Lily could feel the sensations mounting inside of her. It was like nothing she had ever felt before. Shannon’s tongue teased her clit, drawing circles on to it, then quickly moving down to her pussy, pushing it deeply between Lily’s lips and entering her hole slightly before again moving back up and returning to pleasing the clit.
“Oh,” Lily reflexively moaned, leaving her mouth pressed into Shannon’s pubic fur. Lily’s mouth was agape and she breathed hotly against her friend.
Then Shannon dished out a surprise to Lily. As Shannon’s mouth focused on Lily’s clit, Lily felt a single finger push between her aching lips and enter inside of her. She felt drunk, dazed, in a different world. Shannon’s finger started to pump into it, coursing in and out, her lips locked and suckling against Lily’s drenched clit.
“That’s amazing,” groaned Lily. “Keep doing it.”
Shannon slipped a second finger inside of Lily and Lily wriggled into the bed sheets, enjoying Shannon’s attention and desperately wanting her to continue, but unable to help her impulsive juddering. Lily could hear the slurping of Shannon’s lips down below and she could feel each little nerve ending in her clit standing on edge and begging Shannon to run her tongue over it. With fingers thrusting, Shannon intensified all of her movements, obviously loving providing Lily with so much pleasure and wanting to take her to the edge.
With Shannon’s pleasurable thrusts, Lily’s pussy released a creamy white viscous lubricate, covering Shannon’s fingers, the excitement almost unbearable for both young women. Lily’s pussy grool congregated around the base of Shannon’s fingers, tacky and sticky, creating thin strings of the milky substance each time Shannon’s fingers pulled out.
“I think I’m going to come,” Lily quietly sighed with her lips still against Shannon’s pubes. “I think I’m going to come,” she repeated, squinting her eyes and feeling tears begin to well up in them.
Shannon latched her lips tighter onto Lily’s clit and suckled and slurped, pounding her fingers into her friend, desperate to usher her over the cliff.
“Oh God,” called out Lily, starting to buck her hips up off of the bed. She took long, deep breathes, feeling the prickliness of Shannon’s fur against her lips, smelling the subtle and sweet musk between Shannon’s legs, and reveling in the powerful energy that was tingling through her limbs. First she felt it in her toes and then it moved up her legs. Lily’s mind went empty, her eyes still shut tight, and she grew dizzy. Her pussy started to buzz, like it was somehow vibrating on its own, a testament to the forceful orgasm that was hammering at the door, demanding to be let out.
Lily’s legs quivered, shaking through the intensity, and she moaned out loudly as the orgasm gushed through her. Without realizing it, she quickly reached her hands down and pushed Shannon’s face away from her pussy and taking this cue Shannon backed out, smiling as she watched Lily. Shannon placed her moist hands on Lily’s thighs and sweetly caressed them, allowing Lily the space to have her moment.
“Fuck,” groaned Lily, her face sweaty, her hair pasted against her shoulders, strands plastered on her forehead and cheeks. She whimpered as her body trembled, her pussy throbbed with excitement, and she could feel her inner thighs damp as they pressed tightly against each other.
Slowly, Shannon righted herself, petting her friend’s warm fresh as she crawled up her body once more and positioned herself face to face with Lily’s concerned visage. Her brow was furrowed and eyes scrunched. Shannon giggled softly as the pleasured face Lily made was quite cute.
“Are you okay?” Shannon said kindly, nuzzling herself against her friend’s body.
“Mm hmm,” said Lily, nodding her head excitedly.
“I really enjoyed that,” said Shannon. “Your pussy tastes nice.”
“Thank you,” sighed Lily, charmingly embarrassed by her friend’s compliment.
“I’m glad we came up here this weekend,” said Shannon. “That’s something I’ve been wanting to do with you for a while.”
Lily wrapped her arms around Shannon and pulled her close.
“We can do that again when you’re ready,” said Shannon.
“Okay,” said Lily. She felt spent, exhausted, but so very fulfilled. In Lily’s mind, no definition could be placed upon what they did. Never did she feel like some sort of sexual terminology could be appended. She felt great, natural, content, and pleased that her friend was able to give her so much.
“I love you,” cooed Shannon against Lily’s lips, kissing her softly.
“I love you,” whispered Lily.
The girls burrowed into each other, holding one another’s damp bodies, skin sticking together. Their eyes closed and their breathing calmed, slowly drifting off into the warm summer night, sung to slumber by the parade of insects outdoors plucking their instruments and calling out into the firmament.
It was a beautiful night.
ROAD TRIPPIN' NO PANTIES
*
“WOO HOO!” HOOTED Jenny, pumping her fist out of the passenger side window. “Welcome to Utah!”
“Life Elevated,” said Nat, reading the welcome sign as they crossed the border. Nat was behind the wheel of her old 90s Volvo, custom painted a bright orange, and wore a cerulean romper with the attached shorts showing off much of her thighs as she sat in the driver seat. Both girls, freshly 18 years old, were excited to take a road trip together, ready to enjoy their summer vacation after a tough first year at college.
“So, what’s our total now?” said Jenny in thought, looking upwards and counting in her head. “Five states?”
“Illinois, Iowa, Nebraska,” started Nat.
“Nebraska, yuk,” interrupted Jenny.
“It wasn’t that bad” said Nat.
“Boring!” exclaimed Jenny. “So Illinois, Iowa, Nebraska, Colorado, and now Utah. Five.”
“But do we actually count Illinois because we’re from there?” posited Nat.
“Yes, of course,” said Jenny. “All the states we’ve touched since the start of this trip. That includes our home state.”
“Fine,” acquiesced Nat.
“Hey,” said Jenny. “Let’s pull over at this scenic overlook. I really gotta pee.”
“This one?” said Nat, pointing at a sign advertising the next scenic rest stop.
“Yep,” said Jenny. “I’ve been holding it for too long.”
“You got it, babe,” said Nat. She navigated the bright orange car into the right lane, with almost no traffic to block her merge, and slowed the car as they pulled off onto the ramp to take them to their destination.
Pulling into a spot at the near-desolate rest stop, Nat cut the engine and stretched in her seat. Jenny immediately threw the door open and stepped out. Nat followed her friend’s lead, both girls now standing in the parking lot, stretching out from the long car ride, each with a thin pair of flip-flops on their feet. Jenny adjusted her light and flowing floral sundress and looked around. The area felt like a desert, arid and dry, and they were surrounded by beautiful giant mountain ranges of craggy rocks. It was an immensely gorgeous sight to behold.
“Look at this place,” mused Nat.
“I know, right?” said Jenny. “It’s awesome around here.”
“Hot, too,” said Nat, fanning herself. “It’s gotta be 100 degrees.”
“But not humid at all,” said Jenny.
The scenic rest stop was dotted with just a handful of other people, with only a few other cars in the parking lot accompanied by one long-haul semi truck. Jenny spotted a small outhouse and started to skip over toward it with Nat following behind her.
The bathroom looked rough from the outside, almost ramshackle, with paint peeling from the rusty outer walls. The girls looked it up and down for a moment in silence.
“I don’t know,” said Nat. “Looks pretty shitty.”
“Yeah,” said Jenny, pushing her sunglasses up her head and thinking about what kind of horrors lurked inside.
“You going in?” said Nat, pushing gentl
y at Jenny’s back.
“I guess I have to,” said Jenny. She stepped forward and opened the door, sneaking in and then closing the door behind her. It didn’t take more than a couple seconds before she popped back out from the bathroom.
“Nope,” said Jenny. “Not doing that.”
“What are you gonna do?” said Nat.
“Let’s just walk up that path,” Jenny said, pointing to a worn dirt path that led up a rocky mountainside. At the top of the path was a bench with a roof over it, a place intended for tourists to take in the landscape.
“Okay,” said Nat. “Then what? You gonna pee behind a rock?”
“Exactly,” said Jenny. “C’mon.”
Jenny grabbed Nat’s hand and the two traipsed up the path, passing a family on their way down. As they walked they kicked up dust and looked around them for a secluded spot off to the side for Jenny to relieve herself. A number of small lizards scurried off the path as the girls ambled and one even spooked Jenny as it seemed to come from nowhere. At first she squealed but then she laughed at herself.
“What about there?” said Nat, pointing off to a little ledge that would take the girls behind a massive boulder. It looked as though it could obscure them from anyone else walking up the path.
“That’ll do,” said Jenny, stepping off the path now, walking over the driest of plant life and kicking pebbles. Nat stayed on the path as Jenny walked away.
Jenny then stopped in her tracks, turned, and looked at Nat.
“You gotta come with me,” said Jenny.
“What?” said Nat. “No way.”
“Yes way,” said Jenny, motioning for her to follow. “You have to be my lookout.”
Nat rolled her eyes and then followed her friend behind the boulder. Jenny smiled and poked at Nat and then the girls walked off into as secluded as a spot as they could find.
Jenny looked around to see if she could spot any people that would see her, though the two were high enough up the path that even the people down at the parking lot would have a difficult time seeing what they were doing. Satisfied that they were sufficiently hidden, Jenny squatted down next to the rock, bracing her hand up against it to maintain her balance. With her other hand she lifted her dress up slightly and started to pee. The stream of liquid trailed down with some force and wetted the arid dirt between her feet.
“Are you not wearing any panties?” said Nat, watching her friend as she peed.
“Nope,” said Jenny, looking up to Nat and grinning. “I didn’t even bring panties on the trip.”
“What?” said Nat with an incredulous laugh. “No panties at all?”
“None,” said Jenny, the pee still flowing out from between her legs. “I’ve got some running shorts with liners built in, but I figured I wouldn’t need any. Road trippin’ no panties!” she exclaimed with a laugh.
“You’re nuts,” said Nat, shaking her head. “And you’re spraying your feet.”
“Whatever,” said Jenny, looking down to her feet. “I’m on vacation.”
The stream of Jenny’s pee started to weaken and then she gave a couple more quick spurts. Finished, she stood up and blotted at herself between her legs with the fabric of her cotton dress. Jenny looked over to Nat and grinned.
“All done,” said Jenny, wiping her hands against her dress.
“I still can’t believe you didn’t bring any panties on this trip,” said Nat, smiling at her friend.
“Oops!” said Jenny, pulling her dress up quickly in the front to reveal to Nat that she was indeed naked underneath. Between her legs her pussy mound was completely bare, no pubic hair at all. Nat could see the soft, fleshy contours of Jenny’s pussy lips, forming a fine hairless slit.
“Jenny!” said Nat. “I can see that you waxed before we left, too.”
“You got me,” said Jenny laughing.
“Well, I think that trucker down there just saw you flash me,” said Nat, subtly pointing down to the parking lot at a burly looking man peering up at the girls.
“Let him look,” said Jenny. “I don’t give a damn.” She strutted off past Nat and as she walked by her friend, Nat smacked her on the ass with a giggle. Jenny squealed and jumped slightly as she felt the hit.
The two friends sauntered back down the path, making their way to the parking lot to continue on their journey. As they neared the beginning of the path, they noticed the trucker looking at them and grinning.
“Enjoy the show?” said Jenny, smiling at the trucker.
“Yep,” he said. “I wouldn’t piss in these toilets if I were a sweet young girl like you either.”
“Right?” said Jenny. “Fucking gross.”
“I don’t think they clean ‘em but once a month,” he said, lifting his hat up and scratching his head.
“Let’s go,” said Nat, trying to push away from the conversation.
“Hey wait,” said Jenny. “I’ve got a question for you,” she said to the trucker.
“Shoot,” he said.
“You’re on the road a lot,” she started, standing her ground. “Doesn’t it get lonely?”
“Sure does,” he said.
“I’ve always wondered this,” said Jenny. “So what do you do? I mean, you gotta get your dick wet somehow, right?” As she said this the trucker burst out laughing and Nat turned away blushing.
“Well,” started the trucker as his laughter died down. “You seen them billboards on the side of the road advertising spas?”
“Yeah,” said Jenny.
“Sometimes they say something like, ‘truckers welcome’ or whatnot,” he continued. “Well, that’s where we get our dicks wet.”
“Shut up,” said Jenny. “Does your wife know?” she asked, pointing to the wedding ring on the trucker’s finger.
“She knows it’s lonely on the road,” he said. “That’s all she needs to know.” Jenny laughed and smiled.
“I like you, Mr. Trucker,” Jenny said.
“I like you, Ms. Young Lady,” said the trucker.
“Well, thanks!” said Jenny, grinning at her new friend. She quickly turned and squeezed Nat’s arm. The two then plodded off back toward the car, both girls giggling from the encounter.
Inside the car, Nat keyed the ignition to bring the engine back to life and fussed with the AC to get cool air flowing. Jenny sat in the passenger seat, fluffing out her sundress and smiling to herself.
“You’re such a weirdo,” said Nat, suppressing a laugh as she put the car in reverse and pulled back.
“I gave that trucker a story,” said Jenny. “It’ll be a little wank fantasy for him.”
“Just don’t get any pee dribbles on my seat,” said Nat.
“You wish you didn’t have constricting panties on either,” said Jenny. “You should just take them off.”
“Why don’t you take them off for me?” said Nat, shifting into drive and pointing the car toward the ramp.
“If you didn’t have that little romper on, I would,” said Jenny, picking at the light cotton of Nat’s clothes. Around Nat’s waist was the elastic band of the romper and Jenny yanked at it, letting it snap back against Nat’s midsection.
“Stop it!” said Nat, laughing and smacking at her friend as she tried to pay attention to the road.
“Nope,” said Jenny. She propped her feet up on the dashboard and quickly lifted her dress up above her hips, again revealing her pussy for her friend to see. Jenny teasingly spanked at her pussy lips a couple times making a light slapping sound.
“I’m gonna kill you,” said Nat, again smacking Jenny on the shoulder. “Just let me drive.”
“Kill that AC,” said Jenny, putting her feet back on the ground and rolling her window down. “I wanna feel the heat!”
Nat once again boarded the highway, bringing the car back up to cruising, as the girls returned to their road trip. Wind blew in through Jenny’s open window and she laughed and hooted.
*
The sun was beginning to set over a beautiful range o
f mountains and the girls had parked in a camp ground inside a National Park. There were trees around them but they looked grey and desiccated and the ground below was mostly dry dirt. Large boulders peppered the landscape and a couple segregated wooden fences made of the local trees cordoned off their campsite. Theirs was the only car at the site.
Jenny made short work of pitching the tent, instructing Nat on what to hold and where to put things as they set up. Once their tent was erected, Nat pulled two wrapped up sleeping bags from the trunk of the car and tossed one to Jenny. The girls quickly unrolled their bags and set them up inside the tent.
“It’s desolate around here,” remarked Nat, looking around at their site lit by the remaining sun. “I can’t believe we’re the only ones.”
“Well, it is the middle of summer,” said Jenny. “And it’s hot out here!”
“It’ll cool down overnight, though,” said Nat. “It won’t be too bad.”
“Phew,” said Jenny, fanning herself now.
“You did a good job with that tent,” said Nat, admiring their work.
“I’ve camped a lot,” said Jenny. “Ain’t no thing.” She grinned and pushed Nat teasingly.
“Should we start a campfire?” said Nat, shuffling her way over to a small fire pit made with rocks. “I’ve got a pie iron we could use to cook up some sandwiches.”
“Sure,” said Jenny, inspecting the fire pit next to their campsite. “It’s dry out here, though, so we’ll have to be careful.”
After collecting various pieces of dried wood from around the site and building a little wooden teepee in the fire pit, Nat went to the car to fetch some paper while Jenny inspected the build of the tinder. Soon, and without much trouble, the girls had a small fire burning near their tent and they celebrated with a high five.
“That’ll help with some light,” Jenny said, looking up into the sky. The stars were becoming quite obvious, punctuating the atmosphere above in much greater numbers than the girls were used to seeing back home.
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