They have an encounter before they get there.

The girls walked down the path towards the chicken run, their hands brushing against each other as they walked. Belinda's nipples were stiff under her shift and she could see that Cassie's were too. She wondered if her own skin was as flushed as her friends, and she blushed deeper and the warm wet feeling between her legs.

Cassie was biting her lip, wanting to hold her friend again, wanting to quench the fire that was kindling in her loins. After their chores, she thought, smothering a needy whimper. After their chores maybe they could go to their room....and...and explore each other again...and she could taste Belinda, and smother her with her own wet folds....

The two girls were so lost in their own thoughts that they were taken by surprise by the sounds of a male voice wishing them good morning. They looked up to see Liam, the man building the cider press, talking to a young man who bore him a close resemblance.

"Good Morning," Cassie replied, recovering her wits more quickly than Belinda, who murmured her own greeting an moment later.

"This is my son Patrick, he's come to lend a hand for the day," Liam gestured to his son who gave the girls an appraising nod and a smile.

"Good Morning Sisters," he said, his accent lilting in his voice.

"Um...we're not nuns, we're students," Cassie said with a smile, letting her eyes flirt with the handsome young man.

"So much the better," Patrick said with a teasing laugh. "The more students in the world, the better the place is." Belinda felt herself blush as the men looked at her, conscious of her stiff nipples and imagining them to be glaringly obvious.

"We'd best get to our chores," she murmured. "Come on Cassie, or we'll be late." She took her friend's arm and turned down the path again, giving the men a wave goodbye.

They hadn't gone four steps when Cassie stopped suddenly with a squeak.

"I've been stung!" she cried, rubbing her thigh. Before Belinda knew what was happening Cassie had pulled her shift up to look at the sting, exposing most of her creamy young thigh. She giggled as she bent to look at it, holding her skirt up as she rubbed her flesh. Belinda was suddenly aware of three things; firstly that Cassie hadn't been stung at all, secondly that Liam and Patrick were watching her friend's display of her pretty legs, and thirdly that she felt her own pussy flowing with moisture.

The knowledge made her impish and daring, and with a soft giggle she bent over as if took at Cassie's injury, holding the front of her own shift to pull it tight over her own round rump and giving the men another display of teen flesh.

"You're so bad," she whispered to Cassie as she pretended to look at the imaginary sting.

"You should talk," Cassie giggled, "Wriggling your ass at them! They're staring so hard at us."

"Mmmmm….I know...it's so...so hot..."

"Come on, we've teased them enough...If I keep this up I'll be stripping for them..." Cassie gasped, straightening up and pushing her shift down to her knees. She gave a quick glance and wave at the two men, then took her friends arm and went on towards the chicken run.