Two book special: Jungle Virgins - How Jane Met Tarzan and The Barrister's Trial
Lubrican
Jungle Virgins
A two book Tarzan special
by Robert Lubrican
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Copyright 2010 Robert Lubrican
2nd edition edited 2023
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Author comment: There are two books included in this volume. The first might be characterized as a previously unknown or "missing" section of the original tale. Mr. Burroughs told a fine story, but because of the mores of the day, was unable to tell the whole story ... per se. As such, the first book is a relatively short, sweet supplement to the original Tarzan story.
The second book is a sequel that opens and expands the jungle world, by introducing a new character into the Tarzan legend. The two books are written about different generations, in different styles. This is just a natural extension of the fact that each generation changes the way the human story is told. It cannot be otherwise.
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Contents
Book One: Jungle Virgins - How Jane Met Tarzan
Book Two: Jungle Virgins – The Barrister's Trial
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Foreword:
This is an exploration of what might have happened, from the viewpoint of the participants, rather than hypothetical historians.
So, submerge yourself in the jungle, where civilization, as we know it, doesn't exist. This imagining is somewhat herky-jerky (I've always wanted to use that term!) but I felt like it had to be, because the interaction of a civilized female with a mostly animal man, would be both herky and jerky until communication was established. But there are different kinds of communication. There is a natural kind of expression of need that requires no civilized language.
And that kind of communication would probably come first ... don't you think?
So come along on this herky-jerky adventure of the exploration of what might happen when cultures conflict, language is insufficient, and the natural order of things seems to thrust itself to the forefront of life.
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Book One
Jungle Virgins - How Jane Met Tarzan
Tarzan was about five when he was lost in the Jungles of the Congo. He was found by a female gorilla whose baby had died and she adopted the strange looking creature as her own. Tarzan knew she was a gorilla, and that he was not, but there was nothing he could do about it.
And, his new mother was a good mother, all things considered. Her baby was weak and pale, but he had beautiful eyes and he snarled a lot, which Gorillas considered 'manly'. It took her years to learn that that snarl meant he was happy. He grew more slowly than normal, but soon he could hold his own in the trees with his ape brothers and sisters. He still wasn't as strong, but he was much much smarter. When he wanted something he almost always got it. And he had learned the ways of all the other animals in the jungle, a thing his mother appreciated more than once when he got the family out of trouble with some of those that were predators.
Within two decades of being adopted by Munaga, his 'beastly' mother, if Tarzan couldn’t out-fight something in the jungle, he could out-smart it or manipulate it to his advantage.
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Jane was eighteen when the plane she was traveling in went down in the jungle. The tall trees that ripped the fuselage to shreds paradoxically cushioned it to some degree. Not that it helped any of the others on board. But Jane happened to be in the one place in the plane that did not get a tree branch shoved through it, and her safety belt was fastened. She did get a severe blow to the head that knocked her unconscious during the crash. She ended up about twenty feet off the ground, upside down, hanging from her seat belt.
She regained consciousness with a crushing headache and a sense of complete catastrophe. She smelled the jungle first and remembered the pilot's warning that they were going to crash. Her eyes jerked open, but everything looked wrong. She jerked and found herself swinging in the air. She looked "up" and saw bushes, tree trunks ... and a naked man. He was looking "down" at her. Then she realized she was hanging upside down in a tree and that she was helpless. She couldn't see the man very well. Her face felt flushed and swollen. She was close to blacking out again because all the blood in her body seemed to have settled in her head.
She managed a weak "Help me" before everything went back to black.
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Tarzan knew about the great silver birds that flew over the jungle. He had hidden in the jungle once as he saw one land in a cleared field near a village. Humans the bird had eaten were vomited out, or cut their way out of the stomach of the bird somehow. He didn't understand all that, especially since the bird usually roared and took flight again after the humans escaped. The people who came out of the birds were always pale, like him. But every pale human he had ever seen was bad. They killed the animals and then didn't eat them. They killed members of his extended family. They killed everything. He tried to make sure he never had anything to do with them.
Unless they threatened his immediate circle of friends. If they did that, then they died.
He had found many interesting things on the bodies of the pale ones he'd killed. They had skins that could be taken off and put back on. He didn't think those were a very good idea, but all the pale ones used them. Some of them wore pieces of polished crystal on their faces. He found out those were good for calling fire from brother sun. But he only needed one. The only really good thing he had found was a metal claw that could be carried in the hand. His black brothers in the jungle had these things too and used them to cut up the game they hunted. The one he'd taken from a dead pale one stayed sharp almost forever and was very useful. There was even a little pouch made of hard skin to keep it in. He wore that around his neck. More than once his lack of good claws had gotten him into trouble, but now, with his long sharp claw he could fight back much better. It was also good for cutting off some of the longer fur that grew from his head. For some reason his head fur grew a lot longer than his mother's. But then she had fur everywhere, and he had it only in a few places.
But now one of the silver birds had tried to land in a tree and had fallen apart. He explored, finding two pale ones that had been inside the bird, but they were already dead.
He saw another one hanging from a tendon or something, up in the tree. That one had said a word that sounded familiar. His family didn't talk that way, but he remembered when he was very young that he had used that word. He vocalized it slowly "hellllpp".
Now he remembered! That was a word that meant you needed assistance. The pale one had called out for assistance. He started to leave. He hadn't found anything interesting in all the stuff that had fallen out of the bird.
But he was curious about the pale one. This one seemed to be hurt, and might not be so dangerous.
He climbed the tree.
As he got closer to the pale one he saw that it looked different from all the others he had seen. Its legs were bare for one thing. Then he realized that the removable skin it wore was hanging down. It wore something white where its sex organs were. And this pale one had long hair on its head, like he did. All the others had had short hair and usually wore some kind of molded leaf type thing on their heads. This one had the things on its feet that he had seen on the others. He thought they protected the feet, like an extra layer of skin.
It moaned and opened its eyes.
He was amazed. This pale one had eyes the same color as his! He had seen his eyes in his reflection in pools of water and they were green, like a plant. He had never seen any pale one with eyes like his. It made gurgling noises in its throat and its mouth opened. It made the noise again "Help me, please".
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Jane came to again, her head still aching and feeling like it was stuffed with cotton. The naked man was right in front of her! He had climbed the tree. She was having a hard time breathing. "Help me, please" she gasped. The man's hand went to something hanging around his neck. He had a knife! He reached toward her and began cutting at her dress.
What was he doing? Then she realized he was trying to find what was holding her to the seat. Her arms had been hanging down toward the ground and she brought them to her lap with an effort. She fumbled through the folds of her dress and found the seat belt. She traced it back toward the seat and slapped it several times to show the man.
He grunted and reached toward her hand. She felt the vibrations of the knife biting into the belt.
Then she was falling.
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Tarzan heard the words and remembered their meaning. He almost decided to climb back down the tree and leave this pale one to die. But something about it was interesting. It seemed to sleep like a bat, hanging upside down. But when it woke up it wanted help. It wasn't gripping the tree with its feet, and he knew that pale ones had no tail. Something must be holding it up. He searched through the removable skin, cutting pieces away so he could see. Its hand came up and started patting a wide strip of thick skin. Aha! That's what was holding it to the thing it had been sitting on. He began using his claw to cut the skin. Suddenly it snapped and the pale one fell.
Tarzan knew he could have jumped that far and it would have been fine, but the pale ones from outside the jungle didn't seem to be very agile or healthy, so he decided not to let this one fall. Like his brother, the cobra, his hand struck at the foot of the pale one. Then he held to a nearby vine as its weight came on his arm. It weighed very little. He began to think it might be a pale one child. Indeed, it began making a sound like a youth in trouble.
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Jane took in a breath to scream and felt herself jerk to a stop in midair. Her scream continued, but out of reflex, now. She tried to see what had her foot, but her dress was now hanging down over her face. She batted at it, trying to control the folds of cloth. Finally she got a glimpse of the naked man holding her foot. All that was holding him - and her - in the tree was his other hand on a vine. She swooned and lost consciousness again.
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The pale one went limp in his grasp and Tarzan thought it was a very strange creature to fall asleep in these circumstances. He pulled it back up, slung it over his shoulder and climbed down.
He laid it out on the forest floor and began examining it. He decided to take its removable skin off to see if it was hurt. His claw made short work of that.
That was when he discovered that this was a female pale one.
He'd never seen one of them before. It had teats like his mother, only they were much larger, and were soft. His mother's nipples were black and tough, but the ones on this female were pink and soft.
In fact all of her was soft.
He looked where the sex organs should be, and found the white thing was another removable skin. It ripped easily. Yes, there was the female's sex organ. It had a patch of hair around it, like his sex organ did. Maybe this pale one wasn't as young as he thought.
He sat back, amazed at this pale one. It was soft and smelled good. He didn't think it would live very long in the jungle, though. It didn't look strong. Still ... it was fascinating. Maybe he could learn something about the ways of the pale ones who caused so much trouble in the jungle, before this one died.
Thinking of the trouble the pale ones often caused, he went back to the area where the bird had died. He hunted everywhere for the long sticks that spat fire and thunder and killed everything they pointed at. But he didn't find any.
That was also very odd. He'd never seen a pale one without one of those dangerous sticks. He was getting more and more curious about this pale female he'd found. He decided to keep her alive for a while. Maybe she would do something interesting. He picked her up, slung her over his shoulder and headed for his tree house.
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Jane woke and at once realized her headache was much better. She felt pain almost everywhere on her body, but she wasn't hanging from the tree anymore. She was lying on something soft and it smelled good.
Suddenly she remembered falling and sat bolt upright. Immediately her head emptied of blood, she swooned and she fell backwards, unable to break her fall.
She bounced on something soft.
She was dizzy, but could at least think. Obviously she hadn't been killed in the fall. First the plane crashed and then the fall. She was overflowing with luck today. She turned her head and saw she was lying on a thick bed of grass. She thought dried grass would be prickly and uncomfortable, but this was wonderful. She lay there aching.
Her hand came up to her chest.
She was naked. Again she sat bolt upright and she fought the dizziness as she surveyed her body. The only thing she had on was her stockings and shoes! What was going on? She looked around. She was in a large nest made of grass, in a tree! She felt under the grass and found a floor of branches, lashed together with vines. There was a roof of sorts, thatched, and only good enough to keep rain off. It wouldn't protect in the winter. She laughed at her thought. Here she was in equatorial Africa where the only thing one needed protection from was rain, and she was thinking of winter.
The naked man! She remembered him now. She looked around fearfully. Where was he? It had to have been him who brought her here...who made this place. She remembered him holding her foot, keeping her from falling. He must be immensely strong.
She examined the "house" again, more closely. She saw nothing man-made ... nothing that resembled a place a man would live in. It was utterly ... animal. Cleverly done, but still ... animal.
Suddenly she remembered a tale she'd heard. Something about a white ape. He was legendary. All the hunters and safari men feared him. Some thought him a man, but most thought he was some odd kind of ape with no hair. No one had ever gotten a close look at him. He swung through the trees like an ape, but he was believed to be able to talk to the animals in the jungle.
What was it they called him? Tazam? Tazman?
No it was Tarzan. That was it. Tarzan - Tarzan of the Apes, King of the Jungle. Could the naked man be this legendary Tarzan? He was no ape. She knew that. She remembered seeing him in the tree, not two feet from her. And right in front of her face had been his genitals.
Those were no ape genitals. His penis was thick and long and hung down below a set of testicles that were full looking. The penis of an ape was mostly inside unless there was actual mating going on. Or at least she thought so. She'd never actually examined an ape's sex organs. No proper woman would. But she'd seen her father naked once, had seen his penis and what he called his 'jewels.' This Tarzan, if that's who she'd seen, was much bigger. She pitied the woman who had to put up with that monster rutting in her.
Suddenly she remembered she was naked. She groped frantically between her legs.
No pain.
What would it feel like if a man had been in her? She didn't know - had never experienced that. She thought she'd be able to tell, though, and she didn't feel any different than ever before. She sighed in relief.
But if he hadn't ravished her, why had he removed her clothing? And why not her shoes? Her head began to ache again. There were so many questions.
She felt the tree begin to sway and realized someone was climbing up to the nest. She looked first for a weapon, but there was nothing. Then the naked man's head cleared the edge of the nest and he looked at her. He bared his fangs. She gasped and one hand flew to cover her breasts. The other, already in her lap, tried to cover her mons.
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Tarzan had made his rounds and went back to his home to see how the female human was. He had a feeling she'd still be there. He didn't think she could survive alone in the jungle. Most of the pale ones couldn't. They hired black ones to take them around and protect them. Usually all they had to be protected from was their own stupidity, but the animals all hated the pale ones. He knew she was awake before he even got to the tree. The limbs were moving slightly and there was no wind at this level in the forest canopy. That's why he'd built here. His scent didn't drift from this place. He didn't have many enemies in the jungle, but there were a few. He climbed up and looked at the ... what was that word? He tried to remember.
Mama?
No that was a particular woman. Woman! That was it! She was a woman! He smiled at the woman and she jumped. She started touching herself. She made the sign that in ape language meant "Home" - the flat hand and arm placed across the chest. But her other hand made a sign he didn't know. He'd never seen an animal put one hand between the legs, knuckles out, cupped over the sex organ.
She made the sound of a young one in trouble again and he looked around to see what was bothering her. He saw nothing dangerous, heard no danger. Maybe this pale woman had something wrong inside her head. She was breathing like she had just run all the way from the waterfall to the blue cliffs, but he knew she hadn't left the nest. She was very puzzling.
He decided to try to communicate with her. He tried the word he'd most recently remembered. He pointed at her and said "Wu-man".
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Jane was terrified. The naked man just stared at her. She screamed and he looked around, like he was looking for something. Then he looked back at her and spoke. "Wu-man".
She was astonished. He had said "Woman", plain as day. She looked more closely at him. His head was a wash of hair, long, flying every which way, his beard dense. He almost looked like a lion with a human face. But it was a human face. She could see his shoulders and they were definitely human too. Very broad, heavily muscled. Yes, he was immensely strong. Again he pointed and said "Woman".
For lack of anything else to do she nodded her head and said "Yes. Woman."
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Tarzan watched as the woman made her eyes get big, wider, rounder. How did she do that? He knew of no animal who did that. What did that mean? He said his word again, and this time she moved her head in the ape language, saying "All is well" and she repeated his word.
He knew what the jungle people called him. His name had some mystical meaning to the black ones who gave it to him. He pointed to himself and said "Tarzan" Then he pointed to her and said "Woman".
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Jane felt herself go weak when the naked man named himself Tarzan. It was true! He existed! But he was no ape. He was just a man! Well, not just a man. She'd never seen a man like him before. He thought her name was "Woman".
She pointed to him and said "You, Tarzan" then pointed to herself and said "Me Jane".
She realized that in pointing she had uncovered her breasts. Then she noticed he wasn't looking at them. He was looking at her face. This was all too odd. She had no cultural basis upon which to act. She knew her nakedness was improper ... except it didn't feel improper, under the circumstances. And she had more than enough to think about without worrying about something she couldn't do anything about anyway. She took her other hand away from her crotch and watched, but he didn't stare at her there either. She was amazed to feel faintly slighted when a man didn't ogle her.
She saw movement in the tree behind Tarzan. It was a snake! It was a huge snake - a constrictor of some kind and it was lowering its head toward him.
She started to warn him when he exploded into action.
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Tarzan saw the woman name herself "Jane" and then her pupils narrowed quickly. That meant danger and she was looking up, behind him. Only one kind of danger came from above and that was Ra the serpent. His hand streaked to his claw and he moved toward the woman while he moved the claw to his teeth. To defeat Ra one had to keep away from his head. He leapt over the woman, using the flex in the tree limb to leap to another nearby tree. Then, swinging hand over hand he outflanked the snake and came at it from behind. He judged where its middle was and jumped on it, straddling it. He snatched the claw from his teeth and swung it under the belly of the snake. He stabbed in hard and began to cut it open. He made a four foot incision before the snake began its thrashing. Tarzan hung on, still slashing, trying to cut the snake open. He felt fluid on his hand and knew he was winning. Now Ra tried to fall from the branch, but Tarzan wrapped his legs around the thick body and hung from the branch while he continued to slice and stab. Now he began cutting around the body. He couldn't break Ra's back - he'd almost been killed when he tried that, but Ra hated pain and enough of it could kill the snake. Again and again he struck and finally he was able to hack through the spine. The front half of the snake fell to the ground and thrashed in its death throes. The back half stayed with Tarzan.
He was pleased. Ra was good eating.
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Jane was horrified at what she saw. Tarzan was fast as lightning. He moved like an ape, gracefully and with strength. He had a knife that looked suspiciously like a Bowie Knife from America, almost a hatchet it was so large. And he was vicious with it.
The Boa Constrictor never had a chance. From the time he first moved to the time half the snake fell to the ground, Tarzan had spent less than two minutes. And he wasn't even breathing hard. She watched as he came back to the nest with half of the snake. What in the world was he doing? He began to do what she could only believe was butchering the snake's carcass. Deftly he sliced into the thick muscle and cut off strips. He offered one to her.
She shuddered and shook her head.
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Tarzan saw the woman make the ape sign for "Let's move on to better forage" when he handed her some of the succulent snake meat. She didn't take it, and in fact her pale skin took on a greenish tinge.
Was she like brother chameleon?
He didn't think so. He ate his portion of the snake and began to wrap the rest up. He'd have to cook it. He'd learned cooking from the black brothers in the villages. It made meat last longer. It was one of the few things he thought they did that was a good idea. But you needed to cook it soon or it would be fit only for brother lion, or the jackals. They'd eat anything. If Jane wanted to move to another forage area, that was fine. He had cooking to do.
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Jane watched Tarzan wrap the rest of the snake meat in a large leaf and climb down. She scrambled over to the edge of the platform and peered down to see what he was going to do. He was huddled in a clearing, one of few she could see in the dense forest. There was a black spot with the ground cleared away on all sides. It was a fire pit! Something sparkled in his hand. She realized it was a lens from a pair of glasses and he was using it to concentrate sunlight onto a pile of tinder. Soon smoke came from the tinder and he blew it to life. Then he calmly cooked the pieces of snake he'd wrapped up, putting them on the end of a sharpened stick
When they were done he went to the part of the snake that had fallen to the ground and cut it up too. These pieces he put on a wooden framework that bent into an upside down 'U' that made a sort of cover for the fire pit. He put green branches on the fire and began smoking the meat. Jane's stomach rumbled. She was hungry. And she had to pee. She explored the platform and found the pot by accident, when her foot slid through the grass and struck it. It was made of clay, and had water in it. Other than the knife and lens, it was the first man-made thing she had seen among Tarzan's belongings. She sniffed the water. It smelled fine and she drank some. She looked around. She couldn't stay in this tree forever. Her stomach rumbled again.
She started climbing down.
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Tarzan heard the tree rustle and knew Jane was moving around. He glanced over to see her climbing down. She wasn't very good at climbing. She didn't know where to put her feet and she took forever to get down. She didn't hang and drop either. She climbed all the way down. How odd. She walked over to him. Now that he had a chance to look at her without other things on his mind, he realized that the fur above her sex organ was the same color as her head fur, pale yellow, almost the color of the grain plant some of the villagers raised when it was ready to cut and make into flour. It was lighter than brother lion's pelt, with more yellow in it. His head fur was light like that too, though not as yellow, and the hair around his prod was distinctly brown.
He watched her as she went to the snake he had cooked in the fire and looked at it. She licked her lips. Maybe she was hungry after all. He offered her a piece and she took it. First she kissed it, then licked her lips. Then she ate like she was hungry.
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Jane tasted the snake meat. It was good! It didn't taste like anything she'd ever eaten before. She tried to think of it as "just meat". She realized she was ravenous and stuffed the meat in her mouth. Tarzan handed her another piece and she ate that too. Her bladder cramped. She was going to have to pee soon. She looked around for somewhere to go. Maybe over there, behind those bushes. She went to see.
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Tarzan watched Jane eat. She ate a lot. If he kept her he'd have to hunt more. He thought he'd probably just take her to one of the villages and then she could get back to her own people. She was looking around.
Now what?
He knew there was no danger near. He saw her looking at the bushes that grew good berries and she started toward them. The berries weren't ripe yet and if she ate them her stomach would hurt. Then she'd be noisy and he wouldn't be able to sleep.
He got up to go stop her.
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Jane got on the other side of the bush from Tarzan and squatted. This was going to be messy, but there wasn't anything else she could do.
She was mid-stream, sighing with relief when Tarzan came around the bush.
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Tarzan came around the bush and saw Jane marking territory. What did she think she was doing? He growled, low in his throat, a clear warning.
But wait. She was using all her urine in one place! Surely she wasn't just eliminating. Not this close to the nest. Not right beside a source of food. Now he growled from his middle throat, saying "You have done wrong, young one." Suddenly Jane stood up, her urine still flowing, now running down her legs as she made the sound of a young one in trouble.
What in the world was going on here?
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Jane panicked when Tarzan began to growl at her. He looked so ferocious, snarling at her. She screamed and bolted upright, but she couldn't cut off the flow of urine. She had to go too badly for that. Now it was running down her legs, getting in her shoes! She stood there, peeing and began to cry.
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Tarzan stared at the woman. She was crying! He knew about that. It meant she was in pain. He'd cried like that after a fight he'd had with brother crocodile in the river. He winced at the remembered pain of those jaws, the raking teeth. He'd won that fight, but only barely, and only because of his claw. Maybe she was in so much pain she couldn't control herself. He'd have to clean her up and examine her more closely. He reached for her and just managed to grab her wrist before she began to fight him.
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Jane was terrified. This savage man was coming at her. He'd seen her in her most absolute private time. She had to get away! She tried to run but he caught her wrist. Now he was trying to drag her away. She leapt on him, scratching, biting, anything to get away.
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Tarzan immediately decided that Jane's people must have come from brother Leopard's line. She snarled and growled like a young one, and tried to use her claws and teeth on him. He slapped her once and she fell to the forest floor, limp. He picked her up, slung her over his shoulder, and set out for the falls.
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Jane revived when she felt cold water hit her skin.
"AWWRP" she screeched as she felt tough hands rubbing the cold water all over her body. Tarzan was washing her! She realized she couldn't hear anything because of the thundering of a waterfall not far away. They were in a clear pool of water, about thigh deep. Tarzan had one hand clamped on her left forearm and was running his other hand all over her body! His hand felt huge and hard, like a pumice stone. She shivered as the hand ran over her buttocks and up her back, then around and down her side. She struggled to stand, and get out of the ice cold water. He looked at her, frowning and let go of her arm. Then he used both hands, running one up the outside of her leg and the other up the inside. He went all the way up and she gasped as his hand touched her vaginal lips. But they didn't linger there, moving right back down. Then the other leg got washed and again his hand clearly contacted her vulva. She stood on tiptoes and spread her legs, trying to get away from his hands, but that only opened her up more. Tarzan scooped up a handful of water and splashed it directly on her mons, washing her pubic hair, his fingers cupped, the fingertips mashing into her vulva. Jane squawked, but before she could react his fingers were gone.
She blushed at the same time she realized he was only washing her, and that his movements had nothing to do with sex. She glanced at his penis, and saw it was limp, swinging between his legs. His scrotum had pulled up, tight and round, in the cold water. Then her thoughts were torn asunder as his hands washed her breasts. She felt a ball of warmth explode in her abdomen as his rough hands scraped across her tender nipples - nipples no man had ever touched. The feeling was exquisite and she gasped at the tingles of pleasure she felt. But then his hands moved on. As if she were no more than a rag doll, he gripped her by arm and knee and dunked her in the pool. She came up gasping and choking but then, almost tenderly, he examined every inch of her body. He was obviously looking for something. He checked in her scalp, under her arms, all over her body. He even made her raise one leg and he peered directly at her sex. She blushed again at this, but was so overcome with events that she just did as he directed her to. Then he looked puzzled and stared into her eyes. "You ... pain?" he stuttered.
"No" she said, puzzled herself.
His fingers touched from each eye, down each cheek in a dotted pattern. "You ... cry."
Suddenly Jane felt a rush of warmth for this savage man. He had seen her crying by the bush and thought she was in some pain or injured somewhere. All the events of the past day came rushing down on her and she felt tears starting again. She didn't want him to see them, knew he'd misunderstand again. Instead she moved to him, slid her arms around his muscled bulk, and buried her face in his chest.
Tarzan didn't understand. There was nothing wrong with the woman. He had checked everywhere and she was uninjured. Then she attacked him, but this time it wasn't really an attack. It was the "I like you" movement. He realized she was warm and soft, even in the cold water. He put his arms around her too. He did like her. She was odd, but she felt good to hold. He began to lead her out of the water. She stumbled and almost fell.
She was so clumsy! He just picked her up and carried her like a baby.
Jane felt Tarzan's arms go around her and suddenly she felt safe. She didn't understand, but she sensed he was a decent man. And she couldn't survive by herself. She'd have to teach him some more language and then, when they could talk, there'd be fewer misunderstandings. She felt him pulling her to the bank, but tripped on a rock. In an instant she was cradled in his arms. She let her face turn into his chest and let him carry her. It had been a long day. Her stomach was full. She had been cold, but now was warm and safe. Suddenly, all she wanted was to sleep.