Not bad, Karen thought to herself. She looked her naked image up and down once more in the full-length mirror. Small, high breasts, nipples that seemed permanently stiff, a waist that had gotten narrower and a stomach that had gotten flatter the past few months, hips that were neither too wide nor too skinny, and those long, long slender legs of which she was especially proud. Big blue eyes and a generous mouth. And long, fine, pale blonde hair that fluttered in the slightest breeze and which contrasted nicely with her light golden tan. Nope, not bad at all.

She turned to Kelsey, standing beside her, hands on her hips and equally naked. Her best friend was a different type, a bit fleshier and with slightly bigger boobs, and she had a bouncy way of moving that drew attention. Her rich auburn curls could probably reflect radar, and they went perfectly with her brilliant green eyes. "So, have we got it or have we got it?"

Kelsey grinned. "We got it. Definitely." She reached down and ran her fingertips lightly over her bare pussy. "I wish we had shaved last night, though, instead of waiting until this morning. I�m afraid I�m getting razor burn."

Karen passed her a pump-bottle of lotion. "Use a little of this — but don�t get too excited." She waggled her eyebrows. Kelsey spent even more time masturbating than she did. Her friend squirted a bit on her fingers, then spread it slowly over her mound, slipping her middle finger inside for a moment. She threw her head back and moaned breathlessly — then jumped and giggled when Karen swatted her ass.

"C�mon, let�s get dressed — it�s already after ten! There will be boys out there already!" She stepped over to the nearest twin bed and picked up the forest green bikini that went so well with her red hair. Karen shook out the opalescent white bottom of her own suit and stepped into it, drawing the scrap of material up her legs. Even tugging it up slightly only brought it to a half-inch above the top of her slit. It was by far the most daring thing she had ever even thought about wearing.

When Kelsey�s mother, Heather, had first seen Karen�s new bikini the afternoon before, she looked at her daughter�s friend a little doubtfully. "Are you sure that suit�s okay with your parents? I mean, I know them, and—-"

"My Mom said I was old enough to buy clothes for myself, as long as I stayed within a budget, and this was what I picked. Besides, I showed it to her when I got home. She said it was fine." Which was technically true. Karen had held the top up in front of the window so the sun sparkled off the material. Her mother had appreciated the effect. She hadn�t seen the bottom of the suit, though. Of course, Kelsey�s suit was just as skimpy, but she knew Heather didn�t care about that. Heather's own bikini was practically nonexistent, for that matter. She just didn�t want Karen�s folks getting pissed at her, because she was responsible until one or both of them arrived tomorrow afternoon.

The two girls had been best buddies since their first day in First Grade, a decade earlier. Since both were "onlies," they had soon become as close as sisters. Kelsey�s father, an itinerant guitarist, had wandered off before she had even started school, and Heather worked hard to support the two of them. Fortunately, she had been a knock-out as a teenager — hell, she still was — and she had made good money as a fashion and photographer�s model. Then she had found a talent for being on the other side of the camera, and now she was a much sought after commercial photographer herself. And she had never remarried.

Karen�s parents were more prosaic — her father ran the IT department for a big bank downtown and her mother ran the house, though she was also a talented artist and had published half a dozen children�s picture books to good reviews. Karen knew her Mom had always been a little dazzled by Heather�s presumed glamour — even though Heather was obviously a bit dazzled herself at being friends with a published author. Karen had even recently begun to suspect that her Dad secretly had lustful thoughts about Heather. She had confided this to Kelsey, and the two of them had concocted hilarious and improbable fantasies about the affair their assorted parents might be having.

For a couple of summers now, the three adults had gone in together on a three-bedroom beachfront rental, one of the dozen or more frame cottages strung out along this two-mile section of the Gulf. Mornings and afternoons on the sand, lazy evenings watching TV and playing poker and Monopoly, and plenty of frozen meals interspersed with frequent eating-out. It was two weeks of escape from the cares of the big city rat race. This year, though, Karen�s Dad had been delayed for a couple of days by some cybernetic emergency or other and her Mom had stayed behind with him — "or he won�t remember to eat," she said. So the girls were under only one adult�s not especially watchful eye for a change. Heather tended to treat them both as adults since they started high school and they intended to make the most of it.

They grabbed a couple of large, colorful towels from the stack kept handy on the table and shrugged into their matching Aloha shirts. Then out the back door of the cottage, across the wide plank porch, down three steps, and they were ankle-deep in the warm white sand, perhaps fifty yards from the low surf. During the hurricane season in two or three months, it might be a different story, but in the middle of the summer, neither girl could think of a better place to be.

Karen shaded her eyes as she scanned the nearby beach. "There," she murmured, nudging Kelsey. There were four boys lying in a row who looked about their age. As they walked through the sand in that direction, Karen decided they were actually a year or two older, sixteen or seventeen. Still in high school, though. College guys gave off completely different vibes.

The boy on the nearest end of the row had been watching them approach. When they were close enough, he sat up and indicated the empty sand beside him. "Just in time," he said. "We saved you a spot."

Kelsey laughed and made a point of looking around at the many yards of vacant space in every direction. As pick-up lines went, Karen thought, it wasn�t bad. They both flipped out their towels, then took off their shirts. They had only worn them for maybe two minutes, but it was the disrobing itself, they had decided, that had an effect. Sort of a symbolic strip. Certainly, the boys were watching attentively.

As the girls stretched out on their towels, the two boys at the far end of the row got up and moved their own towels around to be closer to the two new additions. The fourth boy, Karen noted, had lain back again and appeared to be asleep. Or maybe he just didn�t like girls.

Introductions were made and hometowns ascertained. Kevin was the one with the line. All four boys were juniors, or claimed to be, and Karen told them that, wow, she and her friend were juniors, too. The sudden promotion of herself by two grades didn�t faze her at all. Karen considered herself an honest person and she never lied to anyone in authority — police or teachers or people like that. And while she lied to her parents all the time, it was only about unimportant things. It made life simpler. But what you told boys on the beach wasn�t lying, it was strategy.

The five teenagers lay in the sun and gossiped and flirted as the sun climbed higher. Karen began spreading sunblock on herself — she tanned just fine but she didn�t want to get too dark — and had to fend off immediate offers of assistance. She took her time with it, though, running her palms slowly up and down her thighs and slipping her fingertips inside the front of her suit. Two of the boys unconsciously licked their lips.

"Hi, Sean! Hi, Kev!" Karen looked back over her shoulder. Two more girls, at least seventeen, in bikinis not quite as daring as hers or Kelsey�s, but with the assurance of greater experience. And they obviously knew the boys, damn it.

"We�re throwing a party this evening, Sean," one of the newcomers said, "and you guys are invited. Gonna be in-ter-es-ting!"

The other new girl laughed. "She means her parents are going to be out, so there�s no chaperones."

Sean glanced up at the party-thrower, then at Karen and Kelsey. "Um," he said.

The older girl made an encompassing gesture. "Oh, hey, no problem. Your friends are welcome, too. The more the merrier and all that. Come around eight. The guys can show you where it is."

"I�m not sure about this party idea. You don�t know these kids. I don�t know these kids." Heather had paused the movie she was watching. The girls were standing behind the sofa so she wouldn�t be too aware of their tight short-shorts and high-cropped tee-shirts. Neither of them was wearing a bra, either.

Kelsey gave her friend a worried look. "Mom, it�s only four or five doors up. It�s, like, two minutes away. We�re not going to be taking drugs or anything. You know we don�t do that kind of stuff. Seriously. It�s just a party. And we know how to look out for ourselves."

"I know, I know." She sighed. "Okay, I guess. Just try to be back around midnight, though, okay?"

Kelsey went up on her toes in her excitement. "Thanks, Mom! We�ll be careful, I promise! And we won�t be out too late." She bent and kissed the top of her mother�s head. Then she grabbed Karen�s hand and the two sped out the back door.

It was full dark but most of the cottages had their lights on so it was easy to see where they were going. Following Sean�s directions, they walked up the sand a hundred yards to a two-story place painted bright pink, larger than most in this section. There was �80s rock playing inside but the volume wasn�t too high. Obviously, they didn�t want complaints from the neighbors.

One of the girls who had issued the invitation was sitting on the back porch railing, drinking a Dr. Pepper and laughing with Kevin. Her name was Margo and she greeted them with a high five and a raised eyebrow at the way both girls� breasts jiggled as they trotted up the porch steps.

Inside was a small crowd of teenagers, some moving to the music, several drinking beer, and two couples in corners already making out. A few others were climbing or descending the stairs, so they apparently had the run of the house. Karen took a careful look around and turned to her friend. "I think we�re the youngest ones here," she whispered.

"Gotta start sometime, somewhere," Kelsey replied with a grin.

It turned out to be easy to join in conversations with the girls and dance with some of the boys. They were strangers to everyone in this bunch, so they could create new histories for themselves, which they did with abandon. Both of them settled on vodka and orange juice for the evening, on the theory that the Vitamin C would keep them from getting really drunk and that vodka wouldn�t be obvious on their breath when they got home.

Around ten o�clock, they noticed a steady stream of both sexes slipping quietly upstairs. At that point, Margo came in from the bathroom with a small cardboard box that rattled, also headed for the stairs.

Kelsey waylaid her at the bottom step. "What�s going on?" She pointed upward with her thumb.

Margo hesitated, looking from one to the other, then shrugged. "Lipstick party," she said, opening the box. It was filled with cheap dime store lipsticks in Day-Glo colors, the sort of thing Karen and Kelsey had experimented with when they were eight or nine. They were usually flavored, too. "Pick one and join in, if you like."

The two younger girls glanced at each other. They had no idea what this was about but they weren�t going to be left out. Karen picked a lime green lipstick, Kelsey a bright blue one. Then they followed Margo up the stairs.

There were bedrooms down both sides of the upstairs hall, most with the doors shut. There were giggles and moans to be heard and they were in no doubt about what was happening in those rooms. One door opened as they passed and they had a glimpse of at least two naked bodies tangled on the bed. Another girl was coming out, face flushed and hair in disarray, but smiling broadly.

At the back of the house, the hall opened into a large family room with three or four sofas and scattered beanbag chairs. The girls stopped abruptly and stared around. Seven or eight boys lounged naked, penises erect, most with ecstatic expressions. A girl knelt before each of them. As Karen and Kelsey watched, one of the girls carefully applied an abundance of vibrant orange to her lips, then lowered her open mouth slowly over a rigid eight-inch cock. Two other girls watched attentively. One of the watchers reached out and fondled the boy�s balls and he squirmed a little. When she had most of his penis in her mouth, the orange girl took a firm grip on the base of it and pressed her lips tightly around the shaft. Then she quickly withdrew it from her mouth.

The other watcher — wearing neon red lipstick, Karen noticed — leaned forward and examined the cock. The girls could now see an orange ring around it three-quarters of the way down. There were other colored rings above and below it.

Kelsey looked at the plastic tube in her hand. "Um," she said. Then she took a deep breath and went to where she had spotted Sean sitting on the edge of another sofa. He was a new arrival, apparently, having just pulled off his shorts and shirt. He looked up to see Kelsey and grinned. Karen was right behind her.

"So, you guys are going to join the party within the party, huh?"

Kelsey looked down at his still limp penis, took a deep, steadying breath, and gave him her most lascivious smile, the one she practiced in the mirror. "Why not?" She took his cock in her hand and squeezed, then began sliding her hand up and down its increasing length.

Karen was a bit taken aback. She had handled a couple of cocks herself, always in the back seats of cars, but that was all. She was pretty sure her friend�s practical experience was equally limited. She knew damn well neither of them had ever seen this many penises in the wild before. She also suspected her friend wouldn�t be doing this without her being here. They had always given each other moral support in new experiences. Maybe "immoral support" in this case.

But at the same time, . . . Karen had to admit seeing all this quivering maleness was having an effect on her. She could feel her nipples hardening. Well, in for a dime. Before she could change her mind, Karen bent over and licked the head of Sean�s cock. She glanced up and saw Kelsey�s surprised look and then that smile again. "You want to go first?"

Karen licked her lips. "Sure," she said. Sean�s gaze was flicking back and forth between them but he had the sense to keep his mouth shut. He was going to win in either case.

Kelsey gave Sean a little push and he let himself fall back on the sofa, the girls settling on their knees at the same time. Karen put on the bright green lipstick, remembering to make it extra-thick. Then she took a deep breath. This was a completely new thing for her, especially with other people watching. She saw a movement from the corner of her eye and turned her head to see another girl pulling off her top. Her tits were twice the size of Karen�s and she was enveloping a boy�s dick with them.

Well, why not? The vodka seemed to have erased her inhibitions completely. She pulled off her tee-shirt and leaned forward to brush each nipple in turn across the head of the now rigid organ before her. Sean gave a little moan. Kelsey was staring fixedly at the point of contact. When she looked up at her friend�s face, there was something in her expression that made Karen�s pulse speed up even more.

Karen swallowed twice, took another breath, and grabbed Sean�s cock at its base. She didn�t want him getting out of control, maybe stabbing her in the throat. Then she slowly lowered her mouth over the head, washing it all over with her tongue. She felt it fill her whole mouth and the sensation was enormously exciting, and so was the sense of control. The head of it did touch the back of her throat and she paused, struggling not to gag. She knew about deep-throating, in theory, but decided not to attempt it the very first time. Straining just a tiny bit further, she finally clamped her lips tightly around the shaft, counted to five, then eased off. The lime-colored ring was more than halfway down.

Karen grinned. "Can you beat that?"

Kelsey smacked her lips. "Oh, I think so." She began turning her own lips blue. Without really thinking about what she was doing, Karen scooted behind her, put her arms around her waist, and slipped her hands up under her shirt. She let her friend�s bountiful breasts fill her hands and squeezed a little. Kelsey gasped, then whispered raggedly, "Take it off me."

Karen pulled the shirt up and off her friend�s raised arms. She glanced around and saw that several of the guys — as well as a couple of the other girls — were staring at their bare breasts and smiling. Unconsciously, she put her shoulders back and arched her spine.

Kelsey leaned down and licked Sean�s cock up and down a few times. It suddenly occurred to Karen that some of her saliva must still be on the shaft, and that Kelsey was picking it up with her tongue. It was almost like the two of them were French-kissing. The image made her a bit light-headed.

The other girl took the glistening shaft into her mouth and paused a moment to clear her throat. Then, to Karen�s amazement, she slowly worked it all the way to the back of her mouth and down into her throat, wiggling it from side to side along the way, like a stork swallowing a whole fish. When the entire organ had disappeared, she clamped down with her lips, then withdrew, leaving a blue ring right down amongst Sean�s short and curlies, and nearly an inch below the green.

Sean drew in a shuddering breath. "Damn. Where did you learn that?"

"Been practicing with a smoked sausage," she replied, smacking her lips.

Karen gave her a little poke in the kidney. "You never told me."

"It was a surprise."

Sean laughed. "What, in case she wanted you to suck her dick?"

"You never know," she said. Then she slipped an arm around Karen�s slender waist, bent down, and took the nearest nipple into her mouth. Karen felt an electric shock at the sight of a girl�s lips sucking at her tit. She tried to push more of it into Kelsey�s warm mouth. All sorts of confused but interesting thoughts were ricocheting around in her head now.

The two girls were absorbed in each other for a moment while Sean began slowly stroking his erection. None of them noticed when Margo and another, older girl joined them, kneeling and also discarding their tops. The two newcomers fondled each other for a minute, then sort of swooped in. Margo cupped Kelsey�s breasts in her hands and began sucking one nipple, then the other in turn. The fourth girl did he same with Karen�s smaller breasts, taking nearly half of each one into her mouth, and then the other.

Karen felt like her clit had been connected to a car battery, the shock was so profound. She shuddered as she made a fist in the girl�s hair.

The sucking stopped, then Karen heard a breathy murmur in her ear. "You wanna fuck? We can go find a bed, or we can do it right here if you�re not shy."

Karen blinked at the girl�s sultry expression an inch away. "Um, no, not right now. Thanks for asking, though." She hoped that was okay. She�d never been explicitly propositioned by another girl before.

"No problem," the other girl said with an understanding smile. "Baby steps, right?"

Karen blinked, then smiled. Maybe this girl was right. Maybe there was a whole other side of herself that she had never suspected.

The two new arrivals took over Sean�s cock at that point. Margo noted the blue ring down at the very base and murmured, "Whoa. . . ." Karen watched her checking to see whose color that was. She grinned when she saw Kelsey�s lips and gave her a thumb�s up. "And here I thought you guys were beginners."

There were two other boys they hadn�t met on the next sofa over and the two friends migrated to them. They each took one cock, Kelsey still racking up the best score of any of the colors on the shaft. After that, they kind of got separated. After an hour or so, Karen had lost count but she thought she had sucked seven cocks. Maybe eight. Nearly every boy she worked on took her toplessness as an invitation, fondling her breasts and tweaking her nipples as she sucked. She found she liked that particular attention and none of them were being too rough.

She also noticed that every girl in the room — and that meant pretty much every girl at the party by now — was at least half-naked. Several had shed everything and were sitting on boys� laps. One large-breasted Latin-looking girl sprawled across the lap of a football-player type, her back against his chest, legs splayed out to the sides. The guy�s cock was buried deep inside her and she was working her hips back and forth, mouth open wide and eyes squeezed shut.

Karen couldn�t stop watching them. Part of her wanted to find a nice big penis and fuck herself into hysterics on it. The sane part of her mind, however, kept thinking about the chapter on diseases in her Health textbook. She had never handled a condom in her life and she didn�t know any of these people. Better to be safe, at least to that extent.

Finally, the two girls found each other again and agreed they had had enough party for one night. It was nearly midnight anyway. It took them a few minutes to locate their tee-shirts among the clothing scattered everywhere. Kelsey suggested they just grab the first two that fit, but Karen pointed out that Heather, being fashion-conscious, would almost certainly notice, if she were still up. And that wasn�t an explanation either of them felt like making. They also stopped in the downstairs bathroom long enough to scrub their mouths back to a normal color.

On the short walk back down the beach to their own cottage, Karen found herself eyeing her friend sidelong, especially the shallow outline of her breast against the thin shirt. They had seen each other naked dozens of times over the years, since long before either of them had anything worth looking at. Between the two of them, nudity was no big deal. But in all the times she had seen, even closely observed, Kelsey�s body, in all the times they had casually touched each other, Karen had never found the contact leading her to sexual thoughts about her friend. After tonight, though. . . . She was feeling the urge to see that smooth, curvy, bare body again, to run her hands over it, to kiss it.

She didn�t think she had suddenly become a lesbian. She deliberately thought again about the sensation of having her mouth filled with cock and felt her pulse beginning to speed up. Was this what "bisexual" meant? She recognized the word in a vague sort of way but had never considered its actual meaning. She tried to build an image in her mind of herself lying on her back, legs spread, while a really hunky-looking guy slowly pushed his big, stiff cock all the way up inside her. At the same time, Kelsey was bending over her from behind and dragging her stiff, pink nipples across her face. Karen could feel the cock sliding in and out while she also fastened on a nipple and sucked it into her mouth.

She choked a bit from the blinding flash of lust and nearly fell. Kelsey grabbed for her arm, a look of concern on her face. "Hey, are you okay?"

Clearing her throat, Karen nodded. "Just tireder than I thought," she said weakly. Kelsey gave her a slightly odd look and turned to continue, but Karen grabbed her hand. "Kel, you know you�re my very best friend, right?" She was afraid she sounded a little desperate, but Kelsey gave her a warm smile.

"I know. Just like you�re my best friend. There could never be anyone closer." She cocked her head and squeezed Karen�s fingers. "What�s the matter?"

Karen shrugged. "Nothing, really. It�s just, . . . it�s been kind of a strange evening, you know?" She took a deep breath. "Kel, . . . would it be too weird if I said I love you?"

He friend blinked and looked at her for a second, then pulled her into a hug. "God, Karen, I love you too! I don�t care if it�s weird. You�re my friend, and my sister, and, and, . . . everything else." She was whispering into Karen�s ear and the warmth of her breathing made her skin tingle.

They clutched each other tightly for a minute or two and Karen could feel the other girl�s unharnessed breasts pressing against hers. And when she drew back an inch, she found the two of them nose to nose. Without thinking what she was doing, she fastened her mouth to Kelsey�s and felt her friend�s lips pressing back. Their mouths ground together and the tips of their tongues touched and they pressed their bodies even closer together.

When they finally separated, they just stared at each other for a moment. Then Kelsey murmured, "God, that felt good." For some reason, this sent Karen into a fit of giggles, in which the other girl immediately joined. In seconds, they were clutching each other to keep from falling down in their hilarity. They walked the rest of the way home through the sand holding hands, hips bouncing against each other

"Have a good time?" Heather�s voice drifted in from the living room, sounding sleepy, as the two girls tiptoed across the kitchen.

Kelsey glanced at Karen and shrugged. "Yeah, it was okay," she replied, pushing through the swinging kitchen door. "Met some new people, and danced a little, and just hung out. I think we�re both ready for bed, though."

"Me, too," her mother said, pushing herself up off the sofa with a yawn. Kelsey knew she�d been waiting up but neither of them would embarrass the other by mentioning it. Heather led the way up the stairs with Kelsey right behind her. Karen found herself staring at her friend�s ass all the way up.

Heather kissed them both good-night, then shut her bedroom door behind her with a soft click. The two girls entered their own room across the hall and sat on the two twin beds facing each other. They simply stared at each other for a few seconds, then Karen cleared her throat.

"You know what I really want to do?" she whispered.

Kelsey glanced at the closed door. "Yeah, . . . I think maybe I do." She licked her lips. "So, tell me what you�re thinking."

"For real? Right now, I�m wishing I had a dick so I could fuck my best friend with it." Must be all that orange juice, she thought, as both of them clapped their hands over their mouths, eyes sparkling.

"Kind of unfair, isn�t it? Both sexes ought to come with a full set of organs, so everyone could do everything to everyone else." Kelsey got up and moved over beside Karen. "I want to touch you," she continued huskily. "If you want me to stop, just say so, okay? �Cause I really don�t know what I�m doing."

"Same here," Karen replied. Then she slipped her hand behind the other girl�s head and kissed her as thoroughly as she knew how. Kelsey put her arms around her friend�s waist and kissed her back. They had kissed each other on the lips before, but only a quick peck, as a thank-you or a fond goodbye. Never with this passion, until a few minutes ago on the beach. Karen was beginning to feel that tingling sensation she got in her stomach around boys she had the hots for.

After several minutes of grinding their mouths together and probing with their tongues, it occurred to Kelsey that they had fallen over sideways together across the narrow bed. Now she struggled to push herself upright. Karen didn�t want to stop kissing but she didn�t object when Kelsey yanked her tee-shirt over her head, then began pushing her own shirt up. In three more seconds, they were both half-naked.

Kelsey bent and began licking the other girl�s nipples, first one and then the other. Karen jerked once with electric shock, then began moaning softly. She tangled her fingers in Kelsey�s hair and pulled her closer. But it was clear that Karen wanted a nipple of her own to attack and it took them only a moment to both squirm around so that Karen lay on her back along the length of the bed while Kelsey leaned over her from behind. Now her larger breasts brushed across Karen�s face and all four nipples were quickly becoming stiff from the wet attention being paid to them.

Karen would have been happy to continue sucking and being sucked all night long but Kelsey was a natural escalator. She always wanted more. She finally hopped up off the bed and moved down between Karen�s feet.

"Have you ever let a boy lick you between your legs?" Her whisper was ragged with horniness.

Karen shook her head. "No, not yet."

Kelsey unbuttoned her friend�s shorts and began working them down the long smooth legs as quickly as she could, along with the panties. "Neither have I. I didn�t trust myself, or them. So I�m making this up as I go along, okay?" She tossed the wadded up shorts after their tee-shirts as she gazed down at the naked body squirming before her.

Karen saw the look in her eyes and swallowed, then spread her slender thighs. Kelsey scooted down, her knees at the very bottom of the bed and her face an inch away from a bare, smooth pussy. She remembered how exciting it had been only an hour or so before when she had some boy�s cock throbbing in her mouth, the taste of it, imagining what it would feel like to have it jammed up in her cunt. Now her mind had flipped around somehow and she wanted more than anything to taste Karen in the same way — sort of.

Lowering her face close, she gently separated the soft, moist lips with her finger tips and inhaled the sweet aroma. She had examined her own crotch as closely as she could in the mirror, but she wasn�t a contortionist. She had never studied a clitoris so close-up before and she was fascinated by its small, stiff pinkness. It protruded from its sheath maybe a quarter of an inch and it seemed to be throbbing as she watched. Carefully, she put out her tongue and licked it up and down. Karen gasped and lifted her hips, trying to cram her pussy into Kelsey�s mouth.

Her friend fastened her front teeth around the tiny column and sucked hard, tugging it a little farther out into the open. Karen�s thighs began to tremble and her moans increased until she clapped a hand over her own mouth.

Feeling a growing tingle between her own legs, Kelsey dropped her chin, stuck her tongue as deeply as she could into the bottom of Karen�s pussy, and dragged it upward through the warm wetness. She heard a gasping "Oh. My. God." There was an amazing amount of juice in there now, enough to puddle on her tongue.

A few minutes of this, with Karen�s thigh muscles quivering so, and Kelsey couldn�t stand it any longer. She could feel the wetness practically dribbling out of her own cunt. She sat up and pushed her hair back. "You gotta do me," she said huskily.

She hurriedly pushed off her own shorts and panties (now very damp) and turned around, carefully lifting her leg and placing a knee on either side of her friend�s shoulders. Again, "sixty-nine" was something she was familiar with only in theory, but it seemed so obvious now that they were here. She felt Karen�s hands spreading out over her ass, pulling her pelvis downward and then the lightning bolt of another tongue licking at her own clit. She shuddered and immediately returned her attention to the hot wetness before her.

Soon, the girls had synchronized their tongues, licking each other�s clits in tandem like two rowers on the same bench. They kept at it for perhaps five minutes, speeding up little by little, until Karen felt a sudden tenseness in the other girl�s thighs, pressed against her shoulders, and then a fluttering of her friend�s stomach muscles against hers.

"She�s coming," Karen realized with amazement. "I�m actually making her come!" And that was all it took to trigger her own orgasm, her fingertips digging into the smooth naked pussy above her face.

A few moments later, Kelsey rolled off her, got slowly turned around, and crawled up to share the same pillow. "That was incredible," Karen whispered. She kissed Kelsey lingeringly on the lips. "First time anyone but me has ever made me come."

Kelsey smiled, then leaned down and kissed the nearest nipple. "Happy to have been of service. You know, . . . there was this video clip I saw. . . ."

Karen giggled and shook her head. Her friend was always regaling her with the discoveries she had made in her pursuit of dirty movies online. God knew how she found them all. "Something lesbian, I suppose."

"Yeah. Well, two girls anyway, but I�d seen one of them in another clip being fucked by two guys at once, so I don�t think she was, you know, a card-carrying queer." Then she had to stop for a moment while her friend stifled another fit of giggles. "One of them had this fake dick," she went on, "like a dildo? But it was attached to a harness kind of thing so it stuck out in front, like a real one. And she used it to fuck the other girl from behind, just like a boy. Sort of like, anyway. I mean, there�s no nerves in it, obviously, so there�s no actual sensation of having a penis. And of course you can�t come, not like a boy does. Still, with a little imagination. . . ."

"That might be fun," Karen replied thoughtfully. "But I can�t see either of us browsing around in a sex shop, can you? We couldn�t pass for twenty-one, or whatever. And neither of us has a credit card, so we can�t buy one online." She paused a moment. "You think Rent-a-Center might carry them?" She added brightly, and it was Kelsey�s turn to have a giggling fit.

The two of them lay in each other�s arms while they cooled down from their exertions and their nerves settled. Karen finally stirred. "I�m still thinking about boys, Kel."

"So am I. Don�t worry about it. We can just play by our own rules."

"Yeah, I guess. It�s just a little confusing." She turned her head so they were nose to nose. Kelsey�s hand was moving on her abdomen in slow, comforting circles. "You know what I was thinking? I was imagining what it will be like when I finally do it with a boy. The whole thing, you know, white stuff all over the place. And I realized something: When that moment comes, I want you with me. I want to be able to hold your hand while he�s fucking me, whoever he is."

There was a lengthy pause. Kelsey cleared her throat. "You, um, you want me in bed with the two of you? Like, naked? Are we talking about a threesome?"

Karen shrugged. "No. Not necessarily. I dunno. Maybe." She cupped the other girl�s breast in her hand and received a sigh in response. "I was thinking about moral support, but maybe—-" She shrugged again. "Does it sound crazy?"

"Actually, it sounds kind of sexy. Watching a guy�s cock going into you. Maybe I could sort of guide it in? And then, while he�s doing the in-and-out, I could, like, slip my hand in behind his ass and play with his balls, or something."

Karen stared at her, eyes wide. "God, you�re even more perverted than I am."

Kelsey smiled. "Here�s an idea," she said. "Why don�t we plan the whole thing together? We each pick a boy we really want to do it with, and then we arrange a double date. And we get screwed in the same bed at the same time, right beside each other. How does that sound?"

Karen thought about it for a long moment, picturing the two them lying there naked, hips pressed against each other, each taking a big cock into themselves. The thought of being fucked and sharing it with her closest friend, and watching her being fucked at the same time, . . . god, it was nearly overwhelming. And maybe, if everything went exactly right, they could actually swap boys and do it again. God.

She cleared her throat. "I�m in," she replied huskily. "We�re going to take our time planning this, right?"

"Of course. We want to do it right. Make up a short list of candidates, and a list of places we might want to use. And I think we ought to schedule it for a year from now — sometime next summer, okay?"

They froze silently at the sound of Heather�s door opening and the sound of bare feet crossing the hall. Kelsey instantly slid out from under the covers and leaped into her own bed, pulling the sheet up over herself.

The door opened quietly and Kelsey�s mother stuck her head in. "Time to quiet down and go to sleep, girls. Karen�s folks called while you were out. They�ll be here before lunch tomorrow and I don�t want them thinking I let the two of you stay up all night. And I want you to tidy the place up, too."

"Don�t worry, Mom." Kelsey�s voice was soft and amused. "We�ll protect your reputation."

Heather smiled at both of them. "Have I ever told you how glad I am that you two became such good friends? You�re both always so well-behaved. You seem to bring out the best in each other." She closed the door behind her again and the girls stared at each other with delight for a moment before they each had to bury their faces in their pillows to stifle their guffaws.

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