Rachel. Part 2: Previous Sins - Sex Stories

Rachel. Part 2: Previous Sins

... turned and said, “Let’s swim back.”

Jenny looked up at her friend and took in her perfect body. The round firm boobs with their nipples, her flat tummy where her muscles played under the skin. Her smooth pussy with lips barely showing. She was one hot bitch, she thought and got up.

Back at the cabin, they showered in turn and while Jenny was getting dressed, Rachel began working on dinner and sipping on a glass of wine. Her thoughts went back to her friend confessing she was curious about sex with another girl. They had known each other for quite a while now and Rachel had never felt that Jenny looked at her like more than her friend. Maybe she wasn’t her type, it could be that simple. But what if she was and Jenny was too shy to admit it? Would she take the risk of jeopardizing their friendship for some sex? Rachel wasn’t sure. She didn’t have enough experience in relationships, rather she had no experience at all. With men she was just after the sex, she didn’t have time or interest in starting something serious.

Jenny looked at herself in the mirror on the wall. She knew Rachel was only joking with her when she had mentioned her hips and thighs. There wasn’t much fat on either and over all she was in fantastic shape. Men loved to kiss her tummy and suckle her boobs before penetrating her and stretching her tight pussy. If the dude was more than eight inches, Jenny had to ask him to slow down or it would hurt. She slowly ran her hands down her sides across her ...

... tummy down to her pussy. She shivered as her middle finger brushed over her clit.

“Smells wonderful,” said Jenny when she walked into the kitchen. She poured a glass of red wine from the bottle Rachel had left on the kitchen table. Her friend stood at the stove steering a pan with meat sauce and on another burn, she had spaghetti almost to a boil. She wore a black halter top and Lycra shorts in black. Her ass looked like someone had cut a soccer ball in half and glued it to her.

For no reason whatsoever Jenny couldn’t help herself, she came up behind her friend and placed her hands on her ass cheeks and gave them a firm squeeze. “Damn, girl, these buns are firm. How often do you go to the gym?”

Without turning or acknowledging what her friend had just done, Rachel said, “four times a week, for about an hour and a half.”

Jenny squeezed the cheeks again. “Yeah, I can tell.” When she let go and stepped back, Rachel turned around.

“Jenny, if you want, you can keep touching me. I’m ok with it if you are.”

The two friends looked at each other. The silence in the room was tense and quiet. Jenny fiddled nervously with her hands against her legs and Rachel stood with the spoon she had used to stir within her hand.

“I..I.. I don’t know,” Jenny finally said quietly.

“What is it you don’t know?”

“If I should. I mean I want to, but I don’t know why I do. Just five hours ago I could never in my wildest imagination think that I would like to kiss you.”

Rachel put ...