*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.
*Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-Check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes.
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Megan Campion came to and opened one bleary eye. She peered at the gauzy curtain over her bedroom window and saw the early morning sunlight filtering into the large bedroom. She could feel a warm body pressed against her torso and right leg and smiled.
"God I love young pussy," Megan thought, reveling in the warmth from the eighteen year old girl's body.
The feeling of long silky strands against her hard nipples told her it was Kenny lying next to her. She assumed Larissa was on the other side of the adorable red head, creating a 'blonde sandwich' of women.
With a soft kiss to Kenny's shoulder, Megan rolled out of the bed. Looking down, she saw Kenny and Larissa sleeping soundly, facing one another in their sleep.
"God I love young pussy," Megan smiled, tasting Kenny's ginger pussy on her lips.
Padding nude from the bedroom, Megan made her way down the grand staircase to the ground floor. Through the twelve by twelve atrium doors, Megan could see her lake just outside. The early morning mist hung over the surface of the water; the sun had not burned it away just yet. As she watched, a bass broke the surface, catching a bug that had flitted too close to the surface of the still water.
"I love rum runners," Megan thought, seeing the half-gallon bottles of Virgin Island rum sitting on the granite counter.
Megan passed the rum, though. She had told herself years ago that only alcoholics, alcoholics like her God damned piece of shit father ever drank in the morning. She would make herself wait until noon before she made the first batch of rum runners for herself and her two sweet little guests.
Dumping two cups of Greek yogurts into the blender, Megan found a fat banana and peeled it. Opening the refrigerator, she dug out three large chunks of pineapple and dropped that into the bleder as well.
"Coffee. Need coffee," Megan said, seeing her hands shaking as she put the yogurt and pineapple containers into the refrigerator.
While the coffee brewed, Megan looked around the large, state of the art kitchen. She loved her kitchen; she'd had a reknown French chef design the perfect kitchen. She laughed a bitter laugh; Adolfo had believed that a piece of ass would be included in the twenty five hundred dollars Megan had paid him for his services.
Just as the coffee pot finished gurgling, Megan turned on the blender. She poured herself a cup of the rich brew and stirred in some cream. Real cream, not that powdered stuff. If anyone ever read the list of ingredients in powdered creamer, the sales of that disgusting concoction would plummet to zero.
Still nude, Megan stepped out onto the back porch. Sitting on her padded chaise lounge, Megan sipped her banana pineapple smoothie. Spreading her legs, Megan combed her fingers through her neat triangle of blonde curls. Absently, her hand travelled up her smooth belly to her 36DD breasts. Her fingernails raked at her hardening nipple for a moment. She finished her breakfast beverage then took a cautious sip of her coffee.
"Ah!" Megan sighed; it was the perfect temperature for savoring, enjoying.
When she finished the mug of coffee, Megan left both large glass and large coffee mug on the small table and walked down to her lake. When she'd bought this property from Old Man Kodgins, there had just been a ramshackle cabin, the lake and twenty thousand acres of pine forest. Now, where the rotted cabin had sat was a three bedroom, three bathroom two story home.
"Yeah, got the two boys; leave it to one? The other will get all pissed off," Mr. Kodgins had lamented. "Leave it to the other? Well, you get the idea."
"But the money can be split right down the middle," Megan had nodded in sympathetic understanding.
Diving into the lake, Megan stifled her whoop of elation. The water was warm, soothing. She paddled at a strong, brisk pace. The lake was two miles wide by five miles long, almost a perfect oval. In the middle of the lake, Megan had a twelve foot by twelve foot pontoon anchored by four steady steel cables affixed to five hundred pound weights. The cables had enough slack that the pontoon would rock and sway gently in a good breeze, but would not float away. There was a six by twelve awning over the south side of the pontoon, offering shade for when the sun was too brutal. There were six strips of thick foam rubber, each piece of stark white material was two and a half feet wide by seven feet long and was four inches thick. Megan could have a naked girl party on the pontoon. Six naked bodies, glistening with oil and sweat, soaking up the sun's harmful rays. And when the desire would overtake them, they would roll over, press their lips to one another's lips, press their hands to one another's breasts.
Megan swam underneath the pontoon, careful not to strike any of the four thick cables. Once, she had struck one of the cables and had broken two of her fingers.
Her morning swim completed, Megan dried herself with a towel she pulled from her outside closet. Looping the towel over her railing, she let herself into her house again.
There was no sound; obviously her guests were still asleep. Megan poured another cup of coffee, stirred in the cream, and returned outside.
"So, three weeks until the summer semester starts up," Dr. Campion had smiled at Kendra 'Kenny' Morrison as the slim red head had put her final exam onto the pile of other completed exams.
"Yes ma'am," the eighteen year old girl had whispered, a worried look on her face.
"And you're signed up for the summer semester; I'll have you in my two ten," Megan had continued the conversation.
"Uh, yes, yes ma'am," Kenny said, eyes wide; the deer in the headlights look.
"Problem?" Megan had asked, whispering because there were still five other students taking their exams.
Looking around, Keny admitted she did not have the seventy three dollars Greyhound would charge for a one-way trip home. And, once home, she wasn't sure that her mother and step-father would have the money to get her back to Myndee University for the summer semester. And, Myndee University completely shut down for the break between semesters, to allow grounds keeping time to clean everything before the next semester.
"My office is on the fourth floor," Megan told the girl, pointing to the ceiling. "Meet me there at, mm, one? The next exams don't start until one thirty, right?"
"Yes ma'am," Kenny said before hefting her bulky Heavy backpack onto her thin shoulder and shuffling/lurching out of the room.
At twelve fifty nine, Megan opened the door of her office and ushered Larissa Lehrdull and Kenny Morrison into her office. The voluptuous five foot six inch woman looked at the slim five foot one inch red head and the slender five foot blonde and resisted the urge to grab them both in a passionate hug. She allowed herself the briefest of touches to their compact backsides as she guided them to the two chairs in front of her desk. Then she sat down behind the desk and faced the girls.
Kenny was slim, with a slim face, large brown eyes, slim nose with just a smattering of freckles dotting her pale cheeks. Her chin was sharp and her lips were thin.
Through her oversized tee shirt, Megan deduced the adorable red head probably sported a 28B chest. Her waist was thin and her hips were mere swells tapering into her thin, pale legs. Right now, her legs were bare in her denim cutoffs and her small feet were jammed into cheap flip-flops.
Larissa Lehrdull had a sweet, round face framed by her straw colored shoulder length hair. Her eyes were a light caramel brown, her nose was snub and her lips were full, pouting lips.
Megan guesstimated Larissa's chest to be a 30C and her hips were most likely thirty inches around. Larissa's buttocks had just a little more meat to them than did the slim Kenny.
"Okay, you two are in the same boat; nowhere to go for the seventeen days the campus will be shut down," Megan said. "Oh, by the way, Kenny, Larissa, do you two know one another?"
