By Amanda Lynn
Trish stopped at the end of the path that led to the lake and admired the stretch of white sand, devoid of any rocks or plant life. The beach didn’t take up a lot of shoreline, but what there was of it was perfect. It was evident that it had been sculpted and maintained to give the campers an enjoyable experience.
The warm afternoon sun was bright in the cloudless sky and she shaded her eyes with a hand as she scanned the girls playing in the water or lounging on the beach. A waving hand drew her gaze to where Monica, knee-deep in the lake, was trying to get her attention.
Voices behind her distracted Trish for a moment. She turned to see the four Barbies approaching, looking nearly identical, wearing sheer cover-ups over their bikinis, along with flip-flops and sunglasses. They were walking in pairs, Mercedes and Brittany in front, followed by Tiffany and Alexis, and didn’t show any sign of slowing down or even noticing her. The path was only wide enough for two people to walk side by side, so Trish stepped out of the way.
“Hi,” Trish said with a little wave as they passed.
Alexis was the only one of the four to even glance in Trish’s direction. She acknowledged the greeting with a quick smile before looking away. Trish watched them go and gave a slow shake of her head. How rude. Shrugging, she pushed it from her mind and strolled across the beach in the direction of her friends.
“Hey there, Trish,” a familiar voice from above stopped her midway.
Shading her eyes again, Trish looked up to where an attractive woman sat perched atop the lifeguard chair, then smiled brightly when she recognized Keesha, who looked damn sexy in her bright red one-piece swimsuit and sunglasses. Trish’s belly tightened, remembering that the last time she had spoken to Keesha, the woman had been naked in the public showers at the pool.
“Hi, Keesha.”
“How have you been? Back for another visit with your stepsister?”
“Yeah, I’m here for a month. And I’m good. You?” Trish moved so the sun was to her back. It made it so much easier to ogle Keesha’s body that way.
“I can’t complain. Been busy with school and work. So, are you and your friends having a good time here? Sorry, the lake doesn’t have any water jets for you to play with.”
Trish blushed as she giggled, knowing Keesha was teasing. “Yeah, we’ve been having fun in other ways.”
“I bet you have,” Keesha replied and took her eyes away from the water just long enough to look down at Trish and waggle her eyebrows. She laughed when Trish’s blush deepened, then turned back to the water and added, “Don’t let me keep you from your friends. Maybe we can get together and catch up later?”
Trish thought about that for a second, wondering if Keesha was suggesting something other than a friendly chat. There had been a noticeable sexual tension in that public shower during her last visit, and Keesha had most certainly propositioned her then.
“Okay,” she said softly, “that could be fun.” Trish smiled and gave Keesha a small wave as she turned away. She dropped her beach towel and flip-flops next to Monica’s, then hurried down to the water. The water was colder than she’d expected, and she gasped when it splashed up her legs. Slowing, she made her way to her friends while allowing herself to get used to the water temperature. The sandy bottom fell away at such a gentle slope that by the time she reached Monica, the water barely reached her boobs.
“Nice of you to join us,” Monica teased.
“Now, Monica, she just had to stop and talk to her girlfriend, ya know,” Gabby said, wagging a finger at Monica.
“She’s not my girlfriend!” Trish protested and splashed water at them. She knew they were poking fun because she had gone a little gaga over Keesha the first time they’d met.
“Who’s this girlfriend they’re talking about?” Kat asked, looking questioningly from one girl to the next.
“Keesha, the lifeguard. And she’s not my girlfriend,” Trish replied and shot her stepsister and Gabby an annoyed look.
“She’s pretty hot,” Kat said, looking in the directions of the lifeguard chair. “I don’t know if she would be into girls our age, though.”
“I wouldn’t be too sure about that,” Monica said. Looking pointedly at Trish, she flashed a knowing grin.
Trish fired back a look that said, don’t you dare.
“Why? What aren’t you saying?” Kat asked, looking back and forth between the two of them.
“Nothing. Just saying…” Monica shrugged then fell backward into the water, effectively ending the conversation.
Trish moved into deeper water, stopping when it was up to her neck. Kat followed. Apparently, she wasn’t going to let it go. Trish turned to her. “Can I ask you something?”
“Are you going to tell me what that was about?” Kat thumbed in Monica’s direction.
Trish shrugged. “Maybe.”
Kat frowned and sighed. “Fine,” she huffed. “What’s your question?”
“That guy, Billy. Did you really…”
“Did I really… what?” Kat asked, dragging out the words.
Trish felt the heat travel up her neck despite the coolness of the lake. She shifted her gaze to the water before she spoke. “Did you… you know, really give him a blowjob?”
Kat snorted a laugh. “Yeah. I told him I would. Why? Do you have a problem with that?”
Trish looked up wide-eyed. “No. No. Not at all,” she sputtered then paused for a beat. “I was just curious about what it was… like. That’s all.”
“To suck a dick?” Kat shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s like sucking a dick, I guess.”
“Gee, that was helpful.” Trish frowned.
Kat squinted at her as she seemed to be contemplating something. “Okay,” she said after a moment. “You’ve sucked on a popsicle, right?”
Trish nodded.
“So, that’s sorta what you do. Mouth around it, moving up and down.” Kat laughed as Trish’s eyebrows raised in disbelief. “Of course, a dick may not be that big and it isn’t cold as ice.”
“I figured that,” Trish chuckled. “What does it feel like, taste like?”
“Depends on the boy, but mostly it’s kinda smooth and warm with a bit of a salty taste.”
“Oh,” Trish said. She thought about it for a moment and wondered if she should ask the question she wanted to. She didn’t want to piss off Kat, but she was curious.
As if Kat was reading her thoughts, she asked the question for her. “You want to know about me and my brother, don’t you?”
Trish felt her face grow warmer and she looked away. “Um, yeah, but you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”
“It’s okay,” Kat said. “How much do you know?”
Trish shook her head. “Not much. Monica told me you and your brother have sex sometimes, and that Gabby has been there, too.”
Kat’s smile grew and Trish felt more at ease. It looked like she wasn’t intruding on some forbidden territory.
“It’s true. My brother is two years older than me,” Kat explained. “I was about 7 or so when we started fooling around and stuff. Mostly we just got naked and touched, in the beginning. I was 10 when I walked in on him sucking his friend’s dick. Long story short, they convinced me to join them and that’s when my brother fucked me for the first time. We’ve been getting each other off ever since.” Kat shrugged and gave Trish a happy grin.
“Oh, wow,” Trish said. Her clit throbbed as she pictured Kat having sex with her brother. She shook the idea from her head before she spoke. “So, you like both boys and girls then?”
Kat moved closer to Trish and cupped her ass, squeezing it. “Really, I prefer girls. My brother is the only guy I let fuck me. I’ll give other guys blowjobs if it gets me something I want.”
“Oh, okay.” Trish swallowed, enjoying the sensation of Kat’s hand on her ass. Turned on by the contact and the conversation, she wondered for a moment if she could get away with rubbing one out here in the lake.
“Do you want to try it?” Kat asked.
Trish looked up at her, confused by the question. Was the girl reading her mind again? “What?”
“Do you want to try it? A blowjob, or sex? You said you were curious, so I just thought you might want to try it.”
“Oh! I… I… I don’t know. Maybe. I mean…” Trish stammered, taken aback by the question.
“It’s okay.” Kat chuckled. “I didn’t mean right now. And no pressure. I ask because my brother is at the boys’ camp down the lake. I could call him, and we could meet up at the old boathouse some evening after lights out, and I could teach you everything you want. But only if you want to.”
Trish’s mind raced and her heart pounded. Wow. Did she dare? Did she want to? She was curious about it, that was for sure. But to do it with a boy, that was something else entirely. She would have to give it some serious thought. Maybe talk to Monica about it, too.
“Hey! What are you two doing over there by yourselves?” Monica asked as she and Gabby swam over.
“Oh, nothing,” Kat said. “Trish just wanted to know if I gave Billy a blowjob.”
“Really now?” Monica said, and the three girls laughed.
The heat had just begun to fade from Trish’s cheeks, but now it came back so fast that she thought her head would burst into flame. She let herself sink below the surface of the water to hide her embarrassment from her friends. It didn’t work, though, as she could still hear their laughter from beneath the waves.
***
Monica stretched and yawned, putting her book into the mesh storage bag that was conveniently attached to the bottom of the bunk above her. With their swimming and carrying on in the lake, then lounging in the sun on their beach towels, the afternoon had just flown by. Clouds rolled in close to supper time, threatening rain, and it was decided by the adults that, after supper, board games and cards would be the entertainment for the evening. Gabby had grabbed a deck of Uno and the four friends played for a few hours as the rain fell outside. Snacks and drinks were available, and everyone enjoyed the evening. When the rain let up, Monica and the others headed back to their cabin. Other girls did the same while some chose to remain and continue playing.
“Done reading?” Trish asked from where she lay beside Monica, reading her own book.
“Gotta pee. Join me?”
“Sure.”
Monica swung her legs over the edge and stood, Trish, followed. Kat and Gabby had stripped down to their underwear and were lying side by side in the other bunk, busy with their phones, occasionally commenting to one another in subdued voices. Monica couldn’t help noticing that they each had a hand down the front of their panties, fingers moving slowly under the material as they mindlessly toyed with their pussies. She wondered what they could be watching on their phones. Surely, they weren’t streaming porn. Well, probably not. It looked like they weren’t masturbating outright. Just a little diddling. When Gabby looked up and noticed her looking, she simply smirked. Monica shook her head but winked at her friend.
“Just off to the bathroom,” Monica offered, “back in a bit.”
“Have fun,” Gabby replied.
Once they were outside, Trish linked her arm with Monica’s as they walked. The girl had seemed a little distracted all evening, though. Even now, she was staring off into space.
“Something on your mind?” Monica asked.
A corner of Trish’s mouth pulled up in a weak grin. “Oh, um… I’ve been thinking about an offer Kat made me.”
“Oh? What about?”
Trish slowed their pace and recounted the conversation she’d had with Kat and the offer to arrange a meeting with her brother.
“Okay. And… you’re not sure if you want to or not?” Monica asked softly.
Trish shrugged. “Yeah. I guess.” She paused for a moment to glance around. Not seeing anyone, she continued. “I’m really curious. I mean… I think I am. I kinda want to know what it’s like. To do things with a boy. To try it just once. Ya know?”
Monica noticed that Trish avoided eye contact as she spoke. “I get it,” Monica said, opening the door to the washrooms. “Not my thing, but I’m not gonna judge you for it.”
“No. I know you won’t,” she said with a sigh. “No, that’s not it…”
Monica turned to her stepsister and looked into her eyes. There was something there, she wasn’t sure what. Sadness? “What is it, Trish? It’s okay, you can talk to me.”
“It’s that I want to try all these things. With a boy. With other girls. I’ve done stuff with you and Gabby and Kat. Cindy back home. I may have convinced Daisy to let me have sex with her.” Trish sniffed and wiped at her eyes. “God, I’ve even done it with your mom. Now I want to let a boy screw me. I… I like all this stuff but… I feel like things are not gonna be the same between us as when it was just us two.” She sniffed again, louder, before pulling Monica into an embrace. “I don’t want to lose you, Monica.”
Trish’s voice was soft and fragile, and Monica felt herself welling up. She pushed Trish away just far enough to look into her eyes. “Hey,” she said, “you’re not going to lose me. We’re sisters and I love you, and I even love you in ways sisters don’t.”
“You mean that?”
It was Monica’s turn to sniff. She nodded firmly, then leaned in and kissed Trish. It was slow and tender, like what two lovers would share. They held each other and kissed for a long moment before Monica pulled away.
“Mmm,” she purred with satisfaction before opening her eyes. “I could do that all night, but I really do need to pee.”
Trish snorted. “I guess that’s okay. Go,” she said with a smile, giving Monica a gentle push in the direction of the stalls.
***
Monica had no sooner closed the stall door than Trish heard a toilet flush further down and a door open. She glanced over, then smiled when she recognized the girl who emerged.
Daisy smiled back when she noticed Trish and quickly pulled out her earbuds, letting them dangle around her neck. “Hi, Trish,” she said as she approached. Daisy stopped at the sink next to where Trish was leaning on the counter and washed her hands.
“Hey. What’s up?” Trish asked, letting her eyes quickly roam over the younger girl’s body. Daisy was wearing a pair of baby-blue shorts, a green tank top, and a pair of flip-flops. She looked real good. “Any strange noises coming from the Barbie cabin lately?”
Daisy giggled. “Haven’t heard anything, but… I did see Veronica go inside a little while before I came here.”
Trish pulled a paper towel from the dispenser and handed it to Daisy when she turned off the taps. Their fingers brushed together, and their eyes met briefly before Daisy looked away, a blush creeping on her cheeks.
“Thanks,” Daisy said softly.
“No sweat.” Trish grinned. “I think we should take a little trip to cabin 10 and see if we can see what’s going on.”
Daisy’s eyebrows shot up. “Like peek in the windows and stuff?” she asked, her voice climbing an octave.
Trish nodded. “Yeah, something like that,” she said.
“I think it’s a great idea,” Monica added as she left the stall and headed to a sink.
“Hi, Monica,” Daisy said, giving her a little wave.
“Hi ya,” Monica replied. “So, you say Veronica went in as you were on your way here, huh? About what, 15 minutes ago?”
Daisy looked at her watch and nodded. “Closer to 25, I think. I took a little walk around.”
“Cool. If they are up to some sort of naughty business, they should be well into it by now.”
And with that, the three girls filed out of the bathroom. Sticking to the shadows, they made their way toward cabin 10.
The night air was warm on Trish’s skin and her heart pounded in her chest in anticipation of what they might discover. Except for the occasional giggle or cough from the cabins they passed, their short trek was silent.
When they reached their destination, they moved off the main path onto the grassy space between the cabins. There was only one window on this side of cabin 10, and the light that shone through it from inside was faint. It was unlikely anyone would see the three of them standing there, listening intently for sound from the inside.
“The window is too high. How are we going to see inside?” Daisy whispered.
“Let’s grab a bench from out front,” Monica said.
They made their way to the front where two wooden benches sat, like on all the cabins. Each bench was no more than two meters long and didn’t weigh too much. Trish and Monica each grabbed an end, and they managed to carry it back to the window in silence. Once they were satisfied it was resting firmly in place, they stepped upon it one at a time.
Monica went first. Positioning herself to the left of the window, she slowly leaned her head to the right and peeked inside. The plan had been for her to motion Trish and Daisy up once she was sure they wouldn’t be spotted by occupants of the cabin. But Monica looked so stunned by what she saw that she seemed to forget about the rest of them, patiently waiting for her to signal the all-clear.
Trish nervously watched Monica move her head and take her first peek through the window. She’d half-expected Monica to jump down and call for them to run away. But when her stepsister didn’t make any indication that they had been caught, she began to breathe again. Monica wasn’t gesturing for her and Daisy to join her either, however. She was just staring in the window, not moving at all.
“Monica?” Trish whispered. “Monica!” she tried again, a bit louder, tapping her stepsister’s leg.
Monica turned her head and put a finger to her lips in a shushing motion, then waved Trish and Daisy up. They gingerly climbed on and peered in the window. The bench boosted their height just enough so that if anyone inside were to look out, they would only see the top half of three heads looking in—though Daisy had to stand on the very tip of her toes to do so. Once Trish and Daisy’s eyes adjusted to the light from inside, they, too, were stunned by what they saw.
The four Barbies were kneeling side by side on the floor, each one naked as the day she was born. The first two girls, Alexis and Mercedes, shared a purple dildo. They each had a hand on it, holding it between their faces and licking the shaft as if it were an ice cream cone. Tiffany and Brittany were doing the same with their shiny pink vibrator. Standing in front of them, a few feet away, Veronica operated a video camera, capturing the naughty scene. The woman wore a pair of black panties and nothing else. The young voyeurs outside the window soaked in the view of her full breasts and erect nipples as she skillfully panned the camera from one Barbie to the next.
“Oh my God. What are they doing?” Daisy whispered.
“Looks like they’re making a porno,” Monica replied in disbelief.
“A what?”
“I’ll explain later. Now hush before they hear us,” Trish said.
The trio continued to watch and, after a few moments, Veronica made some sort of hand gesture and the blondes responded by moving to the beds. Alexis and Mercedes to one, Tiffany and Brittany to the other.
“And cut,” Veronica said as she switched off the camera and set it on the big circular table they had pushed aside to accommodate the shoot. “Good job, girls. I can tell you’ve been practicing.”
“Thank you, Mistress,” they said in unison.
The voices were a little muffled through the window, but still loud enough to make out, if Trish listened closely.
“I made everyone stay up late last night, going over our lines, just to please you, Mistress,” Alexis said cheerfully from where she sat at the edge of the bed.
Veronica moved slowly to where Alexis and Mercedes sat. She reached out and gently caressed Alexis’ cheek. “Oh, Alexis, my pet. You’re such a kiss-ass.” She frowned at the girl for a moment then grinned. “Don’t ever change.”
Moving to the center of the room, she stood with her hands on her hips and looked from one bunk to the other. She raised a hand and scratched lazily at her chin in contemplation. “Now then, who shall it be…” Veronica said to no one in particular. All four girls sat up straight, their faces not hiding their excitement. She looked from one girl to the next, occasionally tilting her head as if examining a piece of art.
“You all did so well, it’s hard to decide.” Veronica turned and faced Alexis and Mercedes. “But I think tonight, Mercedes will be my lover. That noise you made when Alexis fingered your ass… such a turn on.”
The other girls moaned in disappointment, and Veronica quickly clapped her hands. “Enough of that.” Her voice was stern. The girls stiffened, and the cabin fell quiet again.
After a long moment, Veronica spoke again. “Good. Alexis, join Brittany and Tiffany and pleasure yourselves while I enjoy Mercedes’ talented tongue.” With that, Veronica sat on the spot that Alexis had just vacated and motioned for Mercedes to take a spot on the floor.
Trish, Monica, and Daisy intently watched the scene that was unfolding in front of them. Trish knew her underwear was soaked, and she could bet that Monica—and maybe even Daisy!—were in the same state. When Mercedes peeled the panties from Veronica’s hips and pushed her legs apart, a jolt of excitement shot out in every direction from Trish’s clit. A soft moan escaped her lips before she could help herself, and she squeezed her thighs together.
Mercedes quickly moved between Veronica’s legs. Though Trish couldn’t see exactly what was happening, she knew the blonde was licking with determination from the bobbing of her head and the expression of ecstasy on Veronica’s face.
On the other bed, Tiffany had her legs splayed wide, while Brittany crouched between them, doing her best to mimic what Mercedes was doing to Veronica. She looked a little distracted by Alexis, behind her, who was ramming the purple dildo into her pussy with energy. Tiffany didn’t seem to mind the divided attention too much, as Alexis had leaned over to make out with her at the same time.
Trish stared at the erotic spectacle. She had to wonder what else had gone on in that cabin over previous summers. These girls were clearly not at their first experimentations.
“You okay there?” Monica asked when Trish twitched from another jolt from her pussy.
“Yeah,” Trish replied, though her breathing was getting a little heavy.
“Good. But I think your friend might be ready for her initiation into Camp Lick-a-clit.” Monica nodded her head in Daisy’s direction.
Trish looked over and saw the 10-year-old staring, unblinking, at the sex acts being played out inside the cabin. Her left hand gripped the windowsill while her right moved feverishly inside her shorts. Trish grinned. She stepped down from the bench and moved behind Daisy. Placing her hands on the girl’s ass, Trish squeezed and fondled the soft globes of flesh for a moment, then she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of Daisy’s shorts and pulled them down, underwear and all.
Daisy either didn’t notice or didn’t care, continuing to peer inside the cabin. Trish, taking the lack of protest as a good sign, began to explore the girl’s backside with her hand. Trish caressed the smooth skin for a moment then slipped a finger into the crack of her ass and moved downward until she felt the undeniable wetness of Daisy’s vagina.
The sensation of Trish’s touch must have registered and brought Daisy back to the here and now, for her head snapped to the left and she peered down at Trish, her eyes wide in astonishment and her mouth forming an “O”.
Trish thought Daisy might have been about to speak, but any potential words were replaced by a sharp intake of air as she pushed a finger into Daisy’s pussy. The young girl shuddered, and her knees buckled. Trish brought a hand to Daisy’s hip to steady her while she continued to explore the smooth walls of her sex. Never breaking eye contact, Daisy’s expression quickly changed from surprise to desire.
Daisy nodded ever so slightly for Trish to continue. She turned back to the window but didn’t seem too interested in what was going on inside anymore. Placing both hands on the sill for support, she spread her legs as far as the shorts around her ankles would allow her.
Trish wasn’t about to refuse the clear offer. She leaned in eagerly, her tongue quickly finding Daisy’s entrance. A moan pushed its way past the young girl’s lips despite her obvious efforts to remain quiet. Trish hungrily explored Daisy’s sex, delighting in the slightly sweet taste of her arousal.
The position was a little awkward, though, and she couldn’t get at Daisy’s clit. Trish pulled back, then tugged the girl’s shorts back up to her knees. Daisy whined in protest but said nothing more as Trish guided her off the bench and motioned for her to sit. The girl obliged.
“Are you going to…?” Daisy’s voice was shaky.
“Uh-huh,” was all Trish said as she got to her knees and once again pulled the shorts down, this time freeing one foot. Quickly but tenderly, she pushed Daisy’s legs apart and moved in closer, her mouth finding the girl’s clit. There was a sharp moan from above as soon as she began sucking on the small, stiff bud, then she felt a hand come to rest on the back of her head. Soon, Daisy was twitching, thrusting her hips forward while Trish teased her clit, playing around it with her tongue and flicking it.
After a moment, the noises Daisy made grew muffled. Intrigued, Trish glanced up and saw that Monica was now sitting on the bench beside Daisy, kissing her with an open mouth. Maybe it had been a bad idea to do this here in the open. But I was too late now, Trish decided as she continued licking Daisy’s sodden pussy. Bringing her hand back into play, Trish pushed a finger into her partner’s entrance and began to slowly fuck her, giving her time to adjust. Then, curious about how much Daisy could take, she introduced a second finger and gradually pushed both all the way in. Daisy stiffened and gasped. Belatedly, Trish wondered whether she had just broken the girl’s hymen. As wet as she was, it didn’t seem to be a problem, though; Daisy definitely sounded like she was feeling far more pleasure than pain.
As Trish enjoyed the tastes and sensations of eating the younger girl, she saw out of the corner of her eye that her stepsister was joining in, apparently not satisfied with just watching. Monica pushed her shorts and underwear down past her knees, spread her legs, and pushed a finger through her wetness and into her pussy. Daisy watched her fuck herself for a moment, fascinated, then reached over with unusual confidence and placed her hand on Monica’s pussy. A bold move for the normally shy girl, but it seemed like lust had made her quite daring. Quickly finding Monica’s clit, Daisy began rubbing it vigorously, soon pushing the other girl over the edge and into oblivion.
That was quick! Trish thought. She must’ve got real turned on watching the Barbies, or us… or both!
As Monica was in the throes of orgasm, Trish felt the hand on her head grip harder and push downward. Her mouth was mashed against Daisy’s clit and the young girl’s hips bucked twice before her body stiffened. Daisy’s orgasm looked intense. She never made a sound, but remained completely rigid for long moments, then shuddered with what Trish could only guess were powerful aftershocks. Gradually, Daisy relaxed and began to breathe again.
Trish leaned back on her heels when Daisy released her grip. There was enough light from the cabin that she could see the broad smile on the young girl’s face.
“Wow,” Daisy whispered. “I can’t believe that happened. That you just… wow.”
Trish grinned. “Glad you liked it. You’re now an official member of Camp Lick-a-clit.”
Daisy giggled. Trish looked over to Monica, her shorts still at her feet and Daisy’s hand resting between her thighs. Trish raised her eyebrows and Monica shrugged.
“Couldn’t let you have all the fun,” Monica said. She pulled up her shorts and Daisy followed her lead.
“So, what now?” Daisy asked.
Before anyone could speak, they heard the cabin door open. “Run!” Monica hissed, steering them toward the back of cabin 9. They rushed through the darkness behind the cabins, stumbling as they went, not stopping until they reached Monica and Trish’s cabin. They rested there in silence, listening intently for the sounds of pursuit or the voices of others. Only the crickets’ song filled the night air.
“Wait here,” Monica said. She pressed herself against the wall and moved to the front of the cabin, sticking her head out for a quick look.
“Coast is clear. Just saw Veronica head the other way, around the admin building. I think her cabin is over there. No one saw us, as far as I can tell,” Monica reported on her return.
Trish and Daisy signed in relief. “Thank goodness,” Daisy said. “I better get back before someone does see us.”
The other two agreed and she turned to go. After a couple of steps, she stopped and faced Trish. “I guess the story of Camp Lick-a-Clit is true after all.”
“I guess so.” Trish chuckled.
“Can we do it again some time? Maybe I can do it to you?” Daisy asked shyly.
Trish smiled. “I’d like that.” She moved to Daisy and gave her a soft kiss on the lips. Daisy paused for a moment then headed back to her cabin, a noticeable skip in her step.
Trish watched for a moment and turned to Monica. “Ya know…” Trish said, drawing out the word. “You two got to come, buuuut…”
Monica stepped up close and cupped Trish’s pussy then kissed her deeply for a moment. “How about we go inside, and I’ll take care of that problem for you?”
“I’d like that very much, but you know we’ll be questioned as soon as we walk in,” Trish replied.
Monica slipped her arm around Trish and guided them toward the front door. “You can answer their questions while I lick your pussy.”
“Not sure how well that’ll work, but I’m game!”
They laughed out loud as Monica pulled open the door, heedless of the sound echoing across the campground.
On to Chapter 9!