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Sweet Summer Lust
by Lia Monde (liamonde7@comcast.net)

***

Tessa and Polly find unexpected Summer heat. (FF-teens, 
inc, 1st-lesbian-expr, rom)

***

My cousin Tessa is one year older than me. Each summer, 
we spend time together at our grandparent's vacation 
place on the lake. It was isolated, but beautiful. Lots 
of woods and a long, but manageable, bike ride to town. 
Our grandparents are friendly, relaxed and easy to live 
with. We have to help with some chores, but most of the 
time is just having fun.

I'm thin, short and not fully developed. Tessa is the 
opposite. She has long legs, the athletic build of the 
swimmer she is and good sized breasts. The size 
difference seemed to accentuate the difference in our 
ages. I wore my brown hair long and in a loose 
ponytail. 

Although not as bad as many girls, I spent a lot of 
time trying to get it right. Tessa never had that 
problem. Much to the dismay of her parents, she kept 
her red hair cropped short. However, with a simple 
shake of her head, it seemed to fall just right and 
always looked both slightly tousled and sexy. To be 
honest, she had the body I wished to grow into. I also 
admired her confident manner and the quick connection 
she made with people. 

One hot July day, we put on our bathing suits and 
walked through the woods from the cottage to the rope 
swing. 

Leading the way, Tessa called back over her shoulder, 
"Let's race, Polly," and took off.

My name is Carol, but Tessa had called me Polly since 
forever. It started when she thought I acted like some 
character in a long forgotten childhood book she was 
reading. I had given up trying to get her to use my 
real name. In some fashion, the nickname made me feel a 
little special in her eyes.

Despite the fact she was bigger and stronger than me, I 
never conceded anything. I set off after her and kept 
my eyes on the fluid movement of her red bathing suit 
as she glided smoothly through the trees. When we 
reached the clearing at the swing, I had gained some 
ground, but was breathing hard from the effort.

Tessa was barely winded at all. "You're getting faster, 
Polly. If you keep developing, you'll be some real 
competition."

I knew there was little possibility of that. 
Nonetheless, I was pleased she noticed I was still 
growing and there was a chance I wouldn't always be her 
scrawny, little cousin.

We dropped our bags. Tessa kicked off her shoes, ran to 
the lake and plunged under the clear water in a deep, 
long dive. I took more time. First spreading the 
blanket and then sitting to remove my sneakers. I 
adjusted my bathing suit for comfort. Tessa wore her 
one piece racing suit. I had on a brown bikini with 
small pink polka dots and a small bow at the waist 
band.

After swimming for a while, we took turns on the rope 
swing. We both loved the giddy rush of the high release 
point and the long fall. Compared to my frantic 
flailing and awkward splash, Tessa could twist and 
manage a graceful entry. However, most of the time, she 
attempted some playful maneuver and dared me to copy 
it. I tried some, but was handicapped by trying to make 
sure my top didn't slide off on the impact with the 
water.

Eventually, we retreated to the shore and stretched on 
the grass to dry in the warm sun. I fetched the lunch 
we had packed. Tessa devoured her sandwich and burped 
proudly with a loud guffaw. I chastised her manners and 
picked more daintily at my sandwich.

After lunch, we lazed on the blanket and enjoyed the 
beautiful day doing what teenage girls do. We read 
magazines. Talked about music and clothes and boys. And 
maintained a constant, aimless and teasing banter.

We also talked about sex. Or Tessa did. I mostly 
listened. Although Tessa was something of a tomboy, she 
was very interested in and very open about all things 
sexual. I was personally more reticent. And, I 
certainly was not as knowledgeable as my cousin claimed 
to be. I was nonetheless fascinated by her descriptions 
of the male and female bodies and her lurid stories of 
seemingly impossible sexual positions and bizarre 
practices.

I think Tessa saw it as a challenge to see how quickly 
she could make me blush. I tried to act casual, but I 
was far to interested to pull it off. Nonetheless, I 
discounted a lot of what she said. I couldn't see how 
my cousin could know some of the things she talked 
about.

After one particularly fantastic tale, I couldn't help 
myself. I said, "That could never happen. You are so 
full of crap."

Tessa looked at me in mock horror. "You're questioning 
me about sex, Miss Pollyanna. I think you should stick 
to things you know about."

I grinned and said, "I'm smart enough to know when 
you're making stuff up. I don't believe you know half 
of what you claim to." 

"You don't believe me, huh. You better believe I can 
whip your sorry little ass for insulting me." Tessa 
laughed and reached to grab me.

I rolled and twisted away from her grasp. When she 
moved to chase me, I jumped up and sprinted. I was 
quick, but she was quicker. When she caught me, we 
wrestled and she soon had the upper hand. Before I knew 
it, I was engulfed in her strong arms and squirming to 
escape.

I was struggling and giggling and calling her names. I 
wasn't good at cursing, but I was getting better being 
around her. When I called her a slut, her mock rage got 
higher and her arms squeezed the breath out of me. 

Even though she had me in a bear hug from behind, I 
managed to knock her off-balance and we tumbled 
backward onto the blanket. When I landed on top of her, 
she exhaled sharply and her hands loosened. I moved to 
escape. However, she was too fast. Her hands closed 
again and firmly grabbed both of my breasts. 

I was stunned and let out a squeal. No one had ever 
handled my breasts before and here was my attractive 
cousin squeezing my nipples to beat the band, even if 
inadvertently. It only lasted a few seconds, but for me 
it seemed like an eternity. What had been simple 
horseplay had instantly transformed.

Although Tessa kept squeezing my boobs, my long hair 
was in her face and she was apparently oblivious to 
what she had in hand. She was still focused on subduing 
me. In my shock, I had slowed my struggle and Tessa 
took quick advantage. She was still yelling, "So I'm a 
slut, am I. We'll see about that." 

She quickly flipped me over and I was on my side 
beneath her. Tessa moved her legs to straddle my body 
and pin my arms in place. In this position, her behind 
was right above my face. As she pushed her hands onto 
my thighs to stop the kicking, the leverage pressed her 
buttocks onto my head and her vagina rested on my 
cheek.

The smooth red fabric of her nylon bathing suit 
caressed my face as our struggles rocked our bodies. I 
was overwhelmed and embarrassed by the position. Still 
trying to digest the sensation of having my breasts 
fondled, I was uncontrollably aroused by this new wave 
of contact. As I breathed deeply, I inhaled Tessa's 
heat and aroma.

It was as if I was operating on two levels. On one, I 
was still squirming in an attempt to escape Tessa's 
grasp. On the other, my muddled mind tried to cope with 
the most unbelievably sensuous feelings of my young 
life. I could literally feel my nipples hardening and 
growing in the soft cups of my bikini top.

In her push for victory, Tessa was yelling something 
about me saying "Uncle". With her behind covering my 
ear, I couldn't make it out very well. It probably 
wouldn't have mattered, as I was fixated on her vagina 
pressed into my face. I had obviously never been this 
close to anyone's sex organs and I felt like I was in a 
trance. Subconsciously (I think), I turned my head so 
my lips were positioned even closer to my cousin's 
pussy. The downy mat of her hair pressed through the 
thin material.

I was shaken from my reverie by the sharp smack of 
Tessa's hand across my bottom as she gave me a quick 
spank. The shock caused me to spasm and my teeth bit 
the fabric of Tessa's suit. Now, it was her turn to 
squeal. As my teeth momentarily pulled on her bathing 
suit and pubic hair, she suddenly realized the erotic 
nature of our positions.

She seemed to pause for a second and then in a softer 
but higher pitched voice said, "So that's how you want 
to play, is it, Wild Thing?"

My head was spinning. Tessa apparently assumed that I 
had intentional mouthed her vagina. She took this as a 
provocation to escalate and change the nature of our 
play. Before I could respond, she deliberately ground 
her pussy more firmly into my face and began to rotate 
it.

Almost as a reality check, Tessa said, "You'd better 
say 'Uncle', girl, or no telling what will happen." 

I knew I had to stop this. But, I hesitated. I'm not 
sure why I couldn't act. Whether it was a mistake 
caused by a hormone addled brain, some hitherto unknown 
desires, or just not wanting the pleasurable sensation 
to end. For whatever reason, Tessa took it as a sign of 
encouragement. She relaxed the grip of her legs on my 
arms and continued to gently massage my face with her 
vagina.

Without thinking, my freed hands reached for her arms 
and lightly rubbed them in rhythm with Tessa's rolling 
motion on my face. I couldn't believe the luxurious 
feel of her soft and smooth skin. The shape of her 
biceps felt strong and somehow comforting. I reveled in 
the tingling of my body and responded to the pressure 
of her pussy with a corresponding upward roll of my 
head to increase the pressure on her lips.

Tessa let out a sigh and swung her body in a single 
motion so we were head-to-head. Her red hair framed a 
face that was both relaxed and excited. Though her lids 
were half closed, her eyes held a fire I hadn't seen 
before. Convinced I had initiated this sexual contact, 
Tessa quietly said, "You surprise me, Wild Thing."

I honestly replied, "I'm surprising myself."

With a laugh, Tessa lowered her head and our lips 
joined in a long lingering kiss. My body burned. I was 
past breaking it off. I didn't want to break it off. I 
lost my remaining control. I could feel my vagina 
beginning to moisten with excitement. With her 
straddled on top of me, I thrust my hips up to increase 
the pressure between our vaginas. 

As she moved her tongue along my lips, I spread my legs 
and let her settle tighter between them. I was becoming 
overwhelmed with a quickly rising lust. Tessa seemed in 
the same state. We ground together and I reached around 
to caress the flexing muscles of her ass. 

Our nipples pressed together through the silky material 
of our suits. Without planning, they rolled against 
each other in a stimulating dance. I couldn't keep up 
with all the feelings coursing through my body and 
flooding my mind. I was gasping for breath from the 
exertion and the consuming hunger.

Tessa broke off the kiss but continued to grind into my 
now very damp pussy. She pulled the top of her suit 
down to uncover her breasts and then unsnapped my 
bikini top to reveal mine. As she dropped back on top 
of me, her lips moved to my ear and she said, "You are 
so hot, I can't control myself." Then she stuck her 
tongue in my ear and alternated between flicks and soft 
kisses.

The combination of her words, the flesh of our breasts 
touching and my overheated vagina was too much. I 
wrapped my arms tightly around her and let out a yell, 
"Oh gawd, OH Gawd! OH GAWD!! OOOO!!!" It must have 
echoed down the lake. My body shook in a previously 
unexperienced spasm. It felt like my soul was melting 
into a puddle of pleasure.

While I mindlessly enjoyed the ripples and warmth 
welling through my body, Tessa ground her hips against 
me with increasing speed and force. I was certain she'd 
bruise me and drive me into the hard dirt, but, I 
didn't care. Finally, after a particularly strong 
thrust, her head twitched and she collapsed with a wide 
and weak smile into my embrace.

We lay like that for a long while.

As I recovered my senses, confusion, doubt and guilt 
began to edge into my mind. Before they could get a 
toehold, Tessa rolled off me and looked into my eyes 
saying, "That was great. You were great."

Any doubts I had disappeared. I leaned in and gave her 
a peck on the lips. We held hands and giggled together. 
We spent the rest of the afternoon naked and exploring 
each other at a more leisurely, but no less passionate, 
pace.

At dinner that evening, Tessa called me Wild Thing. 

Grampa looked at me funny and asked, "What happened to 
Polly? Since when have you been the Wild Thing?"

I almost dropped my fork and quickly blushed crimson 
red. Tessa didn't miss a beat and explained it was 
because of how crazy I was when we were swinging at the 
lake. Even through my embarrassment, I had to gag back 
a laugh at her brazen double entendre.

My grandparents accepted the explanation. Gramma said, 
"So long as no one gets hurt and you girls have fun."

We assured them we were having lots of fun. I didn't 
mention my sore behind. 

END

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