"I'm gonna fuck you," Cherri whispered.

"Yes please." Beyond restraint, beyond doubt.

Cherri grinned and kissed my chin and I knew the moment had arrived at last, her lips closing toward mine. Which was when we heard Mandy's door open, stiff against the concrete floor like it had been all summer. We froze, listening. I reached past Cherri and picked up my watch: twenty-seven minutes after six. No kids left in the bunkhouse, only we three remaining in Eagle.

Cherri dropped one leg from my bed and slid out, tiptoed back to hers. I watched her the whole way, eating her body with my eyes. Before she got back into her own bed Cherri pulled her panties back up and slipped her t-shirt over her head. The toilet flushed. A tap ran. Bare feet sounded on the concrete outside, stopped. I glanced at Cherri, at the door, and pulled my own blanket over me.

Our door handle turned and Mandy peered in.

"I thought I heard you talking." She came all the way in. Like us she wore only a thin cotton tank top and sleep shorts. Her dark red curls stuck out wayward as hell and her face had that vaguely crumpled expression that came from sleep. She came across to my bed and sat on the edge. Cherri sat up in bed, flicked fingers through her hair.

"We were saying it's going to be strange next week when we can't see each other anymore."

"Yeah, I know." Mandy leaned closer, large breasts moving inside her top, nipples showing through fine white cotton. She twisted sideways, facing along the bed, the movement drawing her shorts tight between her legs, outlining curves and creases. Mandy's face flushed as she leaned even closer. "It's like I've only started getting to know you both, and now we're splitting up." Her English accent had eroded over the summer, but she still sounded nothing like me or Cherri.

"You got anyone waiting back home?" Cherri asked. Her blanket had fallen to her waist and she leaned into the corner where her bed met the wall. Her nipples peaked visibly, her face glowed, and I guessed I looked the same. God, the pheromones in that small room had charged into overdrive. No wonder Mandy was acting oddly.

"There was someone... but we were never serious. I stopped writing. How about you, Cherri?"

"No-one special." She spoke casually, but I caught the flicker of her eyes in my direction. Was I someone special for Cherri? Just the idea made me wetter, and I was already wet enough after what we'd done.

"Dani?" Mandy looked at me.

I shrugged. "Kind of. But this summer's been so amazing it's like that whole other world isn't real anymore."

"I know exactly what you mean."

Cherri's bed creaked as she lay back and pulled the covers up. "I guess we can probably get a couple of hours in if we try. I'm bushed. This is way too early for me. I'm a night bird, me."

Mandy laughed. "Me too, usually." She straightened up, stood. "I guess I'll let you get some sleep." She made no move to leave, stood at the side of my bed, her long, slightly plump body still. I tracked my eyes down over her breasts, along the curve of her belly to her thighs. When I glanced back up she stared back at me, a strange smile touching her lips.

I made a show of pulling my blankets up and she turned away. "See you guys at breakfast."

"Sure," Cherri said, rolling onto her side.

Mandy returned to her room, closing our door behind her. As soon as the latch caught Cherri rolled out of bed and picked up the single wooden chair from the base of her bed and angled it under the door handle. Then she turned and stripped her top off again, dropped her hands and slid her panties down so when she straightened up she was naked in front of me, unashamed.

"You still wanna do it, Dan?"

I swallowed and nodded. God, did I want to!

"Me too." A tiny shiver ran along Cheri's body and she took two short paces to the side of my bed.

I sat up, reached and ran my hand inside her leg from knee to thigh, stopped short of her pussy.

"Move over," Cherri said.

I wriggled across so my back rested against the wall, twisted awkwardly and pulled my top over my head, my thick black hair drawn up to cover my face. I shook it aside to watch Cherri slip in beside me, not bothering with the covers. She came to me immediately, her arms slipping around me, her hot tiny body once more against mine.

"I think Mandy was up for joining in then." Cherri suppressed a giggle. "I thought I was gonna get my first threesome. How about that, Dan, not only my first girl, but two of 'em"

"Yeah," I said, attempting to ignore the tweak of jealousy that flared.

"But not right now," she said, maybe hearing something in my voice. "Right now there's only one girl I wanna fuck. If she hasn't changed her mind."

I pushed against Cherri's shoulder, pushing her half onto her back, leaned over her. "Not changed my mind."

Cherri grinned a Cherri grin and I leaned closer so my hair cascaded around her face, kept coming, not willing to compromise any more. I found her mouth with mine, angled my head slightly and kissed her. Yes, we'd kissed before, but those had mostly been friend kisses. This something different. Cherri's lips pressed soft against mine. I parted my lips, exploring with my tongue and found her mouth open to my searching, her own tongue coming back, her mouth opening wider. It was so, so different to kissing Jack, so different to any kiss I'd ever experienced before and I instantly knew this was what I had been born to do, to kiss Cherri this way. To kiss her and more.

I grabbed Cherri's waist and spun her round so now I was the one on top, a naked Cherri under me. I still wore panties and wanted to take them off but wasn't as sure of myself as Cherri so made no move. Instead I held her face in my palms and leaned down and kissed her deeply.

"You don't have to do this, Dan," Cherri said, staring into my eyes as I came up for air.

I laughed, trying to keep my voice low, shook my head. "Wrong. I do have to do this. I have to do this so bad."

Her mouth lifted on one side. "You do?"

"Oh God yeah..."

She lifted her head, trying to kiss me and I pulled back, not because I didn't want to but because I wanted to tease. She came again, her stomach hardening between my thighs as she lifted up and I allowed her to touch my lips with hers. I'd waited for this all summer, and now we had finally arrived here I intended to give myself to her completely. Any guilt, any shame could wait, maybe forever, because this felt right... this felt perfect.

"You really want to do this, Dan?" Cherri asked again.

I nodded and kissed her back, kissed her hard and her mouth opened to my darting tongue. "I want to," I said into her mouth, my words caught on her breath.

Cherri's hands found my breasts, fondling them, lifting their weight.

"I wish I had tits like yours. You're so beautiful."

I shook my head. "Too big. You've got beautiful tits."

"No, you have."

"Noayou have."

We laughed and Mandy had to hear us, probably knowing exactly what we were doing but I didn't care and I don't think Cherri did either. She lifted off the bed and closed her mouth over a nipple, sucking hard, tongue circling the crimped nub, teeth nipping at the very peak and I arched my back, offering her permission to do anything she wanted.

She transferred her mouth to the other breast, continued to stroke the first. Then she slid both hands down to my hips and tucked her fingers inside the elastic of my panties.

"These have gotta come off."

I nodded. "Gotta."

She tugged.

I lifted myself from her and she pulled my panties down, revealing my sex to her eyes and I watched her staring at me, all shyness, all reservation gone. I angled myself one way then the other until I was naked and Cherri gripped my ass in her hands and pulled at me, trying to draw me along her body.

"No!" I gasped, becoming aware of what she wanted.

"Yes."

"Oh God, Cherri, you don't really want to do that, do you?"

"I have to taste you."

"Oh God."

"Please."

"Oh Jesus."

She couldn't pull me to her mouth on her own, not if I didn't want her to, but I slid along her belly, my thighs brushing her breasts, one of Cherri's nipples trailing along the slit of my pussy which left a wet trail against her. I leaned forward and grabbed the bed rail and kept coming, staring down, wanting to discover what Cherri would do, angling my neck more as I came higher still, Cherri's hands insistent on my ass. She wriggled down the bed and I lifted my right knee and placed it beside her ear, my left leg trapped under her arm but she could reach me now, my pussy inches from her mouth.

"You smell wonderful," she whispered.

I reached back to find her sex with my fingers, reaching further, finding soft pubic hair and then wet heat between her legs. As my fingers parted her she lifted up and planted a tiny kiss directly onto my clitoris and I almost fainted away.

"Oh Dan, I want to taste you so fucking much baby."

"Please."

Her lips returned, tongue flicking against my belly, against my thigh, fingers moving down from my ass to brush in my pubic hair, her thumb rolling over my clitoris. I reached behind me and found Cherri's, smaller but equally as engorged, and from the way she twitched equally as sensitive. Her mouth covered my pussy entirely, like it had covered my lips. Her tongue came out and slid along my slit, slid back, pressing, parting, and then she opened me and her tongue explored more deeply.

"Oh," I said, once, astounded, shocked and aroused, arousal winning. Cherri's thumb pressed against my clitoris, bringing me to the tipping point, hardly touched, but oh what touches. I tried to pull away.

"Mm," Cherri mumbled.

"I'm gonna come," I gasped. "Wait."

"Mm-mm," Cherri held me hard against her, wrapping her fingers around my waist, preventing my escape.

"Oh Cherri, stop, I'm gonna come so hard!"

"Mm."

I couldn't wait. My belly tingled, my pussy flamed, Cherri's cheeks grew slick, wet with my juices and her own saliva and I ground against her face as the tide rushed through me, exploding along my spine. I twitched and shook against her, my feeble attempts at pleasuring Cherri forgotten as the most powerful climax I'd ever experienced roared through me. I cried out, my voice loud. Cherri pulled me down, her tongue reaching deep inside, her hands fire against my skin, her hair against my belly, her legs lifted to tangle against my feet and the world swam away and she sensed when I peaked, releasing the pressure, allowing me to roll away and collapse on my side gasping.

Cherri turned to face me as I slid down the bed, wriggled to bring her face level with mine, came in and kissed me and I tasted my pussy on her mouth, an odd sensation but turning me on, everything turning me on. I touched her breasts, her shoulders, her back.

"Your turn," I said.

"You don't need to. You can use your fingers if you want."

"Uh-uh," I shook my head.

"You sure?"

I nodded and slipped down to kiss her breast.

"Really sure?" Cherri lifted her head to watch me.

"I'm sure."

Cherri's mouth twitched up on one side. "Well, in that case." She rolled on her back and parted her legs and I laughed.

"You hussy!"

"Me? It's you wants to lick my pussy."

"You make it sound so romantic." But she was turning me on even more.

"Fuck romance, make me come."

"I'd love to." I reached down and touched myself, sensitive and ready again.

"Hey, turn round," Cherri said.

I frowned. "I want to lick you."

"Yeah, yeah, I know, but turn round so I can do you again. I know you want me to."

I lifted my legs, spun around until we lay head to toe, or rather, head to pussy, squirming and wriggling until we positioned ourselves, both on our sides, both with one leg raised. Cherri's pink slit hovered inches from my face and I breathed her wonderful scent. Cherri would taste different, knowing how I tasted now, knowing Cherri would be sweeter, her scent hinting at the pleasure to come and I kissed her fine reddish pubes once before moving directly to her pussy. She tasted of nectar, of ambrosia, of everything I ever wanted and all I would ever need.

"Oh Dan, like that, baby," Cherri mumbled, then her lips found me again, slower this time, and I wondered if she wanted fast or slow because she hadn't come yet, and wondered if I was doing this thing right, all new to me, remembering how Cherri's lips and tongue had explored me, recalling what I liked and doing that back to her and I think she approved because her hips ground against my face. She lifted my long thick hair and draped it over her waist so my hair covered half her body, splayed across her breasts and belly and shoulder.

I pulsed against her mouth, Cherri's hands stroking my ass, parting me and touching my rear, no-one ever touching me on that place before, so sensitive and wicked I twitched and almost came again, Cherri sensing my readiness and pulling back.

"Make me come, Dan."

I ran fingers along her legs, over her rounded butt, explored her like she had explored me and she allowed me to touch her in places I wasn't meant to as my tongue explored inside her sweet slick walls and my lips flattened against her labia. She kissed me again, inserted two fingers inside me and used her tongue on my clitoris and I was no longer sure who did what to who, if my fingers touched myself or her, my tongue delved into her pussy or her mine, our bodies melting and becoming one, but always ourselves, doing this to each other, this wonderful thing we were making up on the spot, experimenting, testing, tasting.

Cherri's belly pulsed against me in a regular rhythm, working herself to a pitch and I allowed myself to follow, pulsing against her, controlling my release this time, waiting for her, teasing until Cherri showed herself ready in the way she stiffened, in the way her thighs closed around my ears. I touched her between her pussy and her ass and she jerked and cried out. I let my own pleasure peak, my own orgasm mixing with hers, losing myself again, becoming Cherri.

Chapter 24.

The summer wound down fast as soon as all the kids left showering hugs and tears and promises of undying friendship that would last until the start of class. A still hush fell over camp. I could have left at the same time, over half the other counselors did, but I wasn't going to leave before Cherri. She and I hung out together the last week, and when I asked her why she wasn't seeing Brian she said, "Huh, men. Who needs 'em?"

She made me wonder. After the barn neither of us came right out and said anything about what we did together in my narrow single bed every night. Everything so different, for me at least; I wasn't sure about Cherri, hoped she felt the same.

Suddenly we had less than a week, and then only days. Half the counselors had stayed on, relaxing and enjoying camp even though the evenings were colder and some mornings when we walked down to breakfastaa simple affair now of cereal, toast and fruit because the cooks had departedafrost lay across the grass. September almost over, real life about to start up again but I wasn't ready for summer to end, not ready for me and Cherri to end. My train left Bakersfield Monday afternoon. Thursday those of us remaining scoured the woods for deadfall and built a bonfire down on the shore. Late afternoon Jeff and Chrissy came down and, wonder of wonders, carried a crate of beer between them. They dumped it away from the fire, popped the caps off bottles and handed them round.