Blood Games

    ‘A good dream, I hope.’ Finley slid her hands slowly up her thighs and over her hips and up her belly. She cupped the undersides of her breasts. Her thumbs stroked her nipples. She spread her knees wide apart.

    Groaning, Rick writhed and looked away.

    ‘Stop teasing him,’ Cora said.

    ‘Who’s teasing?’ Finley asked. She stood up, stepped through the pile of discarded clothing, and stopped in front of Rick. He gazed at her. He was gasping for air, blinking.

    Finley took the plastic glass from his hand. She gave it to Helen. He made only a feeble attempt to hold on to the towel when she plucked it away. Before he could cover himself with his hands, she took him by the wrists.

    She drew him forward, guided him down to his knees, placed his hands on her breasts, then gripped his shoulders as she slowly squatted and impaled herself.

    My God, Abilene thought. Oh, my God.

    It seemed unreal, impossible. It seemed inevitable.

    Right here in front of us all.

    Except Vivian.

    Sank right down on it. Planted it into her. Abilene could almost feel the thick hardness inside herself, slick and thrusting.

    It was over very fast, but it wasn’t over. They started squirming together in the narrow aisle, kissing and squeezing and groping.

    I could be next, Abilene thought.

    No. No no no.

    There’s Harris. It wouldn’t be worth the guilt.

    Besides, Helen obviously intended to be next. She’d already unleashed her breasts. They were swaying wildly as she struggled to get out of her pants and underwear.

    Soon, Rick was sandwiched between Helen and Finley.

    ‘Join the fun,’ Finley gasped.

    Cora, looking dazed, got up from her swivel chair and stared down at the writhing bodies. ‘I need some fresh air,’ she said. She turned away and went out the front door.

    ‘Come on, Hickok. You’re not married yet.’

    Rick pushed into Helen. She let out a shaky whimper.

    ‘More the merrier,’ Rick gasped, and plunged deeper into Helen.

    Abilene could feel it.

    She wanted it.

    She realized she was squirming and her hand was inside her blouse, kneading her breast.

    Nobody’ll ever know but us.

    She stood above the thrashing bodies and unbuttoned her blouse and took it off and strained her arms up behind her back to release the catches of her bra and the wrongness of it all struck her with numbing force.

    Rick was a kid. A big kid and they’d lured him into their camper and given him booze and seduced him. He never knew what hit him.

    He doesn’t seem to be complaining, she told herself.

    But that didn’t make it any better.

    And even if Harris never found out, she would know. She would have to live with the guilt.

    Abilene put on her blouse and hurried down the aisle to the rear of the camper.

    Vivian was there, lying on a cushioned bench with her knees up, hands folded on her belly.

    ‘You’re missing out on the orgy,’ Abilene said, and sat down across from her. ‘You got out of there just in time.’

    ‘Avoiding temptation.’

    ‘He’s a good-looking guy.’

    ‘I noticed. Christ. Are they all at him?’

    ‘Finley and Helen. Cora went outside.’

    ‘I guess I can’t blame Helen much. I mean, she doesn’t have much luck with guys. Finley, though. Sometimes I wonder about her.’

    ‘She can get a little nuts.’

    There was a knock on the back door. Abilene got up and opened it. Cora climbed aboard.

    They sat down.

    ‘How come you didn’t join the party?’ she asked Abilene.

    ‘Not my style.’

    ‘You looked like you were getting awfully homy.’

    ‘Yeah, well. Guess it was contagious.’

    ‘I’ll say. Shit. Helen sure caught it. I thought she’d fallen in love with that Frank guy. How can you be in love and drop your pants for a stranger?’

    How, indeed? Abilene thought. I came damn close, myself.

    ‘Just lost control,’ she muttered.

    ‘If this sort of stuff’s gonna start happening, I’m not so sure we should keep on having our little adventures. Hell, maybe we oughta just go home.’

    ‘This is the first time things’ve really gotten out of hand,’ Vivian told her.

    ‘It’s once too often.’

    ‘We could’ve stopped it,’ Abilene said.

    ‘But we didn’t. That’s what worries me. We all went along with it. We let it happen. ’

    ‘I don’t think we should call it quits and go home, though,’ Abilene said. ‘Let’s just keep a tighter reign on things from now on.’

    ‘Keep Finley away from men,’ Vivian added.

    ‘Though, actually,’ Abilene said, and hesitated. From the front of the camper, she heard grunts and quiet laughter. ‘I know we really abused the kid…’

    ‘Raped him is more like it,’ Cora said.

    ‘But, honestly, I think he’s having the time of his life.’

    ‘He’ll be back first thing in the morning,’ Finley said when the others returned to the front of the camper. She seemed chipper as she stepped into her jeans. ‘I think he was disappointed you three woosed out. But tomorrow’s another day.’

    Helen, her naked body draped by the towel, was sprawled on one of the cushions, gazing at the ceiling. She looked grim. ‘We shouldn’t have done it,’ she muttered.

    ‘Oh, lighten up. It was a blast. The guy thought he’d died and gone to heaven.’

    The next morning, Rick didn’t show up.