After the incredibly hot group session at Artie’s, everyone needed a break from sexual activity. They were sitting around chatting, with the still naked Michelle and Angie curled up on one couch while Artie and Steve sat on the other. The sight of the two beautiful girls caressing one another and kissing was starting to make both guys aroused again but Steve knew the girls would be a little sore and needed more recovery time.
“Why don’t we head down to the creek?” he suggested. “I have some weed left and who knows, maybe we could do a little skinny dipping?”
Everyone perked up at that and the decision to go was unanimous. Artie also had some pot and they each rolled up a fat joint while Angie and Michelle
put some clothes on. They both must have been still feeling more than a little horny because all they wore were their cropped tees and shorts - no underwear. As they prepared to go, Angie came over to Steve and pressed her tight little body to his, kissing him deeply. He could feel her hard nipples poking into his chest as her full breasts were crushed against him, sending another surge through his already semi-hard cock. Out of the corner of his eye, Steve noticed Michelle kissing Artie as well, her hand rubbing his cock over his shorts. It seemed that neither of the girls was ready to call it a day yet!
Steve’s house was on the way to the creek from Artie’s, so Michelle and Artie walked their bikes over there so Steve could get his, while Angie used one his mother bought a few years earlier but rarely used. Karen’s car wasn’t in the driveway so they didn’t have to come up with any excuses as to why they weren’t at the creek yet. They pedaled toward the path, with Artie and Steve trying to race one another. Angie and Michelle followed along at a more leisurely pace, laughing and chatting like old friends.
By the time the girls reached the path to the creek, Artie and Steve were long gone, probably already leaping into the cool water. The girls decided to walk their bikes down the rough path, enjoying just being alone together in the relative coolness and serenity of the thick spruce and pine forest. They were able to walk side by side once they were a few yards in and they allowed their bodies to touch, holding hands whenever the path was smooth enough to allow one handed control over their bikes.
When they reached the clearing, they dropped their bikes and embraced, kissing deeply while splashes and shouts could be heard from their guys in the water a few yards away. Angie slowly released Michelle’s soft lips and smiled at the pretty brunette, stroking her long, silky hair lovingly.
“Do you think,” she whispered, her eyes never leaving Michelle’s, “that it’s possible to fall in love with two people at the same time?”
Michelle held her gaze, nibbling nervously on her lip. She had been wondering the same thing, but didn’t know how to bring it up. After all, until a very short time ago she had been completely naive in matters of sex and love, let alone with another girl. Yet, there was no denying the feelings she had for the pretty blonde. She tried to smile.
“I . . . I don’t know,” she managed to whisper.
Angie continued to smile at her and caress her hair. “I think it is,” she replied, moving in to kiss her again. Michelle responded to her warm kiss, feeling her pussy leak into her shorts. And she knew at that moment that she was in love with Angie, at least as much in love as her tender age could comprehend. She returned the kiss passionately, her tongue meeting Angie’s in a sensual dance that stirred her even more, causing even more of her sweet juices to seep from her swollen pussy.
They clung to one another for a long moment until Steve’s shouts broke through the foggy curtain of their intimacy.
“Hey! Come on!” he shouted from the tree by the bank.
They continued to hold one another but turned to look in his direction. He watched them for a few seconds, then grinned, turned and jumped back into the water. Angie looked back to Michelle.
“I do love you, Michelle,” she said softly. “Steve is the only other person I’ve ever said that to,” she added.
Michelle nodded, momentarily speechless, then smiled apprehensively. “I . . . I think I love you, too, Angie,” she finally managed to say. “I know I care a lot about you and I can’t stop thinking about you.”
Angie kissed her quickly. “I didn’t say it just to hear it back, baby. I just wanted you to know.”
She took Michelle’s hand and they walked down to the creek, dropping their backpacks on the grass. As they pulled out their towels and swim suits, Angie looked around. She grinned at Michelle and gripped her short tee with both hands. “Let’s forget the bikinis,” she said, her blue eyes flashing.
Michelle stared at her for a brief moment. She had been looking forward to the little thrill of undressing in the open and putting on her bikini, but to remain naked? She glanced nervously over her shoulder toward the path. “What if someone comes along?”
Angie nodded to the bikini in her hand. “Bring that with you and leave it on the bank. If we see someone coming, just slip it on before they get too close.”
Michelle was thinking it over when Angie pulled off her top, then slid her tight shorts down and off. She kicked them toward her backpack and stood completely naked in the clearing. She made no effort to retrieve her own bikini and stood there grinning at Michelle.
“Come on! I dare ya!”
Michelle stared at her beautiful friend, her eyes moving along her supple young body in the afternoon sun. Slowly, a smile came to her lips and with one more glance over her shoulder, pulled off her own tee shirt and shorts. She tossed her bikini to her backpack and looked up at her friend and lover. “If you’re not taking yours, then neither am I!”
Angie laughed, her freshly washed hair shimmering in the sun and her perky nipples fully aroused. Michelle could feel her own arousal growing and reached out to embrace Angie, their naked flesh pressing together as their lips met in another loving kiss.
Finally, Angie broke the kiss and turned toward the water. “Last one in has to take Artie up the ass!” she yelled, and made a run for the bank.
Michelle laughed and ran with her, hitting the water a split second after her. They both broke the surface at the same time and looked around to see the shocked expressions on Steve and Artie’s faces at the sight of the two girls jumping naked into the creek. As the girls swam over to where they were, their shocked expressions turned to grins. Angie swam over to Steve, put her arms around his neck, then wrapped her long legs around his waist, her hot pussy pressing against the growing bulge of his hardon under his shorts.
“Hey baby,” she cooed, a look of unmistakable wanton lust on her face, “Wanna fuck?” She began to grind herself against him and he was instantly hard.
He reached down and quickly yanked off his shorts, tossing them to the rocky bank behind him. “Hell, yes!”
She maneuvered her hips until his cock lined up with her hot opening. Using her legs as leverage, she quickly impaled herself on him, taking him all the way in in one swift motion. She sighed and held him tighter, using her strong vaginal muscles to grip his hard shaft in her already tight little cunt. Steve gasped and reached down to her tight little ass, holding her inside him, the heat from her excited pussy a sharp contrast to the cool water. She began to move slowly, her hips undulating and her hard clit rubbing against his equally hard shaft. She leaned in so that her head was lying on his shoulder and began to nuzzle and kiss his neck as their movements increased.
Michelle moved over to where Artie stood in slightly shallower water, barely coming to his waist. She kissed him quickly, then reached down and pulled his shorts down, releasing his already hard cock. She kept walking, forcing him to back up out of the water. His shorts were tangled around his knees and she paused while he removed them, then continued to move him up over the round river rocks to a small patch of grass on the far bank, which was just above water level, as opposed to the higher bank on the other side. He seemed a little nervous being naked, as he had the first time they’d been together, but she simply smiled at him and dropped to her knees on the soft grass.
Before Artie had time to say anything, her small hand was wrapped around his huge tool and her warm mouth enveloped the soft tip. He moaned softly, his hand going to her head as she began to bob back and forth on him. She went at him like she hadn’t had sex in a long time. Apparently the excitement of being outside and completely exposed had ignited something inside her and she craved his cock like never before. Her tongue snaked out, teasing the tip and licking his precum from the hole.
This went on for several minutes until she could stand no more and needed to feel him filling her tight little pussy. She released his massive unit and turned around, kneeling on all fours and wriggling her cute little ass at him.
“Fuck me, Artie,” she breathed in a husky voice, looking back at him. “Put that big cock into my tight little pussy and fuck me hard!”
The sight of this gorgeous naked girl practically begging him to fuck her caused his anxiety about being naked in public to evaporate. He quickly knelt behind her, guiding his thick cock to the pink flesh of her swollen labia. When the soft tip touched her wet lips, she moaned and pressed back, forcing him inside. She paused only for a second before pushing back again until almost his entire length was buried in her. The sensation was incredible. She could feel the walls of her vagina squeezing and contracting, as if milking this huge organ. When he began to move, she closed her eyes and groaned in absolute pleasure. How could something feel so good!
They continued their slow fuck, barely conscious of Steve and Angie fucking in the chest deep water only a few feet away. Michelle’s hand moved to her clit and she began to tease the hard little sex organ, rubbing in circles around it, her finger occasionally rubbing across it. This heightened her arousal even more and she felt the tingle that indicated orgasmic release begin almost immediately.
“Oh, yes, baby!” she gasped, “Don’t stop . . . fuck me harder . . . ohhh, god yes!”
Her eyes were clenched shut and she could feel her orgasm growing more and more. Artie was hitting on a very good g-spot from his angle of attack and the combination of that and her own masturbation was quickly bringing her to climax.
“Ohhh, fuck, Artie,” she cried out, “I’m . . . I’m . . . cumming . . .!”
Artie had picked up his thrusts and her words only encouraged him to increase his speed even more. She began a low wail in the back of her throat, becoming louder as he continued to slam her tight little pussy mercilessly.
“Ahhhhh . . .” she cried, dropping her head to the grass. She felt the tingle become a fully charged electric shock, spreading out from her womb to her extremities. Her body tensed and her voice became a strangled cry as the orgasm engulfed, then overwhelmed her senses. She could feel him still hammering away at her while she came hard, her mind seeming to float free from her body, the intense pleasure of her all-encompassing orgasm the only thing keeping her connected.
As soon as she peaked and released, her cries fading into short grunts, she felt herself building again. She grit her teeth and gripped the grass, her fingers digging into the soft earth underneath as another intense orgasm washed through her. The pleasure was unbelievable. Never before had she come so hard twice with almost no pause in between. Artie had slowed his thrusts, no doubt partly due to her strong vaginal muscles squeezing involuntarily as she came.
As her second orgasm passed, she collapsed to the warm grass, Artie’s cock the only thing keeping her body from completely falling limply. He had stopped moving, as if recognizing her total lack of motor control, but she could feel his hard, throbbing cock buried deep inside her and she knew that he still hadn’t cum. She wanted to please him, but for the moment, she was helpless to do anything. He didn’t move his cock, but she felt his cool hand on the overheated flesh of her back as he leaned over her.
“Michelle? Are you ok?” She could hear the genuine concern in his voice even through the hazy fog that had settled in her brain. She tried to nod but realized she wasn’t moving her head enough for him to see. She turned her head to one side.
“Uh-huh . . . j . . .just . . . need . . . a second . . .” she managed to gasp, a dazed smile forming on her lips. He began to withdraw from her warm, wet sheath and she gasped as his cock slid over her sensitive flesh. When he finally pulled out, she gasped and moaned in disappointment at the loss. She could feel her pussy contracting, as if trying to grasp at the hard cock that was no longer there. Even though she wished he’d stayed inside her, she also knew in the back of her mind that one more orgasm like the first two would probably cause her to black out. And that wasn’t something she wanted to happen outdoors.
Meanwhile, things were becoming more heated with Angie and Steve. They continued fucking in the same position for a few more minutes, their movements becoming more urgent with each passing moment. The water around them was becoming agitated, splashing up to cool their overheated flesh. They gripped one another tightly, as if their mutual bond meant life itself. Finally Angie lifted her head and loosened her leg grip.
“Let’s go over there,” she gasped, her tight little pussy contracting on his hard cock as she nodded to where Michelle and Artie were fucking madly on the grass. “I need you to really give it to me!”
Steve nodded and she pushed away, the cool water replacing the heat of her vagina on his throbbing meat. He was so aroused that it did little to ease his hardon and he quickly waded out of the creek behind her, watching as the beads of water ran down her naked skin. She reached the bank and stopped a couple of yards from where Michelle was moaning loudly as Artie rammed his huge cock into her mercilessly. She chewed on her lower lip and smiled seductively at him, beckoning him with her finger. Wordlessly he went to her, anxious to feel the heat of her excited cunt on his aching rod once again. As he neared, she glanced over at the others, then her smile became a grin and she dropped to all fours, her cute little ass pointing upward invitingly.
“Fuck me hard . . . like that,” she panted, nodding toward Michelle. Steve looked over at them. Michelle had her head lowered and was wailing loudly, her young body shaking from the force of Artie’s thrusts. He was gripping her waist and slamming his huge meat all the way into her, their skin making wet slapping sounds every time he bottomed out. He looked back down at Angie, who was looking back at him over her shoulder, her pink tongue wetting her lips and her eyes wild with lust. “Please . . .” she whispered pleadingly, pushing her ass toward him.
Steve moved over to her and dropped to his knees in the thick grass. It was so fine and lush it felt like a cool carpet under him. He took his hard cock in his hand and guided it to the puffy pink flesh between Angie’s legs. The heat from her excited sex felt incredible and he quickly pushed all the way into her, groaning at the feel of her hot, velvet sheath on his throbbing cock. Angie responded in kind, pushing back toward him and grinding her ass cheeks against his pelvis. They began to move, quickly building to a frantic rhythm, the slapping of their wet skin mixing with that of Artie and Michelle only a few feet away. Angie was moving faster, pushing back against him so hard that his cock was a blur moving in and out of her.
After several minutes of this, Steve slowed his pace. He placed his hands on the ground next to her and leaned over her. Sweat dripped from his brow and splashed onto her back, each drop falling as if in slow motion. He could feel her undulating under him, her hot pussy squeezing and moving on his cock in a manner that he knew would soon have him exploding in orgasm.
Meanwhile, Angie was nearing her own orgasm. She was a little disappointed when Steve eased up his rapid jack-hammering thrusts, but she knew he couldn’t keep that pace forever. It still felt wonderful to have his hard, throbbing cock inside her and she moved her hips so that he continued to rub against her clit, perpetuating the sense of impending orgasm she had been moving toward.
Steve caught his second wind and pushed back up, his hand moving along her spine, sending little shivers of pleasure through her. As he began to move again, his hands stroked her long hair and she suddenly turned her head.
“Pull on my hair!” she gasped, not knowing where that thought came from, but suddenly wanting him to dominate her; possess her.
Steve hesitated for a second, then wrapped her golden locks around his hand and tugged gently on it.
“Harder!” she breathed. He increased the pressure and she lifted her head. “Harder!” Again, he hesitated, then she felt him pulling harder, her hair tight in his grip and her head pulled back so that her back was fully arched. He continued to fuck at her pussy, although not as hard as earlier.
“Yes!” she gasped, “Ohhh, yes! Fuck me hard!”
Steve was a little perplexed by her demands, but above all he wanted to please her so he began to hammer in and out of her faster. He liked the idea of fucking her like this, although it had never occurred to him to treat her like a total slut. It was turning him on like never before and he could tell it was having a similar effect on her. He continued pounding at her, tugging even harder on her hair. He was vaguely aware of cries from Michelle as she and Artie came together, but he was so wrapped up in his and Angie’s impending release that he didn’t pause to look. Something in him told him to slap her ass and his smacked her hard enough to leave a red imprint of his hand on her pale cheek. She gasped but her movements didn’t ease up, so he did it again.
“Oww, fuck! Yes, spank me!” she cried. “Again!”
He brought his hand down again and again as a wail began to form in her throat, becoming louder each time his hand made contact. He began to time his slaps with his inward thrusts and within a few seconds he felt her body tense and her pussy clamped down hard on his cock. A low whine came from behind her tightly clenched teeth and she began to shake and shudder under him as her orgasm exploded. The sight of her in the throes of such a powerful climax and the tightness of her dripping twat were too much for Steve and he felt his balls tighten. A slit second later his seed surged through his cock and erupted deep inside of her, flooding her already drenched pussy with his hot, sticky jism. Angie’s mouth opened wide and she let out a loud expletive when she felt him cum inside her, releasing yet another powerful orgasm almost on top of her first. Steve was still holding her hair tight as they both bucked together, her neck straining with her face almost pointing skyward, eyes closed tightly.
Steve kept his eyes closed as little shocks of pleasure sparked after his initial release. He felt his cock surrounded by the warm wetness of their combined juices in the tight confines of Angie’s dripping cunt. He opened his eyes and realized that he was still gripping her hair, keeping her head pulled back. He released her hair and her head dropped forward limply, her body still trembling as her orgasms subsided. He could feel himself starting to shrink and a few seconds later his semi-hard cock slipped from her amidst a flood of semen. At that moment, Angie’s knees went out from under her and she dropped to the grass, panting and gasping for air. Steve dropped beside her, his hand rubbing her back gently as he fought to regain his own breath.
“Are you guys all right?”
Michelle’s timid question broke through the fog of their dazed minds as if from a great distance. They both turned in her direction and saw her and Artie lying a few feet away. Artie was stretched out on his back and Michelle’s naked body was stretched across his, her head lying on his chest.
Angie licked her lips and managed a dopey smile. “Oh fuck yeah!” she said in a hoarse voice. “Holy fuck!”
Steve smiled at her, happy that their rough sex hadn’t actually hurt her. She looked up at him and smiled, her eyes glassy but contented. She rolled onto her back and stared up at the clear blue sky. Steve’s eyes drifted over her beautiful body, pausing at her perfect breasts which barely sagged even when she was lying on her back. Fuck she was gorgeous!
“That,” she began, pausing to catch her breath again, “was incredible!” She turned her head and looked at Steve and the others. “When you pulled my hair and began to spank me, I got so turned on I thought I would cum right then and there!”
Steve glanced at the others, reading the same confused look on their faces as he was sure was on his own. He looked back at Angie. “Really? That turned you on?”
Angie’s grin widened and she propped herself up on one elbow. “Oh my god, yes! I don’t know if it was because I’m one of those people who get off on pain or if it was because it felt like you were . . . just taking me, using me for your own pleasure . . . but it drove me crazy!”
Steve absorbed this, but had no reply. It all sounded a little weird to him, but he couldn’t deny his own pleasure, or Angie’s for that matter. She touched his arm.
“Next time, I want you to talk really dirty to me while you’re doing it. You know, call me a slut, a whore, tell me what you’re going to do, how hard you’re going to fuck me, stuff like that.”
Steve felt his face getting hot, but nodded. “Uh, ok, if you want me to.”
Angie sat up, pulling her knees to her chest and wrapping her arms around them. “Oh yes, I really do.” She looked over at Michelle and Artie, who hadn’t spoken or moved. “You guys should try it sometime,” she said. “It’s so fucking hot!”
Artie and Michelle exchanged a glance, then Michelle shrugged. “It might be fun.”
Artie looked doubtful. “But I don’t want to hurt you,” he protested.
Michelle smiled at him, leaning in to give him a kiss. “You won’t, baby. I’ll tell you if you are.” She looked over at Angie and grinned. “It did look pretty hot!”
Artie glanced at his watch. “It’s nearly four. I need to be going soon.”
They all agreed and stood up. Artie retrieved his shorts and pulled them on, then volunteered to make sure the coast was clear for the girls to go up and get their clothes. Michelle came over to where Angie was standing while Steve tugged his wet shorts on. They kissed briefly and Steve turned to watch them, a smile creasing his lips.
“Every time I see you two doing that I get hard all over again!” he exclaimed. They started giggling and Artie called out from the other bank that the coast was clear. They all paddled across the creek and climbed up the root ladder. Steve conveniently arranged it so he would go up the ladder last, giving him an excellent view of their wet, still swollen pussies as they climbed up.
The girls got dressed and stuffed their unused bikinis into their backpacks while Artie and Steve put on their sneakers and t-shirts. Angie found she was limping slightly, no doubt because of Artie’s huge cock earlier, not to mention the severe fucking Steve had just given her. A subtle look in Michelle’s direction told her she was also a little tender. It had been a full day of sex, and for the time being she thought she would be able to abstain long enough for her tender pussy to recover. At least somewhat.
Chapter 44
Kristi rode around aimlessly on her bike, her thoughts on what had happened between her and Jake at the creek. Was she prepared to go all the way with him? Her mind was still awash with the things they had done and at that moment she was leaning toward doing it. After all, they’d done just about everything but have sex. She remembered the feel of his cock on her lips; the taste of him, and above all, his tongue on her pussy! She found herself becoming aroused again at just the thought of it. She turned down Michelle’s street and wondered if she should go knock on her door. She needed to know if what Jake had said was true and then wondered how she would even bring it up. And if it was true, what then? Michelle’s friendship with Angie was already putting a strain on their friendship and if Michelle broke their pact, could they still be friends at all?
As she coasted along the street in the mid-afternoon heat, she decided that she had to find out, and the best way to do that was to just come out and ask. That’s what she would do. The next time she was with Michelle, she would just bluntly ask her. And there was no time like the present.
She slowed in front of the neat bungalow where Michelle lived and turned into the paved driveway. The house appeared deserted and she didn’t expect to find Michelle at home in the middle of the afternoon on such a hot day. She fully expected her to be at the creek, but she may have gone off with Angie to the mall. Or she might be out with Artie. That thought seemed so strange to her that she quickly dismissed it, despite Jake’s convincing argument. There was no way a hot chick like Michelle would be screwing geeky little Artie.
As she expected, her knocks yielded no answer and she climbed back onto her bike, rolling down the quiet street in the direction of the mall. A few minutes later she approached the path to the creek and decided to check there first, just in case someone was there now. She eased her bike between the roots and rocks down the path to the creek. When she emerged into the clearing she stopped. Four bicycles were lying on the grass, one she recognized as Michelle’s and another was Steve’s.
Between the bikes and the creek bank was a pile of backpacks, but she could see no one. They must be all swimming. She pushed her bicycle to where the others were lying and dropped it, listening for the usual yelling and splashing from the water. She couldn’t hear anything, which she thought was somewhat odd, but as she passed the backpacks, she stopped short, her eyes growing wide. There among the discarded clothing were the panties and bras of two bikinis. They weren’t . . . they wouldn’t!
She looked toward the creek, but was still too far from the edge to see the water. She strained her ears, but all she could hear was the familiar sound of the gurgling water and unseen birds and other forest critters. Then another sound reached her ears; faint, but definitely human. It sounded almost like a cry, but it didn’t sound like a cry one would make while playing in water. She moved closer to the creek, listening for any other noises and heard the cry again, followed by what sounded like a grunt, as if someone was lifting something very heavy. Then she stopped and looked back at the discarded clothing. If they were down there without clothes, maybe they were . . .
She felt her heart start to race and backed away from the edge. They wouldn’t dare have sex right out there in the open! Then she remembered that Jake claimed that was just what he had seen.
She spun around and ran back to her bike, picked it up, and began to push it at a fast trot back toward the trail. She’d almost reached the trees when she slowed, then stopped. She looked back toward the creek, then seemed to come to a decision. She pushed her bicycle into the woods, making sure it was well concealed behind some thick bushes, then walked back toward the creek. There was one sure way to know if they were down there having sex. She turned into the woods toward where her and Michelle usually went to relieve themselves. From down there, she would have a clear view of the swimming hole and could remain unseen in the thick bush.
As quietly as possible, she pushed into the clawing bushes, moving toward the spot where she would be able to see what was going on. Her heart was racing and she found the idea of watching her friends having sex exciting. She tried to picture Michelle with her legs spread and Artie pushing between them, but it just seemed too unreal.
Now Angie was another story. In Kristi’s mind, she was nothing but a loose slut who blew into town and immediately hooked her claws into Steve. She could easily picture her offering herself to just about anyone. Then she stopped as a new thought suddenly occurred to her. There were four bikes and two bikinis. That meant Michelle and Angie were down there, naked, along with Steve and Artie. She pictured the swimming hole and unless they crawled through the muddy marshy area on the other bank and into the trees there, there was really nowhere to go down there for privacy. It was puzzling, but she was almost to where she would be able to see exactly what the hell was going on down there.
She entered a small opening in the thick brush and could now hear more voices. They were still too far off to hear clearly, especially with the sound of the water, but as she knelt and began to part the branches she could make out a girl’s voice.
Peering through the bushes, her jaw dropped at the sight that greeted her. There on the grass on the far bank, Michelle knelt on all fours while an equally naked Artie pounded at her from behind. Michelle was looking back at him and Kristi could see her mouth moving as if giving him orders. She heard only two words clearly - “fuck” and “harder”. The look on Michelle’s face was wild and as she turned her head away and lowered it to her arms, a loud moan reached Kristi’s ears.
She was so taken by the vision of her best friend being fucked doggie style by Artie out in the open that it took her a second to realize Angie and Steve were in the water only a few feet away from them. It was only when they pulled apart and went over to the bank that she took notice. They too were both naked and she could see Steve’s hard cock bobbing before him as Angie knelt in the same position Michelle was in. Steve dropped to his knees, gripped her hips, and thrust his cock into her in one quick motion.
Kristi could hardly believe her eyes. This was unbelievable, surreal. She found that her own pussy was starting to get damp, and her nipples knotted inside her bikini top. She was actually getting turned on watching this!
Suddenly, Michelle let out a loud cry and her body stopped its rocking motion, halting Artie’s movements as well. She lifted her head up, her back arching, then shuddered and shook. ‘She just came!’ Kristi thought to herself. After a few seconds, Artie began to move again, then drove all the way into Michelle and held there, his body tensing. Michelle moaned again and after a long moment, they both collapsed to the grass and lay there unmoving. Despite Kristi’s inexperience, she knew they had both just experienced powerful orgasms.
As Michelle and Artie fell into one another’s arms to recover, Kristi turned her attention to Steve and Angie. By this point, Steve was pumping his cock in and out of the petite blonde’s pussy, their grunts and moans reaching her ears even over the sound of the babbling creek. She heard Angie tell him to pull her hair and watched in rapt fascination as he did and she seemed to be getting off on it! When he began to spank her bare ass, the loud cracks were easily heard and from her position, Kristi could see her skin turning red. Still, she continued to moan and pump her ass against him until her body tensed as Michelle’s had earlier. Kristi watched as they both shuddered in mutual orgasms then also fell to the grass, their bodies heaving as the fought to catch their breath.
It wasn’t until that point that Kristi realized her hand was circling her erect nipple, teasing and rubbing at it over the fabric of her t-shirt and bikini. Shocked that she could actually be enjoying watching her friends having sex, she removed it from her breast, silently cursing her own weakness.
She watched them talk for a few minutes, then Artie got up and pulled on his shorts. She watched him swim across to the other bank and climb up, then was lost to her sight. Steve went down to the water’s edge and found his own shorts, giving her a good full frontal view of his slowly deflating cock. She was so caught up in watching Steve that for a moment her attention was diverted from Michelle and Angie.
When she glanced back in their direction, she let out a small gasp and her hand went to her open mouth. They were locked in a tight embrace and were kissing! She was so stunned at that sight that she momentarily lost her balance and had to let go of the branches she was holding back to steady herself.
By the time she’d regained her balance and pushed them aside once more, they were all swimming back across to the far bank. She watched as the two naked girls climbed up, then Steve, then she allowed the branches to fall back into place and sat down on the pine needle floor, her mind spinning from what she had just seen. Her best friend since like, forever, was not only having group sex in public, she was also gay! How could she have been so blind to all of this? Had Michelle been harboring those feelings about her all this time?
Her mind still filled with a million thoughts, she gathered herself up a few minutes later and began to push her way back through the thick brush to the clearing. She hid behind a spruce tree and looked out to make sure they had gone. She just caught a brief glimpse of someone disappearing up the trail as she peered out of her hiding place and after a quick survey of the clearing, she stepped out and hurried along to retrieve her bicycle from the bushes.
She didn’t know how she would be able to face Michelle after what she’d just witnessed. Or any of them, for that matter. She did know one thing though; none of this started until that little blonde slut showed up in town. There was absolutely no doubt in her mind that she was the instigator of all of this wild sex. The question now was, what to do about it.
Chapter 45
Angie awoke the next day and stretched, her lithe body naked under the sheets. She winced a little, her hand sliding down to her still tender pussy. No doubt due to the stretching she’d received from Artie’s monster cock. She smiled to herself as she pictured him, still amazed that she’d been on the receiving end of such a cock. Michelle was a very lucky girl. Then again, so was she. Steve was certainly no slouch when it came to sex. She remembered the thrill of him tugging on her hair and slapping her bare ass, and how much it increased her pleasure. She came so hard yesterday at the creek that her knees were still rubbery when she got home.
She threw back the sheets and climbed out of bed. Bright sunlight filtered through the curtain of her basement room, giving the promise of yet another beautiful summer day. As she pulled on a long t-shirt, she wondered how long this weather could last. According to the news, if it didn’t rain soon, they may end up in a drought situation. Steve had mentioned that the creek was lower than usual, although there was still plenty of water for swimming.
She opened her bedroom door and saw Steve on the couch, his tousled hair telling her that he had just got up and had yet to shower. She went over and leaned in, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek.
“Good morning, baby,” she whispered, her hand slipping down over his bare chest. He smiled and caressed her hand.
“Morning,” he replied.
She walked around the couch, taking a quick glance up the stairs. She could hear sounds from the kitchen and since she only had a t-shirt over her naked body, she didn’t want another surprise visit from their parents while they were snuggling on the couch. She stopped in front of him and knelt down, resting her arms on his knees and lying her head on her folded arms. She noticed his cock start to grow inside his boxers and looked up at him, grinning.
“Happy to see me?”
Steve laughed and looked up the stairs before turning his attention back to her. Her hand was creeping up his leg toward his now semi hard member. He grasped her hand, stopping its upward movement and wagged a finger at her, trying not to grin.
“Uh-uh! You behave!” he scolded teasingly. “We don’t want our mothers to catch us again dressed like this with you kneeling at my feet!”
Before Angie could reply, the telltale sound of creaking boards and footsteps on the floor above them told them someone was coming toward the basement stairs. Angie pouted, but quickly jumped up and ran to the bathroom. Karen called down from the top of the stairs and they could hear her start the descent.
Angie stood in the bathroom door and slowly pulled off her t-shirt as Steve’s mother came down the stairs next to the bathroom door. Steve stared at her as his mother came into view, amazed at her brazen stunts. It was as if she got off on the thrill of getting caught. By the time Karen reached the bottom of the stairs, Angie had closed the door and Steve breathed a sigh of relief as he heard the shower start.
Karen came over and stood next to him as he tried to focus on the TV show he had been watching before Angie had so wonderfully distracted him. He looked over at her.
“Hi, Mom.”
She looked down at him, frowning disapprovingly at him wearing only his boxer shorts. “Steve, I think it would be best if you didn’t walk around like that while Angie’s staying here,” she said. Her knowing look told him she knew they were having sex, but she didn’t mention it. He nodded.
“Ok, Mom. Sorry.”
Karen continued. “Cathy found a couple of houses she likes and she wants Angie to go with her today to look at them.” She paused before continuing, glancing in the direction of the closed bathroom door where the shower could be heard running. “I would appreciate it if you would encourage her to go. I think she would listen to your ‘suggestion’ instead of her mother insisting she go. Do you understand my meaning?”
Steve nodded, his eyes on the TV. “Sure, Mom.” He looked up at her. “I have to work today anyway, so it won’t be a problem.”
She stood watching him for a few seconds, then nodded. “Ok.” she started back toward the stairs, then paused before speaking again. “I just hope you two are being careful,” she said, then went back upstairs before Steve barely had a chance to absorb her words. He swallowed a large lump in his throat, his face burning. So she knew. What was the big deal? The thought of what she would say if she only knew the whole truth brought a slight smile to his lips.
He sat there unmoving on the couch, flipping through the channels but not really watching anything until he heard the shower stop and a few moments later Angie emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a towel and rubbing her wet hair with another. She glanced up the steps then walked over in front of Steve.
“So, what are we going to do today?” she asked, a quirky smile on her face.
Steve shook his head. “Unfortunately, I have to work.” Angie’s smile faded to a sexy pout. He continued. “And Mom was just here. She said your mother saw a couple of houses she liked yesterday and wants you to go see them with her.”
Angie sank to the couch beside him and wrapped the towel around her damp hair. “Oh. I guess I better go with her then.”
He nodded. “Yeah. I’m working at noon and won’t be finished until five so I guess today is as good a day as any to do it.”
Angie’s hand slid to his leg and moved up to where his cock was once again showing signs of life. The towel she was wrapped in wasn’t all that big and barely reached from her breasts to her thighs. She smelled like soap and that flowery shampoo he found so irresistible and more than anything he wanted to pick her up, take her to his bed, and fuck her senseless. Her hand stroked his stiffening rod as he contemplated the wisdom of that action with their parents just upstairs, then quickly dismissed it. Taking risks sexually was one thing, but getting caught like that could destroy everything.
Meanwhile, Angie had him fully hard and was pushing her hand into his shorts, her fingers lightly caressing his cock. He sighed and lifted his butt from the couch so she could lower his shorts, pulling his cock out so she could give him the attention she wanted to. He kept one ear open for sounds of approaching parents while Angie leaned over and took him into her warm mouth, taking nearly his full length in. He looked down at her towel clad head and pulled it from her hair, letting her damp hair fall over his bare stomach and legs and tickle his skin. She kept bobbing her head up and down on him, making contented little murmuring sounds as her tongue teased his cock while the warm suction of her gentle sucking coaxed the sperm from his balls.
It may have been the idea that someone could walk in on them at any second, but it didn’t take long before Steve felt the familiar tingle and was soon pumping his load down her throat. She kept up her suction, swallowing every drop until he finally stopped spurting. She licked and kissed his softening cock, then sat up and smiled.
“Just a little something to remember me by while you’re working,” she said as she leaned in for a kiss.
Steve pulled his shorts back up and grinned, shaking his head. “God, I love you,” he remarked, giving her spermy lips another kiss.
“You better!” she replied, returning his grin as she stood up and went to her room. He laughed and got up to take a shower as her door swung partially closed, thinking for the billionth time how lucky he was to have her.
Chapter 46
Jake leaned against the retaining wall at the parking lot of the Seven-Eleven and took a long drink of the cold Pepsi he’d just bought. The day was already hot and it was only eleven am. He hoped Kristi would show up soon and they might pick up where they’d left off the day before. He had definitely made some progress with her, but he was so horny now that if she didn’t let him fuck her soon, he was going to break it off and find someone who would, tears or no tears.
The sound of an approaching bicycle caused him to turn and look and he was a little disappointed to see Michelle riding up to him. She looked hot in her short halter top and cut-off jeans but he really wanted to be alone with Kristi right now. Despite that, he greeted her with big grin.
“Hey, gorgeous!”
She returned his grin and pulled up only a few inches from where he stood. “Hey yourself,” she replied.
“Haven’t seen you much lately,” he said, “Got a new boyfriend or something?” He watched her face for any telltale signs and was certain he saw a flash of guilt in her eyes before she laughed and shook her head.
“Right, I’m getting married next week!” she shot back as she got off her bike and leaned it against the wall.
He couldn’t help but admire her long, tanned legs and how good her ass looked in the tight cut-offs. His thoughts went back to when he had seen her fucking Artie and he felt his cock twitch at the mental image of her lying back with her legs spread wide, moaning as Artie fucked her with his monster cock. She turned back to him and he quickly averted his eyes from her ass and tried not to pause too long on her sexy tits barely contained inside the small top before meeting her eyes once again. She seemed nervous and looked away almost instantly and he smiled to himself. He was wondering if her and Artie were an item or if she just fucked him. Maybe if things didn’t work out with Kristi, he could get some of that action.
“So, where is everyone?” he asked, taking another swig from his Pepsi.
Michelle shrugged. “Steve’s working and Angie had something to do with her mother today. I tried calling Kristi but her mother said she wasn’t home.”
Jake nodded. He had also tried calling Kristi and had got the same result. He turned his gaze upward to the blazing sun. “I think I’m going to the creek,” he said, then looked over at her.
Wanna go with me?”
She hesitated a second, then shrugged. “Sure, I guess,” she replied. “Maybe Kristi will show up there.”
Jake nodded and drained his Pepsi then dropped the bottle into a recycling bin. “Yeah, it’s too hot to do much else.”
He went over to his bike and climbed on. Michelle was already straddling hers, her long legs stretching to the hot pavement under her feet. They started off toward the creek, neither saying much beyond a few comments on the weather and when the heat wave might end. Even though they had dated once or twice, she had never felt any special bond with Jake. He was good looking, of that there was no question, but there was no real connection other than their common friendship with Steve and Kristi. He was more of an acquaintance than friend and they weren’t usually alone together so idle chat wasn’t a natural thing for them.
They arrived at the trail to the creek and Michelle followed him through the trees until they emerged into the clearing. As they cleared the trees, they saw a bicycle lying on the grass and down by the oak tree Kristi was stretched out on her towel wearing her skimpy bikini. There seemed to be no one else around and they both dropped their bikes next to hers and went over to where she lay unmoving, her eyes closed and her tanned skin glistening under the hot sun.
“Hey, Kristi,” Jake said as they approached her.
She opened her eyes and looked up at them, then closed them again. “Hey,” was all she said.
They were used to Kristi’s moods and didn’t think anything of her cool reception, so they went about getting ready for a swim. Jake simply pulled off his t-shirt and Michelle couldn’t resist a peek at his bare torso as she pulled off her top and shorts, revealing her light blue bikini that until a few weeks ago she had been too timid to wear. She spread out her towel next to Kristi, who still hadn’t moved or said anything else, and lay down on it.
Jake sat cross-legged next to Kristi and rolled up a joint. He lit it, took a long toke, then nudged Kristi, who opened her eyes and accepted it, taking a pull, then passing it wordlessly to Michelle. They finished it in silence, which Michelle thought was becoming a little awkward. Jake stood up, brushing grass from his legs.
“Well, I’m going to a swim,” he said. “Care to join me ladies?”
Kristi shook her head. Michelle, sensing there was something bothering Kristi, shook her head as well. “Maybe later,” she told him.
He shrugged and ran off the edge of the bank, missing the rope and splashing into the water below. The girls lay there for a long moment listening to him splashing around in the cool water before Michelle finally spoke up.
“Is something bothering you, Kristi?”
She didn’t reply and Michelle frowned. She knew the cold shoulder treatment was one way Kristi expressed her disapproval over something. The only thing she could think that may have pissed her off was her friendship with Angie, who Kristi disliked for some reason. She decided to try again.
“Look, I know I haven’t been around much in past few days, but . . .”
Kristi interrupted her without even opening her eyes. “You’re busy with your new friend. Don’t worry about it.”
Michelle stared at her for a moment before responding to her barely veiled remark. “Kristi, it isn’t like that.”
Kristi finally opened her eyes and turned to Michelle. “I know you’ve been hanging out with her, so don’t try to deny it.” Her eyes burned into Michelle’s until she was forced to look away. “I was looking for you yesterday and I couldn’t find you anywhere. I looked here . . .” Michelle felt her stomach tighten. “ . . . then went to your house, the mall . . .”
Michelle felt the knot in her stomach ease. They must have still been at Artie’s when she checked here. Kristi continued.
“So I was ready to give up and go home, then I decided to come back here just in case . . .”
She paused for a long moment and the knot in Michelle’s stomach grew again.
“ . . .and I saw you. I saw what you were doing . . . down there!” Her arm gestured toward the water. Michelle swallowed a hard lump and the fear once again gripped her. She chanced a quick glance up to Kristi’s face. The expression she saw was that of hurt and confusion and her voice quavered as she continued. “Why . . .why didn’t you tell me? I thought we were best friends?” She looked away and wiped at her eyes.
Michelle felt like she was in some horrible nightmare and for a moment she couldn’t think of anything to say. She stared down unseeing at the grass while the silence grew louder. Finally she spoke, her voice soft and barely above a whisper. “I . . . didn’t know how . . .” She looked over at her friend. “How . . . much did you see?”
Kristi sniffed and looked back at her. “Plenty,” she said, her voice flat. The knot was once again squeezing Michelle’s stomach as she remembered her and Angie’s naked embrace and kiss. She closed her eyes and inhaled a long, slow breath.
“Kristi, I . . .” she began, but her friend interrupted her.
“Are you . . . gay?”
Michelle let out her breath. So she’d seen that too. She shook her head slowly. “No, I mean . . . maybe . . . I don’t know.” She looked up at Kristi. “It just sort of happened . . . I can’t explain it.”
Kristi didn’t reply. Jake was coming up the ladder and grinned at them before taking another leap at the rope, this time catching it and swinging wide over the water before letting go and splashing in. They both watched him in silence then Kristi spoke without looking at Michelle.
“Do you . . . feel that way about me? I mean, have you been wanting to . . . do stuff with me, too?”
Michelle almost smiled, but shook her head slowly. “It wasn’t like that. It was never anything I really thought seriously about. When I met Angie, it was kind of like . . . we both sensed something; some kind of connection. She’s never done anything like that before either.”
Kristi nodded slowly. “I see. And what about our pact to talk before either of us did anything. Did that not mean anything to you?”
Michelle shook her head. “Kristi, I told you, it just happened. Neither of us planned it. And how was I supposed to talk to you about wanting to be with another girl? What would you have said?”
“Well, I guess I can understand that,” she conceded. “But what about Artie? I asked you if you liked him and you said only as a friend. Then I hear you were screwing him right here in the open the next day!”
Michelle felt another surge of adrenalin. Someone had seen her and Artie? This was starting to snowball. Who else knew? She stammered out, “I . . . I . . . that was . . .” She sighed. “You’re right, Kristi. I’m sorry.” She wanted to ask her who in hell told her, but decided that could wait a few minutes until they hopefully worked this out.
Kristi looked up at her. She took off her sunglasses and blinked in the bright sun. “So, you’re seeing Artie and Angie? And you guys were all there together, having sex! Don’t you think that’s a little weird?”
Michelle shrugged. “I suppose some people might see it like that.” She saw Kristi’s face darken and hastily added, “But it really isn’t that unusual. Lots of people have group sex with multiple partners. It’s really very exciting.”
Jake was climbing from the water again. He started toward them, but sensed they were having a serious discussion about something and decided he didn’t need to get involved. He ran off the bank again with a loud yell. Kristi absorbed what Michelle said and thought that it did sound kind of exciting. After all, what her and Jake had done in the woods had made her very excited, and that was nothing compared to what Michelle, Artie, Angie, and Steve were doing.
Michelle reached out to touch Kristi’s arm, then thought better of it and instead leaned on one elbow facing her. “So, . . . are we ok? Still friends?”
Kristi didn’t reply for a moment, then turned to her. “You really hurt me, Michelle. I thought we were best friends, and best friends don’t keep secrets.” Michelle hung her head and nodded.
“You’re right . . . there’s no excuse for what I did, and I’m truly sorry. I don’t want it to ruin our friendship. Can you please forgive me?”
Kristi thought for a moment, then nodded. “I don’t want that either, so I forgive you.” Michelle smiled and reached out for her hand, which Kristi hesitated before taking. She looked up and gave her a faint smile. “But I don’t want to catch you checking me out, got it?” Her smile widened and Michelle laughed, causing Kristi to laugh with her.
“Deal!” Michelle finally managed to get out.
They stopped laughing and settled back down to enjoy the sun, the tension broken. Michelle decided it was as good a time as any to ask her why she disliked Angie. “Kristi, you should really give Angie another chance. She really is a nice person and I know you’d like her if you got to know her a little.”
Kristi smiled but didn’t look over at her. “If you like her that much then I guess she must be ok. We just got off on the wrong foot, I guess.”
“Just give her a chance, ok? For me? Don’t make me choose between you because I don’t think I could.”
Kristi nodded and lifted her dark glasses to look over at Michelle. “Ok, I’ll try to be friends with your girlfriend.” She paused then grinned. “Fuck, that sounds weird!” They both laughed again and Michelle squeezed her hand.
“Thank you.”
Kristi decided that since she’d forced Michelle to come clean, she should too. She sat up on her elbows and made certain Jake was still in the creek, then sat up cross-legged facing Michelle. “The reason I was looking for you is because I needed to talk to you about something.” Michelle sat up. Kristi looked toward where Jake could be heard splashing around in the creek. “Jake and I are getting serious and he wants to . . . have sex.”
Michelle nodded, studying her face. “Are you ready for that?”
Kristi looked at her. “I don’t know. I think I am, and I’m definitely attracted to him, but it’s a big step, you know?” Michelle nodded understandingly. Kristi decided to tell her what they did. “We . . . kind of started to, but I stopped it. But we did do some stuff.”
“Like what?”
Kristi took a deep breath. “I . . . I let him . . . lick me,” she said, looking down in embarrassment. Michelle stared at her, shocked. She expected her to say she let him get to second base, maybe third, but not that! Kristi looked back up at her and smiled at her stunned expression. “Surprise,” she said, a faint smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.
Michelle finally found her voice. “And . . . did you like it?”
Kristi’s face turned red but she nodded. “Yeah, I really did. He made me . . .”
“Cum?” Michelle offered.
Kristi nodded, looking away. “And that’s not all. I . . . I gave him a hand job. I even licked it.”
Michelle was once again taken aback. “Wow, I didn’t think you would ever want to do that.”
Kristi shrugged. “It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be.”
Michelle smiled and shook her head. “I know what you mean. I kind of like doing it.”
Kristi looked up at her. “So you’ve done that?” Michelle nodded. “Did he ever . . . do it in your mouth?” Michelle paused before answering, but eventually nodded. Kristi’s face turned into a grimace of disgust. “Ewww! What does it taste like?”
She shrugged. “Kind of like . . . salty bananas,” she replied, trying to come up with something close Kristi might be able to relate to. “It’s not so bad once you get used to it.”
Kristi’s expression didn’t change much and Michelle decided to change the subject. “So, are you going to do it with Jake?”
“Well, I don’t know about doing that, but I’m thinking about the sex thing. I think I’m ready and I want to, but . . .” She looked up at Michelle. “Does it hurt much? Everyone tells me it does but I know I can trust you to tell me the truth.”
Michelle thought for a few seconds. “Yes, it does,” she replied, then added, “but only the first time. And I didn’t really get off the first time either, so don’t expect fireworks. But the next time . . .wow!”
Kristi looked away as if deep in thought, watching as Jake once more climbed up onto the bank, water dripping from his hair and streaming over his firm, suntanned skin. He paused and looked curiously at them, then turned and leapt into the water again. It was almost as if he knew he was the topic of their conversation and was content to leave them be. Kristi spoke without looking back at Michelle at first.
“I guess I’m ready, or as ready as I ever will be.” She turned to her friend, a nervous smile forming on her lips. “I can’t stay a virgin forever, right?”
Michelle returned her smile, but said in a serious tone, “Just be certain you’re ready.” She nodded toward the bank. “Jake is a great guy . . . and very hot . . .” Kristi’s smile turned into a red-faced grin. “ . . . it’s just that I just don’t want you to do anything you might regret later just because I did it. But if you’re sure, then I say go for it!” Her face broke into a wide grin and they began to giggle as Jake clambered back up onto the grass. This time, he picked up his towel and started toward them.
“What’s so funny?” he asked as he wiped the water from his face and body. He stopped next to Kristi and dropped his towel to the grass, then sat down on it, looking at them both with an amused grin.
The girls stopped giggling and exchanged a look before Kristi replied. “Oh, nothing, just girl talk.” She winked at Michelle, who returned it with a smile then stood up, looking at her watch.
“I really should be getting home,” she said with a sigh. “I promised Mom I’d have dinner ready when she got home from work.”
Kristi looked up at her, a brief look of panic in her eyes, then nodded. “Ok, Michelle. Will you be around tomorrow?”
Michelle pulled on her shorts and t-shirt. “Yeah, if it’s this hot again, I think I’ll be here around lunch time.”
“Cool,” Kristi answered. Jake moved closer to her, resting a hand on her bare leg. “If I don’t talk to you tonight, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.”
They said their goodbyes and she pushed her bike into the woods and up the rough path toward the street. Her head swirled with the knowledge that Kristi now knew about their little sexual arrangement and she wondered just how long it would be before Jake found out. Not long, she figured, especially if he and Kristi were having sex. And what if Kristi got her back up about something, or decided that she just plain didn’t like Angie and wanted to do something to hurt her? Would their friendship be enough to keep her from blabbing their secret all over school, and eventually, the entire town? The more she thought about it, the more scared she became. This was starting to get out of control and something had to be done - right away. She began to pedal toward home. She had to let the others know as soon as possible.
