(Author's note: Everyone in this story is at least 18 years old)
(A round of applause to ErikaKane for continuing to edit my work)
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"And you turned her down?!" Amy sat bolt upright, her jaw hanging open in shock. I just nodded, glancing around the room to take in the equally disbelieving reactions of Talia, Stephanie, and Elizabeth. Reeling from what had just transpired, I'd called the four of them over to my house immediately upon getting home from my fight with Corrine.
While the others assaulted me with questions, Elizabeth calmly scooted over to my side and gave me a calming, comforting hug. Little by little, I started to calm down. Liz didn't care about the sordid specifics of what had happened, she just saw that I was unhappy and wanted to cheer me up. That girl never spared a thought for herself, only others. To a fault, sometimes. But that was who she was, and she couldn't help it.
I looked down at Elizabeth's gorgeous face, suddenly overtaken by the urge to give her a grateful kiss on the lips—but her eyes were closed, the positioning was kind of awkward, and everyone was watching—so I let the moment pass.
Sensing that Liz had made the right call, the other three joined in on the hug, enveloping me with the sweet softness of their bodies. Then we all moved on with our day.
Corrine and I stopped talking after that fight. Part of me missed her terribly, but I was way too angry to go anywhere near her.
The following week, when Rachel offered to let us all stay at her family's cabin in the mountains over spring break, I couldn't shake my disappointment over the fact that Corrine would not be joining us. If you'd asked me, I would have told you I didn't even want her around—but that was a lie. I
did
want her around. I
desperately
wanted her around. I just wanted it to be the version of her that hadn't humiliated me.
Still, I couldn't help but cheer up a bit when Rachel quietly informed the rest of us that her parents would be in Maui during our break, NOT at the cabin with us. I would be spending the entire week alone with six other horny, unsupervised teenagers—five of them beautiful girls.
For the trip up, we split everyone into two carloads: Stephanie would take Simon, Amy, and Elizabeth in her station wagon, while I would take Talia and Rachel in my beat up minivan. On the morning of departure, things were looking up. The rain had died down to a light drizzle, the sun was starting to peek out and say hello, and I couldn't help but enjoy the fact that my two passengers both looked absolutely gorgeous.
Talia was celebrating the bit of sunshine by showing off her body: a belly shirt, a miniskirt, and knee-high boots. Her long, raven hair was up in incongruously childish pigtails.
Tiny little Rachel, while not exactly possessing the "knock out" body that my other friends had, nonetheless had a kind of feisty, daring energy about her that I had always found incredibly sexy. She was wearing a purple baby tee to match her latest hair color, and beneath it bounced a pair of nice, yummy tits—not too big, but sizeable enough it was easy to imagine them filling my hands. I tried not to stare at those puppies, but what can I say? Motion is eye-catching, and she wasn't wearing a bra.
They decided to share the backseat for the duration of the drive, so they could "snuggle."
As soon as we got on the highway, the rain came back, full force. Driving through it took every bit of my concentration. For the safety of all, I couldn't allow myself to be distracted, even for an instant—
Except Rachel and Talia were making out in my back seat.
Soft, feminine lips teased each other. Slender fingers intertwined as they excitedly licked and nipped at each other's necks. Seriously, you try keeping your eyes on the road through all that.
After I almost smashed us into a tree, I asked that they please tone it down. But instead of listening to me, Talia just smirked and promptly stripped off her belly shirt—putting her big, creamy breasts on display beneath a skimpy black bra. She kept kissing her girlfriend, tugging Rachel's petite little hands against her shapely chest, adding some moans into the mixture for my benefit.
I bet Stephanie's carload of Elizabeth, Amy, and Simon were all singing Disney songs and telling jokes. Fun, easy, the drive passes in the blink of an eye, right?
Things were not so easy for me.
A quick glance in my mirror showed Talia pulling Rachel's cargo pants down past a pair of unexpectedly feminine lace panties.
I tried valiantly to keep both eyes on the road as Rachel straddled Talia's lap, giving the sensuous, exotic teenager easy access to her adorable butt—which was pointed right at me. If I'd wanted, I could have easily reached my hand back twelve inches or so and given that ass a nice grope...
Argh! The blare of an air horn yanked my eyes back to the road just in time for me to avoid colliding head-on with a semi-truck. I cursed my stupidity, realizing I had been so distracted by the girls in my back seat that I'd briefly drifted into the oncoming lane.
But they still didn't stop going at it! If anything, our near brush with death just got those two ladies even hotter for one another.
Fuck it.
I pulled onto the side of the road and set the parking brake. If these girls were so anxious to put on a show, then I figured I might as well kick back and watch. Sensing we'd stopped, Rachel threw her head back over her shoulder and shot me a naughty grin—
Which is precisely when Talia sucked Rachel's tit into her mouth. The petite girl gasped in surprise, then instantly melted into her own pleasure, tiny hands grabbing hold of Talia's pigtails. I watched with fascination as Talia dragged her tongue across the pointed nipples of her lover's braless tits, teasing through the thin fabric of Rachel's shirt.
Rachel was in absolute heaven, her achingly pretty face tense with pleasure. Her hips writhed involuntarily on her girlfriend's lap, anxious for some attention. But Talia just kept teasing, her slender fingers dipping between Rachel's legs and ever so softly brushing across the girl's lace underwear.
Impatient, Rachel stabbed a hand down the waistband of her panties and began strumming her own clit, punctuating each jerk of her wrist with a loud whimper.
The erection in my jeans turned to steel.
Talia slipped a hand beneath the lace of her lover's underwear and pushed her middle finger up—inside—zapping Rachel's body as though she had just plugged into a light socket. Talia's free hand squeezed Rachel's sweet ass, Talia's wet tongue teased Rachel's soft tits, and Rachel's own fingers expertly diddled her hot clit—
Rachel came suddenly—a back arching, hip thrusting orgasm--then collapsed atop Talia, her satisfied moans muffled by her lover's shoulder. While Rachel recovered, Talia gently stroked the girl's wild purple hair and smiled at me. She was as happy as anyone I'd ever seen.
After a minute, Rachel recovered, kissing Talia's lips before letting her body slip down to the floor, kissing every exotic inch of Talia's body as she went.
Talia groaned as Rachel licked her way up those smooth, shapely thighs...
Not saying a word, Rachel snaked her hands up beneath Talia's miniskirt and pulled down a black thong. The brief garment slid down Talia's legs and over her boots, then Rachel politely handed it to me—
"Hold onto this for me, will you?"
The thong was wet in my hand.
Rachel wasted no time hiking Talia's miniskirt up to her hips, exposing a dark patch of hair and a beautifully soft pussy, then planted her face and went to town, rocking Talia's world with her powerful little tongue.
My eyes met Talia's, studying her rapture. Miniature crescendos of joy rolled across the girl's stunning face every few seconds. I automatically lowered my gaze to the way her tits jiggled beneath that skimpy black bra.
With a smile, Talia grabbed the front clasp of her bra and unsnapped it, her naked breasts bursting into my field of vision. She grabbed hold of her own nipples, tweaking and pulling them as she moaned from Rachel's ministrations. Her dark, exotic eyes squeezed shut in pleasure, her face almost sad for a moment as a climax eluded her--
But not for long. A single, explosive orgasm wracked Talia's whole body and then she slumped against the seat, exhausted. The interior of the van suddenly became very quiet. Just the patter of raindrops on the windshield, the occasional Doppler of an oblivious car zipping past, and the panting of three fiendishly aroused human beings.
The girls hastily redressed, ignoring my obvious wood with phony innocent expressions.
"Why ever did we stop?" Talia giggled, "Is everything alright?"'
With a frustrated groan, I straightened out my erection and pulled the car back onto the road.
I kept those panties as a souvenir.
I had hoped for a repeat show once we got to the cabin, but Stephanie's car was already there when we pulled up, the passengers patiently waiting for Rachel to let them all inside. The place was bright and clean, with an old-fashioned charm to it, and had that great smell you only find in the mountains.
Amy squealed with delight upon learning that the hot tub out back had an overhang protecting it from the rain, meaning she'd actually have an excuse to show off her new swimsuits over spring break. She wouldn't be getting an entire beach ogling her, as she'd originally intended, but Simon and I (and I suppose Talia and Rachel), would suffice.
Rachel gave us all a quick tour, showing off the spectacular master bedroom where she and Talia would be spending their nights, as well as the two smaller, adjoining guest rooms at the other end of the house. When Simon asked the rest of us if he and Stephanie could have one of the guest rooms to themselves for the week, I caught an awkward flicker of Steph's eye in my direction, and I silently prayed that something would wash away the lingering sexual tension between us.
Elizabeth was more concerned with the fact that the two guest bedrooms shared a single, tiny bathroom built into the adjoining wall—meaning that the five of us staying in that end of the house would be sharing only one sink. I wasn't quite sure how that was going to be a problem, but then again, I'm a dude.
Things were pretty chill that first night. We lounged around the living room, relaxing and drinking a little more from the liquor cabinet than was probably reasonable. Simon had started taking guitar lessons a few months ago, and at everyone's insistence he played for a bit. The guy wasn't exactly "good" in the objective sense of the word, but we all enjoyed his efforts nonetheless.
His playing got worse after the girls changed into their pjs.
Stephanie wore a baggy basketball jersey, though her prodigious breasts still stretched out the material where it counted. As an added bonus, I could see the swelling cups of her yellow bra through the enormous arm holes. The whole thing dropped down mid-thigh, so I had no idea what kind of underwear she had on beneath it when she dropped her perky round ass onto Simon's lap.
