The cool breeze gently blowing across her nipples made them stand up very hard. Or maybe it was partly due to the excitement. She wasn't sure why it excited her so much. Maybe because it was a little bit naughty. Jennifer couldn't remember ever having been outside completely naked before. Maybe she had done it as a baby, but certainly never since then. And she didn't remember even fantasizing about it. It just was an idea that had never crossed her mind before. Yet, here she was, a fully-grown woman, walking naked through the woods at night.
When her friend Susan suggested it, Jennifer thought she was joking. And maybe she was. But, somehow, they had talked each other into stripping down to nothing and walking the quarter mile or so down to the lake to go skinny-dipping. They had talked about it earlier in the evening. But the plan was to go down to the lake and then get naked. Of course, the bottle of wine they had with dinner may have had something to do with the change of plans. She was glad that the Summer season hadn't started yet, because almost all of the other cabins on the lake were empty. After this weekend, even at one a.m., people just might be stirring about.
Susan didn't seem to be in a hurry to get to the lake. It was obvious that she was enjoying the same excitement and feeling of freedom that Jennifer was. They were just casually strolling down the path to the lake, as if they didn't have a care in the world. Like they were they only people in the whole world. Just the two of them, all alone. No classes to go back to, no problems with boyfriends, no worries about money. No problems, no rules and no sins. Just like Adam and Eve in Paradise. Well, Eve and Eve anyway.
Susan stopped and leaned over to smell some type of night blooming flowers. The moonlight on her skin made it seem almost iridescent. Susan had very white skin to start with, being a natural redhead. But, in the pale light of the moon, she looked almost like a ghost. A very beautiful ghost. Jennifer had always thought that Susan was beautiful. Her "China Doll" white skin, her long, thick sunset red hair, her small but perfect breasts, tiny waist, firm rounded hips and long shapely legs.
And seeing her naked made Jennifer notice Susan's beauty even more. It was almost as if she was becoming sexually aroused at seeing her friend this way. But that couldn't be. Jennifer had never had feelings like that toward any woman before. And even if she had, it wouldn't have been Susan. They were like sisters. They had known each other for virtually all their lives. Their parents lived next door to each other. Their birthdays were only a few weeks apart. Their last names were close enough together in the alphabet that they ended up in almost all of the same classes in school, from kindergarten right on into college.
They had their first dates together. They almost always double dated. Hell, they even lost their virginity at the same time. It was at the old Starlight Drive-in, in Bobby Jackson's '57 Bel Air. Susan was in the front seat with Bobby and Jennifer was in the backseat with Mike Williams. No, it couldn't be sexually arousal. It had to be just the excitement of being naughty and running around naked. And the wine probably didn't help things either.
Even so, Susan was beautiful. But Susan had always thought of herself as too skinny. Jennifer looked down at her own naked body. She had always thought of herself as too fat. Her breasts were about three times the size of Susan's. And, even though they were very firm, they were big enough that she almost never went without a bra. Her waist was a lot thicker than Susan's too. It wasn't fat, she did 50 sit-ups every night. It was just thick. And even if she starved herself to death, her hips would never be as small as Susan's. Her Grandmother told her many times it was just because she was "large boned". She had even shown Jennifer pictures of herself as a teenage girl. Jennifer had the same figure as her grandmother. The "German Barmaid" figure, as her grandmother called it.
While she had picked up most of her looks from her father's German heritage, some things she had gotten from her mother. Her mother was Vietnamese. And what she gotten from her was dark hair and dark mysterious eyes. And one thing that made almost every other girl she knew (including Susan) jealous. Jennifer had almost no body hair. If she shaved her legs and armpits once a month, it was a lot. Her pubic hair always looked like it had been neatly trimmed, even though she had never trimmed it. The boys she had been to bed with seemed to like it a lot. And, even though she wished she was thinner, the boys always seemed to like her the way she was. She never had any trouble getting dates. Jennifer had never been "easy". So, they must like her the way she was. Of course, they liked Susan too. And she wasn't "easy" either.
But, then again, they weren't nuns either. They had sex quite often. But they were never easy or cheap about it. A boy had to be willing to wait until they were ready. Maybe even take them out several times before they would even let it get to heavy petting. And even then, they never promised more. And they never teased the boys. They let them know the rules up front. If they didn't agree, well there were plenty of other boys who would. Even now that they were roommates in college, the rules were still the same!
Neither Susan nor Jennifer would go to bed with a boy that the other one didn't approve of. They never fought over boyfriends either. If it was a serious relationship, they gave the other one plenty of space. And if it wasn't serious, they'd quite often trade. Most of the boys didn't seem to mind, too much.
Suddenly, Jennifer realized that she had closed her eyes for a while and had been day dreaming. About boys, her body . . . and Susan's body. Maybe it was because of the wine but, while she had been daydreaming, she had begun touching herself. Not really masturbating, just slowly moving her hands across her breasts, her belly, her butt and her thighs. She opened her eyes and realized that Susan had been watching her. Jennifer suddenly felt very exposed. And she tried to cover herself with the beach blanket she had been carrying. But it was tangled in the bushes where she had dropped it.
"Don't be ashamed, Jenny" Susan told her "We've been roommates long enough for me to know that you masturbate. I can hear you sometimes, late at night. And I know you've probably heard me masturbating too." Jennifer hadn't notice until then, but Susan was touching herself also. She stepped toward Jennifer and helped her free the blanket. Then she spread the blanket on the ground in front of them. As Susan sat on the blanket she looked up at Jennifer "I'm too horny to wait until we're back at the cabin. I'm going to masturbate right here and now! And if you're as horny as I am, you'll lay down here next to me and do the same!" Susan lay back and began to run her hands across her naked white flesh.
Jennifer hesitated. She tried to tell herself it was because she was afraid of getting caught by the people in the other cabins. But she knew that wasn't true. She knew they were safe. She had to admit that she was embarrassed that anyone, even Susan, knew that she masturbated. It was wrong and it was sinful, but it just felt so good. Sometimes she just couldn't help herself. But to do it in front of someone else . . . she just couldn't. But, obviously, Susan could.
Jennifer watched as Susan began touching herself more and more. Susan's hands first cupped her breasts, gently pinching her nipples between her thumbs and fingers. Then, one hand slowly moved down across her stomach and onto her pussy. Not entering it yet, just rubbing the fur-covered mound. Susan's eyes were closed and her breathing was slow and heavy. Softly she began to moan, the way Jennifer had heard her moan many nights before.
Susan's knees began to rise as her legs spread further and further apart. From where Jennifer was standing, she could see right into Susan's pussy. The wetness of it glistened in the moonlight. And Jennifer realized that her own pussy was getting very wet as well. Almost as if it had a mind of its own, Jennifer's hand slipped down and she began to touch herself. She stood there, frozen, unable to look away, watching Susan, the girl who she thought of like a sister, masturbating. And Jennifer began to masturbate too.
Jennifer knew that Susan was watching her, like she was watching Susan. But she didn't care anymore. Neither of them did. Both girls began to masturbate faster, as if they were trying to stay in rhythm with each other. Passionate, heavy breathing and low animalistic moans now accompanied stiff fingers digging into hot wet holes. Faster and faster their fingers flew, each transfixed, unable to take their eyes off the other. Until finally, as if by some prearranged signal, they both achieved explosive climaxes. And, as they did, Jennifer's knees gave way and she collapsed forward, onto Susan, leaving their faces only inches apart.
Without a thought or a word, their lips met, their tongues united and their arms and legs intertwined. What followed was an embrace more passionate than either of them had ever experienced before. The orgasmic spasms, like the after-shocks of an earthquake, continued as the two women writhed against each other. Neither knew how long it went on, but both knew they didn't want it to end. But, as all good things must, the spasms subsided and the embrace ended. Susan looked up at Jennifer and smiled. She was satiated, content and happy.
Jennifer's face beamed at first, then suddenly contorted into a silent sob. Without a word, she jumped up and ran off in the direction of the cabin. Susan tried to follow her, but her legs were still rubbery from her orgasm. It took a few minutes before she could manage to gather the blanket and follow her friend. Susan found Jennifer lying on her bed, face buried in her pillow and sobbing hysterically. It took several minutes before Susan could get anything even vaguely coherent out of Jennifer.
"Jennifer, Jennifer! What is wrong?"