The touch of another

It was a weekend and just over a week since the three friends had made their pact of silence. Stacy was traipsing her way through the morning sun, sliding through back alleys and gradually learned shortcuts. Heading straight for that haven they had carved out for themselves amongst all this suburban squalor. She was even wearing a dress, for once, much to the surprise of her parents. A light summer thing, dashed all with the reds and yellows of fall. She was nothing if not a creature of the forest at heart, though one with a particular skip in her step this fine summer morning.

Over the course of the last week they had indeed tried kissing, to soothe Mark’s inner Romeo. They had also inevitably given in to several more sessions of united masturbation, after which the boys had dutifully cleaned up with home-brought tissues. Although, it had to be said none of these had been QUITE so intense as their first one. Stacy had started finding herself daydreaming back to those precious few moments: rolling around in a shower of their climaxes, with alarming regularity. She had started trying to put on a bit more of a show for them, spreading her legs wide and really presenting a view into what her busy fingers were achieving. She'd even let them each have a chance to properly play around with her tits. Lying back in their downtime while one or the other squeezed and teased at those soft, tender mounds. She had to admit it felt wonderful to just let them loose upon her heightened nerves, while below she'd return to dipping a few slender fingers into her own dripping crevice.

But today was something special. Today, it had been decided, they would all try taking a more active role in each other's pleasures. Stacy’s heart beat just at the very thought of it. She had hardly been able to sleep the night before and had jumped out of bed almost as soon as the sun kissed it. Yet when she arrived at the well known fence-jump she was not surprised at all to see Mark already waiting, just inside their private sanctuary.

She greeted him straight with a kiss. A great tongue-tying wrestle between them which only ended when they both broke away panting. They both thought they'd got quite good at that, though some would argue that James Bond or other such suave movie stars never ended up with QUITE so much of the other person's saliva dribbling down their chin. Then they both cast aside all clothing, quite comfortable to be stark naked in each other's presence by now. They sat together while waiting for Pete. Mark’s arms tucked under her armpits as he casually massaged her breasts. Stacy felt his erection resting hot against her back, twitching ever so slightly on occasion, as if with stray drifts of his thoughts. She tried to imagine what it might feel like to hold such a thing in her hand. To slide it across her tongue. To feel it thrusting up into… other places. She felt her own cheeks begin to burn and had to quickly stop thinking about such things.

Soon enough the third member of their little club arrived, whistling while he walked. He too received a sloppy mouthful of Stacy in welcome, pulling her naked body close against his still clothed one. Then they were all assembled, bristling with anticipation over this next stage in their explorations… but unsure quite how to start. Their sole female cracked first, sat between them both with her knees opened wide, she reached out tentatively with one hand, then the other. Ever so slightly quivering, her fingers nevertheless slipped fluidly towards their marks, sliding round and then grabbing hold. It was all done very quickly and smoothly, as if in fear of the heavens opening to stop it. But they did not and suddenly the girl found herself with two whole handfuls of warm flesh, looking expectantly at their owners. Which left them very little choice at all. Two answering hands slid their ways up her inner thigh, to end up resting against the pink gates that guarded her. Those pink folds trembled at such an approach, already beginning to moisten themselves in anticipation. Strangers were at their door, yet they were more than inclined to invite them in.