My First Legal Fun Ch 02

[I am new at this, so yeah - there is that. Please understand that I am VERY new at this so if I don't give you a polished work, don't be surprised. Also, this is part two. You probably have to read the first story to get what is going on. :-) I hope you like!]

FUN PLANS...

One thing my bff Gracie always amazed me at was how she could be talking about one thing with words that seemed so simple and direct, but actually she could be secretly talking about something very different. She was smart. She was a good talker. She was sexy. She was my secret lover.

Yeah - about that secret. Her mom and dad were very religious. Church every Sunday. If they had any idea what Gracie and I did in private I would never get to see her again I am sure. Her parents were very kind to me. They liked me. But that was because they had no idea how much I was into their daughter. They even included me on their summer vacation this year when they rented a houseboat and we floated along the Colorado River and a lake for a week.

That is kind of a side story, but maybe I should talk about it now because it kind of has a way of affecting what Gracie and I did after that first day of school.

When I was packing for the trip, my mom saw the swimsuits I was folding up and stuffing in my bag. "Uh, I don't think so young lady. You are not going to be wearing that bikini around Gracie's dad."

"Oh mom, are you -- really?!" I just huffed and crossed my arms. I could not believe she was actually monitoring what I was packing. Besides, Mr. Parker was not a hypocrite - like my mom. He was noble. He was genuine. He was definitely NOT a perv.

I chose to argue with mom on her level though. "Mom, he is not even gonna be out in the water with us or off doing stuff with us. He and Mrs. P are gonna be on the houseboat the whole time."

"Well, I don't care, girl. There will be plenty of other eyes out there and you do not need to be advertising what is not for sale." With that, she actually reached into my pile of clothes and snatched my bikinis and walked out of my bedroom like the queen bitch she was.

I shot Gracie a text... --My mom - arghh--

She quickly replied... --what did she do now?!--

I proceeded to explain the whole bikini thing. At first Gracie wanted to have me wait until later that night and sneak into my parents bedroom and find what belonged to me and take it back. But no way mom would not notice that. That's when Gracie had her great idea. She assured me not to worry. Just come over the next morning before 9am so we could talk things over with her dad.

--Your dad?!?-- I questioned.

--lol relax - we got this. Trust me?--

I smiled and shook my head as I texted back... --yeppers--

Some of the most intense moments of my life had soon followed moments when Gracie had asked me that simple question, "trust me?". I could feel another moment swelling up on the horizon.

Well, Mr. P usually heads to his office around 9am. So I was up and on my way in plenty of time. It only took me 10 minutes to walk to their house from our house. And by slipping out the door that early, I figured I would not have to even deal with any questioning from my mom. I was wearing shorts and a tank top that she probably would have given me a lecture about.

I texted Gracie to let her know I was around the corner and she texted back... --the door is open - come on in--. I loved how welcome I was at the Parker's home. Sometimes I felt a little guilty about how Gracie and I would take advantage of that freedom. But it really was the best and safest place to hook up without privacy worries. Her dad ran their investment company. Her mom worked in the office in the afternoons usually. So it was pretty easy to get alone time with Gracie at her house. All the boys liked Gracie. And I had dated a guy last year that the Parkers knew. So her parents would never suspect that Gracie and I were lovers. So yeah, I felt a little guilty about it.

Mr. Parker was sitting on the patio by their pool chatting with Mrs. P when I got there. Gracie smiled and gave me a quick, playful kiss and said, "Follow me and just play along. I got this girl. Trust me?" God I loved that sly smile of hers, even when she was about to get me deep into some type of adventure or even trouble!

As we stepped outside to the patio, Gracie chirped, "Ok - we are gonna return some books to the school library and then go do some shopping."

I thought to myself, "we are?" But on the outside I just smiled and nodded in agreement. When Mrs. P offered me a bagel, Gracie said, "Really mom? We are going shopping. No extra pounds allowed!"

They both giggled. Gracie then quipped with that amazing skill of hers - saying a simple innocent thing while having deeper more sneaky meaning. "Yeah, Jessi's mom said that she had nothing good to wear on our trip. So we need to find something."

Of course, what I did know is that whenever Gracie dangled in front of her dad the combo of genuine need and shopping, he was so easy to get money out of! He looked up and with such a sweet tone echoed, "Nothing good to wear on our trip?"

Gracie sighed. "Yeah. But she has been saving up. So I am going to help her find something."

Mr. P nodded and smiled. "Saving up? Good girl, Jessica." Of course he liked the idea of a teenager managing money like that. Before I could open my mouth and ruin what Gracie had set in motion, she spoke up.

"Hoping we can find matching bikinis! Easy for you to find us, just in case. And we want to fit together, too." I could not believe she said that. And yet, sure enough, her dad played right into it.

"Gracie. Come here." Mr. P pulled out his wallet and gave her one of his cards. "Use this. Spend wisely."

"Oh daddy, thanks!" She gave him a kiss on the cheek and giggled as she motioned for me to follow her. I barely had a chance to offer my own thanks to him over my shoulder as she grabbed my hand and basically tugged me through the patio doorway. My head was spinning.

As we quickly skirted out the front door, Gracie patted my bottom and giggled. I laughed too and quizzed her. "Matching bikinis so we can fit together?"

"M-hmm," she hummed - with that sly smile. God she was good. But I really had no idea just how good at that moment.

SHOPPING AND SEX!...

On the drive, Gracie explained how this was the perfect plan. My mom would think I would be wearing whatever 'approved' bikini that got packed in my bags under her supervision. Gracie would pack my real bikini in her luggage. "And we will fit together!"

So, just to be clear, Gracie had it all. Smart. Sexy. Personality overflowing. Family riches. She was a blonde with sparkling blue eyes and a figure that was amazing. She truly was beautiful both on the inside and out. She was a perfect 36c. And the secret about her I knew was this: She was the world's greatest kisser!

I was not quite as cute or smart, and definitely not as rich. The one thing I had that Gracie always said she couldn't compete with was my breasts. She was a firm (hardly ever needed to wear a bra) 36c, but I was a 38d with cleavage even my mom couldn't keep covered!

So when we finally got around to actually shopping for bikinis, we both were pretty excited to take a few possibilities with us into the fitting room. I called it the "dressing room." Gracie called it the "fitting room." We both were eager to enjoy it as the private UNdressing room.

The irony was (if that is the right word) that it took my bitchy mom and Gracie's super-kind dad to make this moment happen. My mom drove us to this moment and Gracie's dad was paying for it.

"Sooo, I really, REALLY think that sunshine-yellow one is gonna look super hot on you, Jessi." The way she said that just made me melt. She held up the top to my bust and eyed me with that sly smile. "Oh yes. Let's see how this fits." Of course that was our word of the moment - fit.

I stood still with a smile on my face as Gracie leaned in and gave me a kiss on the lips. She lingered. She smoothed her soft, warm lips against mine. My mouth just instinctively opened and welcomed her tongue. We stood kissing silently as she reached behind my back and slid her hands up under my tank top and popped free the clasp of my bra. I felt it loosen as my breasts fell forward and pressed against hers all the more.

Then she absolutely shocked me. I mean SHOCKED me. She pulled off her kiss and nibbled at my ear and then whispered words that... well shocked me. "I think my daddy liked your tank top, Jessi."

At first I thought I had not heard her right. I mean, no way she just said that. But when she pulled back for an instant I got confirmation. She ran her hands down the straps of my powder blue tank and across my chest; my full breasts now hanging freely as she worked my bra loose. She smiled and cooed again in my ear, "Yeppers, Jess -- he had to absolutely adore you."

I was so confused. I was melting under her charms. But this talk of Mr. P adoring me? Liking the view of me in my tank top? What was she talking about? But my arms just lifted over my head as she puffed more whispers in my ear and lifted my tank over my head and off of me. I stood topless and shivering. By the time she kissed down from my ear to my nipple, I was completely soaked through my panties.

"We are such a good fit, Jess," she mumbled as she kissed back and forth, keeping both of my large, pink nipples erect and hard.

I should stop here. I think you get the idea. We had a great fitting. We found matching bikinis. And something else had happened. Gracie had clearly signaled me that there was something else in the air that might add to our fun on the vacation together. Like she was not enough for me.

What is really funny - and there is absolutely no way I could have ever known this (except for this is a story that I can now reflect on and get things aligned in real time!), is that while Gracie and I were "fitting" each other in the "undressing room" - well, guess what?

Mr. P delayed heading into the office. He was feeling horny and ended up convincing Mrs. P to shower with him. They took the fun to their bed and fucked like porn stars. And Mrs. P had absolutely no way of knowing anymore than I did that at that same moment - Mr. P was thinking about me!

Wow.

NEXT TIME... THE VACATION BEFORE THE FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL!...