Next day at Wendy’s work

The next day at the diner Jen stops by to Wendy for lunch and the girls talk about last night with the guys at river. Jen and Wendy recall their encounter with boys. Jen starts by saying that them skinny dipping and swinging from the rope swing with the boys watching and then by the fire with Craig and Wendy and Joe in the back of his truck.

Jen leaned in, a sly grin spreading across her face as she whispered to Wendy, "Oh my God, it was so hot fucking beside the fire with Craig." Wendy's eyes widened with surprise, I know I couldn’t help but watch you two before me and Joe went to his truck to have some fun together. Jen's voice dropped to a whisper, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she leaned in closer to Wendy. "I couldn't help but see you watching us when I was sucking his cock," she said, a sly smile playing on her lips. Wendy's cheeks flushed, but she couldn't hide the grin that spread across her face. "Yeah, and you and Joe were all over each other too," Jen added, her tone teasing. Wendy nodded, her breath catching as she recalled the heat of the moment. "I know, it was so intense," she whispered back, her voice barely audible over the diner's background noise.

Jen's eyes sparkled with curiosity as she leaned in closer, her voice taking on a conspiratorial tone. "So, what did happen in the back of Joe's truck?" she asked, her grin widening with anticipation. Wendy's cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink, but she couldn't suppress the sly smile that played on her lips. "Let's just say Joe knows how to make a girl feel wanted," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the diner's background noise. She paused, glancing around to ensure no one was listening before leaning in even closer.

Wendy's voice dropped to a barely audible whisper as she continued, her words spilling out with a mix of excitement and secrecy. "We didn't actually fuck, but oh my God, it was so intense. I gave him a slide job with my fat pussy lips, and he was moaning so loud. We both came together, right there in the bed of his truck. It was like our bodies were in sync, and the way he grabbed my hips... I can still feel it." Jen's eyes widened in surprise, her grin growing even wider as she processed the details. "Damn, that sounds amazing," she whispered back, her voice filled with admiration.

Wendy leaned in closer, her voice barely above a whisper as she confessed, "I really wanted to fuck Joe last night and lose our virginity, but he insisted we shouldn't. It was so frustrating, but then I had this naughty thought." Jen's eyes lit up with curiosity, urging her to continue. Wendy's lips curled I straddle him and lowered myself on top of his cock and began sliding back and forward on his fat cock my pussy was so wet it was so hot we came together. When came hid load was so huge and collapsed on top of him.

Jen's eyes sparkled with excitement as she leaned back in her booth, a satisfied grin still plastered on her face. "Damn, Wendy, you're such a tease," she said, her voice laced with admiration. "I can't believe you almost went all the way with Joe. You two must have been so hot together." Wendy giggled, her cheeks still flushed, and nodded in agreement. "I know, right? It was like we couldn't get enough of each other. But you and Craig... I couldn't look away when you were going at it by the fire. You're such a wild one, Jen." Jen chuckled, her grin widening.

Wendy's wicked grin spread wide as she leaned back in her seat, her eyes gleaming with a mischievous spark. Without a word, she nodded toward the back of the diner, her gaze locked on Jen's. Jen's heart skipped a beat as she understood the unspoken invitation. She felt a surge of anticipation as she slid out of the booth, her legs trembling slightly beneath her. The diner's noises faded into the background as Wendy led the way, her hips swaying with a confident rhythm. The storage room was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of supplies and something else—anticipation.

As they slipped into the dimly lit storage room, the air was charged with anticipation. Without a word, Jen reached out, her fingers tracing the curve of Wendy's breast before gently pinching her nipple through the fabric of her shirt. Wendy gasped softly, her hands mirroring Jen's actions, cupping her breasts and squeezing them firmly. The room was quiet except for the sound of their ragged breathing. Jen's hand slid down, her fingers slipping under Wendy's skirt and into her panties, where she found her pussy already wet and ready. Wendy moaned as Jen's fingers began to circle her clit, the sensation sending shivers down her spine. In response, Wendy's hand delved into Jen's jeans, her fingers parting Jen's lips and sliding deep into her pussy. The girls moved in sync, their fingers exploring each other's bodies with a practiced ease. The room was filled with the sounds of their pleasure, their bodies pressed together as they sought to satisfy the desire that had been building since their conversation.

As their fingers danced across each other's bodies, the tension between them grew thicker than the air in the dimly lit storage room. Jen's breath hitched as Wendy's fingers found her G-spot, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Meanwhile, Jen's relentless circles around Wendy's clit pushed her closer to the edge. Their eyes locked, the connection between them electric.

As their fingers danced across each other's bodies, the tension between them grew thicker than the air in the dimly lit storage room. Jen's breath hitched as Wendy's fingers found her G-spot, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Meanwhile, Jen's relentless circles around Wendy's clit pushed her closer to the edge. Their eyes locked, the connection between them electric. The room seemed to shrink, leaving only the two of them, lost in the heat of the moment. Jen's lips parted, a soft moan escaping as Wendy's touch grew more insistent.

As their fingers moved in perfect sync, the room seemed to dissolve around them, leaving only the undeniable pull of their desire. Jen's moan grew louder, her hips pressing against Wendy's hand as she felt herself teetering on the edge. Wendy's breath was hot against her ear, her whispers urging her closer.

As Jen's moans reached a fever pitch, Wendy's whispers turned into urgent breaths, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. With one final, deep stroke, Jen felt herself plummet over the edge, her orgasm crashing through her like a tidal wave. Simultaneously, Wendy's body tensed, her fingers trembling as Jen's relentless touch pushed her over as well.

As the waves of their shared climax subsided, Jen and Wendy lay entwined, their breaths intertwining in the heavy silence. The dim glow of the storage room seemed to soften, wrapping them in a warm, intimate cocoon. Jen's fingers, still trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure, gently brushed strands of hair from Wendy's face. Their eyes met, and the connection was palpable, a silent understanding that this moment had shifted something between them. Wendy's lips curved into a soft smile, and she leaned in, her mouth brushing against Jen's in a tender, lingering kiss.

As they slowly disentangled themselves, the cool air of the storage room greeted their flushed skin, a stark contrast to the warmth they had shared. With quiet efficiency, they straightened their clothes, the rustle of fabric and the faint clasp of a zipper echoing softly. Jen smoothed her hair, her fingers trembling slightly, while Wendy adjusted her blouse, their eyes meeting in brief, charged glances. The diner's distant hum—a muffled clatter of dishes and the low murmur of conversation—called them back to reality. They slipped out into the brighter, busier space, the fluorescent lights overhead seeming harsh after the dim intimacy they'd left behind.