Bonnie comes back

Susie stiffened as the tent flap swung open, relaxed as she saw it was Bonnie, then stiffened again as she saw what Bonnie was wearing. Or, rather, wasn't wearing.

"How did..."

"Trapp's a tough negotiator," said Bonnie, urgently, cupping her hands across her full breasts and the ginger curls between her legs. "I don't think anyone saw me run back, but..."

There was a rustle outside the tent.

"Quick! Let me in!"

"There's not enough room," complained Susie, as Bonnie slipped into the other end of the bathtub. It was just long enough for two, but only barely, and the bubbles slopped over the side as Bonnie struggled to squeeze herself in. "You won't... eek!"

Bonnie's face had gone very red as she slipped forward, greased by soap, into the only comfortable position. She'd managed to get herself underneath the bubbles, just barely. But her legs were intertwined with Susie's, and the two girls were pressed very close together. To be precise, specific parts of their anatomy were pressed very close together. To be even more precise, those parts of their anatomy were their pussies.

"Bonnie," gasped Susie, trying to wriggle away. She wanted to pull her legs back, but the tub was designed for one bathing beauty at a time, but there just wasn't enough room. She could feel the soft warmth of Bonnie's pussy, the tickle of her pubic hair, on her own most sensitive parts, and from the expression on her best friend's face she could tell the other girl was feeling the exact same way. "You can't do that! Get out at once!"

"I'm trying! I think I'm stuck... no wait, I..."

The tent flap swung open again, and Bonnie shrunk down below the surface of the water, hiding her breasts and rubbing herself up even closer against Susie's womanhood as someone else walked in.