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My Last Summer at Home - 5
by stifleurself (stifleurself@gmail.com)

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First time lesbian adventure between best friends in 
small Iowa town. (FF-teens, 1st-lesbian-exper)

***

When I look back now I can barely recognize the girl I 
was at 19, that summer before I left for Iowa State. 
That small town catholic girl, who didn't have her first 
orgasm until she was 19, is worlds away from the woman I 
became. I was really confused that summer about my new 
fluid sexual identity that was forming. 

The "lesbian" label is never something I've been 
comfortable with adopting, and not because I think there 
is anything wrong those who choose to do so. Because of 
my small town religious upbringing I would have avoided 
that label when I was young, but eventually I realized 
it just didn't define who I am. 

I'm not even really comfortable with the bi-sexual 
label, because most people assume those who adopt that 
label are sex crazy. My preferences are very fluid and 
usually it's not the gender of a person that draws me 
in, it's just the person.

My world was really changing that year I got to spend my 
last whole summer at home. Me and Jill were moving 
quickly into this sexual relationship that was a really 
new experience for both of us. Jill's interest in girls 
started early that summer after a brief adventure with 
the school's prom queen. 

The whole thing was just so unbelievable at first, Jill 
and little miss perfect, Beth Carter. When I finally got 
to know Beth away from school, it was even crazier to 
find out how much of a closeted lesbian sex pot she was. 
She was ready to dive head first into the honeypot of 
girl on girl sex in a way that me and Jill weren't 
entirely prepared for.

Jill had invited me over to the Carter's for the 4th of 
July after confessing of a little touching and kissing 
one weekend with Beth. They had had been drinking wine 
and decided to go for a midnight dip while their parents 
were playing cards. When they were changing into their 
swimsuits, Beth aggressively moved things forward. 

She had just grabbed Jill's hand and pulled it to her 
little waxed wet pussy, while shoving her tongue in 
Jill's mouth. It was the wildest thing this small town 
girl had heard of, up to that point. It definitely made 
a visit to the Carter's sound a lot more interesting.

On July 4th I picked up Jill at 5 o'clock and we headed 
over to the Carter's with our bikinis on under some 
Metallica t-shirts and cutoffs. I'd seen the house from 
the road many times, but when we pulled into the U 
shaped drive and got closer, it looked huge. The 
Carter's owned the local car dealership that had been in 
the Carter family since the 60's. At the time they 
seemed like millionaire's to me, but their McMansion was 
just like all the other cookie cutter houses in the 
fancy neighborhoods in Des Moines or Omaha. Beth's 
yellow Jeep was out front with a perfectly clean and 
polished little body, just like the driver.

"Jill, are you sure this is cool, me coming over today? 
I'm not so sure about this, and I'm not taking any shit 
from Beth. If she cops her "oh my god I'm so popular" 
attitude today, I'm outta here."

She smiled and poked my forehead. "Just be cool Tanya, 
Beth is a lot different away from school. She's actually 
pretty easy to talk to, and cusses like a sailor when 
she's away from her parents."

"OK, but I'm serious. I won't make a scene or anything, 
because your mom and her mom are so close, but I'm not 
putting up with any B.S. If she pisses me off I'm 
leaving, and I'll come back later and get you."

"It'll be cool I promise, don't get your panties in a 
wad." I punched her in the shoulder before she finished, 
and grabbed the door handle.

As we climbed out of my pick-up, Beth came flying up the 
driveway on a dirt bike. A bright red one, with knobby 
tires and it was covered with mud. She had mud 
splattered on her black boots and jeans. Her blonde hair 
was pulled back and a red handkerchief was tied to the 
ponytail. 

She skidded to a stop in front of us killing the engine, 
and pulled on her t-shirt a few times to fan herself. 
"Marshall Amplification" was printed across the front of 
the black t-shirt, a V was cut in the neck low enough to 
reveal a little cleavage and the sleeves were cut off. 
This was sure as hell not the Beth I used to see in high 
school, she looked like a damn model from a beer 
commercial.

"Hey Jill, what's up chick? You brought Tanya today, hey 
Tanya."

"You're cool with Tanya hanging out, right?"

Beth untied the handkerchief and shook her wavy blond 
hair and shot me a mischievous look. "Fucking A, this is 
going to be awesome. Shit Tanya that truck is cherry; an 
International Harvester, those things are fucking tanks. 
You guys do a frame off restoration on that?"

Now I was speechless. She not only showed appreciation 
for my favorite possession, she knew what it was, and 
understood the work we put into to restoring it. My 
brilliant response was like something Rickey would say. 
"Uh... yes."

"Awesome, it's so cool a hot chick drives that around 
town instead one of those dorky farm boys that spit 
tobacco down the door. It'd be awesome to drive it 
sometime; I'll trade you my Jeep."

She was busting my balls just like Jill and I do to each 
other all the time. This thankfully brought me out of my 
state of dorkyness. "In your dreams, nobody is driving 
that panty dropper around town but me."

"Good answer," she smirked. "We are going to have some 
fun tonight bitches. I need to go take a shower, you 
guys come up to my room while I get cleaned up."

We had to go through the garage so we could drop off 
Beth's clothes in the mud room before going upstairs to 
her room. She pulled off her boots as soon as we got 
inside, and then peeled her jeans and t-shirt off. She 
threw her clothes in one of the two washers they had in 
there, and had us follow her up a back stairway that 
went right up to her room. 

I was right behind her as we climbed the stairs and her 
perfect little butt was right in front of me, covered by 
a tiny pair of yellow lacy panties that matched her bra. 
I don't think I had ever owned matching underwear at 
that point in my life. Jill was right; she looked even 
more perfect with no clothes on.

I could smell her all the way up the stairs. Musky but 
sweet, definitely a girly smell, but not like the locker 
room at school. I could hear my heart beat in my ear 
drums when we got up to her room. I didn't understand it 
at the time, I was too naive. It was sexual excitement. 
She was the most popular girl in school, always the 
queen of the ball, the forbidden fruit for any girl. Now 
she was being a real person, a cool girl that rides dirt 
bikes and knows about cars. The bitch was smoking hot 
even when she was sweaty and dirty.

Her room was gigantic; it was basically the entire 
second story over their three car garage. She had her 
own little kitchen in one corner, and a separate area 
with a leather couch and some bean bag chairs 
surrounding a round coffee table. Behind the couch were 
some built in shelves that covered the whole wall. In 
the middle of the built ins was a really cool old school 
Pioneer stereo and turntable. 

The stereo system was surrounded by a bunch of vinyl 
records; she had hundreds. She walked over to the window 
on the other side of the room and flipped on the box fan 
that was facing out. She reached under the coffee table 
and pulled out a tray with a little pile of weed, a pack 
of papers and 6 perfectly rolled joints.

"Help yourself. Its killer weed, so you guys might want 
to share one. Just try to blow the smoke at the fan. I'm 
going to hit the shower, and then we can go have dinner. 
My dad's making bacon wrapped fillets. "

We plunked down in the huge bean bag chairs and Jill 
picked up a joint and smelled it. "Well, should we?"

"I don't know if I can handle it. I get paranoid when I 
smoke, and we're going to have to sit and eat dinner 
with your parents, and Beth's parents."

Jill lit one up anyway and took a big long hit, then 
handed it to me with puffed out cheeks, trying to hold 
the smoke in. I took a big a hit and immediately started 
coughing when the heavy smoke hit my lungs. Then Jill 
started to cough because I made her laugh, and reached 
over for the joint so she could take another hit. I kept 
thinking this was a bad idea, but I grabbed it again and 
took two more hits, then gave the joint back to Jill.

"No more Jill, that's it; I'm going to be blasted when 
we go down for dinner. "

I floated out of the chair over to Beth's record 
collection to scope out her tastes. It was alphabetized 
and the collection was perfect, just like her house, and 
her jeep and her tan little body. I started from the 
bottom right and moved to the left. I didn't recognize 
some of them, but I noticed a lot of the same bands that 
dad and uncle Stu used to listen to. On that bottom 
shelf she seemed to have everything ever released by ZZ 
Top, The Who, Van Halen, Bob Seger, The Rolling Stones, 
Queen, Pink Floyd, Metallica, Motorhead, Motley Crue, 
Montrose, Led Zepplin and everything in between. 

I looked at the top shelf and started from the left; 
AC/DC, Aerosmith, The Allman Brothers, The Beatles, 
Boston... and it went on and on. I pulled down the first 
release from Boston and flipped it over to look at the 
song titles. Written in ink at the bottom was "To T.C., 
the best boyfriend ever, from J.T. Aug 1976". It was a 
gift from Beth's mom to her dad when they were in middle 
school, what a trip. All the albums were probably the 
original ones from back in the day.

I lifted the album up and breathed in, it smelled just 
like that vintage record store in The Old Market in 
Omaha. I took the record out of the sleeve and looked at 
both sides. It was perfect, no scratches. I switched on 
the old Pioneer receiver and could see the glow of the 
tubes through the top vents. I gently placed the record 
on the turn table and pushed play, then plopped back 
down on the bean bag. The first song started as the 
needle crackled on the vinyl, and the sound was perfect 
and warm.

"I looked out this morning and the sun was gone. Turned 
on some music to start my day. I lost myself in a 
familiar song. I closed my eyes and I slipped away."

"It's more than a feeling (more than a feeling).When I 
hear that old song they used to play (more than a 
feeling). I begin dreaming (more than a feeling). 'till 
I see Marianne walk away. I see my Marianne walkin' 
away."

The music swirled around the room; our heads already 
numb form the half of a joint. We leaned back and lost 
all track of time. We listened to the second song, then 
the third. The wild beginning to "Long Time" was so 
cool; my dad told me it was recorded in the guitar 
player's basement before there was even a full band.

When we got almost to the end of the third song, right 
when the heavy riffs kick in, Beth came running out of 
the bathroom. She was wearing just a little pink towel 
and yelled "Awesome Song!" She played air guitar with 
her feet wide apart, making high sweeps with her right 
hand to the rhythm of the guitar. Her towel slipped to 
floor while she had her arm high in the air; and there 
she was, totally naked.

We hadn't been at her house longer than 30 minutes, and 
she had managed to get naked in front of us already. No 
tan lines, no pubic hair, and everything had a perfect 
shape and size. She's maybe 5'5" 110 lbs., and her boobs 
look big but not too big. They had no sag, and perfectly 
placed smooth, quarter sized areola with pencil eraser 
nipples. She screeched and grabbed her towel, laughing 
hysterically as she ran back to her bathroom. Jill wolf 
whistled and leaned back on the bean bag kicking her 
feet and laughing, and that got me started. It was so 
very funny, because we were so very high.

Jill came back out a few minutes later with her bikini 
on. It was red, white, and blue with stars and stripes, 
the coolest swim suit I had ever seen. It barely covered 
her boobs, and the bottom half was so small, it was half 
way in her butt crack. She spun around giving us the 
whole view. "It's my 4th of July suit, mom got it for me 
in Ames, you like?"

"It's fucking sexy girl; you wear that around your Dad?" 
Jill asked wide eyed.

"Yeah right, he'd have a heart attack. I'll wear a cover 
up until tonight when we can get the pool to ourselves." 
She then turned around and gave her butt a little 
wiggle, and grabbed a cover up from her dresser. Before 
we went down to eat, Beth sat and smoked the half of a 
joint we left on her rolling tray. It was such strong 
weed; she must have had a lot more practice smoking than 
we did. I couldn't have smoked all that, I would've been 
a zombie at dinner.

When Beth was done she looked over at me. "Tanya my 
dear, you have Chinese eyes, you better use some Visine 
before we go down for dinner. Come on I've got some in 
my bathroom, follow me." Her bathroom looked like 
something you'd see in a fancy hotel. It had a huge open 
shower with no doors, stone tile everywhere and a long 
counter with all of her makeup and skin care stuff 
neatly in trays. "Sit on this stool. Since you probably 
don't do this too often, I'll help you get some drops in 
your eyes."

I sat down and leaned my head back as she placed one of 
her perfectly manicured hands on the back of my neck. 
Beth placed two drops perfectly on each eyeball and said 
"blink". I blinked, and then looked into her dark blue 
eyes. She stared back at me and smiled, then leaned in 
and kissed the tip of my nose.

"There, all better. God I'm so jealous, you have such 
long dark natural eyelashes. You don't even use mascara, 
do you?"

"Thanks and no. I usually don't wear much makeup". I 
tilted my head forward and looked in the mirror at the 
back of her wavy blonde hair, wondering where she was 
going with this. If she was going to kiss me like she 
kissed Jill, I was all for it at this point.

"Yeah I noticed, I wish I could get away with that. You 
have better skin tone than I do, and you probably tan 
easier. I have to be careful until I get a good tan 
going, I burn easy. You ready to eat?"

I looked back at her as she flashed those blue eyes and 
a grin, and Van Halen played in my head. "Blue eyed 
murder in a size 5 dress. Change, nothing stays the 
same. Unchained, yeah you hit the ground running." I had 
sure hit the ground running this summer.

"Yeah, I'm fucking starving."

"You got the munchies girl, my weed is kick ass. Let's 
go."

We had a great dinner, and talking to her parents was a 
blast. They weren't stuck up like I thought rich people 
would be. They asked about my plans after school, and if 
I had a boyfriend, to which I simply answered "no." I 
had no intention of saying anything about Tommy Martin. 
That heart break seemed a world away now; even though it 
was only a month ago. We talked about music and cars 
until almost 9 o'clock and then all the parents went 
inside to play cards.

We made our way down to the cabana by the pool where 
Beth had stashed two bottles of wine. We peeled off our 
t-shirts and cutoffs, and then lazily hung to the side 
of pool until both bottles of wine were gone. My whole 
body was numb again when we got out to go pee. We took 
turns using the bathroom and then Beth switched on the 
hot tub bubbles and lights, and dimmed all the other 
lights around the pool. 

Jill was in need of a smoke by now, and stood behind the 
cabana to sneak one in while me and Beth climbed into 
the swirling bubbles. I was really in heaven in all that 
warm water, my eyes were heavy from the wine but my body 
felt weightless.

That's when the Jaws theme should have played to warn me 
of the attack. As soon as Beth climbed in the hot tub, 
she kneeled down in front of me. She had a hungry look 
and lunged for me and grabbed my boobs, forcing her 
tongue into my mouth. It was so aggressive; Beth kissed 
almost like a boy. She squeezed my breasts hard and 
swirled her tongue around mine slowly, groaning with a 
low pitched growl. 

She was as a horny as a boy too. I grabbed her firm 
little butt and pulled her in, getting as aggressive as 
she was. Then things moved along faster, and before I 
knew it she was lifting my butt up off the seat. My 
boobs came up as her head tilted down and then she bit 
my left nipple through my suit. I could feel Beth really 
squeezing my butt while moving both of her hands around, 
trying to get her fingers under my suit.

"Jesus you two, already? I wasn't gone for more than 5 
minutes," Jill whispered when she came back and caught 
us.

We stopped and looked up panting; still in shock form 
all that sexual tension we had just released. Jill held 
her index finger up to her lips, "shhhhhh." She looked 
towards the house and then slipped her top and bottoms 
off right there. She jumped in beside me totally nude 
and kissed me with her mouth open, searching frantically 
for my tongue as Beth watched. 

Then she leaned up and kissed Beth as I watched, and I 
thought my heart was going to beat through my chest. It 
looked so sexy to see the two hottest girls I knew 
pushing their mouths together, and they were really 
getting into it.

When they stopped Beth looked at me and her eyes almost 
burned through my skull. She slipped my top down and 
latched on to my right nipple with her mouth, while 
under the water she slipped two fingers from her left 
hand under my suit. She wiggled them against my now wet 
slit and they slipped in easily, while she sucked hard 
on my nipple. Jill leaned in from the side and started 
kissing me again.

It wasn't as strong this time because I was so buzzed 
from the wine, but my 2nd orgasm ever started to wash 
over me. Beth's fingers moved in and out, as Jill 
swirled her tongue around mine. I pulled Beth's head in 
tighter to my boob and lifted my hips as the wave 
crashed over me. 

Sitting in that warm bubbly water, while having an 
orgasm with my best friend and the little queen of our 
high school, my mind flashed to the painting Mrs. 
Thomsen had hanging in the art room at school. It looked 
like a cartoon strip, and the two lovers were leaned in 
for a kiss.

The caption said "We rose up slowly... As if we didn't 
belong to the outside world any longer... Like swimmers 
in a shadowy dream... Who didn't need to breathe..."

To be continued?

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in 
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of 
the scenarios in this story should seriously consider 
seeking professional help.
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