Skinny-dipping – 1 free porn video

Skinny-dipping – 1
By: Jackie

Kelly could feel herself sticking to the leather car seat where her tank top didn’t cover. Jan had convinced her to take the hour and a half drive to the outlet mall but she hadn’t bargained on this. She turned the car’s ventilation system control knob to ‘max cool’ again. The air that came out was even hotter than it had been when vent was selected.

“Forget it Kel it’s not going to work,” Jan commented keeping her eyes on the road. “Air conditioning is a tease... when you really need it, it lets you down,” the driver pontificated.

“It must be a hundred degrees,” Kelly moaned turning the selector back to vent.

“Tell me about it... I’ve got a river running between my boobs,” Jan agreed.

“I could... you know... dam it up with my tongue.”

The blonde driver shot her auburn haired passenger a receptive look at the suggestive remark.

“I did pack a cooler with some refreshments in case we got thirsty,” Jan related checking out her traveling companion’s chest.

“Where the hell are we anyway?” Kelly asked scanning the rural landscape flashing by the windows at sixty miles an hour.

“If there’s a place called NOWHERE we’re in the middle of it,” Jan replied.

“Well a cold beer sounds good to me... it was beer you packed,” the auburn haired passenger requested confirmation.

“What’d ya think... Doctor Pepper?” Jan quipped.

“We should look for a nice shady spot and take a break,” Kelly suggested watching the farm land roll by.

A few minutes later Jan spied the sign. Cracked and faded it read ‘Bill’s Pond - 2’ with an arrow pointing to the right. There were more trees than they’d seen in a while so the blonde swung the SUV onto the gravel road exiting the blacktop.

The first mile wasn’t too bad. The gravel was rutted and washboard but it was still a road. After that it became more like overgrown tire ruts.

“We should go back,” Kelly despaired as the path deteriorated.

“It’s not that easy to turn around,” Jan replied looking left and right at the weeds as high as the four-by-four’s windows. “Maybe there’ll be some space at the pond,” she said hopefully.

They lurched down the cow path for another five minutes before reaching a cleared area that appeared to have once been a gravel parking lot. Rolling the vehicle into the shade of one of the large trees, Jan felt a great wave of relief.

“Thank God,” she said I thought I was going to have to back all the way out again.”

Both women exited and felt the wonderful cool breeze on their sweat dampened flesh.

Jan went behind and opened the back hatch where the cooler was stowed.

“Jan come and look at this!” Kelly’s excited voice came from beyond the tree line.

Abandoning her task the blonde went in the direction of her friend’s voice.

Following the overgrown path through the underbrush she noticed a weather beaten wooden picnic table tucked away in the bushes under the shade of a big tree. Jan found her traveling companion standing on the shore of a glass smooth little pond.

Jan scanned the horizon noting that the k**ney shaped little body of water sat in a sort of bowl, surrounded by higher ground on all sides most of which was covered with thick bushes and trees. She made her way across the narrow sand beach and waggled her hand in the water.

“It’s really warm,” Jan commented shaking the pond water off her hand.

Kelly watched her friend as she crossed her arms and hoisted her sweat soaked tank top over her head. Tossing the wet cotton top on a nearby bush Jan reached behind her back and released the hooks of her bra. The bra joined the tank top and the blonde kicked off her sandals while she was unfastening her shorts.

Kelly felt her pussy clench. Within a minute her friend was naked and wading into the inviting looking water. Ten feet from the sandy little shore the bottom fell away and Jan slid into the tranquil pool with a bit of a squeal.

“Oh my God that’s refreshing,” Jan announced as she began to tread water. “Come on in Kel... it feels wonderful!”

Kelly wasn’t completely sure if it was the thought of the refreshing water or the thought of paddling around naked with her friend that spurred her into action. She was moving forward shedding her clothes and tossing them on the same bush Jan had used. The water was cool enough to make her gasp as she became totally immersed. Her nipples tightened to hard pegs as she floated toward her traveling companion.

“This is great!” Jan enthused floating on her back.

Kelly probed with her feet and discovered that she could just barely stand on the bottom. The water was up to her collar bone. She felt nearly weightless. Jan’s alluring nakedness was laid out before her like a buffet table. She couldn’t resist tweaking the blonde’s elongated nipples.

Jan felt the sensual touch on her breasts which sent a lightning bolt of erotic sensation directly to her crotch.

‘She knows how sensitive my boobs are,’ the floating woman reasoned. ‘There’s only one place this can lead.’

There was practically no breeze so when Kelly noticed movement in the bushes on the surrounding hillside she suspected that it was caused by an a****l. She eventually managed to focus on the distant spot and detected the long mane of dark hair through the branches of a bush. Straining her eyes a little more she detected blonde hair beside it.

‘It’s an a****l... a****ls actually... the two legged kind,’ she concluded.

Her hand was still on Jan’s tit but to the floating woman’s disappointment it wasn’t moving.

“We’re being watched,” Kelly advised her floating friend.

Jan immediately snapped her legs down in a modesty reflex, hiding her nakedness under the water. She turned to look in the direction Kelly was looking. She didn’t see anything immediately either.

“They’ve seen us,” Susan whispered urgently

“Maybe not,” Linda countered in an equally hushed tone.

“Can’t you see them looking at us,” Susan offered the proof.

“Just because they’re looking this way doesn’t mean they can see us,” Kim said hopefully and tried to duck lower behind the bush.

“It’s Kim’s fault she can never stay still for a second.”

“I can too!” Kim responded defensively and too loud.

Hearing the voice Kelly couldn’t make out the words but any doubt that there were people watching them was removed. She made a couple of swimming strokes with her arms to get higher on the steeply sloped bottom of the pond and then proceeded to walk naked back toward where she and Jan had left their clothes. Jan wanted to call her back but didn’t.

The change in angle provided a better view of the peepers. Facing what she now thought were three of them displaying all her glory she called loudly,

“You wouldn’t happen to have a towel would you?”

“Told ya,” Susan took credit for being right but no comfort in their predicament.

Kelly plucked her top off the bush where she’d thrown it and began to dab at the water droplets on her chest.

“Why don’t you come down here... there’s no need to hide.”

Jan watched from neck deep in the pond.

Slowly the four teenagers stood up relinquishing the cover of the foliage. Watching the youngsters descend the slope toward the water’s edge Kelly felt her vaginal muscles clench.

“Where did you girls come from?” the naked auburn haired woman asked out of curiosity.

“We... uh, we live just over there,” the blondest one replied pointing back in the direction of the hill they’d been hiding on.

“There are houses over there?” Kelly asked starting to dry her auburn hair with her tank top. The motion made her tits jiggle and she was pleased that all four sets of adolescent eyes were riveted to the display.

“Uh-huh,” the spokes girl confirmed.

“What’s your name?” the nude woman inquired while still putting on a show.

“L... Linda,” the beach blonde beauty stammered and Kelly caught the nymph sneaking a peak at her shaved mons.

“What about you?” Kelly directed her gaze at the girl with the red-ish hair.

“My name’s Susan,” the second girl said the red flush on her face getting deeper by the moment.

Jan turned her attention to the one with the very long straight dark hair. She had a sort of Puerto Rican look to her.

“Vickie... I’m Vickie,” she announced without being asked.

The last of the foursome, the girl with honey blonde hair down past her shoulders, looked nervously at the ground to avoid the older woman’s gaze.

“My name’s Kelly, and that’s Jan out in the water,” Jan waved as she was introduced but the little blonde continued to study her sneakers.

“Her name’s Kim... she’s kind of shy,” beach blonde Linda resumed her spokes girl role.

Kelly almost laughed watching the teenagers all blushing and trying desperately not to look at her standing naked less than ten feet in front of them.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw that Jan had summoned up the courage to come out of the pond. Her chilled distended nipples tingled recalling her friend’s brief caress. She heard all four of their visitors gasp when the blonde woman reached the point where her shaved vulva came above the water.

“What’s wrong girls?” Kelly asked with a smirk.

Linda raised her eyes and looked Kelly directly in the face. Jan was at her side now and put her arm around her pressing her cold wet body against her side. The shiver from the coolness of the blonde’s skin seemed to go straight to her pussy. The game she was playing with the adolescent peeping toms went right out of her head but she did manage to keep the moan in her throat.

“Their parents are all prudes,” Linda once again answered for the group. “They’ve never really seen anyone naked before.”

There was something very different in the ringleader’s crystal blue eyes now. It was confidence with an undertone of defiance.

Jan felt the heat of Kelly’s body warming her skin where her breast and side made contact. The heat of the day was quickly evaporating the water droplets as she scanned the p*****ns. They were dressed similarly. Little cotton T shirt tops all featured scooped necklines and spaghetti straps. Susan’s was cropped near the bottom of her ribs and Kim’s was even shorter, almost a halter. They all wore shorts except Vickie who had on stretchy blue Capri pants that hugged her hips and thighs like a second skin.

Jan felt the heat rising and it wasn’t from the sun.

“If you didn’t come down here to swim, then why did you come down?” Kelly enquired noticing that Linda’s gaze had dropped. The blondest of the group was now focused on the older women’s pelvises.

“We come down here all the time too... too play,” Susan piped up.

They had all raised their heads now except Kim. The older women could literally feel the p*****n’s eyes roaming over their bodies—and it felt good.

“What do you play?” Kelly probed letting her eyes drink in the adolescent loveliness.

‘They’re all about the same age,’ she concluded reviewing the evidence of their developing busts.

All four girls displayed similar sized bumps under their shirts, and it was obvious that none had reached the stage where a bra was required. Vickie and Kim were the closest to needing the undergarment. They were approaching the point where their chest development could actually be called breasts. Susan was the smallest and Linda was somewhere in between.

“Sometimes we play games... like, uh truth or dare and sometimes we just talk,” the reddish haired one continued to field the questions.

Jan was trying to decipher the group dynamic.

Linda was obviously the leader and she was beginning to suspect that Susan was her number two. From the smirk on the reddish haired girl’s face when she revealed their reason for coming down to the swimming hole Jan deduced that Susan was also the prankster in the group. Kim with her head still downcast was the shy follower but she hadn’t figured out Vickie’s role yet.

The girl with the tight Capri pants, long luxurious dark hair and Latina appearance hadn’t said a word except her name. Looking into Vickie’s dark brown eyes Jan could almost see the wheels turning.

‘She’s the thinker... the voice of reason when Linda’s rebelliousness and Susan’s pranks get out of hand.’

Maybe it was because of the probing look Jan was giving her that Vickie decided to speak up.

“Why do you shave down there?” the Latina asked shamelessly, eyes focused on Jan and Kelly’s crotch.

The question highlighted where the p*****n’s attention was aimed and the older women shivered from the pulsating tingle it caused.

“Do you like it?” Jan returned, pressing her fingers into her mons and pulling up hard enough to cause her clamshell to open a bit.

Three sets of eyes widened and at least one of them made a surprised little noise which got the shy one’s attention. Kim raised her eyes for the first time, looking frightened enough to run. She didn’t, and Jan repeated her vulval manipulation for the late comer. Or maybe it was for herself because her firm nipple and soft tit were pressing against Kelly’s side and the unabashed inspection by the girls was starting that hot feeling inside that Jan knew was the engorgement of her pussy walls. Soon the wetness would follow.

“You’re too young to have to worry about that,” Jan continued. “You haven’t even grown any yet.”

“Yes we have!” they protested in harmony.

“Vickie has lots,” Linda related almost wistfully.

“Yeah she’s got a real bush,” Susan added with a giggle.

“So you’ve seen it?” Kelly blurted out.

The thought of the girls checking between each other’s legs was making her head spin.

“Uh-huh... we... we compare sometimes,” Susan admitted but her face looked a bit strained.

‘What the hell are you doing Susan,’ she chided herself. ‘You don’t even know these women and you’re telling them that you compare pussy hair with your friends.’

The red haired girl was afraid she overstepped until Linda piped up,

“We’ve all got some but Vickie has the most for sure,” the beach blonde leader supported her second’s observation.

Linda’s parents were much more liberal than those of her friends’. Her mother had never hesitated to discuss issues of sexuality right from an early age. It was the openness of her home environment and knowledge of forbidden subjects that promoted her role. She was imbued with self-confidence that grew naturally from her the non-restrictive upbringing. Being a natural born leader didn’t hurt.

Linda really enjoyed her role in mentoring her peers, and even felt a certain responsibility to share her knowledge. Intuitively she waited for her friends to ask questions before she just poured out her knowledge. Her mother had explained that different people matured at different rates.

“That’s why I talk to you about these things,” she’d explained. “Because I know you’re mature enough to handle them and I want you to hear the facts, not some school yard myths.”

Linda had been playing with herself for as long as she could remember. She recalled being only slightly embarrassed when her mother came into her room one day when she was about seven and caught her.

“It’s perfectly natural and normal,” her mom had told her, collected up her laundry and left as though nothing had happened.

That’s why she was comfortable going to her mom two years ago when her diddling had produced the mind blowing result.

“You had an orgasm sweetie... you’re becoming a woman.”

Her mother had gone on to explain more and Linda understood that she could have given her all the information earlier, but that it wouldn’t have meant as much. The lesson included anatomy as well as social issues like marriage and homosexuality. That was when the precocious blonde first heard the term lesbian.

Whenever her friends asked questions Linda freely provided the answers but following her mother’s example didn’t burden them with information they weren’t ready for.

Only recently had the subject of masturbation come up. She was pretty sure that her friends were all doing it to one extent or another but they were all too shy to admit it. Linda had decided to go very slowly in sharing her knowledge of the subject for two reasons. The first was that she didn’t think that Kim was ready and the second was that she was a bit afraid of where it might lead.

They’d done the normal body comparisons. Susan, Vickie and especially Kim were very secretive about it. Stealing quick furtive glances when they were changing to go swimming or when they got together for a sleep-over.

Linda blew the lid off the bashfulness. She looked openly at her girlfriends and eventually persuaded them that it was okay. The trouble for Linda was that looking generated those feelings in her tummy—like the ones she got when she touched herself. She wondered if she was a lesbian.

The beach blonde group leader had strong suspicions that the mature women they’d stumbled on skinny-dipping were lovers. The idea thrilled her right in her girlhood. The way they looked at her and her friends made Linda think they wanted to be do more than look. She’d become pretty good at reading people and she didn’t have a word for what she saw in their eyes but she thought she recognized it. It was a bit like the look her dad got when her mom walked around in something sexy. The term she hadn’t learned was lust and her suspicions were correct.

“Show them Vickie... show them what a nest you’ve got,” the leader said and it sounded like a command.

All the girls giggled except Vickie who looked mortified.

The thought of showing her well furred girlhood to her friends had been really hard the first couple of times. Susan and Linda hadn’t been judgmental at all; in fact seemed enthralled by her pubes. Kim as usual didn’t say much.

Her parents were of Puerto Rican ancestry and staunchly Roman Catholic. Her mother had taught her how to shave her legs and armpits a couple of years ago but there was certainly no way the puritanical Catholic would even imagine trimming around the genitalia. Vickie had always thought her hirsuteness was a curse but the seeing affect it had on the girls she so admired made her proud of it in a way.

She didn’t know exactly why, but she always did whatever Linda asked ever since the charismatic blonde had befriended her a couple of years ago. They’d been in the sixth grade then and Vickie was new to the area and the school. Her exotic looks—exotic for this rural setting—made it difficult for her to make friends until Linda took her under her wing. Like a miracle she was immediately part of the elite. She knew well that her social status depended on her relationship with the popular and persuasive ring leader. She had no intention of doing anything to screw that up.

She did what Linda told her, but somethings were easier than others. Kim and Susan were looking at the trembling Latina and so were Jan and Kelly. Linda was looking at the naked strangers who had captured her imagination.

The slackness in their jaws and the wide eyed interest in what the girl in the stretchy Capri pants was going to do next was all the evidence Linda needed. Her pussy had begun to throb. She turned her attention to her dark haired friend.

Seeing the near panic in Vickie’s eyes Linda decided to take the lead as usual.

“Why don’t we all show them... so they can compare,” the blonde said and her ice blue eyes flashed.

Jan and Kelly were having similar reactions. Both had been admiring the adolescent pulchritude that had serendipitously come into their lives. The older women’s erogenous zones were all begging for attention but their practical minds were telling them that this was just a basis for a fantasy, one they could play ‘what if with?’ Nothing was actually going to happen.

‘Just enjoy the exhibitionist thrill... and maybe tease them a little more,’ Kelly was telling herself.

Jan had reached the same conclusion, and had actually started to wish the p*****ns would leave so that she and Kelly could relieve the sexual tension the nymphs had caused.

When the blonde leader started to push her shorts and panties down the naked women groaned and hugged each other tighter for support.

All eyes were now on Linda as she stooped to pull her lower clothing off each foot in turn.

She stood up straight wearing only the little spaghetti strap top. Her waist was barely discernable her prepubescent hips had just begun to flair. From where they stood Jan and Kelly had to strain to see the corn silk fine tiny curls around the plump little crease. Between the fleshy dome of her outer lips a deep pink line hinted at the secrets inside.

Linda felt the tremendous head rush she always got from exposing herself. The pounding between her legs made her want to touch it. She knew it would be all gooey by now but she resisted the urge. The expression on the strangers’ faces made her tingle all over. She was too young to fully appreciate the connection between the feeling of power and the intensity of her arousal.

It wasn’t her intension to put on a show. She wanted to see how far she could push the two older women. Linda shot a commanding glance at Susan who was standing there just staring. The look was enough.

The red-haired nymph quickly peeled off her shorts leaving her in adorable low rise cotton briefs. They had very faded pictures on them that neither of the naked women could make out at this distance. It could have been cartoon characters or teddy bears, something like that. The point was moot because the next moment Susan was naked from the waist down like her girlfriend.

They both glanced at Kim who was still looking at the ground as if the most fascinating show was taking place right in front of her feet. She seemed to have built a wall between what was happening on the shore of the swimming hole and where her mind had gone for refuge.

Linda and Susan decided on the easier target and shifted their demanding gaze to Vickie.

“Come in Vickie, don’t be such a prude!” Susan challenged.

Vickie knew she was sunk. There was absolutely no way out but to bend to Linda’s will. In a misguided expression of modesty she turned her back to her audience and hesitated just a moment. The girls had seen this view of their Puerto Rican friend so many times that it really held no meaning for them. Jan and Kelly on the other hand were suddenly presented with the highest roundest pubescent butt imaginable. The tight blue Capri pants hugged the perfection of her bum like paint.

The older women sighed in unison as the stretchy material descended. The very long dark hair hung like a veil all around her head as she peeled her pants off. No one noticed. All eyes were on the incredible olive toned bubble butt.

Vickie straightened up with her blue pants hanging at her side. She took deep breath to brace herself for the embarrassing exposure and then turned toward her friends and the two older women that she’d never laid eyes on until about ten minutes ago. She was tempted to cover her hairy girlhood with her hands but she knew that Linda would just make her take them away.

The straight black pubes went out to her groin. Because of her narrow hips the dark triangle seemed to cover the front of her pelvis. Her treasure was concealed as though she was wearing a pair of fur panties.

“See what I mean,” Linda asked turning back to their visitors.

Vickie was thankful when Linda and Susan diverted their attention to Kim. She knew that the two naked women still had their eyes glued to her girlhood and it made her feel really flushed, but at least she wasn’t the center of everyone’s attention.

The lone member of the foursome who still had her pants on was aware of the shift in focus. As soon as Linda had upped the ante by stripping she knew that it was coming but she kept her eyes on the ground. She was ashamed of the way looking at the naked strangers made her feel. When the auburn haired member of the skinny-dipping pair had caught them peeping, she was scared. Fear was nothing new to the shy member of the group. About half the things that Linda or Susan got them into made her very nervous but she always went along in spite of her trepidation. This might be going too far.

The latest form of entertainment at the sleep-overs had her in quandary. She wanted to stay a member of the group but participating in their pussy comparison was just too embarrassing. Kim played sick at the last overnight party because she really didn’t think that she could do it.

Last summer Linda had got them practice kissing. It was always Linda who instigated new activities. It was fun and made her feel really strange—but pleasantly strange. When their unabashed leader had decided that they should compare pubes this past spring, Kim had managed to dodge the bullet.

They were all in Susan’s basement with the lights off and just the illumination from the forty-six inch plasma screen keeping the room from total darkness. Kim couldn’t recall how the conversation had come around to pubic hair but the next thing she knew Linda hiked up her nightshirt and stripped off her panties. It didn’t take long for the beach blonde to convince their host to similarly expose herself. Susan took of her underpants and they were both sitting on the air mattress in front of the TV trying to decide who had more hair.

Then the leadership team turned their attention to Vickie.

“Let’s see yours,” Linda asked the terrified looking Latina.

Kim knew she’d be next. While Vickie sat there looking like she might have a heart attack, Kim got up and went into the bathroom. Closing the door behind her she remembered how hard it had been to get her breathing under control. She stood in the little two piece washroom fighting the panic. She had to figure out some way to excuse herself from the pubic hair contest. She could hear Linda speaking in hushed tones but couldn’t make out what she was saying.

Then she heard Missus Humphrey’s voice loud and clear,

“Okay girls that’s enough, time to get some sleep,” Susan’s mother laid down the law.

Her voice was so loud and clear that Kim was sure that the lady of the house must have come all the way down the stairs. She wondered if her friends had been caught in their bottomless condition but when she didn’t hear any shocked admonitions she concluded that they must have covered up in time.

A profound sense of relief washed over her and she waited another full minute before returning to the rec-room converted to a dormitory. Her three friends were snuggled under their covers in their respective sleeping places, not saying a word. Kim recalled slipping under her own covers and falling asleep quickly.

The memory from two months ago still haunted her. She came down ill the day before the sleepover at Vickie’s house afraid that the crotch comparisons would be resumed—and she’d been right. All Susan and Linda talked about for the next week was how hairy Vickie was. She shuddered to think what they’d be saying about her if she’d been there.

Kim didn’t know how long she could avoid the indecent exposure, but she was hoping that the novelty would wear off. She really had no idea what her leader’s real motives were.

Here she was, there was no bathroom to run to and no protective mother coming to her rescue.

“Come on Kimmy we haven’t even seen yours yet,” Linda entreated.

There were only two choices but Kim’s mind spun and flipped the situation searching for another. Tears were welling up as she pushed down on her drawstring shorts. She could literally feel the heat of the blood rushing to her head. Thankful for the brief moment when her shoulder length honey colored hair hid her face while she pushed the velour shorts down to her ankles and stepped out of them. She knew that she was the shade of an overripe tomato.

She stood there with all five of them looking at her in her panties and prayed for deliverance. The tears were threatening to spill. She cursed her aunt for secretly giving her the little thong with the inscription on the front. If her mother had ever seen them she’d have freaked. She’d never worn them before, so why today of all days?

The pink trim around the crotch bonnet continued over her slender hips until it joined the matching narrow piece of ribbon nestled between her quivering buttocks. The butt floss ribbon joined the tiny triangle covering her mons right next to her anus. The way the joint in the material rubbed her had been causing strange but very pleasant sensations all day. Briefly she wondered if her friends or the older women were going to laugh at her inappropriately sexy underwear but it was not her biggest concern.

‘Can they see how ugly I am even through my panties,’ she wondered.

It wasn’t important. Linda wouldn’t let her stop there anyway.

Still holding her shorts with her fingers, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of the thong and pushed it down with a sob. The ribbon slipping between her rear cheeks sent a shockwave to her girlhood intense enough to penetrate the incredible shame that was swallowing her up.

Standing up, her only covering now, the very short crop top; she began to cry.

Five pairs of eyes were so riveted to the honey haired tween’s coochie that none of them registered her deep distress at first.

The hair around her crease was quite a bit darker than the hair on her head but there wasn’t much of it. All five of the spectators had suddenly forgotten the reason for the striptease anyway. They all gasped in amazement at the spectacle of the pubescent vulva. The plump mons was split and overflowing with the bright pinkness of the girl’s inner folds. Jan and Kelly felt their pussies spasm at the unexpected maturity of the youngster’s girlhood.

Jan looked up at the shaking girl’s face to be sure that the remarkable genitalia was actually connected to the same sweet little girl. Seeing the tears rolling down Kim’s face melted her heart. It wasn’t that long ago that she’d been too shy to ever engage in this blatant a sexual display.

The blonde older woman was compelled forward, leaving her traveling companion standing naked and gasping on the shore of the pond. Putting her arm around the sobbing tween she pressed her face into the soapy fragrance of the shivering girl’s hair and whispered,

“It’s okay sweetheart... we’re all girls here.”

“But I’m so... so... ugly,” the mortified youngster squeaked and then dissolved into her tears.

Hugging the honey blonde tighter in an effort to comfort Jan glanced at the other girls. There were signs of empathy on Vickie’s face but Linda and Susan wore a ‘what a wimp’ smirk.

“Why don’t you come over here with me and we can talk about it,” the older woman suggested and started guiding the distraught teen toward the secluded picnic table.

Kim willingly accompanied the stranger around the bushes and out of sight. One pair of sympathetic eyes was better than five—some of them not sympathetic at all.

Linda had her arm around Susan shoulder and the red head reciprocated with her arm around her leader’s waist. Kelly took in the scene which included Vickie standing alone and looking lonely.

Ignoring the two girls sharing the sidelong embrace Kelly approached the Latina.

“You feel the same way... don’t you?” she asked the youngster with the over developed pubes.

Vickie nodded and Kelly could see how misty the girl’s eyes were.

“Maybe you and I should have a private moment as well,” the naked woman proposed.

When Kelly started in the direction of the picnic area Vickie initially seemed to have her feet planted. It took a bit of force but once she got the girl moving the hirsute tween accompanied her voluntarily.

Following the overgrown path Kelly and her companion skirted the picnic table that Jan and Kim were occupying. They were sitting on the table top with their feet on the bench. Jan’s face was against the side of the embarrassed young blonde’s head, arm around her shoulders, evidently whispering in the girl’s ear.

Respecting their privacy Kelly guided her member of the tween peeping club deeper into the bushes where there were other well weathered wooden tables. Kelly walked Vickie over to one of them and said,

“Sit down here sweetheart and let’s talk about your... uh.... your hairiness.”

The auburn haired older woman hadn’t wanted to be quite so blunt but she couldn’t think of a gentler way to say it at that moment.

In the other picnic nook Jan was whispering in Kim’s ear,

“I am a nurse sweetie and I’ve seen a lot of vulvas... more than most women, because of my job. I want to tell you that there really are no two exactly alike, but yours isn’t that different from some other women’s that I’ve seen... you’re normal sweetheart... you have nothing to be ashamed of.”

Jan pulled her head away from the girl’s ear so she could look into her eyes—see if she was getting through at all. The tears had stopped flowing and Jan detected some of the tension in the girl’s shoulders loosening. It was a good sign.

“Having long inner lips that protrude doesn’t make you ugly honey... as a matter of fact a lot of women would consider you lucky... they’d be envious.”

Jan was hoping she hadn’t over sold the idea. The nurse was well aware that it wasn’t uncommon for women with large or long labia minora to be dissatisfied with their appearance. She just didn’t happen to agree. And after all wasn’t it always a matter of taste and opinion; her intention was only to bolster the tween’s self-image—to give her the support to accept her own body ‘as is’.

“You don’t really know,” Kim responded sounding much more composed. “You’ve hardly even seen it. Up close I mean.”

Jan’s vagina spasmed.

‘Is that an offer?’

“Well no... I guess I haven’t,” the older blonde with the achy mons agreed.

And then, barely believing that she’d said it, she added, “will you let me take a closer look?”

Kim’s eyes widened; under the fear and shame was a glimmer.

Looking deep into the brown eyes Jan briefly wondered what she was getting into here, but the incessant throb between her legs got stronger as she watched the tween pondering her question. She couldn’t really take it back now without leaving the girl with the impression that she was too ugly to look at. By the same token Jan was unsure that she could limit herself to just looking.


Next: Jan takes Kim up on her offer and Kelly shows Vickie that underneath they’re all just girls.