Sheila Lane - The Tutor_s Suitors

It would be pretty dumb if I was to drown now, she thought. rd never get to see Muster again, never know if he really loves me… so awful to drown when-I've been so evil… let my oversexed body lead me into one horrible experience after the other… I'll go to hell for sure… burn in hell… exactly what I deserve! If I could just live a little while longer, I might make up for my sins, do something to help people-or would I just pile more sins on top of the ones I've already committed! Maybe it would be better to quit struggling right now, let the water close over me. No one would miss me, no one but Jay Divan, 'cause he'd have to find another round-heeled sucker to knock around and use like a whore.

The water closed over her head, and there was a roaring like a thousand express trains in her ears. She struggled weakly back upward and heard shouts and splashing. A long way upstream the boys had succeeded in righting the rowboat and were heading toward her, yelling and splashing the oars wildly. She could drown six times over before they got to her, but she guessed once would be enough.

She was going down again, and she didn't think she would be able to get to the surface even once more, she wasn't sure she wanted to and…

Something grabbed her by the hair and hauled her upward. Strong arms circled her waist and pressed her close to a warm, masculine body.

"I thought you said you were all right," Rod Taylor's voice said.

Paula couldn't see him because her sopping hair was covering her face, but she could feel him. Her nearly nude body was locked against his as he held her with one arm and clung to the surfboard upon which the unconscious Billy lay with the other. The ranger had shed everything but his shorts, and his flat, hard belly was pressed to hers, his broad chest flattening her tits and his muscular legs fluttering against hers as he kicked at the water to keep them moving.

"Why did you lie to me, Miss Swan? You could have drowned, you know."

Paula pushed the hair out of her eyes and spat out lake water. "Yes, I know. Thank you for saving me."

He snorted angrily. "You both were just lucky I happened to be patrolling this area and keep the surfboard handy at the edge of the lake."

"I said thank you," Paula said stiffly.

"If you people would just take a few elementary precautions, none of this would be necessary." His face was very close to hers, and the heat from his body was sending tingling currents of warmth through her.

"We do try to be careful," she said. It looked like the sparks were going to fly between them again just as they had last year. Well, what had she expected? She knew Rod Taylor didn't like her. He considered her just another member of a group of incompetents who take advantage of the laxity of the law where church camps were concerned and endangered children's lives. But it was difficult to stay angry when she was pressed so tightly against him. If only she couldn't feel his hard belly pressing into hers, and what was worse, the enormous swelling at the base of it. Was he always that big, or was he… no, he couldn't be excited.

"I'll bet you don't even have a lifeguard this year," he said gruffly while they moved slowly through the water.

"Yes, we do, but he was on the far side of the camp when the boat overturned. Billie was swimming nearby and just accidentally got hit on the head. I guess the boys were horsing around in the boat and it just flipped over. I know it sounds awful, but it all happened so fast -"

"That's the way accidents always happen, especially fatal ones."

Paula's resentment flared. "Do you have to be so superior?"

"Look, Miss Swan, you church people get away with murder. If this was any other kind of a camp, state law would have let us close it down a long time ago. But as it is, I don't suppose anybody will do a thing about it until one of you actually gets himself killed."

"Well, let me tell you, Mr. Rod Taylor, we're not exactly a bunch of nincompoops and we do everything.we can to prevent accidents." That was almost an outright lie and Paula knew it. There wasn't one of the leaders at Mountain Grove who was properly qualified to run a place like this. He 'vas absolutely right, but she wouldn't admit it to him for anything.

"We're coming, Miss Swan, hang on!" A shout came from the boat as it approached them with a lot of splashing and yelling.

"Stay clear! Watch the board!" Rod Taylor bellowed. "Don't you kids know anything about water safety?"

"You don't need to be so abrupt with them," Paula said. "They're doing their best."

"Doing your best when you don't know what you're doing is worse than not doing anything, sometimes," Rod said. "For instance, a girl who swims out to save a drowning person when she can't swim very well herself just adds to the burden of the one who has to do the job."

Oh, he was insufferable! "I happen to be a pretty good swimmer, Mr. Forest Ranger! It was just that I was already tired from having run several hundred yards and…"

She stopped when she saw he wasn't listening but was just kind of staring down at her with a dumb look on his face.

"What is it?" He didn't answer so she looked down at herself. Somehow during the swim or the rescue, she had lost her bra. In her indignation, she had raised herself out of the water and he was staring in disbelief at the jutting globes.

"What's the matter, Ranger Taylor, am I too heavy?" she asked sweetly, rising higher so he could see the whole creamy expanse of both breasts with the nipples standing up like red tents on a mountain top.

"N-no… n-no." Suddenly the man seemed to have lost all his self-assurance.

"You said people like me were a burden."

"No, you're not. I mean… they're so big… no, that's not what I mean at all."

Something very odd was happening. The swelling Paula had noticed at the base of Rod's belly had started to grow and it grew and grew and grew. She could feel the monstrous shaft pressing against the soft mound of her quim, and without thinking she responded to it, rubbing her nylon-covered slit up and down the fantastic length of it. Then she remembered that this young man already had a very low opinion of her and she was giving him good cause to lower it still further.

She wiggled free of his clasping arm, pointing out how close they were to the beach. "I can make it the rest of the way by myself."

"Yeah," he said, taking a deep breath. "Maybe you'd better go on ahead. It might be safer for both of us."

Paula was so tired by the time she dragged herself to her cabin to go to bed that the events of the day seemed to have happened to someone else. Everything was blurred and unreal except for those few brief moments when Rod Taylor had looked entranced at her tits and she had felt the quick swelling of his glorious phallus against her.

But she couldn't permit herself to think of that She had to remember how he had acted before and after that. One magic moment couldn't make up for the harsh criticisms he had voiced about Mountain Grove and the way it was run, about her and all the other leaders. Of course, in private and to herself only, she had to admit he was right. If the Musters didn't get here soon, there wasn't going to be any retreat left to worry about.

Of course, the worst disaster of all had been Billie Skokie's near brush with death. After he had gotten the boy ashore, Rod Taylor had called a sheriff's rescue helicopter and loaded Billie into it. He told Paula to phone the boy's parents and tell them what had happened, that Billie had been sent to the nearest hospital for observation and should be picked up and taken home from there. Then, with a few choice remarks about the water safety of the camp, the ranger had stalked off up the trail to his station, leaving Paula angry and troubled.