"Tidying up," I said, the best I managed to come up with. "I must've been bushed and dropped off. God, I feel awful. I'm going to grab a shower and some breakfast. I'll see you back here at nine."

"Okay."

I stopped in the door. "And Jack?"

He looked at me.

"Be careful."

He grinned. "You know I'm always careful, Dan." He gave me a hug and quick kiss and it seemed odd after yesterday he still wanted to kiss me, but of course he'd no idea what had gone on.

Cherri's bed lay empty and unmade when I returned to Eagle. I took the rolls of negatives, wound them up and slipped them into an aluminum canister which I buried deep inside the bottom of my rucksack. Only when they were safe did I go to the shower room and wash the nervous sweat off my body. I showered fast, not wanting anyone to come in and disturb me. I had been self-conscious when I first came to camp having to shower in front of others. Now I'd grown used to the idea but still preferred to shower alone. So far most of the time I'd managed to avoid Cherri coming in and finding me, not sure why the idea disturbed me so much. Particularly after what I'd seen of her.

Chapter 18.

The following Saturday was the first time Cherri and I took the guys to the barn. We both thought of the barn as ours, but of course someone else owned it, probably the Simmons, although camp sat a distance away. The barn had obviously been unused for many years, unknown to anyone at camp, and when Cherri suggested we might take the guys instead of driving into town I'd tried to suppress an initial reluctance. But the idea excited Cherri, and an excited Cherri's a force of nature impossible to resist.

As we walked together through the woods I wondered what the day would bring, because something about the barn changed me, made me lose my inhibitions, scary and liberating at the same time. I'd always been uptight about my body, about sex. This summer had changed me.

The barn didn't seem to impress Jack or Brian until they climbed the ladder and walked to the open loading bay to peer over. The upper floor built out over the water fascinated them and they stared down into ten feet of crystal clear lake. Big trout and bass stroked lazily through the depths, and we sat with our legs dangling while the sun fell hot on us. Distant figures of kids in kayaks and dinghies showed at the edge of the bay, and every now and then faint voices came to us.

Brian walked around the creaking wooden floor examining inside the barn, picked up a handful of hay and rubbed it between his palms, lifted them to his face and sniffed.

"Good hay," he said. "You could still feed stock on this."

I liked the way Brian knew all about cattle and horses and farming. I'd never known anyone who talked about anything other than what went on in cities.

We'd brought bread and cheese and fruit and after a while we ate and joked around. The afternoon sun came directly in through the upper opening, making the bales of hay warm to sit on and we lay around necking and making out in a lazy way. I'd given up on trying to stop Jack touching my boobs. In fact starting to enjoy the attention he gave them, considering the idea I'd let him go further. Hell, the kind of constant arousal I experienced around Cherri I was thinking of letting him go as far as he liked so I too might achieve some kind of satisfaction. Feeling the way I did about Cherri didn't stop me liking Jack. Cherri was a fantasy, I acknowledged, Jack reality, a dose of reality I needed real bad to take my mind of that damn girl.

Brian had lifted Cherri's t-shirt, kissing her breasts, Cherri trying to stop him but only in a half-hearted way that made the whole thing even sexier. I knew they had sex, hell I'd watched them have sex in Brian's car, they had sex at least twice a week, expected they'd have sex again today, the idea they might do it here in the barn part of the reason I was thinking of letting Jack follow Brian's example and fuck me too. Wouldn't be my first time if he did, but the first time I was a willing participant. I pushed that thought aside, back into the dark place it belonged. I didn't want to think about Greg and what he'd done to me two years before.

Cherri giggled and slapped Brian, drawing me back from my memories, and he rolled away as though upset. "Well if you're gonna be a tight ass I'm going for a swim."

He slid off the hay bale and dropped to the floor. They were higher than Jack and I, almost at the point where the bales met the sloping roof. Brian pulled his t-shirt over his head, then unbuckled his belt, undid the brass buttons on his levi's and stepped out of them. He walked to the edge of the barn in just his boxers and I found myself admiring his tight butt and narrow waist. His muscles were heavier than Jack's, the ridged lines in his belly evidence of all the sports he played. He half turned, showing us evidence of his arousal. "Anyone else coming?"

Jack took his hand off my right boob and replied, "Yeah, I'm up for a swim." He went across and joined Brian but remained clothed. They both stared down into the water.

"Deep enough?" Brian asked.

"I guess."

"Together?"

"Might kill us both."

"That's what I figured."

"Don't be stupid," I said.

Cherri laughed as Jack began to strip out of his clothes. "No, go ahead guys. Been a while since I've seen decent ass."

Brian wiggled his butt at us and Cherri broke up. I smiled, trying not to laugh. Jack looked good enough to eat as he got down to his shorts, briefer than Brian's, Jack excited too, a heavy ridge filling the front. A narrow line of dark hair ran down his stomach, widening just before disappearing into his shorts.

Jack glanced at Brian. Brian glanced back and a nod came from both. They stepped back three paces then ran together and leapt out into the air, a huge yell coming from each. They lifted their knees and bombed into the water, sinking into the depths. Cherri slid along the hay and went to the doorway. I jumped down and stood next to her. The boys were hugging the lakebed, swimming out strongly. When they surfaced they splashed water back toward us but it came nowhere near. Jack floated on his back, his white briefs almost transparent, the dark stain of his pubic hair, the shape of his thick cock, clearly visible.

"Come on in," Jack shouted. "The water's great."

The gooseflesh along his arms told a different story, but Cherri said, "Come on, Dan, let's do it."

"I haven't got a swimsuit."

Cherri laughed like I'd told the funniest joke of the year. "Neither have they. Neither have I." She stripped her t-shirt off before slipping from her skirt and kicking out of her sandals. She balanced on the edge of the platform.

The boys started clapping, both of them eating up the sight of Cherri, her slim figure almost fully revealed.

She glanced back at me. "You coming, Dan, or am I gonna have to do this on my own?"

I stared at her, the valley of her back, the nip of her waist, the flare of her hips, and nodded. "I'm coming." What the hell, I thought, stripping down to my underwear. Cherri watched me openly, but I stood back out of sight from Jack and Brian. Cherri made no pretense of not looking, and as I walked toward her she nodded and grinned.

"I made a mistake, Dan. I should've told you to keep your clothes on. They're not gonna look at me now."

I grinned back. "I bet."

Cherri grabbed my hand when I reached her and as I came into view both guys gave loud wolf-whistles and yips.

"Move back." Cherri called down and they paddled out from shore. "Ready?" she asked me.

I nodded. "Ready as I'll ever be." My nipples stiffened, telling myself it was the cool air and nothing to do with Cherri's warm hand in mine.

We ran out into space. Cherri loosed my hand and I pointed my toes, hit the water hard, surprised how far the drop was, water instantly closing over me, so cold I had to force myself not to release the air in my lungs. Momentum carried me down until my feet touched the gravel bottom. Cherri's silhouette flowed above me. She'd bombed and not sunk as deep. She kicked her legs, panties transparently revealing her plump sex. I pushed myself off the lakebed and kicked for the surface.

Cherri was laughing when I broke through.

"You're a dead man, O'Neal," she said to Brian. "This water is fucking glacial."

"Wimp." Brian swam toward Cherri and slipped his arms around her waist. "Want me to warm you up, baby?"

Cherri put her arms around him and kissed his mouth. "I want to swim." She pushed him away and stroked off. Jack trod water near me, looking unsure whether to approach or not. Something had shifted inside me. I'd always been uptight, controlled and controlling. This afternoon something had worked loose inside and my limbs became loose and relaxed, my head spinning with thoughts. I paddled toward Jack, deliberately pressing against his front, letting the bulge of his cock rest along my thigh. I kissed him on the chin and said, "You wanna swim too?"

He swallowed and nodded and I kissed him again, on his full mouth this time, and slipped my hand down inside his wet shorts and squeezed his butt before flipping away. I let my tits break surface, knowing my bra would be transparent, knowing my nipples would show dark. Cherri's hardly showed, almost the same shade as her milky pink skin. Mine were almost black, with large aureolae surrounding them. I decided I could do blatant too.

I swam out hard, enjoying the sensation of cold water sliding past, water cooling beneath me as the lakebed dropped away. Off to the west sailing dinghies tipped and cut wakes trailing white behind. As I swam further out the camp came into view, made small, neat and homely with distance, adding to my strange mood, as though I was apart from everything. My thoughts branched off in all kinds of directions, thinking things I'd never considered before, like how it might be to kiss Jack's balls, what his cock would taste like, whether he might go down on me and how that would be. For a long time I'd believed Greg's assault on me two years before had put me off men forever. Back home Pete had been patient, but he wanted to do things I hadn't been ready for. I wanted more, not knowing what, only recognizing a possible answer when I met Cherri and started to wonder whether girls turned me on rather than boys. Or only Cherri. Jack was different to Pete, different to Greg. He made me feel safe. Made me believe I lay at the center of his world and he'd never do anything to harm me or cause me harm.

I stopped swimming and trod water, waiting as the others caught up. Jack came first and hovered beside me and I smiled at him to show everything was okay. Cherri swam slowly, Brian holding back to swim beside her and they stopped forty yards from us.

"I'm not coming any further," Cherri yelled. "I think my ass just froze up."

Brian nuzzled against her and whispered something and she pushed him away, laughing.

"We're going back," Brian called. They turned and began to swim for shore.

"You want to go in, Dan?"

"I want to swim some more," I said, not yet ready to make the decision sitting there in plain view between us.

"Okay."

Jack was wonderful, always considering me, but perhaps too much? I wasn't sure. I could tell how he felt about me, how he'd do anything I asked, not do anything if I asked. I liked him. Liked him a lot. I could do a lot worse than Jack, and my thoughts surprised me, roaming ahead to me and Jack, years from now, together, married, kids and a house and all the other baggage married couples carry around without noticing. Not an unpleasant idea. Didn't fill me with longing or joy, but did bring a sense of contentment. Was that enough? If what I really wanted was unobtainable would Jack be substitute enough?

"Only for a while," I said, and brushed his cold chest with my fingers. "Then we'll go in too."

"Uh-huh." Jack hung in the water. He'd never move away from me unless I made the move first. A wave of affection filled me and I kicked across and kissed him hard, pressing my body against his, Jack instantly hard against my thigh, my own body responding savagely.

"Changed my mind," I said against his mouth. "Let's go in now."

Jack nodded.

"Race you," I said.

He laughed.

"I mean it. Don't hold back, because I swim real well." I kicked away, turning into a fast crawl. I sensed Jack come alongside me, rolling his head, breathing on one side then the other. I put my face into the water and dug deep, a good ache in my shoulders as I pulled away from him, convinced I was the better swimmer, knowing I was good, never beaten in any of the school galas. Forty yards from shore Jack was still with me. Twenty yards out he pulled ahead.

I let him take my hand and help me from the water, breathing hard, knowing my breasts would be trembling as my chest heaved. I glanced down. Jack's cock showed thick through his soaking shorts and I took a step forward and pressed to him once more, dropped my hand and traced his engorged length.

"You got something, Jack?" I asked.

He swallowed and nodded.

"Good. Let's go inside."

Chapter 19.

Inside the barn the air cloaked us darkly after the brightness of the water, still enough light filtering through the doors for me to clearly see what Cherri and Jack were doing. Their wet underclothes hung on rusty nails hammered into the beams. Cherri's small hand circled Brian's thick cock, while Brian's mouth pulled on Cherri's sweet pink nipples and I had to force myself to turn away.

I reached behind and unclipped my bra and hung it on another nail, bent and stripped my panties off. I wrung them out, hung them up, half turned to find Jack staring at me. Everything was different today, none of my usual shyness holding me back and I stood naked before him, allowing his gaze to warm my skin. I nodded down at his shorts, barely able to contain his erection, making my meaning clear. For a moment I thought Jack wasn't going to do anything, then he pulled his shorts down, leaning forward as though trying to hide the long stiffness of his cock.

I walked to him and took his hand and led him to a pile of bales. The straw stuck to my wet body as I lay on my back. Jack stood in front of me and I opened my legs and wrapped my heels around his hips and drew him toward me. His cock touched my belly and he jerked.

"Where are they?" I asked.

"In my jeans."

"Get one."

He nodded and moved away. I glanced at Cherri. She'd rolled over to kneel on a bale, back hollowed, head resting on her arms. Brian knelt behind her, his mouth buried between her thighs, Cherri's eyes open, staring directly at me. A smile formed on her lovely lips and she winked. Yesterday, I might have blushed. On this magical afternoon I winked back and touched my breasts, holding them in my own hands. Cherri's gaze dropped and she watched me fondle myself and the sensation in my breasts spread down my belly and lodged between my legs. I had seen Cherri touch herself, and now I let her watch me do the same, a hand sliding down to my fine, wet pubic hair. I lifted one leg, cupped my mound, pushed my middle finger between my labia. I stared at Cherri the whole time.

"Oh shit, Dani," Jack groaned. He came back with a foil pack, made to tear the top off.

"Not yet," I said. "I want you to get me ready first."

"Uh, sure, sure." Jack placed the wrapped condom down on a bale beside us. "What d'you want, Dani? Anything you want, sweetheart." He knelt in front of me, his hand resting above my knee. I had to take control. Left to himself Jack would be too much a gentleman to ravage me in the way I needed.

I pulled him toward me, enjoying the touch of his cock against my belly, kissed him and whispered, "I want you to do what Brian's doing to Cherri."

Jack leaned on his elbow and turned his head. Cherri'd rolled onto her back, Brian's mouth still buried between her thighs. He held his own cock in his hand, stroking himself as he bent to his task. Cherri had one arm across her mouth, biting on her hand.

"Oh baby," Jack said, as though I had offered him the most wonderful present, and for the first time I realized that some men enjoyed the act. Pete would never have considered it, even though he pestered me to go down on him.

Jack kissed my breasts, drew my sensitive nipples between his teeth, nipped them lightly and I arched against him. Wowawhere did he learn to do that? He was unbelievable.

Jack's hand stroked my breasts, stroked my neck and shoulders, drifted down to my belly, my hips, and then to where I needed to be touched. I jerked as his fingers brushed my outer lips, moaned as a finger opened and invaded my inner folds.

"Oh God, Dani, you feel so good."

I pushed on his shoulders and he took my direction, kissed his way down my belly, circled inside my navel with his tongue, moved on down, teasing, his fingers still working me. His lips ran across my pubic hair, his tongue emerged and teased my clitoris. For the first time in my life someone kissed me on that secret place. Jack nuzzled onward, his tongue slipping in above his finger, then his finger slid away and his tongue grew more insistent. I lifted my knees and rested one heel on his back, twisted his hair in my fingers and pressed his face to me. I'd never experienced anything so good in my life, Jack's tongue magic against my pussy, his thumb finding my clitoris and rubbing.

I rolled my head to one side, staring at Cherri once more. Brian had one hand lifted to her breasts, kneading and tugging. I touched my own breasts, rolled them in my palms. Cherri had her head to one side, staring at me, and I wondered how long she'd been watching. Her eyes had glazed and I wasn't sure whether she even saw Jack and I or was focused inward. Her chest heaved. Her slim, muscled belly pulled in, a tremor running through her, breath growing ragged as her hips pulsed rhythmically against Brian's mouth. She'd twisted round and managed to reach down, her own hand now circling Brian's cock. Brian in turn moved against her hand, his legs trembling and not completely from taking his weight.

Still Cherri stared at me, her eyes scanning my body. I pulled on my nipples for her, drawing them out from my heavy breasts. I cupped my hands beneath their weight and lifted, shook them so the tips circled and danced. I pumped against Jack, something warm catching in my belly and spreading. I was going to come, Jack about to make me come, Cherri already well into hers, eyes losing focus, rolling up as her body shook and a thin whining moan came from her slack mouth. She twisted again, rubbing Brian's cock frantically, turning as she came, Brian's hands cupping her ass as she shuddered against him. Her head dropped over the side of the bale and she tugged Brian and the purple head of his cock touched her cheek and Cherri turned her head and took the tip inside her mouth, rubbing hard and Brian gasped. I knew people did this thing, but had never witnessed it, never appreciated it could be done with such hunger and need, and as I shook under Jack's lips I wondered if I would do the same with him, thinking I wanted to try, wondering if Cherri was going to let Brian come with his cock still in her mouth, knowing I wasn't ready for that yet, and as the thought formed Brian jerked and his cock popped free just as he started to ejaculate. Cherri grabbed him, rubbing, trying to take him back into her mouth, clear what she wanted but Brian jerked too hard and she might have managed to catch a little of his emission but he pulled free again, splashing his seed onto her chin and neck, jerking and groaning.

I came a second time watching Cherri's gorgeous body streaked with Brian's seed. I tugged Jack's hair and pulled him up, kissed him, excited again as I tasted myself on his mouthaa sudden, uncontrolled thought searing through meais this how Cherri would taste?

"Put it on, Jack," I gasped. "I want you to fuck me."

He reached for the condom and tore it open, unrolled the sheer latex over his cock and pressed against me. I reached down, found his cock and guided him. I stared into his eyes as he entered me, discovering what pleasure lay in this act, discovering how much pleasure one person could give another. This is how sex was meant to be, not like it had been with Greg. He'd twisted my vision, embedding disgust rather than lust in my mind and I was sick and fucking tired of being afraid of such a wonderful act.

I wrapped my arms and legs around Jack's body, bit his shoulder as I tipped instantly over again. So many new discoveries this afternoon, my first experience of cunnilingus, my first witnessing of a blow job, my first multiple orgasm at the hands of another person.

I sensed movement and turned to discover Cherri back on her knees as Brian entered her from behind. Cherri had rolled around to face us, moving closer. If I reached out my hand, and Cherri did the same out fingers would touch. The idea made me groan, and I couldn't resist the attempt. I glanced at Cherri's eyes, staring into mine, and I swear she read my mind because she gave a tiny nod as I reached across the space between us. Cherri's hand came to meet mine. Too much space between us. Cherri shuffled forward on her knees, Brian moving to stay with her. I twisted the top half of my body, Jack oblivious as he pumped into me and I couldn't believe he hadn't come yet, but maybe he had and was continuing anyway.

My fingers touched Cherri's. I twisted once more and our fingers entwined as Jack gasped and pounded me. I pumped against him, all inhibitions washed away in a sea of lust and scent and sound. We stared into each other's eyes, Cherri and I, climaxing as one. A change washed through her face, whether our touch was the trigger or her time had come I don't know, but my head span and the world grayed out for a moment. An unbelievable explosion rolled from between my legs, filled my body, seemed it would fill the entire barn. Cherri's fingers twisted and gripped mine hard, and if we'd been closer still we would have kissed. Not a friendly kiss, not a peck, I wanted to kiss her with my mouth wide and my tongue against hers.