oh, I’d been such a fool!  Cassie wasn’t the target of Hayley’s plan, Gina was!

No wonder Hayley had been so gleeful when I’d confronted her!  She’d been telling the truth when she said she wasn’t after Cassie!

I sunk my head in my hands, mentally cursing myself.  Hayley was smart.  Devilishly smart.  If Rod hadn’t screwed up by trying to get in the shower with Gina, I might never have figured it out.

But what was Rod trying to do to Gina?

Well, he’d bragged that he’d slept with most of the Chi O’s, and he’d love to have one more, I was sure.  If he could get away without Regan killing him for it, that is.  Or Gina’s boyfriend, Paul, for that matter.

Except Rod hated Paul and thought he was an asshole.  He wouldn’t care if Paul knew.

Then I remembered what Rod had told Neil when I’d gotten back from my walk.  He couldn’t wait to tell “that asshole” about the trip.

Of course!  Rod wanted to have sex with Gina, and also rub it in Paul’s face!  And Rod was enough of a self-righteous prick to think that was worth it.

Except I didn’t know what “it” was.  That was still the missing piece.  What was Hayley getting out of helping Rod?  Ego, of course.  She’d love being able to chuckle at “getting away with it.”  But this was a lot of work on Rod’s behalf just for ego.

I didn’t have a chance to think about that because Tommy and John showed up and we had to leave.  I joined the crowd, but I didn’t talk much on the way to the restaurant.

During the meal, I quietly watched the others.  Hayley was boisterous, but I realized she was also carefully watching Regan, Rod, Gina, and me.  She just smiled whenever I caught her looking my way.  Once she mouthed “stays in Vermont” to me before turning to talk to Regan.

I began steaming.

I needed to stop Hayley.  I could talk to Gina, but she’d already said she didn’t want to have sex with Rod.  No point in warning her further after Rod’s shower stunt.  Maybe I could talk to Regan.  No one else made sense, and if she knew that Rod was up to something else, he might not be able to get away with it.

The hard part was getting Regan alone.  All through dinner, she was either in the group or going to the restroom with Hayley and Margot.  I had no opportunity to pull her aside.

When we returned to the chalet, Regan stayed in the main room with everyone else.  Margot turned on the stereo and Tommy and John went behind the bar and poured drinks.  Hayley got out the silver tray and looked at Rod.

“I’ll go get it,” he said, and disappeared down the hall.  He returned with a large bag of cocaine.  He poured a little bit out onto the tray and began cutting it into lines.

“We’re going to use all of that?” Neil asked, pointing at the bag.

“Nah,” Rod said.  “Most of that’s for something else.”  His eyes flicked to Hayley as he said it.

Of course!  What did Rod have that Hayley would want?  Coke!  That bag contained quite a bit, and if it was all Hayley’s…  it would be enough.  Combined with the ego boost, Hayley would be happy to help Rod for that much cocaine.

I frowned.  I had to talk to Regan.  But discreetly.  That could be tricky.

Cassie hung back as everyone else snorted a line.  Instead, she drifted over to the bar and poured herself a rum punch.  That was something else I needed to avoid tonight.  No alcohol.  No cocaine.  Not that I needed the coke—I was already hyped up and jittery enough.

But it wouldn’t look right.  The others couldn’t see me hanging back too much.  So I joined Cassie at the bar and poured myself some punch, sans rum.  No one would know.  No one would know at all.

I had to calm down, so I leaned against the bar.  Margot and Hayley started dancing in the middle of the room.  They swayed with the beat, gyrating and laughing.  Then they pulled Regan and Gina up and got them moving.  The guys were just sitting around watching, calling to Cassie to bring them drinks.  She did each time her name was called, but moved away quickly once she’d poured whatever they’d asked for.

After a couple of songs, the beat changed to something more up-tempo.  Margot tried to pull Neil onto the makeshift dance floor, but he balked.  Rod gave Margot a look, so she quit.

Regan slowed down dancing and said something to Gina and Hayley.  With a laugh and a wave of her arm, she walked toward the far hall.  I slipped into the hall and saw she was heading toward the bathroom.  I decided to catch her on the way back and waited just out of sight of the main room.

“Hey, Regan,” I said when she emerged, “Rod’s stunt with the drinking contest the other night—”

“I know,” she interrupted.  “He didn’t know Gina would be next.  He was just having fun.”

“Well—”

“Besides, it was just part of the party.  Hayley’s been telling me I shouldn’t get mad at Rod for stuff that happens when we’re all partying together.”

“But what about when he tried to get in the shower with Gina?” I blurted.

Regan shook her head and gave an exasperated sigh.  “He was just trying to get ready faster,” she said.  “Hayley pointed out that a lot of us have shared showers a couple of times this week to speed things up.”

My jaw dropped.  I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.  Was Regan really that gullible?  Or was she just refusing to see reality?

“Let’s go back to the party, Jess,” Regan said, pushing past me.

I watched her walk away.  I couldn’t believe she wouldn’t listen.

Of course there might be reasons for that.  When I arrived in the main room, Regan was snorting a line of coke.  Apparently several of the others already had.

Hayley and Margot danced closely and slowly to what sounded like Barry White.  Hayley kissed Margot, first lightly and then passionately.  After a minute, Hayley pulled back and crooked her finger at Gina, dancing nearby.  Gina moved forward, but Margot stepped in the way and wrapped her arms around the darker girl.  Their faces disappeared behind their hair.  Not to be left out, Regan joined the two girls.  They broke their embrace just enough for each of them to kiss Regan deep.  Meanwhile Hayley stepped back, joining the crowd of watchers.

Slowly the three girls continued to make out with each other.  Regan was the first to begin removing clothes—pulling off her own sweater before reaching for Gina’s buttons.  As if they were completely oblivious to the rest of us, they slowly stripped each other and sank to the floor.  I caught Gina’s eyes for just a moment—they were wide and wild.  She’s done a lot of coke tonight, I realized.

Regan ended up on her back, with Gina and Margot licking and sucking her breasts.  Then Gina began to kiss her way down toward Regan’s pussy.  Margot pulled back and looked around at the rest of us and smiled a loopy, wild grin.

“Anyone else going to join in?” she asked.  The guys started murmuring, but before anyone could move, Hayley spoke up.

“Let’s let the guys watch for a little while longer,” she said.  “Get them really hard.”

Margot nodded and started to straddle Regan’s face.  Before she could, Regan looked at Hayley and mouthed something.  Gina just kept kissing Regan’s lower body.  Still on her hands and knees, she lowered her head to the blonde girl’s pussy and began to lick.

Hayley sank to her knees behind Gina.  She began stroking the darker girl’s ass, and she ran her fingers over Gina’s pussy.  Like the last two orgies, Gina didn’t look back while Hayley fingered her.

“Go get Regan’s toy,” Hayley ordered Cassie, who nodded and headed toward the hall.  Hayley caressed Gina one last time and then stood, joining the onlookers again.

Meanwhile, Regan began licking at Margot’s pussy, poised above her face.  Margot began moaning and caressing her own breasts.  The guys stood and moved closer.  Tommy murmured something about wanting to join in.  He also stood in front of me, so I set down my drink and moved to get a better view.

Hayley was slowly leading Rod around the circle of watchers.  Neil, Tommy, and the others were too busy watching the girls to really notice.  Hayley and Rod paused directly behind Gina, who was still on her hands and knees with her face between Regan’s thighs.  Hayley touched Rod lightly on the arm and tilted her head toward Gina.  

Rod’s eyes lit up.  From where he was standing, I realized, he had a great view of Gina’s ass and pussy.  He began unbuckling his belt.  Hayley placed her hand on top of his, stopping him.  She gave Rod a demanding look.  He gestured at the large bag of cocaine.  Hayley smiled and pulled her hand away.  Rod slowly lowered his pants, revealing a very large and very hard dick.

Oh shit.

Gina hadn’t looked back when Hayley had fingered her from behind.  She had heard Hayley send Cassie for the toy.  She had no reason to look back!

And no one else knew what was going on.  This time, Regan couldn’t see Rod with Margot still straddling her face, and Margot was facing away.  Cassie hadn’t returned yet and the guys were pointedly not looking at Rod, now that he had his dick out.

Oh shit oh shit oh shit!

I pushed through the guys, knelt beside Gina, and tapped her on the shoulder.  She pulled back to look at me, her nostrils flaring.

“Gina,” I whispered, “I need to use Rocky.”

“Huh? Oh.  He’s in my suitcase.”

“Come with me,” I urged.

“Um, okay.”  Gina scrambled from between Regan’s legs and off to the side.

Rod and Hayley glared at me with undisguised fury.  I glared back, returning their hatred.  How dare they do this to my little sister!  I finally broke eye contact to help Gina to her feet.

Feeling Gina’s absence, Regan gently pushed Margot up and off.  “Oh, Rod!” Regan said.  “For me?”

I glanced back to where Rod stood, still fully erect, in front of Regan.  Of course.  With Gina out of the way, it looked like Rod was getting ready to fuck Regan.

Rod realized it too.  He shot me one final quick look of hatred before facing Regan with a grin.  “You bet, babe,” he said.

“Ooh!  Not here though,” Regan said, scrambling to her feet.

Meanwhile Margot headed over to Neil, who had also removed his pants and sported an erection.  Cassie had returned, carrying the strap-on, and was looking around, wondering what to do.

I looked for Hayley.  She’d moved to the side table and had her hand on the bag of coke.  She was glaring at me.

“C’mon, Gina,” I whispered in Gina’s ear.  “Let’s go.”  I tugged her toward the hall and our room.  I have to get Gina out of here.  I’m her big sister, I’m responsible for her. Gina followed, but kept walking when I stopped at the hall entrance and looked back.

Rod and Regan were moving toward the opposite hall.  Margot was on her knees, sucking Neil’s dick while he held the back of her head.  Hayley still glared at me.  Her eyes flicked around the room, to where Tommy and John were, and to Cassie still standing holding the toy.

“Come on, Pledge Cassie,” she said.  “We have some Pikes to service.”

Cassie looked at me in alarm, but Gina sounded impatient behind me.

“Pledge Cassie!” Hayley snapped, turning her attention to the girl.

Cassie shuffled forward.

Gina pressed into me and looked past my shoulder.  She sidestepped, as if to pass me.  No!  She wasn’t giving me time to explain.  I had to do something.

Forgive me, Cassie.  I can only save one of you.

I stepped in front of Gina, squarely blocking her path.  Her eyes widened but I didn’t wait.  I leaned in and kissed her on the mouth.  Gina’s lips parted and her tongue met mine.  I pulled back, more breathless than I’d expected.

“Let’s go get Rocky,” I said.  I pushed her forward, getting her out of there fast. So now what?  Did I dare admit why I’d kissed her?  And what a kiss!

Gina preceded me into our room.  I closed the door and when I turned around, she was standing very close.  I lost my nerve and didn’t say anything.  Instead, we slipped into each others’ arms and our lips met in a passionate kiss.  Then our tongues met as we began making out.

A week’s worth of frustrated hormones flooded through me.  I struggled for a moment and then let go.

Gina’s kisses were both softer than I’d expected, and firmer.  Softer than any guys’ I’d known, but still eager without being aggressive.  The same way her hands roamed casually over my back.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” she murmured.

I pulled my shirt and sweater over my head while she knelt and undid my pants.  My bra hit the floor about the same time Gina slipped my panties below my knees.  After I stepped out of them, she took me by the hand and led me to the bed.

We lay side by side, our faces inches apart.  Gina’s eyes flicked down toward my breasts and she moistened her lips.  Our eyes met and we kissed.  This time we began caressing each other while our mouths explored.  Gina’s skin felt warm under my fingers as I touched her.  I let out a small gasp when she thrust one thigh between mine, pressing her leg up against my mound.  I responded by pushing my own thigh against her in the same way.  We ground against each other as we continued to kiss.

I was definitely getting wet.  Far wetter than I’d ever expected to be with a girl.  Gina had already found just the right spot, and my clit sent mini-sparks when she moved her thigh.  I hoped her gasps meant that I was returning the favor.  I pulled back from our kisses to catch my breath.

“I’ve never done this,” I said.

She understood my unspoken “with a girl.” She smiled warmly, her eyes sparkling.  “I think you’ll like it.”

She kissed me again.  Then she slowly rolled me onto my back with her on top.  I raised one leg between her thighs and she ground down hard.  I could feel her wetness against my skin.

She began covering my face in kisses, concentrating on my cheek and behind my ear.  I let out a small squeak when she hit a sensitive spot, but she just chuckled and returned to it again and again and again.

My thoughts scattered.  My blood was on fire under her assault and I began moaning softly.  Gina shushed me with a kiss and then moved lower.

She didn’t spend much time on my breasts, just gently kissing each nipple for a moment before moving on.  She could sense my need.  After teasing me by running her tongue around my belly button, she lowered herself and gave my slit one long wet lick.

I gasped and shuddered.  She repeated the lick.  This time I moaned.  I quickly lost track of exactly what she was doing, but it all felt incredible.  I felt her sucking my clit at one point, and running her tongue through my folds at another.   I started gasping for breath, the pleasure building and building, and a few minutes after that I began crying out and thrashing as I came.  The waves hit hard and fast, leaving me exhausted when they finally faded.

I felt Gina get off the bed.  I was able to focus on her, giving me at least a little semblance of control, and saw her open her suitcase.  She pulled out a long plastic phallus.

“Ready for Rocky?” she asked.

I stared wide-eyed, not saying anything.

She returned to kneeling between my thighs.

I heard Rocky before I felt him.  Felt it.  Whatever.  A high-pitched buzz.  I jumped when Gina pressed the side of the shaft against my thigh.  As I relaxed and adjusted to the sensation, she began running it all over my pussy.

The vibrations felt surprisingly soothing.  Strong, of course, but not jarring.  I could feel the warmth growing as Gina moved it about.  Then she slid the tip of the vibrator directly against my clit.

Oh God!  First sparks and then waves flooded my body.  I lost coherence again; I was lost in the sensation.  I knew Gina actually thrust the toy inside me a couple of times, but she returned so quickly to my clit that I barely had the ability to notice the difference.  I was gasping, trying to get enough breath, as the pleasure shot through me.  Once again, waves of pleasure started rolling up my body from where she touched me.  Finally, with another loud squeal, I climaxed.

Gina backed away and turned off the vibrator.  Then she held me as I shuddered through the after-tremors.

“You looked like you needed that,” she said.

I laughed weakly, exhausted.  “It’s been a while,” I said.  “At least with more than my own fingers.”

“Glad I could help,” Gina said, kissing me lightly on the brow.  She pulled back a few inches, smiling at me, and making no other moves.

We couldn’t stop now.  Even if I was nervous and little scared, I owed her.  I took a deep breath.  “I should return the favor,” I said.

“You don’t have to.”

“No,” I said.  “I took you away from the party and you should have some fun too.  Besides, I owe you for what you just did.”

Gina just smiled.

So I kissed her.

I was a little tentative as I rolled her onto her back and began covering her neck and throat with kisses.  Then it hit me.  It’s really no different than kissing a guy.  Emboldened, I began kissing her like I’d kiss a guy, making my kisses wetter and hotter; trailing my tongue across Gina’s skin as I moved from one kiss to another.

I spent more time on Gina’s breasts than she had on mine.  There was something satisfying about sucking her entire nipple and areola into my mouth.  I experimented with flicking my tongue across them as well, but found that Gina squirmed the most with just simple kisses.

Gina squirmed even more as I feathered her stomach with kisses.  I wondered if she was ticklish.  I decided to tease her belly button the same way she’d teased mine.

Then the moment of truth arrived.  I slid down until I faced Gina’s pussy.

She was shaved.  Then I realized that I’d known that from the hot tub, even if I hadn’t paid particular attention.  Gina’s labia were engorged and gaping slightly.  Her clit protruded from its sheath.  I took a deep breath and then leaned in and kissed it.  Gina let out a small mewl of pleasure.  I imitated what she’d done to me, and gave her a slow, long lick from bottom to top.

Gina gasped.  I chuckled to myself.  I could do this, I realized.  I licked her again and got another gasp.  Then I began concentrating on her clit.  Her breathing grew shallow as I continued to kiss, lick, and caress her with my lips and tongue.

Gina bucked her hips when I licked the underside of her clit.  I kept repeating that and her breathing speeded up and became shallower, even as she continued to squirm.  I figured I could get her off by continuing, but my jaw was getting tired.  This was taking longer than I thought.  I kept at it, though, and soon Gina cried out and went stiff.  I licked her a few more times, and she shook slightly before she let out a final gasp and collapsed back into the bed.

Gina gave me a loopy grin when I crawled from between her legs.  “Wow,” she said, “that was nice. Especially for your first time.”

I grinned back.  “Want me to use Rocky?” I asked.

She practically purred, which I took to be a yes.  I grabbed the vibrator and figured out how to turn it on.  Then I began running it around her body.

I decided to give her the same treatment she’d given me.  I played with pressing the side of the vibrator first against her thighs and then against her mound.  I pressed the shaft against her labia, one side and then the other.  I teased her with the tip, nudging it between her lips and then sliding it up to press firmly against her clit.  I even thrust it inside her a few times.

“Quit teasing, Jess,” she begged, not looking down.

I paused, and then slid the vibrator up until it rested against the underside of her clit.

“Use your fingers too.”

Against her clit?  The toy was already there.  Oh.  Inside.

I shifted my grip on the vibrator, keeping it against Gina’s clit, and slowly slid a finger into her pussy.  Then a second.  I rotated my hand so I could crook my fingers instead of just sliding them in and out.  Gina started gasping.  It felt strange, feeling the vibrations through her.  Apparently it wasn’t strange to Gina.  She moaned and trembled.  I held the vibrator steady and watched as her breathing speeded up and her moans deepened.  After a few moments, she went stiff with a cry before again collapsing back onto the bed.

I turned off the vibrator and set it aside.  Then I moved up until I was lying next to Gina.

“Wow, Jess,” she said.  “Are you sure you’ve never been with a girl before?”

“I’m sure,” I said, chuckling at the compliment.

“You should have said something earlier.”

I shrugged.

“I’m not interested in most girls,” I said.

Gina broke into a broad smile before hugging me.  The hug turned into a passionate kiss.

We continued kissing for quite a while, first grinding our pussies against each other and then fingering each other.  When we both started to breathe heavily, Gina suggested we sixty-nine.  As we licked and caressed each other, we both began to moan louder with pleasure.  She climaxed all over my face moments before I came all over hers.  I thought she would be tired after that, but she wasn’t.  We spent a little time making out again before she grabbed Rocky and we took turns using it on each other.  My orgasm wiped me out, but Gina’s only appeared to take the edge off her need.

“I’ll be back,” I said.  I headed to the bathroom, where I washed my hands and stopped to think.

My god.  I’d just had sex with a woman.  And I’d enjoyed it.  I wanted more.  I’d crossed the line from just watching to doing.  My mind was awhirl and I stayed in the bathroom for some time before I realized that Gina must be wondering where I was.

I crept down the hall and peeked in the main room.  It was empty, so I returned to the bedroom.  Gina lay on her back, idling caressing her breast and inner thigh.  Rocky lay nearby.  She’d played some more after I left.  Right now, though, she looked tired.

“The party in the main room’s broken up,” I said.  “Everyone’s off in their own rooms.”

Gina glanced at the clock.  “Wow, it’s late.”

“It’s going to be hard to get up and get packed to head home,” I said, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Yeah, I’m sure I’ll want to sleep in,” Gina said.

She seemed drained, and I realized that the cocaine was probably wearing off.

“You want to catch some Zs?” I asked.

“Sure,” Gina said with a sleepy smile.  “Do you want me to…?” she asked, gesturing at her own bed. “Or can I just stay here?”

“Here’s fine.”

I pulled the sheets back and Gina stretched out on the side away from the door.  I slid in next to her and turned to her.  She’d already rolled on her side, so I spooned her, sliding one hand between her breasts.  Gina held my hand and we fell asleep, wrapped together.

*  *  *

I woke up early, before Gina, my bladder insistent.  I slipped out of bed, pulled on some sweats, and headed to the bathroom.  Walking back, I decided to see what the mess was in the main room.

It wasn’t too trashed.  Clothes, empty glasses, and bottles lay scattered everywhere, but that was it.  Some movement drew my eye to the far couch.  Cassie lay there under a blanket.  She saw me and sat up, exposing her breasts.  She quickly pulled the blanket back up to cover herself.

I walked over and sat next to her.  “How’re you doing?”

“Okay, I guess.  Hayley was still going hard with the guys and I thought I’d come out here and get some sleep.”

“Did you?”

She shook her head.  “A little,” she said, “but I had bad dreams.”

“Sorry to hear that.”

“Not your fault,” she said.  She stared ahead.

I was becoming way too familiar with her bleak look.  “So Hayley did both of them?”

“We both did,” Cassie said.  “Hayley kept making them switch.  I’d hoped it’d be better than what the girls did the other night…”

“I’m sorry,” I said.  I’m really, really sorry.

Cassie shrugged.  “It wasn’t too bad,” she said.  “John was a little rough, but Tommy knew what he was doing.”

“So you enjoyed it?” I asked, raising my eyebrows.

Cassie shrugged.  “I knew it was coming.  I made the best of it.”

“It doesn’t sound like the best was very good.”

Cassie stared at me as if I were from Mars.  “Is it ever very good?  Is it good for you?”

I recoiled at her tone. “It has been,” I said, still shocked.  “But Barry and I aren’t sleeping together.”

“Why not?”

“He doesn’t want to, and I love him enough to wait.”

Cassie snorted and returned to staring ahead.  “I’ve never had sex with someone who loved me,” she said flatly.  “And I don’t see it happening soon.”

“You never know,” I said, trying to sound encouraging.

“I know,” Cassie stated.

I didn’t know what to say, so I just looked at her.

She didn’t look back.

“I’ll get us some coffee,” I finally said.

I got angry in the kitchen.  First at myself for not protecting Cassie and then at Cassie for not standing up for herself.  Why the hell couldn’t she tell Hayley to get lost?  Cassie was a legacy!  She didn’t have to worry about getting into the sorority!

Then the anger passed and I just felt sad and crummy.  Cassie deserved better.  Maybe there was something I could do that would help.  I didn’t know what, but maybe Patricia would know.

I could also talk to Cassie myself.  Maybe that would help.  But when I returned to the main room with the coffee, she was gone.

I sat on one of the couches, thinking that maybe she’d just gone to the bathroom.  After about ten minutes, I knew that wasn’t true.  So I just continued to sit and brood, replaying the events of the past week in my mind.

I’d cheated on Barry to stop one of Hayley’s schemes.  And I’d liked it.  Of course, that might have been simply because it had been so long since… since Barry wanted to wait.  But even if Barry never found out, this week changed things.  I loved him, I truly did.  But I was going to have to think long and carefully about our relationship.  I sat and stewed, drinking my coffee.

After some time, the front door banged open.  I figured it was the maid and checked the clock.  No, the maid must have been here a while.  I heard voices and moments later Rusty and Patricia appeared at the top of the stairs.

“Jess!” Patricia said.  “How’s it going?”

“Not so great,” I said.

“What’s wrong?”

“Cassie.  Hayley got her to join in a mini-orgy with two of the Pikes, and I don’t think she liked it.  I tried to talk with her this morning, but she took off while I was making coffee.”

Patricia looked alarmed and dropped her bags.  “Where is she?”

“Probably in her room,” I said, pointing.  “That way.”

“We’ll catch up later,” Patricia said.  She and Rusty rushed down the hall.

I continued to sit and sip my coffee.  Slowly the chalet seemed to come alive.  The maid came out and started picking up the great room.  She glanced at me, but when I didn’t say anything, ignored me and concentrated on her work.  After she finished, she put breakfast out on the bar.  I fixed myself a plate, which I ate silently, still thinking.

I heard noises from both hallways as the rest of the folks began bustling about.  Regan and Rod were the first to make an appearance in the main room.  Regan was glowing.

“Good morning,” I said.

“It definitely is,” Regan said.

Behind her, Rod frowned, but turned it into a smile when he saw me looking at him.

“Sleep well?” I asked.

He nodded indifferently and headed toward the food.  Regan waited until Rod was out of earshot before leaning over.

“I slept great,” she said in low tones.  “I wasn’t sure inviting the guys was a good idea until last night.”

“So you two are back together?” I asked.

“Of course.”

“Good for you,” I replied, without conviction.  I didn’t know what else to say.

“Thanks,” Regan said, taking my comment as an endorsement.  “I’m going to get some food.”

I nodded and she headed over to the buffet.

Gina arrived a little while later, giving me a wave on her way to the food.  She sniffled a couple of times.  She must have some serious coke-nose this morning.  She came back and sat next to me, balancing the plate on her knees.

“Sleep well?” I asked.

She nodded.  “Thanks to you,” she said.

I blushed.

Gina misread my expression.  “Really, I had fun.”

“Good,” I said, with a small snort.  “I’m just surprised  I did it with a girl at all.”

“Oh… I guess….”

“Don’t worry,” I said.  “It doesn’t change anything between us.”

Gina let out her breath and then smiled at me.  “Well if you want to borrow Rocky again some time….”

“I’ll keep it in mind,” I said, grinning back.  Gina had just taken another bite of food, so she didn’t reply.  In the background I could hear Patricia and Rusty approaching.  I’m not ready to talk to Patricia.

“I’m going to go pack,” I said.  Gina nodded and I escaped to our room.

It didn’t take me long to throw everything in my bags after taking a quick shower.  I put Barry’s rabbit back on top in my carry-on.  I was ready to go, to get out of here, but I couldn’t.  I sat in the room until Gina returned to begin packing her own stuff.  I told her I’d get out of her way and headed down the hall.

Hayley was alone in the main room, fiddling with her carry-on bag.  I took a breath and realized I could at least set some things straight.  I eased up behind her.

“It looks like your plan failed,” I said, my voice low.

Hayley turned, smirking.  “Whatever do you mean, Jess?  I got what I wanted.”  She patted her bag for emphasis.

I glanced at it and then back at her face, questioning.

She gave a small confirming nod as her smirk grew wider.

“Well, Rod didn’t have sex with Gina,” I spat.

“Who says that was the plan?  Rod and Regan are back together. That was the plan all along.”

“I’m not a fool, Hayley.”

Hayley saw the fury in my eyes and the smirk left her face.  Instead, she considered me for a moment, her expression cold.  “No, you’re not,” she said at last.  “But you don’t know what you’re talking about, and you’re not going to say anything.”

“Maybe I will.”

“No,” Hayley said, “you won’t.  Regan won’t believe you because she doesn’t want to.  She’ll see what she wants to see, which is that Rod wanted her back.  And Gina… Gina might believe you, despite your lack of proof, but what’s she going to do?”  She paused, letting her words sink in.  “No, I don’t think Pledge Gina will do anything.”

Her smirk had returned and I desperately wanted to wipe it off.  “Well, at least I stopped you,” I said.

Her eyes narrowed.  “You didn’t stop anything,” she said indifferently.  “But you did interfere.  So I think I’m going to have a talk with Bartholomew when we get back.”

I glared at her.

“Yes,” she said with a dark grin, “I think I will.  I ought to have a good long talk with Bartholomew.”

“So talk to him.  You can’t prove anything.”  Had she seen me kiss Gina?  No.  She hadn’t.  She couldn’t have, or she would have said something.   

I sneered as best I could.  “You’ve got nothing.”

“Really?  Nothing?  Is your nose stuffy this morning, Jess?  Does Bartholomew know why you get stuffy noses sometimes?  Or what you do when you go fix your make-up with Regan?  I’ve got nothing?”

“It doesn’t matter what you tell him,” I shot back.  “He loves me.”

“Are you sure?”

I didn’t answer.  Instead I glared at her.  I was trembling, both furious and scared at the same time.  But before I could say anything, Gina and Regan entered, joking and laughing together.

“What’s up?” Gina asked when she saw Hayley and me.

“Oh, nothing,” Hayley replied.  “Jess and I were just chatting.”  

I forced a smile and nodded.

“Well, are you packed?” Regan asked.  “The car will be here in a few minutes.”

“I’ll get my bags,” I said.  With that I turned and left.

I managed to avoid any serious conversation with anyone on the drive back to the airport and the flight to Boston.  On the flight to Atlanta, Gina was once again my seatmate. We both tried to read, but I couldn’t keep my mind on the page.  I realized Gina was similarly distracted.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“Yeah, sure.”

“You seem lost in thought,” I prompted.

“I’m thinking about Paul.”

I waited, but she didn’t add anything.

“Barry’s picking me up,” I said.  “I’m a little nervous about that.”

“Why?”

“I’m a little worried about telling him about some of the things that happened.  He won’t approve.”

“Do you have to tell him?” she asked.

I paused.  Hayley didn’t spend much time around Barry.  Maybe she’d forget her threat before their paths crossed.

Yeah, right.  Hayley wouldn’t forget.

“I have to tell him,” I said at last.

“I guess…,” Gina said, and then fell silent.  She returned to her thoughts and then to her book.

I leaned against the window, thinking of what exactly to say to Barry.  I must have dozed off, because the landing jolted me awake.  Gina and I said goodbye in Atlanta.  On the flight to Knoxville, I was once again alone with my thoughts.

Judging by the way we all scattered in the terminal, a week together had been enough for my sisters.  I didn’t see Cassie when I exited the jetway, nor Patricia.

Barry stood off to one side, holding a bouquet of flowers.  His face lit up when he saw me.  When I approached, he threw his arms around me.

“Welcome home!”

“It’s good to be back.”

He pulled back just enough to give me a big kiss.

“Let’s go,” I said, glancing around for Hayley.  She was talking with a very handsome well-dressed thirty-ish guy carrying roses. 

“Sure, sweetie,” Barry replied.

We retrieved my luggage quickly and made it to the car without Hayley coming over.  I sagged into the passenger’s seat.  I could finally relax.

Almost.  I had one more thing to do.

Barry settled into the driver’s seat and put the key in the ignition.  I put my hand on his arm before he could fire up the engine.

“Listen… Barry… there are some things we need to talk about on the way home.”

“Because of something that happened in Vermont?”  He took my hand in his.

I slowly nodded.  “I had some problems with Hayley,” I began. “She said—” 

But Barry cut me off.

“I trust you, Jess.  I’m sure there’s nothing Hayley could do or say that could come between us.  I love you.”

I let out a deep breath.  I hadn’t realized I’d started to tremble, but Barry had never let go of my hand.

“I love you too, Barry.  But… but there are still some things I should tell you.”

I let out another deep breath.  “I did some things I’m not proud of in Vermont, and I hope you’ll understand.”

Barry smiled reassuringly.

“I’m sure I will, angel.  I’m sure I will.”

--fin--

Author’s Afterword:

This story arose from a discussion on Nick Scipio’s Yahoo forum about ‘the truth’ of what happened in Vermont.  I suggested Nick write that “lost chapter” from the point a view of a different character.  Nick challenged me to write it, and, in a moment of foolishness, I agreed.

For this was a significant challenge.  Thirteen of the fourteen characters in Devil make at least brief appearances in Book 3 of Summer Camp.  I’ve had to be consistent with how these characters talked and behaved, even though they were now seen through the eyes of a different narrator.  Some were brief enough, like Patricia who isn’t even named in Summer Camp, to give me lots of room to work. Some were so complex, like Gina, that I knew every word would be scrutinized for consistency.

Additionally, my plot was very constrained.  I had to match events that happened before and after the trip, again to a level that would survive scrutiny.  In the end, with the generous help of Nick and his reality team, I think it all worked out.

However, the challenge was not my only interest in this story.  I wanted to examine the struggle to remain moral and ‘good’ in an amoral environment.  All too often our behavior changes to conform with our peer group; something heavily documented by psychologists and in literature elsewhere (ex: Lord of the Flies).  How would someone who is fairly normal like Jessica handle being in a microcosm controlled by someone like Hayley?  How would she ‘deal with the devil’?  The answer to that question is the story that you’ve just read.

I know that not all the loose ends have been wrapped up.  I can only say that they weren’t part of the trip.  Someday, Paul or Jessica may tell us what happened after Jess and Patricia and Hayley returned to campus, but then again, they may not.  In the immortal words of Nick Scipio: “You’ll have to read to find out.”

be287m
May 2006

© 2006 by be287m.  Summer Camp characters and universe © 2006 by Nick Scipio.  All rights reserved.