I watched her descend the ladder, then followed her, closing the hatch after me.
“ooh, it’s cold down here.” she said.
I untied her blindfold. “It’s 67 degrees here all the time.”
“Okay,” she said, “Turn on the lights, milkman. I can’t see my hand in front of my face.”
I struck a match and lit a candle. Then I lighted three more and placed them in each corner of the dugout. The yellow flickering glow made our shadows dance.
Deardra spun around, taking in her surroundings. “This is sooo cool. You have yourself your own secret love nest.
Have you ever done the dirty with a girl down here?”
I felt my face get hot. “No. You’re the only girl that’s ever been down here.”
“Well, let’s see it,” she said, holding out her hand at crotch level.
“See it..” I croaked.
She laughed, “The jewels. Silly.”
“Right.” I muttered. I went to the corner where I’d hidden the coffee can. I got on my knees, then my stomach and reached deep into a little nitch. I grasp the can and backed out.
I stood, brushed the dirt from my knees and turned toward Deardra. I’m sure my mouth was agape. I stared. Deardra had removed her coat and pajama top. Clad only in her pajama bottoms, her hands on her hips she said, “You like what you see?”
I nodded my head, unable to speak.
She hooked her thumbs in her pajama bottoms, and said, “You want to see more?”
Again, I nodded my head, not trusting my voice.
Without taking her eyes off mine she slid down the pale blue pajamas, to reveal a dark vee of hair between her legs. “You want to do it?” she asked.
“Yes,” I croaked, nodding my head.
She laughed. “I’ll make you a trade. I’ll let you do me for some jewels. Okay?”
My erection took over my thought process. “Sure,” I said, unzipping my white pants.
She got down on her coat, then laid back; her legs wide. I knelt between her legs, then her hand guided me into her sweet spot. We both climaxed several times before I finally stayed soft.
“Wow,” she said, “You’re good at this.”
With her head on my arm, we lay without talking for quite some time: just watching the candles flicker. the dugout was warm now, and I was sleepy. I wished I had a buddy to tell about this, but I’d always been a loner.
Suddenly, Deardra jumped up and quickly slipped into her pajamas. “I gotta get home,” she said
I pulled on my jeans, watching her squirm into her pj top.
She held out her hand, “Give me the jewels.”
“How many do you want?” I asked, picking up the can.
She grabbed the tin from my hands. “I want them all.”
“Oh, no. You can have a few,” I said grasping for the can.
“I told you this was gonna cost you. I’m taking these and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”
I lunged for the can and she slapped my face.
She moved back to the ladder, held out her hand like a traffic cop and said. “I’m taking these. You can always steal more. And, if you try to stop me, I’ll tell my folks you raped me.”
With that said, she turned and climbed the ladder.