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  After a few more soft, sweet pecks to end their kiss, they both pulled back, opened their eyes and smiled somewhat intoxicatingly at each other. Jackie reached back and put her brown hair into a quick bun using an elastic band from around her wrist. She sat up straighter and cleared her throat.

  “That was nice,” said Meredith. “How did that feel?”

  “Good,” said Jackie. “Real good.”

  “No one can see us in here, right?” said Meredith.

  “Right,” said Jackie. “It’s far enough away from the main house and they leave me alone out here.”

  “Okay,” said Meredith, nodding. “Why don’t we get naked?”

  “Okay,” agreed Jackie.

  Meredith quickly pulled her tank top up over her head, popping her two braids up as she did it, and then tossed the shirt to the floor. Underneath she was bare-chested, her breasts small but tight with a tiny nipple dotting each one. Jackie grinned as she watched her friend disrobe, forgetting to also remove her own clothes.

  Standing up, Meredith unbuttoned her cutoff shorts and slid them down over her slender legs, dropping them to the floor and kicking them off. She wore no panties below. Only her trimmed pubic hair, buzzed closely to her skin, adorned her body now. She modeled jokingly for Jackie.

  “Nothing you haven’t seen before,” said Meredith, morphing her model pose into a more military style stance, straight and upright. She turned around once so that Jackie could see all sides of her fully nude, thin and lithe body.

  “You’re so pretty,” said Jackie with lust in her eyes.

  “Why are you just sitting there?” said Meredith. “Off with your clothes!”

  “Oh!” exclaimed Jackie, hopping up off the couch. She removed her tank top to reveal a powder blue bra underneath, which she also deftly removed and tossed the articles down onto the floor. Her breasts were bigger than Meredith’s, but still stuck out firmly. Below her chest was a small belly hanging just slightly over her sleepover shorts. She threaded her fingers into the elastic of her shorts and took them down over her ass, down her legs, and off her feet. Jackie was also without panties underneath, but her mound of pubic hair was more wild and longer than Meredith’s.

  “You’re not wearing any panties either?” said Meredith, laughing now.

  “I guess not!” said Jackie, blushing softly.

  “We’re just a couple of farm girls with no panties,” said Meredith. She approached Jackie now and hugged her and their soft flesh collided, slightly sticky from the summer humidity. Meredith felt the warmth coming off of Jackie and collapsed further into their embrace.

  “Meredith, you’re very beautiful,” reiterated Jackie. “I mean, like, hot.”

  “You’re beautiful too, Jackie,” said Meredith.

  “Well, I’m kinda pudgy,” Jackie said, looking down at her tummy.

  “Nonsense,” said Meredith. “I love you just as you are. Pudgy. Lesbian. Whatever!”

  “Thank you,” said Jackie, leaning in and kissing Meredith’s neck tenderly. Meredith craned her neck out to allow Jackie better access and Jackie took her cue, softly pecking at Meredith’s glistening skin.

  “What do you want to do to me?” said Meredith, closing her eyes, a smile on her lips.

  “Well,” said Jackie, pulling back from her kissing. “Do you think I could explore your pussy?”

  “Sure,” said Meredith. She stepped back from their hug and sauntered over to the couch, plopping down on it. Meredith laid back and rested her head on the couch arm. She then propped her legs up, feet on the couch, knees in the air, and widened them to open herself up to her friend. Smiling, she motioned for Jackie to come over.

  Jackie could barely contain herself at this invitation. She swiftly leapt onto the couch and positioned herself on her knees between Meredith’s legs, Jackie’s hands wrapping around Meredith’s calves and stroking them slowly. She gazed into Meredith’s pussy, noticing just a hint of wetness coming from it.

  “Touch me,” said Meredith. She dug herself further into the couch, stretching out a bit.

  Jackie moved one hand toward Meredith’s pussy and cupped it gently, resting her palm on Meredith’s shorn mound. Her fingers began to explore Meredith’s puffy lips, caressing them lovingly, tracing her fingertips over the soft skin.

  “Mmm,” moaned Meredith quietly. “That feels good.”

  Jackie went from cupping Meredith’s pussy, to tracking a single finger up her slit. She moved her other hand to her own pussy and stroked it delicately as she parted Meredith’s lips with her forefinger, dragging it upwards smoothly with the help of Meredith’s wetness.

  “Can I kiss it?” asked Jackie sheepishly.

  “Mm hmm,” said Meredith, nodding, her eyes still closed.

  Jackie now leaned deeper between Meredith’s legs and splayed herself out on the couch. She placed one hand on Meredith’s lower stomach and then moved her face in. Planting soft kisses along Meredith’s slit, Jackie also continued the calm prodding with her forefinger.

  “Oh!” called out Meredith. “Mmm, Jackie.”

  Jackie kissed Meredith’s pussy deeply now, pushing her lips between Meredith’s slit, getting some of Meredith’s moisture on her mouth. She stuck out her tongue and pressed it into Meredith’s lips, dragging it upwards until she reached Meredith’s clit. Jackie focused on her clit for a moment, flicking her tongue against it and sucking the moisture from around it.

  Meredith lifted one leg up and hung it over the back of the couch, giving her friend even more space to explore. She felt woozy and good, a grin etched across her face. The gentle licking from Jackie’s tongue up and down her pussy lips brought her immense pleasure and she drifted off into a contented sense of gratification.

  “You taste nice,” said Jackie from between Meredith’s legs, unhurriedly lapping up the length of her womanhood.

  “Mmm, I feel really wet,” said Meredith.

  “You are wet,” said Jackie. She poked her finger between Meredith’s lips, spreading them just slightly, and saw a glimmering bead of pussy grool, that beautiful moist wetness, carefully oozing out from Meredith’s insides.

  “Will you stick your fingers in me?” said Meredith, spreading her legs out as far as she could in her position, with one arm draped above her head and behind the couch arm, the other rubbing her nipple leisurely.

  Jackie complied. Putting her middle and forefingers together she cautiously and slowly slid them between Meredith’s pussy lips and inside her moistening hollow. This motion made Meredith arch her back and stick her stomach out, a long and low moan emitting from her mouth. Back and forth Jackie moved her fingers, entering and exiting Meredith, her fingers adoringly thrusting.

  Moving her head down once more, Jackie pursed her lips against Meredith’s clit and suckled on it as her fingers carefully penetrated her friend. Jackie’s face was wet with Meredith’s juices and the feeling of being covered in this wetness made Jackie herself moist between her legs. She concentrated on doling out this pleasure, trepidations moving through her mind, unsure if she was doing this all correctly. But Meredith’s moans were enough incentive for her to continue with her movements, her friend’s noises a barometer for how good she was doing.

  “That’s great, Jackie,” said Meredith. “Keep doing it.”

  Jackie sped up her thrusts now, her two fingers gracefully sliding in and out of Meredith’s throbbing pussy. She could feel Meredith’s muscles tightening and relaxing around her fingers, squeezing to indicate her pleasure. Her tongue licked at Meredith’s clit, which was becoming creamy with Meredith’s juices. That same creamy moisture coated Jackie’s plunging fingers as well.

  “Oh Jackie!” said Meredith, tossing an arm over her eyes and placing her other hand atop Jackie’s head. She began to quiver, her thighs rocking and shaking, bouncing against Jackie’s thrusts. “Don’t stop.”

  Jackie maintained her pace methodically, her mind humming with thoughts of pleasuring her best friend. All she could think about w
as ushering Meredith to completion.

  “Fuck!” cried out Meredith, sitting up suddenly and doubling over, her body shuddering, her hips bucking up off the couch. She braced herself with an arm on the couch back and her other hand on Jackie’s shoulder. Meredith pushed her pelvis out, forcing herself harder against Jackie’s face, crying out in ecstasy, her hand gripping tightly onto the couch.

  Jackie could feel Meredith’s pussy tighten and remain that way over her fingers, so she ceased her thrusting and simply let Meredith clinch. She tried to keep her lips and tongue moving against Meredith’s clit, but it grew difficult with Meredith’s bucking hips.

  “Ooh! Ooh!” cried out Meredith. “Stop, stop, stop.” She slithered around now, her ass collapsing down to the couch cushion, laughing hysterically, and tapped Jackie on the head. Jackie quickly removed her fingers and released Meredith’s clit from her mouth, looking up to her friend, wide eyed, smiling, looking for a response.

  Meredith drew her legs together now, folded over to one side, and lay back against the couch arm. She was red in the face and chest, her breathing heavy, and her eyes squinting closed. Her mouth was a broad grin.

  “Oh Jackie,” she said finally. “That was wonderful.”

  Jackie crawled up next to her on the couch and snaked her arms around Meredith. The two girls lay there, both panting, both trying to calm down, both reveling in the afterglow of this first time experience.

  “I did okay?” said Jackie blushingly. “I mean, I was just trying things.”

  “It was great,” said Meredith, nuzzling her face into her friend’s shoulder. “That was, like, the best orgasm I’ve ever had.”

  “Really?” said Jackie.

  Meredith nodded enthusiastically.

  “I’m really happy,” said Jackie, beaming now and cuddling lovingly into Meredith.

  “Oh my God,” said Meredith. “We have to try that again.”

  “Thank you, Meredith,” said Jackie, her nerves finally subsiding, resting assured that her friend was receptive to her experimentation.

  Meredith fell into a reverie, content and warm, her pussy still pulsating with phantom fingers. She could feel the sticky sweat of her and her friend, flesh tacky against flesh, and she was happy. Fulfilled. Satisfied. It was a humid summer night, an adventurous summer that had only just begun.

  LILY'S KINKY CABIN AFFAIR

  *

  LILY DANGLED HER bare legs off the side of the dock, her feet just touching the lake water below. It was a cool summer day, not too hot and humid and not unseasonably chilly. Minnesota is well known for having days of perfection in the summer and this was indeed one of those days. Pontoon boats could be seen at a distance, skimming over the lake and filled with summer vacationers, a gaggle of kayaks drifted easily through the calmness of the lake, upset on occasion by the wake of a passing boat, and a speedboat stuffed with the goofs of some bachelor party flew by blasting rock music from mounted speakers.

  This was chilling out. This was what summer was all about.

  Just finished with their freshman year of college, Lily and her friend Shannon packed their bags into Lily’s old boxy 90s Volvo and drove from Chicago up to Minnesota to visit Shannon’s family’s cabin on Lake Ossawinnamakee. The two had met attending the School of the Art Institute of Chicago, an art school in the heart of Chicago, and easily became friends. Both girls were 18 years old, were studying visual arts and painting, and neither had lived in a big city before. They both also had a hippie vibe about them and bonded over their similar music tastes. It was an obvious connection.

  Lily smoothed her hands over her shoulder-length blonde hair and adjusted the elastic headband that ran across the middle of her forward to hold her hair in place. Kicking her feet in the water, she made little circles of waves as she relaxed on the dock, watching the amazing summer lake scene unfold in front of her.

  “Hey babe,” said Shannon, walking down the dock and holding two red plastic cups.

  “Yo,” said Lily, looking up and smiling at Shannon as she approached.

  “I thought you might like a drink,” said Shannon, handing one cup to Lily and then sitting down next to her.

  “What is it?” asked Lily, looking into the cup and swirling the liquid inside around lazily.

  “It’s one of those canned margarita things with some ice cubes in it,” said Shannon.

  “Excellent,” said Lily, now taking a sip.

  “Isn’t it beautiful out here?” said Shannon, sipping from her cup as well and scooting closer to Lily.

  “Dude,” said Lily enthusiastically. “This place is amazing. What an awesome lake.”

  “Yeah,” said Shannon. “I mean, the cabin is a little rustic but it’s insane up here. Lots of fun. We’ve got a canoe we can use sometime and we might even be able to hitch a ride on our neighbor’s pontoon,” she said, setting her cup down on the dock and easing back on her arms. Shannon wore short shorts and a white half tee that exposed her soft, flat stomach.

  “What’s that other little cabin over there by ours?” said Lily, pointing over to a small wooden shack just down the slope from the main cabin.

  “That?” said Shannon, looking over her shoulder. “Oh, that’s the sauna. It’s an old style wood-burning sauna.”

  “How does that even work?” said Lily.

  “There’s a little fireplace type thing on one side,” said Shannon. “You get a fire going, add some water to this other part, and it steams the room up. It’s great. Take a steam, then jump in the lake.”

  “Wow,” said Lily. “Can we do that?”

  “Of course!” said Shannon. “I know how to make it work.”

  The girls sat there on the dock in silence for a few moments, both with contented smiles on their faces, relaxing and enjoying the sudden slowness they were now privileged with, being up north here in Minnesota contrasted nicely against their usual busy city lives. A subtle shade hovered over where they sat on the dock and a cool breeze wafted up from the lake, cutting the summer heat perfectly and leaving behind the most temperate, impeccable weather.

  “I love you up here,” said Shannon absentmindedly, looking off into the lake.

  “What?” said Lily, caught off guard slightly and looking inquisitively at her friend.

  “I mean, I love it up here,” corrected Shannon, smiling sheepishly. “Sorry. I love it up here.”

  “All right,” giggled Lily nervously.

  Shannon looked over at Lily and smiled, peering at her friend longingly, her face belying her slip up in speech. Lily noticed Shannon looking at her, returned her friend’s smile, but the entire exchange made her feel a bit anxious and confused. This wasn’t the first time that Shannon had said something like that. Lily remembered other scenes in her head of Shannon acting a little goofy around her. Hugging her for what seemed like just a bit too long, kissing her on the lips when they greeted, holding her hand once as they walked through the art museum.

  It all made Lily just feel a bit strange. Like she was being courted. Like Shannon was searching for something more from Lily. Sometimes, the way Shannon would operate, it made Lily feel as though Shannon was acting like a boy around her.

  Taking another sip of her drink, Lily pondered this thought further. While these varied instances made her feel a bit uncomfortable, she could admit that she certainly liked the attention of her friend. Since moving to Chicago, neither of them had had any meaningful relationship with a boy. There were some cool guys at school, but most of them were just weird. That’s art school for you. So it was nice hanging out with Shannon. Sometimes it was as though they were going on dates. Lily thought that to be unnerving, strange, and a bit awkward. Was she dating Shannon? Did Shannon think she was dating Lily?

  Maybe this was the time to address it, Lily thought. She really didn’t know what to think but they were great friends already and bringing this all up shouldn’t really affect their time together up here at the lake. Shannon was easy going. They could both brush the whole thi
ng off if it suddenly got a little weird.

  “Yo Shannon,” said Lily, putting a smile on her face and building up the courage inside to broach the topic.

  “Yeah?” said Shannon, adjusting her position on the dock and sitting up. She took her cup in both hands and waited for Lily to continue.

  “Stop me if this is weird,” started Lily.

  “Okay,” said Shannon, a bit confused but interested.

  “Sometimes I feel something kinda odd between us,” said Lily. “I mean, the way you treat me sometimes.”

  “How do I treat you?” said Shannon.

  “I guess, I feel like… “ said Lily, trailing off and collecting her thoughts. “I feel like you treat me like you like me or something.”

  “I do like you,” said Shannon with a laugh.

  “No,” said Lily. “I mean, like you like me like me.”

  “Oh,” said Shannon, looking off into the lake slightly.

  “Like sometimes you reach out to hold my hand,” said Lily. “Or you kiss me in a certain way.”

  “Hmm,” mused Shannon.

  “I don’t mean to make our trip weird or anything,” said Lily. “It’s not weird. I’m just bringing it up to talk honestly about it.”

  “Okay,” said Shannon, moving her gaze back to Lily now. “Well, I guess I do like you. Like you like you.”

  “What?” said Lily, now surprised by what she had opened up.

  “Well,” started Shannon. “I mean, I like boys but I also feel like maybe I like you as well. I can’t explain it. It’s just how I feel.”

  “Wow,” said Lily. “I’m kinda blown away.”

  “I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this before,” said Shannon. “But you’re right. I think the way I’ve been acting around you is kinda like I like you.”