It was hot that summer in the desert and she knew the guys would be camping out next to the pond beneath the trees on their property. The breeze coming off the hill and over the water brought the feeling of the cooling sea. Even so the temperature was about 90 degrees.
The guys had a small fire built to scare away the mosquitoes and they were all huddled in the tipi in spite of the oppressing heat. As she came into their view, she whipped off her shirt, her cut-offs, and panties. “Let’s go for a swim!” she shouted with exuberance. No one moved.
She jumped into the liquid greenish mung, her feet bounding off the slippery bottom, and launched herself back out immediately. Yuck! This water was gross. Still, it did cool her off. She sat there in the circle with nothing on, smoking the joint that was offered and taking a swig off of somebody’s beer.
They talked about music, politics, philosophy… as college intellectuals do. No one really cared if she was naked or what. They were used to her antics. She had been dating one of the guys seriously for some time now. But Dylan was more in love with her than she was with him.
He brought her flowers – daisies and yellow roses, wrote her poems, and played at “Joseph and Mary” as he led her on the back of his horse through the wash. She appreciated this, but what stimulated her mind did not have the same affect in the bedroom. He just didn’t have any game. And plus his penis was entirely too small… really small, like a boy. Still, she liked to hang out with him and his brothers.
She even liked to hang out with Dylan’s father who was a sturdy liberal with his fingers in local politics and the newspaper business. One night Dylan came home to find her smoking cigars and drinking brandy with his father. He didn’t know who he was more angry with, and he huffed out and sequestered himself in the apartment over the barn.
She stayed long enough to help the old man with the dishes and such and then crept up the ladder into the apartment and made it up to him. His whole cock fit easily into her mouth and he was a hair trigger, so it was over quickly.
But at the pond when everyone seemed to be asleep, she fucked his friend in the heat of the night and then jumped into the pond again. Over the course of a year, she had short affairs with both his brothers and all of his friends. Still, he couldn’t get her off his mind and invited her to spend the weekend with him at his new college digs.
From the minute she walked in, he was all over her… rubbing up against her, telling her he loved her, “No matter what you do to me, I’ll always love you,” he said to her with tears streaming down his face. She wasn’t really doing anything to him specifically. It was just him imagining something more than what was there.
He begins dry humping her while she is sitting on the bed and he can’t stop himself . He is crying and proclaiming his love and humping her thigh as they lay half reclined on some pillows. She is being nice, but not really responding. After a few minutes, he comes all over himself and it is a mess. Now he is pissed.
“I hate you, I really hate you,” he hisses as he looks down at his saturated crotch area. She looks at him quizzically as she pops her gum and he storms out of the room.
A couple of weeks later, she is back at his house smoking cigars with his dad again. Dylan sits opposite her glaring and then leaves in a huff. She spends the night at the ranch in his room, but he doesn’t return. She has to pee, but she is wary about stepping outside because she has smelled a skunk, so she pees in a trash can, but forgets to empty it in the morning. She never sees him again.
(First published 9/22/11)
