This story is 93.6% fiction. All characters in this story, and in the sequels that follow, are eighteen years of age or older.
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I was enrolled in a small college in a quaint, old-fashioned little country town in the Texas Hill Country. The town had been founded by German immigrants and was populated by their descendants. I lived in a boarding house owned and operated by a German family, and shared family-style meals with my landlords and their children around a long table with a whiter-than-white tablecloth.
I was barely nineteen years old, and the daughter of the hotel-keepers, Lena, was about my age, possibly about half a year younger. She was a senior in high school. Her golden ringlets and cornflower-blue eyes made her quite attractive, although in an idealized, non-sexual way. She had an older friend named Karen, a year or so older than me, who used to come over now and then. Karen was also a blue-eyed blonde, and she wore her hair in two long braids.
Lena's younger brother Jimmie had shown me a swimming hole in the river that ran through the town, and he and I and some of the other college boys swam there often. It was a small stream, no more than a creek really. One afternoon I was down by the river alone when Lena came quietly through the scrub brush to stand beside me. Today there was something different in her manner, in the way she moved, the way she walked, the way she held her body, and primarily in the way she looked at me. It was as if she were a different girl walking about in Lena's body, but looking at me through Lena's eyes.
Karen came up behind her. She had blue bows at the ends of her golden braids. She didn't speak, but watched the two of us with a mysterious smile as Lena sat down on the rock beside me. After the usual "hi-how-are-you" exchange, Karen said, "We're going to go in swimming. Want to come with us?"
"Well, uh, sure, uh, Karen." I was just a bit embarrassed. I had hung my jeans and tee-shirt over a bush, but for a rare change I was wearing a swimsuit, so I was ready. I was really glad I had brought the swimsuit with me, for I almost always swam naked in the creek, as all the local boys always did, and a lot of the college boys as well. I got up to go away for a minute behind the bushes so that the girls could change into their swimsuits.
"You don't have to go," Karen said. "We don't need to change."
"You're going to go in swimming with your clothes on?" I wasn't particularly surprised, but I thought it was unusual for a girl to swim with her clothes on. "Did you bring swimsuits?"
"We don't have swimsuits, but we don't need them, do we?"
"Oh." They meant to go in naked. The idea was titillating. I'd never seen a girl naked.
Lena and Karen looked at each other and some sort of knowing female communication passed between them. "You first," said Karen.
"No, you first," Lena said, with a soft, kittenish giggle.
Karen unbuttoned her blouse slowly, one careful, deliberate button at a time, making a production of each button. The last button at the bottom was slower than all the others. She hesitated then for perhaps half a minute or more before she opened the blouse and held it open. Under the open blouse, her chest was well contoured; her breasts were mature in shape and size. Not large nor heavy, but definitely female breasts, firm and well-shaped, but not quite large enough to jiggle when she moved.
I had never seen a girl's breasts before. My mother was a devout Southern Baptist with a lively sense of sin. I had been sheltered and "protected" from girls, and from any idea of what went on between boys and girls, or men and women. I was so sheltered that I was sent to a private religious school under incredibly strict supervision. I sometimes wonder how my mother ever managed to have children at all, what with sex being so sinful. I was painfully innocent in my first time away from home alone.
Karen had broad, prominent hips and just a hint of a belly. She was what folks used to call "a corn fed country girl." Her areolas were wide and smooth, tawny with a slight orange tint, covering most of the surface of each breast. The nipples were large and erect, as large as the ball of your thumb. I think I could have hung my shirt on one of those nipples. She shed the blouse and stood barefoot in only her skirt, watching me with wise and knowing eyes. I could not speak or move. I may have forgot to breathe.
Then she smiled and began to remove Lena's blouse as well, a little less slowly this time. When both girls were topless, Lena's breasts were small, mere swellings on her chest, just beginning to take on the contours of maturity. The contrast between the two girls was remarkable.
Lena was a beautiful, angelic-looking girl, just days over eighteen and just on the verge of womanhood. Her skin was a pale milky white, and her blue eyes were like the eyes of an angel, totally innocent and pure. She was a china doll, all golden ringlets surrounding her head like a halo, and blue, blue eyes, in the most angelic face you could wish for. Karen was an earthy farm girl, all flesh and sensuousness. Her blonde braids seemed to emphasize her earthiness, and her blue eyes were full of mystery.
A childlike girl and a mature young woman, yet bound together in that mysterious female conspiracy which defies male understanding, and probably female understanding too, with no need to understand, merely to
be
, as females. The two of them seemed to have some sort of unspoken agreement which centered on me. Both looked at me expectantly. "You like that?" Karen asked.
"Um, uh, ah..., y . . . yes." I felt like a fool.
Then Karen undid her deep blue skirt, let it fall, and stood there totally naked. Her burgeoning breasts emphasized her femininity. She wasn't just a teenage girl. She was intensely a
woman
. Her hips were wide and gently curved, her buttocks full and rounded. Her crotch was full, a mound of firm, plump flesh in a delta V, and covered with a delta-shaped patch of golden blond curls. The fleshy crease that her curly hair failed to cover was deep and pronounced.
She was very, very female. Lena was-well, just a girl. Little did I know.
I was entranced as Lena also removed her skirt. Not with the deliberate purpose of the older girl, but hesitantly, as if she were teetering on some invisible brink, unsure of what she was doing or maybe even why she was doing it. Her fingers fumbled with the button at her waist. The skirt dropped to the grass and Lena lifted her eyes to mine and turned to face me.
Down where her legs met was the tiniest little slit, barely visible in her milky flesh. Not even a mound, just a slit in the flat space between her legs. It wasn't a delta V like Karen's was. Lena's thighs didn't quite come together at her crotch, so there was an empty space between, maybe two inches wide, and I could see right through. The pubic hair at her crotch was pale, pale blond, almost platinum, and sparse.
Was this the girl I had lived under the same roof with, shared a bathroom with, helped with her homework, and sat down to dinner with? She couldn't be. She wasn't. She was a total stranger.
Karen looked at me again. "Now you." she said.
"What?"
"Your turn."
"My turn?"
"Your turn. Take off your suit,"
"But, but ..."
I couldn't speak nor resist as the two girls took off my swimsuit. Karen threw it onto a bush a yard or two away. "Okay," she said.
"Okay? What?"
"We can go in swimming," she said. "Or we can do it."
"Do it? Do what?"
"Oh, you know.
Do it
."
Well, I didn't know. I was totally bewildered by my own nakedness, and dazed by the nudity of the two girls and the situation that we were in. I was helpless as the two girls walked slowly toward me, one on either side.
"We're gonna show you how to do it," Lena said.
