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Chapter 9: "Rest Period"
Eventually we left the lake, and Reba gently patted me dry. She fed me my sandwich from lunch, which I hadn't been able to eat earlier because I had been hanging in my ropes. She and Jack and Sue ate lightly. Then we all went into the tent for a nap. Reba, naked, cradled me, also naked, in her arms. With my hands tied behind me I felt like what a swaddled baby must feel like, and the feeling was intensified enormously when Reba guided my face to her swollen nipple. "It's time for you to nurse, little baby," she sang, and she brought my mouth to her breast.
"Reba, you're incorrigible," chided Sue.
"I can't help it," joked Reba. "This baby is hungry."
I kissed Reba's nipple, not fully understanding what she was offering, but she said, "no, suck on me, suck and drink your milk." There was no milk, but the sucking was incredible. I closed my eyes and nursed at her breast. I felt myself grow harder and I heard Reba's breathing grow heavier. At the corner of my vision I saw Sue watching us, the thumb and forefinger of her right hand squeezing and pulling on her right nipple.
I tried to maneuver so my tied fingers could enter Reba's pussy as they had the night before. She understood what I was doing and said, "no, later. Close your eyes." Later? Was there a promise for later? I closed my eyes and stopped trying to reach her wet, warm opening. I concentrated on nursing at her glorious bare breast. Reba sang "Sleep, my child, and peace attend thee, all through the night…"
I woke, immediately aware of my stiffness and a sore tingling on the skin of my back, belly, chest and butt. My hands were free, but when I opened my eyes I saw nothing. For a minute I thought I had slept into the middle of the night. I reached up to rub my eyes, which felt itchy. Then I realized I was blindfolded. I was about to remove the cloth binding, when I heard Reba call from some distance, "no--leave it on!
"Why? I called back.
"You'll see--or you won't see."
I smiled at her joke and was immediately curious about this new game, this new mystery. I heard Reba enter the tent.
"How are you doing?" she asked.
"Much better."
Reba offered me some water and a toke on a joint. I accepted both. I drank and then she stuck a roach into my mouth. She lit it and I inhaled. She took it back and took a drag. Then I heard a sizzle and I knew she had extinguished the joint by squeezing it between wet finger tips.
"Not too much," she said.
"Reebs, I have to go to the bathroom," I said.
"Teddy," she chuckled, "there isn't a bathroom for twenty miles."
"Okay, I've got to piss."
"Well, get up and I'll lead you."
"Can't we just take off the blindfold so I can go on my own?"
"Not right now--we've got other plans for you."
My curiosity was aroused and I stood up, my head a little tingly. Reba steadied me.
"Reebs--I have to do more than pee. I have to take a dump."
"I'll get the paper and the shovel," said Reba.
"Please--you can't come along with me on that mission."
"Let's go," insisted Reba. "Take this."
She handed me a folding camp shovel and a roll of toilet paper.
She took my penis and started leading me to the woods.
"Have fun, kids," called Sue from somewhere nearby. Obviously she was watching us. I could feel myself heating up into a blush.
As Reba led me, her tugging on my penis had its usual and predictable effect. I started to worry about being able to pee--or shit--with a big hardon.
After a couple of minutes, Reba said "Okay, here we are. Go to it."
"Can you please go away and give me a little privacy here?" I pleaded.
"Okay, I'll turn my back and walk a few feet away."
"Reba, I've got to take off my blindfold. Some things you've just got to be able to see."
Reba sighed. "Okay, take it off. But I don't want you looking at me. As soon as you're done put the blindfold back and call me."
"Thanks." I removed the blindfold and kept my eyes forward. I dug a little hole, squatted over it and relieved myself. I wiped, stood up and buried the evidence. I replaced the blindfold, which was hanging loosely about my neck.
"Okay, Reebs, I'm done."
"Great, let's go," she said from a few feet away. I heard her walk quickly over to me, and surmised she had her boots on, which was infinitely more than I was wearing. She led me back to the camp.
"Mission accomplished?" asked Jack. I hadn't heard much from him for hours.
"Yeah. Though I'd like to wash up."
"Go ahead," said Reba. She handed me a bar of soap and led me to the lake.
"Wash yourself completely."
"Very completely," said Sue.
"We'll be watching," added Reba.
'Great', I thought, 'I'm going to be washing myself for their entertainment. They're as perverted as I am'.
And, in fact, Sue and Jack and Reba must have all been sitting by the side of the lake watching me, because they proceeded to offer me directions, encouragement and advice.
"Get your dick hard for us," directed Sue. I felt a tingle at her words. She was telling me to put on a masturbation show for my closest friends, something I had not yet done on this fairly explicit weekend. Her words alone accomplished part of the deed. And when I soaped my good left hand (I'm a lefty and am useless at masturbating with my right hand) and started fondling my penis it quickly grew hard--to wolf whistles and catcalls from the peanut gallery.
I splashed water on myself to remove residual soap, and then turned toward the shore. Reba met me at water's edge with a towel and patted me down as I stood patiently. I felt like a racehorse after a workout.
"Good boy," she said. I liked it so much when she called me 'boy' or 'little baby'. I thought it was so sweet and sexy, and I liked that it was a little bit of fantasy role-playing on her part.
"Now for the main event," she purred. "Come with me."
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