"Jason, please listen… I just have to try to reach Mark… on the intercom…" But her words were belied by her actions, as she relinquished herself up to his powerful embrace and he showered her face and neck with kisses of fumbling adolescent fervor. Her loins were growing warm and she wavered in his embrace as though she was caught between breaking away and giving herself over completely to the unexpected pleasurable sensations. Sensing her weakening resistance, Jason rolled her over on the pillow so she was on her back, and he gripped her ankles to spread them apart. Beneath the crotch of her short shorts, the boy saw tiny dark tendrils of her soft curling pubic hair, wisping out around the folded cuffs of the leg-bands.

Natalie tried again to regain some semblance of demeanor. She vaguely thought she should close her thighs, but her body strangely ignored her commands. Instead, her body seemed to be controlling her brain, sending lewd messages to taunt her conscience. Ooooooh, how long has it been? God, Mark and I haven't made love… oh, God! Is it really two weeks? She gazed glassy-eyed at the youth standing over her, watching with a dazed expression while he hastily removed the khaki shorts and the screen-printed T-shirt of the camp's hiking uniform. Her eyes traveled hungrily over his naturally golden-skinned muscular form and a tingle of forbidden excitement coursed through her as she sensed the power in his young body. Then she involuntarily shivered as her gaze fell on the thick, hard penis that stood out from beneath his flat stomach like a heavy, blunt spear. Natalie remembered how often she had looked at young boys in her classes in the city, secretly wondering just what their adolescent, undeveloped organs would look like. Perhaps half the size of Mark's, she had always thought, slimmer and shorter and maybe not as granite hard…