Authors note:
As a rule I don't normally write the so-called "This is a true story" type of stories. Which is not to say that much of what I have written does have some sprinkling of truth, based on personal experiences with a lot of fictional fantasy.
This isn't one of those. The names of course have been changed, but the experience as told is true. Just to let you know that I really can be a bit of a wild Indian given the opportunity. I hope you enjoy.
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Many 'feather' years ago now, and I do mean 'many', I had begun attending one of the local Universities. As such, I'd also taken an apartment close by so I could bike so classes rather than driving as parking was at a premium. The apartment had been converted from an older home, and as such there was one small apartment downstairs, (mine) and two larger apartments upstairs. Of interest, there was ONE large, very large kitchen area that was common to all three. So in a sense, it was like living with roommates, though the only time you ever saw one another beyond visiting, was in the kitchen where it seemed someone was always coming or going having grabbed a snack or fixed something to eat.
This is how I came to know the twins, Sharon and Karen.
Like twins sometimes love to do, the girls enjoyed trying to confuse you into knowing who was really who. Ironically, I would discover that once again upon being blessed (cursed) with twin sons of my own.
Sharon and Karen were as they say identical twins, literal mirror images of one another. Unlike some twins, the girls preferred to keep their hairstyles identical making it nearly impossible to have any other way in telling them a part. And though they didn't always dress exactly alike, what one twin would wear one day, might be worn by the other a while later. So there was no for sure way of knowing who was who from the way they dressed unless they told you. Which for some bizarre reason, they seemed to enjoy not doing, leaving you to wonder.
Within a reasonably short period of time, and because of the uniqueness of sharing a common kitchen area, I soon became very good friends with both of them, as well as Roger who lived in the other apartment across the hall from the twins. I was often jealous of his close proximity to them, hearing the patter of feet going back and forth to their apartment very late at night.
Living in this part of the country with the close proximity of the mountains as they are, if you're any kind of an outdoorsy type person, that's usually where you spend whatever free time you might have. Something I did, and still do as it tends to run in my blood!
I'd gone into the kitchen area to fix myself a P B & J. Sharon and Karen were busily unloading groceries, but what was odd, was that many of them were the canned-goods variety. Even though they were women, neither Karen nor Sharon were known for their culinary abilities. So I found it curious that they seemed to be stocking enough canned meals that they'd be actually cooking dinners every night for a week!
"Stocking up for the winter?" I'd asked. And being that it was the middle of June they were getting off to a really early start.
"Camping," came the short reply, though I had absolutely no idea who'd spoken in saying that.
"Camping?"
"Yeah, you know where you actually go and sleep outside beneath the stars? Only that we're trying to locate someone with a nice-sized tent so we don't have to sleep separately in a bunch of those pup-tents, or beneath the stars in the event it gets too cold, or decides to rain!"
Karen I decided. She was certainly the more sarcastic of the two, though Sharon certainly had her moments.
"I have a tent!" I ventured, not sure if my suggestion would procure the hoped-for invitation or not. Then upon saying that, I realized all I'd really done is offer it to them in borrowing it.
"Really? How big?" One of them asked, though I now decided based on their dress that it was Sharon who'd asked me, less sarcastic, and genuinely friendly.
"Pretty big!" I said evasively, still hoping for an invite, then smiled. "It's a little complicated to put up though unless you know what you're doing."
Sharon looked towards Karen briefly, and then back towards me. "Wanna cum?"
I thought I'd just died and gone to heaven.
"Just us?" I stood grinning.
"Yeah right!" It was definitely Karen speaking. "Actually Rogers coming with us, as well as some other friends we know," she stated.
I was a big tent, but it wasn't that big. "Jeez, I don't think it's big enough for everyone to sleep in," I stated seeing my invitation slowly melting away.
Sharon laughed. "Only the four of us will be sleeping in your tent, the other four have one of their own."
Suddenly life seemed good once again, even though Roger would be included. Though I happened to like Roger, even if I was a little jealous of his much closer relationship with the girls.
"When?"
"Friday," Sharon stated. "We leave first thing in the morning!"
I had a lot to do. Buying new underwear on the top of my "things to do list" for one.
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We had reached the campsite in a little over an hours drive. It was both beautiful as well as secluded. The other couples had already arrived and set up their tent. With so many additional pairs of hands, we soon had my even larger tent set up in no time. Within a short period of time, lawn chairs had been spread, the cold beer in the coolers opened, and everyone settled in for a nice easy relaxing day. I had no clue as to what was meant by "The freedom to just be" as Karen so cryptically spoke once we'd gotten set up. I soon found that out much to my delight.
I'd unrolled my sleeping bag on one end of the tent, the girls placed in the middle with theirs, and Roger taking the other end. With the sleeping arrangements set, I strung the clothesline inside the tent, which both of the girls loved seeing. In addition to that, the tent was tall enough to stand in without having to stoop over, something else they loved being able to do, as I would also discover much later.
I'd already been introduced to the other couples. Kent and Stacy were a couple, married though attending school together. David and Diane though also a couple weren't married but seriously a 'unit' and were considering engagement. Both women were extremely attractive, as were the twins. So having four very nice, yet differing sets of (still covered) boobs to look at on the sly made the whole experience that much more enjoyable for me.
What I didn't expect nor anticipate was that I would soon be able to view and enjoy all that eye-candy without hindrance.
Like I said, whether it was Karen or Sharon would have made no difference. But one of them emerged from the tent a short time later. She was wearing nothing more than a short pair of faded blue cut-offs and nothing else. Once again I reached over and checked for a pulse.
Nope. I was still alive.
Her twin spheres were sculpted perfection. Softly rounded with a nice gentle slope, a fullness that made the palms of my hands ache. I was glad I'd not taken a sip of my beer as in all likelihood, it would have been coming out of my nose had I been drinking it when she emerged.
Not wanting to wear out my welcome as I stoically glanced appreciating the sudden view now filling my eye balls, I demurely turned my head in some attempt to appear suave and sophisticated, though I already felt my cock beginning to stir in preparation for performing the happy dance.
The twins had what I would have to describe as shoulder length, though it fell slightly below the shoulders, strawberry-blonde hair. Sharon (or Karen) stood just outside the door of the tent beneath the canvas awning. Flipping her hair, she leaned forward and began brushing it out. I sat staring, as her beautiful pink-tipped breasts seemed to hang there in suspended animation. Which just so happened to be (and still is) one of my favorite viewing poses.
"Ah Rick?" I heard as Roger spoke as he sat across from me. "You ready for another beer?"
Which is when I realized I'd just taken a sip from an empty bottle.
"Ah yeah...sure," I stammered feeling a bit guilty at having been caught in so decadent a thought as Karen (or Sharon) continued to stand there brushing her hair out.
"Kinda nice huh?" he laughed passing me a fresh beer. I couldn't have agreed more.
I was still watching when suddenly she stood, flipping her hair back behind her head, her eyes locked with mine, a knowing smile on her face. I decided right then and there it had been Karen who'd stood brushing her hair, and who had caught me with my proverbial hands in the cookie jar, only in this case, it was my eyes on her luscious-looking breasts.
"Enjoy the show?" she asked walking over to sit in one of the lawn chairs. In response all I could do was lift my beer in salute to her, thankful when Roger did the same.
Diane soon joined her sitting down between Karen and Roger. As she sat, she reached down pulling the tight form-fitting tank top she'd been wearing up and over her head. She had what I affectionately referred to as the three P's. As her breasts came quickly into view, I noticed they were Perky-Pointed and Pretty!
I've always considered myself a true connoisseur of the female breast. Like fine wines, each are uniquely different. Some are dark, rich and full-bodied, others a nice mixtured blend, while still others a light pink sparkling variety. Diane was definitely the latter.
We sat talking enjoying our beer. I was hoping of course while struggling to keep my prick from performing the happy dance, that Sharon would soon join us as well. I was curious as to just how 'twinsy' they really were. When she finally did emerge from the tent however, she'd chosen to remain in what was still a provocative looking outfit. Wearing a sleeveless button down shirt, she'd taken the shirttails tying them into a nice tight knot beneath her breasts. Still, even with this tit-bit of information, I had nothing to honestly compare the two of them with yet.
Kent and Stacy strolled over towards us soon after. Stacy was smiling, but Kent had what could only be described as a 'Cat that caught the canary ' kind of look on his face.
