Girls Only: Girl Scout Trip (2 page)

She
never would have woken up at all of Brandi hadn’t tripped over her. They both
swore out loud as Brandi sprawled over Paige in the moonlight, landing full
force, knocking the wind out of both of them. Paige popped her head out of her
sleeping bag, blinking and trying to make sense of where she was. It took
several moments before she remembered she was in the middle of the woods on her
little sister’s Girl Scout trip.

“What
are you doing out here?” Brandi whispered, her body still on top of Paige.

“Sleeping,”
Paige replied, stating the obvious, wondering if it was hard to breathe because
Brandi’s full weight was on her, or if was more the way the blonde squirmed on
top.

“Why
aren’t you in the tent?”

“It’s
not my tent,” Paige reminded her. “Mine’s in a tree, remember?”

“I
said I was sorry.” Brandi sighed and rolled off, sitting on the bed of pine
needles between the sleeping bag and the tent.

“Are
the girls sleeping?”

“All
tucked in.” Brandi yawned and stretched and, as Paige’s eyes adjusted to the
light, she saw how her shirt rode up, exposing an expanse of her belly.

“You
put the fire out?” Paige hated herself for asking but it was better safe than
sorry.

“Of
course,” Brandi scoffed.

“You
sent one of the girls down to the lake for water?” Paige sat up, pushing her
sleeping bag down to her waist, already knowing the answer by Brandi’s
hesitation.

“…well,
no…”

“I’ll
do it.” Paige sighed, climbing out of her sleeping bag and hunting around for
her backpack with her jeans in it.

“No,
it’s fine. I’ll do it.” Brandi stood in a huff, already heading toward the
lake.

Without
a flashlight. Or anything to bring water back with.

Paige
rolled her eyes, swearing under her breath as she found a flashlight in her
bag, grabbing her empty water bottle and putting on a pair of crocs before
heading after her. Brandi was practically running and Paige didn’t want to go
too fast, considering she was only wearing crocs. And no pants, she realized,
halfway down the path to the lake.

When
she reached the beach, she waved her flashlight around, looking for Brandi. The
lake was quiet, the moon shining on the water, but there was no sign of life.

“Guess
who?”

Paige
gasped as Brandi covered her eyes with her hands, her breath warm against her
cheek, her lips tickling Paige’s ear, making goose bumps rise up on her arms.

“Jesus,
you scared the crap out of me.” Paige could barely get the words out and Brandi
giggled.

“Come
on, the girls are asleep.” Brandi’s voice had lowered to a bare whisper, as if
anyone could hear them, way out here. “Let’s go skinny dipping.”

Skinny
dipping?

Paige
had barely registered the concept before Brandi stepped out from behind her,
already stripped naked and heading for the water. She stood, rooted to the
spot, watching the girl’s blonde hair fly out behind her as she ran toward the
shoreline, her legs long and pale in the moonlight, her breasts tiny, pert.
Perfect.

Hesitating
only a moment, Paige pulled her t-shirt off, then slid her panties down,
leaving them along with her water bottle and flashlight in the sand and
following Brandi to the edge of the water. She was still wading in. Paige
expected the water to be cold, but the day had been so hot, it was as warm as
bath water.

“Oh
this feels soooo good!” Brandi moaned as she waded in to her waist. Paige could
still see her breasts, more fully now, the tips hard and pointing straight at
her.

“Water’s
warm.” Paige waded in too, feeling Brandi’s gaze on her body, wondering what
she was thinking. Paige was far curvier—and bustier—than the
blonde. Probably thinks I’m fat, Paige thought, sinking lower in the water,
eager to hide her full hips.

“It’s
heaven,” Brandi agreed, spreading her arms and falling back, floating on the
surface. “Look at the stars!”

Paige
let herself go, floating on her back on the still surface of the lake. Above
them, a million stars and a bright, full moon looked down. Below them, a lake
teeming with life. Paige breathed deeply, wishing everything could be like
this, so uncomplicated, so beautiful. There were no words between them, but the
silence wasn’t awkward. Paige felt something, like the heavy air before a storm
started, between the two of them.

She
felt it, when their bodies floated together. Brandi’s calf brushed hers. Then
her hip. Then her hand. Paige held her breath, listening to the soft sound of
waves lapping the shoreline, feeling Brandi’s hand caress her thigh. It was a
light, gentle, rhythmic touch but definitely purposeful. Brandi was stroking
her leg. Paige tried not to react but her nipples were hard and the aching
throb between her legs was very distracting.

“Brandi?”
Paige swallowed, not even sure what to ask, how to begin.

“Hm?”
That soft hand, lapping at her thigh, like the water licking the shoreline.

“Are
you… do you…?” She couldn’t seem to finish a sentence.

“Mmmm
hmmmm.” Brandi’s fingers tiptoed into the V of her thighs, fingers warm,
probing, making Paige gasp and then moan softly. “Ohhh smooth. Like me. Want to
feel?”

There
was no question anymore in Paige’s mind or on her lips. Her own hand drifted
over to Brandi’s thigh, marveling at the softness of her skin before seeking
even more heat. She came up against no resistance at all. Brandi’s thighs
parted sweetly and Paige’s fingers stroked her slit—smooth and soft, just
as promised—hearing her sharp intake of breath.

“Do
little circles.” Brandi whispered her instructions, her own fingers showing
Paige, finding her clit, rubbing it around and around.

“Oh
God.” Paige shivered, her pussy throbbing, her clit eager for more. She rubbed
Brandi too, her labia swelling under the attention.

“Like
that,” Brandi gasped, hips rocking up with the current. “Oh yes, like that!”

Paige
wanted to grab the girl and bury her face in her pussy. She wanted to taste
her, drink her, eat her until Brandi bucked and moaned and came in her mouth.
But she didn’t want Brandi to stop touching her. The fingers between her legs,
rubbing fast and furious against her clit, were skilled and too good to deny.
Brandi was going to get her off right here while they both floated together on
the surface of the lake.

“Mmmmm
don’t stop,” Brandi urged, making those same circles with her hips, urging her
on. “Ohhhhh fuckkk don’t stop! You’re going to make me come!”

Paige
moaned, thrusting up against those persistent fingertips, trying to focus on
giving her pleasure while her own body was so tightly wound and ready to take
off, like a delicious rocket. Brandi cried out, back arching, as she came, her
breath coming almost as fast as her fingers moving on Paige’s throbbing clit.

And
then Paige took off, rocketing skyward, hard nipples pointed to the stars as a
climax rocked her body with the waves. Her pussy clamped down, spasming with
pleasure, a release so sudden it shocked her. She shuddered with her orgasm,
feeling Brandi’s pussy still pulsing under her own fingers, making her mouth
water. God, she wanted her. Still. More.

“Ohhhh
God that felt so good.” Brandi sighed happily, lifting her fingers to her
mouth. Paige’s pussy, still pulsing from her climax, spasmed in response. “Now
I want to taste you.”

Was
she dreaming? Paige thought she must be dreaming. She was still cocooned in her
sleeping bag and Brandi was snoring in the tent beside her. She was sure of it
until the blonde beside her uprighted herself, grabbing Paige around the waist,
pulling her upright too. She thought they would sink, that they must be miles
from the shore, but they were still in shallow water. When Paige put her feet
down on the rocks, her breasts were still above the water line.

Brandi
eyed them with a curious hunger and before she knew it, Paige’s nipple was in
the blonde’s mouth. She gasped in surprise, hanging into the slighter girl as
she wrapped her legs around Paige, hooking her heels behind her calves.
Brandi’s mouth was hot on her cool skin, the girl’s hands wandering all over
Paige’s curves like she couldn’t get enough.

Then
Brandi’s head came up and their mouths met, melted, slanting hot and insistent,
hands roaming. Paige let her hands roam too, lifting the other girl with both
hands gripping her ass. Brandi squealed and laughed as they fell back into the
water with a splash, both of them coming up sputtering.

“Come
on, let’s go back,” Brandi urged and Paige felt her heart drop. Was it over
then? Just a little bit of fun in the water?

But
Brandi grabbed her hand, dispelling that idea. “I still want to taste you.”

Paige
actually remembered what they’d gone down to the lake for and filled her water
bottle before they put their t-shirts on and started walking back up the path,
the flashlight bobbing in the dark. Brandi was barefoot and she scoffed at
Paige’s insistence she put on shoes but gave up halfway down the path.

“Here,
get on.” Paige hunkered down and let Brandi climb onto her back. She carried
her that way, piggyback, to camp. She dropped Brandi at the tent, whispering,
“I’ll be right back.”

There
was no sound from the girls’ tents, no late-night flashlights left on. Paige
quickly poured water over the fire, hearing the embers give their last hiss,
before heading back to her own tent. Well, Brandi’s tent. She took her crocs
off and left them outside, unzipping the flap and crawling in. Brandi had her
sleeping bag spread out flat on the bottom, soft side up. She’d taken off her
t-shirt and smiled at Paige as she entered the tent.

Paige
thought she’d never seen anything more beautiful in her life. The blonde was on
her back, knees up and open, leaning back on her elbows, a hungry look in her
eyes. Paige took the time to zip the tent up against mosquitos before she
turned and dove between Brandi’s open legs, making her squeal and giggle.

“Shhh!”
Paige insisted, her head coming up. “Don’t wake the girls.”

Brandi
nodded, biting her lip as Paige nuzzled the soft skin between her legs, parting
her labia with her eager tongue. She tasted like the lake, her skin cool from
their swim and the night air, but that didn’t last long. Paige lapped at her
flesh, using her tongue to part her slit, sliding it down and then up again,
over and over, feeling her squirm.

“Here,”
Brandi urged, nudging her clit with her index finger.

Paige’s
tongue made circles around her clit, nuzzling her nose into her swelling mound.
The taste and smell of her was intoxicating. It made her own pussy throb with
need. Brandi seemed to sense this because she wiggled and turned and squirmed
and situated herself so she could wrap her arms around Paige’s hips and pull
her pussy against her mouth.

“Oh
fuck,” Paige gasped when Brandi’s lips fastened over her mound, her tongue
making fast circles around and around her clit. She knew it was Brandi’s way of
showing her what she wanted, and Paige mimicked her movement with her own
tongue, hearing a satisfying moan escape her lips.

Paige
tried to keep quiet, not wanting anyone to hear them, but Brandi’s mouth was so
good it was hard to keep from crying out. She kept her mouth busy between
Brandi’s soft, slender thighs, pussy juice wet against her cheeks. Paige wanted
to explore every inch of her and slipped her fingers between her lips, tracing
that sweet, slippery labyrinth. Brandi wriggled and thrust up when she slid two
fingers inside. She was like a soft, velvet purse, walls quivering and hugging
Paige’s fingers.

She
gasped when Brandi did the same, sliding two fingers into Paige’s quivering
pussy. They mirrored each other, tongues lapping, circling, fingers moving
slowly in and out at first, then faster, deeper, plunging home. Paige couldn’t
concentrate anymore, the pleasure so intense, building to a fever pitch. She
felt her impending orgasm—it trembled her thighs like an earthquake.

Then
Brandi was coming all over her face, hips thrusting up toward the sky, and
Paige’s climax rocked through her at the same time, like a freight train. Her
whole body convulsed with pleasure, her pussy snapping closed on Brandi’s
plunging fingers again and again. Paige moaned into Brandi’s sweet, pink flesh,
mashing her whole face against her mound until she couldn’t breathe and didn’t
care. She wanted to drown in her.

“No
more! No more!” It was Brandi who gasped and pushed her off, clamping her hand
protectively over her swollen mound.

“Mmmmmore.”
Paige turned and crawled up to kiss her on the mouth, their saliva and juices a
heady mix. “Jesus, that was fucking hot. Where did that even come from?”

Brandi
smiled lazily, snaking an arm around her neck and pulling Paige down to her.
Paige grabbed the edge of the sleeping bag and covered them both, cocooning
them in the darkness. They were quiet for a while, watching fireflies light up
outside the tent, listening to the sound of crickets and frogs.

“This
is so wrong,” Paige murmured as Brandi snuggled up, using her ample breasts as
pillows. “My little sister is just over there.”

Brandi
snorted. “It was your little sister who told me…”

“She
told you?” Paige blinked at the sloping V at the top of her tent, thinking
about her own, caught up in a tree. Jess had planned this? The little stinker!
She’d acted all innocent! “Wait a minute… my tent! Did you do that on purpose?”

“No!”
Brandi laughed, shaking her head. “Although… now I’m kind of glad I messed up
so bad.”

“You
didn’t mess up.” Paige smiled, closing her eyes and breathing in the sweet,
fragrant smell of her hair, like corn silk against her nose. “In fact, I’m
pretty sure you just earned another merit badge.”

“Oh
yeah? What for?”