3 comments/ 36249 views/ 1 favorites Lake Fun By: thabeast96 As I woke up, I already knew it was going to be a beautiful day. I stepped outside to see that the sun was high, there were no clouds, and it promised to perfect! This was definitely a good thing, as I was going with some of my best friends to a lake about an hour and a half from my house, called Lake Santee. It was a man-made lake created right after World War I to provide dirt for the creation of more roads and the like. It is a beautiful place, with the most basic homes, more trailers than anything, going for over three hundred thousand dollars. We were going for the weekend, and we knew that we'd have a lot of fun. We had done this for the last several years in the summer like now. However, this time would go a lot different than the previous years. "Hey Travis, what's up!" I yelled across the parking lot of the McDonald's where our group was meeting. "'Sup dude! You ready for this?" Travis replied. "Hell yeah, man! We're gonna kill those jet skis, son!" Before I go any further, let me tell you a little about the people in the group that I was with. First, there was me. My name is Paul. I'm 6'1", 160 lb., with gray eyes and blonde hair with long bangs that I either spike or let fall softly into my eyes. I work on the farm with Travis, so I have a very nice tan and I'm toned, not bulky. I also play pretty much any sport, so that helps as well. I have a good personality, preferring to be around people and having fun than by myself. Travis is built much like me, maybe being an inch and 10 pounds less. He's darker than me naturally, with brown hair and eyes. Travis has a little more tone than me, especially with his abs; he has the six-pack I'm too lazy to earn. The next guy in our group is Benjamin, who we just call Ben. He is a rather pudgy, short, dark-haired guy. Ben is more the nerd in our group, preferring to spend his time playing video games and reading fan fiction of his favorite TV shows. The last guy in our group is Carlton, Travis' little brother. He doesn't have his brother's looks, but his personality is very out-going and fun, which makes him lots of fun to be around. After the required driving, we reached the house we were borrowing from another friend for the night and next day. The house is set on the lake, maybe 100 feet from the docks. It has two bedrooms, with numerous other couches and pull-out beds to sleep on. I set up in the den on one of the couches, Travis in a bedroom, Ben in the other bedroom, and Carlton in the den with me. We went out that night, ate, and just fooled around like guys like to do. Pretty much just going around and playing pool in the shops, and doing stuff in the house. We turned in pretty early, hoping to have most of the next day to do stuff on the water. We got up the next morning around 9:00. We ate breakfast at the shop right near our house and then went and got ready to get on the water. For that day, we had two jet skis and a pontoon boat that my friend was going to come and drive. We also had water skis, and two tubes; one held four people and would be pulled behind the jet ski, and the other tube, or float, held one person and was pulled behind the boat. The tubes are tons of fun! It's extremely tough to stay on one when you're being pulled at 50 mph behind the jet ski, and falling off is definitely part of the fun! We did that for the whole morning, taking a break at 12 for lunch, eating in the same shop again. After a 30 minute break after eating, we hit the water again at 1:30. This time, Travis and me got onto the jet skis, started them up, and went into the open water. To me, jet skis are the best thing to do on the water. We opened them up and they ran up near 55 mph, which doesn't sound like much but is extremely fast on the water. As any college-aged guy would be doing, we were definitely watching for boats with some cute girls on them. We found a few, and would pull some stunts while driving around the boat. One thing in particular I tried to do was pull a 90-degree turn while going 40. This really isn't physically possible, as I found out 2 seconds later flying through the air not knowing what was going on. Travis and I laughed hard at that incident! The girls weren't very impressed, though, as I heard them laughing and driving away. Oh well, I thought, always more of them! After maybe another hour of driving the jet skis, we took them out into an open section that we hadn't seen before. As we came around a bend, we saw a massive boat in a secluded place on the beach. This boat was more a yacht, being at least 70 feet long! Travis and me both were too curious to let this opportunity pass, so we coasted up closer to the boat. When we were about 40 feet or so out, suddenly two people showed up on the top deck. They pointed at us and then yelled something that neither of us could understand. I panicked, and apparently Travis did as well. We both turned toward the middle between us, and in the next second, I saw Travis' jet ski out of the corner of my eye. We collided, and what was worse, Travis and my heads collided in mid-air. Ooh...my head hurts. Wait a minute...where am I? I thought to myself as I sat up. I was on a very plush and comfortable bed in a dimly lit room. I stood up, then promptly sat back down again, almost passing out from lightheadedness. "You'd better slow down there, cowboy! You'll hurt yourself even worse," said an unknown female voice. "Woah! What the hell?" I said. I turned around and found the owner of the voice. Standing at the closed door to the room, there was an amazingly hot girl. She was probably 5'7", 130 lbs., but I've never been a good weight judge. All I knew was that she was pretty tall for a girl, but had absolutely no fat on her anywhere! Contrarily, her body was something out a magazine, and not one necessarily safe for work either. Her legs were smooth, tan and long, leading up to the most perfectly curved hips that I had ever seen! Her hips were definitely her best feature. When she walked, they swayed seemingly completely naturally and were extremely sensual. Her stomach was perfectly flat, providing excellent curves as well, connecting her breasts and hips. Her breasts, as well, were very nice. Not big, probably mid-C, but they were round and supportive, especially in the bikini top that she was wearing. Her neck was graceful and thin, leading up to a face of an angel. I know that phrase is over-used, but it really did fit here; she had a soft jaw, a petite nose that accented her full lips perfectly, and dark brown almond-shaped eyes with eyebrows that arched to make her always look like she was questioning something. Her hair fell to her waist, long and dark, with a very sensual dark red highlight running through it. All in all, this girl was a perfect 10. "Uhh," I could only manage as she walked toward me with those perfect hips swaying. "Hmm...could be a concussion. You seem to have lost your ability to speak," she said with a slight smile. "My name is Kaitlyn. Maybe you could manage to remember yours?" Again, with that slight smile. Why was it everything this girl did completely took away all my thoughts? Finally I managed to get it under control. "Uhh, my name's Paul. It's, uh, definitely a pleasure to meet you." "Well," she replied, "the pleasure is all mine! At least you aren't dead like I thought you would be. Do you remember what happened?" "The last thing that I remember was seeing Travis' jet ski come at...damn! Is Travis all right? Where is he! I need to see him!" "Calm down!" said Kaitlyn. "Travis is fine. I checked on him before I came in here. Taylor is taking good care of him. By the way, Taylor is the other girl on the boat with me. We're just chilling down here for the weekend. Anyway, you two wrecked. We got your jet skis parked; they're fine. You two hit heads and were lying face down in the water, so we had to get you out quick. You've been out for about 30 minutes." I thought about this for a second before I answered. "Well, thank you very, very much for saving us! And the jet skis, too. But we probably need to get back to our house, as our friends will be wondering where we are." "Wait!" said Kaitlyn. "I mean, please. We've been here all weekend with nothing to do. Won't you stay and talk to us over a few drinks?" "I don't know...do you have a phone I can borrow?" "Sure," Kaitlyn replied, producing her cell phone from the bedside table next to us. I dialed Ben, who had the other car to drive people back, and told him to go ahead and leave whenever he and Carlton were ready. Ben said that was fine and they'd probably be heading out in an hour or so. Travis had the other car to take me and him back, so we were all set up now in that respect. "Okay, well that's settled. I don't know what Travis will want to do though," I told Kaitlyn. "Well, let's go see. He's right across the hall," she replied. We went down the hall, apparently in the bottom deck, as I could hear the water lapping next to me, and entered another room. This room was much bigger, and had all sorts of entertainment in it. In the back of the room, there was an at least 60" television with an Xbox 360 and Playstation 3 hooked up to it, along with a DirectV satellite box. On one side, there was a bar with lots and lots of alcohol, sodas, juices, and many other drinks. There was a kitchen area with a refrigerator, along with some arcade game machines on the other side of the room. In the middle of the room, there was a circle of leather couches and seats, with a circular glass coffee table in the center. On the ceiling was strobe lights and a disco ball, giving a rather retro feel to the room. Finally, there were dozens of speakers and subwoofers strategically placed around the room. "Holy shit!" I exclaimed. "Yeah, dude, that's the same thing I said when I came in here. Just take it all in slowly," Travis said with a smile. "Hey! You're all right!" I was very relieved to see my best friend fine. "Same, man! Good to know, good to know." Travis and the other girl, Taylor were seated on one of the couches in the middle of the room. Taylor was a knockout blonde, more beautiful than hot. She was shorter than Kaitlyn, probably around 5'3", 115 lbs. Her blonde hair was curly and short, around her chin in length. She looked like she had come out of a magazine for JC Penny or Belk's, stores down in the south. She had larger breasts than Kaitlyn, D cup easily, and had a white t-shirt on, tight enough to leave not very much to the imagination. "Come sit down, Paul. I'll get us some drinks. What does everyone want?" asked Kaitlyn. Taylor asked for a Scotch and Travis wanted a water. I asked Kaitlyn to get me whatever she was having. Kaitlyn came back with two large Martinis with a lime in each. I took a sip of my first alcoholic drink ever, and it was delicious! I'd had sparkling grape juice and things like that before, but this had so much taste to it! I sipped a little more, but not too much, as I wanted to keep my head at least somewhat. We sat and talked for about an hour, going over what we did for livings, how they came into this yacht (rich fathers, of course), and the like. After roughly an hour, Taylor came up with an idea for a game. "Hey, are either of you boys very good at Blackjack?" she said. "Pretty good, yeah," I replied. Travis said the same. "Well, how about you two take us on?" Taylor asked. "Rules are easy. Play a whole deck, then whoever has the fewest amount of cards loses." "Wait," I said, "what are we using to bet with? I don't see any chips or money or anything." "Well," said Kaitlyn with a seductive smile, "what we're going to use to bet you can definitely see in this room." At that moment, Travis nudged me and coughed. That's when I understood. "Oh, shit. We're playing strip blackjack aren't we," I said. "Oh, yes," replied Taylor. "And whoever loses the final article of clothing has to have something done to them of the other team's choosing. Dammit, I thought, I would be wearing a shirt, pants, underwear, and nothing else. Travis was the same way. We looked at each other and knew what the other person was thinking: we're so going to lose! "All right, I'm going to deal!" said Kaitlyn, grabbing the deck of cards and dealing. The first round went pretty well to start with. I got three blackjacks, all on ace-king/queen/jack combinations. Travis contributed as well with six 20's, which is very difficult to get. However, in the end, we gave up too many cards in the hands we lost and lost the round. "Yes! Girls get first blood!" Taylor was very excited that they hadn't lost the round. I looked at Travis, we shrugged, and took our shirts off. "Ooh, nice! I like what I see!" I turned red from embarrassment as Kaitlyn looked my body up and down. "I like what I see as well, Taylor! It looks like this might be a pretty good game," said Kaitlyn. Thankfully, the second round went much better. Fifty-two cards in a deck, Travis and I took 40, taking that round by force. "Ha!" said Travis. "Now it's your turn!" Kaitlyn and Taylor stood up and began to take off their bikini tops. "Wait one second," said Kaitlyn, "how about we up the stakes a little bit? First person to cum has to do something to a person on the other team. Same goes for the second person to cum. Winners of the round can do something to the losers for 30 seconds." This was interesting, but I knew we would cum long before the girls did. However, Travis agreed right off the bat. I gave him a stare that said I was majorly pissed, but he gave a blank stare right back. It didn't count for this last round, unfortunately. The third round went back and forth, coming down to the last hand. The top cards for everyone were 10's and face cards. We were out of cards in the deck, so it was whatever everyone had. Taylor and Kaitlyn turned their cards over first, revealing an 18 and 19, respectively, adding up to 37. Very difficult to beat. Luck would be with Travis and me, though, as he turned over a blackjack and me a 20, giving us 41. "Dammit!" exclaimed Kaitlyn. She and Taylor got up and took their panties off. Travis and I definitely intended to make them cum in 30 seconds. "Lay back on the couches please, ladies," I said. They did so, and Travis and I went over to them. We knelt down on the ends of the couch and proceeded to eat the girls out. After 20 seconds, they were both moaning softly. "Ooh baby, baby, please don't stop after 30 seconds," Kaitlyn breathed softly. Taylor was too busy moaning and rubbing Travis' head to say anything. We continued doing this for probably 6 or 7 minutes, forgetting about the game any longer. Pretty soon, Taylor and Kaitlyn were crying out, both cumming at the same time as each other. "Baby," Kaitlyn said, quite the talker, "take me! Please take me now!" I picked Kaitlyn up and sat down on the couch, positioning her above me. She sank down onto my cock, sighing with pleasure. I looked over at Travis, who had Taylor bent over the couch, screaming as she was cumming again. "Kaitlyn...," I said. "What, baby?" she replied. "Go slow...I'm a virgin." Kaitlyn giggled. "Well damn, you eat pussy like a pro! Listen, baby, relax. I'm going to take care of you now." She slowly began to rock up and down. Her boobs were dangling right in my face, so I did what came naturally and began to suck on her tits slowly. "Oh my god, baby, that's perfect! Just like a natural!" Kaitlyn was getting back into it, recovering from her pleasure height earlier. She began moving a little faster, leaning in to kiss me. She felt amazing, and when her hair fell over our faces, creating a sort of curtain, I felt the pressure building in my balls. "Baby...oh my god," I managed to groan. She got the picture, though. "Baby, just cum! Cum in me!" Kaitlyn screamed to me as she came with me deep in her. I came the hardest I ever had, giving at least four hard spurts and a number of smaller aftershocks. I just stayed like that, me in her embrace, us kissing, for several minutes after we finished. I pulled out and looked at Travis, who was looking at me as well. We got up and saw that the girls were asleep on the couches. Travis and I wrote notes and placed them on the table. Mine said, Dear Kaitlyn: I wanted to thank you again for saving my life. Thank you also for a wonderful time! I know people don't forget their first times, but you were so special! You weren't just a girl I had casual sex with; I felt a connection. However, I do know that this was a onetime thing, so I won't be stalking you and looking up your e-mail and blowing up your phone. :D Just know that...I feel there was more than just sex there. But anyways, I'm just rambling. Hope you have a safe trip home, wherever that is, and a good life. Sincerely, Paul ;) Travis and I left and went home, not talking much. We both knew what happened, but our experiences were completely separate and we wanted to keep it that way. This experience did bring us a lot closer, and we would never forget this day. Lake Fun It was probably around 2 AM, and when my eyes opened to darkness I knew it was too hot and sticky to sleep. I sat up quietly, careful not to disturb either of my best friends beside me on the mattress, and eased myself off of the bed. I was wearing next to nothing, just Sara's lacy red bra and a black thong that was actually mine. On this trip, we'd all been sharing clothes so much that I could hardly remember what belonged to who, but the thong was my favorite, a present from my boyfriend who hadn't been invited on this girls-only trip out to the country. It had to be over 100 degrees, I thought as I snuck down the stairs, hugging the wall. Sara's mom was asleep on the first floor, and I didn't want to wake her. She was the one who had driven the three of us -me, Sara, and Laura -up to the country house, and she was extremely nice, but I didn't want to run into her in what I was wearing. To be fair, her daughter was dressed almost the same way upstairs, asleep, but she didn't know how close the three of us were, how comfortable around each other we felt; I didn't want her to get the wrong idea. As I stepped out of the house into the wet grass, I looked up at the sky that stretched on forever, and at the fields that spread uninterrupted for miles...the most beautiful thing about the country was that it was so incredibly private. The air was heavy and suffocating though, and I thought I'd take a dip in the lake to cool off. I waded in to the water up to my knees, then reached behind my back to unhook Sara's bra -I didn't want to ruin it, it was so pretty -when I heard a soft splash, and turned around as the bra straps slipped from my shoulders. Sara stood a few feet behind me, glistening in the moonlight and staring straight at my naked chest. For half a minute we just stood there, and I admired her fragile bare shoulders and the curve of her breasts under the thin tank top she wore twisted into a knot at her belly button. I recognized the pretty pink underwear she wore as my own. Her eyes moved over my body, from my face to the bra dangling from my left hand to my breasts and then to my totally naked ass and legs. Suddenly I realized this was an awkward situation; it hadn't felt like one, but as I became aware of exactly how little we were wearing, and the time of night, and our proximity -in the last half minute we had somehow ended up only a foot apart, within easy reach of one another. I stepped back and hugged the bra to my chest, covering my suddenly tender breasts, and noticing with surprise that my nipples were hard. I saw Sara realize the situation as soon as I did, and she also stepped back, averting her eyes. "Sorry, I didn't know you were going to take off your...my..." her voice trailed off, and I rushed in to reassure her. "It's totally fine, there was no way you could've known. I just thought I'd take a dip in the lake because it's so hot out and everything. Did I wake you coming downstairs?" "No, but I felt that you were gone and woke up -" she cut herself off and even in the dark I could tell that she was blushing. Determined not to make things any more awkward than they already had become, I ignored her embarrassment and stepped further into the lake. The sand felt incredibly soft between my toes. "Let's swim, shall we?" I announced. With my back to her, I removed the bra again and hooked it over a tree that extended out over the lake, then plunged into the water up to my shoulders. "Oh my god, it's so nice, come on in," I said, watching her. She undid the knot in her tanktop and pulled it over her head, and she didn't turn her back to me. As she stretched her arms over her head her beautiful D-cup breasts rose and then fell as she pulled her arms down again. She lay the shirt on the dry sand and waded slowly towards me, letting her breasts sway as she walked. "It does feel good," she said to me, blushing bright red but continuing towards me determinedly. I stood where I was, uncertain of what she wanted. Was she flirting with me? She was always so quiet, and although we were best friends we'd never talked about anything more than friendship... When she reached me, she drew in a breath, and reached out one hand to touch a strand of hair that had fallen in front of my face. She tucked it behind my ear, then drew back her hand and avoided my eyes once again. Staring out across the lake, she said in her soft, soft voice "Jen....I want you." I stared at her, too surprised to speak. It was just so direct, so unexpected. She stood quietly, shoulder-high in the cooling water, and waited for me to say something. I had no idea what to say. Then, as my searching gaze took in the gleam of her coppery hair, the perfect shape of her nose, the fragility of her clavicle, and finally, the uncertainty in her eyes as she met mine at long last, I knew. Slowly, I closed the distance between us, and even more slowly I leaned in towards her. Our lips met, and the sensation was surprising, unusual, pleasant -then so much more than pleasant that without being aware of it I had pulled her to me, every inch of our bodies pressed close, and our lips were locked, mouths open, my tongue greedily exploring every square inch of her mouth, my teeth biting her lower lip gently, then not gently at all, and I heard her moan but didn't care. Her hands traveled down my bare back and rested on the waistband of my thong for a few seconds. I let her slide the thong from my waist, then thought briefly of my boyfriend as I hung it from the same tree where her bra was, only moving away from her for the briefest of moments to make sure the thong wouldn't fall into the lake. Her skin was the softest in the world. Her hair was the most incredible shade of gold. Her taste was perfection. As her timid lips brushed my nipple in the most hesitant of kisses, I ran my fingers through her hair and a groan of pleasure escaped my lips. Her tongue traced wet circles around my areola, tickling and pleasuring me in the most exquisite way. I lifted her chin forcefully and found her lips with mine once again, kissing her until her head tilted back with the force of my kiss, and removing her underwear -my underwear -not even bothering to hand them on the tree, but tossing them haphazardly towards the shore. My fingers slipped between her legs, and as my thumb brushed her clit I felt her shiver, despite the heat. "Is this okay?" I asked her, not really waiting for her answer, a muffled affirmation, before plunging two fingers inside her, feeling the warm wetness and the pulsing of her desire. I began to thrust gently, in and out, and her breathing, already heavy, grew more labored. I drew my face away from hers for a moment, to see her closed eyes and opened lips as she gasped with pleasure. I slipped a third finger into her pussy and thrust harder, feeling the softness of her breasts against mine and half breathless myself. I kissed her neck, then sucked on the skin, wanting every part of her. I found her clit with my other hand and teased it, then began stroking in circles. Her entire body went tense, and she let out a high pitched cry, despite her best efforts to stay completely quiet. I removed my fingers and let them rest gently on her swollen clit, massaging the area around her vagina gently until her breathing returned to normal. I held her in my arms and kissed her gently. As I drew away, I suddenly felt awkward again. She was my best friend. We'd just shared an incredibly intimate moment, and I didn't know how exactly to go about dealing with that. I looked at her. "Sara...?" She ran her hands over my back and I felt the possessive nature of her touch. I was hers now. She had claimed me, and I had claimed her. "Don't talk now," she said to me, then took my hand and led me back to shore. "We need to get some sleep, or Laura will wonder why we're so tired," she said, putting on her wet underwear and tying her tank top back in place. I reached for my bra and thong, hanging from the tree branch over the water. She stepped towards me and slowly slipped the bra straps over my arms, then moved behind, fastening the clasp as her lips touched my neck, and her breasts pressed against my back. I couldn't resist pulling her to the ground with me, and we lay on the sand, with her on top of me. She kissed me, and kissed my breasts, so many times I lost count, and closed me eyes and sighed with pleasure. Her hand hesitated at my belly button, then ventured lower. She knew I shaved down there, but I could feel her interest in the smooth triangle of skin. She used two fingers of her right hand to rub my clit with definitive strokes -not too gently, as I had expected from her, and not too forcefully -and within seconds I felt more aroused than I ever had in my life. I wanted her fingers inside me, and sensing my desire she slipped two fingers in, copying everything I had done to her in the lake. Then, suddenly, I felt her move off of me, and I opened my eyes to see her crouched between my legs. Her tongue ran over the skin of my inner thighs, then licked and kissed and sucked on my clit, and I was amazed at how good she was at this -who would have thought -compared to her my boyfriend was awful, really, and then I couldn't think anymore because her tongue was inside my pussy, licking up the juice that dripped readily from me, and her left hand massaged my clit as her right hand stroked my leg. I watched her, amazed at the intensity of my pleasure and hers, and then felt my body tense, my eyes squeeze shut, a powerful warm feeling spread from where her tongue touched me to the tips of my fingers and toes. I knew I should be quiet but couldn't help moaning, and then a gasp tore from me as the wave of pleasure grew stronger. Her lips were on mine once again, and as the feeling finally subsided I felt her tongue run over my upper lip, tasting of my juice. We lay entangled in one anothers arms for hours, drifting in and out of sleep, blissful despite the heat, until the break of dawn, when the light in the sky warned us that Laura would be awake soon -and so, too, would Sara's mom. We got to our feet and I stepped into the thong I'd been unable to put on the night before. We shared a last long kiss before rounding the corner and walking up the road to the house, then climbed the stairs as silently as possible and settled back onto the mattress without disturbing Laura. Exhausted, we fell asleep with only our hands touching -and just barely- so as not to create suspicion, and although I wanted more of her, for now, it was enough.