Summering in Femininity Part 1 A Bummer Summer
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When I look back now I can barely recognize the girl I
was at 19, that summer before I left for Iowa State.
That small town catholic girl, who didn't have her first
orgasm until she was 19, is worlds away from the woman I
became. I was really confused that summer about my new
fluid sexual identity that was forming.
The "lesbian" label is never something I've been
comfortable with adopting, and not because I think there
is anything wrong those who choose to do so. Because of
my small town religious upbringing I would have avoided
that label when I was young, but eventually I realized
it just didn't define who I am.
I'm not even really comfortable with the bi-sexual
label, because most people assume those who adopt that
label are sex crazy. My preferences are very fluid and
usually it's not the gender of a person that draws me
in, it's just the person.
My world was really changing that year I got to spend my
last whole summer at home. Me and Jill were moving
quickly into this sexual relationship that was a really
new experience for both of us. Jill's interest in girls
started early that summer after a brief adventure with
the school's prom queen.
The whole thing was just so unbelievable at first, Jill
and little miss perfect, Beth Carter. When I finally got
to know Beth away from school, it was even crazier to
find out how much of a closeted lesbian sex pot she was.
She was ready to dive head first into the honeypot of
girl on girl sex in a way that me and Jill weren't
entirely prepared for.
Jill had invited me over to the Carter's for the 4th of
July after confessing of a little touching and kissing
one weekend with Beth. They had had been drinking wine
and decided to go for a midnight dip while their parents
were playing cards. When they were changing into their
swimsuits, Beth aggressively moved things forward.
She had just grabbed Jill's hand and pulled it to her
little waxed wet pussy, while shoving her tongue in
Jill's mouth. It was the wildest thing this small town
girl had heard of, up to that point. It definitely made
a visit to the Carter's sound a lot more interesting.
On July 4th I picked up Jill at 5 o'clock and we headed
over to the Carter's with our bikinis on under some
Metallica t-shirts and cutoffs. I'd seen the house from
the road many times, but when we pulled into the U
shaped drive and got closer, it looked huge. The
Carter's owned the local car dealership that had been in
the Carter family since the 60's. At the time they
seemed like millionaire's to me, but their McMansion was
just like all the other cookie cutter houses in the
fancy neighborhoods in Des Moines or Omaha. Beth's
yellow Jeep was out front with a perfectly clean and
polished little body, just like the driver.
"Jill, are you sure this is cool, me coming over today?
I'm not so sure about this, and I'm not taking any shit
from Beth. If she cops her "oh my god I'm so popular"
attitude today, I'm outta here."
She smiled and poked my forehead. "Just be cool Tanya,
Beth is a lot different away from school. She's actually
pretty easy to talk to, and cusses like a sailor when
she's away from her parents."
"OK, but I'm serious. I won't make a scene or anything,
because your mom and her mom are so close, but I'm not
putting up with any B.S. If she pisses me off I'm
leaving, and I'll come back later and get you."
"It'll be cool I promise, don't get your panties in a
wad." I punched her in the shoulder before she finished,
and grabbed the door handle.
As we climbed out of my pick-up, Beth came flying up the
driveway on a dirt bike. A bright red one, with knobby
tires and it was covered with mud. She had mud
splattered on her black boots and jeans. Her blonde hair
was pulled back and a red handkerchief was tied to the
ponytail.
She sk**ded to a stop in front of us killing the engine,
and pulled on her t-shirt a few times to fan herself.
"Marshall Amplification" was printed across the front of
the black t-shirt, a V was cut in the neck low enough to
reveal a little cleavage and the sleeves were cut off.
This was sure as hell not the Beth I used to see in high
school, she looked like a damn model from a beer
commercial.
"Hey Jill, what's up chick? You brought Tanya today, hey
Tanya."
"You're cool with Tanya hanging out, right?"
Beth untied the handkerchief and shook her wavy blond
hair and shot me a mischievous look. "Fucking A, this is
going to be awesome. Shit Tanya that truck is cherry; an
International Harvester, those things are fucking tanks.
You guys do a frame off restoration on that?"
Now I was speechless. She not only showed appreciation
for my favorite possession, she knew what it was, and
understood the work we put into to restoring it. My
brilliant response was like something Rickey would say.
"Uh... yes."
"Awesome, it's so cool a hot chick drives that around
town instead one of those dorky farm boys that spit
tobacco down the door. It'd be awesome to drive it
sometime; I'll trade you my Jeep."
She was busting my balls just like Jill and I do to each
other all the time. This thankfully brought me out of my
state of dorkyness. "In your dreams, nobody is driving
that panty dropper around town but me."
"Good answer," she smirked. "We are going to have some
fun tonight bitches. I need to go take a shower, you
guys come up to my room while I get cleaned up."
We had to go through the garage so we could drop off
Beth's clothes in the mud room before going upstairs to
her room. She pulled off her boots as soon as we got
inside, and then peeled her jeans and t-shirt off. She
threw her clothes in one of the two washers they had in
there, and had us follow her up a back stairway that
went right up to her room.
I was right behind her as we climbed the stairs and her
perfect little butt was right in front of me, covered by
a tiny pair of yellow lacy panties that matched her bra.
I don't think I had ever owned matching underwear at
that point in my life. Jill was right; she looked even
more perfect with no clothes on.
I could smell her all the way up the stairs. Musky but
sweet, definitely a girly smell, but not like the locker
room at school. I could hear my heart beat in my ear
drums when we got up to her room. I didn't understand it
at the time, I was too naive. It was sexual excitement.
She was the most popular girl in school, always the
queen of the ball, the forbidden fruit for any girl. Now
she was being a real person, a cool girl that rides dirt
bikes and knows about cars. The bitch was smoking hot
even when she was sweaty and dirty.
Her room was gigantic; it was basically the entire
second story over their three car garage. She had her
own little kitchen in one corner, and a separate area
with a leather couch and some bean bag chairs
surrounding a round coffee table. Behind the couch were
some built in shelves that covered the whole wall. In
the middle of the built ins was a really cool old school
Pioneer stereo and turntable.
The stereo system was surrounded by a bunch of vinyl
records; she had hundreds. She walked over to the window
on the other side of the room and flipped on the box fan
that was facing out. She reached under the coffee table
and pulled out a tray with a little pile of weed, a pack
of papers and 6 perfectly rolled joints.
"Help yourself. Its killer weed, so you guys might want
to share one. Just try to blow the smoke at the fan. I'm
going to hit the shower, and then we can go have dinner.
My dad's making bacon wrapped fillets. "
We plunked down in the huge bean bag chairs and Jill
picked up a joint and smelled it. "Well, should we?"
"I don't know if I can handle it. I get paranoid when I
smoke, and we're going to have to sit and eat dinner
with your parents, and Beth's parents."
Jill lit one up anyway and took a big long hit, then
handed it to me with puffed out cheeks, trying to hold
the smoke in. I took a big a hit and immediately started
coughing when the heavy smoke hit my lungs. Then Jill
started to cough because I made her laugh, and reached
over for the joint so she could take another hit. I kept
thinking this was a bad idea, but I grabbed it again and
took two more hits, then gave the joint back to Jill.
"No more Jill, that's it; I'm going to be blasted when
we go down for dinner. "
I floated out of the chair over to Beth's record
collection to scope out her tastes. It was alphabetized
and the collection was perfect, just like her house, and
her jeep and her tan little body. I started from the
bottom right and moved to the left. I didn't recognize
some of them, but I noticed a lot of the same bands that
dad and uncle Stu used to listen to. On that bottom
shelf she seemed to have everything ever released by ZZ
Top, The Who, Van Halen, Bob Seger, The Rolling Stones,
Queen, Pink Floyd, Metallica, Motorhead, Motley Crue,
Montrose, Led Zepplin and everything in between.
I looked at the top shelf and started from the left;
AC/DC, Aerosmith, The Allman brothers, The Beatles,
Boston... and it went on and on. I pulled down the first
release from Boston and flipped it over to look at the
song titles. Written in ink at the bottom was "To T.C.,
the best boyfriend ever, from J.T. Aug 1976". It was a
gift from Beth's mom to her dad when they were in middle
school, what a trip. All the albums were probably the
original ones from back in the day.
I lifted the album up and breathed in, it smelled just
like that vintage record store in The Old Market in
Omaha. I took the record out of the sleeve and looked at
both sides. It was perfect, no scratches. I switched on
the old Pioneer receiver and could see the glow of the
tubes through the top vents. I gently placed the record
on the turn table and pushed play, then plopped back
down on the bean bag. The first song started as the
needle crackled on the vinyl, and the sound was perfect
and warm.
"I looked out this morning and the sun was gone. Turned
on some music to start my day. I lost myself in a
familiar song. I closed my eyes and I slipped away."
"It's more than a feeling (more than a feeling).When I
hear that old song they used to play (more than a
feeling). I begin dreaming (more than a feeling). 'till
I see Marianne walk away. I see my Marianne walkin'
away."
The music swirled around the room; our heads already
numb form the half of a joint. We leaned back and lost
all track of time. We listened to the second song, then
the third. The wild beginning to "Long Time" was so
cool; my dad told me it was recorded in the guitar
player's basement before there was even a full band.
When we got almost to the end of the third song, right
when the heavy riffs kick in, Beth came running out of
the bathroom. She was wearing just a little pink towel
and yelled "Awesome Song!" She played air guitar with
her feet wide apart, making high sweeps with her right
hand to the rhythm of the guitar. Her towel slipped to
floor while she had her arm high in the air; and there
she was, totally naked.
We hadn't been at her house longer than 30 minutes, and
she had managed to get naked in front of us already. No
tan lines, no pubic hair, and everything had a perfect
shape and size. She's maybe 5'5" 110 lbs., and her boobs
look big but not too big. They had no sag, and perfectly
placed smooth, quarter sized areola with pencil eraser
nipples. She screeched and grabbed her towel, laughing
hysterically as she ran back to her bathroom. Jill wolf
whistled and leaned back on the bean bag kicking her
feet and laughing, and that got me started. It was so
very funny, because we were so very high.
Jill came back out a few minutes later with her bikini
on. It was red, white, and blue with stars and stripes,
the coolest swim suit I had ever seen. It barely covered
her boobs, and the bottom half was so small, it was half
way in her butt crack. She spun around giving us the
whole view. "It's my 4th of July suit, mom got it for me
in Ames, you like?"
"It's fucking sexy girl; you wear that around your Dad?"
Jill asked wide eyed.
"Yeah right, he'd have a heart attack. I'll wear a cover
up until tonight when we can get the pool to ourselves."
She then turned around and gave her butt a little
wiggle, and grabbed a cover up from her dresser. Before
we went down to eat, Beth sat and smoked the half of a
joint we left on her rolling tray. It was such strong
weed; she must have had a lot more practice smoking than
we did. I couldn't have smoked all that, I would've been
a zombie at dinner.
When Beth was done she looked over at me. "Tanya my
dear, you have Chinese eyes, you better use some Visine
before we go down for dinner. Come on I've got some in
my bathroom, follow me." Her bathroom looked like
something you'd see in a fancy hotel. It had a huge open
shower with no doors, stone tile everywhere and a long
counter with all of her makeup and skin care stuff
neatly in trays. "Sit on this stool. Since you probably
don't do this too often, I'll help you get some drops in
your eyes."
I sat down and leaned my head back as she placed one of
her perfectly manicured hands on the back of my neck.
Beth placed two drops perfectly on each eyeball and said
"blink". I blinked, and then looked into her dark blue
eyes. She stared back at me and smiled, then leaned in
and kissed the tip of my nose.
"There, all better. God I'm so jealous, you have such
long dark natural eyelashes. You don't even use mascara,
do you?"
"Thanks and no. I usually don't wear much makeup". I
tilted my head forward and looked in the mirror at the
back of her wavy blonde hair, wondering where she was
going with this. If she was going to kiss me like she
kissed Jill, I was all for it at this point.
"Yeah I noticed, I wish I could get away with that. You
have better skin tone than I do, and you probably tan
easier. I have to be careful until I get a good tan
going, I burn easy. You ready to eat?"
I looked back at her as she flashed those blue eyes and
a grin, and Van Halen played in my head. "Blue eyed
murder in a size 5 dress. Change, nothing stays the
same. Unchained, yeah you hit the ground running." I had
sure hit the ground running this summer.
"Yeah, I'm fucking starving."
"You got the munchies girl, my weed is kick ass. Let's
go."
We had a great dinner, and talking to her parents was a
blast. They weren't stuck up like I thought rich people
would be. They asked about my plans after school, and if
I had a boyfriend, to which I simply answered "no." I
had no intention of saying anything about Tommy Martin.
That heart break seemed a world away now; even though it
was only a month ago. We talked about music and cars
until almost 9 o'clock and then all the parents went
inside to play cards.
We made our way down to the cabana by the pool where
Beth had stashed two bottles of wine. We peeled off our
t-shirts and cutoffs, and then lazily hung to the side
of pool until both bottles of wine were gone. My whole
body was numb again when we got out to go pee. We took
turns using the bathroom and then Beth switched on the
hot tub bubbles and lights, and dimmed all the other
lights around the pool.
Jill was in need of a smoke by now, and stood behind the
cabana to sneak one in while me and Beth climbed into
the swirling bubbles. I was really in heaven in all that
warm water, my eyes were heavy from the wine but my body
felt weightless.
That's when the Jaws theme should have played to warn me
of the attack. As soon as Beth climbed in the hot tub,
she kneeled down in front of me. She had a hungry look
and lunged for me and grabbed my boobs, forcing her
tongue into my mouth. It was so aggressive; Beth kissed
almost like a boy. She squeezed my breasts hard and
swirled her tongue around mine slowly, groaning with a
low pitched growl.
She was as a horny as a boy too. I grabbed her firm
little butt and pulled her in, getting as aggressive as
she was. Then things moved along faster, and before I
knew it she was lifting my butt up off the seat. My
boobs came up as her head tilted down and then she bit
my left nipple through my suit. I could feel Beth really
squeezing my butt while moving both of her hands around,
trying to get her fingers under my suit.
"Jesus you two, already? I wasn't gone for more than 5
minutes," Jill whispered when she came back and caught
us.
We stopped and looked up panting; still in shock form
all that sexual tension we had just released. Jill held
her index finger up to her lips, "shhhhhh." She looked
towards the house and then slipped her top and bottoms
off right there. She jumped in beside me totally nude
and kissed me with her mouth open, searching frantically
for my tongue as Beth watched.
Then she leaned up and kissed Beth as I watched, and I
thought my heart was going to beat through my chest. It
looked so sexy to see the two hottest girls I knew
pushing their mouths together, and they were really
getting into it.
When they stopped Beth looked at me and her eyes almost
burned through my skull. She slipped my top down and
latched on to my right nipple with her mouth, while
under the water she slipped two fingers from her left
hand under my suit. She wiggled them against my now wet
slit and they slipped in easily, while she sucked hard
on my nipple. Jill leaned in from the side and started
kissing me again.
It wasn't as strong this time because I was so buzzed
from the wine, but my 2nd orgasm ever started to wash
over me. Beth's fingers moved in and out, as Jill
swirled her tongue around mine. I pulled Beth's head in
tighter to my boob and lifted my hips as the wave
crashed over me.
Sitting in that warm bubbly water, while having an
orgasm with my best friend and the little queen of our
high school, my mind flashed to the painting Mrs.
Thomsen had hanging in the art room at school. It looked
like a cartoon strip, and the two lovers were leaned in
for a kiss.
The caption said "We rose up slowly... As if we didn't
belong to the outside world any longer... Like swimmers
in a shadowy dream... Who didn't need to breathe..."
was at 19, that summer before I left for Iowa State.
That small town catholic girl, who didn't have her first
orgasm until she was 19, is worlds away from the woman I
became. I was really confused that summer about my new
fluid sexual identity that was forming.
The "lesbian" label is never something I've been
comfortable with adopting, and not because I think there
is anything wrong those who choose to do so. Because of
my small town religious upbringing I would have avoided
that label when I was young, but eventually I realized
it just didn't define who I am.
I'm not even really comfortable with the bi-sexual
label, because most people assume those who adopt that
label are sex crazy. My preferences are very fluid and
usually it's not the gender of a person that draws me
in, it's just the person.
My world was really changing that year I got to spend my
last whole summer at home. Me and Jill were moving
quickly into this sexual relationship that was a really
new experience for both of us. Jill's interest in girls
started early that summer after a brief adventure with
the school's prom queen.
The whole thing was just so unbelievable at first, Jill
and little miss perfect, Beth Carter. When I finally got
to know Beth away from school, it was even crazier to
find out how much of a closeted lesbian sex pot she was.
She was ready to dive head first into the honeypot of
girl on girl sex in a way that me and Jill weren't
entirely prepared for.
Jill had invited me over to the Carter's for the 4th of
July after confessing of a little touching and kissing
one weekend with Beth. They had had been drinking wine
and decided to go for a midnight dip while their parents
were playing cards. When they were changing into their
swimsuits, Beth aggressively moved things forward.
She had just grabbed Jill's hand and pulled it to her
little waxed wet pussy, while shoving her tongue in
Jill's mouth. It was the wildest thing this small town
girl had heard of, up to that point. It definitely made
a visit to the Carter's sound a lot more interesting.
On July 4th I picked up Jill at 5 o'clock and we headed
over to the Carter's with our bikinis on under some
Metallica t-shirts and cutoffs. I'd seen the house from
the road many times, but when we pulled into the U
shaped drive and got closer, it looked huge. The
Carter's owned the local car dealership that had been in
the Carter family since the 60's. At the time they
seemed like millionaire's to me, but their McMansion was
just like all the other cookie cutter houses in the
fancy neighborhoods in Des Moines or Omaha. Beth's
yellow Jeep was out front with a perfectly clean and
polished little body, just like the driver.
"Jill, are you sure this is cool, me coming over today?
I'm not so sure about this, and I'm not taking any shit
from Beth. If she cops her "oh my god I'm so popular"
attitude today, I'm outta here."
She smiled and poked my forehead. "Just be cool Tanya,
Beth is a lot different away from school. She's actually
pretty easy to talk to, and cusses like a sailor when
she's away from her parents."
"OK, but I'm serious. I won't make a scene or anything,
because your mom and her mom are so close, but I'm not
putting up with any B.S. If she pisses me off I'm
leaving, and I'll come back later and get you."
"It'll be cool I promise, don't get your panties in a
wad." I punched her in the shoulder before she finished,
and grabbed the door handle.
As we climbed out of my pick-up, Beth came flying up the
driveway on a dirt bike. A bright red one, with knobby
tires and it was covered with mud. She had mud
splattered on her black boots and jeans. Her blonde hair
was pulled back and a red handkerchief was tied to the
ponytail.
She sk**ded to a stop in front of us killing the engine,
and pulled on her t-shirt a few times to fan herself.
"Marshall Amplification" was printed across the front of
the black t-shirt, a V was cut in the neck low enough to
reveal a little cleavage and the sleeves were cut off.
This was sure as hell not the Beth I used to see in high
school, she looked like a damn model from a beer
commercial.
"Hey Jill, what's up chick? You brought Tanya today, hey
Tanya."
"You're cool with Tanya hanging out, right?"
Beth untied the handkerchief and shook her wavy blond
hair and shot me a mischievous look. "Fucking A, this is
going to be awesome. Shit Tanya that truck is cherry; an
International Harvester, those things are fucking tanks.
You guys do a frame off restoration on that?"
Now I was speechless. She not only showed appreciation
for my favorite possession, she knew what it was, and
understood the work we put into to restoring it. My
brilliant response was like something Rickey would say.
"Uh... yes."
"Awesome, it's so cool a hot chick drives that around
town instead one of those dorky farm boys that spit
tobacco down the door. It'd be awesome to drive it
sometime; I'll trade you my Jeep."
She was busting my balls just like Jill and I do to each
other all the time. This thankfully brought me out of my
state of dorkyness. "In your dreams, nobody is driving
that panty dropper around town but me."
"Good answer," she smirked. "We are going to have some
fun tonight bitches. I need to go take a shower, you
guys come up to my room while I get cleaned up."
We had to go through the garage so we could drop off
Beth's clothes in the mud room before going upstairs to
her room. She pulled off her boots as soon as we got
inside, and then peeled her jeans and t-shirt off. She
threw her clothes in one of the two washers they had in
there, and had us follow her up a back stairway that
went right up to her room.
I was right behind her as we climbed the stairs and her
perfect little butt was right in front of me, covered by
a tiny pair of yellow lacy panties that matched her bra.
I don't think I had ever owned matching underwear at
that point in my life. Jill was right; she looked even
more perfect with no clothes on.
I could smell her all the way up the stairs. Musky but
sweet, definitely a girly smell, but not like the locker
room at school. I could hear my heart beat in my ear
drums when we got up to her room. I didn't understand it
at the time, I was too naive. It was sexual excitement.
She was the most popular girl in school, always the
queen of the ball, the forbidden fruit for any girl. Now
she was being a real person, a cool girl that rides dirt
bikes and knows about cars. The bitch was smoking hot
even when she was sweaty and dirty.
Her room was gigantic; it was basically the entire
second story over their three car garage. She had her
own little kitchen in one corner, and a separate area
with a leather couch and some bean bag chairs
surrounding a round coffee table. Behind the couch were
some built in shelves that covered the whole wall. In
the middle of the built ins was a really cool old school
Pioneer stereo and turntable.
The stereo system was surrounded by a bunch of vinyl
records; she had hundreds. She walked over to the window
on the other side of the room and flipped on the box fan
that was facing out. She reached under the coffee table
and pulled out a tray with a little pile of weed, a pack
of papers and 6 perfectly rolled joints.
"Help yourself. Its killer weed, so you guys might want
to share one. Just try to blow the smoke at the fan. I'm
going to hit the shower, and then we can go have dinner.
My dad's making bacon wrapped fillets. "
We plunked down in the huge bean bag chairs and Jill
picked up a joint and smelled it. "Well, should we?"
"I don't know if I can handle it. I get paranoid when I
smoke, and we're going to have to sit and eat dinner
with your parents, and Beth's parents."
Jill lit one up anyway and took a big long hit, then
handed it to me with puffed out cheeks, trying to hold
the smoke in. I took a big a hit and immediately started
coughing when the heavy smoke hit my lungs. Then Jill
started to cough because I made her laugh, and reached
over for the joint so she could take another hit. I kept
thinking this was a bad idea, but I grabbed it again and
took two more hits, then gave the joint back to Jill.
"No more Jill, that's it; I'm going to be blasted when
we go down for dinner. "
I floated out of the chair over to Beth's record
collection to scope out her tastes. It was alphabetized
and the collection was perfect, just like her house, and
her jeep and her tan little body. I started from the
bottom right and moved to the left. I didn't recognize
some of them, but I noticed a lot of the same bands that
dad and uncle Stu used to listen to. On that bottom
shelf she seemed to have everything ever released by ZZ
Top, The Who, Van Halen, Bob Seger, The Rolling Stones,
Queen, Pink Floyd, Metallica, Motorhead, Motley Crue,
Montrose, Led Zepplin and everything in between.
I looked at the top shelf and started from the left;
AC/DC, Aerosmith, The Allman brothers, The Beatles,
Boston... and it went on and on. I pulled down the first
release from Boston and flipped it over to look at the
song titles. Written in ink at the bottom was "To T.C.,
the best boyfriend ever, from J.T. Aug 1976". It was a
gift from Beth's mom to her dad when they were in middle
school, what a trip. All the albums were probably the
original ones from back in the day.
I lifted the album up and breathed in, it smelled just
like that vintage record store in The Old Market in
Omaha. I took the record out of the sleeve and looked at
both sides. It was perfect, no scratches. I switched on
the old Pioneer receiver and could see the glow of the
tubes through the top vents. I gently placed the record
on the turn table and pushed play, then plopped back
down on the bean bag. The first song started as the
needle crackled on the vinyl, and the sound was perfect
and warm.
"I looked out this morning and the sun was gone. Turned
on some music to start my day. I lost myself in a
familiar song. I closed my eyes and I slipped away."
"It's more than a feeling (more than a feeling).When I
hear that old song they used to play (more than a
feeling). I begin dreaming (more than a feeling). 'till
I see Marianne walk away. I see my Marianne walkin'
away."
The music swirled around the room; our heads already
numb form the half of a joint. We leaned back and lost
all track of time. We listened to the second song, then
the third. The wild beginning to "Long Time" was so
cool; my dad told me it was recorded in the guitar
player's basement before there was even a full band.
When we got almost to the end of the third song, right
when the heavy riffs kick in, Beth came running out of
the bathroom. She was wearing just a little pink towel
and yelled "Awesome Song!" She played air guitar with
her feet wide apart, making high sweeps with her right
hand to the rhythm of the guitar. Her towel slipped to
floor while she had her arm high in the air; and there
she was, totally naked.
We hadn't been at her house longer than 30 minutes, and
she had managed to get naked in front of us already. No
tan lines, no pubic hair, and everything had a perfect
shape and size. She's maybe 5'5" 110 lbs., and her boobs
look big but not too big. They had no sag, and perfectly
placed smooth, quarter sized areola with pencil eraser
nipples. She screeched and grabbed her towel, laughing
hysterically as she ran back to her bathroom. Jill wolf
whistled and leaned back on the bean bag kicking her
feet and laughing, and that got me started. It was so
very funny, because we were so very high.
Jill came back out a few minutes later with her bikini
on. It was red, white, and blue with stars and stripes,
the coolest swim suit I had ever seen. It barely covered
her boobs, and the bottom half was so small, it was half
way in her butt crack. She spun around giving us the
whole view. "It's my 4th of July suit, mom got it for me
in Ames, you like?"
"It's fucking sexy girl; you wear that around your Dad?"
Jill asked wide eyed.
"Yeah right, he'd have a heart attack. I'll wear a cover
up until tonight when we can get the pool to ourselves."
She then turned around and gave her butt a little
wiggle, and grabbed a cover up from her dresser. Before
we went down to eat, Beth sat and smoked the half of a
joint we left on her rolling tray. It was such strong
weed; she must have had a lot more practice smoking than
we did. I couldn't have smoked all that, I would've been
a zombie at dinner.
When Beth was done she looked over at me. "Tanya my
dear, you have Chinese eyes, you better use some Visine
before we go down for dinner. Come on I've got some in
my bathroom, follow me." Her bathroom looked like
something you'd see in a fancy hotel. It had a huge open
shower with no doors, stone tile everywhere and a long
counter with all of her makeup and skin care stuff
neatly in trays. "Sit on this stool. Since you probably
don't do this too often, I'll help you get some drops in
your eyes."
I sat down and leaned my head back as she placed one of
her perfectly manicured hands on the back of my neck.
Beth placed two drops perfectly on each eyeball and said
"blink". I blinked, and then looked into her dark blue
eyes. She stared back at me and smiled, then leaned in
and kissed the tip of my nose.
"There, all better. God I'm so jealous, you have such
long dark natural eyelashes. You don't even use mascara,
do you?"
"Thanks and no. I usually don't wear much makeup". I
tilted my head forward and looked in the mirror at the
back of her wavy blonde hair, wondering where she was
going with this. If she was going to kiss me like she
kissed Jill, I was all for it at this point.
"Yeah I noticed, I wish I could get away with that. You
have better skin tone than I do, and you probably tan
easier. I have to be careful until I get a good tan
going, I burn easy. You ready to eat?"
I looked back at her as she flashed those blue eyes and
a grin, and Van Halen played in my head. "Blue eyed
murder in a size 5 dress. Change, nothing stays the
same. Unchained, yeah you hit the ground running." I had
sure hit the ground running this summer.
"Yeah, I'm fucking starving."
"You got the munchies girl, my weed is kick ass. Let's
go."
We had a great dinner, and talking to her parents was a
blast. They weren't stuck up like I thought rich people
would be. They asked about my plans after school, and if
I had a boyfriend, to which I simply answered "no." I
had no intention of saying anything about Tommy Martin.
That heart break seemed a world away now; even though it
was only a month ago. We talked about music and cars
until almost 9 o'clock and then all the parents went
inside to play cards.
We made our way down to the cabana by the pool where
Beth had stashed two bottles of wine. We peeled off our
t-shirts and cutoffs, and then lazily hung to the side
of pool until both bottles of wine were gone. My whole
body was numb again when we got out to go pee. We took
turns using the bathroom and then Beth switched on the
hot tub bubbles and lights, and dimmed all the other
lights around the pool.
Jill was in need of a smoke by now, and stood behind the
cabana to sneak one in while me and Beth climbed into
the swirling bubbles. I was really in heaven in all that
warm water, my eyes were heavy from the wine but my body
felt weightless.
That's when the Jaws theme should have played to warn me
of the attack. As soon as Beth climbed in the hot tub,
she kneeled down in front of me. She had a hungry look
and lunged for me and grabbed my boobs, forcing her
tongue into my mouth. It was so aggressive; Beth kissed
almost like a boy. She squeezed my breasts hard and
swirled her tongue around mine slowly, groaning with a
low pitched growl.
She was as a horny as a boy too. I grabbed her firm
little butt and pulled her in, getting as aggressive as
she was. Then things moved along faster, and before I
knew it she was lifting my butt up off the seat. My
boobs came up as her head tilted down and then she bit
my left nipple through my suit. I could feel Beth really
squeezing my butt while moving both of her hands around,
trying to get her fingers under my suit.
"Jesus you two, already? I wasn't gone for more than 5
minutes," Jill whispered when she came back and caught
us.
We stopped and looked up panting; still in shock form
all that sexual tension we had just released. Jill held
her index finger up to her lips, "shhhhhh." She looked
towards the house and then slipped her top and bottoms
off right there. She jumped in beside me totally nude
and kissed me with her mouth open, searching frantically
for my tongue as Beth watched.
Then she leaned up and kissed Beth as I watched, and I
thought my heart was going to beat through my chest. It
looked so sexy to see the two hottest girls I knew
pushing their mouths together, and they were really
getting into it.
When they stopped Beth looked at me and her eyes almost
burned through my skull. She slipped my top down and
latched on to my right nipple with her mouth, while
under the water she slipped two fingers from her left
hand under my suit. She wiggled them against my now wet
slit and they slipped in easily, while she sucked hard
on my nipple. Jill leaned in from the side and started
kissing me again.
It wasn't as strong this time because I was so buzzed
from the wine, but my 2nd orgasm ever started to wash
over me. Beth's fingers moved in and out, as Jill
swirled her tongue around mine. I pulled Beth's head in
tighter to my boob and lifted my hips as the wave
crashed over me.
Sitting in that warm bubbly water, while having an
orgasm with my best friend and the little queen of our
high school, my mind flashed to the painting Mrs.
Thomsen had hanging in the art room at school. It looked
like a cartoon strip, and the two lovers were leaned in
for a kiss.
The caption said "We rose up slowly... As if we didn't
belong to the outside world any longer... Like swimmers
in a shadowy dream... Who didn't need to breathe..."
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