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Three naked bodies hit the water simultaneously
and disappeared. A moment later, three heads broke the
surface screaming in unison Yow, it's cold! Their
traditional yell was truer than usual: notwithstanding
the unseasonable heat of Indian Summer, October was
pushing the limits of the season for their favorite
swimming hole.
Why did I let you two talk me into this? yelled
Jill, her teeth chattering, mostly for effect.
Holly's jaw dropped, also for effect. Who talked
who into what?
Funny, said her brother Terry, I seem to remem-
ber saying No way in hell am I going in that water,
Indian Summer or no.
With a glance at each other, brother and sister
began splashing their friend for all they were worth.
Jill gave back as good as she received, but she was
outnumbered four hands to two, and finally surrendered
by diving under the water. She surfaced near the bank
and climbed out, saying Okay, I'm done.
The hell you are! Holly and Terry clambered out
as fast as the water would let them, and proceeded to
chase the laughing Jill up and down the bank until
they outflanked her. Still giggling, Jill found her-
self taken by hands and feet and swung unceremoniously
back into the water. When she surfaced, the two sib-
lings were grappling, trying to throw each other in.
Holly was victorious, and no sooner had Terry hit the
water then he was scrambling out again, friendly ven-
geance on his face. But Holly was already jumping in,
accepting the inevitable. Spoil-sport, said Terry,
making a face.
Oh, kiss and make up, you two, said Jill, and
when they had, she added Am I forgiven too?
Well, just this once, replied Holly, kissing
her.
Only if you promise never, ever to do it again,
said Terry, completing the circle by kissing Jill. But
this last kiss lasted rather longer than the first
two, and neither saw Holly's face as she turned away
and climbed out.
It is cold, said Terry. Enough?
Enough, agreed Jill, and they joined Holly on
the bank. The three stood shivering, hugging them-
selves, though the setting sun was still hot. I don't
suppose... began one, That anyone thought to bring...
continued another, Towels? finished the third.
None of them had figured on swimming when plan-
ning an overnight camping trip in October. Bathing
suits were no problem; they probably wouldn't have
brought them even in July, as the trio had been skinny
dipping together since grammar school. But the ques-
tion of how to dry themselves hung in the air until
Terry suggested running around and let the wind do it.
The motion passed for lack of a better one, and they
raced all through the trees around the swimming hole
until they dropped with exhaustion.
As they lay panting on the ground, Terry gazed
at the two girls (oops young women he reminded him-
self) who had been his best friends since forever:
Jill with her blonde hair, her slender body whose
secrets he had just recently begun to know, and a
face worth dying for; Holly with hair and eyes the
same brown as his own, her face so much plainer than
Jill's, but to Terry no less beautiful, her body com-
fortably plump, especially her breasts, those wonder-
ful breasts that a part of him longed to touch, even
as the rest of him shied away from the forbidden
temptation. Terry was suddenly aware that he had an
erection, and no graceful way to hide it. Too late,
the girls had already seen it. Oops, he said sheep-
ishly, blushing furiously.
Holly got up. I'll get the fire going, she said,
and leave you two alone.
Terry and Jill watched Holly hurry away, and
looked at each other uncomfortably. That fall they
had started college, choosing the same one more by
coincidence than by design. Knowing nobody else in
their new environment, they had clung to each other
for support, and it was both a profound shock and the
most natural thing in the world when their intimate
friendship of so many years blossomed into romance.
By the time they had been in school a month, they had
given each other their virginity.
But Holly, a year older, had entered a different
college, and they couldn't all be together as often as
in high school. And when Jill and Terry became lovers,
though nobody said a word, Holly knew it. And that was
when the trouble began.
We can't go on like this, said Jill as she sat
beside Terry, their backs against a tree.
I know. It's tearing her apart. He sighed. I
wish we could make her understand. It doesn't change
anything between her and I, or her and you.
Well, I'm afraid it does.
Well, it shouldn't. They sat in silence for a
while.
I love you both so much, said Terry, And I'd
never do anything to hurt either of you. Not if I knew
it was going to.
I feel the same way. But now we know, don't we?
I feel like I've betrayed her, by taking you as...
Your lover?
Yeah. Terry? Tears were filling Jill's eyes. Do
you think we could... go back to...
Just being friends? Terry nodded slowly. But I
love making love with you. I don't want to give that
up.
Oh god, neither do I, but is it worth losing
Holly? The tears were running down her face now.
She'll always be your sister, but I don't think I can
stand to lose her, and I am!
Terry took her in his arms and held her while
her tears fell, and some of his own as well. At last,
when their sobs had ceased, he said Okay, Jill. What
we did was a wonderful thing, and I'll never regret
it. But it was a mistake. Are we still friends?
Oh, yes! Jill cried, and more tears fell.
As they watched the sun disappear behind the
distant mountains, Terry remarked, with a catch in his
throat, You know, I feel like the sun is going down on
our friendship.
It's not.
I know. But that's how I feel. They started back
toward camp, close together but not touching. I guess
we better stick to the official sleeping arrangements,
huh?
It's ironic, Holly said to herself as she set
about starting the fire. Jill could have had any boy
in high school goodness knows they were all chasing
after her. All except Terry. I guess that's why
they've been such good friends, because he never tried
to put the make on her. Of course, she grinned at the
thought, He always figured he never had a chance with
her anyway, with her being so beautiful, and him with
his face as plain as mine. Not ugly, mind you, but
nothing that would turn a girls head. She sighed
sadly. How nice it must be to be beautiful, to never
have to go on diets, to always have everyone looking
at you, admiring you. She stopped in her tracks, the
skillet she was carrying forgotten. I'm jealous!
Jealous of Jill's looks, and I've never been jealous
of her before. And I'm jealous of her romance with
Terry. Thinking about the way they looked at each
other, Holly knew she had never felt that way about
anybody. At least, not about any of the boys I went
out with. Certainly nobody's ever felt that way about
me. And when they look at each other like that, I
feel so left out, so alone, so superfluous. Brushing
away a tear, she set the skillet to heat on the fire
and sat staring into the flames until Terry and Jill
returned.
Dinner was a somber affair, with nobody speaking
much. When all the food had been eaten or put away or
tossed into the woods for the scavengers, Jill spoke.
Holly, Terry and I have something to tell you. Holly
forced a smile. You're getting married?
There was an uncomfortable silence.
Not quite, said Terry. No, Jill and I have been
talking, and we've decided Jill and I thought that
you... I mean that we... he looked helplessly at Jill.
What Terry's trying to say is that we've real-
ized that we made a mistake.
A mistake?
All of us were happy together when we were just
friends, and that's how we want it to be again.
Holly said nothing, but looked from Jill to
Terry and back again.
What she's trying to say, said Terry, Is that we
realize how left out we've made you feel, and we...
No! Holly interrupted, Don't do this because of
me! You love each other, and I can't - I won't - her
words failed, and she burst into tears.
Of course we love each other, Jill said, putting
her arm around her, We'll always love each other. But
we love you too, and to break up our friendship...
It's too high a price to pay just for sex.
Terry's words left a bitter taste in his mouth. It not
just the sex, he thought.
But after the tears there were hugs and kisses
(short ones between everyone now), and when Terry and
Holly brought out their dulcimers, it was just like
old times as they talked and laughed and sang the
evening away. And when they sang Julian of Norwich,
the words seemed to have been written just for them:
Love, like the yellow daffodil is coming through
the snow,
Love, like the yellow daffodil is lord of all I
know.
Ring out, bells of Norwich and let the winter
come and go,
All shall be well again, I know.
All shall be well, I'm telling you, let the
winter come and go,
All shall be well again, I know.
I wish I had a face and a figure like yours,
said Holly to Jill as they made ready to sleep in the
larger of the two tents, Terry having retired to the
smaller.
Whatever for?
Oh, don't give me that crap. Look at this face.
Plain as cheap vanilla pudding. Look at this body.
Flab everywhere. My ass is too big. My boobs are too
big.
Well, I think you have lovely boobs.
They're awful, they get in the way, I can't run
without having them bounce like basketballs. How would
you like to carry around weights like these? Feel
this. Reaching into her nightgown, Holly bared a
breast and held it up with her hand. They did tend to
sag when not supported by a bra, Jill observed, but
not all that much. Go ahead, feel this weight.
Jill reached out and let Holly's breast fill her
hand, feeling its weight. She shivered, and took her
hand away. I still think they're lovely. Look at me,
I'm flat as a board. Which was not quite accurate, but
the only use Jill had ever found for a bra was for
accentuating what little she had.
Wanna trade? said Holly, blushing.
Sure! said Jill, and she blushed too.
Well, thought Terry, Old Morpheus is definitely
nowhere to be found in this tent, and it doesn't look
like he's going to come visiting any time soon. He sat
up and stared out of the tent. Guess I'll take a walk
and see if the god of sleep is lurking about in the
woods.
As he wandered he thought about how strange life
was, and how unfair. How odd that of the few people he
considered his best friends, one should be his sister,
when just about everyone else he knew considered their
siblings, younger or older, to be nuisances. Not that
they never had fights, but whenever one of them needed
someone to celebrate with, or a shoulder to cry on, or
a leg to pull, the other had always been there. How
odd that another best friend should be the most
sought-after girl in high school, when he wouldn't
have dared even try to get her to go out with him. But
he had shared secrets with Jill that none of his girl-
friends had been privy to, and Jill in turn had trust-
ed him with confidences that only he and Holly had
shared. And how unfair that when fate had joined him
and Jill closer than ever before, it had threatened
to destroy the trio. It's really ironic, he thought,
That of all the women in the world that could be my
lover, the two I love most should be the least appro-
priate.
Terry was not the only one to be abandoned by
Morpheus. Jill had been lying in her sleeping bag,
her thoughts not far removed from Terry's, seeking
the gift of unconsciousness that Holly had already
received. Turning on her side, Jill gazed at her
friend as she lay half in and half out of her sleep-
ing bag. Holly's breasts rose and fell under the thin
fabric of her nightgown like swells on the Sea of
Dreams, and Jill remembered the icy thrill she had
felt when she had, just for a moment, held one of
them. She pushed the thought from her mind and looked
away, out into the night, but her eyes and thoughts
returned to Holly, to Holly's breasts. The longer Jill
looked at Holly, the more she wanted to reach out and
touch her. And then Jill's hand began to move, and
she scarcely breathed as she let it reach slowly
across the short distance between them. As it rose
with her breath, one soft mound filled Jill's
trembling hand and a shiver of excitement made Jill's
entire body tingle. Carefully she caressed her friend,
fascinated by the liquid texture of the others flesh.
When her fingers encountered a little bump and felt
it grow under their touch, and Jill shivered again.
Holly sighed, and Jill glanced up at her face.
Holly's eyes had opened.
As they stared at each other through that long
frozen moment of time, Holly's eyes showed only an
intense awareness of Jill's presence, and Jill unable
to even think, let alone move, until at length Holly
whispered, You really think they're pretty?
Jill swallowed - I think they're beautiful. I
think you're beautiful. Jill felt that she couldn't
have broken Holly's gaze if her life depended on it.
No, she thought, I feel like my life depends on hold-
ing this gaze forever. Holly's face seemed to grow un-
til Jill couldn't see anything else, until all she
could see were Holly's brown eyes, full of uncertainty
and trust, until at last she felt their lips touch,
and Jill's eyes finally closed as their kiss branded
their souls with an affirmation of their friendship
and their love.
Nothing, Jill whispered, No one can change how I
feel about you. Holly's only reply was another kiss,
but her eyes were full of tears. She looked down to
where Jill's hand still held her breast. Jill felt the
blood rush to her face and looked away, withdrawing
her hand. But Holly took Jill's hand in hers and held
it, saying No, wait.
Jill waited.
Please Holly's whisper was almost inaudible.
Please keep touching me?
Jill cupped Holly's trembling breast with her
hand, squeezing it gently, and kissed Holly once more.
This time their lips parted, and the kiss took them
beyond mere friendship to an intimacy Holly had only
dreamed of. This, thought Holly, This is what they
must feel. When their eyes met again, Jill saw reflec-
ted in Holly's eyes her own uncertainty about what was
happening, and her aching need that it keep on happen-
ing. Then together, moving so slowly that neither
could be sure whether she was leading or following,
they drew off their nightgowns.
Now four hands touched four naked breasts, large
and small, amid kisses and hugs. And the kisses moved
from lips to cheeks, from necks to shoulders, from
arms to hands to fingers, and then to the breasts
beneath the fingers. Gasps and sighs were exchanged as
lips discovered the taste of nipples, and fingers
tangled in brown hair and blonde. Jill's hand was the
first to dare straying between a pair of thighs not
her own, to find the hidden moistness there; a moment
later she felt Holly's palm press against her own
mound. Sighs gave way to moans as two friends shared
new secrets. Legs moved to make room for questing
fingers, which moved gently, tentatively at first,
then more quickly as they grew wet with their spiral-
ing passion.
After Jill and Holly had brought each other to
long, shuddering orgasms, Jill put her fingers, still
sticky from Holly's quim, to her lips. One smell, one
taste, and Jill knew what she was going to do next.
Staring into her friends eyes, Jill put her fingers in
her mouth, one after another, and slowly shifted her
position. When Jill was sure that Holly knew what she
intended, she lowered her head and planted a kiss full
on her pussy. Holly whimpered softly. Her thighs
parted, opening her sex like a flower. Jill had never
entertained lesbian fantasies; she was amazed at how
the sight of another woman's sex no, Holly's sex could
excite her so. And the taste of her was outside any-
thing she had ever imagined. Taking a deep breath,
Jill proceeded to kiss and taste every secret part of
Holly that she could reach.
Jill? whispered Holly, and Jill looked up with a
start. Oh, please don't stop, that feels so wonderful,
but...
What, Holly?
Would you.. I mean I'd like to do that. To you.
Can we do it together?
After a few false starts with uncomfortable pos-
itions, they settled down on their sides, each with
her upper leg cast over the other's body. Holly stared
in fascination at the glistening crevice before her,
all shades of pink and coral. She had seen Jill naked
many times, but never like this. Jill felt a hot
breath tickle her nest, followed by a timid kiss, then
another, then a less timid kiss that lingered. A soft
tongue spread her lips and searched until it and found
her clitoris, forcing an ahhhhh in response. From the
tiny button, Holly kissed all down the smooth wet
furrow to the secret entrance below, and then,
stretching to reach, slipped her tongue inside.
Jill?
Yes? she answered without looking up.
You taste wonderful.
Thanks. So do you. And the two friends began to
make love in earnest.
Passing by the girls tent on his way back to his
own, Terry heard a moan. That sounds like Jill, he
thought, But she only moans like that when we... There
was another moan, and this one wasn't from Jill. Un-
able to accept what his ears were telling him, Terry
knelt behind the tent and put his eye to an ill-mended
tear in the fabric. This is not happening! He rubbed
his eyes and pinched himself before looking again.
Jill, his lover - former lover he reminded himself and
Holly, his sister, were entwined in an embrace of un-
mistakable intimacy. There was just enough moonlight
shining into the opening of the tent to see a blonde
head nodding rhythmically between a pair of plump
thighs. Any possible remaining doubt was eliminated
by an occasional wet smack or slurp. Those thighs My
sister's thighs! began to jerk spasmodically, and it
was clearly Holly's voice that breathed Jill... oh,
Jill... Ohhhhh! as Jill brought her to orgasm. A
moment later it was Jill who cried out softly as she
came, her hips bucking to press herself hard against
Holly's hidden face.
After a while Holly spoke softly. I'd never have
guessed that you were gay. But it doesn't matter, she
hurried on, because...
I'm not, Jill interrupted.
Oh. Of course not. Well, bi then. But...
Holly. You're the second person I've ever made
love with. You know who the first was.
Oh. Well, this is my first time with anybody.
Holly! A sophomore in college and you're still
a virgin?
Come on, Jill, you'd have been the first to know
if I'd lost it.
Yeah, okay. But hasn't there been anyone I mean,
I know you've had boyfriends, maybe not a lot, but...
There wasn't ever anybody I wanted, not like
that, except there just wasn't anybody.
Jill thought of Terry, staring at his sister and
getting an erection. Except who?
Nobody, there wasn't anybody.
Holly. Look at me. Nobody except for who?
Holly whispered something too soft to hear.
Your brother? Oh god, Holly. Terry heard a sob.
No, Holly, listen to me! This afternoon, when Terry
got a hard-on, and you left? I was watching him, and
he wasn't looking at me, he was looking at you!
No, that's impossible.
It's true.
I don't believe you.
Why is him wanting you more impossible than you
wanting him? And why would I lie to you?
Is that why you and Terry broke up?
No! Terry doesn't even know that I know. And we
haven't broken up, we've come back together all three
of us, just like we've alway been.
But Jill what have we done? Terry will know what
happened here tonight, as surely as I knew when you
two did it. What will he think?
Terry decided that the time had come to tell
them exactly what he thought. Moving quickly to the
front of the tent, he crouched down and crawled in.
Both girls stared at him in shock, fear and embarras-
sment, but he moved directly to Holly, took her face
gently in his hands, and kissed her. You really want
me, he whispered, just like I want you? Holly made no
sound, but her eyes spoke what her tongue could not.
Their lips met again, parted this time, and their arms
made circles around each other like some old, old
vine.
Make love to me, pleaded Holly when they broke
for air.
Jill had turned away so her friends wouldn't see
her tears, and hearing these words she crawled out of
the tent. But she heard her name from two voices
speaking as one, and reluctantly she returned.
Stay with us, urged Holly.
You've made love with both of us now, what's
left to hide? Terry added.
We want you here for this.
Jill looked at her two friends, her two lovers,
who were about to become lovers themselves, and she
knew that all would indeed be well again.
Holly lay back on her sleeping bag and watched
Terry as he removed his shorts. She reached out to
touch his erection, and he responded by stroking her
breasts, and then her quim. I've dreamed about this
for a long time, he said, bending over her to kiss
first one nipple, then the other. He began moving into
position, but Jill said Terry, wait. She's not pro-
tected like I am.
What? said Holly.
I'm on the pill. You're not. She looked at
Terry. Do you have a condom?
I don't want rubber inside me, I want Terry.
No, I don't have one.
Jill looked stricken. I don't want to say this,
but I think you should wait until you're safe. There's
other ways to make love...
I'm as safe now as I ever am! Haven't you notic-
ed the moon? Ever since her first period, Holly had
been in rhythm with the moon. This had caused Jill and
Terry to declare her their own personal goddess incar-
nate, to Holly's acute embarrassment. But far from be-
ing a simple joke, this synchronicity symbolized for
them their love and reverence for the outdoors.
She's right, Holly, said Terry, It's still a
risk. What would you do if you got pregnant? And by
me, for god's sake?
I don't want to wait, she pleaded, I want you to
take me right here, right now, with Jill here beside
us.
Oh, Holly. Jill looked at her sadly. Look, what
if he pulls out before he comes. Would that be enough?
I wanted this to be perfect. Holly sighed. But
you're right. I won't put this off for another day,
not for an hour. So I guess we'll do it like you said.
Jill looked on as Terry settled down between
Holly's thighs, pausing to take each breast-berry into
his mouth, which caused Holly to moan until he
silenced her with another kiss. Holly reached between
them and stroked his rigid limb before guiding it to
her sacred spring, still wet from her love-making with
Jill. Jill knew that whatever was left of Holly's
maiden-head would be little or no hindrance, and she
was happy that Holly wouldn't have to lose her vir-
ginity in pain, as she had. Terry slid smoothly into
his sister, neither quickly nor slowly, and Holly
sucked in her breath in a long gasp, her eyes widening
as they stared into his. Terry's eyes closed and he
fell gently onto Holly, murmuring her name over and
over. As his hips began rocking, Holly reached out to
find Jill's hand, and for the first time that day Jill
felt her eyes fill with tears of joy rather than sor-
row.
Holly closed her eyes. She was full of him now,
their joining complete, and he paused for one long,
wonderful moment to savor the feeling of their bodies
merged, his within hers for the very first time, their
souls like two trees, grown together from close-
planted seeds, only now discovering that their roots
were as intertwined as their branches.
It was, understandably, not long at all before
Terry's breathing and movements betrayed his impending
climax, and Jill had to remind him to not increase
Holly's risk further. As soon as he emerged from his
sisters depths, a long jet arced out to land on her
thigh. Jill grabbed the bucking shaft and captured it
with her mouth, holding it there as Terry gasped out
his orgasm.
I wish I'd done that, said Holly, as Jill licked
the last creamy drops from her leg. What's it taste
like?
Jill answered by kissing Holly, letting her
taste the seed that she had wanted to feel inside her.
Terry, you left something unfinished here.
What?
You haven't made Holly come yet. Wouldn't you
like to find out what she tastes like?
Does she taste anything like you?
Better, said Jill, which caused Holly to blush.
~a new beginning~
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strangers. But it isn’t okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex
with strangers!! You only have one body per lifetime,
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