As though she'd sensed Pat's eyes were staring at her, the girl suddenly turned in the spray of water and stood full-front with her legs spread far apart. Between her thighs was a dark jungle of hair that at the moment was dripping water in a little puddle below her body. When all that hair was dried and fluffed up, Pat suspected it would be even more thickly tangled and soft to press against one's mouth than even June's was. Her throat bobbed violently as she imagined what it would be like to nuzzle her mouth up against that furry hole and slide her tongue into the warmth of Roxanne's cunt.

"I wonder what she tastes like…?" she found herself thinking, then quickly regretted the thought as she saw a sudden flash of what seemed to be recognition dart across Roxanne's face.

Was it possible, she wondered, that the girl knew the score and had already pegged her as a secret lesbian? If Roxanne was really as worldly and sophisticated as she wanted people to think, it was almost a certainty that she knew there were women in the world who had no use for men and craved only other women's bodies for their lovemaking. Pat herself had made this discovery at fourteen, with her gym teacher in high school, so she knew it wouldn't be a far-fetched conclusion to suppose Roxanne might have had a similar experience by the age of sixteen or seventeen. Perhaps several.

"What's running through that cynical little mind of hers, I wonder?" Pat asked herself, as she kept her eyes on the girl. "Does she know about me? Does she just suspect, maybe, and plans on watching me as closely as I'll be watching her this summer?"

She wondered, but it was impossible to tell by that strange smile on Roxanne's face just what she might be thinking. Unless the girl was a lesbian herself, however, Pat doubted that she'd have picked up on her own sexual preference. She knew well enough that to the average person's eye she was no different from any other good-looking college girl.