MY NEW NEIGHBOR 2
This is a work of lesbian fiction. All of the characters and scenarios existed only in the imagination of the author. If you are offended by adult lesbians having sex with teenage girls, please stop reading immediately.
(Lesbian High School)
In case you forgot, my name is Chelsea Olsen, and I'm now a junior at James Madison High School. Utilizing my years of dance training, I was selected to be one of Madison High's Song Girls. Excuse me for bragging, but being a Song Girl is quite prestigious at our school, and I no longer feel like the anonymous, skinny girl that I did in my freshmen and sophomore years.
I probably shouldn't be telling you my deepest secrets, but over the summer I enjoyed lesbian sex with my beautiful, adult neighbor, Connie Halstead.
Now that I'm being honest, I have been secretly attracted to girls for as long as I can remember. Connie moved to our neighborhood just prior to the end of my sophomore school year. I was immediately intrigued with my new neighbor, who was a successful Financial Analyst at the age of 32. I think that her taught, 5'10" body, and big, 36-D boobs may have had something to do with my interest as well.
I had arranged with Connie to do some light housekeeping for her over the summer, as I wanted to prove to my parents that I could earn money in order to pay for my Song Girl wardrobe.
One day, I accidentally stumbled upon Connie having sex with another woman. While I was stunned and embarrassed, I would be lying if I said that it didn't turn me on. Connie and I had flirted a couple of times over the summer, even making out and caressing and kissing each other's boobs.
I later freaked out when Connie tried to take things further. I was 15 and confused. Give me a break! Eventually, I would willingly give my young body to my sexually-experienced lesbian neighbor.
Football season was starting in the fall. Now that I was a Song Girl, classmates who had ignored me during the previous two years were now interested in becoming my friend, and boys wanted to date me.
Dressed in my red, white, and blue "Patriots" Song Girl outfit, I knew that most of them were trying to glom onto my new popularity. As I had no genuine interest in boys, I was able to at least temporarily put them off by listing school work assignments and Song Girl responsibilities that were keeping me busy.
At our school, only juniors and seniors could be on the Varsity Cheer and Song Girl squads. Freshmen and sophomores are on the JV team. As I hadn't been on the JV team, it was kind of unusual for me to be selected as a Varsity Song Girl, as there were only six of us in the unit.
Our captain was a senior by the name of Hope Miller. Not yet 18, she was one of the prettiest girls that I had ever seen. While I was still only 5'2", I sometimes felt scrawny and insignificant next to some of the other beautiful Song Girls. I hoped that there would soon be a growth spurt in my future, and that I would continue to fill out.
As I was essentially the "new girl" to the program, Hope took a particular interest in getting me up to speed before the first football game. I was a fast learner, and frankly, a better dancer than some of the others. One day after practice, Hope hugged me and said that she was proud of me. I was in heaven!
Blonde, like me, that's where the similarities ended. Hope looked every bit a woman. At 5'8", she had already filled out in all of the right places. Hope looked a little like a high school Margot Robbie... Well, at least to me. Needless to say, I was envious of Hope, and more than a little attracted to the high school beauty.
I was excited to perform our routines during the first home football game of the season. The Patriots had a lot of returning players, and expectations were high for our Varsity boys.
I wore my Song Girl outfit to school that first Friday in September. There was a school assembly that morning that included a rally for the football game. With all eyes on us as we performed our routine, I felt like a celebrity! A girl who had been unkind to me as a freshman, was now telling me how pretty I looked. Weird!
We won the game 35-10, and the Song Girls performed our routines flawlessly. Looking up in the stands, I gave a quick smile and wave to Mom and Dad. I was very surprised to see that Connie was also at the game, presumably to see my debut, and she was sitting with the black-haired woman whom I had seen her having sex with.
After a home game, the parents and friends of the football players and the girls on the cheer and song teams usually come down to the field. There were a lot of people milling around as I looked for my folks. I was stunned to see them standing with Connie and the dark-haired woman. I took a deep breath, and tried to be nonchalant as I walked up to the small group. Mom looked so proudly at me. Congratulating me on my performance, she gave me a quick hug and kiss on the cheek. Dad followed suit. I was glad that neither went overboard and embarrassed me.
Before Connie could say anything, I started in: "What a surprise. It was so nice of you to come tonight, Connie." Connie gave me a friendly, maternal smile and introduced me to the woman standing next to her. "This is my co-worker, Julie. She's a Madison alum." Julie joked, "Yes, indeed. It was just a year or two ago." Julie was clearly in her late 20's, and almost as beautiful as Connie.
Everything went smoothly, and I don't think either of my parents detected anything untoward as I drove back home with them. Thank God!
The following Monday at school, Hope asked me, "Who was that tall, pretty brunette that was standing with you and your parents after the game?" I think Hope was expecting me to say that she was my aunt, or my cousin, or something. She seemed genuinely surprised when I identified her as my neighbor, and that she had been a cheerleader at State U.
"Well, she's really hot." Hope stated matter-of-factly. Little did Hope know that I had eaten Connie's pussy, and that she had eaten mine!
Madison High next had a non-league game scheduled at Crowley High, which was a town some 150 miles away. The game had been agreed upon two years prior, and the Madison boosters had used the time to raise funds for all of the players, coaches, and the cheer and song squads to travel for an overnight stay in Crowley.
With the unusual amount of travel involved, the game was scheduled for Saturday afternoon. We would leave by bus immediately after school on Friday. Rather than the usual yellow buses, three luxury buses had been arranged for. Two buses would be used for the players and their coaches. Big-donor boosters would ride with us. It was very clear to all that they wanted to keep the boys and girls well separated during the trip, which was fine by me.
The P.E. teacher assigned to lead and coach the cheer and song girls was the same woman, Miss Lavorski. She also coached the girl's tennis team in the spring. Some of the girls whispered that she was a "diesel dyke," which I thought was a particularly mean stereotype against our short-haired coach.
We were all excited for the game and our overnight stay. Many of the parents, including my Mom, came out to say goodbye and wish the team good luck. Finally boarding the bus, the rear section had been reserved for the cheer and song squads. The adults and boosters sat in front of us.
As I boarded the bus, Hope reached for my hand, and said, "Sit with me." I was thrilled!
I loved talking with Hope. Although she was a senior and I was a junior, she seemed so much more worldly and confident that I was. She was also dating the handsomest boy in school, who was on the baseball team, and Hope was almost a shoo-in to be selected Homecoming Queen. Except for the boy, I envied everything about Hope, and was grateful that she had chosen me as a friend.
The nearly three-hour bus ride seemed to go by in only minutes, as I had been so enthralled by sitting with Hope. It was now nearly 7:00 p.m. We were all given box lunches to eat, and were sprawled around the hotel lobby as we waited for our room assignments.
This time, there was no practical way to separate the dozen girls from the 50-plus football players. Two excited boys sat with Hope and I as we sat on a garden wall eating our sandwiches.
After 30 or 40 minutes, Miss Lavorski called all of the girls together for their room assignments. She cautioned all of us to be on our best behavior, and that anyone caught in a hotel room with a boy would be kicked off the squad and probably expelled. I don't know if she was bluffing, but I knew that I wouldn't be caught with a boy.
Since there were only four other Song Girls besides Hope and myself, I crossed my fingers that we would be sharing a room. As Miss Lavorski went through her list and handed out the electronic room keys, at last she said: "Hope, you're with Chelsea." I wanted to scream with joy and kiss Hope on the lips, but I did my best not to show any reaction in front of the other girls.
With our bed check not until 10:00 p.m., some of the girls wanted to wander around the hotel. I was a little tired from the long day, and I wanted to unpack and make sure that my cheer outfit wasn't wrinkled. Since Hope's boyfriend wasn't on the trip, as he was a baseball player, she decided to join me.
Unpacking quickly, and carefully hanging my red, white, and blue cheer uniform in the closet, I went into the bathroom to change into my night clothes, which were little more than a white, "wife beater" tank top, and a pair of athletic shorts. Eventually, Hope changed into a similar nighttime outfit, and we lounged on our single beds.
Like me, Hope had taken off her bra. Unlike me, her big, round boobs pressed tightly against the thin cotton fabric of her undersized t-shirt. I found it hard to look away as Hope's nipples very noticeably protruded outward.
We talked and watched TV until there was a knock at the door. Miss Lavorski looked in, and checked off that we were in our room. Wishing us a good night, she reminded us that we were in for a busy day tomorrow.
It was weird, and probably just my imagination, but I could almost feel our Song Girl coach undressing Hope and me with her eyes as she lingered in the doorway. She seemed to give a particularly creepy smile toward Hope. Maybe the other girls were right?!
Excited to be away from school, and away from our parents, even for just one night, Hope and I continued to watch TV and talk into the night.
I don't remember falling asleep, but I woke up blearily in the semi-darkened hotel room. One lone lamp provided dim light. I noticed that Hope's bed was empty.
Suddenly, I felt something moving beneath the covers of my bed. I then began to feel my "wife beater" being lifted, and a pair of lips encapsulating one of my pointy, A-cup boobs, while the other was being busily fondled.
Throwing off the bedcovers, I was startled to see that Hope was topless, and had my little boobie in her smiling mouth. Looking up at me, the 17-year-old said, "I've noticed the way that you look at me, Chelsea, so I didn't think you'd mind." Hope laughed, and went back to playing with my boobies. Needless to say, I did nothing to stop her.
With the covers now kicked off of the bed, Hope crawled up to kiss me. Hope's mature boobs pressed against me as her tongue brazenly entered my mouth. Hope's boobs were big for a teenage girl, but not as large as Connie's. I caressed Hope's lustrous blonde hair as we kissed. Hope seemed surprised at how quickly I was going along with the girl-girl thing.
Looking back, I guess I hadn't too subtle when I found myself staring at our bombshell Song Girl captain. However, I was surprised that Hope would take such a gamble by crawling into my bed. If she had read me wrong, or I had reacted by screaming and running out of the room, she would likely have been in big trouble, or even faced expulsion from our high school.
When Hope lifted her face from kissing me in order to get some air, I quickly lifted my "wife beater" over my head and threw it to the floor. I adjusted my body beneath Hope's so that her round boobs would press against my little breasts.
Stroking Hope's back as she laid atop me, Hope looked into my blue eyes and said in a sing-song voice, "Chelsea likes gir-irls." I chuckled, and reached down to clutch her bubble-butt cheeks. I answered, "Yes, I do-oo." I then kissed the smiling girl on the lips.
I felt so flattered that Hope had chosen me to have sex with over the other pretty girls on the song and cheer squads, and the other pretty girls in our school. I wondered if her dopey boyfriend knew that Hope fucked girls?
Hope later told me that she had planned for weeks to seduce me, thinking that I had never been with another girl. I surprised her when I rolled her off of me and began fishing below her waist. Swiftly removing her panties as well as mine, I parted her long legs and placed them over my shoulders.
Laughing because she had assumed that it would take some work before she could have sex with me, Hope enthusiastically said, "Go Chelsea, Go," astonished by my lesbian aggressiveness. Petting her shaven pussy with my fingers, it was a revelation that Hope was sexily bald down there, like a prepubescent girl.
Hope flinched a bit when I inserted a curious finger... and then two. Gently sliding my digits in-and-out of her high school pussy, I gradually increased my speed and intensity. Hope closed her eyes with satisfied delight as I furiously finger-fucked her for several minutes. With my other hand, I circled her pink areolae.
In the dim light, I could lustily see Hope's round boobs as she laid on the bed, so I adjusted my position. While still finger-fucking my Song Girl captain, I sidled closer to her in order to suckle her boobs. Hope mumbled some nonsense as I attended to her adult-size breasts, alternately licking and sucking her raised pink nipples.
After a few minutes of this, I repositioned myself again so that my face was now between Hope's athletic thighs. Hope's hips and muscular stomach rippled as I enthusiastically applied what I had learned from Connie. My impatient tongue assailed my 17-year-old friend, offering no respite as I hungrily bored into Hope's hairless pussy.
Reaching up Hope's body with my right hand, I began to squeeze one of her ample breasts as I greedily continued to tongue-fuck Madison High's probable Homecoming Queen.
Hope orgasmed in wet spasms. Her young body was heaving as I continued to penetrate Hope's pussy with my fingers and tongue. Hope involuntarily let out a small scream which she had to stifle with her hand. It seemed like a long time before I let up.
Basking in the afterglow, Hope's hands were at her sides as if she had been crucified by my tongue and fingers. Looking up at me, Hope asked, "Chelsea, where in the fuck did you learn to do all that?" I didn't answer, but smiled broadly. My fingers playfully pinched her erect pink nipples as we laid there.
Allowing both of us time to rest, I laid my head on one of Hope's pillowy breasts. Hope stroked my blonde hair, and then lovingly rested her arm around my shoulder. I wondered if I was in love with Hope?
Hope and I would continue to make love into the night. We were cognizant that we would have to rise early for a team meeting and breakfast before bussing to Crowley High's stadium for the 1:00 p.m. game.
Wrapping her arms around me as we spooned naked in the little bed, we both admitted to being turned out as lesbians by older women. Hope was very surprised, and seemed a little jealous to learn that Connie and I were semi-regular lovers. I was then flabbergasted that Hope revealed that she had had her first lesbian encounter with our Song Girl coach, Miss Lavorski, when she was a sophomore on the JV cheer squad.
The alarm on my iPhone sounded a lot earlier in the morning than I would have liked. Rousing sleepy-eyed Hope from our bed, I pinched her nipple and slapped her boob to get her moving.
Hope had the great idea that in order to save time that we should shower together. Soaping each other's lithe bodies was a thrill. My fingers eagerly explored Hope's voluptuous, naked body in the bright bathroom lights.
After tweaking my pointy little boobs with her fingers, Hope's hand found my pussy, and she began vigorously finger-fucking me under the hot water. It was awesome!
Hope jumped a little when my exploring finger found her anus. After watching some lesbian porn online, I had been anxious to explore that orifice with Connie. In my wildest imagination I could never have dreamed of touching Hope in that way. It made me want more.
I wish that we could have stayed in that shower for the rest of the morning. Unfortunately, we had to disappointedly bow to time constraints, drying the other's nubile body with the fluffy hotel towels before we began to dress in our Song Girl outfits, with matching red bows in our ponytailed hair.
I paranoidly felt that everyone was looking at me when Hope and I showed up for the team breakfast. Did they know that I had eaten Hope's cunt? I nervously tried to keep quiet and cool as we prepared for the football game.
However, I don't think I exaggerated that Miss Lavorski looked at me as suspiciously as I was looking at her. I wondered if she was fucking any of the other underage girls on the squad?
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The football game was hard fought, but Madison came out on top, 42-35. We hugged the victorious, sweaty boys after the game. That was a mistake, because they were able to shower while we weren't. I felt like I could smell sweaty boy all over me during the long bus ride back home.
Hope and I wordlessly pressed our bare thighs against each other as we rode home, and she even briefly held my hand when no one was looking. Sitting next to her, I wanted to spend the rest of the trip kissing her, and feeling her boobs up.
The football season passed quickly. Mom and Dad would show up occasionally, as would Connie. In fact, I was a little concerned when I saw Hope and Connie talking after one of the football games. However, nothing seemed to come from it.
Madison's football team, unfortunately, got knocked out in the playoffs. There would be a short break for us before the basketball season started. The break would, happily, coincide with my 16th birthday.
With school, homework, Song Girl practice and performing at games, I had little time for a social life. Needless to say, it had proven nearly impossible for me to hook up with either Hope or Connie without arousing suspicion. I should've been happy because I was more popular at school than I could have ever imagined, but I couldn't break away to live my secret lesbian life.
For my birthday weekend, Hope invited me to join her at her parent's lakeside cabin. It would just be the two of us. Although I had to run it by my parents, I was sure that they would approve. I sincerely hoped, no pun intended, that Hope and I would be able to have some intimate time together.
With my actual birthday taking place on Wednesday of that week, Mom and Dad took me out to my favorite restaurant, and Mom made a chocolate cake for me for when we returned home. My Dad said, "Happy birthday, sweet 16," and kissed me on the cheek before I blew out the candles.
I made a wish that I would find my birthday gift between Hope's smooth legs at the lakeside cabin.
Hope was the oldest of three children. Her brothers were considerably younger. One was still in grade school, while the other was in 8th grade. I think the 8th grader had a little crush on me. It was kind of cute.
Like me, Hope got good grades, and was never in any trouble. My parents really liked her, and her parents liked me. As a present for being selected Madison's Homecoming Queen, Hope's parents offered their nearly adult daughter their cabin for a weekend getaway, on the one condition that she invite another girl, and not her boyfriend.
Leaving on Friday, right after school, the 90-mile drive to the cabin was a lot of fun. I began to feel like a grown-up as Hope and I were at last alone. As we rode, we sang along to Taylor Swift songs in the car. A girl at school had once told me that with my blonde hair, I looked like Taylor Swift. I considered it a huge compliment. Truth be told, I would love to fuck Taylor Swift... or Selena Gomez. Maybe both?!
Arriving at the cabin after a nearly 90-minute drive, it was not nearly as rustic as I had imagined, and seemed more like a small, comfortable, two-bedroom house, with all of the modern amenities. But it had an especially beautiful view of the lake, which was in easy walking distance. The nearest neighbor was almost 100 yards away.
Since it was November, and the weather was chilly, neither of us would be jumping into the lake that weekend. Unpacking our belongings from the car, both of our mothers had provided enough food for at least a week.
With the door closed behind us, we began to hug and kiss. My weeks of pent-up sexual frustration melted away in Hope's arms. I wanted to head straight for the bedroom and stay there all weekend, but Hope insisted that there would be plenty of time for that, but first we had to get organized.
Obeying my Song Girl captain, we unpacked our bags and put the groceries in the pantry and refrigerator. Exploring the kitchen, I found all of the pots, pans and silverware that we would need.
With the late fall sun setting, Hope suggested that it might be romantic to sit outside and look at the lake.
Putting on our jackets, we sat on an outdoor wooden love seat and looked down the hill. The orange sun shimmering off of the lake was beautiful. Hope and I held hands wordlessly. At that moment, I felt like I was in love.
After making a simple pasta dinner, Hope and I washed the dishes. Not wanting to watch television, I began to undress and walked to the master bedroom. Hope eagerly followed.
With one of my pointy, naked boobs in her hand, Hope began to French kiss me. I think I enjoyed tongue-kissing every bit as much as eating pussy! Hope lowered her head and began to lick and suck on my little titties!
Hope was wearing a flannel shirt due to the cool weather. I began to unbutton her shirt, one-by-one. With her bra exposed, I forced my hand beneath, squeezing Hope's mature breasts, causing her to giggle at my brazenness.
Soon, we were naked, and squirming on the bed as our hands and mouths explored the taut body of the other. With no neighbors around, we both laughed and howled happily and loudly as we fondled each other and kissed.
Finding her way between my slender legs, Hope looked up at me and said: "Happy birthday, sweet 16" before her steeled tongue penetrated my pussy. With Hope licking lustily, and probing my pussy with her fingers and speared tongue, I moaned with ecstasy. The long wait had been worth it.
Hope and I made love well into the early morning. With her hand cupping my little breast, we eventually fell asleep. As I drifted off, for some reason I began to wonder what Connie was doing at that moment?
Waking up the next morning at nearly 10:00 a.m., I could smell bacon cooking in the kitchen. Rising from the bed naked, I saw Hope was wearing an apron, but no other clothes, as she made breakfast. Hope's bald, cleanly-shaven pussy teasingly peaked out from the front of her short apron. Her athletic, bubble-butt was completely uncovered.
After breakfast, while I wanted to go back and fuck some more, Hope suggested that we take a walk by the lake, promising that she had a surprise for me in the afternoon.
It being an unseasonably warm fall Saturday afternoon, I was later lounging in shorts, dutifully completing the little bit of homework that I had brought with me.
Suddenly, a honking car horn could be heard approaching the driveway. "OH, SHIT!" I thought. Who could that possibly be? I hoped that it wasn't Hope's family, and I prayed that it wasn't mine!!! I nervously looked around the room. Hope and I were both fully dressed, and there were no outward signs that we had spent the night fucking each other.
I then thought of the master bedroom. Anyone would have been able to see that two girls had shared the same bed. Running into the room, I was surprised to see that Hope had already neatly made the bed. Whew!
Running back into the living room, I heard a knock at the door. Hope didn't seem flustered at all as she walked to answer the door.
I was absolutely gobsmacked to see Connie enter the room, followed by her younger lover, Julie. I was further stunned when Hope welcomed both women with an extended kiss on the lips.
Looking at me, Hope said: "Surprise, sweet 16. I thought we could have an additional bit of fun this weekend." I had never seen such a devious smile on Hope's face before, and it kind of scared me. How Hope had set this all up absolutely baffled me.
Connie had her arm possessively around Julie's waist, and said: "Chels, you remember Julie?" I nodded my head, giving an uncomprehending smile. Approaching me, the black-haired beauty said, "Honey, I hope there's no hard feelings from that day? I overreacted. I just didn't know what was going on." I assured her that there were no hard feelings on my end. Julie then surprised me with a tender kiss on the lips, her hand touched the arch of my ass as she hugged me.
My head was spinning. Were we all now supposed to fuck? Who was I supposed to fuck? Hope or Connie? Or, was this going to be an orgy? I had expected to have a quiet weekend to make love with the prettiest girl in Madison High School. Now, two unexpected visitors had arrived, and I didn't know what was going on.
Hope asked her new guests to sit down, and Julie provocatively sat in Connie's lap. As if in response, Hope sat suggestively close to me, her hand guardingly placed around my shoulder.
The three women talked as if they had been friends for years, while I sat there uncomfortably. Hope reminded the others that it was my birthday. All three sang Happy Birthday to me. I could feel that my blushing face must have been beet red as Hope gathered me towards her and kissed me.
After some more conversation, Hope rose from the couch and prepared a tossed salad for all of us to eat. I followed Connie's and Julie's eyes as they watched the beautiful, blonde 17-year-old move around in her braless t-shirt and short shorts.
I was on pins and needles as evening approached. Sleeping arrangements would need to be sorted out, I assumed. Thus far, no one had made any suggestions of a sexual nature. I became even more confused and apprehensive. Clearly, I was the only one who had not been informed of my birthday party surprise.
Finally, Hope suggested that we play "Spin the Bottle." Connie and Julie eagerly agreed. No one seemed to notice that I sat there quietly.
Hope laid out the rules for her special brand of girl-girl "Spin the Bottle." The four of us were to strip to bra and panties. After spinning the bottle, the girl whom the bottle pointed at had to kiss the spinner and remove an article of clothing. The spinner would then be allowed to touch any portion of that girl's body. The rules elicited excited laughter and the clapping of hands.
Before I could react, Hope was lifting my t-shirt over my head, and unbuttoning my shorts. I then sat on the floor. My little, pointy boobs, in my A-cup bra made me feel childish and insecure.
Since Hope wasn't wearing a bra, I was agreed that she could use her t-shirt as her second article of clothing. She rolled it up toward her boobs, revealing her flat, tan stomach. Dropping her shorts, Hope's thick, athletic, Song Girl ass was proudly on display through her thong bikini panties.
Connie and Julie were soon in their bras and panties, and had joined us in a circle on the floor. I had to admit that my fears of the unknown had begun to subside as I looked at the scrumptious, nearly-nude female bodies surrounding me.
As I was the birthday girl, I had the honor of spinning first. Taking a deep breath, I spun the empty Coca-Cola bottle on the wood floor. It pointed to Julie, the only one of the three that I hadn't previously had sex with. Julie smilingly removed her bra as I crawled toward her for a kiss. Her boobs were not as big as Hope's, nor as small as mine. I would say that they were a full B-cup, and showed no tan lines. I have to admit that they looked mouth-watering!
On my knees, I playfully squeezed one of Julie's perky breasts, and moved in for my kiss. I was surprised by Julie's aggressive, yet tender tongue-kiss. As her tongue rolled sensually against mine, I didn't want it to stop. It was the most erotic French kiss that I had ever experienced. I could feel that my eyes were as wide as saucers as I returned to my spot on the floor. Hope was laughing, and playfully slapped my thigh.
It was now Julie's turn to spin. The bottle pointed at Connie, who dutifully removed her 36-D bra. Hope appeared to be mesmerized as she gazed at Connie's big, naked boobs. Like me, Julie gave Connie's boob a little squeeze, but delivered a similarly intense tongue-kiss to the brown-haired 32-year-old.
When Connie spun, it pointed at Hope, who enthusiastically removed her bra and shimmied her ample boobs. Rather than a probative squeeze, Connie latched onto Hope's boob with her impatient mouth. Hope returned the favor by reaching for Connie's big breasts with both hands.
After several more spins, we were all naked, and had been pawed, probed, and licked by all of the excited participants. Any hesitation that I had, long ago disappeared as I laughed and giggled with the others.
Rising from her seated position, Hope was completely naked. Connie and Julie were clearly intrigued by Hope's taut, mature-looking body, and particularly her bald pussy.
Hope encouraged us to adjourn to her hot tub. Grabbing two bottles of wine that she had brought, Connie also produced some plastic cups as Hope stepped outside, still naked, to heat up the tub and turn on the whirlpool jets.
With the wine opened, Julie handed me a plastic cup while playfully pinching one of my nipples. I was excited to be in the same room with three such beautiful, naked women.
The Chardonnay went down easily. It tasted buttery and fruity at the same time. I had never had wine before, and I downed it quickly, which gave me a warm, slightly fuzzy feeling. As we waited for the hot tub, the pairing off began. Connie and Hope were making out in a chair, and Julie couldn't seem to keep her hands off of my slender, newly-16-year-old body as she poured some more wine for me.
Eventually, Hope announced that the hot tub had to be ready by now. With the four of us still naked, we each walked with a towel in our hand to the backyard patio.
The hot tub was enormous. I estimated that it could have comfortably fit eight or more. The bubbling water was very warm, but not uncomfortably so in the cold night. The hot tub area was surrounded by a high fence to keep out any prying eyes, and the nearest neighbor, who was almost 100 yards away.
Julie was the first to enter, and she then held my hand as I stepped into the hot tub. Julie positioned me so that was straddling her thigh with my pussy, and facing her. Spontaneously, both of our eager hands reached for the other's boobs as we made out in the bubbling hot tub.
Not to be outdone, Hope sat on the edge of the hot tub and brazenly spread her legs. Needing no additional invitation, Connie began to voraciously eat out my 17-year-old high school friend. In between licking Hope, Connie murmured something to Julie that sounded like, "Nothing better than high school pussy."
Julie's hands were all over me as we kissed. Roaming from my boobs, to my stomach, to my crotch. I could see some splashing among the bubbles as she frenziedly rubbed my young, blonde pussy beneath the water.
Like a female wrestling tag team, Connie and Julie switched places and partners. Lifting my wet body to the edge of the hot tub, Connie began feasting on my wet pussy with her experienced tongue.
First kissing and then licking Hope's B-cup breasts, I watched Julie's raven-black hair shaking from side to side as she ate Hope's hairless pussy. Steam rose from the hot tub, giving a shine to Hope's gorgeous, tan boobs.
After groping, kissing, and licking one another in every conceivable combination, it was suggested that we get out of the increasingly warm hot tub. Drying our naked bodies in the cool fall air, we scampered back into the lake cabin.
Falling onto the large bed, we four were a mass of tangled arms and legs as I eagerly engaged in my first lesbian orgy. In the darkened bedroom, I could feel fingers, hands, tongues, and lips traversing across my petite, 5'2" body.
Suddenly, I found myself the odd man out. Julie had placed her pussy over Connie's face, allowing the 32-year-old to easily eat her out. Simultaneously, Hope was positioned between Connie's legs, happily lapping on the bikini-waxed brown pussy of the buxom older woman.
Hope's enticing, athletic ass was only inches from my face while she attended to Connie with her tongue. Gripping Hope's bubble-butt cheeks, I excitedly delivered my first tentative licks to the rim of Hope's anus.
Alarmed, Hope stopped eating Connie's pussy long enough to ask, "What the fuck, Chelsea?" "Relax," I whispered while continuing to lick Hope's rectum. Settling back down to lick Connie, I steeled my tongue to spear my 17-year-old cheer captain.
Hope was startled by my unexpected oral penetration, but she remained unmoved as I added my probing fingers to the exploration of her virgin backside.
We four would make love into the early morning, and during the next day. I would be eagerly fucked by all three ladies, alone, in pairs, and all together. I would return the favor as fervently as I could. I was just 16-years-old, and I couldn't get my fill of boobs and pussies.
Driving back home, I thanked Hope for my unexpected birthday presents. I hated having a secret life from my trusting parents, and knew that it was only a matter of time before I had to come clean to them.
Knowing that Hope would be leaving for college in just a matter of months, I tried to stay close to her side. Publicly, we referred to each other as best friends.
The End of Part 2.
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