Chapter 3

The sun had set but it was still blue in the western sky, stars shone in the east as Ralph and Rose approached their cabin on Blue Lake. The humming of their little Evinrude made them both feel a little drowsy. They were also worn out from running errands and shopping all day, but a bit elevated by the beer they’d had with their supper. The light on the front porch had been turned on to guide them to the dock.

“Well it looks as if at least ONE of the kids must have survived to turn the light on. How do you think they managed today?” said Ralph as he cut the engine back to the lowest speed.

“Oh ... they’re good kids, I think Lucy just resents having Kevin here, I think she’s still mad that he bullied her 10 years ago when they were just children.” Rose said, “He won’t be here that long anyway. I wish they could get along better.”

At that very moment, the two kids in question were pulling on their clothes then sharing a deep, if hasty kiss before they rushed to the screen porch. They paused one more time before opening the front door for a quick embrace and a greedy last kiss.

“Mmmm ... tastes like chicken.” Lucy said tasting the flavor of the meal they had just shared. Kevin laughed, but stopped before his aunt and uncle could hear him.

As they approached the dock his tone changed to one of annoyance. He said loudly, “Lucy! I’m telling you! I can handle the groceries!”

“Sure you can, but then who’s gonna help Dad with the oars and the gas can. You let Mom and me handle the groceries, we know where they go!” Lucy said as they moved onto the dock just as the boat pulled alongside.

“So you’re BOTH alive, thank heavens. Have you two been going at it all day?” Aunt Rose said, not noticing the kids quickly stifling laughter to the point where it hurt.

She might have phrased her comment a little differently if she’d known that the two had spent most of the day naked in the cabin “exploring nature” one might say. Kevin picked up the oars, gas can, and the life preservers as Ralph made the boat fast to the dock. Rose handed a bag of groceries to Lucy. Taking the other, everyone headed back to the cabin.

“Lucy, we brought you two some turtle sundaes from ‘The Tavern’. You best get to them before they start to melt. So how was the day really? Did you fight the whole time?” Rose asked.

“Well ... it wasn’t too bad. He was pretty helpful with the chores, he got the fridge and the dishes, I did the living room and the kitchen floor. We had the chicken for supper...” the two women headed to the kitchen. The two men to the boathouse, which was attached to Ralph’s little office, where he did most of his work in the summer.

Both parents prattled on about things of little consequence, the alcohol fueling their increased chattiness. The weren’t drunk by any means, just feelin’ good. As Kevin and Ralph entered the kitchen by the back door, Rose began to rave about Kevin’s work in the kitchen. She praised him for not cleaning “like a MAN” which was a terrible sin to her. She spoke of one of her great fears, which was that she would be laid up in the hospital, then to have to come home to a kitchen that looked “like a GARAGE”.

Kevin and Lucy set to consuming a glorious concoction of chocolate, caramel, candied pecans and ice cream. Lucy picked out her pecans and fed them to Kevin who was feeding her his caramel. Nobody seemed to notice that they were eating from each other’s silverware. It wasn’t long before the parents, complaining of exhaustion, retired for the night, much to the kids’ relief.

Less than a minute after the folks had gone the two were lip-locked again and groping beneath each other’s clothes. After a little while they pulled back from each other, panting. They sat down to finish their melted ice cream.

“God! I love that! You have the most perfect mouth, LucyLips.”

“I always thought my lips were too fat and ... flubbery.” she said, putting her finger between them and wiggling it to make a ridiculous noise.

“Ahh ... but you’ve never kissed you. I’ve kissed a few girls before, and you are something special.”

Eager to change the subject, embarrassed to BE the subject, she asked, “So how in the world has someone as attractive as you stayed a virgin for all these years?”

“Who said I was a virgin!” he demanded with artificial anger, “I’ll deck the bastard! I’ll ... okay you caught me. What gave me away?”

“Wasn’t it you who told me just last night that you’d NEVER kissed a girl, wasn’t that why you STOLE a kiss from me this morning? I ain’t complaining, mind you, but I figured that if you’d never been kissed that you’d probably never been laid either. Am I right?”

“Yes ... I can find no flaw in your logic. It must be true. The truth is that the girls I liked, or thought I would like, I was sorta scared of. Rejection is something I don’t want to experience. “The girls who liked ME I’ve never had anything in common with. They mostly wanted to show me off at parties anyway and I hate that! “You’re different though, you don’t WANT anything from me, you don’t expect me to play a part for others to see, you have yourself together so you don’t hafta cling to me, or remake me. You’re just right. I haven’t even THOUGHT about heading out to the swamp since I got here.”

Lucy chuckled and blushed, then got a deliciously wicked idea. “Hey! It’s been a hot and sweaty day, I feel like I’ve been SOAKING in a swamp. I wanta take a bath! See those buckets over there? Go out in the back, just on the other side of the hill there’s a pump, you know the kind with a handle? Fill’em up and bring’em back okay?”

Tempted by the thought of Lucy bathing, Kevin grabbed the pails and ran to the pump. It was pretty dark by now so he had to watch his footing. When he got to the tub room in the house Lucy was already there. She had clean towels, soap and shampoo ready.

“Dump them in the tub, then we’ll need one more to heat up on the stove.” Lucy said. Kevin poured the two buckets into the old-fashioned tub, then headed back to the kitchen.

When Lucy came out to the living room, Kevin was standing there in silence. She came up beside him and gave him a quizzical look.

“Listen” he said.

Lucy heard some bumping and moaning coming through the floor from the bedroom above. “Is that my parents? ... f-fucking?” she asked.

Kevin shrugged and grinned, then headed for the pump. When he brought the water back to the kitchen Lucy turned on the burner and he set the bucket on the stove.

“So that’s why they always sleep so good after shopping day. Well that’s just perfect, ‘cause we might make a little noise.” she said wiggling her eyebrows.

“Oh, good.” Kevin said. As the water heated, Lucy crawled up on his lap and put her arms around him.

“You gotta shave,” she said rubbing her cheek against his, “or my folks’ll think I’m getting a rash. Show me how you do that thing with your tongue again.” They had both learned a lot about kissing since that morning. All too soon the water started to hiss and steam. Breaking away from each other, Lucy grabbed the pail with oven mitts, Kevin went into his room to use his electric razor.

When he got to the tub room he saw that Lucy had turned off the electric light and lit three candles. He turned off the lights in the living room and stepped into the intimate darkness. Lucy was there wearing a floor length robe ... dark, with a small pattern printed on it. He felt inelegant in his T-shirt and shorts, until she came around the tub and, like a geisha, undressed him. She pulled his shorts all the way to the floor so that her face was almost level with his penis. She stared at it, smiling, as she rose to a standing position again, then looked into his eyes.

“Mmm ... Old Spice.” she smiled as he pulled her into his arms. She closed her eyes and leaned back her head making a gift of herself to him. He gladly and gratefully accepted. After a lingering, sweet kiss Kevin reached down and undid the belt of her robe. Pulling it off her shoulders, he let it drop to the bathmat, stood back for a moment to see her body, then crushed her to his chest. Lucy stood on tip-toe so that they were nipple to nipple, pubic hair brushing pubic hair. Again they kissed, Kevin gently probing her mouth with his tongue, feeling the moist smoothness of the inside of her lips and cheeks.

Lucy now opened her mouth to him, a technique they had invented just three hours ago, her tongue eager to share some of the sensations which were offered. After a feast of glorious feelings she stepped away from Kevin and into the tub, holding his hand and pulling him with her.

She guided him to a kneeling position in front of the tall backrest of the old tub. She had thoughtfully placed a couple of large washcloths on the bottom of the tub to cushion their knees. The water was warm and almost up to their hips as they embraced again, the flicker of candlelight making them seem to glow from within.

Slowly they picked up water in their hands and poured it on each other. The opportunity to touch and feel every part of the other feeding powerful emotions neither had experienced before. Lucy reached down beside the tub and brought up a large china coffee mug. She filled the cup, then tipped Kevin’s head back pouring the water over his hair. Passing the cup to him she squeezed some shampoo into her hand and lathered his hair, kneading her fingers into his scalp.