What a bang!
My sister Shannon and our girlfriend Carrie decided to camp on the lake for the July 4th holiday. There would be a whole lot of partying going on.
Shannon is a tall, leggy brunette. Small, perky breasts with incredible nipples. Carrie is blonde, cute, and petite, except for her humungous breasts. No wonder her back bothered her. I didn't even feel like competing in the wet T-shirt contest against her; she always wins. Both Shannon and Carrie attract men like I attract mosquitoes. You can't beat them off with a stick.
"You know, Shannon," Carrie mentioned as we loaded our stuff in the back of Shannon's truck, "there's a biker rally happening at the lake this weekend."
Shannon laughed gaily. "Yeah, it's really going to be tough to hook up with some guy's this weekend. Not!"
Carrie giggled. "Yeah, really. I'd like to meet up with some dude who owns one of those boats in the parade. I'd like to spend the holiday cruising and skiing on the lake. What about you, Sarah? Who would you like to screw this weekend?"
"I'm not planning on screwing anybody. You know I don't do casual sex. I just hope to get through the weekend without being eaten alive by mosquitoes."
Both of them continually needled me about the fact that I wasn't as wild and uninhibited as they were, and that I was paranoid about mosquitoes. They bought me a GOT BLOOD? stupid T-shirt with a mosquito on it. I donned it for our camping adventure.
I dislike camping, but they talked me into it. Staying at a motel was my preference, but they were booked solid. I took an inventory of what we had loaded in the truck. Eighteen- by-ten-foot dome tent that slept six. Three sleeping bags. Coleman 2-burner propane stove. Lanterns. Then I checked my travel bag one last time. Yes, I had Tampax Super and Midol PMS. It hadn't started yet but was imminent. I had three different brands of mosquito repellant. Also NyQuil and cough drops since I had a nasty cold too. I almost backed out of the trip to spend the weekend reading inside with the air conditioning running at max.
"Hey, you guys, "I whimpered to Shannon and Carrie, "I'm not too sure I want to go. I don't feel well."
"You're going!" Shannon insisted. "We'll have a blast!"
"Yeah, right, "I replied miserably.
"C'mon, Sarah, don't be such a drag, "Carrie snapped. "Okay, okay, " I said softly, "I'll try to enjoy this weekend, but it won't be easy."
"Sarah, you really need to get laid, "Shannon observed. "Didn't you lose your virginity on the lake? Bang! Besides, you love fireworks."
I started to cry. Yes, I had lost my virginity on the lake--in the boat with David, and then he died in my arms as our blue eyes cried in the rain.
"I'm so sorry, Sarah," Shannon consoled me, "I shouldn't have brought that up." She put her arms around my shoulder and kissed me softly and sweetly on the cheek, licking up the tears.
Every time Shannon touched me I got goose pimples. She was so wild and crazy and beautiful. Everyone told her she should model. I didn't know if my sister Shannon liked to play with girls; the subject had never come up. Shannon had known Carrie longer than I and introduced us. The three of us began to hang out together all the time. I could feel the sexual tension between all three of us, on their part as well as mine.
"That's okay, Shannon, "I whispered, "I should be getting over this. Sorry I got hysterical."
"You never get over it, Sarah. Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?" She held my hands and looked into my eyes. Yes, there was, but I couldn't tell her.
* * *
We arrived at the lake about seven in the evening and set up our tent before it got dark.
"Let's hit the Docksider for a beer and a burger," Shannon suggested. The Docksider was a tavern on the lake we had passed on our way to the camp site. Dozens and dozens of Harleys had parked in the lot.
The establishment had a large deck out back, but there were no vacant tables anywhere. The place was packed. Shannon noticed three bikers who sat at a large picnic table. "Hey, would you guys mind if we join you? There's no place to sit."
"Hello there, hard bellies," the one with the handlebar moustache greeted. The other two had full beards and looked rather grungy. "Sure, park your sweet little behinds down. Sit on my face if you like." He smirked lewdly.
"Hard bellies?" Shannon asked.
"Yeah, foxy ladies--and you can be my fender fluff anytime." He stared at Shannon's long lovely legs barely covered by a bikini bottom. "Want to go for a ride on my scoot? My name is Pecker. You can go for a ride on that too, if you want."
"Maybe later. Definitely later, "Shannon cooed. We sat down and they bought us some drinks.
The three bikers talked non-stop about flying colors, rice burners, barn queens, chicken strips, and ink slingers. I didn't understand much of it, and they bored me silly. Shannon had her evil eye on the one named Pecker. Well, nicknamed Pecker anyway. I doubt his mother put that on his birth certificate.
"Why do they call you Pecker?" Shannon asked innocently.
"Don't worry, baby--I'll show you why before the night is over." She smiled seductively.
There were signs all over about the wet T-shirt contest. It started at nine. The owners of the boats who would complete in the parade on Friday at noon had agreed amongst themselves that the winner of the wet T-shirt contest could spend the rest of the day on the boat that won.
Nine o'clock arrived as Shannon got friendlier and friendlier with Pecker. I noticed she had her hand on his lap. The staff of the Docksider came around, and told us that anyone who wanted to compete in the wet T-shirt contest should step off the deck and form a circle around the guy with the hose, facing him.
Shannon and Carrie stood up. Carrie reached underneath her T-shirt and slipped off her bra and flung it on the table.
Aren't you going to take off your bra, Shannon?" Pecker asked.
She laughed. "My bra? Do I look like I need a bra? Your tits are bigger than mine, " she joked.
"Sarah, c'mon, "Carrie implored. "Aren't you going to get wet and wicked?"
"No thanks." I smacked another mosquito on my arm. "I don't want to wash off the repellant." I slapped another one. Blood squirted from it's squished body. My blood no doubt.
The dude with the hose squirted the girls who circled him. He gave them each a card with a number on it. All of the guys in the place gathered close, and then the girls turned around. The cheers for Carrie were three times as loud as for anyone else as she jiggled and wiggled.
"Let's have a better look at those big tits!" one guy yelled.
"Yeah, set them puppies free!" another hollered.
"Give us a real boob shot!" one more roared.
So Carrie did. She lifted her T-shirt and gave them a real good look. The crowd got hysterical. They pushed and shoved to get closer. "Okay, that's all folks!" Carrie shouted. She pulled her shirt down and pushed through the throng of admirers back to her seat.
Everyone went back to their seats shaking their heads, still amazed by the mammary display they had just witnessed. Shannon took off her wet T-shirt and wrung it out. All eyes ogled her breasts, and the soaking had made the nips of her nipples erect. I swear the tips were the size of an AAA battery. I smiled while thinking I'd like to get a charge out of those perkies. She put her shirt back on.
I crushed another giant mosquito, this time on my leg. "You know, I think I'm going to leave, "I announced. "The mosquitoes are feasting on me and I'm tired. I think I'll call it a night. You guys stay; you're having fun, "I said to Shannon and Carrie. "I'll walk. It's not far." I left.
Carrie came back about midnight.
"Where's Shannon?" I asked.
"She hooked up with that biker. They took off on his Harley for parts unknown. But she had that 'fuck me' look on her face. I'm tired. I have to get my beauty rest for my big day in the boat tomorrow." Carrie crawled into her sleeping bag and quickly fell asleep.
About three in the morning I heard Shannon come back. She was sobbing.
"What's wrong, Shannon?"
"Oh shit, it was terrible, Sarah! With Pecker. He fucked me but never even kissed me. I didn't even get wet. All the good that big dick did me. I give up on men! They don't know how to please a woman. That or they just don't care. As long as they get off. Fuck! I went for a swim in the lake afterwards to wash off his slimy sweat."
