"I'm so fuckin' horny I'm gonna make Brian stop on the way back and fuck me. You do what you like, Dan, but Jack's one of the good guys. You do know that, don't you?"

I had been forming that opinion. "I'm not gonna let him."

"Not tonight, or not ever? Fuck, Dan, are you on some kind of weird celibate kick?"

"Not tonight!" I said. "Maybe sometime, I don't know. But not tonight."

We had almost reached the door to the restroom.

"Your choice," Cherri said, "But I'd want to fuck you if I was Jack. You're so hot in that dress tonight." Cherri ran her hand down my side, rested it against my hip, looked into my face and the moment felt awkward but she didn't appear to notice.

The restroom came free and I let Cherri go first but she tugged me after her so we went in together, like most of the girls ahead of us had.

She tugged her panties down and sat and let loose while I turned my back and stared at the door to catch up on the latest news. Apparently Cindy sucked cock, Maggie took it in the ass, and Patti loved Mike. Good for Patti. I guess good for Cindy and Maggie too.

Cherri wriggled around me. "You're turn, sweet tits."

I pulled my own panties down and sat and let the beer go. Cherri didn't turn around but leaned on the door and stared at me, at my face, not lower down otherwise I'd have been too embarrassed to pee in front of her even though that was the way our friendship started. Our meeting seemed years ago, not four weeks since the afternoon we walked through the forest.

"It's good to see you dressed nice for a change, Dan. You ought to do it more."

"Not my thing, really."

"Could be. You're so beautiful, you know, and that dress sure shows your figure off nice." She did glance down now but I'd finished and tugged my panties up. Cherri peeked down the front of my dress at my cleavage, unashamed, blatant. She shook her head. "Such sweet tits," she sighed.

I flushed and slapped her on the arm and we went back out to find the guys and drink more beer and listen to good loud rock music.

We finally left after midnight. Walking through the alley from the barn three guys stood in our way, drinking from bottles. We slowed and waited but they made no move to part even though they stared directly at us.

Cherri took a pace and said, "Excuse us, guys, can we get through?"

The taller of the men eyed Cherri up and down, nodded. "Anything for you, sweetheart."

I glanced at Brian, expecting anger but his expression remained calm. The men made a space and Cherri went through. As she passed the tall guy reached out and grabbed her breast. Then Brian moved, so fast it seemed like telekinesis, grabbing the man and lifting him from his feet, slamming him against the brick wall. Brian got right in his face.

"You made a mistake, buddy. You going to apologize to the lady?"

The man's companions started to move. Jack stepped between them and Brian, facing the two down, his face still, arms out from his sides, waited. The men stopped, unsure, three against two but Brian and Jack giving off an air of quiet menace.

Brian lifted the man higher still. I knew he was strong, knew he was tough, but the guy must've weighed over two-hundred and Brian wasn't even breaking sweat. He got even closer to the guy's face.

"I said the lady is waiting for an apology."

"Forget it, Brian," Cherri said. She too appeared totally calm, unlike me. My heart hammered in my chest, adrenaline flooding me uselessly. Fight or flight my ass; I couldn't do either.

Brian shook his head. "I'm waiting, bub."

The man glanced at Cherri, back into Brian's eyes. Something happened to his face and the aggression drained away. He mumbled something as Brian let him down so his feet were back on the ground.

"She didn't hear you."

"Sorry lady. I guess things got out of hand. Real sorry."

Brian nodded. "Good. Better." He released his hold and patted the guys shirt. Brian turned. Jack fell into step beside him. The three men stood back against the side of the alley and let us all pass. As we walked toward the main street I kept expecting them to call out or come running, but when we turned the corner I glanced back and they were talking among themselves.

Cherri laughed and leaped on Brian's back. "My hero!" She kissed his neck and cheek, wrapping her legs tight around his waist. "I'll have to think of some way to repay you."

Brian laughed. "No need, babe."

"But I want to. I insist."

"You insist?"

Cherri kissed him again, still clinging to his side, her tiny skirt riding high. "Insist, insist, insist."

"In that case I'm far too much of a gentleman to disappoint a lady."

"You are. My knight in shining armor. Shining leather jacket any-way."

Jack took my hand as we reached the car. Cherri got in front with Brian as we slipped in back.

"Are you okay, Dani?" Jack asked.

I nodded. "Fine. You were a hero too, Jack."

He grinned. "Do I get a reward as well?"

"We'll see." I hadn't been planning on anything more than some hot petting, but the small incident in the alley had changed the atmosphere, everyone full of adrenaline, seeking some kind of release. My heart stopped hammering, but I remained wired.

Brian drove carefully out from town. Luckily the local cops seemed to go to bed early and we passed no one, and besides I'd noticed that although Brian bought us beers all night he'd been drinking Coke. Up front Cherri moved closer to Brian and I half guessed where her hand went because every now and again the car jerked over the white line before Brian pulled us back to our own side.

Cherri whispered in his ear and five minutes later we pulled off the road and bounced across a meadow. Brian killed the engine and lights and we all sat for a moment listening to the wind through the grass. Then Cherri turned and straddled Brian and kissed him. As I wondered what to do Jack pulled me against him and kissed me, his tongue coming into my mouth and his hand finding my left breast. I should've said something but didn't. We kissed for a while and I discovered I liked Jack's hand against my breast, liked it even better when he popped the top three buttons on my dress and slid his fingers inside against my bra. I wanted his fingers on my naked skin but afraid if I was too obvious he'd think I wanted something else too.

Moonlight flooded the meadow, came through the windows and lit us, showing me Cherri still astride Brian, her blouse full open and her bra loose allowing her perfect small breasts to be kissed and nipped by Brian's lips. Cherri arched back, twisting away from the steering wheel, then she lifted up and manipulated clothing and I knew her panties were gone and Brian's jeans would be round his knees. She shifted, whispered to Brian and he nodded and fumbled down to where his jeans were and handed something to Cherri. She ripped the foil pack and grinned and her hands went out of sight. Brian moaned as she rolled the rubber onto his invisible cock and then she lifted herself, eased down, wriggling as she embedded herself onto him.

I was staring, and when Cherri leaned past Brian and stared directly back I couldn't turn away and she looked into my eyes, no grin on her face now as she began to rock against him, staring at me the whole time, capturing me, color flushing her chest and neck as she moved against Brian but stared at me.

Jack finally got up the courage to reach behind and unclip my bra, and somewhere along the way more buttons came loose on my dress. When he pulled my bra away the air felt so good against my skin I offered no resistance when his lips closed around my nipple. I wrapped my hand around the back of his head and pulled him against me as his mouth sucked, a thrill running down through my body.

Cherri continued staring at me, her mouth open now, breath coming fast, Brian making grunting noises and clutching her ass, encouraging her. Cherri watched Jack suck on my tits and then glanced up at me and nodded, as though giving her permission. Stupid. Out of control, manipulated and drifting but not wanting anything to change I realized with a sudden urgency I was more turned on than I'd ever been in my life. I broke eye contact with Cherri and reached down to open Jack's pants, found his cock with my fingers and tugged the weight of him loose. I don't know if Cherri was right, if Jack was bigger than Brian or not, or even if Jack was big, but his cock seemed enormous in my hand as I started to stroke him. I had only ever touched one cock before, that of my boyfriend. Ex-boyfriend now, I guess, seeing as how I had someone else's cock in my hand and Jack was now pushing up under my dress, fumbling to find a way inside my panties.

I bit his earlobe and said, "You can take aem off, but you can't fuck me."

He didn't appear to understand.

"Take my panties off, Jack." My voice trembled.

He didn't need prompting a second time. I lifted up as he drew my panties along my thighs, undoing the last buttons on my dress myself and lay back against the seat, fully exposed to him. I glanced at Cherri to find her staring at my body, eyes glittering. She rocked fast against Brian, looking like she was ready to pop.

Jack's fingers came back to brush my bush and then slipped along my crack. I was melting, dampening my thighs and I shifted to give Jack better access, shifted so I could reach his cock more easily. My hand circled his shaft, the thick purple head of his cock slick with pre-cum and I shivered as Jack slipped two fingers inside me.

I kissed his neck and said, "Jack."

He returned the kiss, his lips soft, urgent against mine. "What, Dani."

"You can't fuck me, but I want to make you come."

He nodded against me, and I half believed he was relieved.

"Make me come too," I said against his neck.

Cherri leaned back against the dash, knees lifting each time Brian thrust into her, her breasts shaking, Brian's hands gripping Cherri and holding her up. Cherri's arms snaked around his shoulders, her head lolling back. She'd probably come already and looked on the point of coming again as Brian grunted and stiffened and emptied himself into the rubber inside Cherri.

Jack and I were close behind, both of us teased by the events of the day, half aroused since we'd started out and I rubbed Jack hard as his fingers bloomed an ache in my belly and the ache spread and washed through me. I bit his shoulder and he jerked in my hand splashing hot and sticky and slick across my arm and leg. I laughed and rubbed him harder and heard Cherri laugh too and looked up to find her leaning over, watching, her breasts spilling over the top of the bench seat, her eyes devouring my body. It was the very first time I realized I might not be the only one harboring illicit thoughts. I stared at her face as Jack's fingers, still moving inside, tipped me over again and I shuddered and slumped back watching a smile spread on Cherri's pretty mouth.

Brian and Jack returned to their own cabin and I sat with Cherri on the porch outside the photography classroom. Somewhere after two in the morning and all around us the camp lay silent, lights burning outside each cabin. Nothing moved, but from the woods animals called, screamed or trundled through leaves. The moon rose three-quarter full. Over the lake mist hovered in a layer six feet deep, lapping at the shore, curling to drift around the canteen and the cabins close to the water.

"I don't know, Cherri," I said. "They're kind of private to Jack and Sara."

"Aw, go on, Dan. You know I'm not gonna say anything."

I sighed, knowing I'd give in, wondering whether I should play the pretense out any longer. Cherri leaned against me, the scent of sex clinging to her and I guessed she could smell it on me too. She dropped her arm down between my legs so the back of her wrist brushed against my thigh and I pretended the move was unintentional, knowing it wasn't.

I got up and reached the key out of its hiding place. No light grayed the eastern horizon, the sun another two hours away from rising. I unlocked the classroom door and Cherri came in tight behind me.

Jack wasn't aware I knew where he'd hidden his prints, not that many places they could be, and I found them on the third try. No one else would ever discover them, but the lab was as familiar as my own bedroom. I pulled one of the filing cabinets forward, then eased a plank of wood away from the wall, reached inside and found the folder wrapped in a black plastic photographic paper wrapper. I laid it on the desk and switched on a small lamp.

"You can't say a word about this to anyone."

Cherri nodded. "Cross my heart," and she did, running her fingertip between her breasts, staring back into my eyes.

I pushed the folder across to her, half persuading myself that as long as I didn't open it then this was all down to Cherri, troubled to be giving away something private of Jack's, but deep down excited at Cherri's reaction. She didn't seem to share my reservations. She slipped the folder from the plastic and pulled the flap back. Inside were negative sheets and prints, ten black and white ten by eights and Cherri laid them out on the desk side by side and leaned over.

She studied each one a long time, when finished returning to earlier prints. She drew three down from the line, put the rest back.

"These are hot, Dan, aren't they?"

I nodded, swallowing. The first showed Sara kneeling, exposing her ass and pussy, her breasts swinging loose as she gazed back over her shoulder. In the second Sara lay on her side, leg raised, one hand cupping her own sex, another cupping her breast. Her nipples were stiff, her expression sultry. The third displayed her on her back, arched over a mossed rock. Her breasts were covered by one arm but her pussy lay clearly exposed between parted thighs, long fingers stretched inside her thigh as though about to enter herself.

"Did you really mean it when you said you'd photograph me, Dan?" Cherri spoke without taking her eyes from the prints.

"I meant it." My voice sounded hoarse with arousal and I tried to cough it loose.

"I didn't know what to expect, but these are... whoo, these are something else. I wanna be even hotter for you, Dan. Can I be even hotter when you do me?"

"You sure you want that?" We were talking about taking her picture... weren't we?

"Right now you could get me to do anything at all. I'm so turned on right here I think I might melt."

I laughed nervously. "Don't do that. I'd have to clean up after you."

She looked up at me. "God Dan, I need to make myself come again. D'you mind?"

"No, go ahead, I'll put these back and catch you later."

"No, dumbo," she said. "Now. Right here. I wanna do myself here in front of you." She stared openly at me, her eyes flashing a message I deliberately chose to ignore.

"In front of me...?"

Cherri nodded. "Brian made me come, but I need more than a cock tonight. I need something wild. Something... wicked. I need to do this in front of you. Will that gross you out, Dan?"

I shook my head, swallowed. "I don't think so."

"Get a camera," Cherri said. "Pretend you're taking my picture while I do myself."

"Cherri," I said.

She smiled, not her usual grin, this one slow and sexy. "I'm gonna take my panties down and I want you to take my picture when I bring myself off."

I nodded and reached for a camera, not knowing whether film was loaded or not, knowing that wasn't the point. The small lamp cast a tight pool of light, on the edge of the illumination Cherri lay back against the bench and lifted her skirt, revealing those tiny pink panties. Where the prominent mound above her pussy pushed against the cotton a large damp patch had formed. It might have been there all night, but I didn't think so.

"You got enough film?" she asked, playing along with the pretense.

"Plenty of film."

Cherri ran the back of her finger over her panties, shivering.

"I need to take aem off, Dan."

"Uh-huh."

Her face was serious as she slid a finger in under the elastic. The panties were so tiny her pubic hair curled out around the sides and top. Cherri rocked her hips, pushed her fingers further beneath.

"God Dan, I'm so horny. This isn't gonna take long at all."

I watched her fingers working beneath the cotton, watched the damp stain spread. Cherri pulled the panties to one side, her fingers sliding to enter herself. I glanced up and she was watching me.

"Make me come, Dan," she groaned and I pressed the shutter, knowing if the camera had any film that was the shot, the one I wanted to keep.

Cherri's fingers made a slick liquid sound as they worked inside herself, speeding up, her panties slipping back so her sex became obscured but the sight still hot. So, so hot. Her body started shaking, waist jerking in and out, thighs trembling and when I sat back she grunted, "No, I'm ready again, keep going," and made herself come again, and then, finally, a third time until she sank back exhausted, splayed before me, the aroma of her arousal thickening in the air, mixing with my own.

I sat on my heels trembling. I'd almost come myself just watching Cherri, still watching her. She rolled her head straight and sat up, reached across and took the camera from me.

"Your turn," she said.

"What?"