0 comments/ 8716 views/ 4 favorites The Holiday Girls Ch. 01 By: BluePhoneBox123 It was another St. Louis summer. Sport could only be played in the morning or evening, the day was spent drinking ice tea and searching for shade, and the nights were hot and muggy. Becky lived in a little house on the edge of the city. Her parents ran a chain of restaurants- mainly burger joints and the like. They were wealthy but didn't splash out too much. Frankie played lacrosse with Becky. Becky had always been the better one, having a slimmer and more dainty figure, whereas Frankie was a little taller and not so coordinated, although had a beautifully smooth and curvy body. This year, Becky's parents had decided that they were going to a Caribbean island. It would have a more bearable heat and would be a wonderful experience too. And of course, Becky insisted that Frankie should accompany her. After all, they were best friends. It was near the end of vacation, between the end of high school and the start of college, that the trip had been booked for. The plane was a regular Boeing- the usual commercial flight ones. "God it's hot in here." Frankie fanned her sweaty face with a boarding pass. "I know right? I'm just going to the loo okay?" "Don't leave me alone too long, that kid keeps looking at me." "An admirer perhaps?" "A creepy one to be sure!" Frankie watched as Becky picked her way down the aisle. They only had a quarter of the journey remaining now. Becky was short with straight chestnut hair that came to just below her little shoulders. She had a slim tummy with small breasts- Frankie guessed them to be an A cup. Her butt was delicate but probably firm. Frankie looked down at herself. She had dark hair that was only slightly frizzy. It covered her breasts which were bigger, Frankie happily thought, than Becky's. She was a B cup, 34B to be precise. Her bum was fleshier but soft enough to touch. Both the girls had smooth, shaven legs. She couldn't help but notice Becky's ass move up, down, up, down, as strolled. When they arrived, the weather was perfect. But just when the girls were unpacking, Becky's parents came to the door. "Honey, there's been an accident. One of the restaurants set on fire. Dad and I have discussed it. We'll return in 5 days. You'll be alright here." "Really Mom?" "Yes honey-bun. But we really have to go now. Behave!!" She kissed her daughter goodbye and like that, the two girls were alone in the house. "Aww honey-bunny aren't you cute," Frankie giggled. "Hey! It's honey-bun!" "Okay little girl." "Shut up Frankie-pankie. Okay so I'm gonna go shower." Becky left Frankie unpacking and took a towel to the bathroom. She took her lilac T-Shirt off and threw it down by the sink. Next were her jeans which she peeled off to reveal her panties, black with pink dots and frilly edges, like her bra. Those were soon gone too. She looked herself over in the mirror. Her boobs were little and firm with brown nipples sticking out in the center. She had always had quite brown skin, like a permanent tan. But not as dark to say she was mixed race or Latino or anything like that. Her vagina was shaven but untouched. Her lips weren't too accentuated beside her thighs, and she never touched herself. She had her shower, washing the shower gel across her back and front quickly. Then she rinsed it off and towelled beneath her legs and over her tummy. She laughed when she saw she had two droplets of water on her breasts- one from each nipple. She blew them off, one by one. Then she walked back to the room. Frankie had finished packing and was waiting, towel in hand. "You take for ages in the shower so be quick, alright?" Frankie smiled. "Of course I will. Then let's go shopping." "Oh my god. Yes. So definitely yes to shopping!" Frankie took off her denim jacket and placed it neatly on the floor. Next was her green dress, which stayed on her stomach owing to the band of elastic at the top of it. She grabbed handfuls of the dress and yanked in off. She folded it and stacked in on top of her jacket. She had kicked off her sandals at the door and now she lifted her dark blue top above her head. And now she was only in her navy panties and bra, which she proceeded to take off. Her tits were perky and as Frankie proved, she could hold the underside of them in her palms with ease. They were full and big. Her pussy, as she had begun to call it, was unshaven. She stuck her forefinger inside, past the jungle of pubic hair. It was as warm as ever. She showed, washing the inside of her vagina with care, shampooing her mass of hair in that area too. She put in her forefinger again and flicked it up, brushing her large clitoris and sending a little jolt through her tummy. She wasn't fat, but she had enough flesh so that she wasn't über-skinny too. But then of course Becky had wanted her to be quick. She didn't finger herself much, only once a week really, and even then, she was a virgin, and could only fit one finger inside without her labia stretching and hurting. They both dressed. Becky was in a soft grey top which had a low and baggy neckline, showing off her designer white bra. She wore white mini shorts and flip flops. Frankie was in a white t-shirt through which her vivid yellow bikini bra could be observed. She wore a frilly mini skirt which had a purple hem. She had turquoise socks and sneakers on too. The first stop was the supermarket, where they bought all the essentials: sesame seed oil for cooking, flour, eggs, vegetables, fruit, bread- they had a five minute penis war with the baguettes, pretending they were a gay couple- and icing sugar. Then the other not-so-essential was the squirty UHT whipped cream that is so sweet and scrumptious. Then the girls hit the clothes shops. "Okay Frannie-" "Stop it!" Frankie whined. Becky giggled and pushed her shoulder, "Okay, okay stressy pants! Frankie. Let's meet here in twenty minutes with the clothes we want and then well decide what we buy?" "Yeh but don't get too much?" "Exactly." In twenty minutes they met by the changing room. Frankie asked, "What have you got?" "Okay. Here goes-" "Oh no-" "Nah just kidding I don't have a huge list. I've got three pairs of panties, two bikinis, and these lovely pink shoes." She held them up in awe. "Awwhh they're so cute and sparkly!" "I knew you'd love 'em." "Okay so I have six pairs of panties and bras -matching ones-, two skirts, and a T-Shirt." "Well let's try your skirts first. I don't think I even need to try the shoes, I just need the right size." "Okay." Frankie undid the zip on the back of her mini-skirt and pulled on the first skirt. It was pink with grey stripes. "Frankie?" "Yeh?" "It's hideous!" "Right, I thought it might be so, I just saw a woman in it earlier and she looked so good. Anyway, moving on." Her next dress was a plain blue one, which both girls loved. They kept on trying their chosen garments on until Frankie had only two sets of panties and bras left, and Becky had to choose whether to buy an extra bikini or not. "See look," Becky said as she undid her bra, "it's fluorescent orange." Her bra fell to the floor and she did up the bikini. "It's nice but your nipples stick through." "I kinda like that." "Okay seriously, do you want to lose your cherry this holiday?" "Definitely before college." "Me too." So they decided to buy that orange bikini top. It was between a set of cream panties and bra which barely covered anything or these designer ones- green with black frilly edges and pink ribbon. They covered her boobs and enclosed both her pubic mound and the hair around it. "Definitely that one. The green one." "Why?" "Well your pubes don't show, and it works well with the rest of your curves coz it bulges a teeny weeny bit out in a good way. Oh and you can still see your pubic hair, which you so love, pressing against it." "Do you really like it?" Becky stood facing Frankie and cupped her pussy through her bikini bottom. "Any guy would cum immediately if he were doing this. It's sexy Frankie." They both giggled. "Right, let's go back, it's nearly eleven." "In the evening?" "Yep." "Haha wow!?" The girls with their pointy baguettes and neat clothes sauntered home. They were sleeping in the same long sized bed, just coz they liked the company. The next day was a pool day. They sat in the sun and browned their skin. They drank piña colada and lay reading books such as On The Road, The Road to Wigan Pier, and James Joyce's Dubliners. Well- that was Frankie's reading list for College. Becky was still attempting to immerse herself in 1715-1915: A Political History by 2 o'clock. By then, although vaguely interested in her book- or rather textbook- she had decided that the pool was just too enticing. The house her parents had rented was set back from the beach a little, and had no neighbours too close. It had white walls with intersections of blue strips of the gutter and the window panes, and big glass windows and wooden paneling was built in as well. As Becky went off to refill their glasses Frankie noted that her friend was right, her new panties did look pretty. When she lightly pressed the front of her crotch the fabric almost seemed bouncy due to the springy hair underneath. Becky was coming back now. Frankie noted that her bikini bottoms had ridden up into her vagina. That's a camel toe, she thought. She told Becky and the latter stuck her nails in and pulled it back into place. Her natural juices had wet the engulfed fabric and she now had a little wet stripe down the front of her triangle. Sadly, as soon as Becky elegantly dived in, it started to rain. Then it began to hail. Becky bit her lip to stifle a giggle- every time a hailstone hit Frankie, she'd flinch and clench her butt cheeks together. Just as Frankie had told her she had had a camel toe, her best friend now had the same thing in her bum. But Becky thought it was kinda cute, so she didn't make any remarks. They stayed indoors for the rest of the day. At about 9 they got bored and opted for an early night. In the Caribbean there were these occasional storms, and yet it was still boiling hot. For this reason, the sheets were left off, but Frankie still wore her cotton trousers and white pyjama top, and Becky her soft orange onesie. Soon both the girls were deeply asleep. The storm continued, with the hail ceasing but a heavy rain taking its place. Billowing clouds loomed over the island. Frankie rolled over in her sleep, colliding with Becky. Neither of them woke up. Their lips were pressed tightly together. Even their noses were squished up against the other's nose. Suddenly a crack of harsh thunder sounded and both the girls were awake. Their cheeks reddened and they both murmured and sheepishly wriggled away from each other. Frankie was asleep again in moments. Becky however was thinking. Her lips were kind of dry, she thought. Soft, but dry. A bit like the outside of a lightly toasted marshmallow, when it's not even gone brown yet. Another clap of thunder. Becky shivered. All she could hear was the patter of rain. She rolled over a few times and carefully put her left leg through Frankie's legs and pushed her right arm under her side and draped her left one over the side, meeting them in the middle, just under her soft bosom. She was hugging her cuddly friend in a way a koala might hug its mother. She pressed her head into the small of Frankie's back and promptly fell asleep. Frankie woke up and was slightly bemused. She remembered the accidentally kiss. But it dawned on her that Becky must've purposefully snuggled up to her. She removed herself from Becky's thought grip and rolled her away, onto her back. She didn't stir. She was breathing till of course, but those piña coladas must've had quite an effect on her. It is true though that she had had around sixteen of them. Frankie poked her face, gently. Nothing. She put her finger past Beckys' lips and ran her finger tip over her smooth teeth. Nothing. She took Beckys hand and put in down her own trousers. She rubbed her friends hand over her clit for a while. Then she stopped, a little shocked by her actions. She brushed the hair form Becky's face and patted her shoulder. She was about to get up when she thought a weird thought. She couldn't could she? Slowly she straddled Becky. She gently patted Becky's chest. Then she squeezed her firm little tits. Then she ran down the stairs to the kitchen. About an hour later Becky emerged, looking rested, in jeans and a T-Shirt. "Hey." Frankie looked up. "Hey you." Becky sat down and drank some juice. She looked up and quietly said, "Sorry about last night." "The kiss?" "Uhh...yeh." "Or your cute cuddling?" Becky went pink. "Don't worry Becky, Mommy's here." Becky shook off Frankie's hand. "Shut up you asshole." Silence. "I liked it. The kiss." Becky was silent. Did she really like it or was she winding her up. She played along, being truthful but wary at the same time. "Me too." Silence again. Frankie suddenly got up, her chair scraping the floor. She leant down to Becky's over the table and kissed her lips. Becky was shocked. But she stood up, holding Frankie's arm. She opened her mouth and attacked with tongue. They maneuvered past the table and Becky pushed her over the back of the sofa. The kiss was wet and warm and soft and passionate and fast and Becky began to hump her hips against Frankie's vulva. She could feel her pussy getting a little wet. Frankie on the other hand could feel her juices brimming and spilling into her panties. She picked up Becky and carried her to the room. She threw her down and stripped in second. Her pussy hair was dripping wet. She pulled Becky's jeans down and then her panties. She pressed her boobs against Becky's. They began to hump ferociously. Frankie grunted. "Let's scissor." They did so, sex against sex, Frankie's pussy squelching on each impact with her cunty juices. "Oh fuck Becky. Oh fuck. Oh harder. Oh. Oh." Her moans became higher pitched. Becky panted and leant forward, putting her head over Frankie's shoulder, holding her back and brutally smashing her trembling slit against Frankie's juicy sex. Frankie came as soon as Becky started her orgasm. The petite girl's pussy trembled and her hard nipples jiggled quickly up and down, her arms going limp. Frankie squirted all over the bed and even let out a little pee, shouting as she did so. "Ohhh. Ohh. Ahhh. Fuckkkkk." She roughly grabbed those little lips and kissed them and humped so damn quick, so damn hard. And her wetness seeped into the sheets. Finally she came down. She had made marks in Becky's tits where she had clenched them throughout her blazing squirting session. Becky got up. And led Frankie downstairs. She put her on a deck chair beside the pool. She sat on her head. Frankie lightly bit on her best friends labia. She sucked those tight lips into her mouth and probed her pussy hole with her long fat to tongue. It was a matter of seconds before this innocent teen came again, a few drops of wetness rolling into Frankie's gaping mouth. Becky slid down Frankie's body. She looked at the tangle of pubes. It was soaked. She pressed her nose into it and sucked some hair into her mouth, tasting Frankie's natural juices. She put her hands in and stretched her lips. She winced in pain. "God you're tight." "So are you." Becky licked up and down the edges of her lips. "Bloody hell you're good." "Mm. Your- mmm -" "-Fucking wet?" "Yeh but oh god you're tasting but no seriously your clit is massive. Look I can suck it." She slurped on Frankie's big clit. Suddenly she bit down on it and Frankie shrieked. "Ahhhhhhhohohoh..." She whimpered a little and tears sprung to her eyes. She had squirted all over Becky's dirty face. "That hurt." "You have a warm snatch." "I can even feel my pussy anymore." "I know." "Wait what?How?" "You're letting piss dribble from it." "Oh Jesus am I?" Frankie sat up and held her lips apart. The movement caused a stream to burst out onto Beckys' lips. It kept coming. She got up and waddled to the pool, jumping in. "Are you pissing in the pool!?" "Fuck. Oh yes. Oh that's better." Becky licked her lips. "It's salty." "No shit Sherlock." "Come here." "Huh?" "One. Two. Three- right you dirty whore. Eighteen years old and having pissy accidents! My god." Frankie was a little confused. She slowly got out of the pool. Becky pushed her down and just started spanking her ass. "Oi fucking hell what the- OWW -what the fuck?!!" She jumped up and slapped Becky. She picked her up by the feet and dragged her to the kitchen. She was a little angry and majorly horny. She whacked Becky's firm ass with a rolling pin up her ass crack. "Oh shit." Becky started to cry. Frankie slapped her cheeks harder and harder until they were beetroot red. Then she licked them, cooling them. "There, there. Don't cry baby. Shh it's okay now. Hush baby." "Why?" "Let's not do that again." "I concur." The acts of fierce anger were over. That evening the two girls, hand in hand, strolled down the road towards the beach. "Hey Frankie?" "Yeh?" "We're not an item. We're just friends still right?" "Yeh...though I wouldn't mind going a bit further. Like not the spanking, that hurt, but licking an stuff, if you want to too?" "I wouldn't mind it. We can fall back on each other when we're all alone, or spice up our sex lives if we get boyfriends, and just generally pleasure each other when we feel that way inclined." "Good plan. When are your parents back?" "The day after tomorrow." "It's been that long already?" "Yeh I know right!" When the girls got to the beach, people were already partying. There was booze and guys in swimming trunks and chilled groups of girls from all over the island; from all over the world in fact. Frankie spoke, eyeing a guy in a loincloth: "Lets split girl." He was rather athletic with big pecs and what looked like a tough stomach. His legs weren't too chunky and muscly so if anything did go on, she wouldn't be crushed and broken by him. "Hey," she shouted over the bass,"I'm Frankie." "Yo wazzup? I'm Phil. From England. How old are you?" "Oh nice to meet you, eighteen you?" "I'm 19, on a gap year, is that okay with you?" "Yeh definitely. I'm from St. Louis, Miss-" "-Missouri? Yeh I went there for a bit, saw the Cardinals play. I can't say I understood that rule about tag though." "Oh it's easier, basically- actually you know what don't worry!" "Aha okay. So you here in a group?" "Just with my friend." "Do you have to meet up with her soon?" "No. I hope that's okay with you." "Yeh no that's awesome. Awesome." He paused, then said tentatively, "Hey do you wanna go someplace quieter?" "Sure." He held her by the hand and led her off. She felt like a child being pulled along so she requested that he carry her. Soon she was bouncing on his back as he carried her piggy-back style. He was taller than her by about a foot, and had light brown wavy hair. It wasn't too long tho, his fringe was short and neat. They sat with their backs on a sand dune and talked and laughed and he pulled out a bottle of Cuban rum from somewhere under his loincloth. In a few minutes they were kissing, and then frantically pulling each other's cloths off. (His wasn't so hard to take off.) It was as if they only had thirty seconds. In fact that had a whole night. "Oh Phil." He took her breasts in her hands, kneading them. But he couldn't wait long. He lifted her skirt and positioned himself. "Gonna use a condom?" "Oh yeh, fuck." He fumbled about. The Holiday Girls Ch. 01 "You know, don't worry just pull out." "Sure." He was gentle. He positioned himself at her entrance. Then he paused. "Will you suck me?" Frankie sat up and pushed him down. She opened her mouth and engulfed his not so large member. She sucked and sucked and suddenly Phil came all over her tongue. He rolled off, exhausted, and promptly fell asleep. "Well that was fucking shit." Frankie got up, dressed, and walked towards the dancing. Becky was being more energetic. She looked deep into Georgio's eyes. He was Spanish. He plunged straight into her sopping vagina, breaking her tight hymen easily. "Awwwwh fuck." Tears started to leak from her eyes. "Oh you dirty whore you dirty slag." He pumped her so hard she had climaxed thrice when he came, splashing her pussy with his cum. Frankie felt a hand on her back. She turned to find a truly handsome guy. "Looking for some?" He asked her. Frankie stepped up and ran her hands over his biceps. He picked her up and carried her over to a fence. "Kiss me." Frankie looked up, expectant. And so he wrapped his arms around her back and she wrapped her legs around his waist and they kissed, slowly, sensually. She could feel his penis pressing against her virgin hole. Her back was against the fence but now he held her to his fit body. They waked, Frankie still clinging on. Tom didn't think of her as a slut. Not now. He realised she was lonely and needed someone. Tears rolled down her face. She was real cute. He leant down. "Hey. It's okay." He kissed her lips and then, slowly, pulled away and upwards, taking the tears away with his lips. This girl was beautiful. She was slim and yet she wasn't stick thin like all the others. She still had flesh to hold, to kiss, to lie on. Everyone at this party wanted sex. This girl wasn't even dressed with sluttishness. It was cool now, and she was clever to be wearing a wooly jumper. It was thick enough but not so that she seemed plump. Her slender legs were covered by black jeans, the tight kind, and she was in soft shoes, sneakers. He put his hand beneath her jumper, on her back. She wasn't wearing a T-Shirt and her back was warm. She was nuzzling up to the curve between his shoulder and neck, pushing her little nose into his soft skin. He let her unbutton his shirt. He let her undo the belt and together they pulled down his shorts. In a moment he was naked, still kissing her face and neck. He put his hand on her crotch and gently rubbed, growing stronger by the second. Frankie gasped lightly as her zipper ran over her growing clitoris. He was teasing her. He stopped. He removed her jeans. And then Frankie was worried for a moment. He was simply looking at her panties. Then she realised he was just admiring her choice of panty. He leant down and pulled her jumper off. They were on the sand and he placed the top gently beneath her head. She was in the latest fashion. Girls had started wearing not bikini tops to the beach, but actual bras. This girl was in a lovely yellow bra with cups that held her breasts perfectly. He licked up the side of one of the yellow cups and she giggled. "You're cute." "You're beautiful." "You don't even know my name." "Will you tell me?" "What's your's?" "Tom." "Mmm." She moaned without opening her mouth as he removed her bra and subsequently freed her pussy to the breezes. "Do you like it?" "It's so cool." She took a breath. "I'm Frankie." He looked into her sexy eyes and smiled. "Well frankly Frankie I think I love you." He toyed with her wiry pubic hair as the waves splashed down the beach. Frankie opened her legs and wriggled up the beach. Tom held her shoulders with his forearms tight against her back. He sat her up and kissed her. "No. Don't loosen. I don't want you to use a condom." Frankie didn't want him to stop holding her so romantically. "Okay. Are you taking birth control?" "Yes." "Okay then." "Is it okay with you not to use one?" "As long as you're happy." "I am." He put his legs next to her's and shifted forward until the tip of his cock was pressed against her vagina. She was too engaged in the sensual act to feel embarrassed by how wet she was. Tom pushed in a little. Maybe two inches. Frankie let out a gasp and winced. He pushed another three inches. Her mouth opened and she held his back from under his arms. He pressed a little and felt the resistance of her cherry. "Okay?" "Can you kiss my neck?" He kissed it. "Now go," she said. "Do it quick." He pushed in the last two inches and a whimpering moan sounded from the crying Frankie. Tom hated to see her like it but he kept up. He retreated fully and bottomed out in her pussy to the sound of another gasping moan. And again. And again. Their bodies were so close. They picked up their pace. Each thrust was met with a squelch of Frankie's cunty juices and a little erotic moan. Tom felt it first. A little more muscle contraction, a tremble in her beautiful vagina. Her orgasm was beginning. She held tighter, her breasts squeezed to his chest, their tongues intertwined. She began to buck harder, their hips sweaty and their eyes open. And then she came. Her mouth opened and she looked straight into his eyes and his into her's and he sucked her tongue and he began to ejaculate. He came and came and came and she flowed with wetness and tears rolled down her face and they held each other so very tight and then they were tired. Still inside her, softening, he rolled over so they both were on their sides and he put her legs up around his waist and came a little more. She could feel his seed still warm inside her. Her blood was there too from her torn cherry and her juices mingled into the pool of love in her own tingling sex. And they fell asleep, weary, happy, crying because of that love they knew they'd found. * * * Becky was getting pounded for the third time by Georgio and her pussy was beginning to ache. It was like he could just keep going forever and it felt so bloody good. She had just finished her fourteenth orgasm of the night. "Oh Becky. You lika the cum?" "Fuck yes." "I ask more people to help and make you covered in the cum?" "I never knew I wanted that but YES. Yes I do." Georgio found a low table and propped her legs up so no sperm came out of her pussy. She closed her eyes for a minute or so. She opened them again. Her nipples were hard and ready for anything in the night air. She was surrounded by what must have been thirty guys, all jerking off to her body furiously. The first ropes of cum hit her neck. Then it all came forth. Cum poured over cheat, her tummy, her pussy, her face. It was literally so thick she began to feel warm. The guys left and Georgio scraped cum from his hands onto her ass cheeks and ass crack. He stepped over and jerked hard for ten minutes, stopping, curbing his load, building it up. He was on his knees at fifteen. His cock like a hose dangled in her mouth at twenty as he sprayed into her mouth. It was full. She was full of cum. He dressed her as she lay. He put padded shorts and three pairs of knickers on her creamy sex. Then it was a full length dress that someone had left behind. Her face was dripping with cum so he, not wanting to waste it, collected it all in a cup. It amounted to a full cup. Then he poured it into her panties. At that point she came so hard he had to hold her up. Then he sent her packing. She walked around the party, soaked, until she could take no more and jumped in the sea, fully clothed, rinsing her body. She found a shady spot and fell asleep in the sand. The two girls both awoke at around one o'clock in the afternoon. Frankie felt someone rubbing her shoulder. "Frankie. Wake up." "Huh? Why are you wet?" "I lost my virginity." "Me too." Frankie bit her lip and wriggled. Tom's penis was still inside her. "Let's go." "Okay let me dress." "Go on then." "Turn around!" "No I want to see you." "Fine." Frankie kissed Tom on the lips, trying to wake him up. What succeeded in the end was shaking him. "Whaaa...Frankie?" "Tom. I love you. I have to go. What college are you going to?" "Argh it's too early." "Call me. Do u have a pen." -"I have one." "Oh this is Becky." "Hi Becky." Frankie took the pen that Becky had found in an inside pocket of the dress. It was slippery to hold. Frankie guessed Becky had used it for more than a pen today. She wrote her number on Tom's hand. "Bye." "I'll call you." Frankie slowly pulled away, and his cock finally came out of her womanly hole with a noticeable pop. Frankie stood and got dressed. Becky giggled. "What?" "Your pussy." Frankie looked down to see blood dripping from her sodden entrance. When that had ceased, cum dribbled down her creamy legs. She smiled, wiping it up with his shirt. "He won't mind." They walked off towards the town centre. Frankie felt embarrassed that Becky might think their affair was over, so when her friend was in new dry clothes at a café where they were talking, she pressed her foot hard against her pussy. Becky smiled. "Baby I love him but can we still fuck too?" Again Becky smiled. "Yes." "Good. Now tell me. Who did you lose it to?" "Georgio." "Italian?" "Spanish. Amazing stamina. I screamed when I lost it but then I orgasmed so many times and-" "How many?" "Fourteen or something." Frankie's jaw dropped. "Yeh okay I know it's loads, but the best part is this. He got a bunch of guys to stand over me and they came all over my nude body. It was so good, then he filled my mouth with his cum." "God that's slutty. Are you a cum-whore then?" "Hey!" Becky slapped her friend lightly on the arm. Frankie smirked. "I think I'm in love with Tom." "He's pretty hot." "He's gentle." "Will you still love me?" Frankie's reverie fell apart. "What?" "Will you still love me?" "In what way?" "In this way." Becky leant over the table and kissed Frankie full on lips. "We've already agreed to it." "Okay. Now what?" "Now? Now let's go shopping. I saw some shops I want to go into, then we can peel off home." The girls strolled further into town. Frankie stopped at a shop called 'Wide Open'. She walked in, tugging we friend excitedly by the hand. Becky brought her free hand to her mouth in surprise. "Frankie!? It's a sex shop," she whispered, feeling her arousal growing. "Excuse me?" Frankie approached a young woman working at the shop. She was about 26, with short brown hair and a tattoo of a donkey on her ankle. "Hi I'm Claire." She waited expectantly and happily too. "My girlfriend and I are looking for some toys...umm...maybe a double dildo?" "Sure thing, right this way." This assistant made it feel so normal, it was kinda comforting. She continued, "So here are the doubles. There are four sizes, extra small to extra large, and six colours: Blue, pink, green, white, purple and black." "I see." "Have you done this before?" "No not really. Will you guide us a bit?" "Sure I will. Small is about 6 inches, weirdly. Large is 7, XL is 9. Oh and XS is 4. That's both ends, so double each of those for the full length. I'm afraid they're all the same girth." "Okay, can we have a large in green?" "Sure. May I just show you something else? Here come with me." They followed her around to a different aisle. She picked up a box. "This is a double ended vibrator. I use it with friends sometimes. Anyway..." "No wait-" Becky was speaking- "Is it good? Is it sensual?" The woman bit her lip and nodded. "Then we'll take it." "Alright then." Having bought their toys, they walked out into the park. They sat facing one another on a bench with no back, the kind you might find at a school lunch table. A tear rolled down Frankie's cheek. "Am I fat?" Becky's face contorted with love and sympathy, care and passion. "No, Frankie, who said you were? I love the way you are." "No one but I look at you and you're all skinny and petite and I'm just- I'm just-" she burst into weeping, burying her head into Becky's shoulder. "Hush now. There there it's okay. Shh don't cry. I love you." She held Frankie's face in her palms. "Do you hear? I love you." And with that she leant forward and kissed Frankie, and she pushed her tongue past her lips and they wrestled with each other's wet warmth that was their mouths, and they hugged. As they were walking back to the house, Frankie's sad patch washed over her, and a feeling of nervousness took hold of her. The two walked in and immediately stripped. They walked to the bedroom. "On the bed Becky. Now." The green dildo came out and was toyed with for a while. "Let's blow it and kiss in the middle." "Okay." Frankie put it in her mouth. "Now arghh goo take wold op it." "What?" Frankie gurgled again as the dildo filled her throat. "You mean put it in my mouth? Oh okay." Becky stuck it in and they kissed in the middle, slurping on this green phallus. "Now let's try the vibrator," Beckygr urged eagerly. They spread their legs on the bed, toes to toes, opposite each other. The toy went in the middle, their pussies pressed against the head. A little bud was also attached, and it tickled their anus. They switched it on. After twenty minutes it was at full speed, easily slipping past their pussy lips which were coated with wetness. Frankie suddenly leant forward, and began to hump Becky. "My cunny is sopping." Becky murmured that her's was not dissimilar. In fact Becky needed to pee, and this made her orgasm the more intense. Frankie bit her friends lip, hard, and felt her legs begin to tremble. Becky's orgasm had begun. She shivered and humped erratically, knees wobbling, pussy pulsating as she came, screaming through her climax. Now it was Frankie's turn to moan. Her clit throbbed as she rammed the vibrator inside, her bottom getting roughly abused by the anus tickler. Suddenly she came, squirting juice all over the bed, soaking the sheets. "Mmm I love when you do that." Becky sucked up the wetness, swirling it around her mouth first, then letting it run down her throat. By evening they were lying in bed, hand in hand, eating popcorn and watching a movie. "I love this part." It was Titanic. Becky started to cry. Frankie gripped her hand. They kissed a passionate kiss. Becky lay on top of Frankie, her little nipples growing hard against her friend's chest. Becky was in panties and a shirt whereas Frankie was in her new blue skirt and a T-Shirt with no bra, though she was in a thong. Becky positioned her knee above Frankie's skirt, and as she pummelled down to knee-fuck the hairy mound, her muff landed on Frankie's knee. They kissed and moaned and humped and humped. "F-F-Frankie?" "Oh yeh?" Frankie grunted back. "Keep holding the back of my head." "Okay- Ohhh fuck that's-arghh uhh mmm" Becky rolled Frankie over and lifted up her skirt. Her tiny purple G-string had ridden up her ass. Slowly Becky drew it out and pulled the thong down her legs. She sniffed it. "It smells sweaty and messy." When Frankie touched the fabric that marked the front of Becky's panties she felt that they were wet. She pulled them off and held them to her nose, smelling the sweet smell of Becky's cunt. "Let's do this." Frankie opened her mouth and put the wet panties in her mouth. Becky did the same with the thong, tasting not only sweat and pussy secretions, but the harshness of Frankie's asshole too. They kissed and giggled a while. Then they rocked against one another, pussy to pussy, with only the sound of the sea and an occasional moan to break the silence. When Becky came she went floppy on top of Frankie, whose cumming was triggered by that cute flop. Her toes curled and her belly tingled and a clit throbbed against Becky and at last she came, her body shuddering and her tits jiggling, wetness seeping out of her messy jungle of black pubes. "Let's sleep." "Okay but like this," replied Frankie. She turned around into the sixty-nine position, so her face was in Becky's bald vagina, and her juicy one was at Becky's oral opening. "Ooh Francesca you naughty, sexy, beautiful-" Her words got muffled as she buried her face in the muff in front of her. "Becky? When does college start?" "Four days." "I can't wait. Tom's going to the same one." "We have to get together -all of us- for a meal or something." "Or more." "Or more," she agreed. "Love you Becky." "Love you Frankie." They fell asleep, wet, curled up together, and looking adorable, Frankie with her hands on the available butt cheeks, Becky with her's on Frankie's smooth thighs. Look out for the next chapter!