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On the way back we decided to swim for awhile before supper, the heat was making my suit stick to me. Neck deep and unseen in the water, she put her hand down my bottoms and played with my clit while lightly pinching my nipples. I returned the favor and got a shivery little orgasm from her while her legs were wrapped around me.

I cooked burgers and made potato salad, then we went to shower.

Inside the building, she asked "Can we shower together?"

"I guess so, as long as we don't get caught," I replied.

"I can still taste you from this afternoon," she smiled.

"Me too," I grinned back, leaning to kiss her.

We stood under the warm spray, kissing and touching until I felt the need to pee and told her "I'll be right back, I gotta pee."

"Do it here, it all goes to the same place," she said.

"At home I pee in the shower, but I didn't want to gross you out," I said.

"Nothing gross about it," she grinned, "here, let me show you something."

She cupped my sex in her hand and started rubbing my clit on both sides with her fingertips, telling me " Go ahead."

"I don't know if I can, that feels too good," I said, leaning back and spreading my legs.

"Relax," she said.

I eventually peed, the feeling of having my clit rubbed while I did giving me a quick little shudder of an orgasm, the hot liquid against my clit very intense. I finished and she rinsed her hand, asking me "Nice, huh?"

"Yes!" I said, "where did you learn that?"

"I started masturbating in the bathroom and discovered it by accident one day," she smiled.

We finished our shower and got out, drying each other with tender looks and touches. Standing in front of the mirror she winked at me and said "You're not the only kinky one, you know." I laughed out loud and thought I'd put kink to the test that evening, and show her how good different things can feel.

Inside the camper we made the bed and lit a candle again, this time nude. We had nothing to hide, and I think she liked looking at me just as much as I liked looking at her. I got my beer, gave her the brandy bottle and asked "Do you feel like doing something different tonight?"

"Anything you want," she said.

"Roll over and put this pillow under your tummy," I said. When she was in position, I laid behind her and kissed her ass cheeks, massaging them with my hands and running my tongue from her slit to her rosebud, pressing my tongue as deep as I could.

"Mmmmmmm," she said, "nice!"

She opened for me, spreading her legs wide and holding her cheeks with her hands, my tongue bathing her creases.

Getting to my knees, I slid my middle finger inside her canal, working it around and in and out, pressing down against her come spot. She wriggled with it, soft moans of pleasure coming from her. As she got wetter, I put some on her asshole, working it inside with my finger. She let go of her butt and raised her arms, resting her head on them, telling me "Feels good." When I put my thumb inside she gasped and tensed up, clenching her ass cheeks together.

"Relax, it's just my thumb, it won't go very deep," I told her. She was hot and tight back there and I went slowly, keeping my middle finger deep inside her pussy. She gradually relaxed enough to make my hand movements easier, and I started rubbing my finger and thumb together, massaging the thin membrane between her rectum and vagina.

She arched her back and spread her cheeks, murmuring "Deeper." Grinning, I complied, pumping my hand as deep as it would go with slow easy strokes. She started grunting with each one and I knew she was getting close, her pussy clenching and shivering around my finger. She squeaked a couple of times and then tensed, her pussy clamped on my finger tight. A low moan escaped her lips as she shook three or four times, her pussy flooding my hand. I massaged her insides for about another minute, feeling her slowly relax, and removed my finger and thumb.

"Aaaahhhhh God! that was good!" she sighed. I patted her on the ass and said "I'll be right back."

I washed my hands and returned to the front, finding her sitting up. I popped a beer and sat facing her, asking her "Well, what do you think?"

She pushed me down and laid on top of me, her belly against my fur, nuzzling my nipples. Raising her head she said "I think I liked it."

We played for awhile, her sucking my breasts and me stroking her shoulders and back, the comfort of warm skin keeping us close. She moved a little higher so she could kiss me, and asked me "Did you know your pussy is wet?" as she wiggled her hips against me.

"Yeah, it's always that way," I smiled, thinking 'since I met you'.

"Can I?" she asked, a devilish grin on her face.

"If you want," I whispered, cupping her face and kissing her.

She kissed and licked her way down my body and I spread my legs, anxious for her tongue to give me some release. I felt her finger go inside, probing deep and thrusting as her tongue bathed my labia. Her mouth found my growing clit and she sucked and licked at it, making me gasp with pleasure when her tongue flicked it from underneath. I felt it coming quickly, my moans coming faster and faster, then she sucked it hard and hit my come spot, pressing and releasing in short little pumps. I pushed my hips up and came hard, hearing her grunt "mmph...mmph...mmph..." as she swallowed my cum. There must have been a lot of it, she was wiping her face with the back of her hand and licking her fingers when I came to a minute later. She was grinning that devilish smile and said "I did it right that time!"

"Gaaah," was all I could manage.

Later we put on our suits and snuck out to the lake, wading in until we were neck deep and taking them off. The warm water and her naked body against mine were heaven on earth, the kisses and caresses an added bonus. We ran from the water to the camper naked, giggling and squealing like children, thrilled at being so daring and not getting caught. Sleep came quickly for both of us, relaxed and happy, wet hair and all.


The next morning we were rudely awakened by someone pounding on the door and yelling "Ginny Bergstrom!, wake up Ginny!" I wrapped my robe around me and opened the door, seeing Jeremy standing there breathless.

"Come quick, Pa says you got a package you gotta sign for, the man won't wait!" he said, the words running into each other as he spoke.

"Be right there, gimme a minute," I replied, shutting the door in his face.

"Who is it?" Lauren asked sleepily.

"A package, must be the pictures," I replied as I hurriedly dressed in shorts and a shirt. I ran from the camper to the office and found a grumpy delivery man standing there with a large box in his hands, eyeing me suspiciously.

"Are you Ginny Bergstrom?" he wanted to know.

"Yes," I replied.

"You got an ID?" he asked.

"Yeah, back at my camper," I replied.

"It's her, Bill, give her the damn package!" Bud interjected from behind the counter. Bill looked at me, then at Bud, finally saying "Sign here, please," as he handed me a clipboard.

I scrawled my name and took the box, surprisingly heavy for it's size. Inside the camper Lauren was up and had the coffee going, brushing her hair. I dumped the box on the counter and said "Looks like we got some pictures back."

"Wow," she said, "double prints, you think?"

"And then some, if weight is any indication," I laughed.

We drank coffee and woke up as we looked at the photos, and I marveled at how my Dad had gone all out. Out of the 108 pictures, over half were 8 by 10's, mostly the ones of her. There were two identical sets, each separately wrapped, along with a short scribbled note from Dad which said "She's pretty!" I could tell that they'd been done by hand, each image was crystal clear with perfect color.

In some I could see the individual hairs on Lauren's body, especially the closeups, and I blushed when she pointed to one of me and giggled "I've seen that up close!"

I packed them back in their wrappers and put my set in the bunk up front, along with all the other important things I didn't want to lose. Lauren took hers to her car and locked them in the trunk, parking the car in the shade. That afternoon we sunbathed for awhile, then went inside and made love, our mouths and hands hungry for the feel and taste of the other.


It seemed as if having the pictures, solid evidence that she had indeed been with another woman, loosened Lauren's inhibitions. Each day that passed she wanted to try anything new and exciting. We talked about everything and anything, from books and music to politics, finding that for the most part our experiences and opinions matched. Our walks in the woods became a daily part of our lives, and we both gradually lost most of our tan lines and suit marks. She enjoyed me playing with her butt especially often, and I did get to suck on her toes to prove they were connected to the rest of her, even though she giggled through most of it until she came.

Our other sex, the non-experimental kind, was the most loving and tender I have ever experienced. Her fingertips and lips would get my nipples so hard they ached. I never failed to thrill at her kisses, the warmth and wetness of her mouth exploring my own. On our sides in a relaxed 69, her mouth and hands drove me crazy with desire, the orgasms multiple and explosive for both of us. As Roni had predicted, my ovaries caught fire on a regular basis.

Bud came to the camper one afternoon as we were cooking supper on the grill and told Lauren not to bother coming to the office and paying her fees each week, she hadn't used the space. She gave the tent to Jeremy and parked her car closer to the camper after that, she said if everyone knew about us anyway, what was the use of trying to pretend otherwise? I agreed.

There were two more hearings, both found in her favor, and she collected some of her things from her house under the watchful eye of the Sheriff and me. I went with her for two reasons, one because she asked me, the other because I wanted to see this jerk she'd married. He never showed, but as we drove away from the storage unit, she said "Not much to show for six years of your life, is it?"

Back at the campground she seemed bubbly and happy again, she had money in the bank, a beautiful lover, (to quote her) and her life was going in the right direction. I was not worried about the present, I was concerned about the future. Eventually I'd have to return to work, even if part-time, and she looked at the ads for nurses in the Sunday papers each week.

Our idyllic existence came crashing to an end about the middle of August when she said "I've got to go to work, I'm running out of money." It turned out that her exhusband, a loser in the bedroom, was a winner in the money part of their relationship. He'd put most of what he owned into a corporation, making her half of their jointly owned assets very small.

"You can make him sell the house and give you half," I said, thinking that might extend our togetherness for awhile.

"I signed it over to him at the last hearing, I don't want the place anyway," she replied. She tried to calm me down by telling me it was ok, she'd write, she'd visit, she'd call, and all I could do was sit there and bawl.

Later that night while she held me close, she said "Now you know why I wanted the pictures." That set me off on a new round of crying, and I walked outside in my robe with a beer and sat at the picnic table, trying desperately to make some sense of where I was. I didn't want the fuckin' pictures, I wanted her!

I went inside and begged her to reconsider, and although her eyes filled with tears the same as mine, she was determined to find work and get settled. I moped around for the next three days, touching her and making love with her as often as my body would let me. She never refused me, even encouraged me at times, but I knew in the end I'd be alone.


The morning she left she was dressed in a nice suit with heels, looking like the professional she was. She promised to call as soon as she got a place to stay, and every day after that. I must have given her my phone number at the apartment and the shop five times, my eyes constantly brimming with tears. She drove off with a little wave and a honk of the tinny horn, leaving me alone.

I spent the afternoon and evening getting very drunk, then calling my Dad to cry on his shoulder. After 20 minutes, he said "Call me when you're sober," and hung up on me. I went to the camper and got the pictures down, having every intention of burning them to ashes. As I sorted through the pile looking at her, I knew I'd have to keep them, there wasn't any way I could bring myself to destroy them. I packed them back into their safe place and cried myself to sleep.

I packed for the road the next day, getting Jeremy to help with the jacks and things, giving him a ten-dollar bill as a tip. Bud smiled at me when I went to the office to pay my bill, and told me "Things have a way of workin' out when you least expect it."

"I doubt it," I scoffed, but I knew his intentions were good and his heart was in the right place, he was trying to comfort me.


2 days later I arrived home and parked the camper, emptying it of everything I owned and cleaning it from top to bottom. I sat and cried again when I found a pair of her panties under the edge of the couch, the blue silk pair I loved so much.

I took a pill to help me sleep and woke up the next morning with a clear head, afraid of talking to my Dad but knowing I had to. I walked in and his face lit up, saying "Welcome home!" Hugs were exchanged and we went into the back to talk. I explained everything that had happened, breaking into tears when I described her leaving. He just nodded and kept feeding me coffee, smiling sympathetically at my distress. I cleaned up and went to work developing film or working the counter, figuring that the busier I was, the less time I had to think.

When he locked the door that night at six, he said "You wanna get a quick bite before you go home?" I didn't really want to go home, it was an empty shell with some shit in it from a previous life, I thought of it as a place with ugly memories. We ate Italian and my Dad dropped me off at my door about 7, and I went up the stairs.

I stripped off for my shower and was about to go to the bathroom when the phone rang.

"Hello?" I said.

"Hi!, its me!" Lauren said, "I told you I'd call."

"Oh God, it is you!" I cried, "where are you?"

"Picking up loose ends, tying the wrapper on the package as my lawyer says," she said.

"When can I see you?" I asked, "I miss you!"

"I miss you too, you don't know how much," she said softly.

"Oh Lauren, I love you!" I said, my eyes overflowing with tears.

"I love you too," she whispered.

"Oh God!" I whimpered, unable to think of anything to say.

"I've got to go now, can I call you tomorrow?" she asked.

"Yes! Yes!, please call, I'll be here! What time?" I cried.

"About 7:30, that ok?" she asked.

"Yes!" I said.

"Bye for now, Ginny, talk to you tomorrow," she said, and hung up. I sat and stared at the receiver in my hand, hanging it up after a time. She didn't lie, she called! I thought happily, maybe I will get to see her again.

Sleep was restless and filled with dreams, evil things of death and loss, along with sexual images from the past. I woke up exhausted and went to take another shower to remove the stink of fear from my skin.

The day crawled by, the seconds ticking on the clock so slowly I checked it to see if it was running. Evening finally arrived and Dad locked up, giving me a hug before we went our separate ways. I rushed home and sat by the phone, running to the kitchen for a beer and back quickly so I wouldn't miss her call. I peed with the bathroom door open and waited, anxious and tense.

7:30 came and went, as did 8 and 8:30. At 9 I gave up and went to shower, hoping that she was alright, there'd been no accident, thinking maybe she hadn't had change for the pay phone, any excuse to rationalize the fact she hadn't called. Miserable, I cried in the shower, letting the spray wash my tears away, thinking 'you've done it again you dumb bitch, you just had to say it, didn't you?'

I sprawled on the couch and drank a beer, staring at the TV with the sound off, my bare feet on the coffee table. Thinking I would give it one last try, I rummaged in my wallet and found the number she'd given me the day she left. Dialing, I held my breath as the ringing tone sounded in my ear. There was a click and a female voice said "Hello, you have reached the offices of Hoskins and Myers, Attorneys-at-law, our normal office hours are from...." I hung it up before she could continue, realizing I had no way to contact Lauren directly. I took a pill and went to bed, hugging my pillows and crying myself to sleep.


The next evening Dad invited me to supper and I accepted, thinking that dinner with someone I cared for was much easier than going home to face empty walls and a phone that wouldn't ring. We sat in a booth and I ordered steak and a salad, eating slowly without much appetite. Halfway through the meal Dad broke the silence when he told me "Ginny, you've got to be patient."

"About what?" I asked, knowing full well what he was going to say.

"This love thing, I know it's uncomfortable, but...."

"It's not uncomfortable, it hurts!" I said, wiping away the tears. I lowered my head and felt the seat next to me move, as if someone was sitting down.

I glanced to my right, and there she was! It was her, Lauren, smiling at me!

"Aahh!" I squeaked, and hugged her tight, burying my face in her neck. I felt her arms go around me and she hugged me back. Her cinnamon scent filled my nose as I hiccupped and tried to talk, wiping my eyes.

"I missed you! did you call? where have you been? are you ok?" I babbled.

"I'm fine, I couldn't call because I was on the road, and I love you too," she smiled, holding my hand. I guess I caused a scene, the waiter came over and asked if everything was ok, and my Dad said "Yes, we're alright now."

When I calmed down, Dad said "Lauren called the shop today at noon, while you were out to lunch... she was still on the highway and didn't know when she would arrive... we arranged for her to meet us here."

I glared at him and asked "Why didn't you tell me?"

Lauren said "Because I asked him not to, I wanted it to be a surprise."

"You're both mean, making me suffer those extra hours," I said.

"It was worth it, you should have seen the look on your face," Lauren giggled.

I finished my beer and Dad excused himself, leaving us alone in the booth, holding hands and staring at each other.

"I need to stay with you tonight," she said, "there's some things I have to say that are for your ears only." Happily I said "Yes!", then a chill hit my spine and I became apprehensive, what if she had traveled all this way just to say goodbye? My mood broken, I listened half-heartedly to their conversation, my stomach in knots.

Lauren drove me home and came upstairs, putting her small bag on the floor just inside the door. I pushed it shut and leaned close, gathering her in my arms, her body warm and soft. We kissed, a long hungry one, and I started to get undressed. I had my shoes off and was working on the zipper of my skirt when she said "Talk first, ok?", and led me to the couch. I sat and tried to smile, my hands in my lap. She caressed my cheek with her palm and said "I cried myself to sleep that first night I was away from you, you know that?"

I shook my head no and she continued "Well' I did, and I figured there had to be a reason, besides missing you like hell!" I nodded and she said "You told me on the phone that you loved me, and I want to know if you meant it."

"Oh yes!" I cried, hugging her.

She pushed me back a little and said "I think I fell in love with you that very first night, you remember when I got so drunk?"

"Unh-huh," I replied.

"Since then, I've felt different, alive, happy, but only when I'm with you.....when I'm alone I feel empty, sad, worthless," she said quietly.

"I feel the same way," I said, the tears coming against my will. I grabbed her and crushed her to me, holding her tight. I kissed her neck and her ears, feeling the goose bumps start on her arms.

"Two more things," she said, pushing me back again.

"What?!" I asked impatiently.

"Your Dad and I had a long talk, he wants us to move in with him, he says the house is too big for one person, AND he wants to retire and move to Florida."

"Ok," I said, "what else?"

"I work at the hospital just down the road, I start Monday....can you deal with seeing me in a white uniform?" she laughed.

"I'd rather see you naked," I replied.

The conversation over, she stood up and pulled me to her, guiding my hands to her ass and whispering "Unzip me, please." My hand found the tab and pulled, releasing the dress from her body. She stepped out of it and hugged me again, bare-breasted and warm. I kissed my way down her body to her belly, sliding my fingers into her panties and pulling them off her hips. I kissed her pussy, licking her belly, smelling her perfume and her arousal together.

She pulled my shirt over my head and sucked my nipples, murmuring soft sounds. I hopped out of my underwear as I led her to the shower and turned on the water, squeezing us both into the small space.

After, I walked her to the bedroom and watched as she flopped on her back, spreading her legs in invitation. As I got on the bed to kiss her she said "Hey, you wouldn't know where a horny girl like me could get a good butt fuckin', would you?"

I grinned and said "God, I love it when you talk dirty!"

END

Author's note: I didn't use chapters or episodes for this one because it only covers a small space of time in two women's lives, and I thought it best told as a single narrative piece. If you like it, please let me know at the e-mail above.