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My Last Summer at Home - 2
by stifleurself (stifleurself@gmail.com)
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The discovery and angst surrounding the development of
their first lesbian relationship, between 19 year old
girls in Iowa. They manage to involve the prom queen,
and their younger boss from the supermarket. (FF, reluc,
1st-lesbian-expr)
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Part 2
Jill and I had such a surge of adrenaline and sexual
excitement after leaving poor Rickey at the drive-in
with cum filled shorts, that we drove my old pickup
around for another hour just to settle down. We circled
the outskirts of town, and then we took county road 42
out to the gravel pits. The gravel pits on the west side
of town were one of our favorite places to hangout.
We could drink some beers and smoke some Marlboro's
before plunging into the water from a rope that was tied
to an old walnut tree. At night it was a popular hangout
for the local high school kids who like to smoke a
little weed, and maybe do some skinny dipping. Jill and
I liked to sit on a big rock down by the water and
listen to the cicadas and bull frogs, while we sipped
our beer and talked about all our big plans. Tonight
Jill was unusually quiet, so I could tell she had
something else on her mind.
"That was pretty cool what we did to Rickey tonight,
I've never had control over a boy like that before," she
mused before taking a big drag on her Marlboro.
I took a long drink of my beer and tilted my head to the
nighttime sky with a sly smile. "Yeah that was pretty
fun, but I kind of thought we were just going to tease
him. I was pretty shocked when you pulled his jeans
down, and his little buddy was so hard it pointed
straight at the roof."
Jill sputtered on the swig of beer she had just taken,
and her shoulders shook from a laugh she couldn't hold
in. We both leaned back on that rock and laughed like
wolves howling at the moon. When we got the nervous
excitement out of our system, we just laid on the rock
watching the fluffy summer clouds roll across the moon.
After a few minutes I could feel her staring at me, and
when I turned she opened her mouth a little but nothing
came out.
I drew in a breath and asked, "Jill, what is it? We
always talk about everything, no limits, no lies and no
bullshit. So, what is it?"
She bit her bottom lip, and exhaled. "That kiss tonight,
um.... we've never kissed like that before. Were you
just showing off for Rickey?"
"Yeah, a little I guess. I mean it was cool to see his
reaction, and then I realized I kind of liked it. I've
thought about what it would be like to kiss you, but I
didn't want to make our friendship all weird. Do you
feel weird about it?" I turned back to look at the moon
not knowing what she was going to say, holding my breath
until she answered.
Jill looked back at moon and answered in a very
confident way. "Kissing you was hot. I've wondered for a
long time if you maybe think about girls sometimes,
because I do, a bunch."
She turned to look at me again, but now her eyes looked
unsure and her voice cracked. "And umm... I've kissed
another girl too." "Oh my god, who?" I immediately
asked. She quickly turned to the moon again, and drew a
breath in. "I'll tell you, but honest to god, as my best
friend, you have to promise never to tell anyone. OK?" I
whispered, "OK". Then she stunned me when she blurted
out "Beth Carter," as she turned to see my reaction.
"Girl, what the fuck? Are you serious? Beth Carter?" I
asked as I stared at her in disbelief.
Beth Carter was the queen of our high school. She was
homecoming queen, prom queen, student body vice
president, always on the honor roll and always tied to
the hip of the school's star quarterback Scott Martin.
She was totally not in our social circle, and not the
type of girl we would ever want to be. She always walked
around with her nose in the air, and laughed at
everything Scott Martin said. Her entourage of
cheerleaders always surrounded her at lunch time, and
she would never stoop to acknowledging us at school. I
was clueless in high school, but was now discovering she
was just hiding a big secret with the entire queen of
the school attitude.
"When? Where? Why? How the fuck did you even...?" and
then I just stopped.
"Well," she explained, "our moms were best friends in
high school, so we hang out at their house almost every
weekend. We have barbecues around the pool and then stay
up late while our parents play cards and drink wine.
They usually let us have one glass of wine, but you know
me. I always sneak a few more, so Beth and I usually get
pretty buzzed. When our parents start to get drunk from
the wine and get too loud and silly, we go for a swim
and then sit in the hot tub."
Jill took a deep breath and then continued. "Last
weekend we went into the little cabana they have to
change into our suits, and it just kind of happened. I
had already changed, and turned around to see Beth just
standing their naked and smiling. Of course her tits are
perfect, and her waist is tiny, and her tan is perfect.
She looked at me and said she never knew I had such a
hot body before this summer, and asked what my workout
routine is."
"Ha! What workout routine, jerking off Rickey was the
toughest work out you had today," I mockingly replied.
She punched me in the shoulder and continued without
missing a breath. "I looked down and couldn't help but
stare at her completely bare crotch. She saw where I was
staring and just said "bikini wax". She stepped closer
and said, "You can touch," and pulled my left hand to
her crotch. It was smooth and the folds were very wet,
and then she just leaned forward and pushed her tongue
into my mouth. Then she grabbed the back of my head
before I could react, and sucked my tongue into her
mouth while my hand was still on her..."
She stopped briefly before she could say it. "...on her
pussy. After about a minute she just stopped and she
whispered in my ear "We better stop or I'm going to cum.
You ready for the hot tub?"
I was breathing kind of heavy by now. I was shocked by
this sudden confession, and very buzzed from the beer.
This whole experience was flooding my senses with so
many confusing signals. I looked at Jill and she stared
at me with heavy eyes, and flushed cheeks. I smirked and
asked, "Then what'd you do, 'lez out' in the hot tub all
night, or what?" She punched me again.
"Oh my god, no!" she exclaimed. "Don't make me feel
weird please. I'd never touched another girl, and hadn't
kissed one yet either. She put her tiny bikini on, and
we got into the hot tub without saying a word. She took
her favorite spot; the spot with the "magic jet" is what
she calls it. She just sat on the jet and rubbed her
nipples through her suit for a while and stared at me.
"She kept staring at me when she pulled her boobs out
and twisted both nipples until she started to cum. Then
she tilted her head back and shuddered like she was
being shocked. I'm not going to lie girl; it was all
kind of hot."
Jill paused for a good thirty seconds while I tried to
sort out everything she had just told me. Then she asked
"So, do you want to go over to the Carter's next
weekend? They always tell me my friends are welcome."
"Well yeah Jill, if it wouldn't be too weird for you,
sure." Then she leaned over and kissed me very lightly
with closed lips and shook her head no. I looked into
her eyes for a minute, the she got up and ran for my
pick up to grab some more beers. What a summer this was
turning out to be.
To be continued...
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others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
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trusted partner. 4-million people around the world
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