It is a family tradition to spend the Independence Day holiday out at Lake Marion. I managed to get away for a bit with some of my friends. Most of us gals went topless throughout the day, much to the delight of the few men along (as well as us female connoisseurs of perky breasts and erect nipples). We did shoo the fellows off after a while and we went skinny-dipping. Most of my friends use a modified bikini trim – just a small tuft above the shaved nether lips. Have you ever played tag naked? It is a lot of fun, especially when some of the girls are straight and you still get a handful once in a while. A few of us decided to get together that evening to watch the fireworks from the lake and then head for a party at one of the lakeside houses.
After checking in with my folks, I once again headed back out into the lake in the boat to our spot near one of the small islets that dot Lake Marion. I tied my boat to one of the others already there (this is called rafting) and soon we had half a dozen boats all tied together, creating our own small island. Now we could hop from boat to boat, visiting each other, sharing our beer, wine, pot, or whatever. Most of us were still wearing our bathing suits and had just brought a change of clothes – shorts and tops and shoes – for the party.
I was sitting on the bow of my boat, dangling my feet in the water, when Katy sat down along side me. Katy is one of my few straight friends from the lake; we’ve known each other since we were in 3rd grade and our families started coming up to the lake for the summer. I hadn’t seen her much since I started college so we had a lot of catching up to do. One of the things I’d commented on was the dramatic change in her appearance. I admitted to her that I had not recognized her at first when I’d seen her that afternoon. Gone was the mousy chub of yesteryear; she had slimmed down and toned up. Her hair was bobbed in a stylish cut and her makeup was very tastefully applied. The overall effect was stunning, and I told her so. She told me she thought I was a beautiful as ever, especially that afternoon wearing only a thong bikini bottom. She asked me about my love life and I told her about college and the causal relationship I had with Ingrid and Veronica.
The fireworks started and we all “oohed” and “ahhed” as they burst above our heads on the lake. It was so cool to just lay back on the boat’s deck and stare up at the stars and the explosions of color. The show lasted a good half hour and we just shared a couple of joints as we immersed ourselves in the experience. After the finale, the raft of boats started to break up, but Katy asked if she could ride with me. When I said sure, she grabbed her stuff from the other’s boat and then joined me back on the bow of mine. Neither of us was in any hurry to go to the party so we figured we’d stay put for a bit and talk.
She told me she’d been engaged for a while to her High School sweetheart but then found out he was seeing some other girl on the side and she’d dumped him. Now she was just drifting emotionally. Her parents had made her come to the lake against her will, but she admitted that being back amongst her girl friends had been good therapy. Especially swimming and playing tag. I laughed and said she’d been to good of a swimmer; she never got tagged so was never it. She admitted she’d only been tempted once to let someone tag her and that was when I was it. She drew very quiet at that point and I let her be as I refilled our wine glasses. When I sat down beside her again, I reached over, touched my finger to her thigh, and said “Tag, you’re it!” I tossed back my wine then dove into the water. She laughed and followed me in. I swam around the side of the boat, trying to keep it between us, but she swam under the boat and tagged me on the side. I dove after her and caught her just as she surfaced for air, my outstretched hand touching her right breast above the halter. Before I could dive away, she threw her arms around my neck and kissed me. This was no tentative kiss – this was a deep and passionate embrace. Her hands moved along my spine, caressing my back as her tongue invaded my mouth.
When she finally broke away from my lips, I asked whether she was sure she knew what she was doing and she said she knew only in theory – that she wanted me to teach her the realities. With that, she kissed me again, her hand cupping my breast and teasing my nipple through the fabric of my halter. I needed no further encouragement; it had been a long time since I had been with anyone and Katy was lighting my fires very well. I gave her one of my patented super kisses, long slow deep passionate – one that feels like you have been kissed from your toes to the roots of your hair. My hands just held her lightly by the hips as we tred water, trying not to drown amid the passion.
