My Last Summer at Home (Part 2) - Sex Stories

My Last Summer at Home (Part 2)

... reaction. "Girl, what the fuck? Are you serious? Beth Carter?" I asked as I stared at her in disbelief. Beth Carter was the queen of our high school. She was homecoming queen, prom queen, student body vice president, always on the honor roll and always tied to the hip of the school's star quarterback Scott Martin. Totally not in our social circle, and not the type of girl we would ever aspire to be. She always walked around with her nose in the air, and laughed hysterically at everything Scott Martin said. Her entourage of cheerleaders always surrounded her at lunch time, and she would never stoop to acknowledging us at school. At nineteen I was clueless but would later learn, as with most bitches like Beth, it was just a major lack of self-confidence on their part. "When? Where? Why? How the fuck did you even...?" and then I just stopped. "Well" she explained "our moms were best friends in high school, so we hang out at their house a lot. We have barbecues around the pool and stay up late while our parents play cards and drink wine. They usually let us have a glass of wine, but you know me... I usually sneak a few more. When our parents start to get really lubed from the wine and get too loud and silly, we usually go sit in the hot tub. " Jill took a deep breath and continued. "Last weekend we went into the little cabana they have, to change into our swimsuits, and it just kind of happened. I had already changed into my swimsuit, and turned around to see Beth just standing ...

... their naked and smiling. Of course her tits are perfect, and her waist is tiny, and her tan is perfect. She looked at me and said she never knew I had such a hot body before this summer, and asked what my workout routine is." "Ha! What workout routine, jerking off Rickey was the toughest work out you had today" I mockingly replied. She punched me in the shoulder and continued without missing a breath. "I looked down and couldn't help but stare at her completely bare crotch. She saw where I was staring and just said "bikini wax". She stepped closer and said "you can touch" and pulled my left hand to it. It was smooth and the folds were very wet, and then she just leaned forward and pushed her tongue into my mouth. She grabbed the back of my head, and sucked my tongue into her mouth while my hand was still on her..." She stopped briefly before she could say it, "... on her pussy. After about a minute she just stopped and whispered in my ear "you better stop or I'm going to cum, you ready for the hot tub?". Jill and I were both breathing kind of heavy by now. I was shocked by this sudden confession, and very buzzed from the beer. This whole experience was flooding my senses with so many confusing signals. I looked at Jill while she stared at me with heavy eyes, and flushed cheeks. I smirked and asked, "Then did you guys lez out in the hot tub all night, or what?" She punched me again. "Oh my god, no" she exclaimed, "And don't make me feel weird please. I'd never touched another ...