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Band Camp

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BC1
“So where did you DO it”? Sheryl asked impatiently.
“In a PRACTICE room! They’re sound-proof”! I said smugly. “The whole band was playing 20 feet away and she was moaning and screaming her head off when I wiggled her baton inside her cunt and no one even heard us”!
“Wow”!
“AWEsome”!
“Geeez, Beth”!
It never got old. I’d used that story of me seducing the head majorette at my school twice since I’d gotten off the bus, and it garnered the reaction I was going for each time. This time I embellished it a little with the ‘fucking-her-with-her-own-baton’ part, but these girls were freshmen from a small town school band and they would have believed anything. And hell! …I only wish I’d THOUGHT of fucking her with her baton when I was DOING her! Being called a slut by one of the girls who stomped off after the first time I told my tale was a plus too! She’d tell everybody here at band camp I was a fucking dyke and since the counselors did such a good job keeping the boys and the girls separated, there’d be some horny babe sniffing around me to see if the rumors were true. Good hunting! I LOVE band camp.

“OH SHIT”!! Sheryl’s bunk-mate Kate, Kait-LEEEN …whatever-her-name-is, had just discovered the shaving cream some “slut” had left strategically in her pillow. I gave her a glance and she was drilling holes through me with steely blue eyes. Pretty eyes actually. I gave her a smile. She gave me the finger.

Ordinarily I’d be busting my butt to MAKE this fire-haired twig of a girl because she was frikkin gorgeous, but she was only a freshman and too damned good a drummer. I had my turf to protect. This was my third summer at band camp in Indiana. She was new, from around Chicago somewhere, and already impressing the instructors…which was MY job! I got a little nervous watching her improvise a new stick-beat using some garbage cans as her drum kit after she arrived yesterday, so I used a couple of 5B Vics on a picnic table and drew an audience of my own doing some flamadiddles and sixes with some backsticking thrown in for panache! She was not amused. …OR impressed!

The thunder of a drumline shook the dorm from across the quad and Kate and I looked at each other and raced for the door. As she was squeezing through ahead of me I pulled her back by her bra-strap and tripped through ahead of her. I could see I was going to be competing with this girl at EVERYthing for the duration so I wasn’t above a little… DAMN! I felt my pants being pulled back by the drumsticks I had tucked into my waistband then gave a yelp as they were shoved hard down the crack of my ass. She raced around me. Now THAT’S one cute-assed bitch! I was beginning to like her!

After practice, Karyn the bass horn player from Terre Haute wanted to go skinny-dipping in the pond beyond the woods to cool off. Ninety-some teenagers packed into a small band room for 2 hours and we were all sweating in the summer heat. I couldn’t resist. She was the only girl here from last summer I knew was bi. Her embouchure definitely hit the high-notes on my clit last summer and I was getting horny. My tits had grown substantially since I was last with her and I was anxious to see how hers had fared. When we got to the short stretch of pebble beach between the trees and the water we looked around for any guys who might be lurking and quickly stripped off. She noticed my boobs immediately and had to weigh them with her hands before we dove in. “NICE”! she chuckled. She was still small-breasted with those exquisite puffy nipples I so loved!

Before we had the chance to do more than give each other a hug and a kiss as we swam together, three girls came running down through the clearing in the woods and asked us if the water was cold. Karyn bobbed up out of the water displaying her wet, hardened nipples and the tallest girl exclaimed “Oh my God, she’s skinny-dipping”! Karyn laughed and got behind me and hoisted me up so my tits were above the water and the girls giggled nervously, but kept their bras and panties on as they splashed into the water with us. We swam out to the float in the middle of the pond and climbed up to sun ourselves while the other girls swam closer in to the shore glancing over at us frequently. “We gotta turn some of these girls before we leave” I snickered. “Who’s that drummer you’ve been razzing, with the red hair”? Karyn asked. “She’s my new project! She’s hot but she’s probably straight”. I sighed. “And probably a TOTAL prude”! “They padlocked the groundskeeper’s hut we used last summer”. she said. “That’s OK. Lying bare-assed on bags of mulch wasn’t that romantic anyway! Don’t worry. There’s going to be a black-out in the dorm tonight”. I said as I leaned over and kissed her stubbly pussy.

As I was leaning down I noticed a slender red-haired girl on the beach holding my top up and looking out across the water at me. I couldn’t make out whether it was her, but when she stooped to gather up my shorts and underwear and disappeared back into the woods leaving Karyn’s clothes un-touched I was positive who my practical joker was. Shit! she even took my towel! I’d have to borrow Karyn’s under-wear to get back to the dorms and wrap myself in her wet towel!

“Thanks for leaving my flip-flops”. I said as I passed Kate lounging on a bench along the path up to the quad. “Mmmmmm…” she replied absently, not looking up from her magazine. I finished my climb up the path from the pond and found my clothes neatly folded and sitting on top of the last fence-post. As I pulled up my shorts and noticed my panties were still missing, Kate passed me coming back up the path. “Truce”? I offered. She looked over her shoulder and just smiled at me. “Where are my damn PANTIES”? I shouted before she disappeared around the curve opening onto the main campus. I realized several boys walking up the path behind me had heard me and I felt like slinking into the woods with the squirrels!

It was the middle of summer and it stayed light well into the evening. I was fidgeting and horny and couldn’t wait for darkness to fall but I had some time to kill before I could hatch my plan and slip into bed with Karyn. Kate was sitting on her bed across the room with her back towards me and I found myself watching her over the book I was trying to concentrate on. After re-reading the same paragraph three times over, I gave up and caressed her with my eyes. She was incredible. My gaze cascaded down her slender back following her glowing, silky hair. Just above the band of her shorts her whale-tail peaked out seductively, grazing two of the sexiest sacral dimples I’d ever seen! She was writing something on a notepad and my curiosity got the best of me so I padded up behind her and knelt one leg on the edge of her bed. “What’s that”? I asked. She looked over her shoulder at me for a moment suspiciously and I knew I had to do something to wave a flag of truce so I casually placed my hand on her shoulder and studied what she had scrawled on her note pad. “Its a new cadence”. she said after deciding I had nothing up my sleeve. “Those flams”? I asked, wondering at the tiny x’s next to her quarter-notes.

I smelled her freshly-washed hair as I leaned over to point to her appoggiaturas. My loose collar fell forward as I leaned down and I knew if she glanced over she could look down my shirt and see my breasts. I did everything I could to get her to look over at me and finally resorted to insulting her penmanship. She looked at me as if I was crazy and I caught the lowering of her gaze and the hesitation I was hoping for. I tapped out her cadence with my nails on her pad so she’d think I wasn’t aware of what she was looking at. I could almost FEEL her heartbeat racing and then realized mine was too!

Karyn came in and threw herself down on my bed looking at me with a sly expression. Kate immediately turned away as soon as she heard Karyn walk in and we both burned red as if we’d just been caught having sex. I wondered what she was thinking and feeling while my own thoughts ran wild with possibilities that probably only existed in my fantasies. It was dark out finally and I was as hot as the stifling August air. I pushed myself off of Kate’s bed and told Karyn I was heading for the showers and with a wink asked her if she wanted to join me. We grabbed some towels and headed out the door and I was aware of Kate turning to watch us leave together.

Karyn and I used our shower as foreplay, lathering each other up erotically until my fingers slid in and out of her silky slit lubricated more from her slippery juices than from the soap suds. I asked her if I could shave her pussy and she giggled, handed me a razor from the tile ledge and pulled her lips open for me. I was anxious to taste her once again and wanted her silky smooth since her puffy outer lips drove me wild. We couldn’t keep our hands off one anothers’ bodies so we rinsed each other off and she asked me how we were going to get any privacy. “We’re not”! I said. “But it will soon be completely dark in the whole building and nobody will be able to see what we’re doing anyway. And if they hear us, who cares”! She gave me a quizzical look knowing I was up to something again and I smacked her wet bottom with the palm of my hand. We dried off and I slid into my flip-flops and told her to go wait in my bed. The stairwell outside the bathrooms led down to an exit on the backside of the building where I had seen an electric meter panel with an old-style kill-switch underneath. Since my family was in the property management business I’d picked up all kinds of tricks like knowing about meter panels and kill-switches, and where they were located. …And the lights went out all over the building. By the time someone had gotten a maintenance man on the quad on a Sunday night and he’d figured out what I’d done, Karyn and I would have given each other a couple of sweet orgasms in the peaceful darkness.

I raced back up the stairs tripping a couple of times in the darkness and heard girls milling around the halls trying to figure out why the lights had gone off. “The power’s still on over at the student union”! I shouted, and most of the girls filed down the stairs and out of the building. Perfect, I thought! Nobody to hear us either! I ran my hand along the wall and counted the number of doorways in the darkness until I reached our room and called Karyn’s name. “Over here”! came a sultry voice in the darkness from the general vicinity of where I guessed my bed to be. The air was still but slightly cooler than the hot summer night outside so I left the windows shut to keep what was left of the air-conditioned air still in the room and peeled myself naked. I felt around and found her thigh and climbed on top of her kissing my way up her skin until my lips discovered the soft hillock of her breast. I rolled my cheeks over her soft nipples and felt them stiffen as her breasts rose suddenly with a sharp intake of breath. “Oh GOD, Beth”! she whispered breathily. I smiled and sucked her tit into my mouth and suckled her while her hands stroked through my still-damp hair. “Oh, that feels so good”! she exhaled slowly. Her thighs parted beneath me and I fell into the void between. My tummy was tickled by the fine wisps of down I’d left upon her mound which pressed into me. As my breath grew heavier I felt her hips roll upwards and her legs folded around me. Her labia opened and her wetness touched my flesh. I tensed the muscles of my tummy to feel more of it paint my skin. “I am SO wet”! She exclaimed breathlessly. “Fuck me with your nipples”!

I eased myself down between her thighs and grabbed the fullness of my breast guiding my hard nipple into her slippery-wet split. She gasped as my erect nipple wiggled the soft petals of her inner lips apart and disappeared between them. I dipped the point of my breast into her well over and over coating myself with her silky excretions. I treated my other breast to the same pleasure and felt her lift her pelvis upwards to press me into her sex more deeply. “Let me suck your tits” she said under her breath, and I pulled myself from between her legs and wiggled myself up so I was straddling her slender waist, lifting my breast to her lips, which she tasted eagerly. My fingers combed through her hair which was already quite dry from our shower. I wondered why mine was still cool and damp but the thought evaporated with the chilling thrill of her lips tugging my nipple anxiously into her mouth while her tongue reached around my aureole to lick all of her juices off my boobs. I pressed my breast into her mouth and spread my knees farther apart on the bed to touch the dangling petals of my inner labia to her tummy.

Her fingers quickly slid under me and into my soaked pussy. While the tingling pleasure of having my breasts sucked was making me weak, the sweet invasion of her fingers into my most private places nearly made me collapse. Her thumb was massaging my clitoris just as her fingers inside me were tantalizing my g-spot! Karyn had learned a few things since last summer. She had never “reached” me like this before and I was putty in her hands. My orgasm came on me so irresistibly I was amazed. So often it would be elusive and I would have to get a perfect fantasy in my mind to open the door for it, but this climax was raw and overpowering! It continued to roll through me in waves of pleasure which left me weak, but I wanted nothing more than to give her the same pleasure she had given me.

“You wanna be fucked or licked, sweetie”? I asked Karyn lying naked beneath me.
“Do me like you did the majorette”! she begged. Right about now I wished I had a baton, or even a glockenspiel mallet, but all I had handy were a pair of fat 2S nylon-tips and I reached under my bed and pulled them out of my back-pack. I licked the nylon head of one of the over-sized drumsticks and rolled it around and around the soft folds of her sex until I got the feel of where her clitty was, then wiggled it around her nub until she was twitching and trembling. I could smell her wet sex and knew she was soaked, so I scrunched down between her thighs and gently guided both my drumsticks into her slippery cavern. My tongue played over her clitoris and she wrapped her legs around my back digging her heels into the recesses of my scapulas. I removed one of my drumsticks from her pussy and wetly circled her rosebud with it, finally letting it sink gently into her relaxing pucker. She LOVED that, and I carefully slid it into her anus more deeply while sucking her labia deep into my mouth. I swallowed her silky cum as it was now pouring out of her and could barely breathe I had my mouth and nose pressed so deeply into her sex. The intimacy of feeling her juices trickle down my throat made me moan into her muffling muff and she started bucking like crazy! I slid my upturned palms under the soft, wet globes of her ass trying to keep my mouth centered on her pussy and I finally had to gasp for breath as she giggled and squirted my face when she climaxed.

The wet spot her ass squirmed in was huge and I knew I’d be sleeping with my butt in a puddle later, but the smell of girl-sex was delicious and it wouldn’t be the first time I slept in wet sheets! We were both quite sweaty now and our skin slid easily over each others as she pulled me up to kiss her cum from my face. Karyn had never been this good in bed before and I was glad we were alone in the room because darkness or no, we’d never have been able to keep what we were doing from the other girls if they were in earshot of us. As her tongue plunged into my mouth, I felt her hands happily patting my rump. I remember it so well because she was slapping out an interesting rhythm on my cheeks, which suddenly struck me as odd for a girl who was a horn-player! I also wondered how Karyn knew about my majorette story as she hadn’t been around any of the times I had told it. Suddenly men’s voices jarred us rudely from our intimate moment as I realized they had traced the blackout to the meter panel directly below our window and the lights would come on any second! Girls’ voices could be heard too, accompanied by their clomping feet coming up the steps. Karyn pushed me up and off of her with an “Oh my GOD”! We scrambled in the dark to find our footing as we both practically fell out of my bed and she ran out of the room as I was looking for something to throw around me. The lights came on before I found anything and I was standing there butt-naked with a guilty look on my face when two of the other girls who shared the room walked in! “Someone steal your clothes again, Beth”? one of them giggled.

Monday morning was burning hot and the drum section was in formation with the rest of the band for marching practice. The only saving grace was that we weren’t in full uniform, but our high-stepper drum rigs were uncomfortable enough even through our wool uniforms, but in shorts and a cotton top the drum straps were killing me. My drum seemed to weigh a ton for some reason. We were waiting for the brass section to form ranks and Karyn kept looking back at me from the bass-horn line trying to get my attention. She was mouthing something I couldn’t hear over the blare of the tubas warming up. I shrugged in puzzlement at what she was trying to say to me, so in exaggerated dramatics meant for me to lip-read she enunciated: WHERE-WERE-YOU-LAST-NIGHT?! which left me even more puzzled, but before I could answer, two sharp whistle-blows from the band director called us all to attention just as Kaitleen came running up to join the other end of the drum-line. The next whistle sounded for ‘cadence’ and all the drummers poised their sticks in the air to beat the marching-cadence which the drum-line soloed as the band stepped off to march. My sticks unexpectedly crashed through my drum-head on the first note spattering white, fluffy shaving-cream all over my arms and face and through the thunder of the other drums I heard Kate laughing her head off! I glared over at her after wiping shaving cream out of my eyes but suddenly I realized the cadence she was playing was the same rhythm that happy hands had slapped-out on my butt the night before and my jaw dropped as it dawned on me who my bed partner really was last night! How Kate had lured Karyn out of the room before I got there I hadn’t a clue, but my secret lover was now looking across the drum-line at me mischievously and blew me an affectionate kiss.

(c) 2010 Bethany Frasier

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Batrea (Chapter 2)

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“Fuck”! Trea slid the steam-fogged shower door back and realized she had once again gotten in the shower without remembering to bring a clean towel into the bathroom with her. “MOM”! she shouted, but she knew her mom was probably down in the kitchen out of earshot. She wrung the water from her long auburn hair and stepped out onto the rug leaving wet footprints as rivulets gathered in the crack of her pert bottom and dripped off the curves of her naked body. She turned off the fan to hear if her father could be heard walking around upstairs and when the coast seemed clear, she opened the bathroom door and steam poured out into the cooler hallway. She padded dripping wet across the hall to the linen closet to grab a towel and quickly wrapped it around her body, then pulled out another one for her hair which was plastered around her neck and shoulders like a wet mop. She heard the chime of her phone and ran into her room to read her text. Her father had made Trea leave her phone at home for their trip to her uncle’s because it irritated him to see her texting her friends all the time. “can u come over”? texted her bff Mindy. “No. Gotta go to Chad’s” Trea texted back. “Bet I know why. lol Did U decide yet”? came Mindy’s response. “No! C U at church”! Trea replied then quickly slid her phone closed, tossed it on the bed and toweled her damp skin dry. She dug her hair-dryer out of the bottom drawer of her dresser and sat on the edge of her bed bowing her head through the hot gust of wind, forcing it in towards her roots, then combing the stream of warm air out through her tangled tresses. She started thinking about what Mindy was referring to in her message and her damp skin felt like she hadn’t toweled it at all because she was now perspiring lightly with the heat of the hair-dryer. Her father peeked his head in her doorway startling Trea. Her arms were over her head tossing her hair as she dried it and she jerked her arms down reflexively fearing her boobs had fallen out of her towel, but her dad had already left the doorway. ‘Damn him’! she thought. ‘I never have any privacy around here’!.

“Batrea”! her father called to her from the kitchen door as she rounded the car. “Do a good job for Mr.Turner, girl! You’re lucky to HAVE work this summer”! Trea tossed her phone on the front seat and slammed the car door closed as she started off across town to Mr. Turner’s office. At a traffic light she sat and texted Mindy who’d just sent her a message: “When ur done w/ turner, cum 2 chelsea’s. Her folks are gone”. “kk”. Trea thumbed-out as a car behind her honked impatiently. Instead of pulling away through the intersection she quickly texted Mindy: “Do u think I should”? Two question marks appeared on her screen in reply as the car behind her leaned on their horn to get her to move. Chad Turner had asked Trea to work weekends before. She knew it would only be a couple of hours of actual work and on weekends Chad’s wife Melanie would be there and Melanie always treated Trea like an adult, which was why Trea liked her so much. The work was always boring. Trea couldn’t imagine any aspect of insurance which couldn’t be boring, Although he was only in his mid-40s, Chad had very limited acumen with computers, so he left digitizing his paperwork to Trea. That she imagined must be the least boring aspect of managing an insurance brokerage, except for the Turner’s obvious income. She pulled all the way up the Turner’s driveway as Chad’s office was in the back of their home which like all the houses in this part of town reflected a prosperity greater than that of her own neighborhood. She opened the gate and walked past the pool which glowed a luminescent blue from the underwater lights. The night air was making wisps of vapor swirl up into the air in ghost-like vortices. The Turners had invited Trea to bring her friends over anytime to use the pool, at least all her girlfriends, that is. “I like your hair, dear”! Mrs. Turner said as she closed the back door and took Trea in to the business office. “Chad will be right in. Did you have a good time at your cousin’s today”? Trea felt at ease talking to Melanie, who was an attractively fit strawberry-blond in her late thirties, and would have told her all about her trip, but Chad showed up with a sheaf of client folders in his hand and Mrs. Turner winked at Trea and said she’d talk to her later.

For all her father’s exhortations about respecting her elders, Trea’s actual relationship with Chad was much more informal than her father would have abided. Batrea had started out as the Turner’s baby-sitter the summer before, but through her care for their 9-year old daughter Krystal, she had become more like a member of the family. Mr. Turner had always encouraged a casual familiarity between them and because of his kindness and easy-going manner, Trea had never considered Chad in her father’s generation even though they were close to the same age. Mr. Turner had always shown an interest in Trea’s school activities and in her friends. His agency sponsored teams that many of her friends had been on in various summer sports, and she had played softball one year wearing a jersey with the Turner Insurance Agency logo on the back. He knew the names of her friends and listened to her gossip about Sherry Hundley and her clique, and she was sometimes surprised at the things he already seemed to know about some of the kids in her school whose extra-curricular activities she had imagined were only told in secret between kids her own age. He often joked that he had been a hellion in his school days and Trea could easily picture a younger and more athletic version of this good-looking middle-aged man with his thick shock of dark hair a little bit longer and without the wisps of gray in his temples. She never could imagine her own father being as cool as Chad must have been when he was her age, nor even thought of her dad as ever having been young at all. Chad handed her a small stack of files and she knew the routine and started sorting the paperwork into piles that required scanning and piles that merely needed to be collated back into their original order when she was finished. She sat down in front of his desktop computer and opened the OCR program that would upload and store the documents in digital format.

“So did Sherry really take a job down at Hedveg’s place”? Chad asked conversationally as Trea took the last documents out of the scanner and put them back in their folders. “Ummm, yeah! That’s what Mindy said”. she replied, turning her head slightly. Prestle’s diner had long since been owned by any members of the Prestle family, who had opened the locally famous downtown establishment in the fifties and turned it into the most popular dining place in the area. For the last ten years it had been owned and operated by Heidi Meiers, who carefully preserved the tradition of good food and good service even after all the members of the Prestle family had either died or moved away. Trea knew that Ms. Meiers was locally known by both names but she didn’t know which was her real name and which was her nickname. Everyone from her father’s generation simply knew Heidi as Hedveg and everyone of all ages knew she was a lesbian. Chad often teased Trea about Sherry and knew of her frustration at being in Sherry’s shadow all through her school years but he also knew how to make Trea feel good about herself, telling her that her beauty was more natural, and Sherry’s advantages had more to do with who her family was than anything else. Even though she knew she was being flirted with, Mr. Turner told her things she loved hearing and she wasn’t at all uncomfortable because Chad already had a beautiful wife and the attention he gave Batrea swelled her teen-aged ego more than it offended her sense of propriety. She confided all she’d heard about Logansport’s belle and Chad tried to dissuade her from feeling the desire to follow Sherry Hundley to the restaurant and competing with her in that venue too. “I’d miss you too much”! he whispered in her ear while squeezing her shoulders from behind. “Did you think about what we talked about last time”? Here it came! Trea flushed and suddenly felt very warm and excited. She had hoped for more time to consider Chad’s request but knew she couldn’t stall forever. “Melanie’s out in the whirlpool. Why don’t you go out and see her while I put these files away”. Trea felt her chair being pulled out from the desk and knew she had to make a decision as she was being inexorably steered towards the pool door. She could feel her palms sweating and her heart race as she realized the moment was upon her. Last week Chad had asked the pretty 17-year old to join them in a menage-a-trois. It was a plan he had been grooming her for all summer and Trea had enjoyed the flirtations from the attractive couple for weeks without giving them any overt signals of receptivity, but her tacit acceptance of their affections was now being construed as consent. She wondered if her passivity was her own way of saying yes without actually having to say ‘yes’. And now she may have passed the point of no return as she walked out in the night air towards Melanie who was lounging casually in the whirlpool.

Batrea knew something was going to happen tonight. She just wasn’t sure what, or how far she would let it go, but her heart was still racing as she thought about it. She’d had numerous fantasies of how her virginity would be lost. It almost happened a month ago when Mindy asked her to have sex with her boyfriend with her for his 18th birthday. But when the moment finally came and Trea stripped naked with Mindy for Brandon’s big birthday present, they had gotten no farther than giving him a double-blowjob before his parents had unexpectedly come home, ending their fun in a mad dash for their clothes. Trea had been relieved and disappointed at the same time, but tonight was going to end differently she decided. Melanie watched her from the whirlpool as Trea kicked her shoes off and dipped her foot in the warm water of the swimming pool, then beckoned her over with a wave of her hand. Trea carried her shoes over and sat down with her legs dangling in the swirling foam of the whirlpool. “Get in, sweetie”! Melanie urged. “Didn’t bring a suit”! Trea demurred, but the beautiful blond laughed and pushed herself more upright against the ledge of the whirlpool so Trea could see she was topless. “I can get you one if you’re bashful”! Melanie teased with a smile. Trea felt her heart nearly pounding out of her chest and she looked around to see if any neighbor’s windows were in line of sight of the pool. When she’d reassured herself that no witnesses would see what she was about to do, she peeled her top off, and tossed it next to a stack of towels. She took a deep breath to screw up her courage, reached back and unfastened her bra. She thought she would feel scared but she didn’t! Affecting her best look on nonchalance she completed her strip by rolling back and pulling her shorts and panties off her hips and down her legs til she was naked. She almost wished she hadn’t checked that the coast was clear because the moment she felt herself completely nude in the warm night air, she felt exhilarated and wished that there WERE people watching her bare breasts bounce freely. Trea got up and stood proudly naked at the lip of the swimming pool with the lights dancing around her young curves after being reflected off the surface of the water. She dove in and instantly felt the water caressing every inch of her body. Her breasts bobbed freely with every movement underwater and she felt them tugging her torso in whatever direction they wanted to float. She came up for air and looked over at the house and then to the whirlpool, but no one was to be seen. She wanted nothing more now than to show off her body to the Turners, but no one… she twirled around and Melanie bobbed to the surface almost in her arms. She slicked her hair back on her head and put her arms over Trea’s shoulders. They both kicked underwater to stay afloat and Melanie curled her forearms behind Trea’s neck and pulled herself close to Trea so their breasts touched. “Chad and I have wanted to see you like this all summer”! Melanie confessed. They both sputtered as their mouths dipped below the water line and then back up again. Trea wrapped her legs around Melanie’s and felt that she was also completely nude.

Melanie hugged her tight and then kissed her lightly under her ear. Trea felt the warmth of her skin pressing against her as the cooler water slipped in and out of the narrow cracks shifting around between their contours. She became aware of their mounds rubbing together and she surrendered herself to a deep kiss as Melanie’s tongue took hers by surprise. She reached down deep and felt her hands cupping around Melanie’s bare bubble-ass as their kiss got deeper and more intense. The surface of the water grew still around them as their kiss lingered. Trea was almost entranced by the intimacy. All summer she had been attracted to Melanie’s self-confident beauty and even tried to emulate her mannerisms and easy-going charm, but now they were locked in an embrace as lovers. Melanie broke apart and pulled Trea by the wrist back towards the edge of the pool where they found their footing on the ledge under the lip of the pool-deck. They each threw an elbow onto the rough concrete deck but the line of blue paint along the edge softened the roughness. Trea felt Melanie’s knee push between her legs and she allowed the woman to press the top of her thigh into Trea’s bare-shaved pussy and rub it through her groove, spreading her lips open on Melanie’s skin. Both their breasts bobbed just under the surface of the water and Melanie would lift Trea with her thigh between her legs so the young girl’s breasts broke the surface and felt the warmth of the summer night. She ran her hands over Trea’s breasts and then around under her armpits and hoisted Trea up so she was sitting on the ledge, then got between her open thighs kissing Trea’s breasts and sucking her nipples one then the other. Trea leaned back on her arms and felt Melanie’s tongue wandering around her bare breasts as she closed her eyes and listened to the night-sounds. A beautiful woman was making love to her she thought as she felt Melanie’s full breasts slide down the lower curves of her taut tummy and squeeze together as they were pushed between her wide-spread thighs. Trea knew what was about to happen and she shivered with the thrill as Melanie’s lips and tongue trailed lower and lower. Melanie gently pulled her bottom towards the edge and Trea felt Mrs. Turner’s shoulders touch the undersides of her thighs as her hands reached around the top of her legs to steady her. Trea still had her eyes closed… waiting… She knew the older woman was staring at her wide-open pussy from only inches away, caressing her with her eyes. Trea wondered if Chad were watching them from the patio door, or from a bedroom window above. She couldn’t believe that this long, tiresome day had turned into such an unexpectedly tantalizing night.

(c) 2011 Bethany Ariel Frasier

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