After drinking a good bit and having a nice romp with the lovely Lisa I slept rather well that night. Unfortunately, getting up was a different story. I felt very lethargic, but still had to open up shop in the morning. Thankfully only one customer came into the store in the first two hours, and he was nice enough to ring the bell and wake me from my nap on the counter.
Once I was a bit rested, my mind became occupied with thoughts of the previous night's activities. It had obviously been quite exciting, and now promised even more than I anticipated. I silently gave thanks to God, Allah and Fate again for essentially dropping these two identical twin models into my lap. Back in the city they probably wouldn't have had time for a normal guy like me. Especially not both of them! But out here, where there was little to do and I was the only eligible guy for miles, my appeal to them drastically improved. I was extremely excited that they would be there all summer, though I was a bit nervous about not screwing anything up. It's best not to count your chickens before they hatch and all that.
The day passed both quickly and yet slowly. I had no trouble keeping my mind occupied imagining what the night would hold, but I also was eager for night to come. Finally, 8 o'clock arrived, and I heard the welcomed sound of an approaching boat. Sure enough, it was Lisa and Jennifer. I couldn't help but smile stupidly at them as the driver guided the boat to the dock. Her sister hopped out and blew her twin a kiss. The teen at the helm blew both of us a kiss of her own, and proceeded to back the boat away from the dock and turn back into the lake.
The remaining girl walked over to me and gave me an affectionate hug. "I heard all about what you did to Lisa last night. Usually she doesn't tell me the details of her sex life, but it seemed so important to her. I almost didn't come tonight you know..."
"Why not?" I asked.
"I don't know," her eyes moved shyly down towards the dock, "I'm scared I guess," she said softly. I was struck by the difference in attitude between the shyness now and flirtation when we first met. I supposed that once she started taking the idea of me seriously as a lover her fears and insecurities had set in.
I held her close to me, stroking her hair and said "Don't be. We can do as much or as little as you like tonight. I'm assuming your sister left so we could have some privacy and so you wouldn't be tempted to leave. But if you just want to talk or something, that's fine with me." Her embrace of me tightened, and I could tell from the way she smiled at me that I had told her what she needed to hear.
"Let's go inside" she said. I admired her high, firm bottom as I followed her into the house. She wore a beautiful shimmering teal tankini style bathing suit, with tie string bottoms. The night air was warm, and it was obvious from her pinkish-tanned skin that she had gotten a lot of sun in the past two days.
"Should I turn on the lights?" I asked as we entered the living room. At eight at night the sun passed the tree line, but there was still a lot of natural light.
"No, I guess I'm still a little shy."
"It's more romantic this way anyways" I said reassuringly.
"James, I do want to sleep with you. Very much. You're cute, and sweet, and from my sister's description you really know what you're doing. But I'm scared that I can't make you enjoy it as much as she did."
I was once again amazed at how frightened the beautiful creature before me was. She had seemed so energetic and confident when we first met. Yet here were deep insecurities and self-doubts coming to the surface. I pondered the "right" thing to say.
"Jennifer," I said, sitting down next to her on the couch and stroking her long blond mane, "You're a very beautiful girl. I find you very sexy. I know it's a little intimidating to sleep with the same guy your sister did, especially given her experience. But sex isn't about competition, or who can do it better than whom. It's about two, or in some cases more, people sharing something between them that feels good."
"When I touch you," I said as my hand drifted to caress her shoulder, "it feels good to feel your skin, and to know that my touch feels good to you. I'm not expecting you to know all the techniques necessary to drive me wild with unquenchable lust. I just want you to relax and enjoy what we're going to share. Because I truly believe that sex is about sharing, not just two bodies pressing together and manipulating each other in appropriate ways. I'm not going to lie and say that we have an eternal bond or anything. We both know we just met, and that while there is a friendship growing here, the odds of anything love related occurring are very slim. But we have similar biological urges, and we've chosen to act on them, assuming you still want to. I think it's going to feel very good to both of us if you do."
I had been caressing Jennifer's soft skin in most of the areas exposed by her suit, and a few covered areas, though I had purposefully avoided her breasts and pubic area. She cuddled against me, her head on my chest.
"James, can we just cuddle for a while? This feels really good."
"Of course we can."
We sat there, the room getting dimmer with the fading light, listening to the sound of each other's breathing and the crickets coming out. Her hand drifted across my stomach, hip and outer thigh. I caressed her hair and back. She slipped her hand up under my T-shirt to rub my bare skin. I allowed her to just enjoy exploration. Finally she got bold, and her hand drifted down to my swim trunk covered cock. It was mostly hard from having her warm body pressed against mine, and jumped at her touch, even in my shorts. She caressed it gently through the rather thin fabric.
"This is nice," she said. "Most of the time, even with my boyfriends, they want to just rush to the sex. Even back in junior high, my first boyfriend always wanted to grind his crotch against mine." She sighed. "James, I've always been a bit of a flirt. I love getting guys attention. But I think I've attracted the wrong sort of boy. They think just because a girl is all over them she's eager to just get laid and isn't interested in cuddling too."
While I was enjoying the cuddling, her hand caressing my cock was starting to make my own physical desire take over. I decided to turn things up a notch.
"Jenny, would you like a backrub?" I asked. She nodded excitedly and lay down on her stomach onto the rug. I admired both the grace with which she moved her body, and her wonderful combination of smooth lines and curves. Oh if I had a camera at that moment! Still, the enticing image is forever burned into my brain.
I took off my T-shirt and sat down gently on her buttocks. I kept a lot of my weight on my own knees, but put enough pressure on her so she could feel my hard on rubbing against the cleft of her ass through our clothes. I began to slowly caress her neck and shoulders. I have not yet met a girl who didn't melt from having her neck rubbed. It's a major erotic zone for me as well. There is a risk that the subject of the massage will become too relaxed rather than aroused. However, given from the tension I could still feel in Jennifer's body, she was far too excited to drift off on me.
I used a very soft touch on her back, barely grazing her skin. She shivered slightly, but didn't appear to be ticklish. I made a point in running into the back ties of her bathing suit top as I touched her, interrupting the caresses with each pass. I then pulled one end of the bow tie which held the top together and the knot easily came undone. I pushed the straps off her back, exposing the thin faint tan line it had left. I was now free to fully massage her bare back, and used a slightly deeper rub. I also caressed her sides, including the outer portion of her breasts that pressed outwards from her weight. The goal of a good sensual massage is seduction: one starts with very casual, general touches and becomes more sexual as one goes along.
I could tell from Jennifer's breathing and body language that I was having the intended effect. I ground my hips against her ass to remind her of the eroticism of our position, and then slid back onto her firm thighs. I admired her wonderful ass as my hands cupped each cheek gently, giving them the same sort of attention her back had received. For many people the buttocks are quite ticklish. They aren't the most blatantly erotic of areas, yet touching another person's ass isn't exactly casual either. Jennifer responded well to my touch, and I enjoyed kneading her glutes, which obviously had been toned by a lot of athletic activity.