Heather rigs the game

Heather hated to admit it, but Ashley had won this round. The two girls changed into their bikinis, as skimpy and flirty as nuns' habits, Heather thought, after what they'd just been doing.

Or were still doing, if Ashley had her way. Heather tried to enjoy the soft grass tickling her feet, but Ashley slid a hand up her damp thigh. Heather turned her face into the breeze? Ashley was there for a peck on the lips. Finally, they were almost at the beach, and Heather couldn't take it.

“Come 'ere!” She pounced on the blonde and pinned her against a tree, out of sight from the beach. Heather's fingers wormed inside her bottoms, and soon the blonde was supporting herself on her friend's invading hand, muffling her screams with sloppy, uncoordinated kisses.

“That's it,” Heather said, stepping back to let Ashley regain herself. “That's all you get.” She savored both Ashley's juice on her fingers and Ashley's begging, Please please just one more!

“Later. First, we're going to play a game.”

Ashley's eyes glittered. “I love games.”

It wasn't just that Ashley had made her cum so hard. It was that Ashley had made her look inexperienced. Hell, she'd made Heather feel inexperienced, like a wide-eyed virgin first learning to touch herself.

“You're gonna love this one. When we get down to the lake, pick somebody. Before the day is over I have to make them cum with others watching.”

Ashley's jaw dropped. “Holy shit, Heather! That's...”

“Really hot?”

“Really, really hot. But really, really dangerous, too.”

That was the point. Ashley didn't have to do anything: all the risk was on Heather. Which would either make Ashley overconfident, or...

“Come on, what's life without a few calculated risks? Besides, you haven't heard the stakes yet.”

One blonde eyebrow rose.

“If I get caught, you win. And I'm your **** for the whole day tomorrow.”

Ashley's breath hitched. Oh, the games we'll play then, Heather Ravers...

“But if I get away with it, I win, and tonight I'm sharing a bed with Brandon.”

Ashley flinched. "I don't–"

“And you can watch us, but you can't touch us. Or yourself.”

...or it would scare her off from playing altogether. Either way, Heather was again the most liberated.

Ashley was still struggling with it when they finally came to the lake.