John Romero - Coed camp

He horsed around with the youngsters in his cabin until time for lights out. It seemed to him that Pete Mordant kept eyeing him strangely, but Pete Mordant looked strange anyway. His huge bug-eyes and slightly pointed head gave him the appearance of an oversize insect, or a little man out of a flying saucer. As Joe Cole had said, the kid was all wrapped up in his photography and nothing else seemed to interest him. The other kids tolerated him, but generally he was a loner.

After an eternity, his watch hands showed ten o'clock. "Okay, gang, hit the sack!" he ordered, going over to the light switch by the door. He gave them another minute or two to settle in their bunks, then pulled the switch.

The usual giggles and wisecracks floated back and forth through the darkened cabin for a few minutes, but they were tired and full-fed, and soon their chorus of heavy breathing assured Dan that he was practically on his way. To play safe, he gave them a quarter-hour more, sitting on his bed in the darkness. Then he slipped his bare feet into his moccasins and quietly left the cabin.

He hesitated on the porch of the infirmary for a moment, wondering if maybe some sick camper might be in the sick ward. But then he figured that Marsha wouldn't have made such a definite invitation if any obstacles were in the way. Noiselessly he opened the office door, entered and closed it behind him. He tapped lightly with his fingernails on the door of Marsha's bedroom, then turned the knob and entered.

She was standing by the counter in front of the refrigerator, twirling a bottle of wine in the ice bucket. She flashed him an intimate smile, still twirling the bottle. As he hesitated near the door, she said, "Come, give me a kiss, Danny boy."

He hurried over and took her in his arms. She let go the bottle and raised her lips to him, closing her eyes as their lips met in a long, passionate kiss. Her arms went up and about his neck, to caress his neck and ears. Her musky perfume came to his nostrils, adding fuel to the flames of his desire. He wanted to grab her and throw her on the bed and start fucking her right away, but he knew that wouldn't do. Marsha was cool, sophisticated, and she approached an evening as if it would last forever. It was different with Marsha, but wonderful. He liked it.

So he turned her loose and stepped back to admire her. "You're absolutely lovely, Marsha," he said honestly.

"And you're a living doll," she smiled, touching her fingertips to his lips.

She was again wearing the long, thin caftan which came almost to her ankles. And his wandering hands had told him during their embrace that she had nothing on under it.

"I like that rig," he said, indicating the roomy, comfortable robe.

"It's very serviceable," she said, giving him a sly glance, followed by a rather lascivious smile.

"Get us down two glasses, lover," she said. "I'll pull the cork."

He reached up toward a high shelf to lift down the glasses when they both heard a light tap at the door. Dan swung about to look at Marsha, and her face reflected the same surprise and disappointment that his did.

"Who's that?" he whispered.

"1 don't know," she whispered back, "You go in the bathroom until I see."

Leaving the glasses still on the shelf, Dan hurried into the bathroom. He clicked out the light and left the door ajar just the tiniest bit, but enough that he could watch the room. Marsha quickly lifted the bucket and the wine off the counter top and shoved it down behind, out of sight. Then she went to the door.

"Who is it?" she asked, her hand on the knob.

"It's me," said a man's voice, and at the same time the door was pushed open and C-C came in.

Marsha fell back, "Why Mr. Culpeper," she exclaimed in surprise, her hand going to her throat. "What can I do for you?"

C-C was dressed in a well-tailored pair of slacks and a knit shirt. with a silk scarf knotted at his throat. Very dapper, Dan thought, still surprised by the visit. Aging playboy, The distinguished-looking man turned on his most suave smile.

"With everything so tumultuous during these first several days, Marsha-I may call you Marsha, may I not?-I've not had a chance to really get acquainted with the members of my staff." He underlined the "my." "So I thought I should drop in during your free time-since you're so busy during the day-and get to know you better. In fact, my dear, I'd like to know you very well. I'm sure we could have some most delightful times together, and I would of course make it well worth your while." He laid his hand on her shoulder.

This time Marsha did not move away from his hand. She looked up at him, directly into his eyes and gave him her coolest smile. "I think that would be delightful Mr. Culpeper," she said pleasantly. "And tomorrow I'll be happy to discuss it with Mrs. Culpeper, But as you say, I've had a very busy day and I'm quite tired. I was just getting ready to go to bed. I hope you'll excuse me now."

The gray eyes of the man narrowed and the muscles along his jaw line tensed, but he kept control of himself. "Please don't trouble yourself to mention this to Mrs. Culpeper. But do think it over, my dear. You might decide it would be very much to your advantage." He glanced at his wristwatch. "It is rather late, I see, so I'd best go now. We'll be together at other times, I'm sure.

As calmly as if she were saying goodnight to a favorite visitor, Marsha walked him to the door, and left it open until he was through the office and past the outer door. She followed to lock the door behind him. Then she came back in, shaking her head, and locked her bedroom door. An amused smile was on her lips as she looked up at Dan who had come out of the bathroom. He expected her to be furious.

"That old goat!" he exclaimed angrily.

She shook her head again, and placed her hand on his arm. "That's not it, Dan," she said. "Not his age, I mean. I'll be perfectly honest with you. He's really a fine-looking man for his age, in good trim and I'm reasonably sure he's quite virile. And he could give me a lot of things I'd like to have." She looked him in the eyes. "I wouldn't mind at all going to bed with him-except he's a goddamned hypocrite! And that I can't stand. Now, does that shock you, my young lover?"

Dan thought for a moment, then answered with equal honesty. "Yes, a little. But I understand you better now, and I've learned something-that'll benefit me personally." He smiled down at her. "You're always teaching me things, Marsha. You're a wonderful teacher."

Her lips curled in a deliberately wicked smile. "You do pretty well as a student, laddie. Now, get those wine glasses down. Time's awasting."

As he brought the glasses over to the bedside table, Dan shot a quick glance toward the drapes to make sure the corner wasn't caught as it had been the other night when he looked in at his coach fucking a happy Marsha.

She put out a pair of candles on the counter and lighted them, then turned out the electric lights. Next she turned the radio down so low that the music could barely be heard. Then she poured the two wine glasses almost full of the chilled clear wine, and the candlelight glittered off the frosting that appeared on the sides of the glasses.

"Take this off me, lover," she said, standing beside the bed and raising her arms over her head.

Carefully, Dan reached down to the hem of the robe and lifted it up and over her head, revealing her gorgeous naked body in the soft light. The large coral nipples of her tits jumped out into instant hardness, even before he dropped the caftan over the chaise lounge and seized a firmly curving tit in each eager hand. Then he lowered his head and sucked a nipple into his mouth, nibbling it with his lips while she shuddered slightly and stroked his hair.

"Let me," she said softly, pushing him away and lifting his T-shirt. She had to get up on her toes to pull it over his head. Her fingers went to the snap of his shorts, then skillfully zipped them open and pulled them down. He raised one foot and then the other for her to get them off. Then, still kneeling, she took his now stiff cock in her hands and massaged it. The heat from her smooth, perfumed hands made it get even harder, and it quivered up and down in anticipation.