sibly get laid by a hot cowboy.  How wrong she had been dawned on her the moment she stepped off the plane in Fort Worth.  Having lived in Wisconsin her entire life, Jen was used to summer weather around 70, maybe 80 degrees at the highest, so when she set foot outside into the 110 degree sauna that was a Texas mid afternoon, she swooned.  Half an hour in the airport medical office, where she was treated with a cup of Gatorade and a damp towel, was enough to bring her back to some semblance of life.  As she met her grandparents for the car ride to their house, she swore that after this trip she would never again travel any further south than Racine... maybe not even past Fon du Lac.

  The reunion itself was a disaster.  Most of the relatives who showed were either dusty old relics or middle aged couples with gobs of screaming, roughhousing kids.  She spent almost the entire time tucked away in the corner listening to grumpy old Aunt Agnes complain about her raging case of piles. Jen was somewhat interested until Uncle Roy mentioned that piles was just an old word for hemorrhoids.  After excusing herself as quickly and politely as possible, she spent the rest of the day wandering around trying to avoid packs of howling eight-year-olds.

  And that brought her to the here and now, sweating in the late July heat.  She stood; ready to go back inside where the ceiling fans made things at least marginally cooler, when she heard a car pulling into the gravel driveway that led to the house.  Curious, she stayed to see who it might be.

  A minute later, a huge, black van pulled up.  The doors opened, and out poured the largest family Jen had ever seen, a middle-aged man and woman, whom she would later learn were her aunt and uncle, twice removed, six kids ranging from three to eleven, and one girl her own age.  All of the girls had flaming red hair, including the eldest, who wore a grey halter and bicycle shorts that showed off every inch of her marvelous physique.  Jen felt a twinge of jealousy at this gorgeous young woman who could attract men just by walking past. 

  A little later, after the introductions were made, Jen felt a little ashamed of her jealousy.  Michelle, it turned out, was smart, friendly, and extremely bubbly, and soon they were close friends.  She explained the reason they hadn't been at the reunion was that the family van had broken down on the way, and it had taken most of the day to fix the problem.  They had decided to travel the rest of the way anyway, just to visit with grandma and stay the night before the long ride home in the morning.

  That evening, as sleeping arrangements were made, Jen learned that she would be sharing a bed with one of her cousins because the vast number of people had overflowed the two-story’s three bedrooms.  It was then that Michelle suggested she and Jen could share the bed in their grandmother's old camper-trailer, and Jen jumped at the idea.  The two of them could have an old fashioned slumber party together, just two new friends gossiping the night away. 

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End of part one...

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After making the final adjustments to their bed, Michelle excused herself to the small bathroom to change.  After she returned wearing a powder blue nightgown, Jen took her turn, changing into a white cotton nightshirt that reached to the middle of her thighs.   She left off her panties as the nightshirt was all she could stand to wear in the stifling heat without feeling that she was going to sweat herself dry.

When she exited the bathroom, Jen was surprised to find that Michelle had turned out the lights. 

“Michelle?” she asked anxiously, worrying that the other girl had left her by herself in the darkened trailer.

“I’m here,” Michelle answered, her voice slightly husky.

“Oh, good.  I thought you had left me here alone in the dark.  It’s kind of spooky in here with the lights off.”

“I wouldn’t do that.  I like you.  Come to bed.”

Jen walked the short distance to the bed and crawled in, accidentally brushing against Michelle’s smooth, bare thigh in the process.

“Oh, sorry,” She said.

“Don’t apologize,” Michelle said, “I don’t mind if you touch me.”

Jen propped herself against the headboard of the bed. 

“So, do you wanna talk?”

“Mmm, about what?”

“I don’t know… do you know any hot guys?”

Michelle giggled and sat up in bed.  As she did, Jen noticed that she had opened the top few buttons of her nightgown, and she could see one of Michelle’s perfectly rounded breasts, the nipple hard and erect.  She blushed and quickly looked away.

“No, I don’t know any hot guys,” Michelle answered, “and not many girls as hot as you.”

Jen jumped as Michelle placed a hand on her bare thigh. 

“I—I’m not really into girls,” Jen stammered as Michelle’s hand gently caressed her thigh. 

“You looked pretty into me earlier,” Michelle whispered, her lips an inch from Jen’s ear.

Jen found herself trembling under Michelle’s hand as it moved slowly and softly down to her knee, then back up to just below the hem of her nightshirt, then down again.

“I was just kind of jealous of you.  You have such a nice body.  I wasn’t checking you out or anything.”

“That’s alright,” Michelle giggled softly, “I was kind of jealous of you too.  But you’re such a nice person that I knew I had to have you.”

Jen gasped as Michelle’s hand slid up under her shirt to cup her mound, and she shivered as delicate fingers ran through her soft, golden pussy hair.  Michelle’s lips tenderly brushed against Jen’s ear as she drew closer.

“Do you like that?”

Jen’s heart raced as Michelle’s fingers gently spread her lips and found her clitoris.  Softly and slowly they began teasing at her.  Unable to stop panting long enough to say the word, she merely nodded.

With her other hand, Michelle gently pulled Jen down onto the bed, slipped her arm around her neck, and drew her close into an embrace.  Jen could feel Michelle’s heart racing just as fast as her own, could feel Michelle’s nipples pressed against her own breasts.  Unsure of what to do with her hands, she put them around Michelle and hugged her closer.

“Leave some room for my hand,” Michelle giggled as Jen pulled herself against her body.  “I don’t have a dick.”

Jen giggled nervously as she pulled back a little, but instead of fingering her pussy again, Michelle put her hand on Jen’s arm.

“You can touch me, too,” Michelle whispered as she guided Jen’s hand under her nightgown and down between her legs. 

Jen gasped.  Michelle’s mound was completely smooth, and she could feel the slippery moisture that leaked from her pussy and mingled with her sweat.  Michelle guided her fingers as she explored, caressing the smooth, soft lips, gently teasing them open to find the small, hard clit.

 

Michelle cooed as Jen played with her pussy, and slipped her fingers back between Jen’s legs.  They stayed like that for a while, just teasing and touching, until Jen felt the waves of pleasure grow, each larger and faster than the last.  As Jen came, Michelle’s fingers became more urgent, pressing more firmly against her clit, moving faster and faster as she thrust her hips to the rhythm of her orgasm.  Jen pressed her face hard against Michelle’s neck to keep from crying out until finally the waves stopped coming.

 

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End of Part 2

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