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First Day of Summer

By: fameahsky



Thanks to Erosite for the edit.

I plan on making this a series.

I love ~constructive~ criticism.

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The first day of summer was finally here. Although I'm not who you might think as modelesque, I was proud of the weight that I had lost since the beginning of the year, thirty-two pounds, to be exact. I had gotten down to a size 6-8 dress. When I realized this from the scales and my clothes, which were fitting looser now, I resolved to rush down to Dillard's and buy the two-piece swimsuit I had seen online. I never buy clothes online. I'm LaTawnya, b-t-dub.

Some friends of mine planned on having a day at the beach as soon as it got warm enough and school let out. We were officially seniors, and I was officially nineteen. If you were paying attention to the weather during the winter of 2011 in the states, you remember the snow that assaulted us. My friends are not snow people.

So, anyway, I had the swimsuit I had stalked all season. I put it on under my casual clothes. I know, you never know who you might meet, but I did dress very properly every day of the week. Today was about hanging out. From middle school to today my weight had fluctuated constantly. But even with my recent weight loss, it seemed that my breasts were fuller. I got a professional fitting and found that I was a small D cup. Over the last few years, I had worn a large B or small C, depending on the brand. With this discovery, I decided to wear my top open to the upper edge of my swimsuit top.

I texted Jason that I'd be outside of my parents place. Jason was my ex-boyfriend. We broke up a year or so ago. There were signs that Jason would be the last ex-boyfriend I would have. It was clear that these signs were what ended our relationship. He always told me dating a girl who was bi would be terrific, but he found out that a girl who wasn't into you is a girl who isn't into you. It doesn't matter who she is into. It was weird to have heard him say that I helped mature him. That's why we could be friends today.

Jason drove his pick-up truck with Shawnda in the passenger seat. I could never tell if she knew that Jason and I had dated. Every once in a while I thought I saw her looking at me as though she found me threatening. I was completely convinced that if she had known we had dated, she had no idea why we were not together anymore.

Jason's brother, Sam, and best friend, Nate, rode with me back in the bed of the pick-up. Sam knew I was into girls. That didn't stop him from staring at my cleavage when he thought I wasn't looking. I appreciated attention from any gender. Nevertheless, I enjoyed nonchalantly assaulting Sam for ogling. I could only assume Nate never tried to date me because I was a tomboy -- as an example, or besides, my having recently punched a guy who was a foot taller than me.

After a 40-minute ride we got there, specifically, Lisa's parents' beach house. The three of us recuperated from the ride in the unlined truck bed as fast as possible without ruining the joy of being here. Lisa's father, Troy, had just started the grill. We had a little while before we would have dinner. Her parents had told us not to eat before arriving.

My refined side of "refined tomboy" was reserved for work and school. I was on vacation from both. I spotted Troy's football and suggested a game of touch. I found out how literal that was after a few downs had brought me into the end zone. "Good game!" Sam said, as he patted me on the butt. "Okay," I thought. At the first opportunity I tackled him. This was not the best idea. I would have considered it one of my biggest mistakes in a while if it hadn't made the day turn out so well. Everyone huddled around me when I had trouble getting up. That was the end of the game. I finally managed to stand up on my own. I felt a little better as Lisa hooked my arm over her shoulder and helped me inside.

I found Lisa breathtaking. She's Nate's cousin and was a freshman in college at the time. I knew I was more attracted to women than men. But I had never actually dated a woman or girl, let alone had a sexual experience with one. If I was going to start, I would definitely want Lisa to be my first. She was the type that would be there regardless of who I was with, if only as a fantasy.

This fantasy lady led me through the beach home and up the stairs. Even through my aches and pains, I couldn't help but admire the beauty of my surroundings. A vacation home shouldn't be this classy, I thought to myself. I was guided to a massage table. Lisa had me take off my clothes and lie face down. The discomfort from football was joined with the discomfort, and excitement, of being naked with and touched expertly by a woman I found so amazing. All of my discomfort was slowly erased. I all but forgot the excitement as she massaged me to sleep. I couldn't be sure if it was my imagination. I thought I felt her lingering around the bulging sides of my breasts, my ass and thighs. I racked it up to just a lovely dream.

She woke me shortly later, telling me to turn over. Lisa walked over to the window facing our friends and her family with her massage oil in hand. I was in love with this woman's touch independent of attraction. She could have done anything with me, and I was pretty sure she could tell that. She worked her magic on one arm at a time followed by each section of my legs.

"Come here, to the edge," she ordered.

I obeyed immediately. Now that I was awake, it became clear that her motions were intentional. She moved from my thighs to my torso, taking an eternity to move past my ass. My back massage was a back massage. Now on my back, her rubdown seemed more like foreplay. I became more aroused as she cascaded her fingers over my upper body. There was no way I could rationalize her kneading my breasts and rolling my nipples with her thumbs.

I wanted Lisa -- I wanted her to fuck me, to kiss me, to make me cum before I exploded. She applied a little more oil to her hands and rubbed them into my upper chest and neck. I thought she would kiss me then, for sure. Then she turned and took one more look down at the crowd of family and friends, who had apparently forgotten about us, and grabbed a stool to place before me on the table. Her face was now right in front of my pussy. She snaked her hands around my thighs as she moved them and her face closer to my pussy. Her nose was about two inches from my glistening lips. The heat from her breath was all I could stand. I had an orgasm that was so earthshaking that it woke me up.

Disoriented, I looked around my dark room. My clock read 8:45 pm. My face filled with tears from the onslaught of every possible emotion. My cell phone rang out, "Call from Jason," my boyfriend.

"Hey! Are we still going to the beach tomorrow?" he asked. 

First Day of Summer Ch. 02



Chapter 2 of a series.

I'm not sure how fluid this story will be w/o having read the first...

...check out ch 1, now.

Have a great day,

Fameahsky

*

I cried myself to sleep that night.

I awoke at noon, the next day. That gave me two and a half hours before Jason was supposed to get here -- we wanted to enjoy the warmth of the beach without heat stroke. Plenty of time to shake of the feelings of last night and get all my housework done. I, normally, didn't look forward to housework but my chores proved to be a delightful distraction from the tricks my mind had played on me yesterday. Laundry, vacuuming, & cleaning ceiling fans and window blinds. I was almost half through when Jason showed up an hour and a half early. Dream or no dream, seeing Jason always put a smile on my face. He was my best friend long before we started dating. My parents loved him, too.

As my father let him in, my father told him, "You know the drill. If we're working, you're working." Dad always tried to have a stern voice with my friends.

"No problem, Sir. Nate and Sam know that, too. That's why they waited in the truck." Jason replied. Dad made my friends use 'Sir' and 'Ma'am'. When they talked about my mother to me, they said 'Mom'. When they were talking about my father they ALL said 'Eddie Bear'. His personality is that warm.

Time flew by doing the last bit of work (especially with help and THIS helper). Jason and I left with our required Eddie-Bear-hugs and a wave to mom. All my friends love Eddie-Bear-hugs. We threw my bags in the truck bed for the beach and the graduation party tonight. I greeted Sam and Nate and we headed to the beach.

As happy as I was to be done with school and with my boyfriend and friends headed to the coast, I was disheartened. These were the same people -- no Shawnda, but still -- and the same setting as my nightmare. Jason knew me well enough to see that, even out of the corner of his eye.

"Tawnie... What's the matter?

I explained that this wasn't the time or place to talk about it. "Besides, it's such a great day and we've been planning this beach day forever."

"OK. You're right about it being a great day. I'm glad we are doing this today. I read that it's supposed to rain tomorrow."

We got to the beach and tried to find a spot that wasn't too crowded. While we spread out our blankets, I heard Nate cry out, "NOOOO!!!" The rest of us followed his prospective to a couple of guys that had graduated a year before Nate. 'Someone saw Beaches one time too many,' I thought to myself. I chose to keep that to myself because we all knew that one of the men going at it under the boardwalk was Nate's hero. Carl's coaching was the inspiration Nate needed to take the basketball team to regionals. We all attempted to comfort him with, "It'll be OK's." The boys didn't feel it best to hug their friend, under the circumstance.

Always the Boy Scout, Sam asked, "Who needs sunblock?" I took the bottle, knowing I was never completely prepared for anything. I could, also, not have prepared myself for the two things rubbing sunblock on my skin would do.

First, none of the boys had seen my new and improved body. I began to unzip my outer layer and felt like I was in one of those teen movies and I was the ugly duckling, nerd girl who had just become hot. Sam and Nate started catcalling until Jason threatened to leave them there. Apparently, I wasn't hot enough for them two to thumb-it back home.

"You're not helping," Jason explained.

Second, rubbing the sunblock in was a lot more sexual than it should have been. My audience was a turn on. I heard one of the guys from the boardwalk finish as I bent over to do my feet and ankles. 'That was just a coincidence,' I thought to myself. But I knew my friends were enjoying the show. I could tell the boys were trying not to look like they were gawking.

I was also turned on by how much, what I was doing reminded me of what Lisa had done. I hated what the dream may have meant, but that did not matter at the moment. As I reminisced of Lisa, my eyes closed and I let out a long sigh. That was Jason's cue for us to talk. He led me into the water.

"What is WRONG with you?"

Not the strongest swimmer, I held onto his to brace myself against the breakers. His waist was also to brace us for what I was about to say. I stumbled and sputtered over the right way to explain what transpired before his call last night.

I could tell he wasn't a hundred percent comfortable with what I had said and unsure of what to do or say, as a boyfriend. I was glad to get an, "Everything's gonna be good. It was just a dream," from him, but it didn't set either of us at ease. Not totally. It *did* make things a little better when he gave me one of those hugs he learned from my dad.

We lingered deeper into the water and enjoyed being together as Sam and Nate played Frisbee on the shore. We always appreciated dancing with each other in the waves.

When it got too dark and cold to appreciate, we left the beach for Sam and Nate's apartment. Nate went in his room to shower and take a nap. After Sam showered, he told Jason to toss him the keys so he could pick up the drinks and food for the party.

As he was leaving, Sam told Jason and me, "Don't do anything in my bed. Don't do anything you can't clean up. I'm out of bleach."

Laughable because everyone knew we were 'good kids,' as our parents said. We hadn't done anything sexual, outside of making out. I decided to change that when I heard Jason turn the water off. I unlocked the door and walked in on him.

"What are you doing?" Jason asked with his towel in hand.

"Just my way of thanking you for today," I told him. I took the towel from him and began drying him off. The romance of the gesture was received. I saw that in his eyes. He was an emotional person, but Jason was a MAN -- with his girlfriend fondling his naked body. Jason's dick reacted to this. It hardened and slowly started to rise as I finished drying him. I had never been this close to Jason's naked dick (or anyone's). When I took it in my hands, it was less of a sexual move and more an academic inspection. His moan reminded me that my research wasn't just research to him.

He stopped me, "You don't have to do this," with my face in his hands.

The look on his face -- in his gaze was why I DID have to. "I *want* to," I assured him. I wasn't planning on doing what happened next. I just felt like, what he did & said and why -- the type of person he was, this was the least I could do.

I moved my face toward his dick and realized my inexperience. None of my friends who had done anything talked about it or were graphic; if they did talk about it. I didn't watch anything that was more hardcore that a Hollywood movie. I imagined my best option was to treat this like when we made out. I placed light kisses on the tip until I got the guts to start licking the sides. I built enough nerve to open my mouth to begin sucking. Whatever I was doing, Jason seemed to enjoy. The noises he was making let me know I was turning him on and should continue circling his tip with my tongue.

Giving the love of my life was turning me on, too -- maybe too much. I started licking and sucking with more ferocity, until I tried to reach my lips to the base of his hard dick. Bad idea. I don't know if Jason liked it, but I did not feel sexy gagging. After I recovered, I decided to use my hands to stroke his shaft and regulate my depth. Jason removed one of my hands, sucked on my fingers until they were really moist, and put them on his sack. He could only handle me stimulating both for another minute or two more. He pushed my hands away from him as urgently and gently as possible as he turned to spray toward the drain.

"I guess I owe Sam a bottle of bleach," Jason joked as he tried to rinse away the cum.



First Day of Summer Ch. 1



July 12th, a day that I won't soon forget. The day was warm, the breeze gentle, and the sky cloudless; but it was what was going on indoors that I had myself immersed in. My girlfriend had just finished summer-school that day and called me to come over to her best friend's place where she was at. Having nothing better to do I put down Nancy Friday's latest masterpiece and with impure thoughts running through my mind, I got in the car and drove off to the greatest experience in my life.

Me and my girlfriend had been together for only about two months at this time. She wasn't too bright, hence the summer-school, but she was good-looking and, more importantly, she was genuinely crazy about me. I, on the other hand, was eighteen, going into university. I considered myself relatively bright although I have been told otherwise (that one's for you Dad, you cunt). At the time I honestly believed that I loved Amanda, it wasn't until after we broke up a year later that I realized that what I really had loved about her was her worshipping me. Unfortunately, this puppy love had a tendency to wander when her beloved boyfriend was busy studying for his university exams.

Amanda's friend, Julie, was also good looking and had attracted my attention the many times I met her. Amanda's body was tanned and kind of slender with really long legs and beautiful feet. Her face was flawless and looked like Katie Holmes. She also had pretty hazel eyes. Julie, on the other hand, had a more voluptuous figure which I was, and still am, crazy about. Her ass and tits were both the kind that were noticeable under any type of clothing and since this was the middle of summer I suspected that much of her layers should have been peeled off. Julie's last name was Moriarity so she was of Irish ancestry and it showed in her looks. Her skin was as pale as ivory but her hair color was jet black. This contrast in colors made her look only more beautiful, especially since her brilliant grey eyes only accentuated the look.

I was feeling incredibly randy that day and I desperately wanted to get some action. Amanda was an avowed virgin, the "saving it for marriage" type. She took if for granted that we were going to be married someday so sex could wait. I, however, was hurting badly for some action, the internet can only do so much. My plan for the afternoon was to seduce the girls into having a little party among us. With Julie's family gone on a fishing trip or something we would have the whole house to ourselves for the whole day. Using my knowledge of pornography plots I first went to the mall to purchase a few vitals: two four-packs of Mike's Hard Lemonade for the girls, a six pack of beer for myself, the not so innocent game of Twister, and some baby oil (all purchases were made at different stores to minimize possible embarrassment). With these tools of persuasion and titillation I set off on my merry way to Julie's house.

I arrived at Julie's place and knocked on the front-door to have the door opened by a knockout in itself. Julie answered the door wearing a pair of torn denim shorts which were short enough to accentuate her creamy thighs. She was also wearing a halter top, the kind that stopped just short of the navel, her voluminous breasts were struggling to break free at the top. With luck, skill, and a compassionate God I would succeed in freeing them. There was an uncomfortable silence which I broke by lamely saying "hey" which she returned. She then called Amanda who ran up and gave me a hug and a kiss, closed mouth unfortunately. She was also wearing short shorts but she was wearing a T-shirt that looked several sizes too small for her. Yes, I was in heaven but my goal was to turn this place into an smut-filled inferno.

"So what have you girls been doing here?" (I bit my tongue hard before I could say something stupid like "Kissing?" No need to freak them out in advance).

"We were just talking about school and what we were going to do during the summer. I told Julie that my summer plans were going to involve spending a lot of time with you." I had to smile at that one. She still had that air of being nothing more than a Nathan groupie but I knew I still wouldn't be getting any action during the summer, such were the ways of teenage love, lust, and infatuation.

"Are you planning to come in or are you going to stand in the doorway all day?" asked Julie with a sarcastic tone. This was the turning point, I could turn back now and have a more or less regular evening watching a video with my girlfriend and her friend or I could try to direct my own porno movie. I chose the latter.

"Well the thing is I parked my car out back and I have a few things in it that would help celebrate your guys' finishing of summer-school in a proper fashion. However, the items in question would best be transported under the cover of your back yard and for that I need the back door open."

"What are you talking about? What kind of items are they?" Amanda asked cautiously.

"I believe they are known as beer and liquor, the infamous agents of social lubrication. Now do you want them or not?" After I got the affirmative I quickly walked out the door so they wouldn't see either my now full erection or my rippling flesh in the +25 Celsius weather. I grabbed the booze in the one bag and put the Twister game and baby oil in my back-pack. I scooted back inside and put the booze on the table but left my back-pack by the door, hoping it wouldn't get noticed.

"What's in your knap-sack, and why are you trying to hide it? asked Julie with a saucy grin on her face.

"Nothing, just some homework I plan to do later. Now let's all get drunk. I'll have the beer for myself and you ladies will be introduced to the world of alcohol through Mike's Hard Lemonade, a good beginner's drink."

"Sorry to disappoint you bud by I've already had beer." I didn't know if Julie was lying or not but beer or no beer Mike's never failed in knocking me into a stupor and I was in liver transplant territory.

Julie put on some music, it was one of those shitty boy groups, 5ive or N'Sync or something, I vowed to get Funkdoobiest on later. Anyways, Amanda was more than a little apprehensive but rather than chickening out she opened her bottle. God bless peer pressure. I, meanwhile, was pretending to watch the TV and flipping through the channels randomly. I was trying to control the butterflies fluttering in my stomach but the anticipation in me was excruciating. The tension was palatable, and every minute seemed like an hour. Luckily it didn't take either of them long to get drunk. Not knowing the art of moderation they plowed through their first bottle in a matter of ten minutes and immediately started on their second, I kept pace can-wise with my beer. After about a half-hour of us drinking and the girls getting progressively more drunk and silly I decided to go for broke.

"God, television is so boring. There's got to be something more exciting than TV to do around here. What do you girls do together besides staring at the box?"

"Well, mostly just talking and listening to music." replied Amanda, who was by now totally shit-faced and leaning on me for support, "Are you supposed to feel this dizzy?"

"Yeah, it's a normal side-effect, so what do you talk about?"

"Boys mostly," Amanda began giggling madly, "Do you want to talk about boys with us?"

"Not really. When I think of girls by themselves I get the picture of them playing truth or dare. You ladies want to try that?" The girls' eyes glinted with a newfound excitement and they sat up and came to as full an attention as their drunkenness would allow them.

"Yeah, that sounds like fun, as long as it doesn't get crazy. I don't want my parents to find the house trashed." Julie cautioned. I had no idea what she was talking about, what the hell do she and her friends do during truth or dare?

"That shouldn't be a problem. Hostess gets to go first as a courtesy. Pick truth or dare" Julie chose truth and so, trying to be cautious, I asked her if she ever kissed a boy.

She responded affirmatively though she qualified that the last time this happened was in junior high. I could see on her face an expression of intense longing. She then raised her eyes to mine and they locked together for what seemed to me to be an eternity though it must have been only for a few seconds.

Amanda went next and Julie got to ask the question. Amanda picked truth and then Julie kicked things wide open by asking her if she ever went down on me. Instead of merely blushing or gasping Amanda and Julie broke out in hysterical laughter. Once she regained her composure, Amanda answered in the negative, which was, unfortunately, the truth. However, after responding Amanda gave me a lustful gaze and then started flicking her tongue in my direction. A hastily constructed tent was built in my crotch which both girls noticed, pointed and laughed at, though neither of them would take their eyes off it.

It was my turn next and Amanda got to ask me the question. I chose truth but she then stated loudly that I had to pick dare, since those "were the rules." Not wanting to spoil the momentum that had already been built up and eager to see them continue to drink I agreed, already knowing in advance what Amanda would ask me.

"You have to show us your dick," Wild laughter erupted from the two girls, they didn't really think I would go through with it but at the same time they wouldn't take their eyes off me. With a superior smile I stood up, undid my belt, unzipped my jeans and pushed them and my boxers down at the same time. The girls' laughter immediately stopped and there was an audible intake of air as they gasped. They stared at it raptly, never having seen a live one most likely. I now knew that the stakes had been raised successfully and there would be no going back for any of us. I quickly pulled up my boxers and jeans and sat back down with my face fully flushed from embarrassment. The girls were now grinning and giggling and they now had a high blush on their cheeks but from excitement not embarrassment. I was relishing the opportunity to ask my question for Julie. If she asked for truth I would pop the "ever kiss another girl" question, if she chose dare my plan would, hopefully, go into full effect.

"Truth or Dare and nothing in-between." I asked. Julie with a wicked gleam in her eyes responded with a dare and my heart skipped a beat.

"I dare you, me and Amanda to play spin the bottle right now." I was sweating profusely and I stopped breathing waiting for her response. I didn't have a clue on what to do if she refused and so I waited breathlessly.

"I accept, if you and Amanda accept."

"Well... I guess I'm in." I chuckled.

"I'm in too." Amanda responded and once again I thanked God for peer pressure although by now I think peer pressure and drunkenness were running neck and neck as the leading persuasive factor.

I couldn't believe it. I only half-believed my plan would get this far and that accounts for my natural tendency to be optimistic. We gathered in a semi-circle and Julie would again start the game. I said that there would only be one rule: kisses must be of the French or open mouth variety, neither girl said anything and so, in near ecstasy, I brought an empty bottle into the center. Julie spun the bottle and it eventually settled in my general direction. This was the best possible beginning for not only would the game start out normally (i.e. boy-girl) and slowly, but I would get to tongue-kiss and probably fondly the breasts of the girl I wanted to for so long. We looked at each other and the room was silent, I glanced at Amanda but she was looking between us not in anger but in mutual anticipation. I leaned towards Julie and she gave a nervous titter, I thought she might pull back and everything would be lost but she kept coming. Our lips met, awkwardly at first, but then our mouths opened and I pressed my lips hard against hers and darted my tongue in her mouth at the same time I grabbed her ass and pressed her body tight against mine, squishing her big tits against my chest. I played cat and mouse with our tongues and pressed my lips even harder against hers, moving our mouths slowly. At the same time I moved my right hand from the back of Julie's head to between our bodies and I began to rub her crotch area rhythmically. With this added feature she began to moan loudly and I began to quicken the pace of the rubbing, by now her crotch was beginning to soak with her juices. She began to move her hips rhythmically against my hand while still Frenching me. I moved my left hand from her ass to her right tit and began to squeeze and caress it, Julie began to moan louder now and her hands were now gripping my ass but good. I spared a quick glance at Amanda to see if she was pissed off which she wasn't, instead she had a hand between her legs and was moving it up and down while staring intently at us.

With Julie out of control bucking against my hand I pulled away, thinking of the larger plan and hurting big time from painfully big-time erection which had twisted sideways in my crotch.

"That was fucking amazing. I can't believe how horny you were, or I was, for that matter." I confessed.

"That was the best kiss ever for me, ever. Oh God that was incredible. I feel like I'm going to explode."

"How come you never kiss me like that?" asked Amanda who looked genuinely angry but still titillated at the same time.

"Because I thought you were a puritan but if you want it hard-core, I'd be more than willing to reciprocate. Anyways are we having fun yet or what?"

Amanda responded by attacking my mouth with hers and wrapping her arms tightly around me. Obliging her libido, I nevertheless felt more than a little annoyed, after all this was delaying my plan, I could kiss her any time I wanted to. For Amanda, I pushed the envelope even further, pressed up against her, I switched from kissing her to necking her which, I assume, she approved of since she moaned emphatically. Feeling particularly courageous, I began to unzip her jeans with my right hand and then I plunged it into her moistness. Not being really knowledgeable of female anatomy, I just let my hand wander around in there until Amanda's moans became cries of ecstasy. She ground her pussy against my hand and climaxed within two minutes of this teasing. I pulled my now soaking hand out and Amanda collapsed forwards. I looked over at Julie and saw that she had one hand down her pants and the other one fondling a still fully clothed breast. It occurred to me then that if I wanted to I could fuck both of them that day but, discretion being the better part of valour, I decided against it. The last thing I wanted was to be hunted down by two homicidal fathers and become the father of two separate children.

After a period of recuperation I reminded a now distracted Amanda that it was her turn to spin the bottle. She distractedly spun it and low and behold it ended its revolutions squarely on Julie. Time stood still, no one breathed, no one moved. I was about to shoot my load right there in my pants if I wasn't careful, this was my dream come true and the anticipation was heaven and hell rolled into one. Amanda and Julie made eye contact briefly, looked away, then looked back at each other and then away again. The thick tension was cut by Amanda who managed to throw up a weak resistance before she would give in fully.

"I guess I better spin again, this one's void."

"Whoa there. Rules are rules and the only rule made was that only French kissing was allowed, there's nothing there about only kissing members of the opposite sex that would be pretty much pointless in a three-way spin the bottle. I bent the rules for you by kissing you out of turn so you owe me this much. And anyway what's the difference between you kissing me and you kissing Julie our mouths are both shaped the same way. Besides girls are supposed to better kissers than guys. Now let's put aside our puritan inhibitions and get to the kissing, remember it has to be open-mouthed too."

The two girls looked at each other hesitantly and then Amanda began to shuffle towards Julie, slowly but surely. Amanda was extremely anxious as could be noticed on her face while Julie too looked nervous but at the same time seemed excited. Finally, they met face to face and closing their eyes, kissed. At first their lips were closed but then their lips spread open and the characteristic smacking and sucking noises of French kisses began. Amanda lost whatever hesitancy she had and actively began to dominate the kissing only to have Julie take over the dominant role soon after. They had kept their bodies at a distance from each other but then they encircled their arms around each other and drew themselves together. Julie moved her hands from the small of Amanda's back to her buttocks and began to imitate what I had done earlier on her. The two girls became reckless in abandon and they fell to the ground in a heap. Their kissing became almost violent with lip biting and sucking taking place. The two girls soon began to moan and cry out in ecstasy. They rose back up from the ground and Julie, with eager anticipation, shoved her hand down into Amanda's crotch, which was still easily accessible as Amanda had not zipped her jeans back up. Amanda, for her part, began to caress Julie's gargantuan titties and then slipped her hand underneath Julie's halter top to fondle Julie's tits in earnest. She then, with her other hand, opened up Julie's shorts and then pulled them and the panties down, leaving Julie's pussy in full view. She then began to rub her friend's pussy and clit frantically. Within five minutes of this overheated exchange beginning the two friends collapsed on the ground exhausted and in ecstasy.

This time I was the one who had his hand down his pants and this time Mount Vesuvius did erupt, luckily I brought another pair of boxers with me in my backpack.

Being the forward-thinking guy I am, I raced to the back door and retrieved my back-pack with the Twister game and baby oil inside it. The foundation was set, now it was time to build the home and bring it all there



First Day of Summer Ch. 2



Returning from the kitchen I found the girls still in their prone positions ready to fall asleep from their drunken stupor. Realizing that the day would go unfulfilled, I took out my pack of cards, laid Twister and the bottle of baby oil on the coffee table, and began to rouse the girls awake. I then had Julie and Amanda refasten all of their loose clothing and then proceeded to implement the second portion of my, so far, wildly successful plan. I know what you're saying why be greedy? Take the pussy and run, right? My answer to you is that I didn't get to this position in life by being charitable and humble, I was going to go for broke. I had the chance to see all of my hopes, dreams, and aspirations fulfilled before I was twenty and I was going for it.

"Alright ladies that was fucking fantastic, for all of us as I'm sure you all agree. Now I want to play another game, that is if you're up for it."

"What game are we talking about here?" asked Amanda who was now fully alert with mischievous curiosity, her former state of drowsiness was completely gone.

"I was thinking of strip blackjack. I would have chosen strip poker but I don't know how to play poker," I admitted sheepishly

"Nate, I think it would be smarter if we stopped before we go too far. You know that I'm saving myself for marriage and I don't want to get pregnant before we're married." An amazingly astute concern from someone who had by now developed an appreciable drunken slur. I was beginning to think it was all going to end now, over one of the most retarded comments I ever heard, when Julie saved the day.

"Amanda it's not like Nate said he was going was going to fuck us. If he did want to have sex he would have tried it on us by now and he hasn't. I don't know about you but the idea sounds fun and I wouldn't mind getting another look at his dangle and I've always wondered how you would look like naked, you have an unbelievable figure, you're so tall..." It was then that I cursed myself for not bringing along a recording instrument with me. I never tire of hearing a girl saying the word "fuck" in a sexual context, provided they weren't involved in the adult entertainment industry.

"So it's settled then, we're all playing. Hostess goes first as is usual and don't forget girls you each have two bottles of alcohol left and they better be polished off before Julie's parents show up." Now that the near catastrophe was averted I realized that allowing the effects of the alcohol to wear off was a mistake and I was determined to get the girls as soaked with booze as possible.

We sat in our rough circle and started playing immediately, going as quickly through the card playing part as possible to make up for the time when we actually stripped. I won the first game and Julie and Amanda both weren't wearing any socks so they instead started off with their halter tops, leaving themselves clad in bras. Julie' breasts were barely contained by her large bra. I'm sorry if you were looking for a more detailed description of the bras, but I don't wear them. Amanda who I always thought was less than average in the tits department showed remarkable size, although her breasts were dwarfed by those of Julie's. Julie won the next game and I took off my shirt and socks to make the game gender neutral while Amanda took off her shorts, leaving herself in nothing more than her bra and panties. Her remarkably long and lush legs became achingly beautiful now that the fat of the upper thighs was clearly visible. Julie too, couldn't help but take notice as she plainly stared and whistled playfully at Amanda.

I won again and Julie took off her shorts showing her more voluptuous but shorter legs, with the creamy white thighs I just wanted to eat up. Amanda, yet to win a game took off her top and let her breasts run free. They were rather unremarkable except for the fact that she still had the remnants of puffy nipples and they were standing at full attention, betraying her obvious excitement. Losing control, I asked Amanda if I could touch them. With her voice barely above a whisper Amanda said yes.

I immediately, but oh so gently, touched Amanda's nipple, as she shuddered with anticipation. I then traced my fingers along her nipples and without warning lowered my head and began to suckle her right puffy nipple, it was amazingly soft and I began to suckle harder. Amanda was now shaking uncontrollably and breathing deeply but she wasn't in a hurry to stop me, it seemed. Breaking away from the sublime experience I motioned Julie to join me on the other nipple. Julie came hesitantly and smiling nervously, began to suckle slowly and hesitantly on Amanda's left nipple. Amanda's moans grew louder and she began to stroke her mound. Julie then broke off the suckling wanting to get back to finishing the game. Always thinking of herself, she definitely was a self-centered tart.

Amanda won the next game, staving off the removal of her panties. I took off my pants and was left in nothing but my skivvies. Julie surprised all of us by taking off her panties and leaving on her bra.

"You guys have already seen my pussy so I'm going to save my tits for the big finish." It worked for me.

Amanda made it two in a row and so me and Julie both ended up naked. I went first and the girls squealed with delight as my penis popped open into view again.

Amanda asked if she could touch it and I let her nimble fingers probe the length of my member. Amanda then shocked everyone by putting my dick into her mouth! She then graciously proceeded to give me head. Although it was awkward at first, Amanda soon learned to keep a rhythm. I must have came within a minute and to this day it is the greatest oral sex experience I have ever had. When I had came Julie took over, stroking my now flaccid dick and when it began to harden, at a maddeningly slow rate, she began to suck on it. Her soft lips caressed and punished the tip before she fully engulfed my penis. Again, my performance was pitiful as I lasted no longer than three minutes. Still it was a great experience for all of us virgins.

After the blow jobs were done Julie stood up and giggling madly began to do a slow and drunkenly uncoordinated strip tease while removing her bra. It was the first strip-tease in which the bottom had come off before the top. As she staggered around the room the bra eventually came undone and fell to the ground leaving two ripe, succulent, and beautiful breasts in full view. Me and Amanda just stared wide-eyed at Julie's enormous breasts which were capped with two perfectly formed, perky pink nipples. Julie, dizzy from her spinning around, collapsed on the ground and Amanda and I immediately pounced on Julie's tits. I began to suckle the tit I had rather gently but Amanda attacked hers with a fury, biting, darting her tongue around the nipple, and furiously sucking the tit. Julie was going crazy and started to whelp like and a bitch in heat, which I suppose she was. Responding to the beastly nature of this exhibition I descended from Julie's tit to her nether-region between her legs as I began to eat her cunt. Julie began to moan, then to grunt and then nearly scream as I found her clitoris near the top of her slit while at the same time using my less than expert fingers to prod and pull her labia. This wild reverie must have lasted for over ten minutes after which me and Amanda managed to bring Julie to orgasm. Mutually exhausted, I decided to proceed directly to the hot oil and game of Twister.



First Day of Summer Ch. 3



Despite the fact that she won the strip blackjack match, Amanda needed no persuasion in removing her panties and becoming naked like the rest of us. Grabbing the baby oil, I poured it onto Julie's prone body.

"Alright Amanda, here's what you have to do. You have to go on top of Julie and rub as much of the oil onto yourself without using your hands. Best of luck to the both of you and don't try to cheat as I'll be watching."

The formerly shy Amanda casually sauntered over To Julie and promptly laid herself onto Julie. The two girls began to writhe madly, tossing and turning as the oil between to slicken their motions. It wasn't long before they began to French kiss again and once again their love cries began to permeate the room. Breaking from the kissing, Amanda began to suck Julie's tits, lapping up some baby oil in the process, though this did not slow her down in the slightest. Julie, crying out with pleasure, wrapped her legs around Amanda's body and began to feel out Amanda's tits. Julie then turned over and gained the top position and immediately went down on Amanda and began to eat Amanda out. Amanda, totally surprised, writhed with pleasure and ecstasy as Julie ate her pussy out and sucked on her clit. Amanda climaxed within five minutes and the two began kissing furiously once more.

I broke up the passionate kissing by proposing that the two oily girls grind their cunts against each other to see who had the greater sexual staying power. Without hesitation the two girls aligned themselves and began to grind their mounds together.

They were sitting up and needing leverage, wrapped their arms around each other. As they ground away they soon began to start kissing each other again and they rubbed their tits against each others' as well, with Julie's tits engulfing Amanda's smaller but perkier ones. This hot girl on girl sex lasted a full ten minutes before Amanda began to shake uncontrollably as she experienced yet another orgasm. Julie collapsed on Amanda and the two girls were utterly exhausted from all the sex play they had performed on each other.

Another one of my erotic fantasies had been fulfilled right before my eyes. As I devoured the sight with my eyes I became dimly aware that I could only feel a tingling sensation in my legs. It took a menage a trois experience to drive home the point that I was an out of shape slob. I mean I didn't even go whole hog with the girls and my jimmy already was asking for a breather. Feeling that I needed intervention, I pleaded with God that if He let me live through this I would forever more live the life of a celibate priest.

The sad part of it is I kept my end of the bargain for four years.

I was by now feeling a little left out of the action and so I proposed a game of Twister. This time the girls were adamant about taking a breather but it wasn't long before Julie and me were fooling around and soon enough we began to sixty-nine each other. The feeling was exquisite as I received a dick-servicing from the heavenly mouth of Julie while at the same time letting my tongue venture across the many folds of her pussy. Amazingly enough we orgasmed at nearly the same. This time it was I who demanded a break.



First Day of Summer Ch. 4



I saw that time was getting short, we had a little over three hours left before Julie's parents arrived and we still had to try out the Twister game. In addition to Twister there was the condition of the living room. It was a mess and not just because of the raunchy nature of our activities, food and beer had both been spilled or dropped everywhere. I wanted to leave at least forty-five minutes for cleaning up the house. In the back of my mind I kept seeing a familiar sitcom scenario where the parents would arrive at the house two hours earlier than they were supposed to. The difference between the sitcom version and what would really happen was that Julie's parents would find her daughter doing more than just drinking alcohol.

Surprisingly enough, the girls' enthusiasm for my various schemes remained unwavering. Their eyes still glittered with mischievous anticipation. I quickly unfurled the Twister pad, and only having a superficial understanding of how to play the game, was forced to waste precious minutes reading the instructions. The girls, meanwhile lost their focus and started commenting on how slutty Brittney Spears was.

"Okay, I guess everything's ready. Host goes first as is usual but first, girls may I recommend you re-apply some hot oil to your delectable bodies and after we finish with Twister we'll head to the shower. Afterwards we'll clean up this mess." As we lost more time my tone of voice became more and more business-like which nearly threatened the casual atmosphere I had worked so hard to build up.

The girls, I assume to conserve more time, just poured some oil on each of their bodies before Julie went on top Amanda and began to rub the oil over both of their bodies. I couldn't help but forget about the Twister game, for the time being, to appreciate the scene and get in touch with my personal growth once again. Julie, hearing the beat of the beating of my meat smiled saucily and made things even more interesting for me.

"Hey Nate would you like me to rub some oil on you for the game?"

I was thinking of asking to be placed between a Julie-Amanda sandwich before I realized that 180 lbs. of me would not be overly comfortable sprawled on top of a girl of 120 lbs. "Well, sure, but only if you want to."

"Oh, I want to."

If God decided to end my life now with everything that has happened before I still would be upset, the look on Julie's face alone was enough for make me crazy with anticipation. I reiterated my plea to God to let me live through this amazing experience.

Taking his silence for an affirmation I plodded ahead.

Julie, having poured more oil onto her lovely torso and tits, slowly crawled towards me on her hands and knees. I laid prostate on my back nervously counting the ceiling tiles while my penis was doing its best to float up to the ceiling. Slowly and teasingly Julie arrived at my feet and instead of proceeding further, stopped and began to suck one of my big toes. Not an easy task as anyone who has seen my feet will tell you, many a day I have cursed the hair on my toes. I couldn't help but croon with pleasure as Julie began to suck and lick my toes and make the mandatory slurping sounds that came along with it. After dwelling on my digits she proceeding to the part of my body with the larger numbers. She at first teased my member with small kisses before beginning to lick and punish the tip. When I began to scream for her to get it over with she finally engulfed the head and started the rhythmic bobbing motion that all men enjoy enormously no matter what ear they wear their earring on.

Spending my load in another pitifully small amount of time I had the unnerving sensation of my penis retreating back into my pubic cavity, completely spent. Moving up my torso, Julie began to squirm her body all over mine. I couldn't get enough of the feeling of her giant puppies roaming around my chest.

As Julie's head began to creep up towards my (actual) head I was presented with a serious quandary: She was going to try to kiss me with her mouth full of my cum. Feeling that being exposed to my own seed was tantamount to cannibalism, and more importantly, would make me a homo, I lowered myself to Julie's pussy, which was by now soaked with oil and her own juices, and began to eat her out. Julie's soft thighs spread themselves to facilitate my efforts and it wasn't long before she was crying out in ecstasy and squirting yet more fluid in my face and in my eyes.

Breaking off the contact, Julie and I decided to hurry with the Twister game. Amanda had been watching us and masturbating the whole time and so was still primed to play the game. I spun the spinner and Julie set a foot on the wrong spot, I didn't bother to correct her, thinking that this would be the general pattern of the game. I wasn't mistaken, within five minutes Amanda, losing her balance fell, despite the fact that her position consisted of her standing on her two legs. Julie laughing uncontrollably, jumped on my back and took me down easily enough. We proceeded to roll around each other but soon enough I was making out with Amanda while Julie sucked on her pussy. As enjoyable as this was, and it was sublime, I noticed that we only had two hours left before Julie's parents showed up. I got the girls attention and leaving Twister behind, we headed to the bathroom for that promised group shower.



First Day of Summer Ch. 5



Julie's bathroom was huge by most standards but the shower was rather plain, however, just the typical bath tub with curtain. Julie grabbed us some towels and started the water going before jumping in. Amanda and I immediately followed suit. The water was warm, and being nearest to the shower-head, I enjoyed it as much as possible before enjoying the girls for one final time.

I grabbed the soap and began to trace circles around Amanda's tits, slowly spiralling in towards her nipple. Amanda moaned with pleasure and anticipation while at the same time stroking my dick. This went on for about a couple of minute before we both turned our attentions to Julie who was actually using the bath to wash herself. I never could get enough of her big tits so I immediately started to suck on one of them while soaping up her cunt. Amanda, squeezed out for the moment, contented herself with soaping up her own tits. Julie replied to my tongue lashing by pulling me up and attacking my mouth with her tongue. Breaking off the kiss, I knelt down and teasingly began to lick around Julie's slit before plunging my tongue in her vaginal hole. Julie screamed with ecstasy as I probed her treasures. Unfortunately for me, the tongue lashing was yielding a lot of wet hairs on my tongue. The hairs did, however, give me an idea for a finale to this adventure.

Bringing Julie to a semi-orgasm, the girls were by now tiring out and I was simply exhausted, we simply proceeded to wash ourselves clean and call it a wrap. Before finishing up I asked the girls if they would put on one final show for me. They agreed readily enough, provided that this would the final act of the evening. Julie knelt down in front of Amanda and, without warning, furiously attacked Amanda's pussy. It was a beautiful thing to watch. Amanda was forced to lean back against the wall for support as she opened her legs wider for Julie. Julie, meanwhile was rapidly darting her tongue in and out of Amanda's slit. To change things up a little, Julie pulled at Amanda's labia with her lips while using her fingers to pull at Amanda's swollen clit. Amanda did not survive this onslaught for very long and within minutes let out a cry of ecstatic pleasure and nearly collapsed on Julie.

After the girls had washed up and left the shower to towel off, I asked Julie where the razors were kept. Thinking I wanted to shave, she handed me one.

"Have you girls ever, you know, shaved down there?"

"Well yeah. We have to shave our bikini zone whenever we go to the pool." It was obvious that Amanda hadn't yet grasped what I was getting at, but that was to be expected. The look in Julie's eyes, one of mischief, indicated that she understood where I was going with this.

"I understand that Amanda, but have you ever shaved it off completely?"

"No. Why would I? It's not like you shave off your pubic hair either."

"Well I'm not looking forward to becoming an eunuch. But do you know that there are certain advantages to shaving off your pubic hair? It prevents you from catching VD's not that that applies to you right now, I hope. It also makes burn more calories as you walk and it should feel and look better under any type of clothing." The girls laughed at that one but, more importantly they agreed to another one of my wacky schemes. This time Amanda took the lead, with Julie the more hesitant one.

I shaved Amanda first, carefully avoiding the many folds and lips of her pussy. After finishing up the job on her I slapped on some after-shave on her hairless mound and laughed out loud as she nearly shrieked with pain. I'm a bastard, I know. Turning next to Julie next I had to snip at her curlier hairs with scissors first before I could shave off the whole thing. We all then admired the handiwork in the mirror and I must say if I wasn't so tired I would've proposed another group shower. Neither of the girls cared much for their do's, since it made them look pre-pubescent or so they claimed. I would find out much later that both girls had decided to keep their pussies beardless since their respective boyfriends liked the way it looked.

After the shower and shave we all took a final break. It was then that I realized how badly messed up the living room really was. The room stank of liquor and bodily fluids, of which much had permeated the carpet. We tiredly but quickly cleaned and sprayed the room. Julie and Amanda did the best the they could brushing their teeth so as to remove the stench of liquor and other, less sinister fluids from their mouths. I had achieved all that I had wanted to achieve and then some. So with a little less than an hour left before Julie's parents would arrive I left in the car with Amanda. I took the Twister board, pack of cards, and all the bottles of booze, full and empty, with me. The board and cards would find a place in my personal drawer of fame as well as a special place in my heart, the erogenous zone, presumably. It was the liquor, however, which truly deserved the MVP award.

Epilogue

As I believe I have said before that July day was the greatest day of my life. I am now a bitter disillusioned twenty-two year old who has now had to settle for a girlfriend who has no pretensions about saving it for marriage, that is unless little Jimmy was actually a virgin birth. can be made to disappear. Well it could be worse, at least Jimmy's dad is almost regular with the child-support payments. Anyways, after that day I of course saw a lot of Amanda throughout the summer but everything else changed. Julie apparently thought of me as scum when I saw her a week later and instead of saying hi, asked if she wanted to go back to my place for another game of Twister. Apparently both Amanda and Julie felt "a little weird" about what happened that day and refused to do anything like that again.

They even stopped talking to each other, though this was termed a mutual breakup. Julie got a boyfriend like two weeks later anyways, which I guess is what she had wanted the whole time. Me and Amanda, meanwhile, had reverted to our near puritan relationship. I remember considering it an achievement if we would French-kiss. She was adamant about keeping her clothes on at all times when around me.

After I left for university our relationship went to shit. Luckily for me getting some isn't a problem anymore. All I have to do is get Cindy drunk (funny how alcohol is the one common denominator in my sex-life) and tell her that I love her more than "life itself." Of course, paying her tuition and Jimmy's food and diaper bills helps out too. Oh well, at least I'll always have that July 12th day in 1995. Still, I hate myself for not bringing along a camcorder.