Lush Life Karen And Lizzie

August 2017, Los Angeles, California.

"I don't know about this, Karen." Elizabeth Olsen said to Karen Gillan as the buxom brunette placed her tea on my coffee table. Both women sat on two couches that were placed beside a small coffee table.

"It's good for us! It's especially good for you! You have... assets." Karen pointed toward Lizzie's lower body. She wasn't wrong. Lizzie was the borderline definition of femininity. Wide womanly hips trapped behind tight blue jeans and heavy breasts packed into a black bra that was easily seen through her plain white shirt. Lizzie had a certain vibe about her that tended to take my breath away.

Her lips were cherry red, a perfect contrast to her pale skin. Even in plain clothing and with her long medium-brown hair tied in a neat downward bun, she oozed a natural sexiness.

Not that Karen didn't. Karen was sexy in her own, fun and spunky way. She wore a bright yellow floral surplice minidress with flip-flops. The hem of the dress met her long, boundless pale legs that she currently had resting on the cushions of my couch.

Her toenails and fingernails were painted a pretty electric blue and as she ran them through her sexy fiery red mane, I was hypnotized. Karen's makeup looked phenomenal with just enough blush and mascara to give her a similar distinguished look to match Lizzie's

I was standing amongst these beautiful superstars, who I invited into my home, and I was standing behind my kitchen counter wearing dingy sweatpants and an old hoodie. I felt like a schlub, not worthy of being in these women's presence. I felt that way until Karen faced me, those soft brown eyes piercing a hole in my chest.

"What do you think, Jason?" Karen asked.

"Um..." I'd lost my train of thought while ogling them.

"Me and Lizzie were planning on goin' on a hike. We wanted to bring you along."

"No," Lizzie turned to face me. "She wants to go hiking with you and drag me along."

"Where do you plan on going?" I asked Karen.

"Anywhere. Probably that trail near here. Nice and secluded." Karen smiled to herself.

"You see what she's doing right?" Lizzie asked.

"No." I shrugged.

"Karen wants some dick out in the great green mountains and she wants me to tag along and be the bag carrier." Lizzie said plainly.

"That's not... That's not true! I want us to get some sun together. You're getting pale."

"First of all, rude. Secondly, you and I both know I'm not exactly an outdoorsy person. I've got my garden and that's it."

"You can become an outdoorsy person with us. Right, Jason?" Karen turned back to me.

"I mean I don't mind a hike," I said while scratching the back of my head.

"See," Karen outstretched her arms. "You're the only one that doesn't want to take a hike. It won't even be that long. Just for the weekend, you know?" Karen explained to Lizzie.

"Like I said, I'm not being the bag lady," Lizzie said.

"You won't! I won't bring that much, I'm sure Jason won't! It'll just be us and our backpacks."

"Uh-huh. Sure..." Lizzie crossed her arms again.

"I know what your hangup is and I promise this has nothing to do with it," Karen said.

"So you understand why I don't want to go?" Lizzie said.

"No sex." Karen put her left hand to her chest and her right hand up.

"Really?" Lizzie's mouth formed into a small smirk.

"Yes! Tell her, Jason!" Karen turned to me.

"I," I started, but I figured that I should tell the truth. "I honestly can't make any promises." I shrugged.

"See!" Lizzie snapped.

"But, I won't make you a third wheel, Lizzie. This is for fun. If you want, can you bring a friend? Make it even?" I assured.

"I don't have anyone to bring. But, since you don't plan on leaving me out to dry unlike a certain someone, I'll tag along." Lizzie's cool demeanor disappeared when she hit me with her warm smile.

"Great! I know you'll love it! I'm a master planner!" Karen got off the couch and hugged Lizzie. Lizzie gave her a weak arm hug.

"What time are we meeting on the trail?" I asked as I made my way closer to the couches.

"I was thinking around 8AM tomorrow morning. Tomorrow is Saturday, right?" Karen asked as she got back to the couch.

"Yes. Master planner..." Lizzie snorted.

"That works for me, Lizzie?" I turned to her.

"Sure. That's fine." Lizzie nodded.

"Wonderful!" Karen rose to her feet and beckoned for Lizzie to do the same. Lizzie reluctantly agreed and Karen pulled the three of us in for a group hug.

"This is goin' to be great!" Karen said. I was in the middle of their hug since I was the tallest. Karen and Lizzie were facing each other. Lizzie still had a stern expression on her pretty face.

"No sex," Lizzie said.

"No. Sex." Karen said slowly.

*

I was at the beginning of the trail by 7:35 AM. I stood there warming up by stretching and enjoying the view. The sun shone through the swaying tall trees, creating a comforting combination of shade and a cool breeze.

The trail was long and was definitely going to take us a while. If we, well if Karen was serious about this, we could finish early and make our way back. That was only if Karen was serious about her promise of no sex.

I didn't tell either of them about how I felt about the promise. If I got laid out here then I would be fine. If I didn't, I didn't. I obviously wasn't going to say no if Karen offered, but at the same time, I didn't want to hurt Lizzie's feelings. I knew what it was like to be the third wheel.

I stretched and watched the early morning sunrise over the trees for thirty minutes. Lizzie parked downhill and I heard her walking uphill.

"You made it!" I shouted. Lizzie gave me a fake smile. She wore forest green snug leggings and a simple black cotton tank top with dark brown hiking boots. Her eyes were covered by a stylish pair of sunglasses and her hair was tied back into a ponytail.

"If I pass out," Lizzie stopped speaking due to the constant crunching of her shoes against the rocks.

"You're not going to pass out," I assured her when she finally reached me.

"How can you be so sure?" Lizzie huffed.

"Are you telling me you didn't put any water in that backpack?" I asked.

"Karen said all I needed was the bare minimum."

"Why?"

"She said there's plenty of spring water and fresh air."

"Alright... Where is she?" I asked while checking my watch.

"No idea. She's the master planner." Lizzie said sarcastically. I caught a glance of her smooth cleavage as she crossed her arms.

"It's 8:13." I sat on a nearby rock.

"Are you getting ready to leave?" Lizzie turned her back to me.

"No," I put my hand up. "Let's give her fifteen minutes," I said while sneaking a peak at her ass. Lizzie looked good in anything, but those leggings were like a second layer of skin over such a large... backside.

"Ugh..." Lizzie kicked at the dirt.

Fifteen minutes passed. Then two minutes. Then five.

"She's not answering my calls." Lizzie scoffed. "I told you this was,"

"Hello!" We heard a familiar Scottish accent singing down the hill. I stood up to see Karen trudging towards us. I could sense Lizzie's glare through her glasses and let's just say Karen was lucky Lizzie didn't have the powers given to her through the big screen.

"It's almost nine." Lizzie spat. Karen had on a massive backpack full of things that were certainly not the bare minimum. Karen looked downright ridiculous. She had on a hot pink sports bra that was still one size too small for her and very tight matching pink booty shorts. Her sneakers were also the same color of blinding pink as the rest of her outfit. Karen's face was pretty and makeup-free, her hair tied down into dual pigtails.

Her tall, lanky frame matched with her borderline porno parody outfit and comically oversized backpack made her self-appointed 'master planner' title seem more and more like bragging.

"You both know how traffic is." Karen huffed as she failed to balance herself during an attempt to remove a pebble from her shoe. I caught her by the waist.

"Sure. Traffic. What's in the backpack?" Lizzie asked.

"Supplies. A big tent. Plenty of room." Karen said. She finally removed the pebble, but her head was still against my chest. I definitely couldn't complain about her body heat on me.

"I thought you said no sex." Lizzie lifted her glasses.

"What does a tent have to do with sex?" Karen swung her arms as she finally pulled herself off of me.

"We don't need a tent like you said when we were texting last night."

"That was before I checked the weather. It's supposed to be bad by seven."

"So that's what took you so long?" I chimed in. Lizzie chuckled.

"Yes. No. So what? We're all here and it's a lovely day. Let's go hikin'!" Karen trudged past both me and Lizzie.

"Do you want to go in front of me?" I whispered in Lizzie's ear. She smiled.

"So you can look at my ass?"

"No. I'm appalled you think I'm being slick."

"Oh shut up," Lizzie laughed softly before moving in front of me. I stared right at her ass. Despite Lizzie's lack of free time due to her job, I could definitely tell she wasn't just lying around. Firm and dense asscheeks swayed rhythmically in her leggings.

The view was beautiful, but Lizzie and Karen were even better.

*

"So where are we stopping tonight?" Lizzie asked as we carefully crossed over our third trail of roots and water. We were marching through the trees and avoiding the intense heat by using the shade to our advantage.

"I know a spot. We're almost there." Karen huffed. The backpack was definitely wearing her out. I was fine, mainly because I was entranced by Lizzie's ass.

"Do you want me to carry your backpack?" I asked.

Karen stopped and immediately slipped the backpack over her shoulders.

"Yes. Please." Karen put her hands on her knees like an exhausted basketball player. I picked up her backpack with one hand. I noticed Lizzie staring at my arm out of the corner of my eye.

"Thank you," Karen said as she returned to walking.

"Did you put bricks in this thing?" I asked.

"The tent has metal in it," Karen explained.

"Alright..." I huffed.

"We're almost there," Karen said with an extra pep in her step. I finally got a better look and her tall and feminine figure in that outfit without it being blocked by an overstuffed bag.

Karen was moving quickly in front of us. Lizzie remained quiet, still moving at the same pace as me.

"You alright?" I asked Lizzie.

"Yeah," Lizzie said, her shades still resting on her forehead.

"Are you having fun yet?"

"Nope. Not until we get a chance to stop."

"Understandable." I smiled.

"It's just through here." Karen stepped past a cluster of small trees. I let Lizzie go first because I was a gentleman. A gentleman that wanted to see that jiggling ass of hers squeeze past tree bark.

As I squeaked through the path, careful not to hit the pack against the trees, I felt a significant drop in the temperature. I looked up to see harsh gray clouds overtaking the bright blue sky.

"We should get this tent of yours set up quickly." I huffed when I finally made it through. Karen's master planner title seemed to be regaining its meaning. This was a perfectly flat-level area with a cliffside view of the trees and lakes below us.

"Nice isn't it?" Karen winked at both of us, clearly pleased with herself.

"It's perfect," I said.

"Let's get the tent set up," Lizzie said as I felt gentle raindrops tapping my skin.

*

It took Karen about ten minutes to get the stakes in the ground, but after that, the exceptionally large tent was finally ready. I offered to help multiple times, but Karen waved me off.

"Welcome!" Karen smiled and unzipped the tent. Me and Lizzie crawled in just when the drizzle had started to turn into rain. Perfect timing.

"So do you love it or do you love it!?" Karen asked her attention more on Lizzie than me.

"It's cool." Lizzie shrugged.

"Ok," Karen scoffed in faux annoyance.

"I've got the left side. You two can have the right." Karen scooted over to her side when I handed her the backpack.

Karen pulled out a small canteen, a plastic bag full of assorted food, and another large bag of clothes.

"I thought we were only out here for the weekend?" Lizzie asked when she saw Karen's clothing.

"I plan on doing more than mopin' in this tent. I may need a change of clothes, Miss Olsen." Karen responded sarcastically.

"Are you hungry? Either of you?" Karen asked as she opened what looked like a bag of crushed pretzels.

"I'm fine," Lizzie said as she finally got comfortable, sitting on her butt.

"I'll have some." I reached out after removing my backpack. The rain and wind had picked up significantly, briefly blocking out the shuffling of Karen's bag.

"Is this trail mix?" I asked after noticing the taste of peanut brittle and dried fruit.

"Homemade by yours truly! You like it?"

"Mhm..." I mumbled as I devoured my handful of food. It was pretty good, but I wouldn't have been pigging out in front of the girls if I didn't trek in the heat all day.

"Alright, let me get set up before sourpuss explodes," Karen smirked.

"I'm not, woah!" Lizzie shouted when a roaring boom of thunder ripped through the sky.

"Now it's really coming down," Karen said as the rain smacked against the tent. I chewed and watched her crawling on all fours, greatly enjoying the show. Those shorts could barely count as clothing when she was standing up, now they were as thin as floss over the curves of her ass.

"Jason," Lizzie snapped me out of my stupor. "Help me out over here."

I crawled towards Lizzie to help her unload her backpack. Lizzie's only change of clothes was a simple dark blue t-shirt and sweatpants. As she pulled out her sleeping bag, a small black bag fell out of her backpack.

It sounded like plastic when it hit the floor of the tent. Lizzie quickly scooped it up with both hands.

"Do you need any more help?" I asked, ignoring whatever Lizzie had in that bag.

"I'm ok. Thanks." Lizzie said, her voice mousy. I crawled away to get all of my things ready. I had my back turned to both girls as I emptied my bag.

"Karen!" Lizzie shouted. I turned around to see a topless Karen shuffling around for her change of clothes.

"What?!" Karen shrugged. I tried to be a gentleman, but Karen's petite and pale tits looked great, her nipples almost the same shade of pink as her shorts.

"Put some clothes on!" Lizzie spat.

"What does it look like I'm doin' sourpuss!?" Karen said as she finally pulled out an oversized beige sweater and slipped it over her head. Karen went from looking like the model for a 'sexy hiker' Halloween costume to the girl next door.

"There. Happy now, sourpuss?" Karen said as she flopped to her butt.

"Stop calling me that," Lizzie said.

"Stop actin' like one."

"Ladies... This is supposed to be fun." I reminded them.

"I know. I don't understand the issue. We're all adults and we've all seen boobs before." Karen explained.

"You didn't have to do it in front of Jason."

"Am I supposed to go outside?" Karen asked as another crash of thunder went through the air.

"Ugh... when is this supposed to stop?" Lizzie sighed.

"Not until tomorrow morning," Karen said as she turned on a small lantern that lit up the entire tent.

"I'm gonna change," Lizzie said as she turned her back to us and began to remove her tank top. Lizzie changed silently. Karen and I didn't make a sound. Lizzie removed her bra and covered her big, healthy tits with her forearm as she turned to grab her shirt.

I was already hardening from the sight of Karen's tits, but now I was fully erect. I felt bad simply because Lizzie clearly wasn't in the mood to be gazed at anymore, but she knew she was sexy.

As Lizzie slipped off her shoes and leggings, my eyes were locked onto her free and jiggling braless tits shuffling underneath her shirt. Lizzie slid her sweatpants up her legs and finally looked a little calmer.

"Do you want to eat now?" Karen asked Lizzie.

"Sure," Lizzie sighed as she crawled over to Karen's side of the tent. I didn't need to change because I was wearing comfortable basketball shorts and a plain black athletic shirt. All I did was remove my shoes and shirt, knowing if I even thought about adjusting my shorts my erection would've been clear as day.

Karen pulled out more snack packs and peanut butter jelly sandwiches.

"I brought marshmallows but we clearly can't start a fire." Karen laughed as she took her pigtails out. Lizzie giggled around a mouthful of bread and jelly.

"That's fine..." Lizzie mumbled as she devoured the food.

"I take it you like the sandwiches!" Karen grinned.

"So good... How the hell did you make these like this?" Lizzie asked as she started on her second sandwich.

"Well," Karen smoothed out her now straight red hair. "You know my special homemade peanut butter mix is in there. The stuff at Whole Foods isn't good anymore. Then I use that cheaper jam but I add a little water so it spreads easier."

"Damn... Jason, you gotta try these." Lizzie turned to me. I crawled towards the girls and sat cross-legged. Lizzie handed me two sandwiches. Karen opened her trail mix.

All three of us hungrily ate in silence, enjoying each other's company and listening to the rain battering the outside of the tent. When we finished eating, the exhaustion of the hike finally began to set in.

"I'm gonna hit the hay. Hopefully, this rain will stop soon." Lizzie said as she crawled back to her side.

"Me too. It's getting chilly." Karen said.

"Goodnight ladies," I said as I crawled over to my side and slid into my sleeping bag.

"Goodnight Jason," Lizzie said.

"Have a good night you two," Karen said softly as she turned the lantern off.

Darkness shrouded us as the rainfall provided a calming background noise that sent me to sleep in no time.

*

I awoke to the sound of a gentle buzz and low squeaks from across the tent. I tossed and turned briefly as my brain attempted to shake the sleepy fog away. I opened my eyes slowly.

I looked at Karen's side and saw her sleeping figure rising and falling in the sleeping bag. Then I adjusted myself quietly to see Lizzie on her butt with her bare legs spread and her knees up as she was doing... something to herself.

It was obvious. There was a very small light that cast a big shadow. Lizzie had one hand driving a toy into her pussy and a vibrator rubbing against her clit. I even saw brief flashes of fluids fly from her slit. Lizzie was in her own world of self-pleasure, her eyes closed and her mouth wide.

Small yet powerful gasps filled the tent, just barely louder than the rain. I didn't want to startle her, but my hard cock clearly enjoyed the show. I was playing a dangerous game. Lizzie's head was turned in my direction but her eyes were still closed.

My mouth was dry. The only thing that could move was my throbbing cock. Lizzie opened her eyes as her silent orgasm forced her to bite her bottom lip.

She saw me. She was looking right at me. Instead of yelling or pretending nothing happened, she slowly removed her toys. Lizzie then crawled towards me on all fours with her eyes still glued to mine.

The small light helped me see that her shirt was pulled up over her tits. Glorious mounds of hanging flesh that swung back and forth like pendulums as she snaked toward me.

"Lizzie..." I mumbled, my voice dry and labored. When the beautiful Lizzie was right in front of me, she grabbed the sides of my face and pulled me in for a tender kiss. Her lips were so soft and warm.

Lizzie held the kiss for a few seconds like she was dipping her toe in water. I remembered her rule, and clearly, Lizzie was debating whether or not she should break it with me.

She'd obviously made up her mind when she broke the kiss and slipped her shirt up over her head, leaving her completely naked.