Jeff leaned over and slid open the bottom drawer of his nightstand, pulled out a card folder.

"He's working this time of night? Shit." Cherri's fingers stopped moving.

"Hang on. Chrissy's gonna be out when she's showered. He's passing time is all."

"Huh." Cherri sounded dubious. Then she said, "What the-"

Jeff Simmons held the folder flat on his belly, pulling out sheets and studying them. As we watched his cock twitched then rose. The sight fascinated me, the way blood filled his organ, the way his cock moved as though of its own accord, filling, stiffening, rising to lie upright along his belly, the engorged purple head extending above his navel. He reached down and started to stroke himself.

"That's better," Cherri muttered, and her hand began to work inside her panties once more. I slipped my own fingers inside mine, fascinated, aroused, the illicit nature of what we were doing only adding to my excitement.

"I want to make this last," Cherri said.

"Uh-huh," I said, a raggedness to my voice, knowing I was unlikely to last long myself. I lifted the hand that rested on Cherri's hip and cupped her breast.

"Mm, I like that," she said.

I massaged the roundness beneath my palm, wanting to burrow inside and touch her skin. Then one of the pages fell from Jeff's fingers and I gasped. "Cherriathose are Jack's pictures!"

"What?" She had been drifting into a world of her own arousal, jerked back, her hand slipping from her panties, the now familiar scent of her pussy following.

"He's... he's jacking off to Jack's photographs!"

"Ah shit."

We fell silent, observing as Jeff Simmons continued to rub himself, his fist sliding up and down along his cock. He was stroking slowly, in no hurry to come. Over to one side the bathroom light went out. Below us Jeff Simmons glanced to the bedroom doorway, gathered up the photographs and slipped the folder back in his nightstand drawer. When Chrissy Simmons entered the room naked he lay with hands behind his head, cock proudly erect along his belly.

Chrissy grinned and crawled across the bed, her body glistening in the lamplight where she had moisturized. She kissed her husband's chest then moved down, taking his stiff cock into her mouth. Jeff smiled, lifting his hips in appreciation and reaching for her small breasts.

"This is wrong," I said.

"You what?" Cherri had started touching herself again.

"I can't watch this. I'm going back."

"Aw Dan..."

I pulled my pants up and worked myself back off the branch to the rock. "I'll see you later."

"Dani!"

I walked away. At the edge of the rock I stopped and turned, half expecting Cherri to be staring at me, but she'd turned back to the window. From the way her shoulders shook she was working herself hard. From where I stood I no longer saw the bed, only the far wall where strange dancing shadows gave testament to the act being carried out in the bedroom.

I jumped down and walked back to the cabin, my mind in turmoil, not sure exactly how I felt. Then: How dare they keep Jack's pictures. They said, I had assumed, they would be destroyed, not used as some pornographic material for Jeff Simmons's secret pleasure. From the way he hid the pictures it appeared Chrissy also believed them destroyed.

I slammed the cabin door and pulled my clothes off, disgusted with myself because I remained aroused, the dampness still between my legs. I couldn't leave the pictures where they were. I'd have to find some way of getting inside and stealing them. No, not stealing, liberating. They were the ones who'd stolen them.

When Cherri finally came in I pretended to be asleep. Even after she called my name twice I stayed where I was, feigning sleep.

Chapter 22.

After a couple of sleepless nights tossing in my narrow bed I finally worked up the courage to return to the Simmons's house. No way around it, I had to get inside and rescue Jack's photographs. I wasn't worried if Jeff Simmons wanted to jack off over Sara's pictures, but I did worry their discovery would have repercussions for Jack.

Thursday afternoon, two weeks before camp ended, I ushered my students from the classroom, locked up and wandered out through the trees trying to appear casual. I'd deliberately said nothing to Cherri about what I'd planned, even though she knew about the pictures. If something went wrong I didn't want anything to come back on Cherri.

I figured sometime between four and five would be a good time to get inside. Jeff was usually with the campers until at least six, Chrissy in the office block or also out with the kids. The house would be empty. Three minutes and I'd be upstairs, take the photographs and away free and clear. Except like pretty much everything else that summer nothing went to plan.

I realized I had problems when I came from the trees and worked my way down past the tree Cherri and I sat in. In daylight I saw our feet had made a faint path through the underbrush. As I slipped down the slope to the narrow area behind the kitchen I glanced back more than once, relieved to see our coming and goings hidden from this angle.

Everything was different in daylight. Cord wood was piled high under the eaves at the rear of the house waiting for winter. The narrow walkway was covered in pine needles and leaves and I walked gently, even so ever footstep crunched until I tried shuffling one foot at a time. A single half glazed door led outside and I tried the handle, eased the door open. I stopped, listening, expecting silence but needing to be careful. My Nikon swung between my breasts and I wrapped a hand around the dented body in case it knocked against the doorframe. Nothing. I stepped inside and pushed the door slowly shut, looked around to familiarize myself with the layout. From our tree viewing platform we hadn't seen much of the kitchen, concentrating instead on what went on in the bedroom. It was a nice kitchen, surprising me as I had somehow expected neither Jeff or Chrissy to be into cooking, but gleaming pans hung on hooks, chopping boards stacked on work surfaces and, the real giveaway, a collection of top quality Sabatier knives in a wooden block.

Two doors led out apart from the one I had entered through. One to the side probably gave onto a utility, the other showed a wide hallway and a part of the bottom of the staircase.

I eased open the half glass paneled door into the hallway, stopping as I heard voices and laughter. Someone watching TV? Or had it been left on? I couldn't go upstairs without checking.

To my left a wide opening showed part of the living room and I moved that way, moving as slow as I could, ready at any moment to turn and run. How the hell I'd explain myself if I got caught I had no idea, planning on running and worrying about that later.

The voices grew clearer. The living room opened up as I got closer. Big picture windows looked down the slope to the lake, a killer view summer or winter. I saw the TV set to one side of a big hearth, turned off. I stopped, my heart hammering, and listened.

Three people, at least, and then a fourth spoke. They made no effort to keep their voices down, and why should they? Now I knew the sound wasn't coming from the TV I recognized Jeff and Chrissy, frowned as another female voice said, "Turn around Jeff. I wanna see him fuck you next."

The voice belonged to Sara.

I found myself inching along the hallway, hardly realizing I was moving. The end of a heavy leather sofa came into view and I stopped as an arm reached out and laid across the cushion. A woman's arm, naked to the elbow, then the owner of the arm shifted and their shoulder and upper chest came into view. Naked. Sara stared at something out of my view, leaning back into the corner of the sofa, her naked body glistening with sweat in the light flooding through the picture windows. She pushed her short hair behind her ears, her hair sweat damp and smooth over her skull.

"Okay. But I want to fuck you in the ass after." Jeff's voice.

"Deal," Sara said.

Jeff laughed. "Really?"

"Sure. She loves a cock in her ass." Greg's voice. "How about you?"

"Sure." Two voices in unison, Jeff and Chrissy, followed by a laugh.

"You ready?" Greg said.

"Do me." Jeff said.

What the hell had I walked in on? I remembered Greg's sense of entitlement, the way he acted as though nothing he did had any consequence, and now I knew why.

I wanted to turn and leave but instead I started moving forward, more of the living room coming into view presenting a lascivious tableau laid out like some erotic version of Breughel.

Jeff Simmons was on his knees leaning forward onto the cushions of the sofa. Greg knelt behind him while Chrissy squirted clear liquid from a small bottle over his rigid cock. Sara slid across the sofa and said, "I wanna watch."

Chrissy smiled at her, leaned over and the two women kissed, Chrissy smearing lube over Sara's mobile breasts.

"Lick me," Sara said when the kiss broke. "Lick my cunt while Jeff gets his ass stretched."

Chrissy nodded, her eyes bright and face flushed, the air close and hot inside the house, all of them beaded with sweat. The aroma of their lovemaking filled the air.

So far no one had looked in my direction, each concentrating on the flesh arrayed before them. I lifted the Nikon and cupped my hand over the top as I wound a new frame through, lifted the shutter with the lever beside the lens. I had one chance, hoped I knew how to make the most of it. No time for a light reading, no time for anything. I raised the camera, the viewfinder useless now with the mirror raised, but at least the exposure would be almost silent. Even so I wrapped the Nikon inside one side of my fishing vest, wrapped my palms around the body. The living room was flooded with light. I set F11 and 1/125th of a second, peered above the useless viewfinder and at the perfect moment pressed the shutter.

The camera made a soft snicking sound muffled by my hands and the vest.

None of the four in the living room showed any indication they'd heard, not surprising considering the amount of noise they made, the distractions they had.

I took a step back. Another. Could I get upstairs and retrieve Jack's folder while they were busy? I hesitated at the kitchen door, the staircase only feet away.

A noise came and I felt behind, turned the handle on the kitchen door and stepped back just as Chrissy walked naked into the hallway.

She walked past me without glancing aside, started up the stairs. A moment later Sara came out and stood with her hand on the bannister.

"Come back, Chrissy. I wanna watch Jeff getting fucked."

Chrissy's voice came from upstairs. "I've got something up here you might like even better."

Sara grinned. "Yeah? What would that be?"

"Come up and you'll find out."

Sara took the first two steps, stopped and turned back. I ducked down behind the door and when I glanced out again she was gone.

I tiptoed from the kitchen and climbed through deadfall and leaves until I put distance between myself and the house before contouring around the hill back to camp. I locked the classroom behind me and fumbled a developing tank into a changing bag, my hands shaking as I dropped the camera inside and opened the back.

Chapter 23.

With a single print resting wrapped in paper beneath my pillow the tension of what I'd done finally exhausted me and that night I slept as if dead, only as dawn brightened the room surfacing to a dream of Cherri. In my dream I experienced those same things we had done in the barn, Cherri's wonderful slim fingers inside me, mine inside Cherri, the dream so vivid I smelled Cherri's skin, tasted her sweet pepper-mint breath in my mouth. When the dream began to fade I fought back, not wanting to leave the wonderful sensations, but something drew me to the light and I sighed and rolled my head and stiffened, because half the dream, or something like it, continued.

Fingers traced circles on my stomach. My bare stomach. My top was raised to the bloom of my breasts, my skin cool as though dampened. I lay with eyes closed, trying to work out if I still dreamed or was awake. The hand on my skin must be Cherri's. Cherri had been in my dream and now, awake or not, a hand stroked my belly, and as I'd slept that hand had lifted my top to bare the blossoming under-curve of my breasts.

I rolled my head, meaning to open my eyes and discover if this was real, not yet awake enough for shock or arousal to register, although arousal remained, had pursued me from my dream and followed me hungrily into wakefulness.

Before I started to open my eyes Cherri's voice, close to my ear, whispered, "Shh, Dan, stay asleep. It's okay baby."

The hand tickling my belly slid upward, caressed the full curves beneath my breasts and I suppressed a gasp.

"Shh..." Cherri breathed again in my ear, fingers exploring beneath my top to discover my nipple, stiffening to her touch, growing ever more sensitive. Cherri's lips touched my ear, drawing the lobe between her lips, moved away to my neck and returned.

"Mmm," I breathed, not willing to wake from this dream, fearing that if I opened my eyes Cherri would stop.

"Shh baby... it's a dream... only a dream."

I smiled. No dream. No way. Too real, far too real to be a dream, but I didn't want Cherri to stop so my eyes remained closed. I lay still as Cheri's fingers explored my body, tracing beneath my breasts, tugging lightly at the tank top to expose them fully. Cherri ran a fingernail down between my breasts and along my belly, my skin shivering in response as Cherri breathed, "Shh..." once more. She circled my navel with the back of her finger, teasing below but not as far as the elastic waist of my sleep shorts. The finger returned, flicked a nipple, both now long and sensitive, tickled the upper swell of a breast and dipped into the hollow beneath my neck. Cherri smeared my mouth with the pad of her thumb and I pursed my lips, trying to kiss her thumb as it drew away.

"Naughty girl. You're asleep."

I sensed Cherri move closer, a change in the heat coming from her body, leaning over, and the tired springs of the bed creaked as she added her extra minimal weight. I was desperate to open my eyes, wanted to look at Cherri, to feast on her beauty but I continued to play along with the game until Cherri's legs straddled my waist and she leaned forward, the back of her wrists against the top of my shoulders and her breasts touched mine, skin against naked skin, the twin buds of her nipples stiff and hard against my own.

I gasped, the sensation too sudden and desperate and my eyes came open to discover Cherri's beautiful face close to mine, eyes downcast as she watched her breasts play against me, flattening my fuller mounds. Cherri glanced up and smiled, not her usual grin, something deeper.

"Cheating, Dan." She moved closer, about to kiss my lips I was sure, parting them in readiness but Cherri chuckled and changed direction, pressing her cheek against mine. I lifted my hands, placing them on Cherri's thighs, stroking upward along the outside of her legs, her skin hot beneath my palms. My fingers reached Cherri's panties and continued on to her waist. Cherri's hair brushed my face, my mouth, and I lifted up and tried to kiss Cherri's chin but she pulled away. "I need to ask you something, Dan."

"Anything. And the answer is yes."

"You don't know what the question is."

I shook my head. "Whatever the question, the answer is yes. It's always been yes."

Cherri made a noise deep inside her throat, a cross between a moan and a growl. "Is that true, Dan?"

"From the very first moment."

My hands rose from Cherri's waist, traced her back and sides, moved inward and the heel of my palm brushed the underside of her breast, then emboldened moved to cup them. Cherri made that hoarse moan again.

"You don't have to ask, Cherri. You don't have to ask me anything."

Cherri started to rock on my belly, grinding against my navel. I squeezed Cherri's breast while my other hand slipped down and ventured inside her panties, the curve of her ass beneath my fingers. Cherri pressed against me, trapping my hand between her breast and mine. Her breath fanned hot against my cheek and I turned my face toward her mouth, wanting her kiss now, desperate for her kiss but Cherri's lips remained against my cheek, turned aside as though not yet ready to take the next step despite what we'd already done, a kiss too intimate.

Cherri rolled aside, lay beside me and I turned to face her, breast to breast, belly to belly. I stared into Cherri's eyes, the lust burning within mirrored by my own. Cherri's irises were even bluer this morning, almost glowing from inside. Her hand pushed against me and a fear shot through that she wanted to push me away, but she only wanted me to roll on my back and as soon as I complied Cherri grinned.

"Are you ready for this?" Cherri asked.

I nodded.

"Really ready?"

I nodded again.

"I don't know how I've kept my hands off you this long, baby." Those hands exploring me as she spoke, stroking my breasts, lifting and moving them, pulling at my nipples now so sensitive it was almost more than I could bear, wandering wantonly along my belly to tease with the elastic line of my sleep shorts which pulled and creased tight between my legs, hiding nothing from Cherri's gaze. Cherri played her fingers along the elastic, then wriggled them inside, finding my sparse pubic hair and I pressed against the fingers, wanting them to continue, wanting them to touch me inside.

I wrapped my arms around Cherri's shoulders and pulled her against me, needing the silk of her skin against mine. I ran fingernails along her back, slid them inside her panties again and this time I pushed, easing them down beyond the glass smooth bloom of her ass and she moved, encouraging me.