The blonde girl felt it tickle in her tummy as the bus slowed down to stop. It had only been a year, but if felt like an eternity. Daily e-mailing and numeruous phone calls weren't enough. Being away from her best friends had proved tougher than she thought.
Helene was 17, going on 18. She had long strawberry blonde hair, lively blue eyes and a cute nose with lots of freckles on it. Helene had just returned to her native Norway after one year as an exchange student in a French high school. Although it had been tough being away from home, the 17-year old didn't regret it. France was GREAT and she would love to return there soon. But before that, Sandrine would visit her in Norway. This summer! Sandrine was an 18-year old French girl who had been Helene's closest friend this year. In some respects, she'd even been closer to her than any of her friends back home...
Helene still didn't know quite what to make of it. It wasn't like they'd had sex together. But what they'd done, had been wonderful enough. For how long had they been making out? Two hours...? Three hours? She'd given up fooling herself a long time ago, that it was just a fun thing between friends. That's what they'd been telling each other since that night. Yeah right... if it was just a fun thing, how come she lay awake at night thinking about Sandrine?
Whatever it was, it had been the 17-year old's most intense sexual experience to date.
You might say it was her only one too. Helene was still a virgin. Ingrid and Marianne had made a lot of jokes about her going to France, the land of great lovers. "If it doesn't happen now, it never will!"
She rang the doorbell. Everything was taken care off. The summer cottage belonging to Marianne's parents would be at the three teen-age girls' disposal for the entire summer.
The blonde could hardly stand still as she heard some noise from behind the door. Almost one year...
"Helene!!!!"
"Marianne!!"
"Ingrid!!!!"
She knew that very instant that nothing had changed. They were still friends forever. Hugs and kisses were handed out generously as the girls embraced.
"We've missed you so much!"
Helene had to struggle to contain her tears. She pulled away for an instant, just to look at them. Ingrid, with her shoulderlength ash blonde hair, her upturned nose, her mischiveous blue eyes. How could anyone look as cool as Ingrid? And Marianne, her beautiful face sprinkled with a multitude of freckles and framed in by long brown hair that cascaded generuously down below her shoulders. Helene noticed that while Ingrid didn't seem to have changed physically at all - as slender as ever, with small, pointy breasts - Marianne had filled out a little, in a very nice way. Her breasts a little fuller - she'd probably had to swap her B-cup bra for a C one - and her hips a little more rounded. She was simply turning into an incredibly sexy young woman, Helene thought.
They pulled Helene into the kitchen, not giving the blonde time to reflect on that thought.
"Marianne's making a pizza for us", Ingrid smiled. "For you!" Helene's felt Ingrid hot little hand clutch hers tightly. Helene loved Ingrid's personality. People at shool took her reservedness and quiet manner for arrogance. Helene and Marianne knew better. It was only with them that Ingrid really came to life, bubbling over with crazy ideas. And Ingrid was a really good person to lean on to, she never let you down when you had problems.
Helene and Ingrid had been best friends since they were 12. There had hardly been a day since that they hadn't seen each other. Helene trusted her completely. And still... Helene felt there were depths of her soul that Ingrid just didn't give anyone access to. Not even her best friend. Sometimes, Ingrid would just drift away completely, like entering another dimension. When Helene would ask her afterwards what it was, she would just give her a coy smile and answer "nothing in particular". It could drive Helene mad.
"Does it look like it's gonna pass the test?" Marianne held out the pizza tray for Helene to inspect before putting it in the oven.
Ingrid and Helene had been 14 when Marianne joined their high school class. She caught their attention with her funny and sarcastic remarks in class, and soon she was part of their little clique. She was different from both of them, much more outgoing and sociable, and although she would often shake her head at the puzzling behaviour of her two best friends, the three of them had become inseparable.
"Looks delicious." Helene licked her lips. "Just... maybe a few more olives would have done."
"You and your olives!" Marianne shook her head, smiled and sprinkled a few more olives across the pizza. Then she held one up to Helene's mouth. The blonde girl snapped the olive with her teeth.
Helene kinda felt Marianne's fingers linger just a tiny moment between her lips. And she could swear Marianne's eyes had a funny twinkle in them as she looked over at her.
Hmmm...
"Let me do the washing up while we wait for the pizza," Helene suggested, grabbing the brush. Ingrid was there in a second.
"Tonight you won't have to do anything, Helene. Just let Marianne and I take care of washing up, cooking, everything. We wanna show you how much we've missed you!"
Helene almost blushed.
"I feel like a princess," she smiled.
"That's because you are!" Helene felt a pair of arms reach around her from behind and Marianne's hot breath caress her cheek as she spoke in her ear. She could feel something soft pressing against her back.
Marianne really has developed, she thought. And suddenly she recalled the feeling of Sandrine's breasts pressed up against her own, their bodies intertwined, their thirsty tongues acting like two boas in a furious battle. She had so much wanted to touch and kiss the French girl's breasts that night, but something held her back. Held both girls back.
Helene relaxed, leaning a little against Marianne.
"What is it, Helene?" Ingrid asked.
"It's nothing, it's just..." Marianne's arms were locked around her waist in a tight embrace. And right before her, looking at her with her beautiful blue eyes, was Ingrid.
"It's so great being with you guys again, I..."
Ingrid gave her a warm smile, bringing her hand up to caress Helene's cheek.
"Do you think it's been any easier for us? You running off to France just like that!"
There was so much love in the soft touch of Ingrid's hand. She couldn't help look right back into her friend's eyes. They made her think about Sandrine's eyes... that night... she had seen the same mix of emotions in the eyes of her French friend... friendship... love... care... desire...
Desire?
Stop it now, Helene, she ordered herself, you've still not recovered from making out with Sandrine. Why would your best friends desire you?
Then again, why not?
She shook herself lose.
"You OK, Helene?"
"Sure, I'm just a bit... er... dizzy. I haven't eaten since breakfast."
"The pizza's ready any minute now," Marianne said. "Do you think you can hold out?"
"I'll do my best," Helene smiled.
"Hey, girls..."
She caught her friends' attention.
"I just wanted to say, I.... I really love you guys."
Marianne clutched her hand. The next moment Ingrid's hand was there too.
"Friends forever, right?"
"Friends..."
"Forever."
"Sit down!" Marianne ordered. "How many times do we have to say it? This weekend you're our princess! OK?"
Helene had started clearing the table.
"Ok, then." Helene leaned back with a smile on her face, stretching her arms.
Ingrid joined her on the sofa.
"But may we ask our princess to kindly show us some photos from France?"
Sitting in the sofa with a best friend on either side, Helene started going through the photos. They were arranged chronologically. The first ones were of Toulose from the day she arrived, then followed pictures of various people from her class. Helene gave brief characterisations of all of them. But as one face started appearing over and over again, Ingrid got curious.
"You two really must have spent a lot of time together!"
"Oh yeah, we were like best friends... I mean, we were together like everyday, at school and outside. In the weekends we did all kinds of stuff. Like, once we went to Paris..." Helene really got into it. "Let me show you, I have the photos."
She grabbed another batch of pictures.
"I hate you!" Marianne exclaimed, as they went through all the Paris-photos.
"Well... sorry... we can't all go to Paris, you know," Helene teased her.
"Did you bring your private photographer, or what?" Ingrid wondered. "I mean, there's the two of you on almost all of the photos!"
"We just asked other people to take pictures of us," Helene smiled. "Hey, this is my favourite one."
Sandrine and herself posing on one of the esplanades along the Seine. Sandrine standing behind her, her arms locked around Helene's waist. Helene would never forget that day... They had even held hands as they walked along the river... like imagining they were girlfriends... it had been just perfect.
"You look so happy together."
"Yeah, I'm missing her already. But you know what? She might be coming to Norway later this summer, maybe in August. Wouldn't that be great? We could do something together, all of us, maybe go hiking or something. I'm telling you, you're gonna love her just as much as I do, she's just so cool!"
"She's pretty too."
"Yeah, she's really hot!" Oops, Helene thought. "I mean, she's very good-looking, isn't she?"
She heard Marianne laugh.
"It's ok, Helene, I think she's hot too. What's your opinion, Ingrid?"
Helene glanced over at Ingrid, who was studying the girl on the picture closely.
"I would probably say she's..." She paused. "...definitely a hottie. I would say she's a 9 out of 10."
"Oh, stop it, the two of you!"
Marianne held out another photo.
"I like this one."
Oh yeah... that one... taken on the day after the night they made out... that teasing, sensual, knowing look on Sandrine's face. By then, both girls knew they were attracted to each other. But neither had the guts to come out with her true feelings... other than in glances like that...
Helene wondered if Ingrid and Marianne could see it too. She hoped they wouldn't. Then she kinda hoped they would too. Because there was SOMETHING going on here they hadn't told her about.
"But... what other people did you meet, like, apart from Sandrine?"
"Loads. The French are really cool and open. I didn't make any really close friends other than Sandrine though. But that's ok, I have you two and Sandrine, that's all I ask for really."
"But, like, guys?" Ingrid was persistent.
"Yeah, I met guys too."
Ingrid's gaze didn't waver.
"No, I didn't have sex! YES, I'm still a virgin. Is that really a big deal? For heaven's sake, I'm only 17!"
"That's ok, Helene. In fact, I haven't slept with any guys either."
"You mean, you're still a virgin too?" Helene was confused. "I thought that was the reason the two of you were acting so funny, you know, that you've lost your virginity."
She turned her head.
"Sorry, Marianne, that means you're still in a minority here."
Marianne had lost her virginity at 16, although that had been her only sexual experience. That is, until Helene had left last year.
"But I bet you've more than made up for what Ingrid and I haven't done, right?"
The brunette shook her head.
"No?"
Ingrid leaned over.
"Marianne hasn't slept with a guy for more than a year."
"Yeah, right."
"No, really."
The look in Marianne's eyes told Helene Ingrid was telling the truth.
"She's right, Helene, I really haven't." She paused. "Not that it ought to be such a surprise. Did you think I was such a fuck machine or what?"
"No, but... one year..." Helene looked at her with wide eyes. "But... why? Ok, most guys are jerks, but still..."
Helene felt a hand on her shoulder.
"For the same reason that I haven't slept with one, Helene." Looking from side to side, the 17-year old was lost in confusion.
"Which is...?"
The question was left hanging in the air. She heard Marianne giggle, while Ingrid just smiled blissfully.
She was going to ask them what the fuck was going on, but Marianne opened her mouth first.
"Those French chocolates you told me about... I would really like some."
"Oh, I forgot." Helene darted out into the corridor to get the box of chocolates from her bag.
"Finest French chocolate. Fudge. I got completely hooked!"
Marianne looked at the box of chocolate candies. Grinning at Helene, she opened her mouth.
"Give me a taste then."
They were sitting in the sofa, their faces just inches apart. Helene reached for the box and picked a chocolate. Slowly, she brought her fingers up to her friend's face.
Somehow, Marianne had never appeared to her so beautiful as now. Helene almost shook as the brunette hungrily caught the tiny chocolate with her lips and tongue. She kinda caught Helene's fingers as well.
Helene didn't rush to remove her fingers from the warmth of her friend's mouth. But she had to, otherwise what would Marianne think? As she withdrew her fingers from Marianne's hot mouth, she noticed her fingertips had a slight coating of saliva. It kinda made her tingle inside.
Marianne was letting the piece of chocolate melt slowly in her mouth.
"Mmmmm....."
The brunette stared at Helene, her face conveying intense pleasure. After finally swallowing what was left of the chocolate, she let out a deep sigh of contentment. Her sweet-smelling breath washed over Helene's face, driving the blonde teen dizzy with desire.
"Wow, those French people really know how to make chocolate, don't they?"
Helene was shaken from the spell when she heard Ingrid's laughter ringing through the room.
"Don't you think you were overdoing it a bit, Marianne? You looked like you were having an orgasm, not a chocolate!"
"I take sensual pleasure in any form, you know," the brunette winked. "Yeah, I know," Ingrid grinned.
What did she "know"? What was happening here? Helene moved her baffled eyes from one girl to the other.
Ingrid sat down next to her.
"So, did you bring it just for Marianne?"
"Oh.... er... no, sure, just help yourself."
"Help myself?" Ingrid smiled mischiveuously. "I kinda reckoned I would get some help from you. You know, that you would give me a hand. That hand, to be more precise." She looked in the direction of Helene's left hand, the one that's just been feeding Marianne. She opened her mouth, even sticking out her sexy little tongue a little bit.
Helene had no idea what to make of all of this. She fed Ingrid a chocolate with her fingers. The same fingers that had been caressed by Marianne's tongue just seconds ago. She felt Ingrid's lips close around them. This time, Helene was a little bolder. Or maybe she just wasn't thinking straight anymore. She let her fingertips rest in the warm enclosure of Ingrid's mouth for a few seconds, feeling the chocolate turn liquid around her finger.
To be a piece of chocolate, melting on Ingrid's tongue...
She finally managed to remove her hand.
"But Ingrid, look what a mess you've made."
Marianne pointed at Helene's fingers, now painted with a coating of melted chocolate.
"Ingrid really has no manners," Marianne said, grabbing Helene's hand. "I ALWAYS have to clean up her mess."
"Marianne," Helene heard Ingrid say, "it's enough now."
The brunette disregarded her.
Looking deep into Helene's eyes, she grabbed the blonde girl's hand, bringing it slowly to her lips. Once again, Helene's middle finger was engulfed in the soft texture of her brunette friend's mouth. But this time, all of her finger, not just the tip. She felt Marianne's wet tongue slide across the length of her finger. The brunette closed her lips tightly around it, pulling it slowly out of her mouth.
It still looked a little stained. Marianne was about to give it another lick when Ingrid stood up and grabbed her hand.
"We'll be back in a sec," she winked, and dragged Marianne out into the kitchen with her. Helene heard them discuss something, but couldn't make out what it was. Ingrid sounded agitated.
Inadvertently, Helene's gaze ended up on her finger. Marianne was right, it hadn't been properly cleaned. Her hand shaking, Helene brought her finger to her mouth. She breathed in deeply as she shut her lips tightly around it, savouring the taste. Heavenly... a blend of fudge chocolate and Marianne's sweet saliva... there had to be a bit of Ingrid on it as well...
She quickly removed her finger as she heard her girlfriends return from the kitchen. Again, they positioned themselves on either side of her.
"You're not feeling uncomfortable, Helene?"
Helene just shook her head.
"Listen, if you, you know, whenever you're with us..." Ingrid sounded concerned. "...if you feel uncomfortable with anything, let us know, okay?"
Helene nodded.
"Nice to see you finished the job," Marianne grinned, her eyes pointing towards Helene's freshly licked finger. There wasn't a trace of chocolate on it anymore.
"Marianne!" Ingrid said sternly.
"Oops, sorry, just couldn't help myself." The mischiveous expression on her face gave way to a more concerned look. "Ingrid really means it, Helene, just let us know if something's not right."
"Sure girls, I trust you, it's just..." Her eyes wandered from girl to girl. "...you're acting so WEIRD!"
She looked at both her friends pleadingly.
"So what is actually going on..."
"...will be revealed to you in due course."
"I HATE YOU! Both of you."
Helene crossed her arms and looked away demonstratively.
"Helene!"
"I'm not talking to you before you tell me what the fuck is going on."
"But -"
"No!"
She heard her friends disappear into the kitchen for another conversation that she couldn't hear. They returned after a few minutes.
"Ingrid and I have a surprise for you, Helene."
She turned around to face them.
"Mind if we join you on the sofa?"
They positioned themselves on either side of Helene.
"Okay, it's not just ONE surprise as such." Ingrid tried to be cool about it, but Helene could sense her unease. "It's more like three."
"But that kinda depends on your reaction to the first surprise," Marianne interrupted, "whether you want the other two as well."
Helene didn't say anything, just nodded in approval, shifting her gaze nervuously from girl to girl.
"Okay, here we go. Ready, Helene?"
She nodded again.
Spellbound, Helene witnessed her two friends lean over until their faces met just in front of hers. Slowly, their lips made contact, just for a brief second, before parting again. Helene studied their eyes: Marianne's, filled with lust, Ingrid's, a little more apprehensive, but filled with the same basic desire, maybe even more of it. When they met the second time, it was with open mouths. From her position just inches away from them, she could see how Marianne's tongue penetrated Ingrid's lips. The brunette's beautiful tongue teased open Ingrid's mouth, coaxing the other girl's tongue forward. Helene could even HEAR it, the soft, wet, sloppy sounds of two female tongues dancing together. Helene was struck by the look of complete bliss in Ingrid's eyes. She never thought she would see Ingrid like that, so completely consumed by a sensation. Marianne's tongue had washed away any remaining apprehension.
Can a kiss really do that to a person? Lay a person's soul completely bare? In a flashback Helene recalled the moment Sandrine's tongue entered her mouth. She knew the answer was yes.
They parted again. Marianne was the first to check out Helene's reaction.
"You look as though you enjoyed watching," she smiled. She turned to Ingrid, nudging her shoulder.
"Time to pay Mother Earth a visit again."
Ingrid opened her eyes as though waking from a dream
"Did she like it?"
"Why don't you ask her yourself?" Marianne smiled.
Ingrid gazed at Helene.
"Did you, Helene? Did you like it? Did you like watching me and Marianne?"
"I... it was amazing."
"You mean you really liked it?"
"Of course she liked it," Marianne intervened, "come on, just look at her!"
"I really did, Ingrid."
Ingrid looked so happy, so relieved, Helene had to smile.
"That means you'd like to find out what the second surprise is too?"
Helene nodded.
"Okay, close your eyes then."
She did. She heard some whispering, a giggle from Marianne, then she sensed a face approaching her own. She felt someone's nose bump into hers. Helene opened her mouth halfway, anticipating a guest. The other girl was so close Helene could sense the heat of her mouth, the sweet scent of her breath. It was Ingrid. Helene was dying to make contact with her mouth. She flicked the tip of her tongue out enticingly, urging her friend forward.
"Oh God, Helene."
A warm tongue slid into Helene's waiting mouth. Helene recalled making out with Sandrine. Ingrid's tongue had a different way of making love. Slowly but with passionate persistence, the hungry little love tool explored every little part of Helene's mouth.
It was heaven.
"Oh fuck, that was awesome, Helene."
Now it was Helene's turn to just sit there with blissful eyes.
"So do you think it was as good as making out with a guy?"
"It was better," Helene sighed. "Lightyears better." Regaining her senses, she added mischiveously. "Not that I didn't know that already."
Marianne's face lit up.
"I told you, didn't I, Ingrid, I just knew Helene would get up to something in France! I just knew it! See, there was no reason for you to be so apprehensive, like "but what if she freaks out?!" I knew all along she wouldn't freak out because... because she is a freak herself!"
Ingrid seemed a little surprised.
"Was it your friend Sandrine?"
Helene just smiled.
"So girls, are you gonna keep me waiting for the final surprise?"
Marianne grinned.
"It might not be much of a surprise anymore. And it might not be the final one either."
Helene and Marianne gazed at each other before closing their eyes as the distance was closed between their mouths.
When the blonde opened her eyes again, Ingrid was sitting on the table right in front of her.
She was only wearing a pair of white cotton panties and a T.
"Am I dreaming?"
Ingrid shook her head.
"Marianne and I have some ideas for the three of us for tonight," she said. "We wanted to know if you're in on it."
Marianne leaned over, speaking softly in her ear.
"Ingrid and I wondered if you would like to join us in a little fun stuff."
Helene was dizzy. It all seemed so unreal.
"F-fun stuff?"
"Yeah, like kissing and things." Helene shook as she felt Ingrid's bare little foot rub against her thigh.
"Kissing?"
"Yeah, you know, tongue-stuff."
"You can say no, Helene," Ingrid added, "it's up to you."
Yeah right. Helene made a vain effort to gather her thoughts. Ingrid's foot put an end to that.
"Do you like this, Helene?"
The stunning girl in front of her moved her foot towards the crotch area of Helene's jeans. Her eyes sparkled.
"Ingrid, please..."
"I can feel how hot you are, Helene. Fuck, your pussy is steaming."
"What did you and Sandrine REALLY get up to in France?" Marianne enquired.
"We were just... ah..."
"Is this all it takes, Helene, just a little strategic rubbing from the side of Ingrid's foot?"
Totally helpless, Helene gazed over at Marianne. The brunette was grinning.
"Yes, Ingrid, oh God, yes... oh...."
She was so close now, so close...
The foot was removed.
"No, please," Helene pleaded. Desperately, she grabbed for Ingrid's foot, trying to force it back between her legs.
"Ssshhh..." Marianne whispered soothingly. "It will be replaced with something even more wonderful."
Helene's eyes went from Ingrid to Marianne and back again.
"You're not the only one here getting impatient, you know," Ingrid informed, glancing in the direction of her crotch. A dark patch had formed in the cotton material of Ingrid's panties. Helene swore she could smell her too.
"Take them off, Ingrid," she heard Marianne say. Ingrid giggled, but when her eyes met with Helene's she was deadly serious. Entranced, Helene watched as Ingrid kicked off her panties.
Could a pussy be so beautiful? Helene had seen Ingrid naked dozens of times, but never like this. Her pussy was steaming, begging for her touch. Ingrid had been Helene's best friend since they were twelve, and in her, Helene thought she had found the ultimate friend. Now she realised their friendship had only just started.
And now she KNEW she could smell it. A heady, intoxicating scent permeating the air. Ingrid's pussy.
"It's so beautiful I could cry, Ingrid."
It was like Ingrid's pussy was speaking to her. Begging her to lick it. Inadvertently, Helene leant forward.
She felt Marianne's hands pull her back.
"Don't you recall what we said about you being our princess tonight?"
Ingrid took Helene's hand.
"Come with us, princess..."
Together, they led her up the stairs and into Marianne's bedroom.
"I have ordered a canopy bed for the three of us. In the meantime, we'll have to make do with this one."
Two gentle pairs of arms laid the blonde teen down in Marianne's spacious bed. Ingrid crashed next to her on the bed.
"Are you happy now, Helene?"
Helene looked at her best friend. She didn't have to say anything. She knew Ingrid could see the love that shone from her eyes. The 17-year old stretched back her arms.
Her friends accepted the invitation, and before she knew, they were undressing her. Busy hands washed over her smooth skin. A mouth descended on her breast... the next moment it was joined by another, wrapping Helene's breasts in the soft flesh of two female tongues. That moment ended when...-
"Ahhh... oh fuck... yes!"
She lifted her head briefly to see a blonde head between her legs. Ingrid, her best friend, was licking her. Helene gyrated her hips, trying to communicate with her friend, but both girls were too beyond themselves with excitement to control anything. It took just seconds for it to happen, the orgasm that had been building up inside Helene ever since her fingers made contact with Marianne's mouth in the kitchen.
"Ingrid, Ingrid... don't stop, Ingrid, don't... aahhh... Yessssss......"
"Was I good? Did you like it?"
Helene could smell herself on Ingrid's breath.
"You were like.... Wow!"
"Oh Helene!" Ingrid embraced her best friend. "We should have done this a LONG time ago."
"We should."
"Mmmmm...."
Helene giggled.
"Your mouth tastes pussy."
Ingrid smiled and licked her lips.
"Marianne, Helene claims my mouth tastes pussy. Is she right?"
In no time Marianne popped her brunette head around to french kiss Ingrid. Helene just gazed with eyes wide.
Wow, they're like sharing MY juices!
"Hmmm," Marianne mused mischiveuously. "Very nice indeed. What vintage, exactly?"
"1985," Ingrid grinned. "Made from first class Norwegian pussy."
"I would like ten bottles.... no wait, make that eleven."
There was no stopping these two girls.
"Give me a break for fuck's sake!" Helene laughed.
She felt Marianne's hand on her cheek.
"It might seem to you like we're joking, but..." She bit her lips. "I'm SERIOUSLY dying to get off with you now, Helene."
Ingrid slipped her finger inside Helene's pussy and held it to the brunette's nose.
"You mean you're dying to get a taste of this?"
"Oh stop teasing me."
Marianne tried to turn her head away, but her nose was drawn to Ingrid's sticky fragrant finger.
"Oh Jesus..." She inhaled deeply. "Helene, why don't you patent this smell and start selling it as perfume? I mean, who would want Chanel no 5 if they could spray this all over their body?"
Helene laughed.
"Yeah, I did give it a thought, but..." She paused. "I really don't want to share my...", she blushed, "share my pussy with anyone but the two of you."
"And maybe Sandrine," Ingrid winked.
"Yeah, maybe her as well."
"Will you share it with me now, Helene?"
Marianne looked at her with her amazing green eyes.
"Will you?"
"Yes, I will."
Marianne was about to position herself between Helene's thighs when Ingrid intervened.
Both girls stared at her.
"Oops, sorry girls, just had an idea." Ingrid and her ideas! "Why don't you lie down on top of me? Then we can kiss and stuff and Marianne can lick you from behind. I'm sure that's ok with Marianne too, she always loves licking me from behind."
Helene and Ingrid looked at the brunette.
"Can we just get on with it?? Pleeeeease..." Marianne looked at them in despair. "Christ.." she muttered to herself. "I don't care what fucking angle I lick her from, I just have to lick her... NOW!"
Ingrid motioned for Helene to lay down on top of her, breast to breast.
"Are you comfortable?"
"I feel like I'm floating on a cloud."
Ingrid smiled and gave Helene's cute freckled nose a peck.
"Fly away with me..." she hummed.
Helene dived her tongue inside Ingrid's mouth while she sensed Marianne approach her from behind. Helene couldn't help feeling a bit self conscious. Her pussy was one thing, but now her butt was exposed too! Like... Marianne could see everything! It felt a bit funny... but kinda cool too.
She felt Marianne's hot breath on her cunt.
"Aahh..."
Helene sighed deeply. Ingrid looked at her with intense blue eyes.
"Tell me, Helene, tell me what she's doing to you."
Marianne's hands were all over Helene's ass while her tongue slipped inside her vagina.
"Her tongue... oh fuck... she's inside me... oh heavens..."
Helene moaned hard into Ingrid's face. Ingrid stuck out her tongue and they made out while Marianne slid her tongue all over Helene's pussy.
"Aaahh! Fuck... yessss.....aaaahh!!!!!"
"We will be arriving at Gardermoen Airport in about ten minutes. Please fasten your seatbelts and move your seat to an upright position."
Helene scanned the surroundings in total bewilderment.
"Ingrid??? Marianne??"
Opening her eyes, Helene saw her dream visions give way to more prosaic images: an elderly woman seated next to her, an overweight stewardess carrying a tray of used paper cups, the panorama view of farms and forests a couple of miles below them.
The dream was much more interesting...
Helene closed her eyes once more, hoping that the gatekeeper to her dreamworld would let her back in, if only for a few moments. When the plane finally landed ten minutes afterwards, sweet images of her girlfriends were swimming around in her head.
"First things first," the 17-year old said to herself, dragging her suitcase through the customs. Noticing the signposts for the toilets, she was tempted to sort herself out there, but decided to hold out. Bringing herself off in a public bathroom wasn't really her style.
She laughed at herself for even having toyed with the idea.
She'd just got on the train when her mobile rang.
"Hi, it's Sandrine."
They'd said goodbye to each other on the railway station in Toulouse that morning.
"Sorry, I know it's stupid to call you already, but..."
"Hey, you never have to excuse yourself for calling me, Sandrine."
"Thanks, Helene. It's just... fuck, I've started missing you so damn much already!"
She sounded really upset.
"I miss you too, Sandrine. But hey, it's less than two months till' we see each other again."
"You really want me to come and visit you?"
"You know I do, Sandrine."
"Don't you think you're just gonna forget about me now that you're back home with your friends again?"
"I'm never gonna forget about you, Sandrine. I..."
"Yes, Helene?"
"No, it can wait."
"No, please, Helene, please tell me."
"I'll tell you when you come to visit me."
"Is that a promise?" "Yes. If you promise to tell me everything too."
"I have many things I want to tell you, Helene." "I know, Sandrine. When we meet next time, things will be different."
Things would be different. Helene sensed that things were happening in her life.
Helene was happy. She would spend the summer with her best friends, Ingrid and Marianne, in a nice summer cottage by the sea. In August, Sandrine would come and visit her. And what would happen then? Maybe she would have a girlfriend before this summer was over? Like, her own girlfriend! Wow...
She thought about her dream. It wasn't the first time she'd thought about her friends in a sexual way, but for the past year all her fantasies had centred around Sandrine. Anyway, nothing wrong with playing with one or two alternative scenarios was there? Okay, so Ingrid and Marianne were both straight, but hell... It was just for fun. What was imagination for anyway?
Helene had decided she would tell Ingrid and Marianne she was gay. She hadn't before, most of all because she wasn't sure then. Now she knew. She WAS gay.
Hell, like Ingrid and Marianne hadn't guessed that already anyway! Of course they had, the sly little creatures. Helene sometimes felt they knew her better than she knew herself.
And then... Ingrid and Marianne might be straight, but they were also open-minded. Maybe they would want to indulge in a little lezzie-action? The 17-year old looked around nervously. No, nobody could see her. She put her hand to her crotch. It was hot, hot and humid.
"Helene!" she stopped herself, bringing her hand to her mouth, as if that would put an end to the workings of her naughty mind. "What are you DOING?"
"You're so BAD!"
Maybe some things were after all better left to the imagination. Sure, who knows, both Ingrid and Marianne might be open to a little experimentation, but Helene knew the friendship the three girls shared was too precious and too unique to play with. And Sandrine was coming anyway, right?
I mean, you can hold out for just two months, Helene?
It was going to be the greatest summer in Helene's life.
THE END
I might write another story based on these characters, IF there is some reader demand for it. Write to me at: lengsel2003@hotmail.com