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The Great Blowjob
a Novelette by Varkel
Fall, 2011


*Part 4 of 5*


Claire and Greg were the first to return to the fireside, strolling hip
to hip, arms around each other.  The tall lad was grinning ear to ear.

"You look tickled," Linda observed reproachfully.

"Oh, wow!"

Lacey looked beyond them.  "Where's Jason?"

As she spoke, the body of the shorter lad flashed past, still on the 
strand, executing a long series of cartwheels.  She emitted a peal of 
laughter and leapt to her feet.

Florrie barked, "What?  What?"  Both she and Linda rose beside Lacey.

At the end of his exhibition Jason reversed himself and began to run.  
Fred applauded him and the others joined in, which prompted Jason to 
commence a second cartwheel string, now directed toward the fire.  He 
extended it too long, however.  A hand came down upon loose trash, 
slipped and dropped him on his side to the sand with a pronounced thud.

Pulling Greg with her, Claire took a step towards the fallen lad.  "My 
god, honey, are you hurt?"

He stood up, rubbing his side but grinning.  "No, and I still love you!"

Fred shook his head.  "Good thing you're a kid.  You might've broken a 
hip."

Lacey said dryly, "Good thing he fell on sand."

"I'm not a kid," Jason maintained.  "Claire said I'm a man."

"A show off," sneered Linda, "is what you actually are."

Greg commented, "He took gymnastics in high school."

Lacey grinned indulgently.  "And now something has put him in high 
spirits."

Fred said, "What did you do to him, Claire?"

"Everything she did to me," said Greg.

"Then why aren't _you_ cutting cartwheels?" teased Florrie, regarding 
Greg.

Lacey giggled.  "He can't let go of Claire long enough."

"That's true," agreed Greg, looking down at the shorter woman in his 
arms.  "Oh, wow!"

Claire smiled up at him and extended her free arm toward Jason.  "If you
do still love me, come and kiss me."

Jason hurried to obey.  The other four resumed their seats upon debris 
carefully arranged, in the case of the females, to protect their 
genitals from the sand.  They watched curiously as the standing 
threesome apparently executed a three-way kiss.  The two boys each 
squeezed a breast.  Jason was perceived to tuck his other hand between 
the woman's legs, fingers working.

"Look at him!" murmured Linda after an intake of breath.  Despite 
sitting on the ground, she crossed her legs, one knee well below the 
other.

Lacey grinned at her.  "Are you wishing you were Claire?"

"Not now," the girl said sorrowfully, "it would hurt."

Florrie, seated again beside Fred, hitched herself closer until their 
hips touched.  Her hands slipped over his thigh and grasped his manhood.
Unlike her previous attempt, she made no effort to shadow her action 
from the firelight.

He said kindly, "I'm sure you didn't get enough, but anymore will hurt 
for the next day or two."

"I know all that," she said impatiently, "from the orphanage."

"Then what are you doing?"

"Nothing.  I just like your big dick."

"You like big ones, do you?  Have you noticed Greg's?"

Claire was gently pumping both boys.  Their members were erect and fully
visible because of their positions to either side of the woman.

"His is too big.  I know I'll love this one when I get it."

He chuckled.  "You do, do you?"

"Oh, yeah."  She loosened her fingers to contemplate it.  "The skin 
slips so nice.  And it's so smooth ... and it sticks straight out when 
...  Ooo, it's getting hard!"

"It sure is!  Does the orphanage have a class on dick stroking?"

"They might as well.  When the bigger boys find a girl who'll do it, 
they tell everybody.  They even bring her the little boys."

"Just to jerk off?"

She giggled.  "Oh, no, that's just for starters."

He shook his head.  "I can guess what happens next.  If I hadn't busted
it myself, I'd never believe you landed here a cherry."

"I'm glad you did, Fred.  I wanted you to do it."

To one side of the fire the two lads had spread a tattered bedsheet.  
Claire sat crosslegged upon it, all but her brown hair concealed by boy
flesh.  Lacey and Linda had overheard the dialogue between Fred and 
Florrie, despite the crashing surf, and imperceptibly scooted closer.

Fred grinned around at the two other females.  "Tell us again how you 
happened to be cherry at 18 in an orphanage."

Lacey said scornfully, "Especially with Ferrighan as its director."

"'Ferrighan?'" repeated Linda.

The woman regarded her thoughtfully.  "I guess religious teenagers don't
care about pedophilia."

The girl blinked.  "What's that?"

"Grown-ups screwing underage kids."

"Oh.  I've heard of that.  Isn't it illegal?"

"In Christian countries.  Florrie, how did you avoid Ferrighan?"

"I didn't."

"But ...  I see."

"Well, I don't," snapped Linda.

"He made me do this," said Florrie, bending over Fred's lap and slurping
the end of his upthrust organ into her mouth.

Linda's eyes were huge.  "Good heavens!" she cried, rolling forward on a
hand and knee to peer at the conjunction.  After staring and listening 
to the continuing slurps, she glared at the woman.  "She's sucking his 
thing!"

Lacey grinned.  "I'll bet Ferrighan had a cocksucking course."

Her statement was directed at Fred, who chuckled.  "Cocksucking 101."  
He stretched his legs out straight, leaned on an elbow and with a hand 
at the back of the girl's head forced her to take him deeper.

"She'll choke!" declared Linda in horror.

But Florrie showed no discomfort.  While her head bobbed freely, her 
hand crept around to cup his testicles.

Fred said with feeling, "This one knows what she's doing!"

"Why not?" said Lacey.  "I'm sure she's had lots of practice."

Linda asked incredulously, "The orphanage director made her do that?"

"Apparently.  Florrie, how many cocks did you suck at that orphanage?"

The fellatress shrugged eloquently without missing a bob.

Lacey said dryly, "Obviously, Florrie, you were one of those you 
mentioned who would."

"Uh-huh," muttered the girl nasally then raised her head just long 
enough to declare, "I got to loving it."

Linda cried, "'Loving it?'"  Her mouth twisted in disgust.  "That's 
awful!"

Lacey chuckled.  "How would you spell that, Florrie: A W E F U L?"

By now Fred had discovered that Florrie needed no encouragement.  Her 
head was free to bob twice as fast in acknowledgment.

"Don't be so surprised," Lacey explained.  "I suspect most women like 
dicks in their mouths."

"Isn't that where men ..."

"Pee?  You might find you like that too."

"Oh, my god!  What kind of woman are you?"

Lacey smiled.  "You haven't met many honest ones, have you?  But I'll 
tell you.  I'm a woman who loves men and everything they've got."

Fred spoke up.  "And she does too, just like this little one with my 
cock down her throat.  Sweetheart, I'm coming ...  Oh god, she's 
squeezing my balls!"

With a look of fascination Linda thrust her face closer to the action.
While Fred groaned, she saw Florrie's head freeze with throat working 
and half the shaft exposed, decorated with a white streak.  In a strange
voice Linda declared, "His stuff is going in her mouth!  I can't believe
...  She's swallowing it!"

Grinning, Lacey licked her lips ostentatiously.  "Good jizz."

The girl blinked.  "What's that?"

"It's what you call his stuff.  Would you understand_ semen_ better?"

"Oh.  But how can she stand it?"

The woman smiled.  "I expect she loves it as much as I do.  You'll have
to ask her.  If she ever gives up that dick.  Oh-ho!"

The woman was looking away from the fire.  Linda rose up and turned 
around to follow her gaze.  "Wh-what ..."  Her mouth fell open.  "Two at
once?  He _can't_ be!"

Their subject was the threesome on the tattered sheet.  Greg lay on his
back with Claire stretched atop him, face down and cheek to cheek.  
Jason was crouched atop her, leaning forward, hands clutching her 
breasts.  Because of hips and legs Linda could see no one's genitals, 
but the motion of all three bodies was suggestive.  The girl sprang up 
and ran around the bedsheet to a point where she could stare between the
three sets of feet.

"Oh, my god,_ both_ of them are doing her!"

Lacey giggled.  "That's what they were whispering about.  It's called a
Greek sandwich."

"A ... a ..." Linda stuttered.

"Greek sandwich.  Claire's the meat.  She loves to do that."

"I can tell," said the girl, nodding.  The woman between the boys was 
squealing like a soprano sow while her nails raked Jason's outer thighs.

"So does Lacey," said Fred, adding more tenderly, "Let me up, honey."

Florrie raised up and turned to regard the threesome, blithely unaware 
of the white blob trembling on the point of her chin.  Her eyes took in
the scene with no evidence of surprise.

Fred stood up, strode to the threesome and sank to his knees directly 
before Claire.  He winked around at Lacey.  "I know she likes three at 
once."

He edged forward so that his half erect organ bumped Claire's forehead.
Her head rose as her squealing ceased.  She stared cross-eyed at the wet
glans that now bumped her lips.  They parted and sucked it into her 
mouth.  Nasal squealing resumed.

Linda shook her head.  "I cannot believe you people!"

Florrie rose to her knees and studied the threesome now become four.  
The two boys had developed an alternating rhythm.  Fred pumped slowly.

Florrie looked around at Lacey, the only one still sitting calmly, arms
around drawn up knees.  "How did he know she likes three?"

The woman chuckled.  "It shouldn't surprise you we like to get together
with other swingers."

"Oh."  The girls face showed a rising interest.  "How do you do that?  
Do you have parties?"

"Orgies even."  Again Lacey chuckled.  "Surely your orphanage had them 
with Ferrighan in charge."

Florrie shook her head.  "I think most girls don't like to share."

The woman's eyebrows rose.  "And Ferrighan wouldn't make them?"

"He only tried once.  One of them sneaked off and called the cops."

"Is that how he got caught?"

"No.  The cops didn't do anything to him but make him afraid.  After 
that he asked for volunteers."

"Cool!  How do you get into an orphanage?"

Fred said over his shoulder, "You forget: Ferrighan's in jail."

"Too bad," said the woman wryly.  "Aren't you having any fun, Fred?"

He answered, "I'm more worried about you three.  Florrie, do you mind 
the taste of pussy?"

"Well ..."

Lacey's voice brightened.  "Did Ferrighan let you girls play lezzies?"

Florrie shrugged.  "He couldn't stop us.  But I like the taste of dicks
better."

Fred said, "Come here and taste both."

The girl took a step but stopped.  "How?"

"Pull out Greg's cock and suck it.  Claire won't mind if you don't keep
it."

"I'd rather suck yours."

"That won't teach you anything."

"Neither would Greg's."

Linda demanded, "When did you suck Greg?"

Lacey said, "That's not what she means.  Florrie, you couldn't have been
the only girl who let Ferrighan play!"

"Three of us would."

"Then one of them must not have been saving her virginity."

"No.  It was Ms. Hartman that took dicks anywhere."

"Who was she?"

"Director of Girls.  She's still there."

"And still screwing the boys?"

"Just the new director.  His wife left him."

Lacey laughed.  "Florrie, we need to get together and write a book about
your life at Sand County Orphanage."

Fred added, "Or make a movie."

"The pedos would love that."

Linda was watching the foursome whose males moved languidly while the 
female continued to squeal.  She asked Lacey, "How long can they keep 
doing that?"

"Indefinitely now.  As for the boys, I'm sure Claire drained their balls
before they came back to the fire.  And Florrie swallowed Fred's.  He's
no teenager and his second shot can take as long as he wants.  Claire 
probably will be the one to stop it.  They'll wear her out."

Florrie resumed her seat beside the fire.  Linda retained her position,
kneeling beyond the three sets of feet, and her fascination with the 
rhythmically pistoning flesh.  When she licked her lips, Lacey chuckled.

"Linda, are you wondering what it would feel like up your own ass?"

The girl's chin rose haughtily.  "How crude!"

The woman giggled.  "No doubt, but you know, I did fuck my way through 
college."

Linda rolled her eyes.  With a sigh she rose to her feet and returned to
her seat beside the fire.

A short while later a deeper man's voice rang out above the crashing 
surf.  "Well, what do you know!  You just can't trust teenage boys to 
stay cherry."

The three females straightened up and the foursome disentangled.  Fred 
peered at the approaching twosome, now just arriving from the strand, 
Dorothy clinging to her man.  He said, "Nor teenage girls either -- at 
least not these two."

Blake grinned widely.  "I'm sure we'll all enjoy comparing notes, but 
I'll bet somebody's thirsty besides my sweetheart and me."

"You can say that again!" agreed a panting Claire.


* * *


Fred passed the water jugs around.  After taking her turn Linda 
exclaimed, "Ouch!" and slapped her thigh.

Fred nodded knowingly.  "The sea breeze has died and the mosquitoes are
gathering.  Blake, I'm glad you're back.  Where'd you put the Bugoff?"

Blake disentangled himself from the clinging Dorothy and rummaged in the
emergency chest, retrieving two gaily enameled spray cans.  He stood 
before them and said, "All of you: get on your feet.  Mosquitoes are bad
at the beach.  Without a good coating of this they'll eat you alive."

When everyone, including himself, had been sprayed, he added, "Stir 
around and let it dry on your skin.  Then lie down and let me do the 
bottoms of your feet."

"Is this really necessary?" asked Florrie.

"Oh yes!"  Lacey answered for him.  "I've already got three bites."  She
grinned around at the two lads, standing between her and Claire.  "For 
your future reference, Claire's not the only one who loves a Greek 
sandwich."

Dorothy, waving her arms to dry the spray, overheard the woman's remark.
"What kind of sandwich?"

Blake said, "It's a woman sandwiched between two men in her bottom, one
of them up her ass."  He studied the girl to see her reaction to the 
frank words.

She only nodded.  "Okay.  It's what they were doing to Claire."  To the
woman she said, "Do you and Lacey really love it?"

Claire shrugged.  "The attention of two men?  What's not to love?"

Lacey giggled.  "Only thing that beats it is three ... or more."

Dorothy took a deep breath and said introspectively, "This is like a new
world."

Fred grinned at her.  "You didn't much run around naked on the farm, did
you?"

The girl answered in the same tone, "I don't remember ever going naked 
outside the bathroom.  But that's not what I mean.  I'm learning 
something deep, something I never even imagined before."

"Six inches deep," smirked Jason.

"It's like an epiphany," she continued, ignoring him, "a very personal 
way to interpret the Sermon on the Mount."

Lacey blinked.  "The _what_?"

"You know: St. Matthew Chapters 5 through 7.  Blake, didn't you say 
there was a Bible in that chest?"

Blake said, "You mean, 'Love your enemies, turn the other cheek, let 
your light shine?'"

"And a lot more."

He grinned mockingly.  "I guess turning the other cheek could lead to a
Greek sandwich."

Jason's eyes brightened in the firelight.  "I remember one: 'Give to him
that asketh thee.'"

"Yes.  That's the spirit of the whole thing: be loving to the people 
around you and get their love in return."  She had lain down, 
coincidently beside Fred, so that Blake could spray her feet.  She 
raised her head and gently rested it upon Fred's chest.  Her brown hair
tickled briefly.  "I love you," she murmured, "all of you, everyone, and
I want your love too."

The man's arm rose over her.  His hand stroked her between the breasts 
and closed on a lumpy nipple.  "'Ask and ye shall receive.'"

"I'm asking."

Linda lay on a tattered blanket, shoulders raised on an elbow almost 
touching Greg, as the nearby couple began to fuck.  Dorothy, on the 
bottom, thrust up at each of Fred's plunges while clutching the man's 
shoulders and whimpering in quick ecstasy.

Blake, putting away the repellent spray, notice the direction of Linda's
gaze and chuckled.  "I thought I satisfied her."

"Suddenly she's insatiable," Linda said dryly.  "I don't know about this
new Sermon on the Mount.  What did you tell her down the beach?"

"We did very little talking.  Do you think there's something wrong with
her?"

Linda shook her head.  "I don't see how she stands the pain."

Blake looked baffled.  "Do you really believe that's hurting her?"

"It would _me_!"  She blinked at a new idea.  "Wasn't she a virgin?"

He studied her a moment before answering.  "Oh, she was that, all right,
but perhaps without a hymen."

Dorothy turned her face toward the conversation.  "I've realized I'm a 
bride of Christ, and I expect to find Jesus in every man."

Greg's eyes widened.  "Do you think she's serious, Linda?  That sounds 
kooky."

"Dorothy is a serious girl, and I believe she really believes what she 
said.  Something has certainly changed her.  Blake made her discover 
she's a freaking nympho."

"We all strive for that effect," said Blake smugly.

"You girls are so lucky!" declared Greg.

Linda sniffed.  "Are you complaining, Greg?  You've already had more sex
than I."

"I haven't done it with you, Linda," he responded and placed the flat 
of his hand on the girl's soft stomach.

"I told you, honey: I'm sore from my first time."

"So was Florrie but she's willing."

"I'm not Florrie, Greg.  I heard her say the other guys can do her in 
the behind."

"I'm not asking for that, Linda, but maybe sometime you'll let me try."

"Maybe, but only if we're going steady."

"I'll go steady with you, Linda.  We'll be a couple for the rest of 
college."

"I don't think I'm going back to that Christian school.  I have too many
doubts now.  I'm going to transfer."

"I'll go where you go, Linda.  We'll have a ball.  But I'd really like 
to feel myself inside of you now."

"Now!  I told you that I'm still sore from the first time."

"I won't push in and out.  I'll just fit my cock inside you then we'll 
kiss.  It's like a commitment."

"I'll get pregnant, Greg.  Dorothy and Florrie too."

"Jason told me that his father is a druggist.  He can get some morning 
after pills."

"That'll work only if we get rescued tomorrow."

"Or the next day.  It'll be all right, Linda.  How about it?  Do you 
want us to make a commitment?"

Greg fondled an ample breast and looked longingly into the pretty girl's
face.

"You promise not to hurt me too much?" she asked.

"Yes.  I'll be very careful."

Linda spread her legs slightly in invitation.  Greg immediately 
positioned his body between them.  She raised her knees and thrust her 
butt forward.  She then took hold of him and guided him to her opening.
He pushed gently and after the head entered he continued pushing until 
all seven inches disappeared and their bellies pressed together.

"That's not so bad," she said as if surprised.

For the next 20 minutes they lay coupled together, kissing.  At last 
Greg began to squirm on her, slowly moving himself deep inside her, 
enough for him to approach orgasm.

"I'm about to come!' he exclaimed.  "May I do it inside you?"

"I'm already knocked up, Greg.  Let yourself go, but promise you'll lick
on me afterwards."

"I promise!  I promise!" he cried.  Then after a single, long thrust he
pressed his body to hers and came while uttering squeaky grunts.


* * *


Over the crackling fire, which Fred had renewed, Jason heard his 
friend's orgasmic signal.  He smiled.  He had fucked Claire several 
time, once in Florrie's asshole and once with Dorothy, whom he 
preferred.  Everybody was fucking, he thought, the older guys and 
Florrie doing it every which way including pussywise.  She must have 
healed fast!  It was like living in a porno flick, but he had never seen
one as wild as what was happening here.

"I want it some more," Dorothy said, clasping his dick with her dainty 
hand.

"Christ!  You just had Fred!  Don't you ever get tired of it?"

"I want to pleasure the Christ in you."

"You've already pleasured the Jesus in all of us guys!"

"Still, it's not enough."

"I'm soft now, sweetheart.  I can't get it up again for a while."

Dorothy moved to rise from the sand.  "Then I'll find someone else."

"They're all taken, you pretty nympho.  Suck on me and I'll get hard."

"I've never done that, Jason."

"So what?  I'm Christ, your husband, and I want a blow job."

She made a face that he could not see clearly in the flickering light of
the fire.

"I'm not a complete idiot, Jason," she said.  "I find the lord in men 
only in a figurative way.  Don't take advantage of me."

"Well, I'm relieved to hear that, Dorothy.  I feared you had gone around
the bend."

"What does it taste like?"

"I can't tell you.  I've never sucked one!  But it should be flavorsome,
because it's been in three females recently, including yourself.  Give 
it try."

"I've seen Florrie and the other women do it.  Not Linda, of course."

"Well, you can be the first of our group to give a Christian blow job."

"I suppose that would please you, Jason.  But what about me?  I need 
something now."

"Get me hard then I'll that care of that itch of yours.  I love the way
you whimper."


* * *


Blake and Florrie lay on their backs, she nestled against his shoulder.
Lacey was there, but her head was between the girl's spread thighs.

"Girls do it better," Florrie said then reached down a hand to fondle 
Lacey's head.

"Of course they do," Blake said.  "They know each other's anatomy."

"That must be true of blow jobs as well.  You know how a guy wants to be
sucked."

He chuckled self-consciously.  "I've only done it a couple of times, 
Florrie, and I was drunk on both occasions."

"Speaking of sucking, look at Dorothy!"

Lacey raised her head, wiped a hand across her moist mouth then gazed 
briefly at the young college girl.  She shrugged and quickly returned 
her head to Florrie's groin.

"She's really eating him up." Blake remarked."

Florrie said, "That's Jason.  He has a smallish cock.  I was able to get
it all into my mouth without gagging."

"So Dorothy has progressed to cock sucking," Blake said.  "I'm worried 
about her.  She's going too far too fast."

"Some girls are like that," Florrie observed.  "They resist for years 
then after fucking for the first time they go wild.  That's especially 
true of girls like Dorothy.  She's super hot."

"You know that for a fact?"

"Yeah.  She comes and screams as soon as a man puts it into her."

"She's been screaming for hours.  She bit me and drew blood, when she 
came with me.  I didn't mind.  She has a snapping pussy."

"Stop talking now, Blake, and kiss me.  Lacey is getting me very, very 
close."

An hour later everyone was asleep.  Fred had built up the fire, which 
roared in the strengthening land breeze.


* * *


Jason was the first to hear the sound.  A distant growling above the 
thuds of crashing surf, it gradually grew closer until it woke him up.
Was it a wild animal?  No, it was too regular.

He raised his head and opened his eyes.  A yellow sun was just clear of
the watery horizon, throwing long shadows on the land.  He saw his 
friends, old and new, sprawled in various attitudes of sleep in a field
of trash.  The campfire had shrunk to a stream of smoke dissipated by 
the land breeze.  Obviously yesterday had not been a day of fantasy 
despite his incredible memories.  He would have dwelled upon them if the
foreign sound had not focused his attention.

He rolled up to a sitting position and looked in all directions.  The 
incoming waves were smaller than yesterday after the storm, but they 
still broke and thudded upon the strand as always.  Nothing he saw could
account for the strange buzzing ... unless ...  He looked up and saw an
aircraft, low and almost directly overhead.

His mouth fell open, but for a moment he sat motionless, realizing he 
didn't want to be rescued -- at least not yet.  Where else in the entire
world might he find females so willing and eager as these?  On the other
hand, how could he evade retribution if he let that airplane escape 
without rousing the crowd?

His hip was in contact with Claire's.  He shook her shoulder.  "Claire!
Claire, an airplane!"

She rose up, yawning hugely.  He pointed above them.  "Take a look."

Her gaze followed his finger then turned to him with a knowing grin.  
"You don't seem very excited."

"I'm not," he admitted.  "They'll save us, and I don't think I want to 
be saved."

Her grin became a laugh.  "Thank you.  I'd think I was losing my stuff 
if you did."

The aircraft had passed over them and was now out to sea in a steeply 
banked turn.  It was a high-winged light plane of a type that he'd seen
before but never noticed.

He looked close around him.  Apparently the mosquito repellent had 
worked very well; most of his friends had thrown off their protective 
scraps of bedsheet.  He said sorrowfully, "Guess we ought to wake them 
up."

"Oh, the plane will do that."  She got to her feet, careless of her 
total nudity.  "Come down to the water with me and let's get our morning
relief."

Indeed the aircraft was returning at a much lower altitude, seemingly 
just over their heads.  He scrambled to his feet and followed her to the
strand as the flying machine roared past in a whoosh of air.  He saw the
silhouette of a pilot, apparently alone in the cockpit.  It continued on
over the land, tilting into another steep bank.  Others of the stranded
group raised up and looked around blankly.  Their eyes settled upon 
Jason.  He pointed at the now distant aircraft, well into its second 
turn.  They spun around.  Dorothy got to her feet and jumped up and 
down, screaming something that he couldn't make out above the thudding 
surf and the aircraft engine.  With a shrug he hurried to catch up with
Claire, who had never hesitated.

She squatted at the edge of the foam.  With a giggle he squatted beside
her.  "I always wondered what it felt like to piss like a woman."

"Very good!  You're even peeing on your toes."

It was true.  He giggled again.  "Does that happen to women often?"

"Probably often before Sir Crapper invented the toilet."

"Was that really his name?"

"That's what they say."

"So that's where we got the word, 'crap,' eh?"  His arm went around her.
"Claire, you're the greatest!"

The aircraft roared low out to sea again and began another bank.  This 
time, however, it made a 270-degree sweep over the water and concluded 
by flying up the beach parallel to the strand.

"He's leaving," said Jason.

"Don't worry; I'm sure he'll radio in a report."

But departing he was not.  In the distance the aircraft performed a 
U-turn and returned flying down the beach at a very low altitude.  Both
woman and boy felt the disturbed breeze of its passage.

"What's he doing?" asked Jason in wonder.

"I don't know ... unless ..." She cocked her head to study the now 
departing machine.  "Our smoke tells him all about the wind ...  Ah!  
He's studying the surface.  He means to land."

The lad's eyes widened.  "You really think so?"  Suddenly he remembered
their condition.  "But we're all naked!"


* * *


"We're all naked!" declared Linda in horror.

Blake studied the aircraft as it turned around again and began to return
along the strand, its engine much quieter.  "And it's landing."

"Oh, my god!" cried Florrie.  She exchanged round-eyed stares with the 
other two girls then darted to her sleeping bag while they searched 
beside the remains of the sofa that had protected them upon arrival.  
Shortly all three girls had donned brassieres and panties.  Now they 
turned eagerly to watch the airplane settle upon the harder sand above 
the breaking waves.

Fred said in wonder, "What makes him think he can take back off?"

"He can if he doesn't stay too long," said Blake.  "The tide is going 
out ... Oh, shit!"

"What's the matter?"

"We've got to get our stories straight -- _now_!"

The airplane, a two-place Cessna with tricycle landing gear, having 
already touched down, coasted past them on the strand while splashing 
through the puddles.  Behind it Claire and Jason ran to join them.

Blake's eyes swept across the other three adults.  He raised his voice.
"Our story is simple.  We're nudists who were taking the sun in the 
Carter's backyard, since your house was the one smacked.  Good thing it
has a tall hedge!  As for you kids, I don't know what you can say."

Dorothy retorted promptly, "We can speak the truth, what else?"

Greg said, "We were taking a shower."

"The A/C was out," said Linda.  "We were trying to stay cool."

The man's eyes twinkled.  "Who wouldn't believe any of that?"

Dorothy shrugged.  "It's the truth."

He winked at the two boys.  "Part of it, at least."

Jason giggled but Greg blushed.

"What does he mean?" asked Dorothy in wonder.

No one answered her.

The land breeze was feeble enough hardly to have interfered as the 
aircraft landed.  It came to a full stop about 50 yards up the beach 
from their campfire, left wing toward them.  A door swung open and a 
tall figure dropped out to the strand, seen immediately to be a slim man
in sunglasses, a leather jacket and riding boots.  He broke into a run 
toward them.

"Oh, my god!" breathed Linda.

Dorothy piped, "That's the dean's son, Lesley Sylvester."

Greg straightened up.  "It's _who_?"

The man came pounding up, whipping off his sunglasses.  "Linda, can that
really be you?"

"Oh, yes, Lesley!"

He literally snatched her into his arms and pressed their faces together
cheek to cheek.  "You're alive!  I can't believe it: you're really 
alive!  Praise the Lord!"  A hand behind her head turned her lips to his
for a kiss that lasted on and on.

Lacey said tartly, "Forget that the Lord nearly killed as all first."

Blake said, "Dorothy, do you know this guy?"

"Yes.  He's sweet on Linda."

"Oh, no, he isn't!" declared Greg.

Dorothy giggled and tilted her head toward the entangled couple.  "You 
don't think so?  And he's a senior."

Greg stammered, "How can --  Where did she --  A senior sweet on a 
freshman?"

Lacey smiled.  "Haven't you noticed?  It's the way of the world."

Greg audibly gritted his teeth but made no move to interfere with the 
couple.

When they finally came up for air, Linda said huskily, "Oh, Lesley, I'm
so glad it was you that found us."  She blinked.  "How did you anyway?"

He answered readily, "I think I fell in love with you the other day on 
the quad.  I just couldn't believe you were gone, especially when your 
body didn't turn up in the dorm.  So I took my dad's plane this morning
to look for it -- I mean, look for you.  I can't believe I've found 
you."  Ignoring the others, he added, "Let me take you back to school 
right now."

"Oh, Lesley, of course I'll go with you!"  The girl's eyes were very 
bright.

Blake, standing nearby, said, "Mr. Sylvester -- that is your name, 
right? -- I am Blake Bingham.  We are all tornado transportees who need
rescuing.  Did you radio a report before you landed?"

"Why, no."  The newcomer almost seemed surprised at himself.  "I saw all
you people and thought I recognized Linda ... and just had to come down
to verify it.  But I'll contact ILM as soon as I take off."  He looked 
around at the others, seeing them as if for the first time.  His eyes 
lit on Dorothy.  "You're Linda's roommate, aren't you?  Is anyone else 
here from CLC?"

"We are," said Jason, pointing to Greg.

Lesley nodded.  "Thank the Lord!"

Jason said, "Oh, we do, you bet!"

"My Cessna only has two seats, so I can take just one passenger, but 
I'll report your survival to the Coast Guard...  All of you need 
clothing, don't you?  That truly was a freakish tornado!"  To Linda he 
said, "Did you salvage anything?"

"N-no."  She smiled tremulously.  "Just what you see."

He extended his hand.  "Then let's go."

Eyes alight, the girl started toward him but hesitated.  She turned a 
wistful expression first upon Fred then upon Greg.  She said to Greg, 
"I'll see you back at school.  That is, if you want me to."

Fred responded first.  "We'll be in touch."

Somewhat impatiently Lesley pulled Linda out onto the strand and turned
toward his airplane.  The others heard him say to her, "You'll have to 
tell me how it went last night."

Jason snickered.  "Think she will?"

They watched as the man and girl boarded the plane.  Its engine started
with a puff of blue smoke.  The land breeze had died completely, 
preparatory to becoming a sea breeze.  The aircraft rolled faster and 
faster up the beach and lifted off easily.  It performed a climbing bank
inland to the left, away from the rising sun.

Greg, still grimacing, said to Dorothy with evident bitterness, "Where 
did she meet that son of a ..."

"Dean," supplied Jason.


(4 of 5)

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