tongue harder into my mouth. I nearly gagged, and
when he pulled back I screamed. "Stop it!"
"What?" he cried. "You wanted this, didn't you?
Otherwise, why would you come here? Just relax. Lie
back and enjoy Adam Jackson."
My arms were too small and weak to hold back
the weight of his upper body. I started to cry as he
lifted me easily and began to slip my panties down my
thighs. I was shaking my head and pleading. I could
hear his heavy, hard breathing and I tried to turn my
mouth from his, but he seemed to have grown in size.
I saw him in the same distorted way I saw the stars.
He resembled a great jellyfish spreading over me,
encompassing me.
"Please . . . stop!" I pleaded.
He pulled his head up to look down at me
disdainfully.
"You are a tease," he said, "and Adam Jackson
is not to be teased."
I thought I would pass out beneath him. My
eyes rolled, my mind went dark for a moment, and then, suddenly I felt him rise off me, his head going back first and then his lower body lifting. I opened my eyes to see Cary pulling him away, clutching his hair, and grasping his right arm. He jerked him so hard he
fell back on the sand.
"Get off her!" he cried.
Adam turned over on the beach quickly and got
to his feet. I sat up, my stomach gurgling. The two
boys faced each other. Cary's hands were clenched
into small mallets. With his shoulders hoisted like a
hawk, he stepped toward Adam.
"Come on," he said. "Let's see how you protect
that precious handsome face of yours."