Discovery, Chapter 6

by Sandi

When I woke up the next morning, the sun was fully up. Heather was sleeping with her back to me, and we must have gotten chilly during the night because we were covered up with a blanket. What surprised me was that I was spooned up behind heather with my arm around her, my hand was cupping one of her breasts through her shirt. I was shocked to realize where my hand was and tried to draw it back. The movement woke Heather. She turned onto her back and turned her head to face me.

"Hey," she said. "Hey," I repeated. We were silent for a few moments, then she turned her body to face mine and rose up on her elbow. She looked at me for a few moments. I looked at her with newfound curiosity. I never realized what a pretty girl she was. Suddenly, she leaned forward and kissed me on the cheek. With her face still close to mine she whispered, "I love you." I didn't know what to say, so I said nothing. We looked into each other's eyes for a moment and I heard myself say, "You are so pretty." I moved my hand up and placed it against her cheek.

Heather's laugh was light and as crystal clear as a porcelain bell. Her head bobbed forward and she suddenly kissed me on the mouth. Before I could react, she was up and stretching. "Are you going to feed me, or what?" she laughed, unzipping the tent flap. "Feed you to what?" I answered and we both giggled all the way into the house.

My mom makes the best pancakes and sausage patties. Heather and I ate until we were stuffed. When we finished we rinsed our plates, emptied the dishwasher for my mom, then rinsed and put all the breakfast dishes in the dishwasher. When we were done, we walked farther down the dirt lane I lived on to Old Man Delmar's house. He had goats. Their lips tickled our palms when we fed them the half roll of butter rum Lifesavers I brought. We watched him milk the three nannies. Several times he made us laugh by aiming the nipple at the cat and squirting her with milk. He was a really sweet old man. He invited us in to drink a glass of milk. I thought it was OK, but Heather didn't like it. "What are you?" he asked, "Some kind of girl?" and we giggle furiously. He gave Heather a glass of water because he didn't have any regular milk, and we ate a couple of his homemade oatmeal cookies with butterscotch chips in them. When we were ready to leave, Heather hugged him. He smiled and patted her on the back. "You ladies come back when I'm not busy and we'll have a picnic," he said, "us and the goats." We all laughed. As we walked down the lane to my house, Heather said, "I really like him. Can we go back next time I am here?" I said yes. My mom and dad liked Delmar too. Delmar gave my dad these little rolls of goat cheese and dad always made sure the lane got plowed all the way to Delmar's house in the winter. They called him "eccentric, but a good neighbor."

When we got home, mom said she had to go to the grocery store and would drop Heather off on the way. I was both glad and sad to have Heather go home. Glad because I needed time to think about what had happened over night, and sad because I knew I would miss her.

The days seemed to drag. A few days later, I talked to Terry on the phone and mom said she could spend the night. We picked her up just after lunch. Mom let us rent a video game. In the game, the player was a veterinarian and treated animals to earn money to open their own clinic. We played for a long time, then decided to go swimming.

We glided around the pool chatting, then floated on the rafts. It can get pretty warm and muggy in northern Michigan, but the pool kept us nice and cool. We got out when my dad got home and ate on the deck. It was Friday night, and my dad had invited another couple over to eat and play cards. He was mixing drinks for everyone. I asked him for one and he said no at first, but later, when he had had a few more drinks, he mixed up something for Terry and me. He made us promise not to tell. He was slurring his words a little and Terry and I giggled as we promised. He made us a mix of wine and 7 Up. It was sweet and tasted good. We drank it and made ourselves more when no one was looking. When we got back into the pool, Terry and I were giggling and feeling funny.

I flopped on a raft, but Terry seemed to have energy. She glided around he pool and I soon noticed she was pausing for longer and longer periods by the jet. I floated over and said, "Feels good, huh?" She was startled and moved back for a minute. "It's OK," I admitted in my slightly drunken state. "I do it too." Terry seemed surprised but didn't move away. I floated away but kept my eye on her. She seemed to be enjoying the jet as much as I did. She was hanging on the side of the pool with her head back and her eyes closed. I quietly slid off the raft and glided up behind her. She was obviously having a good time and was getting close to cumming. I watched for a few minutes, then, emboldened by my night with Heather, I slid up behind her and clamped my hands over hers on the side of the pool. Terry was startled at first, but then she realized two things. She couldn't escape without a struggle, and she was close to cumming. We both held on as her body convulsed and she came with the pool jet throbbing against her pussy. "That was really good, huh?" I whispered in her ear, letting go and gliding away. She looked embarrassed, but soon glided up to me. "Do you do that?" she asked. I laughed and said, "Oh, yeah." After a few minutes, I whispered, "My turn." I glided over to the pool jet. The wine in my blood made me bold and I thrust my pussy forward into the jet. I came in a few minutes. As I glided away I said to Terry, "Your turn."

She still seemed embarrassed, but emboldened by the wine, she took her place in front of the jet. I watched her as I glided around the pool and she was soon convulsing from another good cum. We took turns the rest of the evening until my mom called us out of the pool at dark. I think I had about 6 good orgasms; Terry had about seven or eight. She was having too much fun for one person. We slept soundly that night, the wine and sex wore us out.

The next day mom took Terry home and headed to the grocery store. I asked her to drop me off at Heather's while she was shopping. I had to ask Heather's mom if it was OK. She said yes and I waved at my mom from the porch. She said she would be back in an hour. Heather and I went to her room. She leaned back against the door and pulled me to her. "I missed you," she whispered in my ear before kissing me. Before I could answer, someone tried to open the door. Heather leaned against it, holding it shut. "Mom wants you NOW!" her brother yelled through the door. "She wants you to do the dishes!" Heather rolled her eyes. "God, he's such a pain. If you weren't here he would leave me alone if I jacked him off."

The surprised look on my face made her continue. "If I jacked him off, you know, made him cum with my hand. Then he would leave me alone for a while."

"Is that who put the bruise on your arm?" I asked.

"No," she said shaking her head and looking down. "Bill did that. Sometimes I have to jack him off, too."

Bill was her step-dad.