Chapter 4

I applied the liniment liberally to the left side of her lower back, following her instructions, and Tess emitted a couple of encouraging sighs tending to suggest that it was helping.

"Shouldn't it be applied a little lower as well?" I asked. It was clear to her I was talking about the area below the beltline of her Bermuda shorts.

"Maybe a little bit lower," Tess agreed. "But don't go more than three or four inches farther down from my -- from my waistline."

She loosened the Bermudas in the front and I allowed her to define the "three or four inches" by how far down she allowed the Bermudas to go.

It wasn't all that far, but a delicious curve of her lower left hip appeared. This was Tessian Territory I'd never before seen. Maybe, I thought, in the absence of future back spasms, I'd never see it again, either.

I guess it was nothing I might not have seen, say, at the pool back home (had I been a member, as Tess was, of the Country Club). It was nothing that would give the scene we were playing more than a "PG-13" rating in a feature film.

So how come my penis was suddenly hard enough to cut Swedish steel?

I ignored the blood flow leaving my brain and filling all the spongy sacs on my cock, and I dutifully -- almost primly -- applied the liniment to the area newly exposed to my view (and my touch).

"Do you want to put some kind of towel over it, or maybe an elastic bandage?" I asked her, when it didn't seem appropriate for me to rub any more Tessflesh.

"No. If it feels like it's all rubbed in pretty good, just stop," she said. So I just stopped, and made a nominal little upward pull of the beltline of the Bermudas, which Bermudas, regrettably, dutifully rose back up to waist-level again. Then, before Tess could do it for herself, I also, reluctantly, pulled the sweatshirt back down.

"Thank you," Tess said, raising her body slightly from the couch so as to re-attach the front of her Bermudas.

"My pleasure," I said. "... And I mean that quite literally."

Tess, it turned out, was a bit of a tease. Still lying prone beside me, she turned herself on her side, her breasts again bobbing in a liquid mass only inches from my eyes. "Am I making it hard for you?" she said with an impish expression on her face.

"It's been hard the whole time," I said. "It doesn't get any harder."

She gestured for me to move away from my position on the couch beside her. I rose, and she sat up with her feet on the floor. The impish expression was gone, and Tess was all seriousness again.

"Is this going to be a problem for us?" she asked me.

"What? You mean -- you mean the fact that I'm... sexually attracted... to you?"

"Oh, I knew you were sexually attracted to me since that first day on the course, back home," she said.

"So. You mean, am I going to go around all frustrated because I'm attracted to you and can't do anything about it -- right?"

"Yeah. I guess that's what I meant," she said.

"Well. I'm not gonna attack you. And I'm not gonna resign or something. You'll have to just give me bus fare home and throw me out, if I get too obnoxious."

"I don't expect you to get obnoxious. I know I'm not that overpoweringly sexy."

"You are, actually. You are overpoweringly sexy. But I happen to have incredible self-control."

"When it comes to sexy, you're not exactly the Hunchback of Notre Dame yourself, you know," Tess said.

"Thank you. I think."

"No, I'm serious. I mean, we're both young and horny and we're alone on this trip. There's bound to be a little -- you know -- tension."

"No shit!"

Tess laughed. "I just wonder, though," she said. "I mean, what would happen -- if we let -- something happen."