Chapter 21

For about a week after my chest got sunburned, I just hid in my room, kept covered up, and slept a lot. After I finally stopped looking and feeling like a broiled lobster, things went along pretty well for quite a while. Gary and I were in love, our parents were treating both of us well, school was out, and Gary had use of a car daily, so our life was good. After experiencing the relative luxury of having sex in an actual bed a few times, fooling around in his car started feeling pretty awkward and cramped, particularly in the heat of the summer. We could go to his uncle's house now and then when we knew that he would be gone, but most of the time, Gary's car was the only private place we had.

We eventually got tired of the drive-in movie, so we had tried parking in some of local "lover's lanes", but found that there were usually enough other kids doing the same thing that we had no more privacy than at the drive-in. Finally Gary located a deserted road not too far from his house that we thought nobody else knew about. There was a faint dirt track that led from the paved road back into the woods to a place where a house had been years ago. The house had been torn down, but a trace of road still let us drive through the bushes and trees to a clearing. The road could barely be seen in the daytime, and it was invisible at night. We started going there several nights a week, spreading a big blanket under some tall pine trees where the thick pine straw on the ground was almost like a mattress. We would lay there naked on the blanket, watching the stars, swatting mosquitoes, and doing whatever came naturally. We came to think of it as our secret place, but we found out the hard way that it was not secret.

That night we told my parents that we were going to a movie, but we drove out to the old house place instead. We parked the car, got the blanket out of the trunk, and spread it out in our usual spot under the pines. Our sexual activity had settled into sort of a routine: we sat there for a while talking as we took off our shoes. I casually stood up, unzipped my dress, shrugged it off shoulders, folded it neatly on the blanket, and sat back down in my bra and panties. Gary pulled his polo shirt off, and then unhooked my bra and I put it with my dress. We cuddled up, just enjoying that wonderful skin-to-skin feeling of intimacy. I loved the feeling of my breasts against his bare chest, and I liked to spend some time kissing and rubbing my nipples against his chest before moving on to more intense activity. Gary shifted position to sort of cradle me in his arms while he began to lick my nipples. It was heavenly, and I just relaxed and enjoyed the sensation of his tongue on my breasts. They were still growing and were very, very sensitive. I slipped my hand into my panties and began warming myself up down there in anticipation of more interesting things come.

Suddenly I heard the sharp crack of a stick breaking nearby. I just had time to sit up on the blanket when bright lights hit us, and we heard a deep voice say "Police... don't anybody move! Put your hands on your heads! Don't move!" There was a bright light shining in my eyes, and I couldn't see a thing. In spite of what the cop said, Gary shifted around behind me and put his arms around me protectively.

The cops kept yelling at us to put hands on our heads, and after a few moments we both did. One of them kept his light shining in our faces, while the other cop opened Gary's car door and apparently looked around inside. We were blinded by the light, and couldn't see a thing, but we could hear them both moving around and muttering. We were both keeling on the blanket, our hands on our heads. All I had on was my panties; Gary still had his jeans on. The other cop would shine his light on us now and then, and in retrospect, I guess he was taking a good look at me. Except for the terrified expression on my face, my teenage body was probably the best thing that he had seen in a long time. (Nubile is the correct description of me at that age) The flashlights kept coming back to shine on me. My tits had been fully exposed at first, but after a minute I covered up my chest with my hair, but my nipples still poked through. Gary and I were petrified at first, but gradually we started breathing again. After what seemed like forever, Gary politely asked if I could get dressed, but was harshly told to shut up and keep still.

Apparently, the cops searched Gary's car and my purse pretty thoroughly, probably looking for alcohol or drugs. After checking the registration and finding nothing more sinister in the car than a hairbrush, they finally asked Gary for his driver's license. Every so often, the flashlight would flick over to me; the cop would take a good look at my skinny teenage nakedness, and then go back to his business. At the time it seemed like they had been there an hour, but it was probably only five minutes. I was trembling. Five minutes is an eternity when you are naked with your hands on your head, trying to think of what you are going to tell your mother when you call her from jail. I was acutely aware that my nipples were hard and erect, and despite my attempts to cover my chest with my long hair, my breasts were very visible to the cops, who were obviously enjoying the view.