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The Old Swimming Hole (g/g, first) By Lisa and Sharon

   Betsy and Trisha were thoroughly enjoying their midsummer break from
their brothers.  For two whole weeks the boys were off to camp, and Betsy
and Trisha were relishing the air of freedom that prevailed.  Not that
things were all that different.  And yet it seemed as though they were.

   Typical of how things were no different now than when the boys were
around, both Betsy and Trisha had received stern warnings from their Moms
not to be swimming by themselves up at the swimming hole.  Their brothers
had been swimming there by themselves since they were 10, and yet here were
Betsy and Trisha, both 12 and being restricted from doing things just
because they were girls.

   That restriction was now creating a dilemma.  Betsy and Trisha were both
well-behaved, obedient girls, but their hike in the woods had brought them
to the swimming hole.  The cool waters of the little pond looked ever so
inviting.  And having the place all to themselves was nothing short of
incredible!

   "Gee I wish we could go swimming."

   Her friend reciprocated Trisha's mournful complaint.

   "It's not fair that the boys can go swimming whenever they want, but WE
have to have somebody to watch out for us!  We can swim better than the
boys can anyway!"

   "It doesn't matter anyway.  We didn't bring our bathing suits."

   Betsy fell silent, then got a funny look in her eye.  "You know
something, Trisha?  I once spied on my brothers one time when they were up
here.  They didn't have their bathing suits and you know what they did? 
They went SKINNY DIPPING!"

   "You mean they went in bare assed naked?"

   "They sure did!  And you know something else Trisha?  I watched them!"

   Trisha looked at her friend amazed.  "You mean you watched them when
they didn't have any clothes on?"

   "Yeah!  I hid in the bushes and they didn't even know I was around.  And
you know something else.  It was really kind of cool!"

   Now Trisha sense of amazement deepened.

   "Betsy?  What was it like?  You know.  The boys without their clothes on
and stuff?"

   Betsy sat down on the big rock next to the swimming hole and pondered
Trisha's question for a moment.

   "I sort of liked it.  I could see their bums and their little thingies
and stuff.  Being bare-naked didn't seem to bother them though.  They
played on the rope and splashed and did everything they usually do when we
are around.  Except they didn't splash us because we weren't there!  After
a little while you kind of forgot they didn't have clothes on.  I mean,
they were just playing and stuff like they always do.  But when they first
took their clothes off it was kind of different.  Their cocks and stuff
were hanging and bouncing around and I liked watching that."

   "Betsy?  What did that look like?  You know, their cocks and stuff?"

   Betsy turned to look her friend full in the face.

   "Trisha?  Haven't you ever seen a boy bare naked?"

   Trisha just stared at the ground and looked a little embarrassed.  Betsy
immediately sensed the awful truth.  Trisha had never seen a boy without
clothes on!

   "It was really cool, Trisha.  Seeing them with no clothes on was so
different from looking at myself.  It was even different from the time I
surprised Mommy when she was getting dressed and didn't have any clothes
on. I mean like yeah, Mommy had boobies and a lot of hair down there, but
that was all.  She looked just like us, except she had boobies and hair. 
But she didn't have anything down there like the boys' did!  They had stuff
hanging down there!  They had little cocks hanging down like little tubes
and behind their cocks their balls looked just like little bags.  And their
cocks bounced and flopped around when the guys jumped and ran.  But the
weirdest thing was when they came out of the water after swimming.  Their
cocks and balls had all kind of shrunk up.  The cocks were a lot littler
than they had been when the boys first took their clothes off, and their
ball sacks were all pulled up tight.  After the guys had been out of the
water for a while, things kind of went back to the way they had been at
first.  I mean that their cocks and balls hung down like they had before
and bounced and jiggled like before too!"

   Both girls were silent for several minutes contemplating.  Betsy was
thinking about the boys and about them without their clothes on.  It gave
her a tight feeling down between her legs and she liked that feeling. 
Trisha was thinking about something else.

   "Betsy, why don't we go swimming anyway?"

   "Because we didn't bring our suits silly!"

   "Betsy, can't we do what the boys did?  Just go in without our suits?"

   Betsy looked over at Trisha and saw a very different look on her face.
Something more than a look of maybe doing something that they wanted to but
that their Moms had told them not to.  Something primal and earthy, though
Betsy was far too young and innocent to recognize it as that.

   "OK.  But you have to promise never to tell anybody."

   Shyly the girls began to slip out of their sneakers and socks.  Even
more tentatively, Betsy pulled her shirt off over her head while Trisha
slipped her shorts down.  Looking at each other briefly before looking away
somewhat embarrassed, Trisha then took her top off while Betsy removed her
shorts.  The girls had taken off their clothes in front of each other
dozens of times, but each time before they had their swimsuits on
underneath.  They had never been naked in front of the other.  And this
time they would be!

   They paused, each clad only in a pair of little cotton panties.  Betsy's
were white and Trisha's were pink, but otherwise the cut was the same. 
They shyly glanced at each other's topless form, each noting that the other
was just starting to get boobies.  Neither girl was particularly well
endowed yet.  Their nipples were slightly hardened, slightly enlarged bumps
protruding from what had shortly before been flat, featureless chests. 
While far from requiring the support of a bra, their developing titties
showed a slight roundness that hinted at the promise of the glorious
mammary treasures that would soon develop.

   Simultaneously, they hooked their thumbs into the waistband of their
panties and slipped them down and off.  Hesitantly they glanced at each
other's naked body.  Particularly at the slit of flesh at the junction of
their thighs.  After all, neither girl had ever seen another girl naked
(Mommies didn't count), let alone standing naked in front of another.  For
each it felt kind of nice being naked.  It also felt kind of nasty.  And
that made it feel even better!  And while their sensations could not
exactly be termed lustful, each felt a slight tightening down in her own
little girl spot as she looked at her friend's little crevasse.  And that
tightening felt very nice!

   The moment passed and the two girls turned and raced to the water.  In
moments they were yelling and splashing exactly as they had countless times
before.  Lost in their play, each girl soon became quite oblivious to her
own nakedness and that of her friend.

   After a considerable session of swimming and playing and swinging on the
rope, the two tired young ladies hauled themselves out of the water and
stretched out on the grass beside the pond.  At first they just sat there
catching their breath and relaxing after their strenuous play.  But Trisha
soon noticed that Betsy was no longer carrying her half of their
conversation.  She looked over at Betsy and noticed that her friend was
staring at her.  Particularly down at her legs, or more precisely at her
little slit at the junction of her legs.

   "Trisha," Betsy began, sounding very tentative.  "I thought all girls
were supposed to be the same.  But you're different down there than I am."
Betsy's one viewing of her Mother offered no help here, for though Betsy
could definitely tell that Mommy had a slit like her own, the hair that
Mommy had down there obscured the fine details of her feminine apparatus.

   Trisha paused, then looked down at the slit of her sex.  Then she looked
at Betsy's.  Betsy was right!  They were different!  Whereas Betsy had a
tight single slit, Trisha's slit was more divided at the top before merging
to a single grove just at the point where she could not longer see the
grove as it disappeared between her legs.  There was a slight fleshy bulge
forcing the division.  Also, the skin on each side of her slit was not
quite as full and rounded as Betsy's.  Her crotch looked flatter when
compared with Betsy's while Betsy's gave more of an impression of a slight
mound.  If she had stopped to think about that specific feature it might
not have puzzled her as much as it was doing since she was a lot more
slender than Betsy was to begin with.  But Trisha was not being very
analytical at the moment.  She was too intrigued with the actual
characteristics of her friend's little vulva and how they compared with her
own.  Trisha noted that they both looked very sleek and smooth down there.
Neither as yet sported any pubic hair that would obscure a visual study of
her girlish goodies.  It was intriguing.  It was also kind of sexy.

   "Betsy?  I'll let you look at me if I can look at you."

   With that age-old 'Show me yours and I'll show you mine' line, the two
girls looked at each other and nodded their mutual assent.  They shifted
their positions so that they were semi-reclined, each leaning against the
right leg of the other while their left legs were cocked at the knee,
opening and revealing their innocent young snatches for mutual inspection.
Each girl was now free to examine her friend's most special spot.

   Shyly each girl reached out and touched the inner thigh of her friend.
Each was amazed at how soft and smooth the flesh felt.  So much like her
own, and yet so different.  It was also so neat to be able to see
everything down there!  One of the curses of the female anatomy is that a
girl can't see the full details of her own pussy.  And a mirror just isn't
the same.

   After a few minutes of 'get acquainted' touching, each girl's
explorations began to zero in towards her friend's tight sex slit.  And
each girl gave a little shudder of pleasure as her friend's hand closed on
her vulva.  They rubbed and stroked the sensitive flesh that was offered to
them and took full advantage of this unique opportunity to study the
details of a female pussy.  They stroked the soft flesh of each other's
outer labia, and in their stroking parted slightly the slit that ran
through the middle.

   "Oh that feels nice."

   The two girls giggled because the same sentiment had been voiced by each
simultaneously!

   "Do you really like it?" Trisha asked Betsy somewhat hesitantly.

   "Oh do I!  It's even better than … "

   "Than what?"

   Betsy hesitated before replying.  "Even better that when I do it
myself," she finished shyly.

   "Betsy!  Do you really touch yourself down there?" Trisha sounded
amazed. "I thought I was the only girl who did that," she added softly. 
The girls smiled at each other delighting in this little bit of shared
intimacy.

   "Trisha?  Does it feel good when you do it?  It does when I do."

   "Does it ever!  I love how it feels when I rub down there.  It feels all
nice and tingly.  Especially when I touch the little bump in front.  Right
where your finger is now."

   Trisha gave a little shudder of delight as Betsy pressed her finger
harder against the little clitoris in front of her.  Betsy loved being able
to elicit this response from her friend and began rolling and rubbing
Trisha's clit more actively.  In return for this delightful stimulation,
Trisha began to rub her hand harder and faster over the sleek, smooth flesh
of Betsy's vulva.  It always felt good when she did this to herself and she
wanted to make her friend feel that good too.

   As she rubbed her middle finger slipped into the groove of Betsy's sex.
Trisha could feel a moistness there that was just like the wetness she felt
at her own slit when she rubbed herself.  She remembered that the first
time she felt it she thought she had wet herself, but the moisture didn't
smell like pee and it didn't feel like pee.  It felt sort of slippery and
didn't smell bad at all.  Once she had even stuck out her tongue and licked
a little taste of the juice from her fingers!  The taste wasn't bad either!
Of even greater interest to her though, even greater than the discovery
that her friend got slick and wet between her legs just like she did, was
the discovery of a hard little bump nestled between the folds of Betsy's
labia.

   "Oh Betsy!  You have a little bump down between your legs just like I
do! Does it feel good when I touch it?"

   Betsy's response was delayed as she moaned with pleasure as Trisha began
to play with her excited clitty.  Finally Betsy replied, "Does it ever! 
That's where I like to touch myself the best!"

   Encouraged by the knowledge that she was giving her friend the kind of
pleasure that she herself experienced during masturbation, Trish commenced
rubbing Betsy with the same sort of enthusiasm and energy that she
frequently applied to her own pussy late at night when she was supposed to
be asleep.  She rubbed the smooth plain of Betsy's crotch and ran her
fingers up and down and across Betsy's sex slit.  She let her middle finger
press along the length of Betsy's girl gash.  In general she tried to do
everything to Betsy that she enjoyed doing to herself.  It was working as
Betsy's moaning and purring increased.  And Trisha was soon moaning with
pleasure as well for Betsy was rubbing and exploring her pussy with equal
enthusiasm.

   Both girls had experienced the delights of orgasmic relief during their
private masturbation sessions.  Since each was now doing to the other
exactly what she enjoyed doing to herself, not to mention the added
excitement of having someone else to play with, the result was a foregone
conclusion.  The girls' rubbing was soon added to by a mutual squirming and
thrusting of hips.  The little glade in which they lay was full of young
girlish voices moaning of pleasure as each was brought closer and closer to
climax.

   Suddenly Betsy added a new dimension to her manipulation of Trisha's
genitals.  Recently she had been slipping a finger past her outer lips and
deep into her own little hole while she diddled herself and she had really
enjoyed it.  So she figured that if she liked it then Trisha would too!

   Into Trisha's tight little sexual chamber slipped Betsy's finger.  It
felt strange and different and even a little frightening.  It also felt so
incredibly good!  Trisha had let the tip of her own finger probe slightly
between her labia folds before.  She had even slipped her finger inside her
special girl hole.  But just a little way and never as far as Betsy's
finger was currently probing.  Trisha responded to the delightful invasion
with an orgasmic explosion that set her limbs to twitching and quivering.

   Perhaps more involuntarily than by design, Trisha thrust her finger
deeply into Betsy's little cooze.  The effect was the same regardless and
Betsy responded to Trisha's finger inside her by going over the brink into
her own orgasmic whirlpool.  The two girls twitched and moaned their way
through their orgasms, squirmed and bucking their innocent little pussies
around the invading digits.  Occasionally each girl would flex or wiggle
their finger within the folds of her friend's hole.  That just made things
feel ever so much nicer.

   Slowly their sexual tremors subsided.  Betsy turned about so that she
could lie face to face next to Trisha.  The girls were both very quiet,
though there was a great deal of smiling at each other.  Eye contact would
be made and held, then suddenly broken by an intrusion of shyness.  Though
neither girl could fully comprehend all the feelings that were rushing
through her, each basked in their post-orgasmic afterglow and the nearness
of the other's soft, naked body.  Both girls had thoroughly enjoyed their
mutual masturbation and yet they were both a bit uncertain as to exactly
what they should do now.

   "That was nice," Betsy said.  Trisha agreed and leaned over and gave her
friend a kiss.  Despite what they had just experienced together, Betsy was
at first a bit shocked.  Despite the delightful sex play they had just
shared, kissing on the lips seemed so erotically different!  Then she
leaned over and returned Trisha's kiss.  The two girls snuggled together,
very content in the warmth of the summer day and the tenderness of each
other's arms.





   -The End We hope you have enjoyed this, our eighteenth literary effort.
Please feel free to convey comments and suggestions to us at
BYMSAP@aol.com. You can also find our other literary efforts at our free
author page at Kristen's archives at
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   Lisa & Sharon

   

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