“Oh, definitely,” said Carter. “But it’s also kinda sexy.”
“Sexy?” said Yvonne.
“Yeah,” said Carter. “I can’t explain it. It’s just dangerous or something.”
“Can I admit something to you?” said Yvonne.
“Of course,” said Carter. “We’re best friends.”
“You interrupted me and I couldn’t finish,” said Yvonne. “I’m totally burning up inside right now.” She squeezed her legs together and bent down slightly. “Like, I was right there and then you knocked.”
Carter laughed and reached out to slap Yvonne’s leg.
“You’re funny,” said Carter.
“No, I’m serious,” said Yvonne.
“Okay,” said Carter, grinning. “Well, why don’t I help?” She stood up from the bed and seductively moved toward Yvonne, flicking her blonde hair back over her shoulder.
“You?” said Yvonne, confused. “You want to help?”
“Sure,” said Carter. Reaching out, she took Yvonne’s dress by the hem and flapped it up once. Yvonne giggled and batted at Carter’s hands.
“What are you doing?” said Yvonne, stifling her laugh.
“Come on,” said Carter. “Why not? It’ll be fun and wild.”
“I don’t know,” said Yvonne.
“You want to finish, right?” said Carter.
“Well, yeah,” said Yvonne.
“Okay,” said Carter. “Then just go with it.” She smiled and winked at her friend. Again she reached out to Yvonne’s dress and pulled it up, this time high enough to reveal Yvonne’s bare crotch.
“Ooh!” exclaimed Yvonne, slightly embarrassed, almost pushing her dress back down but instead allowing Carter to take the lead.
“No panties, eh?” joked Carter, looking down at her friend’s totally shaven pubis. “I’m not wearing panties either.” Carter pushed her hand between Yvonne’s legs and started to massage her still-moist pussy lips.
“Wow,” sighed Yvonne, beginning to shut her eyes. “That’s nice.”
“How about this?” said Carter, moving in closer to Yvonne now and tenderly pressing her lips against her friend’s. The two girls slowly made out, both groaning softly into each other’s mouths, as Carter continued to fondle Yvonne below her dress.
“That feels fucking great,” said Yvonne between increasingly more passionate kisses. “I’m so wet already.”
“Mm hmm,” said Carter as she kissed. Her fingers flicked and stroked, using Yvonne’s wetness to easily glide over her smooth skin. Carter pushed her index and middle fingers together and then pressed them between Yvonne’s pussy lips, caressing upwards and diddling Yvonne’s clit with each stroke.
Yvonne wrapped her arms around her best friend and pulled tighter against her, spreading her legs wider with her pink dress hiked up above her hips. She stood there presenting for Carter, offering kisses when she could but starting to grow more aroused and unable to return the sultry actions of Carter.
Carter then slid her fingers slowly and gently inside of Yvonne, causing Yvonne to squirm slightly and grip onto Carter’s sides more firmly. With her fingers curved upward, Carter started to thrust into her friend, easily able to penetrate due to how wet Yvonne had become.
“Oh God,” moaned Yvonne, closing her eyes and pulling away from their kiss. She lowered her head and placed it on Carter’s shoulder. “That’s it.”
“Do you know what would be nice?” Carter said softly into Yvonne’s ear, her breath warm with her speech. She pushed her fingers continually into Yvonne, pumping her hand against Yvonne’s mound and rubbing up against Yvonne’s clit with her palm.
“What?” sighed Yvonne, sweat beginning to accumulate on her brow.
“Mmm,” mused Carter, grinning to herself as she pleasured Yvonne. “You and me, back at my place. We grab a bottle of white wine from my parents’ wine cellar and then hurry up to my room.”
“Mm hmm,” said Yvonne, her mind focusing on Carter’s story as her body joyfully accepted Carter’s movements.
“We run a warm bath,” Carter continued. “And then we strip down totally naked.”
“Oh,” said Yvonne, entranced. She slowly stroked Carter’s bare forearm as she listened.
“Before we jump in the bath,” said Carter. “I kneel down in front of you and slowly start to kiss your pussy, flicking my tongue against your lips, sucking softly on your clit, tracing my finger through your wetness.” As Carter said this last line, she pulled her fingers from Yvonne’s hole and slowly ran a single finger between her lips and up to her clit.
“We have to do that,” said Yvonne, nuzzling her face into the softness of the blue dress covering Carter’s shoulder.
“Oh, we will,” said Carter, allowing her fingers to reenter Yvonne and starting her pumping again. “We’ll jump into the warm tub, soap each other up, rub our bodies against each other. I’ve always really wanted to suck on those small tits of yours,” she said, bringing her other hand around and caressing over Yvonne’s chest through the fabric of her dress.
“Will you rub my clit?” said Yvonne, pursing her lips out and kissing Carter’s neck softly. She remained pressed up against her friend, her head dizzy with lust and gratitude.
“You got it, babe,” said Carter delicately. With her sopping fingers, Carter trailed up between Yvonne’s lips and to her clit, beginning a firm massage of circles. She maintained a steady rhythm, wanting nothing more than to please Yvonne.
“Thank you,” said Yvonne, quiet and low. Her breath started to intensify and blow hotly against Carter’s neck, causing Carter’s neck to get sticky with humidity. Yvonne’s hips gently thrust against Carter at a slow pace, though she didn’t move enough to knock Carter’s fingering movements off of their cadence.
“Do you want to fuck me?” asked Carter softly.
“Mm hmm,” responded Yvonne, grinding melodiously, holding onto Carter’s arm, lost in the pleasure.
“Have you always wanted to fuck me?” said Carter in the same, forgiving and low tone.
“Mm hmm,” said Yvonne again, beginning to feel the bottoms of her feet tingling with numbness. She was swimming in her mind, her thoughts cloudy. The intensity of Carter’s massage of her clit was starting to become more than she could bear. It felt just too good.
“I think you and I would make good fuck friends,” said Carter. She was like a professional at this, talking Yvonne toward the cliff as she pressed her fingers steadier against Yvonne’s clit and manipulated it.
“Me too,” panted Yvonne, her head spinning. She was standing up slightly on her toes now, leaning into Carter, widening her stance. She could feel the damp humidity between her thighs, and was so lustfully obsessed with the finger job her friend was conferring on her. Carter’s moistened fingertips were adeptly pressing Yvonne’s button.
“You’re so fucking wet,” said Carter, kissing Yvonne’s forehead. Yvonne’s body started to quiver, her pelvis pushing against Carter now and her thighs squeezing together. Yvonne moaned long and deeply, gripping against Carter as she shook and tumbled into ecstasy.
“Coming,” Yvonne gasped out. “I’m coming.”
“Good, babe,” said Carter. She kept her fingers resolutely pressed against Yvonne’s pussy, but it was much more difficult for her to fondle as Yvonne’s legs had clamped together.
“Augh!” called out Yvonne, her eyes squinting and her skin sweaty and damp. “Fuck,” she said, now trembling uncontrollably. She pulled back from Carter and fell down onto the bed.
Carter stayed standing, grinning down at her friend. She brought her hand up to her face and smelled her fingers. Then she licked Yvonne’s wetness from her fingers to take a taste.
“Mmm,” said Carter. “Sweet.”
Yvonne groaned and writhed on the bed, squirming into her herself, pulling her knees up toward her chest. Her dress remained drawn up over her hips as she lay there.
“You’re so cute, Vonnie,” said Carter, reaching down and smacki
ng Yvonne’s bare ass.
“Oh God,” heaved Yvonne, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her hair was lightly mussed as she burrowed into the bed sheets.
Carter looked over to the bedside table and then reached out to grab the champagne bottle. She brought it up to her lips and took a long sip of it, ending her drink with a refreshed sigh.
“Thank you,” whispered Yvonne from the bed. “I needed to finish.”
“Well, that was interesting,” joked Carter. “I never expected to be fingering my best friend today.”
“We can do it any time you want,” admitted Yvonne, now beginning to open her eyes and look up to beautiful blonde Carter standing above her.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” said Carter, a sly grin pasted over her lips.
“Have you ever been with another girl before?” asked Yvonne, smiling as she was happily fulfilled, and now pulling her dress back down over her hips, trying to straighten out the fabric.
“No,” said Carter. “But I’m up for trying new things.”
“Me too,” said Yvonne. Slowly, she dragged herself up and sat upright on the bed.
“Why don’t we get moving out of here?” said Carter, putting the champagne bottle back down. “You totally put another wet spot on that bed.” Carter laughed and stuck her tongue out at Yvonne.
“What?” said Yvonne, lifting her backside up off the bed and looking. “Oh jeez,” she said, now spotting the spot that Carter was talking about.
“Let’s go, babe,” said Carter, reaching her arms out and giving her hands to Yvonne. Yvonne then pulled herself up off the bed with Carter’s help.
As Carter made her way to the door, Yvonne caught herself staring at Carter’s ass bouncing up and down under her tight blue dress. She felt a great release of pressure deep inside of her, an intense sense of fulfillment. Carter opened the door and peeked out down the hallway. Seeing that the coast was clear, she motioned for Yvonne to follow her. Yvonne smiled to herself, straightened her hair, and left the room daydreaming about what she and her best friend might do next.
LAST NIGHT AT CAMP
*
“DO IT! DO it! Do it!” chanted the crowd of fellow camp counselors behind them. Molly and Krista stood at the edge of the decrepit dock, both clad in their bikinis, holding hands, nervously looking over the edge and into the lake. Lake Pinebush was quite deep at this particular shore, and while neither girl had trouble swimming, anybody would have to muster up the courage to make this leap.
“You’ll get to make the first timers do it next year!” shouted a male voice from the crowd.
“It’s not that bad!” shouted a female voice.
Molly and Krista looked at one another, both nervously smiling, trying to find the mettle in the eyes of the other. It was the end of their first year as counselors at Camp Pinebush, all the campers had already left earlier that morning, and this was the last night for the counselors. After tomorrow, the camp would be empty until next summer.
Both Molly and Krista had attended the camp in their younger days, but now that they were 18 years old and about to enter college, they had been allowed to become counselors. As was the custom, all new counselors had to jump into Lake Pinebush’s deepest shore point from the rickety old dock on the last day of camp.
“We can do this,” said Molly, looking into the eyes of her friend. “It’s not that scary.”
“How deep is it?” asked Krista.
“It’s only like twenty feet,” said Molly.
“Okay,” said Krista. “Are you ready?”
“Ready as I’ll ever be,” said Molly.
The girls gripped each other’s hand tighter and started their run in unison, sprinting down the dock, navigating its loose boards with their bare feet, neither wanting to trip and fall flat on their face before the jump. As they ran, the crowd of counselors cheered them on with hoots and hollers, screams of encouragement, and loud whistles. Molly and Krista reached the end of the dock, still hand-in-hand, and leapt into the air as high and as far as they could.
As they floated, it was almost as if time moved in slow motion. There was no longer a dock below them, only air, and once they reached the apex of their jump they each spread out their free arm and kicked their legs as though they were riding bicycles. Upon their descent, they looked at each other with excited terror on their faces, mouths open wide, anticipation of the splash in the forefront of their minds.
The girls hit the water with a loud crack, kicking up a monster splash in their wake. They dropped well below the surface of the lake, kicking to stop the underwater inertia, and they both immediately started to swim back to the top with great haste. The water was murky with vegetation, pieces of torn lily pads, and various other detritus clouding their view as they made their way up.
Molly popped up out of the water first, taking a large gulp of breath as she broke the surface, her hands instantly pushing her soaked blonde hair back and out of her face. She wiped the water out of eyes and spat, blotting at her mouth and nose and to get the taste of lake water out. Everybody cheered as she breached, and a chant of “Go Molly, Go Molly, Go Molly, Go!” could be heard from a few of the counselors.
Next came Krista, shooting up out of the water about ten feet away from Molly. As she surfaced, her torso bobbing up and exposed to about her hips, it was apparent that she had lost her bikini top in the jump. Her small breasts were available for all the counselors to see, beads of water glistened over her chest, her tiny nipples dark pink against the pale white flesh of her tits and demonstrating an obvious tan-line made by a summer spent in a bikini.
The noise from their fellow counselors was deafening, both guys and girls alike screaming at the top of their lungs as Krista’s tits came into view. Two male counselors high-fived, while most everybody laughed and shouted and made lurid comments.
Krista pulled her black hair back, wringing it out, and wiped the water out of her face before she realized what happened. Looking down, she saw her bare chest as she floated in the lake and quickly covered herself with her hands amid ongoing squawks from the people still on the shore.
“Screw you all!” Krista shouted jokingly, she too laughing at the situation.
Molly swam toward Krista, giggling with the rest, and hugged her friend tightly. Krista returned Molly’s hug, half using her to cover up her chest, when Molly tangled her legs into Krista’s hindering Krista’s ability to tread. Molly squealed and flailed her arms but the two girls quickly sank back underwater. Just as fast as they had sunk, they popped back up, again tending to their hair and faces, Molly laughing and splashing at her friend while Krista stifled a blush and covered up her bare tits.
“Find my top!” commanded Krista, splashing water toward Molly with one hand while her opposite arm concealed her chest.
“It’s right over there,” said Molly, pointing toward the black bikini top floating in the water. She dove in promptly, breaking into a crawl stroke and easily swam toward Krista’s garment. Retrieving her friend’s top, she draped it over the front of her neck and then lazily backstroked back in Krista’s direction.
“Oh, take your time,” said Krista. “Real nice.”
Molly floated alongside Krista now, stomach up, and offered her outstretched neck. Krista quickly grabbed her top from Molly’s neck and immediately began fitting it back over her chest, reaching around behind her back to tightly secure the bikini to her body.
“Aw, come on!” shouted a male voice from the crowd.
“Stuff it, Billy!” said Krista as she finished tying her top.
“You sure gave them a show,” said Molly, treading next to her friend. Both girls bobbed up and down in the lake, floating languidly and expertly as the late afternoon sun shined down onto them.
“Yeah,” said Krista. “Now I’ll be known as the girl who showed her tits to the entire staff,” she said, sarcastically pouting and then sticking her tongue out. “Should be a great thing to be remembered for.”
“You show y
our tits to me, like, everyday,” said Molly with a laugh.
“Yeah, but you’re my roommate!” exclaimed Krista. “Now Billy and Grant and Peter have all seen my tits. I’ll never hear the end of it from those douchebags!”
“It won’t be so bad,” said Molly. “Hey, at least nobody had a camera!”
“We don’t know that quite yet,” said Krista.
“I know you’re not really upset,” said Molly. “Stop the pity party.” Molly floated toward Krista and wrapped her arms around her body, embracing her friend and offering mock-comfort. She sweetly laid her head on Krista’s shoulder.
“I’m not,” admitted Krista. “I just know I’m gonna catch shit for it, that’s all.”
“Well, let’s get it over with,” said Molly.
“Fine,” said Krista.
Releasing their embrace, the two girls started their swim back to the shore as their fellow counselors anxiously awaited their return from the dock. The din of their enthusiasm increased as Molly and Krista closed in on the shore, boys and girls alike screaming their names, chanting camp sayings, and even one shout of “Show us your tits!” echoing out over the lake.
What a summer it had been.
*
Back in their cabin, Molly and Krista both sat naked on their beds, each running a comb through their hair, fresh from of the shower and drying out. Krista stood up from her bed and tossed her comb down onto it. She arched her back out to stretch and then looked down to her sun-kissed body. She had become quite tan over the summer, the difference apparent when juxtaposed with the white strips of skin over her chest and crotch.
“Ugh,” said Krista, looking down to her mound of long curly pubic hair. She ran her fingers through it and teased it out. “I’ll be happy to get back to my electric clippers,” she said.
“Just use scissors,” said Molly. “That’s what I did this summer.”
“I just get scared that I’m going to cut my pussy or something,” Krista said, still playing with her fur down below.
“Here,” said Molly, standing up. She took a pair of scissors out of her toiletry bag and approached Krista, extending the scissors out for her to grab. “Take these.”
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