“Christ, I’m hot,” Vixen said. The Jeep was in sight, and it was a welcome sight indeed after hours out on the pine barrens, which were not exactly the coolest place around on the hot summer day. “I’m not exactly sure that seeing that bird was worth all the sweat.”

“It does make you wonder sometimes,” Jack replied. He wasn’t a heck of a lot less sweaty and tired than Vixen. They’d gone out to the place where Jack had waited for the bird on Friday, set up the blind, and tried to stay quiet while they waited for the bird to come. “The one thing you can say is that it could have been a hell of a lot worse.”

“How could it have been worse?” Vixen said as they came up on the Jeep in its hiding place.

“We could have been out there twice as long and not have seen it,” he laughed. In truth, they hadn’t had a very good look at the Kirtland’s Warbler – it couldn’t have been at the nest for more than twenty seconds, and Vixen had barely gotten her binoculars on it. But it was a life list sighting, although it the hardest she’d worked for one yet.

“Yeah, I suppose,” Vixen shook her head. “I’ll tell you one thing, I’m glad I had these jeans on out there, but they’re coming off before I go another fucking inch. Thank God I’ve got my shorts with me.”

“No place here to change,” Jack pointed out.

“Shit, I don’t care if you see me in my panties,” Vixen snorted. “They cover more than my bikini bottom did this morning. Besides, I’m not trying to turn you on this time, I’m just trying to cool off a little.”

“Yeah, me too,” Jack shook his head as he reached into the back of the Jeep for a lunch cooler that he knew had some cold Diet Cokes in it. He watched as Vixen took her jeans off, then said, “Want one?”

“Yeah, no shit,” Vixen said as she tossed her jeans on the seat and began to dig in her little backpack for her shorts. He handed one across the Jeep to her, then took a cold bottle of water from the cooler, set the aluminum pie tin on the ground and poured about half the bottle into the pie tin for Stas, who started lapping it up immediately. Only then did he pop the top on his own can, and tried to avoid drinking it as fast as he wanted to.

“Man, that tastes good,” he said, feeling a serious belch coming on in spite of his drinking it slowly.

“No fooling,” Vixen said, setting the can down after a long drink of her own.

She still hadn’t gotten her shorts on, and Jack checked her out. Yeah, the panties covered more than her bikini bottom had earlier, but they were panties, after all, and that was a little different than a bikini. He quickly decided two things – first, that he didn’t want her to catch him staring as much as he wanted to; second, and probably more important, shorts struck him as a pretty good idea. He had a pair of running shorts kicking around in the back of the Jeep; a little digging found them. He dropped his own jeans – after all, if Vixen could give him a show he could at least reply in kind, and when you got right down to it he didn’t care if she did see something. After all, if nothing went wrong, in two months she’d be seeing it all, although right now that two months seemed like a long time indeed.

He was just changing his shorts when he realized that Vixen had completed changing hers. “That feels better,” she said. “Not good, but better. I’ll tell you what, I sure would like to go jump in the lake again.”

“No reason we can’t,” Jack said. “It’ll be half an hour back to town, we can get our swimsuits off the line and go do it.”

“Yeah,” she said glumly. “I don’t want to have to wait that long. Besides, the lake is a little too cool for comfort. I’d just like to lie in the water and cool off without exerting myself. On top of that, we have to think about Frenchy and his buddies showing up again.”

“Yeah, I suppose,” Jack said. “There is an alternative, if you don’t mind getting your shorts wet.”

“What have you got in mind?”

“Oh, a little place I know,” he said. “It won’t be the first time I’ve headed over there after a hot afternoon out here.”

“Fine with me,” she said. “What are we waiting on?”

“Mostly, we’re waiting on Stas to finish his water,” he smiled, “and he’s about there.”

In a couple minutes they were all in the Jeep, heading down the two-rut, but at the second more or less intersection they came to, Jack made a left, instead of going back the way they came in.

“You sure know your way around out here,” Vixen said conversationally.

“Yeah, I’ve driven most of the little two-ruts within ten miles of either town or Dad’s hunting cabin,” Jack replied, just as conversationally. “I enjoy the backwoods driving and I know my way around out here pretty good. I was just driving around checking things out when I saw the Kirtland’s Warbler for the first time, and I was real lucky to find the nest we were just at.”

“Yeah, that really was pretty neat,” she said. “I’m sorry if I sounded a little grumpy there, Jack. I was just hot and tired.”

“I understand,” he said. “Sometimes this birding can be so damn frustrating that I want to take up Nintendo like Howie. We’ve had some good days since we’ve mostly been working the easy stuff. That Kirtland’s is different, we had to work for that, and I did most of the work. It’s probably not the last time that we’ll be uncomfortable out looking for a bird.”

“I suppose,” she sighed. “Hell, if I didn’t like it, I wouldn’t be here. I’m learning stuff from you all the time, Jack, and I’m finding it more and more fascinating every day we go out. Where are we going tomorrow? ”

“I haven’t made my mind up yet,” he told her as the two-rut worked its way out of the pine barrens and into some larger trees. It felt good to be out of the sun; he felt cooler already. “We could go out on the Point looking for shore birds, but by the time you get done with your doctor the sun will be out pretty strong. I feel like I’ve had enough sun today to hold me for a while.”

“Yeah, me too,” she agreed. “Maybe this weather will cool off and it’ll be a little more comfortable.”

“Cold front coming through this weekend, or maybe Friday if the weather man isn’t lying too badly,” Jack commented. “That might stir a few birds up, too. Maybe we can find a shady spot tomorrow, maybe down by the river, and just take it easy. As far as that goes, you still need to work on your notes and your database.”

“I know, I know,” she sighed. “It always seems like there’s something more interesting to do.”

“Just remember, working on the computer means indoors, and that means air conditioning,” he pointed out.

“Yeah, you’ve got a point,” she said. “I think it’s cooler at your place than mine. Maybe we could work on it there.”

“Might be,” he said. “Of course, that runs up against the fact that we’ll be hearing that fucking Nintendo all day.”

“Yeah, true,” she giggled. “I don’t think that’s a boyfriend-girlfriend thing yet. At least not really. They’re just a couple buddies who like to play Nintendo.”

“Oh, God, Howie! I love that,” Misty moaned.

Howie didn’t reply, mostly because his mouth was busy, fluttering his tongue over one of Misty’s bare pink little nipples. She hadn’t taken her top off, but it was up in her armpits, and Howie’s hand was busy massaging and playing with the other nipple. Listening to her moan as he Frenched her rock hard nipple was just about the most intoxicating thing he’d ever enjoyed in his life. While her breasts weren’t as big as Vixen’s – which weren’t all that big, he thought – they were soft and firm and nice and magical.

They hadn’t been at it all afternoon; this was the third time they’d played what they referred to as “Strip Nintendo,” although neither of them had done any real stripping. Howie had won two of the games, and getting to play with those sweet breasts was his reward. Actually, with the noises she was making it sounded more like her reward, but he didn’t care. This was the first time she’d allowed him to use his mouth on her breasts, although he’d done a pretty good job of exploring them with his hands the other two times.

They’d kissed a lot, too – first just mouth to mouth, but soon they got to exploring with their tongues, and that was even more magical. The kissing was just fine, so long as he got to play with her boobs in the process, and run his hands over her soft, sweet skin, and a bunch of other things. He’d discovered that Frenching her ear with his tongue really turned her on, leaving her squirming with delight. She wouldn’t let him go below her waist yet, but it seemed to him that it was only going to be a matter of time. Maybe not today, but someday . . .

Finally, she gave an extra little moan, then got incoherent when her body shook and jerked a little. He had a pretty good idea of what that meant, and he was glad he’d been able to bring her off. Let her up easy, he thought as he took his mouth away from her sweet tasting nipple, and moved back up to kiss her again. “Thank you, Howie,” she said after a moment. “I really enjoyed that. I mean, I really, really enjoyed that. You can do that to me again some time.”

“I’d love to,” he grinned. “I really hate to say this, but that probably should be the last time for today. Mom sometimes gets off work early, and Jack and Vixen could come back any time.”

“Aw, darn,” she said, sitting up and pulling her camisole back down over those wonderful breasts. “But there’s always tomorrow, isn’t there? ”

Jack had Vixen pretty thoroughly lost by now. The maze of two-ruts was confusing, although he seemed to know right where he was going. Finally, he turned down another two- rut that was even vaguer than most, followed it down through a fern-filled forest, and drove to a stop on the shore of a small lake.

The lake was really tiny, only a few acres, and almost hidden in the woods. The waters sparkled in the light breeze, and through the blue reflection of the sky Vixen could see a sandy bottom. “Yeah,” she said. “This is kind of what I was thinking of.”

“It’s fairly shallow, so it warms up better than the big lake,” Jack told her. “It’s pretty sandy around most of the lake, although there are a few mud patches here and there. The bottom is only real firm right around here, but that makes it a good place to go swimming.”

“Oh, wow,” Vixen said. “This is just too cool.”

“Yeah, I kind of like it,” Jack smiled. “I have to admit, I usually don’t bother with a swimsuit when I come here. But then, I’m usually by myself, except for Stas.”

“Yeah, I wish we hadn’t left the swimsuits hanging on the line,” Vixen sighed. “I really don’t want to get my stuff wet and then have to ride back to town in wet clothes either. Does anybody else ever come here?”

“I’ve never seen anybody,” Jack told her. “But this is what they use for a boat launch. I’ve seen tracks here, but not real often.”

“Fuck it,” she said. “This is just too damn good to pass up!” With that, she pulled her top up over her head, leaving her breasts bare. She kicked off her shoes, pulled off her socks, then dropped her shorts and panties, leaving her nude as Jack stood there watching slack jawed. She had a wonderful looking body, and Jack’s eyes were drawn to the dark bush of her pubic hair, and the wonder that it concealed – and that he expected to penetrate and explore one of these days. “Come on,” she grinned. “Last one in and all that stuff.”

Jack had a little natural reluctance to going skinny dipping with her, but the sight of that beautiful bare body soon overcame it; he took his shoes and socks off first, then stripped off the rest of his clothes while Vixen and Stas were already playing in the water. My God, is she ever beautiful in the nude, he thought as he watched the two of them while he stripped.

It didn’t take long before he was as naked as she was, and striding out into the water to join her and the dog.

“Took you long enough,” she grinned, while looking down at him. “Is that what I get to play with some one of these times?”

“What you see is what you get,” Jack told her. “I have to say that I kind of like looking at what I’m going to get to play with one of these times, too.”

“I like what I see,” she laughed, “and I promise you it won’t be two months before I get to play with it, although we’ll have to wait that long before we can use it like nature intended.”

They didn’t actually play an awful lot, despite Stas being a bit on the rambunctious side. The water was, as promised, comfortably warm – much better than the big lake, and it was nice to just lie back, float hand in hand, and relax, letting the heat and sweat of the pine barrens wash away gradually.

But there was more than just floating around. After a while Stas walked back up to shore, shook himself off good, then hopped into the back seat to catch up on his nap time. Jack and Vixen sort of sat in the water with only their heads and shoulders out, taking the time to do some serious kissing, and some serious feeling – and unlike Jack’s brother, they didn’t exactly stop at the waist, although they were far from going all the way. Jack wondered at the feel of her wet, naked skin, and at the wonderful reaction he got when he touched her in some places he’d never touched before. As it was, if they hadn’t made their agreement the morning before, Jack thought there was a good chance they might have gone all the way right there.

“I almost hate to bring this up,” Vixen said eventually, “but you told Howie we were going to get back around six. I wonder how much time we have left?”

“Not enough,” Jack said. “If we had all day, it wouldn’t be enough, but I guess I’d better go up to the Jeep and look at my watch.”

“Well, I think we’ll just have to do it again some other time,” Vixen smiled. “The summer is flying by, and all too soon we’ll be wearing thermal underwear. We better make use of all the hot weather we can.”

“I don’t disagree in the slightest,” Jack said, standing up and turning to walk toward the Jeep. “We sure as hell won’t be able to do this in a few months.”

“Yeah, we’ll just have to make the best of it that we can,” she said as he walked away.

It only took Jack a few seconds to get to the Jeep and look at his watch. “We’ve got about an hour,” he called to her. “Considering that we’ve got more than half an hour’s drive in front of us to get back to town, maybe we ought to think about getting going.”

“I guess,” she sighed. “I don’t really want to leave, but I guess we have to. I have to ask, do you have any towels in the Jeep?”

“Afraid not,” he said. “And there’s nothing much that you might want to use to fill in. Unless you want to put your clothes on while you’re wet, I think you’re going to have to get out of the lake and air dry yourself a bit. It shouldn’t be that big a deal, as hot as it still is.”

“Might as well,” she grinned, standing up and heading toward the Jeep. “That way I get to torture you with the sight of my body for a while longer.”

“Do I get to torture you?” he asked, once again checking out the sight. Although his view of Summer and the rest of that group a few days before had been his first for-real sight of a nude woman, looking at Vixen in these circumstances was much better. The deal with Summer almost seemed like a dream compared to this – for any number of reasons, this was much better.

“Yes, by letting me look at that tool that I’d really rather have in me,” she laughed. “God, Jack, it’s going to be hard to wait, but I think we’d better.”

“That’s how I see it,” he replied, still visually checking out the wonders of her nude body. “I mean, not that I don’t want to, but we probably should do our best to stay out of baby country for a while.”

“Yeah, but still,” she said. “Hey, it’ll be too late to come out here and go skinny dipping in two months, but I suppose we could do it next year, and end up getting it on.”

“Sounds like a plan,” he grinned. “That doesn’t mean we can’t do some more of it this year, though.”

“Yeah,” she sighed, “but if we’re going to hold off for two more months, maybe we’d better not, just to be on the safe side. Oh, well, let’s not make a decision on it today. After all, we have an agreement, and if we can’t keep ourselves to it no matter what temptations we set in front of each other, maybe we shouldn’t be fooling around in the first place.”

“You know,” he replied, “I have to sort of agree with you on that. Let’s not worry about it. I think we can be honest with each other and still enjoy the summer.”

“I think so too,” she said. “You know what would be kind of neat, though?”

“What do you have in your evil mind now?” he grinned.

“Oh, nothing particularly evil,” she grinned. “I was just thinking that it would be kind of fun to come out here around dark, have a little fire, maybe roast some hot dogs, and neck a little. Maybe that’s something we could do when it gets a little too cool for swimming.”

“Yeah, that does sound like fun,” he agreed. “I love watching a campfire burn, but I never seem to get time to do it very often.”

“Me either,” she said. “You know, I really like this outdoor stuff. I love camping out in a tent and doing that kind of thing, but I don’t get to do it very often. I used to go with my aunt and uncle and their family before they moved away, so it doesn’t happen much anymore. You see how much Dad wants to get out of his recliner and do anything much.”

“Well, maybe we’ll have to go camping some time,” he said, noticing that he was getting a little more dry as they stood there and talked. “I don’t know how we could do it very soon, what with our parents keeping an eye on us, but maybe sometime.”

“Maybe we could find another couple to go with us,” she suggested. “That might take the sting out of it a little.”

“Something to think about,” he agreed.

“I wonder if Summer and Alan are into that sort of thing?” she said thoughtfully. “I mean, everything is real new for them, but it looks to me like it could take off in a hurry. And as far as that goes, if we went with them we wouldn’t have to be sleeping together. It could be a ‘boys’ tent and a ‘girls’ tent.”

“I suppose,” Jack said. “However, after falling asleep on your couch with you yesterday, I think I’d get about as big a thrill out of just sleeping with you as I would going all the way.”

“I sort of think so too,” she agreed. “Oh, the thrill would wear off over time, but it would be great for a while. But hey, you know, we were talking about coming out here and having a camp fire and cooking some hot dogs. How about if we see if maybe Alan and Summer would like to come with us?” She snickered. “Maybe we can turn it into a four-way skinny dip.”

Jack shook his head. “We might be pushing things a little bit with that,” he smiled.

“You could be right,” she smiled, turning around to let the sun work on the front of her. Jack didn’t mind; her backside was about as much fun to look at as her front side. “But damn, I’m having so much fun with this I sort of want to spread it around.”

Jack shook his head. “Actually, I think you just want to stir things up for your own amusement.”

“You might be right,” she smiled. She turned toward him, took a couple steps, and took him in her arms. “This has happened so quickly I’m not sure I believe it,” she told him. “Don’t get me wrong, I love it and I don’t want it to end. But I’ve been the good little girl who’s tried to keep her mother from getting upset for so long that I’m ready to be a little wild and have some fun. I’m not a bad girl, but you’ve opened the door to some new experiences for me, and I want more of them. Jack, this is awful fast and awful premature for me to be telling you that I love you, but I sure like you a lot and I hope things can go forward with us. I really appreciate your opening things up for me, and showing me some of the things that a good little stay-at-home girl didn’t get to experience. All I can say is, don’t quit now.”

“This is all pretty new to me, too,” he told her, “and you’ve opened some doors for me, too. I don’t know where we’re going with this, but I hope it’s forward. You’ve taught me a few things, Vixen, and I hope you’ll go on teaching me.”

“I think we can get along like that,” she grinned. “Now give me a big kiss and a little feel up, and then maybe we’d better get some clothes on and get back to town.”

“Sounds like a plan,” he laughed, then bent forward to kiss her on her upturned mouth. Her body felt warm and soft and wonderful in his arms, with her bare skin pressed up close to his. It was the closest thing to heaven he’d ever experienced.

Finally they broke the kiss and stepped back. “Aw, shit,” she said.

“Why?”

She shook her head. “Now I’ve got to get some clothes on and go back to being more like a good little girl.”

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