A mind of her own.

Let's find out what I can.

He went back to his living room, emptied the various bags out onto the floor and sorted out her proper clothing (the other girls had been taller, and overweight) along with some ID on all of them, and made a note of their names and where they came from. Their purses were in there, along with one of those cards of little birth control pills as well as condoms. Those other two, had both dropped their panties and bras into their bags too, before going into the bar. They had got rid of those, faster than any w***e ever got rid of her panties on a payday.

Once they were discovered to be unadorned in that way under their dresses, as they intended, and as they had been, within the first five minutes, the action had begun for them. It had begun even before he had left. There was a make-up case and a diary in there too, belonging to one of them—he knew Susan’s handwriting, and it wasn’t hers—and replete, no doubt, with details that no parent should ever want to learn about their daughter. He should post it to them. He was annoyed enough to think of doing it, but probably wouldn’t. Their daughter had enough trouble on her plate already without him doing that, and after tonight, would have a lot more.

He knew Susan, and which were her clothes, more her size, so he made a guess which clothing was which, belonging to those other two, and what their names and addresses were, for all it mattered to him. Both were from the northeast. He sorted them into two piles and packed the clothing of the other girls away in the bags, laying Susan’s to one side after folding it neatly; a jacket, with the college crest on the pocket, blouse, and skirt.

He wouldn’t telephone their parents, or the school. That would only cause more trouble for them, and him. Better if no one knew the part he had played. They would have trouble enough all by themselves after this little episode when they arrived back at school, if they did, dressed, or not. No proper uniform, no panties, nor bras, and with no explanation that they would dare give. Or the police had found them naked in that motel room with men all over them, and had taken them all into custody, wondering if they had charges that could be laid, and calling Miss Childers from there.

Deke went back to sit with Susan, and to decide how he would go forward from here. When she relaxed and moved to bring her legs up toward her chest in a fetal position, a defensive reflex, as he sat with her, watching, listening, and thinking, he could see more about her. With her on her side, and with her legs brought up toward her waist he could see her vulva again, and all of its fleshy intricacies, folds and bulges. And he had touched and washed her there for the second time in his life. It was a private part of her that she would never reveal to any man under normal circumstances (though he had seen it once before and touched it intimately too), but he could clearly see it now. He moved the mosquito net from covering her. Yes, he could see how that part of her might be referred to as a bearded clam, or a vertical smile. He leaned in to take a closer look. She had not suffered any obvious recent trauma there, as far as he could see. Even that part of her was beautiful, but was now out of reach, along with the rest of her.

He wanted to lean in and kiss her there, or investigate inside those delicate lips as he moved them apart to see more, and learn more about her that he so ached to know, to move into, with another part of himself, but knew that he must not. He had tried that once before too, and with her help and insistence.

But why not? At least in a less damaging way. The opportunity might never be presented again.

Being mischievous, and needing some other memory to take away from this, before he lost her forever, he had reckless courage enough to lift the net out of his way, lean in over her, and to gently kiss those lips and to tease at them with his own. She need never know about this moment of weakness. He needed to find out what he could with his tongue, and did so for a minute or so, but all so slowly.

To his surprise, she seemed to become excited too. She flinched and whimpered audibly when his tongue touched one special part of her, so he continued to do that. He stayed still, wondering what she was feeling as he did that to her, then felt her turn under him, onto her back, and raise her legs, putting them apart, as though to give him better access to her and permission to continue.

She did not mind, but encouraged this? Wanted it to continue? There would be no stopping now.

His mind and his body could not take much more of this.

He knelt on the floor, placing his head between her legs and his arms under her thighs as he moved up into her to continue to excite them both with his tongue, kissing, licking, gently sucking, and reaching up and around her legs to touch, hold, and fondle at her breasts, hearing her moan gently in her unconscious state.

He was shocked to feel her hand come to rest on his head, and to hold him firmly there, as she squirmed and became more excited at what he was doing to her. He became still, his face buried in her there, breathing hard. He was close to coming.

This was wrong!

He disengaged from her, recognizing that he should not be doing this to her. She deserved better than this.

She slowly came down from whatever peak he had put her on, and her hand left his head as she changed her position again with his help, and settled.

He retreated, feeling guilty at what he had done in a moment of weakness, his head was still spinning. She was having a hell of a disturbing effect on him, but she always had done that, and knew it. She had become partially conscious and aware of what he had been doing to her, but at least she had not woken up and discovered him doing that to her. He felt ashamed, and would deny everything if she asked, if she recollected any of what he had done to her.

He would not do that again. He was better than this, and she deserved better too.

He sat back and covered her again with that net as he recovered his wits and his breath. Another minute or two of that and he would certainly have come.

He comforted her from time to time when she became restless, and sat her up to drink when she seemed thirsty. Her eyes remained closed as he did that and, when she complained or seemed uncomfortable in any way as the night dragged on, he carried her to the bathroom.

She peed each time, as he knelt with her, supporting her on the toilet with his arm around her, her breasts, warm and soft in his face. He nudged them with his nose, kissed them, and felt them on his cheeks. If she knew he was doing this for her, and to her, what would she think? She would probably be mortified and embarrassed, and push him away, disgusted with him. He would deserve it.

When she had finished, he took a soft wad of toilet tissue, and gently moving her legs apart (she did not resist, but helped), he gently dabbed in the hairs between her legs to take a few remaining droplets off her, caught in the hair, kissed her on the naval—he could not help himself this time any more than he could earlier, and then upon her breasts, gently mouthing at her n*****s, hearing her sigh and brace against him—then he remembered his resolve, and carried her back to bed. He noticed that her arms were around his neck now. She may be coming around sooner than he expected. She was going to drive him mad, long before morning.

She was not only restless, but began to cry too, still asleep, as disturbing memories from her subconscious, perhaps that he had caused by his difficult behavior seeing to her. His conscience was now working against him. He hoped he had not caused her to feel this way by his weakness toward her.

He saw her settled again. Except she would not let go of his hand for almost an hour, so she seemed to trust him, and to need him close to her. It was almost as if she were back in the land of the conscious once more, but now just needed to sleep and to have the comfort of knowing that he was there. She must have been unconscious of what he had done to her, or she would have been fighting him away, as he deserved. But perhaps not. He sat with her until she let him go.

He would not give in to that weakness again.