She listened for the sound of Eileen's Jeep starting up. But instead the back door opened and her friend reappeared. "I forgot to tell you. One of the teens from the hotel is coming by to chop some wood for me. Just tell him to do whatever he feels like. I'll pay him the next time I'm down at Misty Waters."

Before she could stop herself, Jean started to tremble. She could only hope that Eileen didn't notice. "Oh…"

"What's the matter? It doesn't bother you that Randy is coming by, does it?" Eileen munched hungrily on a cookie.

"No… I just thought I'd be alone, that's all."

"Don't worry about Randy. He's a very sweet guy. He'll be so quiet you won't even know he's here. Except for the chopping, that is." Eileen giggled and waved a gay good-bye from the door. "See you later, Jean."

"Yeah… see you later."

Jean listened to the Jeep's engine roar and fade away. She stood motionless in the kitchen for a long time, trying to fathom what was about to happen. That guy – she was sure it would be the same one she had watched Eileen screw – would be here, alone, with her. The blonde tried to rationalize why the prospect frightened her so much.

Jean realized she did not trust herself alone with the handsome youth. After all she had seen… Eileen sucking his cock… Eileen recklessly riding his cock to raging climax… how could she not think of those things every time she looked at him? She knew her frustrated pussy was her own worst enemy at the moment.

She thought about taking the row boat out by herself. She thought about walking down to Misty Waters. She found an argument against every alternative. It would look strange if she did anything ambitious after saying she wanted to laze all day. The guy might leave without chopping the wood, and Eileen might get upset.