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My Last Summer at Home - 4
by stifleurself (stifleurself@gmail.com)
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The newly developing first time lesbian relationship
between two 19 year old small town girls from Iowa.
(FFdom/Msub, bi, tease)
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PART 4
The whole week at the supermarket seemed to last forever
for me and Jill. We didn't really get a chance to tease
our boss Rickey again since the store was super busy.
The 4th of July was next Monday and everyone in town had
been stocking up on stuff to make their favorite holiday
foods. The weather was supposed to be perfect the whole
three day weekend.
I was sure looking forward to going over to the Carter’s
with Jill, because they were the only family in town
with an in-ground pool and hot tub. I was also really
curious what Beth would be like outside of school. After
Jill told me about her last “adventure” with Beth, it
was going to be pretty interesting.
I didn't see Tommy all week, which was just fine with
me. I hadn't said one word to him since I found out he
left my graduation party to get sucked off by that bimbo
Cindy Johnson. I just wanted him to leave for the
Marines and never come back. Some of his friends told me
he hadn't been the same since graduation. He told
everybody he knew he had fucked up really bad. He told
them again and again that I’d been the best part of his
life for the last two years. I only had two responses
for those conversations, “Good” and “No, I won’t talk to
him.”
Punching that time clock at 5 PM on Friday is a good
feeling. The clunk from the time clock when it punches
through your time card is an awesome sound. Jill and I
grabbed our purses, climbed into my truck and headed
straight for the gravel pits. Rickey had hooked us up
with some good beer for tonight, a twelve pack of
Rolling Rock in bottles.
He had packed them, along with 10 pounds of ice, in a
cooler that he had stashed under a tarp in the bed of my
truck. When Jill reached down to put her purse under the
seat, she noticed Rickey had also stuffed a carton of
Marlboro Reds down there. Having a boss that was your
boy toy was turning out to be really cool. He had also
taken us off the work schedule for the weekend, and
Monday was a holiday. For the time being life was good.
I cranked the stereo and we left a trail of dust behind
us as we raced out to the gravel pits. My stereo was
killer, my uncle Stu bought it for me when dad and I
finished restoring my ’72 IH pick-up. It looks like a
vintage radio, but it has up to date electronics inside.
They mounted a speaker in the each door and down in each
kick panel. Then they mounted an amp and sub-woofer
behind the seat. When we finished installing it my dad
and uncle Stu made me raise my right hand and swear.
I had to swear never to play rap or country through my
new sound system, ONLY classic rock. That’s what I
listened to most of the time anyway, but I have some
NWA, Tupac, Brad Paisley and Keith Urban on my phone. I
crank those when I get out on the country roads, out of
ear shot of dad. We blasted some classic rock today from
an Allman Brothers CD I’d swiped from dad’s truck. They
were dad and uncle Stu’s favorite band growing up, and I
loved them too. I still do.
“Ain't but one way out baby, Lord I just can't go out
the door. Ain't but one way out baby, and Lord I just
can't go out the door. Cause there's a man down there,
might be your man I don't know.”
“Lord you got me trapped woman, up on the second floor;
If I get by this time I won't be trapped no more. So
raise your window baby, and I can ease out soft and
slow. And lord, your neighbors, no they won't be Talking
that stuff that they don't know.”
I cranked it to eleven when Duane and Dickey ripped
through their solos. I played the drums on the steering
wheel while Jill played her usual dorky looking air
guitar. God I was going to miss her when I left for Iowa
State, she was the best. Her grades weren't good enough
to get into a university, so she wasn't going with me as
we had always planned.
She was either going to a junior college or joining the
military. We pulled off the road next to our favorite
swimming hole and skidded to a stop in the gravel. I
turned off the truck and we just sat for minute and
breathed in the summertime Iowa air. The bean and the
corn fields, and all the freshly mowed yards and ditches
gave the air a great smell in July.
“Damn that was a long week Tanya, I’m ready for some fun
this weekend” Jill said, as she blew all the air out of
her lungs. Then she turned and flashed me her evil grin.
“Rickey told me about the break room accident."
“Oh really,” and I couldn't help but smile. “How'd that
come up?”
“Well yesterday in the stock room I was feeling naughty.
I trapped Rickey in the corner and asked if he was being
a good boy and not having any orgasms without
permission. When he turned beet red I knew something was
up. Then he told me about waking you up in the break
room on Monday, and about his accident. He said you made
him show it to you. Then he said you touched his “little
buddy” as you call it, and it just went off.” I grimaced
a little when my Catholic girl conscious started to take
over.
“Jill, maybe we’re going too far with Rickey. Maybe
we’re being a little too perverted.”
“No fucking way chick, he loves it. He loves being our
little boy toy. He told me he wanted us to keep treating
him the same way, and if we do he’ll keep us stocked up
on beer, wine and smokes all summer. Then he begged me
to let him cum for me, right there in stock room. I said
no way buster, but then I slipped my panties off right
there and pressed them in to his sweaty little hand as a
down payment. I told him he’d better hook us up with
beer starting today, or the fun was over.”
“Jesus Jill. You were at work today with no panties on?”
“Yeah, it was great, it felt sexy,” she said, as she
pulled up her work uniform to show me.
“You shaved?!”
“I just trimmed it, and I left this neat little patch at
the top”, and she tugged the little patch of dark hair
as she looked t me. “I figured if we’re going over to
the Carter’s this weekend I better be ready for a
bikini.” Then she peeled her uniform over her head and
looked at me in just her bra and a smile.
“Come on Tanya, don’t be a slow poke and get your suit
on. Let’s go cool off.”
I had never been self-conscious about being naked in
front of Jill; we changed in front of each other all the
time and shared the showers at school. This new thing
between us caused me to see her in a whole new way, a
sexual way I wasn't used to. When she took her bra off
and was sitting there naked on the seat of my truck, I
found it incredibly hot.
She didn't have big breasts, they were just perfect
little ski slopes with a scattering of freckles. They
were topped with dark pink puffy nipples that looked
like marshmallows. Jill has a very unique look because
her father is Irish, and her mother is from Thailand.
She got her mother’s dark hair, skin and slim body. She
got her dad’s green eyes and freckles. I couldn't look
away as she wiggled into her cut offs and slipped her
bikini top over those cute little boobies.
“Last one in the water has to suck Rickey’s little
buddy” she smirked as she swung the door open and ran
for the water. Just as I got my uniform over my head, I
watched her swing out on the rope and plunge into the
cool water. I had my cut offs and bikini top on in 30
seconds and was in the water in a flash.
As I swam up to her, she teased me in a sing song voice.
“Haw, haw, haw, slow poke. Better loosen that jaw up,
‘cause Rickey’s little buddy is coming in for a visit.”
Jill raised her middle finger up to flip me the bird and
then said, “You can practice on this.” She popped the
same finger in my mouth when I opened it to tell her to
fuck off.
She surprised me, but I played her little game so I
could move closer and sucked her finger in. I circled it
with my tongue while trying to give her a sexy look.
When I got close enough I reached up and grabbed both
her nipples through her top, and pinched hard.
She jerked her finger from my mouth, rose a little out
the water and squealed, “Ouch, you little bitch!”
I shrieked as I turned and swam the other direction as
fast as I could. It was a stupid move to try and out
swim her, Jill had been on the swim team since she was
7. She still had a swimmers body and caught up to me
fast. She grabbed my bikini top to stop me, causing the
bow in the back to come undone and then pulled it off
right over my head.
“You better give that back to me,” I sputtered in the
water as I swam after her.
She glided backwards over to the shade under the big
walnut tree and waited for me, laughing and holding my
top up as high as she could. I had to jump for it when I
got there, which caused my boobs to pop out of the water
right by her face. She tried to bite one before I came
back down with my top, and I pushed her head down in the
water. She popped up out of the water laughing and
splashing me. I looked into her eyes when she stopped,
and then I grinned and issued a dare. “I’ll leave mine
off, if you take yours off.”
She only thought about it for a few seconds, and slipped
her top off and left it floating next to her. She looked
at me with an intensity that scared me a little and
slowly moved closer. She grabbed my butt as my hard
nipples touched hers and whispered “What are you going
to do now?” I was turned on so much by her look and the
tone of her voice that I knew I had to kiss her again. I
leaned in as she tilted her head and closed her eyes
while parting her lips ever so slightly.
A thousand things were going through my head as I leaned
in to kiss my best friend. I shouldn't be doing this,
I’m not a lesbian, I’ll have to confess this to Father
Jeffries, what would my parents think? And as my lips
touched hers, BAM! We heard a car door slam. Shit. We
ducked down in water as low as we could and frantically
put our tops back on. We looked up the bank and out to
the road and then Rickey popped out from behind the
walnut tree. He was holding another 12 pack of Rolling
Rock and muttered, “Um, I thought you might need some
more beer.”
“Fuck Rickey, you scared the shit out of us. What the
fuck are you doing, you think we can drink a 12 pack of
beer in an hour you little shit!” Jill was almost
screaming as she climbed out of the water and snatched
the beer from Rickey. His gaze immediately shifted to
Jill’s bikini top and she noticed he was already getting
hard. Her evil side immediately took over, “Tanya,
Rickey’s little buddy is almost ready."
“Jill, don’t be so mean. He just brought us some beer,”
I called from the water. I decided the old good cop bad
cop would be a good way to fuck with him. I winked at
Jill as I climbed out of the water and walked towards
Rickey.
By the twinkle in her eye, I could tell she was 10 steps
ahead of me already. He could see my hard nipples under
my suit as I walked over. I ruffled his hair while I was
standing close enough to brush his shoulder with a boob.
“Thanks Rickey, it was really cool to bring us some more
beer. You want to cool off quick before you go? Take a
quick dip maybe?”
“Uh, thanks but I didn't bring my suit." He was blushing
already and backing up; still not sure of exactly what
was going on.
Jill moved towards him with her evil smirk. “Rickey I
know what you can wear if you don’t have a suit. Do you
have the panties I gave you earlier?”
“Yes” he muttered, as the blush spread from his cheeks
down his neck and back over his ears.
“Well, go put them on. Then you can go swimming with me
and Tanya for a little while. I want to watch you swing
from the rope with your cute little panties on.”
“I-I, I don’t know. I mean, what if someone else shows
up?”
Jill lowered her head and clenched her teeth. “Rickey,
if you want to keep having fun with us this summer you
have to be more open minded. Now GO GET MY PANTIES.” She
pointed to his car, “NOW!”
He turned and bolted for his car. He ran back with the
panties in his hand and stood in front of Jill. She
glared at him and held her palms up. “Well... put them
on, RICKEY.” He immediately started to strip right in
front of us. He got down to his boxers; he paused while
he looked around and then he pulled the waist band over
his hard-on.
He let them fall to the ground and then quickly tried to
hop into Jill’s panties. He was so excited he almost
fell as he swayed on one foot trying to get them on. He
finally got them up and pulled the lacy waistband over
his boner, letting out a little puff of air when the
silky material surrounded his hard little shaft.
Jill just pointed at the rope then. He walked up to it
with a tent in his pretty little panties and grabbed
hold of the rope with a worried look. He stepped back
and then swung out over the water. When he was over the
water he let go of the rope too soon and his feet were
still out in front of him. He smacked the water so hard
with his back that it sounded like a flat board hitting
the surface. He slowly swam back to us trying to be
cool, but we could see by his face that it really hurt.
“Rickey come here and let me look at you. That must have
hurt sweetie,” I said, as I hurried over to him. “Maybe
you better stay out of the water for a little, till you
get your breath back.”
“OK,” he grimaced, but amazingly his boner never went
away. I was impressed.
I leaned over and ruffled his hair again. “Tell you
what; you've been a good sport, and you look so cute in
your new little panties. I think you deserve a reward
today. Your little buddy looks like he needs some relief
sweetie. You take Jill’s panties off and we’ll give you
your reward.”
“You mean I... I get to cum?”
Jill then stepped over and lightly tickled Rickey’s
little panty-covered scrotum with her index finger. “Yes
you can,” she said with that Cheshire cat grin, “but it
has to be while you’re swinging on the rope."
“But how? I won’t be able to touch my wien... um, I mean
my cock if I’m holding the rope.”
“What? Were you just going to say, “wiener”? Fucking
hilarious! Rickey when you’re around me and Tanya you
need to call it your little buddy. And definitely NOT
your “cock." That’s a word for big boys with big hard
ones. I know how to get you started Rickey, and then you
can put on a good show for us. Give me my panties
Rickey, you’re just stalling now and ruining our fun.”
Rickey slipped them off and handed them to Jill, as he
did that cute blush shed down his chest. Jill led him
over to the rope by pulling him over with that always
hard little member. She motioned me over with her index
finger as she handed the rope to Rickey. She turned and
smiled sweetly at Rickey, then draped her panties down
over Rickey’s now twitching little buddy.
She said, “Hold on tight Rickey,” and then turned to me
and whispered “Kiss me Tanya."
We softly pressed our mouths together and exchanged
tongues as she stroked Rickey’s little buddy very
tenderly with her panties. He started to buck his hips
in less than a minute and whimpered “it’s happening."
Jill pushed him towards the water on the rope, and as he
swung out firing shots into the air, we clapped and
cheered.
We squealed and jumped when he swung back towards the
bank and fired one last shot of cum in our direction.
His momentum carried him back over the water again and
he let go. As he plunged into the water he cupped his
little balls and dived in perfectly this time, toes
first. In just a few seconds his head popped up and he
was smiling.
We grabbed the extra 12 pack Rickey had brought, and ran
to my truck laughing so hard we could barely make it up
the little hill. We jumped in and headed to my house to
take showers before we hit the streets tonight. We were
laughing and singing a Bob Seger song when we rolled up
to my house, bouncing on the seat to the beat of the
drums.
“Night after night, day after day, it went on and on.
Then came that morning he woke up alone. He spent all
night staring down at the lights of LA, wondering if he
could ever go home”
“And those Hollywood nights. In those Hollywood hills.
It was looking so right. It was giving him chills. In
those big city nights. In those high rolling hills.
Above all the lights, with a passion that kills”
I killed the engine and we ran to the house to raid the
fridge. Mom and dad were out at the movies, but mom had
left some pot roast in the oven for us making the whole
house smell delicious. I grabbed some hot pads and
lifted the pan out of the oven, quickly setting it on
the stove top. When I lifted the lid off we both leaned
over and breathed in and then hummed “mmmmmm” at the
same time.
We pulled some meat out of the pan with a big fork and
slapped it on a slice of homemade bread. We spread a
little mustard on a second slice and smashed it on top
of the meat. We put the sandwiches on some paper plates
mom had left on the counter, and wolfed them down while
we bolted up the stairs to my room.
“You want to shower first Jill?”
“Nobody else is here, let’s just take one together.” She
wiggled her eyebrows as she said it.
“My mom and dad could come back anytime soon. I’m pretty
sure it wouldn't be cool if we were naked in the shower
together when they come home. I’ll go first, and then
you can take a quick one while I go get gas. I want go
over to Storm Lake tonight for the carnival, sound
cool?”
“OK fun hater, I need to brush my hair out before I
shower any way.” She followed me into my bathroom and I
slipped my bikini top off, then my cutoffs and panties
at the same time. Jill was brushing her hair at the sink
and watching me in the mirror. She started laughing and
turned, “My gawwwd girl, you’re in serious need of some
yard work down there.”
I looked down and fluffed my pubes, and then looked at
her and stuck my tongue out. “I know, I just haven’t had
a reason to trim it lately, and I’m afraid to get it
waxed like Beth does. How’d you do yours?”
“I trimmed it real short with scissors and then I used a
little battery operated trimmer. They make a little tiny
one for close trimming; you can get them in the pharmacy
at the supermarket now." She turned back to the mirror
and in a light hearted tone said "If you have an
electric razor, I'd help you trim it..."
“Um, yes I do... but last time I nicked myself. Are sure
you can do it without nicking me?”
“I promise I won’t, and if I do I’ll kiss it and make it
feel better”, then she stuck her tongue out at me.
“Let’s just trim it now; it’s easier if someone can get
down there where they can see everything. Hurry, so we
can get showered and take off before your mom and dad
get back." Then she turned to look at me again and
patted the counter by the sink, "Just sit here."
“OK” I said cautiously, and I sat on the edge of the
counter. I leaned back a little and then Jill playfully
pushed on my sternum to force me back a little, then she
pushed my knees farther apart. She sat on my makeup
stool and leaned in holding my little pair of scissors.
All that catholic girl guilt started to creep into my
head, and as Jill leaned in close to my privates for the
first time I almost stopped her.
She fluffed the hair lightly and looked up at me, her
face already flushed. I’m sure mine was flushed to, my
cheeks felt hot and I jerked just a little when she
touched my pubic hair. Then she lightly pulled some
strands of my pubic hair tight and clipped them off.
When she pulled on my pubic hair, I had never felt
anything like the tingle that went straight to my clit.
She kept pulling and trimming, each time sending a jolt
to what was suddenly the most sensitive part of my body.
She moved in closer and I could feel her warm bare
shoulders on my thighs. She kept pulling and trimming,
and my right leg started to tremble. She looked up at me
as I bit my lower lip.
“You OK girl?”
“Yeah, I’m just a little nervous with those scissors
clipping away down there”, and I bit my lip again to try
to stop my leg from shaking.
What was really happening, is that I was moving closer
to something I’d never experienced before. Jill clipped
the rest of the longer hairs the best that she could and
then grabbed my electric razor. She popped on the
trimmer attachment, then switched the razor on and
lightly pressed on each side of my crotch. The vibration
from the razor went all the way to my toes. She trimmed
around and lightly pressed. Bzzzt, bzzt, bzzzt. Each
vibration made my leg quiver again. Bzzt, bzzt, bzzt.
Then both of my legs started to quiver.
“Jill, you have to stop for a minute.”
“Why Tanya, what’s the matter?” There was that devilish
smirk again.
“It feels like I’m going to pee, you better stop.”
She pulled away a little so she could admire her work.
She then leaned back over without hesitating and touched
the vibrating trimmer on the flat pubic bone area above
my pussy, sending that tingling sensation to my clit
again. “Just let me trim a little more on top." Then she
used a little more pressure than she did before.
BZZZZZZZZT, BZZZZT, BZZZZZT!
“Jill seriously, you have to stop.”
She let up on the trimmer, and then pressed again
lightly. Bzzzzt. Then she moved her left hand up slowly
while she gave me a smoldering look. She used her thumb
to lightly draw a circle on the hood covering my now
swollen clit. My eyes opened wide, and then rolled back
as I tilted my head back toward the mirror. Both my legs
were now quivering faster as I clenched my teeth, and
the feeling started to wash over me. I looked back down
at Jill and squealed “Jill what are you
doooooooiiiiing.”
She circled around on top of my clit once more, while
pressing the trimmer down lightly. My toes clenched, and
I leaned my head back and breathed in through my nose.
The world exploded a few seconds later and I saw stars
through my closed eyelids.
With both legs shaking my toes touched the floor, and I
put my palms down on the counter while pushing myself
into Jill's thumb. I mewed like a cat and then breathed
in sharply again, shuddering while almost pushing my
crotch into Jill's face. When it was over, I lowered my
butt back down on the counter slowly, and quickly pushed
her hands away as my eyes popped open.
I was breathing like I had just run around the block. My
right leg was still quivering as my chest heaved up and
down. A bead of sweat dripped down off my nose and
rolled between my breasts. I looked down at Jill’s
shocked expression through the hair now covering my eyes
and tried to catch my breath.
She stood between my open legs and gently placed both
hands on my hips, and leaned in to touch her forehead on
mine. “Oh my god Tanya that was hot! That was your first
orgasm, wasn't it?”
To be continued...
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