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said, "I'm game."
    I purposely took my time. I appreciated what a fine body I had, and I made sure that they had the time to appreciate it too while I was undressing. I gave myself a good stretch, crackling my bones, and then I sat down next to them. I still wasn't completely calmed down from my campaign with Jicky, but I didn't try to hide anything. I suppose they had expected me to go down.
    I grabbed the guitar. It was an excellent Ediphone. I didn't like to play sitting on the ground so I said to Dick.
    "O.K. with you if I go after the car-seat?"
    "I'll go with you," Jicky said.
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    She slithered through the bushes like an eel. It was a funny effect she made with her boyish body and her face like a Hollywood starlet, in the middle of the bushes with their dark shadows. I put down the guitar and followed her. She had a good start on me, and by the time I reached the car, she was coming back, carrying the heavy leather seat.
    "Let me have it," I said.
    "Let me alone, Tarzan!" she cried.
    I paid no attention to her protestations, and I grabbed her roughly by the behind. She dropped the seat and didn't object. I was hot enough to have jumped a monkey. She must have realized it, for she gave me a tough tussle. I broke out into a happy laugh. I liked that. The grass was high in that spot, and soft as a rubber mattress. She slipped onto the ground and I went down too. We wrestled about like a couple of savages. She was tanned to the tips of her breasts, and didn't have the brassiere-marks that disfigure so many nude women. As smooth as silk, and naked as a babe, but when I finally got her under me, I learned right quick that she was no baby. She gave me the best sample of technique I'd had in many a moon. My fingers felt the hollows and curves of her back, and farther down, her buttocks, hard as a watermel-
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    Boris Vian
    on. We kept it up for about ten minutes. She made out as though she were sleeping, and just as I was going all the way, she dropped me like a hot potato and ran away from me towards the river. I picked up the seat and ran after her. At the edge of the stream she sprinted and dove into the water without a splash.
    "You're going in already?"
    It was Judy's voice. She was chewing on a blade of grass, stretched out on her back, her hands under her head. Dick, sprawled out beside her, was caressing her thighs. One of the two flasks was tossed aside on the ground. She caught my look.
    "Yep, it's empty." she giggled. "We left you one".
    Jicky paddled about on the other side of the stream. I felt around in my jacket and took out the other bottle, and then dived in. The water was warm. I felt I was in perfect form. I swam with a heavy stroke and reached her out in the middle of the stream. It was just over our heads and there was hardly any current.
    "Thirsty?" I asked her, moving one arm about to keep me up.
    "Are you kidding," she replied. "You'll just kill me with your drug-store cowboy manners."
    "Come on," 1 said, "Try to float."
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    She turned over on her back, and I sHpped in under her, one arm around her middle. I gave her the flask with my other hand. She took it, and I let my Angers stroke her thighs. I slowly spread her legs and I again took her there in the stream. She let herself go onto me. We turned almost vertical, moving just enough to keep off the bottom.
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    Boris Vian III
    It went on like that until September. There were five or six other kids in their bunch, boys and girls: BJ., who owned the guitar, a girl with a funny figure but whose skin gave off a most remarkable perfume. Susie Ann, another blond, more shapely than Jicky; and a girl with chestnut hair, 100% scatterbrained who danced all day long. The boys were as dumb as I could hope for. I hadn't repeated the mistake of leaving town in their company. It wouldn't have taken long and I would have been in trouble. We met now at the stream, and they kept the secret because I was an easy