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WYNTER AND JIMMY

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This is an erotic fantasy. The characters and the situation are
purely imaginary, and this story is *NOT* intended to be a guide
for actual behavior. Any similarities between this story and
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Thank you for your consideration.

My sincerest thanks to Denny Wheeler for editing this story and
or his contributions. Thanks also to Uncle Sky, the Night Hawk,
and Old Man Ted for their input and for keeping the characters in
character.

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WYNTER AND JIMMY
Part Three: Boy Friends & Girl Friends
by Russell Hoisington

Twenty One

Jimmy rose first. Wynter was still struggling to her feet.
He grabbed her arm and pulled her away, staggering back as she
broke free. He saw Will turn so that his pistol was pointed
toward Kenny, and then Kenny jerked the shovel upward, edge
first. The blade hit Will in the hand and the gun fired. Kenny
jerked, but he didn't seem to be hurt. He didn't scream the way
Will did, though Jimmy could barely hear that because of the
ringing in his ears.

A rock rolled under Wynter's foot and she almost fell. He
struggled to hold her up. As she got her balance, Will fell
against a post, snapping it. The beam on that side swung
downward and rock began falling from the ceiling. Wynter started
to break for the entrance, the way Suzie had.

Jimmy, still holding one wrist, grabbed it with his other
hand and yanked her to a stop. The beam crashed to the floor and
the ceiling began collapsing. She turned to him with wide eyes,
realizing that she'd have been under it when it hit. Rocks began
falling faster. She said something and began running deeper into
the mine. Jimmy followed. Light dimmed as the rubble quickly
filled the passageway. Wynter started to slow.

"Keep going!" he shouted, unsure of how well she could hear.
"Don't stop until you think you might run into something!"

She nodded and picked up the pace.

The mine shaft went black. They continued on. Wynter
suddenly screamed, and he felt her hand pulling him downward.
His next step found nothing but air. A second or two later he
landed in cold, waist-deep water. He could hear Wynter splashing
and coughing next to him. His ears were clearing.

"Wynter?"

"Jimmy? I think this is that hole they were gonna throw us
in!"

"Well, don't move! We might fall into a deeper spot. I
have a flashlight in my pack. The pack's sealed and the
flashlight's waterproof, so it should work. Do you think you can
get it out? I'd kinda like to see what we're doing before we get
out of here."

She said she could. He talked her through opening the pack
and told her approximately where to grope for it.

"Um..., Jimmy?" she asked as she searched the interior of
the pack. "Are, um, you mad at me for what I said out there?"

He felt stunned by the question, like he did when she asked
if his mother could stay while he opened his present. "Why would
I be mad at you? They were gonna kill us. And do worse to you
and Suzie first. If you hadn't distracted them, you know what
they'd be doing right now. It was an emergency. You can't
follow normal rules in an emergency. I'm smart enough to know
that, you know."

He heard her gasp.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that, and I didn't mean
it the way it sounded. I'm scared and I didn't mean to take it
out on you."

"That's okay. I'm scared, too. I know you're still my best
friend."

"Sure am!"

"I think this is it." A glow suddenly appeared behind him,
growing brighter as she pulled the flashlight out. A beam of
light sprang forth. They were in a hole half the width of the
tunnel and against one wall. He couldn't believe that neither
one of them had hit the sides of the hole when they fell. The
mine shaft's floor was about at his chin's height. They looked
back toward the entrance. Ten feet away the pile of rock began.
"We better stay on that side of the hole, in case more falls,"
she said.

"I agree. Listen, I'll help you out and then you can help
pull me up."

She wasn't sure she could be much help, but she stepped into
his hands and he lifted her up. He gave her his pack and then
struggled out as she pulled on his arm. As he straightened she
gasped. "Jimmy! We have to get out of our clothes right now!"

"Why?"

"That water. It might be acid runoff. We need to get out
of our clothes before prolonged contact causes dermatitis, or
worse! We should flush our eyes, too, if we had any clean
water."

"I have four bottles in my pack. Let's do our eyes first."

She gave him a smile, though fear and worry stayed on her
face. "I was about to say that."

He flushed her eyes, because she'd fallen in first, and then
she flushed his. That took almost a whole bottle.

Then she grabbed the hem of her pullover blouse and yanked
it upward. He was startled to see her in her bra and couldn't
think of what to do, so he closed his eyes.

"Good. Keep 'em closed until after you get your tee shirt
off. Then wipe them and we'll flush again with what's left in
this bottle."

His mind raced as he pulled the tee shirt over his head.
What was he going to do? He had an idea while he was wiping his
eyes. "I'll turn off the flashlight. We need to save the
batteries anyway."

"No! We need to save the water. With the light off, we
might miss and have to open another bottle."

He kept his eyes shut. "But.... But you're not wearing
your blouse."

"Jimmy! It's an emergency! My best friend said you can't
follow normal rules in an emergency. Jimmy, I don't want you to
go blind. I... I want to be able to look into your eyes.
They're the nicest eyes I know. Besides Daddy's." The last was
hesitant and sounded like an afterthought.

He opened his eyes and focused on hers, trying not to see
the pale white skin and the sheer white material over the gentle
swells and pointed bumps. When he flushed her eyes he had to get
closer, losing the sight from his peripheral vision. Then she
flushed his eyes with the remainder, and he tried to twist them
away so that he couldn't see her exposed chest and bra.

She surprised him with a gentle kiss. "Hey! You aren't
Kenny, okay? I don't want you to be embarrassed, because I
really don't mind. You're my best friend, and you're not going
to run out and tell everyone what you saw. And, um, I don't mind
if you see. I mean, well, I'm a Future MD and you're a scientist
and, well, it's an emergency and all."

He felt better, but he reminded himself not to stare as they
rose to their feet.

"Wynter, I just thought of something. I have a blanket and
a space blanket in my pack. They should be dry since the pack
was closed."

"Uh huh," she said, as she unfastened the belt of her
shorts. "There wasn't any water in it."

He reminded himself not to stare again. "I can hold it up
as a screen for you to undress behind."

She stopped with her shorts around her knees and
straightened. "Jimmy, the longer you wait, the longer any acid
can cause skin damage." She frowned at him. "Do you want me to
turn around because you're embarrassed? I will."

_Didn't take her long to figure the second half of that one
out_. She really was the smartest girl he knew. "No. I mean,
yes. I mean, um, do whatever you want. It's just that...."

She shook her knees and the shorts dropped to her feet. She
reached for the front clasp of her bra and said, "This is
doctor's orders: _get undressed!_"

When the pale white mounds topped with hard pink berries
suddenly appeared, he reminded himself yet again not to stare and
looked at his belt, fumbling with it.

Under his brows he saw her panties land atop her shorts, and
she stepped out of them. She bent to untie her dirty white
shoes. He closed his eyes and dropped his shorts and underwear
in one move, then yanked the Velcro fasteners of his own shoes.
He left them at the bottom of the pile as he pulled his feet free
and fumbled with his socks.

"Jimmy!" Two hands grabbed his arm. "Watch what you're
doing. You almost fell back in the hole!"

"Um...." He didn't know what to say! He turned aside and
finished removing his socks.

"We need to flush with the rest of the water. There's not
enough for a total rinse, but there's enough for, um, the, um,
sensitive places."

"But what will we drink?" he asked while staring back up the
tunnel to the pile of rubble blocking their way out.

"I have some juice in my pack. You have some lemonade. How
long do you think it will take to get us out of here?"

Jimmy had been studying in his spare time the past few
weeks. He thought for a moment. "Well, if they don't discover
what happened until we don't come home, say they don't come
looking for us until eight or nine tonight, then however long it
takes to get some equipment here and then.... I'd say we're
stuck here for two, probably three days. Maybe four, but I doubt
it."

"Then we can ration the juice and the food. The stuff in my
pack's dry, too. But we've got to flush _now_ or landing on the
bar will be a more pleasant experience. Okay?"

He heard liquid splashing and realized she was already
flushing.

"Okay. You, um, wanna hand me a bottle?"

"Sure." A moment later one appeared beside him. He took it
and began washing his equipment, which was mostly back to its
normal color after the bruising, and his butt. The last was used
on his hands and arms. A little was left, so he rinsed his chest
and his thong and arrowhead, bending and arching his body to keep
the runoff from recontaminating what he'd already cleaned. It
was too quiet when he finished. He forced himself to peek over
his shoulder, ready to jerk his eyes back in case he saw
something he shouldn't. Wynter was squatting beside his pack,
pulling out the fuzzy polyester blanket and the metallic space
blanket. He jerked his eyes around again and stared up the mine
shaft, but his mind's eye could still see the slender back, the
ripple of her rib cage above the sharp points of her hip bones,
and each knob of her spine that led down to the separation of her
two cheeks mostly out of sight except for the beginning of her
butt crack.

_Butt crack?_ He regretted thinking about something that
nice in those words. Well, he didn't mean "nice" the way it
sounded. Okay, so he did, but.... Well, he didn't know what to
think.

"Here."

He looked around without thinking. She was holding the open
fleece blanket at arm's length, forming a curtain behind which he
could see only her head. "Now you don't have to look at me."

A sudden pang showed on her face, as if she regretted the
tone she'd used.

"Wynter, it's just that you're a girl and I'm a boy."

"Well, you don't think I'd kiss a girl the way I kiss you,
do you?"

He just knew the blush went to his toes. "No. But, well, I
mean...."

"Jimmy McCauley! B!"

He shook his head, trying to jar loose a meaning for that
statement. "B?"

"I'm tired of wasting so much time saying 'It's an
emergency, and you can't follow normal rules in an emergency.'
 From now on, I'm abbreviating that as 'B.' Okay?"

Her face looked pissed off, with an underlayer of school
teacher sternness. He thought it was the prettiest thing he'd
ever seen in his life. The sight of her squatting next to the
pack sure was a close second, though.

"Okay. You wrap in that one and I'll wrap in the space
blanket and we'll go back there to wait."

"No."

Of all the things he expected her to say, that was at the
bottom of his list. "No?"

"It's chilly in here, and we're wet and already covered in
goose bumps. The, um, in a situation like this, um, well, we
shouldn'... I mean, well it's best to share body heat."

He paused to fit that together. The blush went to his toes
again. "You mean share a blanket?"

"B."

"But...."

"The space blanket will keep you warm. This won't be enough
for me. Sharing this blanket will probably be enough, and if
it's not, adding the space blanket will be. And after we get
settled, we can turn the flashlight off to save the battery and
you won't have to look."

"But then we'll be naked and touching!"

"B."

He sighed. "Okay. But I don't want you to think I'm taking
advantage of the situation or something."

"Do I have to make 'C' mean, 'I know you're not Kenny'?"

He grinned and nodded.

And his nervousness left him. Temporarily, at least.

~ ~ ~

Twenty feet back from the pit they found a flat section
mostly free of small rocks. A thin trickle of water seeped along
the left side to disappear into the pit. They spread their
clothes out to dry, even though they couldn't wear them again
afterward. Wynter spread the space blanket near the right wall,
at the mid-point between two uprights, and then put the fleece
blanket atop it. The metallic space blanket would reflect their
heat back toward them and keep the chill of the mine floor away.
Jimmy thought it would be a safe spot. If the mine wanted to
collapse some more, he had no idea of how far back "safe" was.
_Maybe there is no safe spot_, he decided as he dug into her pack
for a sandwich and a juice bottle. They were saving the last
bottle of water for emergencies.

"I need a little more light," she said.

He pulled out a sandwich and flicked the light toward her,
then raised his head to tell her he had the food. She was on her
hands and knees, smoothing down the fleece blanket, and he was
looking directly at her butt. More specifically, he was looking
at the pucker of her anus and at the twin pillows of her lips and
the sparse cornsilk curls that partially covered them. His
throat constricted around a sound, and he jerked his head aside,
but the image remained. Wynter barely had a butt because she was
so slender, but it was the cutest one he could imagine. He tried
to force that thought and the image from his mind.

"Jimmy, I need...." And then she gasped.

He glanced sideways and saw her looking over his shoulder.
She quickly pivoted and dropped to sit on the blanket. Now he
was looking at her... her breasts and the thin blonde curls
around the front end of her crack. He just knew he was so red
that his hair must seem white.

"Jimmy, this isn't going to work if you...." Her eyes
dropped to his crotch and widened.

He knew she'd seen her father's equipment when she was his
nurse. He guessed that she must have been startled by the faint
remainder bruises on his nuts. And then he realized.

"Oh, my god!" he said. He wanted to dive headfirst back
into the hole. He was sitting there with a boner. His greatest
fear had come to pass. He slapped his legs together and put his
arm across his lap. Why, oh why did he have to embarrass Wynter,
of all people, like this?

Wynter's head dipped slightly and she smiled. "Jimmy,
that's nothing to be embarrassed about, okay? It happens. It's
a natural bodily function. I've, um.... I've seen one before,
you know. I mean, when Daddy woke up and needed the urinal, you
see." She seemed to be struggling for words. He guessed it was
because she really was embarrassed despite what she said.

But... if Wynter really was embarrassed, then why wasn't her
face red? She was the one who was always blushing.

"Jimmy, can I ask you something?"

He didn't know what the heck to say, so he reminded her of
the rules. She could ask anything as long as she was willing to
accept no answer as an answer.

"Do you like me?"

"Of course I do. You're my best friend."

She smiled at him. "Yeah. But do, um, you like me more
than, um, just as a best friend?"

Did he ever! "Sure. You're the most special person I
know."

She looked around, like she was seeking words to say what
she was thinking. "Do, um, you think it might help you not be so
embarrassed if, um, well, if, um, you thought of me, um, sort of
as a girlfriend?"

"Gosh, Wynter, I, um, well, I already _do_ think of you sort
of as a girlfriend."

She gave him a big smile, all coral lips and bright teeth.
"Then would it help if, um, I told you that I, well, that I think
of you as a boyfriend?"

He felt his mouth sag. "You do?"

"Uh huh. Really and truly. So, if I'm your girlfriend and
you're my boyfriend, then you shouldn't be embarrassed by our
seeing ourselves naked. Especially since it's an emergency.
We're doing what we have to do to survive, and we aren't
responsible if our bodies obey auno... au... auto-nom-ic reflexes
we have no control over. Okay? I don't think any less of you
for having an erection. Do you think any less of me if I tell
you that seeing it made my natural lubrication increase?"

Jimmy was stunned. The thought of a girl getting wet
looking at him was even more inconceivable than having one as
pretty as Wynter kiss him. "It _did?_ I mean, no, I--I don't
think any less of you. Never."

She shrugged. "There you go. Now, bring the sandwich over
here and we'll share it. Let's save the juice until after we
eat, and then we'll drink just a little. Sit here and then we'll
turn the light out to save the battery."

Suddenly Jimmy didn't want to turn out the light. But, as
he well knew, it was an emergency.

~ ~ ~

Jimmy had used his belt knife to cut the sandwich in half.
He used some toilet paper to wipe it dry, breathing on it and
letting the condensation help clean it. He didn't want to put it
back in the contaminated wet sheath, so he placed it aside next
to the wall, putting some rocks around it for protection in the
dark.

They sat side-by-side, their thighs and hips touching. He
held his food in his left hand, she in her right. Their entwined
hands rested atop the blanket over their knees. Wynter had
pulled one end over their laps and brought the other up over
their shoulders. While it covered her _down there_, it still
left her breasts exposed. At least it covered his boner, which
kept jumping back up at weird intervals.

He was halfway through his share--a thin layer of tuna with
a lot of lettuce, which explained how Wynter stayed so
slender--before either of them spoke. It was as if the
impenetrable darkness had isolated them with their thoughts.

"Jimmy?"

"Uh huh?"

"Do you think Suzie and Kenny are okay?"

That was what he'd been worrying. "I don't know. I'm sure
Suzie is. She had time to get out. I hope Kenny did, too."

"I don't want anything to happen to either of them."

Jimmy didn't really want to say what he was thinking, but he
did. "I'm sure Suzie is okay. She probably ran straight home.
I hope she had enough sense to tell her Mother what happened."

"Jimmy, Suzie's not like that!"

He shrugged, causing the blanket to almost slide off his
shoulder. "I sure hope not. It's that much sooner we'll get out
of here if she told somebody. Of course, if Kenny's hurt, I'm
sure she'll send somebody up here immediately."

"Jimmy!"

"Well," he said after thinking a moment, "I guess she's no
longer that mad at me and you, so maybe she'll send help. Of
course, if Kenny's okay, then we know he'll send help."

"He was awfully close to the collapse, wasn't he?"

"Yeah. Closer than we were."

There was a long silence. Then, "Do you think Will shot
him?"

"Hunh uh. I've been thinking about that. I think Will just
startled him, and that made him jerk around. Maybe he felt the
bullet go past or heard it or something."

Her hand squeezed his. "I hope so. I don't want anything
bad to happen to him. Or to Suzie."

Jimmy felt embarrassed that Wynter was showing more concern
about Suzie than he was. After all, distracting Will's and
Dick's attention away from Kenny so that he could attempt to free
them was Suzie's idea. It wasn't fair to her to assume that
she'd done it out of selfishness. He hoped he'd be able to
apologize to her. "I don't either," he whispered.

"Are you ready for some orange juice?" Her voice sounded as
if she were seconds from crying.

"In a second. You go ahead, and then I'll be ready."

"I need my hand back for a minute." He felt her moving
through his contact with her leg. He popped the remainder of the
sandwich in his mouth, and then she rested the bottle on their
knees. "I drank just two sips," she said.

He drank the same. He turned on the flashlight and put the
bottle back in her pack. She picked up the plastic wrap, folded
it, and put it in a side pocket.

"I'm glad you're wearing my arrowhead," she said.

He grinned at her and nodded. "That's to keep me always
thinking about you," he said, hoping she wouldn't think it
sounded silly. "Not that I need much help doing that."

"I'm scared."

The unexpected admission startled him. "Well, I am, too.
I'm sorry you have to be trapped here with me, but if you have to
be trapped, I'm glad it's with me. Did that make sense?"

She turned and wrapped her arms around him. The feel of her
bare left breast pressing against his side was indescribably
wonderful, even more than the way her clothed right one felt
against the back of his hand when they read his book. "It made
sense to me. Since nobody else is here, I guess that's all that
matters."

"It's all that matters to me. We really should turn out the
light."

"Okay. As long as you hold me and don't go away."

"I'll never do that," he said and flicked the switch off.
He placed the flashlight against the wall straight out to his
right so that he could find it easily. Then he wrapped his arms
around Wynter. The blanket slipped off their shoulders. "Uh
oh."

"Um...."

He waited but she didn't say anything else. "What?"

"Well, I was just thinking. You know. How we could, um.
Well, the blanket. We could, um, lie down and curl it over us."

He'd been thinking the same thing but was too embarrassed to
say so, wondering what Wynter would think of him for suggesting
it.

"If you want to," she added.

"I was sorta thinking that myself. Okay."

They lay flat in the center of the blanket and wrapped the
edges around them. That left a gap between them that wouldn't
stay overlapped if either one moved. Then Jimmy scooted over to
his left, to near the edge. Wynter moved next to him and pulled
her side over both.

That worked, but they weren't holding each other except for
their hands and entwined arms. But Jimmy couldn't think of
another way to lie without... well, without being in a _very_
embarrassing position.

"A pillow sure would be nice," she said.

He thought a minute. "I can take some of the hard stuff out
of my pack and then you can use it."

"Or you can use yours and I can use mine. I didn't think of
that. I should have."

"Well," he said with a grin that he was sure reflected in
his voice, "this is your first cave-in. You'll get better with
practice."

"Smarty pants." She moved and he suddenly felt her breath
on his face. Her lips touched his eye, then found their way to
his, and she kissed him, hard and deep. She finally pulled back
and said, "As long as I have you to practice with."

She threw an arm across him and squeezed him tight. Her
breasts pressed so hard against his chest that they weren't
distinguishable any more. But he had no trouble distinguishing
the feel of the soft curls that suddenly pressed against his hip.
And the warmth accompanying them. Her leg moved partially around
him, and he felt the swelling explode. Surely she could feel his
boner pressing into her calf.

But maybe she couldn't as the tears she'd been fighting to
hold back finally escaped. He squeezed her and rubbed her back.
He wished so very desperately that he knew what to say to her,
but he didn't, so he kept his mouth shut and worried about his
ignorance.

Maybe he was the putz instead of Kenny.



Twenty Two

With her pent-up emotions and tension finally released,
Wynter began to relax and calm down. She was sorry she'd cried
like that in front of Jimmy, but since he was her boyfriend--and
since it was an emergency--she guessed it was good to rid herself
of the emotional baggage, as Mother called it, so that she could
think straight. Doctors had to stay calm in an emergency, but
sometimes they had to release the safety valve so that they could
stay calm. She sure hoped that didn't sound like she was making
an excuse for her behavior.

Jimmy had been so kind and understanding while she vented
her fears and tensions. He held her and rubbed her back the way
Daddy and Mother did, and he didn't bother her with possibly
false stories to make her feel better. He just lay there
silently and held her while she let it out. He was he most
thoughtful person she knew.

She slowly became aware of his boner under her leg. She
could feel its hardness and the small amount of pubic hair around
it. He had to feel her own pubic hair--she couldn't quite make
herself think "her pussy" since it was Jimmy--pressed against his
leg. And the wetness of her natural lubrication. _Now what?_

She had to think. She didn't want to jerk away suddenly.
He'd get embarrassed again, and she'd told him repeatedly that it
was an emergency and normal rules didn't apply. The last thing
she wanted was to make Jimmy think she was a hypocrite. She
guessed she should move her leg away, but make it look like a
natural motion. But she really didn't want to do that. Jimmy's
erection wasn't as big as her father's, but it felt every bit as
good pressed against her leg. Somehow it made her feel--she
tried to think of another word besides "loved," but she couldn't.
Maybe that was because that was exactly how it did make her feel.
She wondered if Jimmy would mind....

She gasped with the realization. Too late to stop it, she
tried to make it sound like it was one of the last gasps of her
crying. Maybe it worked, because Jimmy continued to hold her,
cupping her face in the curve of his neck and rubbing circles on
her back while he slowly, ever so slowly, rubbed his hardon--his
_erection_, she corrected herself--against her leg!

Her heart suddenly felt _way_ too big for her chest.

She squeezed him tighter in her arms and kissed his neck.
She felt her pussy hump against his leg, and fire exploded in her
vaginal region.

She heard a short moan from Jimmy and dragged her lips up to
his. She kissed him with a passion she'd never felt before
except with her father, and he responded in kind. He stopped
humping his hardon against her leg, but he didn't need to hump it
for stimulation. She was squirming and rubbing her leg up and
down on it. Too late she thought of his testicles. He hadn't
complained of any discomfort on the bike ride to Hargus City.
She hoped that she wasn't suddenly making them hurt. She lifted
her head and imagined his face in the blackness.

"Jimmy?"

She worried when he didn't reply immediately, but then he
gasped for air. "Uh huh?"

"Are, um, you angry with me?"

"Gosh, no! It's natural for people to turn to each other
for support when they have shared anxieties."

It seemed to her like it had been forever since she'd said
those words in the movie theater. "I want to tell you
something." She realized how quietly she'd spoken. She wondered
if he'd heard her, even in the stillness of the cave with her
mouth inches above his.

His voice was gentle and reminded her of her father's when
they cuddled. "You can always tell me anything you want. You
always could, you know. That sure doesn't change now that you're
my girlfriend."

"Um...." She didn't know how to say it. What if she said
it the wrong way and made him mad. But, he was her boyfriend and
she was his girlfriend, so they shouldn't ever get mad at each
other. The best way to say it was to just say it. "We may not
get out of here." She put a finger over his lips when he started
to reply. "The roof may collapse some more, or something we
never thought of could go wrong. And I, well, um.... I don't
want to die without... um, well, without letting you know how
much I love you."

She couldn't _believe_ she'd said that! She meant to say
how much she _cared for_ him!

"Really?" The touch of awe in his voice made her heart seem
too big for her chest again.

"Really."

"Wynter, I've loved you since the day I helped unpack your
room. You really feel that way about me?"

She giggled and gave him a quick kiss. "I guess I wouldn't
be much of a girlfriend if I didn't."

"Wow!"

When he didn't say more she said, "Well, if I have to die, I
don't want to die without.... Um.... Well, I don't, um...."
_Anxiety disorder!_ "I don't want to die without making love
with you first. If that's okay with you, I mean."

"_Really?_" His hardon had been slowly shrinking. It
suddenly exploded to full size. She giggled when it happened.

"Really. It feels to me like you agree."

"Well, I, um, I mean, uh, well... yes."

"Are you sure? You don't sound like it."

"It's just that.... Well.... Okay, I'm not Kenny. As long
as you haven't forgotten that. I just don't want you to think
that I'm like him and only interested in what's for me."

"I wouldn't ask Kenny, silly."

"You know what I meant." His tone, if not his words, called
her a smarty pants.

"Yeah." She pushed her bottom arm under his neck, lowered
her lips to his, and kissed him with a fervor that grew every
second. Her hand slid over his arrowhead and down his body to
her knee. She slowly pushed her leg down and followed her knee
with her hand.

And then she was holding him. He gasped around her tongue
and then hummed, "Um _hmmm_!" That made her giggle. She wrapped
her hand around the shaft and slowly stroked him. It wasn't as
big as Daddy's, but she knew it would do the job quite nicely.
In fact, it was about the size of the vibrator that she liked
best. She moaned in anticipation.

His hand slid from her back to her side, over her arm, and
settled around her breast. He sighed again. "Wynter?" he
mumbled around the dueling tongues. She lifted her head so he
could speak. "This is the most wonderful thing I've ever felt in
my life! But I've never played with one before. Tell me if I'm
hurting you, okay?"

"You're doing great! And there's more to play with, you
know." She rubbed a hot, wet trail up and down his hip and
thigh.

"Um, I'm not sure what to do."

"Just do whatever you feel like doing. There's no wrong way
to do it, unless it something uncomfortable. I'll let you know
if you do something uncomfortable, and you do the same for me."

"Okay. Um, can I kiss it?" The eagerness in his voice sent
cold chills tingling throughout her body.

She lifted her body, pressing the hard little nipple against
his lips. He kissed her breast all over and then gently sucked
the nipple. Her desire flamed higher. She sure hoped her pussy
wasn't giving his leg steam burns.

While he kissed and sucked, he released his hand and slid it
down her side to her hip. His hand slid back until his
fingertips were just brushing the top of her crack, and then,
with his cupped hand, he gently stroked her cheek. They both
gasped at the same time. He switched nipples, pausing between to
say, "Wow! It feels as good as it looks!"

"Thank you." Only her father had ever told her she had a
cute butt. Well, and Kenny, of course, whenever he was trying to
get her to show it to him. And Uncle Bozo a couple of times.
But her father was the only one who said it and sounded like he
meant it. Until now. "This," she said, turning his erection to
point straight up, "looks and feels pretty darned good, too!"
She made her hand vibrate.

"Uh oh!" His body went rigid, and a sound tried to fight
its way out of his throat. Wynter hadn't meant to trigger his
orgasm yet, but she understood. She had to hand job-_fuck_ him
before she could _make love_ with him. After all, Jimmy had
years of pent-up sexual need to vent first.

His body shook a moment and then relaxed, freeing a long
sigh as his hand caressed her butt. He gasped. "Oh, Wynter!
I'm sorry! I...."

"Shhh!" She pressed her lips to his. "Your body needed
that. It's okay. It's not like we have to go home now, you
know. It's the difference between _fucking_ and _making love_."

She felt her heart suddenly shoot to her toes. How could
she have used _that_ word with someone as nice as Jimmy? What
would he say about her language? He wasn't saying anything. She
must have made him mad. How in the world could she have been
so....

"What's the difference?" he asked in a very puzzled tone.

_He'd been trying to think of the answer!_ She told him.

"Oh. I guess that makes sense. How'd you know?"

"Oh, Daddy told me...." Too late. The words were out. If
she didn't learn to control herself, their secret would be out,
too.

"Wow! You can talk to your _father_ about stuff like that?"

The only thing to do, she decided, was to tell him the
truth. Just not _all_ of the truth. "Uh huh. I can talk to
Daddy about anything, as long as I accept the rule about
questions. We talked about lots of things while I was his
nurse."

He was quiet for a moment. "If I asked Mom about something
like that, I think she'd faint. I have no idea what Dad would
do." He was about to tell her that his dick was getting too
sensitive to rub, even if it was lubricated with his jism, when
she stopped and just held it. It had shrunk until it just barely
filled her hand.

She kissed him. "Was it a good one?"

"Yeah!" he sighed in a breathy whisper. "I _never_ had one
that felt that good before. Well, I mean that... well, counting
the ones I, um, gave myself, you know."

She giggled and kissed him again. "I know. We sorta told
each other what we did the day we found your arrowhead, you
know."

"Yeah. But you haven't had one yet. Don't you need to, um,
_get off_, too?" The concern in his voice made her kiss him
again, this time with a lover's kiss.

"Yeah. When you're ready. Sounded to me like you needed to
catch your breath first after that one."

"Yeah. Oh! I'm sorry about the, um, the mess. There's
some toilet paper in my pack to wipe your hand and my di..., um,
you know."

She wasn't about to get up for such a small amount. She
kissed him and pulled her arm from behind his neck and then slid
down under the cover to suck him clean.

"_Oh my god!_" he moaned as her lips slid around the soft
tube. When he was clean she licked her hand clean and then took
him in her mouth again. "Oh, Wynter, I never thought you'd ever
do _that!_"

That stopped her. "You're not mad at me, are you?"

"Are you _serious?_" Then he did Kenny's weird voice.
"_Earth to Wynter! Duh!_"

That made her laugh, and then all doubts left her mind.
After all, Daddy liked to do all these things, and he was kind
and polite and a gentleman just like Jimmy....

It was the moment the lights came on. Here she was, being
afraid that Jimmy might not like what her father did because
Jimmy was such a polite gentleman. All this time she'd
inadvertently been insulting her father because that implied he
_wasn't_ one! How could she have been so stupid! She would
apologize to him the first time she had a chance.

Of course, that meant that she would have to tell him that
she and Jimmy had been indulging in sexual activities. _But he
knew we'd been kissing just by looking in my eyes. He's sure
gonna know about this when he looks. He's sure seen me like this
so many times before._

"Wynter?"

She slid up beside him, pressing her pussy against his leg
and slowly humping it while she put her arm under his neck again.
"Huh?"

"Did, um, did I make you mad when I imitated Kenny? You
didn't say anything for so long."

"I didn't? Oh! I must have gone someplace else, like Daddy
does. Or like your dad did when he saw your present. I'm
sorry."

"Oh. Well, you don't have to be sorry for natural
reactions, you know. The best girlfriend a guy ever had told me
that."

She was amazed that her head stayed up and that she didn't
blush down to the ends of her toenails. "Wow! She must be
pretty special."

His hand found her hip and pulled her tighter against his
leg. "She is. Would you like me to use my fingers? Or do you
want to use my leg? Or..., well, I'm not sure what to do."

"The best sex happens when you don't plan ahead. You just
do whatever you feel like at the moment and surprise each other."

"Your dad told you _that_, too?"

"Maybe," she grinned, knowing that he could see it even in
the darkness. "But I decided that if you could quote Kenny, then
so could I."

"I'm sorry," he said with a hit of mischief in his voice.
"I didn't realize you were quoting an eminent national
authority."

They laughed and then he said in a quiet voice, "I really
hope he's okay."

Her heart felt heavy. "Yeah. Me, too. But there's nothing
we can do for him now. We're on the wrong side of the rocks. We
have our own problem to worry about instead of ones we can't
control."

"Yeah." He stopped stroking her hip and tentatively slid
his hand to her butt. "Um, do you want me to... um, now?"

She rolled back slightly and lifted her leg to give him
access. "Whenever you want."

His voice was hesitant. "To tell you the truth, I'd really
like to know what it feels like. If you don't mind."

"Let's make a new rule, like the asking questions one. From
now on we don't have to ask because we're boyfriend and
girlfriend. We just do it. If the other doesn't want to do
something, then we just say so and nobody gets mad or upset or
anything and we do something else. Okay?"

She heard the grin. "Yeah. Okay."

Jimmy's hand slid over the front point of her pelvis and
around until his fingertips were combing through the soft
cornsilk around the front of her split. "That feels really
good," he said.

"Feels even better from my side."

He grinned and gave her a quick kiss. It landed on her
cheek, beside her nose. He adjusted and kissed again, hitting
his target. As his fingers crept down and around the curve, she
opened her legs a little more to give him better access. His
middle finger followed in the groove of her split while the
fingers to either side caressed the fat little pads of her outer
lips and their cornsilk curls. She moaned slightly and said,
"_Yessss!_"

He seemed to fumble in the dark for a moment, and then her
lips parted and he found the wetness within. His middle finger
stroked through it, feeling all of her there was to feel. "Oh,
Wynter! I had no idea it felt like _this!_"

"Maybe you should have felt Suzie's when she offered it to
you," she teased. "Then you'd already know."

"Nah. That's okay. I'm sure it doesn't feel as good as
yours. This was worth the wait."

Her reply was instantly forgotten when his fingertip stroked
the hard little stick of her clitty. After a moment he asked her
the best way to rub it. She talked--and gasped--her way through
several exercises. Then she said, "You do it the way you like,
or try to invent something new. If it's
uncomfortable--_Oooohhhh!_--I'll tell you. Surprise me."

Two minutes later she was shaking and convulsing. He slid
his finger into her tight little cunny. She squeezed his finger.

"Wow! I didn't know girls could do that! I thought it was
just a story Kenny made up!"

She couldn't stop the happy giggles. Around them she said,
"We have plenty of time to learn a lot of new things about each
other."

Her giggles stopped when he whispered, as if to himself, "I
sure hope so." Then, aloud, he asked, "Is it uncomfortable if I
do this after you get off?"

"Unh uh. Just for a few seconds if you keep rubbing my
clitty. Like if you keep rubbing your dick. Um, I guess.
Anyway, after that it's okay. In fact, you can rub it some more
whenever you're ready now."

"I'd, um, really like to, um, rub it with my tongue."

"Sure! I love oral sex!"

"You do?"

She wondered if she imagined the hint of accusation in his
voice. "Well, um, in... in my fantasies. I like to think about
it when, um...."

"Wanna find out if it's as good as you imagined?"

She could at least find out if it was as good with Jimmy as
she had imagined it would be. "Sure!"

He kissed his way down her body and then hesitated as he
found the soft cornsilk curls around the front of her split.
"Ready?"

"_Yes!_"

His tongue was tentative, hesitant, the kiss of someone
licking his first pussy. It was the most exciting thing she'd
ever felt, and Daddy had certainly given her some extraordinary
thrills. Her second orgasm occurred a minute later. As she
calmed down she remembered something. "Did I bump your nose?"

"That's okay," he said, kissing her mound and the outside of
her split. "It didn't hurt. Um, do you, um, well, um...
well--now?"

"Do I want to make love?"

"Yeah! That!"

"Oh, yes!" She thought she could hear him grin at her
eagerness.

"Um, it's not going to be very comfortable on this floor, is
it?"

"If it's not, we'll find a position that is. Okay?"

"Yeah!"

He positioned himself over her, pressing his erection
against her mound and poking her slit with the head. He seemed
to be hesitating.

"You want me to put it in for you?"

He sighed with relief. "Please. I don't want to hurt you
if I do it wrong. I mean... well, I can't see in the dark."

She positioned the head between her lips, right over the
flooded entrance to her aching cunny, and whispered in his ear,
"Push."

He eased it into her. She was so wet that he went in with
just one stroke. And then she felt his balls bumping against her
butt. Daddy had never been able to get all of his in, and this
was the first time she'd felt balls against her butt while she
was having intercourse.

She amended that to _making love_.

Jimmy needed a couple of minutes to determine the best way
to thrust without hurting her and without slipping out of her
hot, wet little cylinder on the outstroke. Soon he was thrusting
with a steady pace. "Do you want me to go faster or slower?"

"If I do, I'll tell you," she gasped. "Okay?"

"Uh huh!"

She experimented with positions, lifting both legs around
his back, over his shoulders, one leg up and one leg down, and
each time getting moans of happiness from Jimmy. She had him
pause and then flexed her internal muscles around his dick. When
he let out a long guttural moan, she said, "I guess there are
advantages to listening to Kenny, huh?"

He wrapped his arms under her shoulders and squeezed the
side of his head against hers. His body jerked with short
strokes. "I'm gonna," he groaned through a constricted throat.

Her heart suddenly felt _way_ too big for her chest. Not
only was she making love to Jimmy, he was about to cum inside
her, in _her_ pussy, for the first time he'd ever cum inside one.

She knew a big orgasm inside her when she felt one. Daddy
had had some massive ones, but she never felt him cum as hard as
Jimmy did. It made her cum, too, as she crossed her legs under
his butt and tried to squeeze his whole body up inside of her.

The mine tunnel grew quiet, the only sounds those of two
giggling young people gasping for air and of water slowly
trickling into the hole in the floor.



Twenty Three

It sure was dark. And her bed wasn't very soft, either. It
was like sleeping on the floor.

And then Wynter remembered where she was. Jimmy was spooned
around her, with one arm under her, between her shoulder and the
backpack-turned-pillow, and the other over her. His breath felt
warm between her shoulders. She wondered what time it was, but
she wasn't wearing her watch. She felt safe while snuggled by
Jimmy, the same as she felt when Daddy snuggled her.
Unfortunately, her distended bladder wasn't going to let her
sleep much longer, and then she'd have to wake Jimmy. The
blankets folded around her, and he was holding her. The best she
could do was squeeze out like toothpaste from a tube, but then
she wouldn't be able to find the flashlight without maybe waking
him.

She turned over in place. His breathing changed, and she
knew she'd awakened him.

"Hi."

He mumbled something, yawned, and said, "Hi."

"I gotta go again. Sorry."

"Me, too. What time is it?"

He really wasn't awake very much, but she guessed she
understood why. "How should I know? You have the watch and
flashlight on your side."

"Oh. Yeah, I do." He rolled onto his back and searched in
the dark. Then he moved again and suddenly the glow from his
watch face hovered above her. "Almost seven. Time for
breakfast." The glow vanished and the flashlight came on.

She giggled. "Breakfast in bed?"

He grinned and nodded. "Unless you want to freeze your butt
sitting on the cold floor of this tunnel, since we better not
build a fire."

She leaned over him and kissed him. "You'd warm it up for
me if I froze it. Did you sleep good?"

He pushed her long blonde hair back from her face. "I had
the strangest dream. I kept dreaming this beautiful blonde girl
kept waking me up and asking me to make love to her."

She punched his arm. "That wasn't a dream, silly. That was
me!"

He grinned at her again. "At least I got the beautiful
blonde part right."

"Smarty pants!" She stuck her tongue out at him. He took
that as in invitation for another kiss. When he finished,
however many seconds or minutes or hours later that was, she
said, "I love you, but I gotta go _now_," and flipped the covers
back.

He gasped. "It's cold out there!"

"No kidding." She grabbed the toilet paper and then put it
back down while she used her scrunchie to make her pony tail.
"You want to keep this flashlight and fix breakfast?"

"No. We better save the batteries in yours. I don't know
how long those will last."

She had to have one more kiss before she left. She bent
over him. He cupped one hand over one of her breasts--her
_tits_, she decided--and caressed it while giving her a short
peck on her lips.

She didn't feel quite as cold as she headed back to the
small side tunnel that Jimmy had designated "The Ladies' Powder
Room."

~ ~ ~

Jimmy watched her slender naked form silhouetted by the
circle of light in front of her. He couldn't believe his good
fortune. If you considered almost getting buried alive and then
being trapped in an abandoned mine to be good luck, that is. Not
only did he get to kiss Wynter, he also got to make love to her.
She was right: _making love_ and _fucking_ were two different
things, and he definitely made love with her. He'd thought he be
in college before he ever kissed a girl, and he had no hope of
ever having sex with one. Of making love to one. And now he'd
made love to the prettiest girl he knew five... five or six? He
couldn't remember how many times. He decided the number of times
wasn't important. What was important was that it was with
Wynter, the answer to all his prayers.

He sure did hope that Kenny was alive and safe. He hoped
that Suzie was safe, too, he guessed.

_No, I'm sure. I don't want anything bad to happen to her.
She has Kenny and I have Wynter. I feel sorry for Kenny. He
thinks he's happy because he's getting to pork Suzie. I _know_
I'm happy because I'm getting to make love!_

The light turned sideways into the side tunnel. Wynter
followed it. Jimmy lay back in the darkness and thought of how
good she felt to touch. Not just her breasts and... and her
_pussy_, he decided since she'd called it that several times.
No, he marveled at how good it felt just to rub his hand over her
tummy while he curled around her naked body. How soft and silky
the inside of her thighs were. The soft firmness of her
breasts... her boobs... her tits... the soft firmness of all the
places he'd never dreamed of seeing was so exciting that thinking
about it was enough to cause his dick to tingle and twitch.
_But_, he decided, _nothing compares to the feeling of the hot
and juicy inside of her pussy. I couldn't describe it if my life
depended on it_.

He pushed the backpack aside and stretched out, working all
the kinks out of his muscles. Then he rolled over on his stomach
and stretched again. He was lying there with the side of his
head pressed to the blanket when the tunnel brightened. He
wanted to see Wynter again, to look at how beautiful her naked
body was, but he knew he'd see only the light blinding him, so he
relaxed and waited for her to arrive. He'd kiss her and hug her
before he went to the Men's Relief Room.

And then he tensed. The fluffy blanket wasn't helping. He
pulled it aside and pressed his ear to the space blanket.

"Wynter!" he cried when he was sure. "They're coming! I
can hear vibrations!"

He heard her gasp and then the patter of her feet rushing
across the tunnel floor to him.

~ ~ ~

They didn't dare put their wet clothes back on. They would
just have to be found naked and try to explain their way out of
it. Wynter knew Daddy would understand. She hoped Mr. and Mrs.
McCauley would, too, but she was sure Daddy could explain the
danger to them. Just to be safe, it might be best if the
rescuers didn't find Jimmy with a hardon, so she volunteered to
cure his embarrassing condition, this time having Jimmy
experience his first doggie-style sex. Around ten o'clock she
had to lie back and cure it again. He said she was a dedicated
doctor to go to such trouble for a patient. She called him a
smarty pants but didn't threaten him with "loss of sexual
privileges." She was afraid she'd sound too much like Suzie, and
she didn't want a reminder to worry about whether Suzie and Kenny
were safe.

By noon they thought they could hear a faint grinding noise
without listening at the floor.

They had a half-sandwich each, some trail mix, and an apple
for dessert, all washed down with four sips of juice. They were
starving, but they continued to ration their food in case
something went wrong.

And they talked. They talked about a lot of things--movies
and music and school and animals--but especially about whether
they would continue their sexual activities after they were
rescued.

"Would you think I was like Suzie if I wanted to keep doing
it?" she asked.

"Heck no. Would you think I was like Kenny?"

She grinned. "Okay. Then when and how? I mean, our
parents would freak." Maybe Mother would, but she was sure Daddy
would be able to handle it. She hoped.

"We'll find a way. Suzie and Kenny do."

A cold hand clutched her heart. "I hope they still get to."

He sniffed in the darkness. "Me, too."

An hour later they were sitting on the blanket, holding
hands, listening to the loud grinding noise. Rocks and dirt fell
away from the end of the blockage. Jimmy turned on the
flashlight as a drill pushed through, followed by a five-inch
pipe, five feet above the floor. The drill head retreated, and
soon thereafter a man's voice echoed down the pipe. Before he
could say more than "Hello!" he was drowned out by the sounds of
loud barking.

"Dragon!"

The barking changed to whining and whimpering. Then:
"_Wynter?_"

"Daddy! I'm okay!" she shouted down the pipe. She wondered
how many times she'd have to say "A" to convince him.

"_Jimmy?_"

"Me, too!"

"_Wait!_"

They waited, nervously dancing around and clutching each
other in the cold darkness that was attenuated only by the
flashlight and the faint glow in the pipe. Then the latter
disappeared. They heard something scooting down the pipe and a
whirring noise. A wheeled basket powered by an electric motor
suddenly popped partway out of the end of the pipe and stopped.
Inside was one of her father's radios and a note, "Use radio at
end of pipe for best signal." That made sense. She switched the
radio on and held the antenna near the pipe.

She pushed the transmit button. "Hello?"

"Wynter! Are you two okay?"

"Well, we're cold. We fell in a sump and our clothes got
wet. And it's dark 'cause we save the flashlight batteries."

"You need to get out of those wet clothes. You could catch
pneumonia, and the water could be acidic."

"We did that. And we used Jimmy's bottled water to rinse
off. We've been using Jimmy's blankets to stay warm. Daddy,
what about Kenny and Suzie?"

"I think you better let them tell you that part. I don't
want to spoil their story. Or the surprise."

"Surprise?" She giggled. She and Jimmy had asked that
together.

"Let's just say that they're both being treated like heroes
now."

"What about...?" She couldn't finish it. Jimmy put an arm
around and squeezed her shoulders.

Daddy's voice was quiet. "Neither one will bother anyone
else again."

Wynter knew that as a Future MD she should feel sorry about
that, but she just couldn't. A glance at Jimmy told her he
couldn't, either.

"Give me a minute to give this phone to Mr. Chang and patch
a relay to your mother's radio so you can talk to the others.
'A', you know."

Wynter grinned. "Yeah, I know." And then she had to
explain that to Jimmy.

~ ~ ~

Richard was on his way to supper when the television crew
stopped him for yet another live update for broadcast. He almost
lost his temper when he snapped that nothing had changed from his
original forecast of twenty-four hours to dig an escape route
through the collapse, and that if anything had changed, they'd
have already known about it. Fortunately Joe rescued him. Joe,
assisted by Ron standing just outside the camera's view and
signalling for them to wrap it up.

While he was eating they approached him again, but this time
they had a mine engineer "expert" in the studio, one who knew the
right questions to ask in order to fully explain the situation to
the viewers. Of course, he had to endure more inane questions
from the local talking heads first. He thought the studio's
talking head was going to ask more, but instead he offered his
and his station's best wishes for a safe and speedy recovery. It
was something the two on-the-scene clowns had never done. He was
pleasantly surprised to discover that the expert was one of his
former college professors. It was the only enjoyable interview
he'd experienced.

He was impressed with both Wynter and Jimmy for not building
a fire from scraps of the timbers lying about. Even though they
had a butane lighter as well as flint--Jimmy's arrowhead--and
steel--his knife--they were concerned about using up the oxygen.
With the pipe through the debris, they could afford to use a
propane lantern and a small propane radiant heater that had been
designed to fit through the emergency pipe.

Dry clothes, of course, were also keeping them warm. He
chuckled. If they were wearing them. There was a faint
almost-giggle in Wynter's voice that he knew all too well. She
had been busy while they were isolated together. He could hear
her saying, "The sharing of body heat is necessary for increasing
the probability of survival."

He was sure that Angie had picked up on that probability
when Wynter said to send them dry clothing. Keith had tried to
control a sly smile, obviously not wanting to offend Wynter's
parents with his thoughts. Marti had been confused at first
about why they were wearing wet clothing in a cold mine shaft.
Richard stopped her from keying the microphone and whispered,
"They aren't."

"Oh." And that was the end of discussion for Marti.
Richard realized that she would have responded the same way if it
had been his son and her daughter. She was concerned with the
necessities of reality, not trivial appearances. Keith had a
prize in that woman.

Marti and Angie had returned home for the replacement
clothing as well as toothbrushes, more bottled water for a
thorough rinsing, and towels. He was glad that Marti finally had
something to do besides sit and fret. When they returned he'd
asked Angie how the trip went.

"Oh, we just talked," she had said. The look on her face
said several things, one of which was that she wasn't about to
say more. He'd have given a half-year's pay to have a tape of
that conversation. Maybe he should have made the second trip
back home with her when she went to clean up. He might have been
able to get something out of her if they'd showered together.

He pushed his empty plate away and wondered what he wanted
to do next. He really wasn't needed in the mine. The rescue
teams knew their jobs better than he did, and with the maps he'd
already provided in their hands, he'd be more hindrance than
help.

"Got a moment, Senor Klutz?"

He looked over his shoulder at the beaming face. "So, how's
your birthday present?"

Ron scratched his head and flashed a five-kilowatt smile.
"I consider it half-received. I'll collect the other half around
noon tomorrow?"

"That's our best estimate. You know how these estimates
are."

"According to Dr. Britt, you examine all the evidence and
then you open your mouth and hang your ass out in public."

Richard nodded. "For a biologist, he's pretty smart."

"We're all like that. Which is why I'm here, butting in
where I have no business being." He signalled to the two firemen
and the miner at the table. They took their coffee and moved to
another table.

Richard indicated the seat beside him and spoke softly while
Ron sat. "You're here to ask me if I realize what's probably
been going on there in the dark?"

Ron looked surprised and then nodded. "For a mining
geologist engineering-type gringo, you're pretty smart yourself,
except for that word 'probably'."

Richard laughed. "We're all like that. Are you concerned
that I'm going to go ballistic and attack Jimmy once he's free?"

"Nope. You're too afraid of me."

Ron was joking, of course, but both knew that it was a true
statement if Richard were dumb enough to attack Jimmy. "If I
were any other father, or if it were any other daughter of mine
except Wynter, I might. But I trust her, Ron. I trust him, too.
Whatever they did is between them, and I can deal with it."

Ron grinned. "Good. Dad doesn't want to wait on the Jaws
of Life with you again."

"Yeah. Let me ask one thing: how do you know anything went
on?"

Ron waved a dismissive hand. "It's in her voice, if you pay
attention. You don't have to be a pretty smart biologist to hear
it."

"Oh." That, he realized, could be a complication for his
relationship with her, assuming he still had one. He wasn't
aware that others could also hear the difference.

"Have you thought about possible consequences as a result?"

"Yes. And if it were any two except Wynter and Jimmy, I'd
be concerned. They're the two I trust most to consider the
consequences first."

~ ~ ~

Wynter stretched and sighed. She had food in her stomach,
warm clothes on her back, love in her heart, and Jimmy's finger
making lazy circles in her pussy. If she had to be trapped
somewhere, she sure could have done a lot worse than this.

Jimmy lay beside her, his head propped up by his other hand.
Their discussion had migrated back to movies. They had discussed
the _Harry Potter_ and _Lord of the Rings_ series. Jimmy said he
wanted to get the extended DVDs of the latter series and then
watch them nonstop from the beginning to the end with a barrel of
popcorn in his lap and his girlfriend at his side. Or the
girlfriend and popcorn could trade places. Wynter called him a
smarty pants and then took it back, saying that switching places
wasn't such a bad idea.

He was talking about the next _Star Wars_ movie and the ways
that nice young Anakin might be changed into the yucky old Darth
Vader. She said she was sorry that Luke and Leia would have to
be separated after they were born and that the beautiful Miss
Padm -� wouldn't live to see them grow up.

Jimmy stopped talking in mid-sentence. His eyes went wide,
and he seemed to pale in the light of the propane lantern. "Oh,
damn!"

The tone of his voice scared her a little. "What's wrong?"

He turned worried eyes to her. "Babies," he said as he
looked at where his hand was slid down the front of her
unbuttoned jeans.

"Oh, no!" She remembered her father saying more than once
that he trusted her to do the right thing in a sexual situation
with Jimmy, or whoever she finally decided on. She had let him
down. What would he say if she announced she was pregnant?

_Wait a minute! Think. Doctors don't panic about a problem
that may not exist!_ She thought for a second. "What day is
this?"

Jimmy looked over his shoulder. "Sorry," he said and
withdrew his finger so that he could reach his watch. "The
seventh."

She counted while he replaced his watch. "Uh oh. It's not
a problem, and you may find that out before we're rescued. I
gotta talk to Daddy or Mother." She grabbed the radio and asked
for a private message, meaning that her father should switch to
his headset instead of the speaker. When he did, she asked for
some tampons. She was sure she heard her father breathe a sigh
of relief.

~ ~ ~

_Fuck!_

Suzie reached for her calendar, in case she'd miscounted on
her fingers. Math never was her strong suit. She looked at the
tiny checkmark in the September second box. She was right.

But she'd been taking the pills Caroline had given her. She
was sure they were the real thing because they were in the
original packaging. She made sure her parents were absorbed in
their stupid television news program and knocked softly on
Caroline's door.

After Caroline invited her in, she closed the door and said,
"I'm five days late."

Caroline frowned for a second and then raised her eyebrows.
"Oh. Well, what day did you quit taking them?"

Suzie stamped her right foot. "I didn't quit taking them!
They didn't work!"

Caroline waved her over and indicated that she should sit on
the edge of the bed. "No, I mean when.... wait a minute. You've
taken one every day since I gave them to you? Including today?"

"Yeah. And they didn't work!"

Caroline tried to hide a laugh behind her hand. "No, they
worked all right. Didn't you read the instructions carefully?
You have to quit taking them for your period to start. That's
why I use those. They help me decide when I want to be
'inconvenienced'."

Suzie frowned. "You mean...."

"I mean you take them for three weeks and then you skip a
week. You haven't skipped, so you haven't started. That's not
good for you. You can adjust a couple of days either way, but
you shouldn't take them this long."

"Oh. Well, I guess it's a good thing I talked to you before
I called Kenny, huh?"

~ ~ ~

Jimmy was lucky. He's been awakened with a super-nice kiss
and then he got to make love to Wynter one last time before they
were rescued. He brushed his teeth as he watched the flashlight
disappear into the Ladies' Powder Room and reflected on how lucky
he'd been. He wasn't sure that almost-twelve-year-olds could
knock each other up, but he darned sure didn't want to find out
the hard way.

He groaned when he realized the pun. Then he grew upset
with himself. He should have thought of that. He knew Suzie was
taking the pill, but he'd never thought about Wynter taking them
because he wasn't doing it with her. He had so tuned it out of
his mind that he never thought about it when he should have.
This was a lesson he'd better remember. The next time he had to
think before he acted on something--anything--and didn't, he
probably wouldn't be as lucky.

He sure was happy that they were about to be rescued and
that they wouldn't have to be stuck in this cold place much
longer. But he was sorry that he would be separated from Wynter.
It wasn't just that he'd miss getting to make love to her
whenever either of them felt like it or being able to touch each
other everywhere to make the other happy. It was that he'd also
miss the kissing and snuggling and the talking. And the
hand-holding, just like in the movies. Despite all the new
things they were now free to do with each other, he still enjoyed
her hand holding his as much as her pussy holding his dick.

Well, maybe almost as much.

He guessed he understood now what it was like for Mr. King
whenever his wife was out of town. Jimmy felt sorry for him when
that happened.

"Jimmy?"

He jerked his head around. Wynter was sitting beside him on
the blanket. He was on the blanket? Wasn't he over by the
drainage pit brushing his teeth? When did he finish and sit
down? "I think I went somewhere else. Big time."

She nodded and then turned down the corners of her mouth.
"I was right. If you get another embarrassing erection before
we're rescued, I'll just have to blow it away."

She couldn't keep the sad expression on her face when he
gave her a Kenny-type grin and chuckle. After she broke up
laughing he kissed her and said, "I wish I could do something for
you in return."

"Well," she said with a sly smile, "the nice thing about
tampons is that your fingers can still reach my clitty." A
little frown creased her brow. "Unless you're embarrassed about
that or something."

He shrugged and took her hand in his. "Why should I be? My
girlfriend says you shouldn't be embarrassed about natural bodily
functions, and she's always right."

She kissed him again. "You're special. How much longer
now?"

He glanced at his watch. "Nine o'clock. About three more
hours, I guess. But they lost some time when they found Dick."

She sighed. "You know what's going to be the worst part of
being rescued?"

"Sure. Being separated from you."

She looked surprised. "Yeah. Okay, I meant second worst.
Interviews." They'd already talked to several reporters over the
radio. They were getting tired of answering, "What are you doing
in there?" This morning Wynter had answered the last idiot with,
"We played chess for a while, then had a few sets of tennis and
chose up sides for a game of football. We're going skiing after
this."

The interviews ended rather abruptly. For some reason he
thought maybe Ron had something to do with that. But Wynter's
reward for giving that answer was to be pinned to the blanket
while he kissed her from head to toe. That was so much fun he
wanted another interview so he could reward her again.

Well, they had three hours to fill. Slender as she was,
there was still plenty to kiss, even if he couldn't kiss her
pussy this time.

"What?" she asked when she saw the look on his face. And
then the giggling began, followed by the gasping, the moaning,
and the groan of pleasured release.



Twenty Four

The rescue team didn't break through until almost two. They
were surprised to find Wynter and Jimmy wearing their backpacks
and holding the trash that wouldn't fit in the packs.

Richard waited in the mine, trying to hold Dragon in place.
He fared only slightly better than Canute holding back the sea.
Angie, Keith, and Marti fidgeted at the entrance, in front of
several television cameras. Behind those waited Ron and Joe
Lopez, Ellen Carter, Kevin, Kenny, and Suzie, along with a few
other people Wynter knew and a lot of people she didn't. They
broke into applause when Wynter and Jimmy appeared. After a
tearful reunion, with the tears on the faces of the parents and
not the rescuees, the reporters began. The questions were brief,
and Wynter couldn't resist a grin when she saw the reporters
glance at Ron several times. One reporter asked Wynter about the
trash she was carrying. Wynter lectured her on the consequences
of being a litterbug.

When Ron cleared his throat the reporters suddenly found an
interest in interviewing the rescue team members who had found
them, the parents, Joe Lopez, the EMT medics, and anybody else,
including Kenny and Suzie. Wynter heard one reporter refer to
the latter as "the heroes who were responsible for the successful
rescue."

"Did you hear that?" Wynter whispered to Jimmy.

Jimmy nodded. "Yeah," he whispered. "I'm glad they aren't
being ignored."

Kenny had a different opinion when he finally got to hug the
rescuees and murmur in their ears. "I haven't been able to do
anything with Suzie since I left the hospital. I hope I never
have to speak or do anything with those asshole reporters ever
again."

Wynter was so grateful for what Kenny had risked to save her
from what Will and Dick had planned that she kissed him right on
the lips, stunning Kenny so much that it was several seconds
before he put on his Patented Shit-Eating Grin. One television
crew caught it. Word got around and the other crews wanted her
to re-enact the kiss for them. Kenny, naturally, was only too
happy to help out his best friends, the reporters.

Then they wanted Jimmy and Suzie to re-enact their kiss,
even though the two had only hugged each other. At the
reporters' urging they staged the kiss, but neither's heart was
in it. Wynter scowled at that, not because Jimmy was kissing
Suzie, but because the reporters had created a fake incident for
their stories. She wondered how much other news she'd seen was
also faked.

Kevin Taylor saw no obvious problems with the rescuees but
had them moved to the hospital for a quick check-up. The four
friends rode in the ambulance together after a short argument
with parents who didn't want to be separated from the rescuees.
The parents relented when Kenny explained that it was a medical
necessity in case they went into "stress-related post-traumatic
collapse followed by dissociative hallucinations, advanced
cardiac arrhythmia, gastric reflux, hyperaccelerated flatulence,
non-cognitive rejection of peripheral stimuli, and a bunch of
other crap." Keith shook his head as if to clear it and said
that he hoped Kenny never went into politics.

Kenny and Suzie each told them what the other had done after
the cave-in, and for the first time they heard about Suzie's
tirade to Judge Wilson. This time Jimmy meant it when he kissed
her, and Wynter hugged her so tight that she thought she wouldn't
be able to breathe. But she glowed with the sudden attention and
adulation.

They erupted from the ambulance, did a group hug, and then
marched size-by-side in random order through the Emergency Room
door. Wynter caught Ellen Carter as she entered a minute later
and took her aside for a quick question.

Ellen gave her a sly smile. "No, I don't expect you'll even
have to undress. So, Jimmy is your Dusty now?"

Wynter giggled. "Yeah. He's my boyfriend. How was your
trip with Dusty?"

"Oh, we had a lot of fun. I suspect you had more than us,
though, and we weren't even stranded."

Wynter's knowing smirk could be equalled by few of the grown
women Ellen knew. "As long as you know you're going to be
rescued, you should try it."

Ellen shifted into professional mode, knowing it was the
best way to ask the next question. "What about birth control?"

Wynter also shifted. "It wasn't necessary this time.
Mother Nature's timely birth control started five or six hours
ago."

Ellen snorted a laugh at the term combined with the
professional voice and shook her head. "You're going to be more
like Kevin than Richard when you're a doctor, you know. But what
about next week?"

"I think Daddy knows I'll need it, and I think he's okay
with that. We've already discussed what might happen if Jimmy
and I decided to engage in sexual activities. I'm not sure about
Mother, though."

Ellen glanced to see Kevin Taylor approaching with the four
anxious parents and patted Wynter's arm. "If he needs help
convincing her, have him call me."

The physicals were mercifully short. Kevin knew exactly how
the parents felt and didn't want to prolong the separation one
second more than was necessary.

~ ~ ~

Kenny had warned them that all four were the talk of the
school. The reporters were gone, but the incessant questions
from everybody at school the next day, from their classmates and
teachers to the lunchroom workers and even the janitor, more than
filled that void. By the end of the week they were mostly left
alone, though both Wynter and Jimmy noticed that girls seemed to
be paying more attention to Kenny now. Some asked to see his
bruised legs and hugged him after he complied. And word of
Suzie's tirade had directed more attention from boys to her.
Suzie, however, had eyes only for Kenny, and he seemed to have
eyes only for her. At least, that's how he acted when she was
around.

By the end of the month things were back to normal, except
for the attitudes toward Kenny and Suzie. Wynter and Jimmy were
happy that both were finally being treated as people. Jimmy was
especially grateful to see that nobody picked on Kenny now.

People grew used to seeing Wynter and Jimmy holding hands or
standing side-by-side with an arm around each other. Unlike with
Kenny and Suzie, they never saw a furtive grope when either
thought nobody was looking. But it was clear that each couple
was boyfriend and girlfriend. Some of the boys teased Jimmy,
apparently out of jealousy of his relationship with one of the
prettiest girls in the school, but Jimmy eventually noticed that
the teasing stopped if Kenny was with him. He told Wynter that
he couldn't stand the thought of having to call Kenny his
"guardian Angel."

The four friends were seen together so often that people
began calling them "The Hargus Four," and soon just "The Four."

Kenny cornered Jimmy at school a few days later when both
were alone and asked in a low voice, "So how do Wynter's tits
compare to Suzie's? Since I saved your life, it's only fair that
you tell me."

Jimmy snorted. "It's not fair to Wynter if I tell you what
hers look like."

Kenny finally had confirmation of what he'd suspected. "So
you _have_ seen them!" He was barely able to keep his voice down
where others couldn't overhear him.

"What do you care? You have Suzie's to play with, I have
Wynter's. I'm happy with what I have, and you should be happy
with what you have."

"Hey, just because I have a Playstation doesn't mean I don't
want to check out an Xbox."

Jimmy frowned at him. "X-_box_? Is that a joke at Wynter's
expense?"

Kenny was puzzled for a moment, then made the connection.
The Patented Shit-Eating Grin arose. "Oh! Hey, that was a good
one! No, I was just making a comparison while talking about her
tits, but I don't mind if you tell me what her box looks like,
too. That's something else of Suzie's you've seen, you know."

Jimmy gave him a Patented Shit-Eating Smirk. "Yeah, I know.
That's how life is: you get to be the hero, I get to see the
girls' charms. Life's a bitch and then you die without ever
knowing what Wynter's look like. It's not easy being a putz, is
it?"

Jimmy decided that having Wynter for his girlfriend was the
only thing better that day than revenge. And Kenny couldn't even
detonate because other people, including a couple of teachers,
would hear him.

~ ~ ~

Angie explained to Kevin that she wanted Wynter on the pill
because someone might try to rape her again but be successful the
next time. She knew in her heart Kevin didn't believe that, but
he was gracious enough to pretend that he did. Whenever she felt
anxiety about Wynter's sexual relationship with Jimmy she quelled
it with a reminder that it was distracting her away from Richard.

On the days that Angie was in Denver, Richard kept finding
excuses to be either downstairs or completely out of the house
after school. Both Wynter and Jimmy agreed that her bed was much
better than the floor of the mine shaft, but they also decided
that her desk chair wasn't bad, either, especially when she sat
in his lap and held him inside her. Neither was her desk when
she sat on the edge of it and put her heels on Jimmy's shoulders
as he stood in front of her and thrust. And that was almost as
good as when he had her bend over while standing and did her from
behind.

The latter happened on a Thursday. The next night was
Friday, Richard's night.

"Nobody's eaten my pussy all day," she grumbled as he slid
next to her on the bed.

"Really? Well, what about yesterday?"

She closed her eyes, smiled, and said, "Aaaahhhh...."

"Oh really?" Richard tweaked a nipple, causing her to jump
and giggle. "Well, I'll see if I can do as well." He gave her a
father-daughter kiss and then kissed his way down her body,
burying his face in her sweet, wet pussy.

She decided it was a pretty darned close second.

~ ~ ~

On September 20th, Suzie began serious training for the
spring swim meets. Kenny swam some laps, too, but mostly waited
for an opportunity to slip his fingers through the leg opening of
her swimsuit and into her.

On the same day, Mrs. Evers loaned Kenny the _Beyond Words_
album by Exchange. She said that since they'd been trapped in
the dark together, they might like "Into the Night." Within a
week they were doing a good version of it, with Wynter on the
piano and Jimmy on his synthesizer.

The first time they heard "Stonewalk," she turned sparkling
eyes to Jimmy and said, "That'd be good background music for
doing it doggie style." Jimmy tentatively agreed, but said he
needed to run a laboratory test to confirm the conclusion.
Wynter locked his door, hopped onto his bed, and pushed her jeans
and panties to her knees. By the time the piece was over, Jimmy
was convinced.

But it was the romantic-sounding "No Borders" which became
"Our Song." They agreed that no borders would ever separate the
two of them or divide their love for each other. Jimmy said that
it would be worth learning the guitar just to play that with her.
Unfortunately, they would still need a bass player and a drummer.

~ ~ ~

On the last day of September, William Wilson the Third
resigned his post as a District Judge and moved to the west
coast.

The Sarrell family had moved to parts unknown a week
earlier.

~ ~ ~

When Jimmy arrived on October 11th to work on a project for
Mr. Shelby's science class, he was treated to a flute recital
along with Wynter's parents. Wynter said that his idea of
"feeling the music in her fingers" had helped her overcome her
mental block and allowed her to relax and enjoy the music as she
played it. She rewarded him with a cartoon of the two of them
opening a mummy case. Inside the case were Kenny and Suzie,
complaining that couldn't find any place to make out where they
wouldn't be interrupted. Both of her parents howled at the look
of exasperation on Suzie's face and frustration on Kenny's.

Later, in her room, she rewarded Jimmy with a different kind
of flute recital.

~ ~ ~

October twenty-sixth fell on a Sunday. The McCauleys hosted
a joint birthday party for the two new twelve-year-olds, Jimmy
and the younger-by-eight-hours Kenny. Several of their friends
from school attended, an even number of boys and girls. The
girls decided to have a contest to see whether Jimmy or Kenny was
the better kisser. Jimmy was hesitant, but before he could speak
Kenny agreed for both of them. To his surprise Wynter told him
he should go ahead.

She rested her wrists on his shoulders. "This way you get
to see that you made the right choice," she explained.

When he tried to tell her he already knew that, she
countered with, "This is the laboratory experiment to confirm
that your theoretical data is correct. Now, go sit over there
beside Kenny and pucker up."

He gave her a short kiss and whispered, "I love you."

"I know," she said with a big smile as the touched his shirt
over the arrowhead. "That's why I'm not worried."

Suzie seemed a little hesitant at first, until she noticed
that Wynter wasn't bothered by the idea. "Okay," she said in
Kenny's ear. "Just don't enjoy it _too_ much."

"I promise I won't enjoy it too much," he replied and
crossed his heart. Suzie never thought to ask whether Kenny's
idea of "too much" was the same as her own.

The girls held a conference afterward. They decided the
results were inconclusive and that they should repeat the
contest. After two more repeats they finally decided that Kenny
won by one vote. A couple of the boys said that they sure didn't
want to have _that_ contest at their birthday parties. The rest
began counting their remaining days on their fingers.

The party ended at three. The Four wished the others
farewell and then collapsed in the McCauleys' living room while
Keith and Marti watched a movie in the family room. Kenny looked
at the cartoon Wynter had given him. He thought he looked rather
dashing as Indiana Jones. He had a whip in one hand and shovel
in the hand of the arm around Suzie, as Marion Ravenwood, while
he protected her from the snakes in the Well of the Souls.
Wynter had had trouble deciding whether Jimmy should be Sallah or
Marcus Brody. She finally settled on Sallah because he was at
the tomb site. Since there were no other primary female
characters in the movie, she'd drawn herself as the monkey, but
with a blonde ponytail. Wynter had captioned it, "Colorado
Taylor and the Raiders of the Lost Mine."

Marti McCauley was responsible for the cartoon. Indiana
Jones was one of the ideas she'd considered for Keith's birthday
present before settling on Humphrey Bogart as Rick from
"Casablanca", with Marti as Ilsa. Fortunately, that was one of
her parents' favorite movies, and Wynter was able to ask for
their help in choosing a scene. Since "Casablanca" was in black
& white, she did the cartoon the same way, her first attempt at
using ink, much to the delight of the McCauleys. Keith still
greeted her with "Here's lookin' at you, kid!"

Suzie had given Jimmy a small statue of a mounted knight
with a lance. "That," she had whispered in his ear, "is to
remind you to keep your 'lance' up for Wynter while you're being
shiverous for her." Then she gave him a quick kiss and said that
was to help.

Suzie had given Kenny a plaque. One of her father's
co-workers at the bank did woodworking as a hobby. It was an
ornate, beautifully detailed walnut shield with a folding shovel
in the center, Kenny's name arched across the top, and "Hero"
across the bottom.

Wynter curled up next to Jimmy on the sofa, careful to keep
her shoes off the seat, and rested her chin on her crossed hands
atop his shoulder while he paged through his new book on mummies.
He finally turned bright eyes to her, grinned and nodded, and
then whispered that he loved her before giving her a kiss.

Kenny, sitting on the love seat with Suzie, one arm snaked
around her and caressing the side of her breast with his hidden
hand, perked up. "Did I just hear the 'L' word? _OW!_"

Suzie grinned and then punched his arm a second time.
"Don't you dare make fun of them, you dolt! It wouldn't hurt you
to use that word with me more often, you know."

"Yeah," he whispered back. "I do love you, you know." He
glanced toward Wynter and Jimmy and saw them smiling back at him.
He groaned, knowing they'd heard him.

Jimmy looked at his watch. "We hate to kick you out, but
we're going to Wynter's house now."

Kenny frowned. "What are you going to do there that you
can't do here?"

Suzie punched his arm a third time. "What do you think, you
dolt?"

Kenny rolled his eyes, while Jimmy made eyeglasses circles
in front of his with his fingers. "_Earth to Kenny! Duh!_"

Wynter kissed Jimmy and rose. She put her head between
Kenny's and Suzie's and whispered so softly as to be almost
inaudible, "Mother and Daddy went shopping in Denver. They're
having supper at some place Daddy took her when he was in
college. They'll be back really late."

Suzie and Kenny exchanged glances. He raised an eyebrow.
She grinned and nodded, and Kenny whispered, "Can we sorta tag
along? Mother and Dad are having some Doctor Brees from Boston
over for dinner. He's trying to get a job at the hospital. And
Suzie's folks are having the Jacksons over. I'd, um, we'd like
to have a little action time to ourselves, too. And besides,
we're still waiting for an opportunity to shower together."

"_What?_" Wynter flinched when she realized she spoken
aloud. Very much aloud.

"Oh, come on. Please? You know I'd let you guys if it were
at my place."

Wynter shook her head and tapped her foot. "You just want a
chance to get a look at my tits," she whispered.

"No, I don't. Honest!" he whispered as he crossed his
heart. "I wanna have some fun with Suzie _and_ look at your
tits."

In the end Kenny and Suzie won. They decided to leave
Kenny's presents at Jimmy's house, and he would pick them up on
his way home.

By the time they reached Wynter's house they had decided
that Kenny and Suzie could use the spare bedroom. "If there's
any problem, I'll just blame it on Aunt Dumb and Uncle Bozo,"
Wynter explained. "Nobody'd argue with that."

After they greeted Dragon and removed their coats, Kenny
shoved his tongue down Suzie's throat and his right hand down the
back of her jeans.

"Geez!" Jimmy moaned while Wynter closed and bolted the
door. "Don't you two have any self-control at all?"

"Unh-uh," grunted Kenny as he pulled the front of Suzie's
blouse out of her jeans and ran his free hand up under it. He
pulled his head back long enough to ask, "Don't you think you've
made your girlfriend wait long enough?" and then tried to resume
kissing while Suzie laughed and agreed with him. Then her tongue
exploded into his mouth and she started fumbling with his zipper.

Wynter circled her arms around Jimmy's neck. "Kenny's right
for a change. I think I have waited long enough." She pulled
his face to hers. Some seconds or hours later he realized she
was squeezing his butt and he was moaning softly as her tongue
fought back-and-forth with his. He kissed his way free and
together they turned to face Kenny and Suzie.

They were watching, of course. Both were wearing Kenny's
Patented Shit-Eating Grin as they stood there with her jeans
unbuttoned, her blouse open, and Kenny's left hand shoved up
under a bra cup and moving. Her eyes glazed over, and she cooed
at whatever his right hand was doing down the back of her jeans.
"We didn't want to interrupt you since it sounded as if you were
having a really great time," Kenny said. "We were going to give
you thirty seconds more and then use the couch."

"Smarty pants!" Wynter said and stuck out her tongue.

The Patented Shit-Eating Grin widened. "Hey! Is that in
invitation for a French kiss?"

"Sure is," she said. "For Jimmy. Let's go upstairs before
you scare Dragon."

Suzie giggled and pointed. "You think he can walk with that
stiffy?"

Wynter shrugged and pointed at Kenny's crotch. "I know
Jimmy can if he can."

~ ~ ~

Jimmy reached up to cup his hands around the soft, firm
mounds with their hard little berries while Wynter rode him. She
threw her head back and moaned deep in her throat and then
convulsed several times. She moaned louder when he lifted his
head to suck and flutter his tongue over one of her nipples.
After the throbbing around his dick stopped, he lowered his head
to the pillow and gave her his special nod and grin.

Wynter braced her hands on his shoulders and let her head
sag while she gasped for air. Her long blonde hair cascaded over
her shoulders.

"You know," he observed, "I really do love seeing you in
your ponytail, but you're just as beautiful with your hair down."

She clamped her cunny tighter around him and smiled. "You'd
say you liked seeing me bald if I were," she accused.

"I doubt it. Then I couldn't run my fingers through your
hair."

She straightened, took one of his hands, and placed his
fingers on her cornsilk patch. "Here's a substitute," she said
with a giggle.

She jumped when Suzie shrieked, "_KENNY!_" and broke up in a
fit of laughter. "What the heck do you think they're doing in
there?" she asked, frowning down at him.

He slid his finger to her clitty and tickled it while he
humped up into her hot wetness several times. "They're trying to
have as much fun as I'm having, but I doubt they are."

"Ooooh!" She wiggled her butt. "I sure don't see how they
could."

A loud banging on the door startled both of them and caused
Dragon to jump to his feet. Wynter called him over to the side
of the bed and told him to sit.

"Hey! Give it a rest and open up, you two!"

"Yeah!" agreed Suzie. "Take a break. You don't wanna wear
him out too early."

"C'mon, open up!"

"Yeah! C'mon! It's important!"

Wynter slid off of Jimmy's erection and pulled on a tee
shirt as he turned down the covers.

More banging. "Hey! Come up for air! You shouldn't muff
dive that long without scuba gear!"

"Yeah! You might get Ben's or something."

They slid into bed and pulled up the covers. "_Okay!_"
Wynter said in a very annoyed tone. "Come in before you break
the door hinges."

Wynter and Jimmy were astonished when one naked
barely-twelve-year-old and one naked still-eleven-year-old burst
into the room. Suzie towed Kenny by his built-in leash.

"Aw, man!" whined Kenny. "You covered 'em up!"

"I told you she would, you dolt," Suzie said with that look
of righteous certainty that women get when they have been proven
correct. It was a strange look when combined with the hickey
opposite her birthmark and the thin, wet, matted hairs plastered
to her glistening thigh and the pearly drop seeping from between
her pudgy lower lips.

"Look out!" Jimmy said, pointing at Suzie's cunny. "You're
gonna drip cum on the carpet."

Suzie surprised them all by glancing down while hunching her
pussy forward, scraping a crooked index finger across her pussy
lips, and popping finger with its collected liquid into her
mouth. She smiled and swallowed.

"What the heck to you two want?" Jimmy sounded very upset to
Wynter. She glanced at his ears, expecting to see steam venting.

"Hey, we need a ruler!"

"Yeah!" Suzie agreed. "Kenny thinks his stiffy has finally
started growing." She glanced down to the erection in her fist.
"We need to check it out."

Wynter shook her head as the naked couple moved between
Jimmy and Wynter's desk. "You couldn't just get one from Daddy's
office?"

"We didn't want to mess with his stuff," Kenny explained.
"And besides, I knew I wouldn't get to see your tits in his
office."

She crossed her arms over her covered breasts, so that he
couldn't see even their outline. "You won't get to see them in
here, either."

"Shit." He shook his head. "Well, we need the ruler
anyway."

Wynter sighed in exasperation and pointed to her desk. She
and Jimmy watched in morbid fascination as Suzie grabbed the
ruler and then placed it on top of Kenny's erection. "Is this
right?" Suzie asked.

"It's faster if I do it," he said, marking the spot with a
thumbnail and then letting out a whoop. "_YES! Almost a quarter
of an inch!_"

"We're thrilled for you," Jimmy said in a dry voice. "You
wanna get outta here now, so we can get back to what we were
doing before we were so crudely interrupted?"

Suzie held the ruler toward him with a grin. "You want to
check yours?"

"No!"

Suzie straightened as if she'd been insulted. "I was gonna
let Wynter measure it for you, you dolt."

"I don't need to measure it," Wynter said. "It's just
right."

Jimmy gave her a grin and then changed it to a smirk as he
glanced at Kenny. "I guess you'll let us know when it's big
enough for Suzie, won't you, putz? Until then, get the hell
out."

Suzie wrapped her hand around it again and pumped it twice.
"Well, what do you know about that? It's perfect right now!
Let's go put it to good use." She turned and led the way to the
door.

"Hey, Kenny," Jimmy said as the door was almost closed.

Kenny stopped and pushed the door open. "What?"

Jimmy smirked. "If I were you, I'd get used to her leading
you around by your dick."

Wynter laughed and then whispered in Jimmy's ear. He
grinned and nodded while Kenny called him an asshole and again
pulled the door toward himself.

"Hey, Kenny," Wynter said as the door was almost closed.

He sighed, pushed the door open, and half-snarled, "What?"

Wynter grabbed the bottom of her tee shirt and pulled it up
for precisely one second. She tugged it back down and said,
"Don't go away mad. Bye!"

Suzie had to tell him to shut his mouth and close the door.

Twice.

~ ~ ~

The next day, Kenny asked Wynter if she'd draw the _Studman_
cartoon for him. She listened to what he wanted and then
explained the difference between a caricature and a blatant lie.

~ ~ ~

November twenty-third was also on a Sunday. The
thunderstorm, while unusual during a snow storm, wasn't unheard
of, but it closed Wizard Basin. The temperature almost rose to
zero outside. In the Middletons' basement, Suzie's birthday
party was quite warm and cozy. Suzie was almost glad that the
closure of Wizard Basin meant she couldn't have a skiing party.
She'd had Kenny invite her to go skiing the day before, and she
was still recovering from that heavy day of activity, both on and
off the slope. She wasn't too tired to dance, but she spent the
least amount of time on the dance floor.

Since there was only one guest of honor on her birthday, the
boys decided that Suzie would get to decide which of them was the
best kisser. She received a round of applause when Kenny kissed
her and she warped her face, saying, "Oh, _YUCK!_"

Kenny promised to "get" her after that, but she wasn't
worried. All she had to do was whisper that she was horny and
he'd do anything she asked. She did just that after everyone had
left, and he muff dived her on the basement couch. Then he did
her standing up and leaning over the back of the couch. Next she
sat on the back of the couch until he got it inside her. Then
she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his
waist and he stood in the middle of the floor and did her.

After that he forgot all about "getting" her.

~ ~ ~

On the day before Thanksgiving a "Sold" sign appeared in the
yard of the former Hamilton house.

~ ~ ~

The morning of Saturday the twentieth of December was clear
and sunny, but the barometer was falling. More snow was
predicted to start that night and to continue through Wynter's
birthday on Monday. The Four met at Kenny's house to celebrate
the Christmas break from school. They worked together to build a
large snowman and then built two snow forts for a snowball fight.
Suzie proved to have deadly accuracy and was steadily pounding
Wynter and Jimmy when a moving van turned the corner at Seabridge
Trail and crept down the street. After it passed them the driver
switched on his turn signals and pulled alongside the left curb,
stopping at the old Hamilton place.

A Mercedes SUV with a Massachusetts license plate drove
past. In the back seat, behind the man driving, elbow on the arm
rest and chin in her hand, sat a pretty girl with long red hair.
She looked like she'd have to cheer up to cry. The Four waved at
her. Her face exploded into a round-cheeked, bright smile and
she furiously waved back, turning to keep waving at them until
the vehicle pulled into the driveway behind the moving van. She
jumped out of the vehicle and waved again, until her mother said
something to her. Her arm dropped, her head lowered, and she
trudged into the house.

Wynter and Jimmy joined the opposition at their fort on the
end of the yard closest to the new neighbors. Suzie spoke first.
"She's beautiful!"

"Yeah," Jimmy agreed. "But I don't think I've ever seen a
sadder face on anybody in my life."

Wynter put an arm around Jimmy and leaned against him. "Did
you see how she cheered up when she saw us? I think we should
ask her to join us."

Suzie snorted. "Do you think her stupid mother would let
her? She sure seemed like a stupid bitch to me the way she
barked at her when she got out of the car."

Jimmy turned his head to Wynter. "Maybe you should invite
her to your birthday party."

"Yeah!" Suzie said. "We should go meet her and find out
what she's like. Then you could invite another boy so she
wouldn't be the only one by herself. Right, Kenny?"

But Kenny hadn't heard a single word anyone had said. He
was still standing wide-eyed and slack-jawed, staring down the
street at where the gorgeous little redhead had waved at _him!_

Kevin Kenneth Taylor, Junior, was completely, totally,
hopelessly head-over-heels in love.

--
Copyright 2005 Russell Hoisington

Wynter's adventures will continue in "Wynter and Cinnamon."

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