Foolish Wisdom
3 Girlfriends
TUESDAY MORNING after breakfast, Doreen told me to get a shower and dress nicely. She took me to the rental shop to make sure my tux fit and that I had everything I needed. She took me to lunch, too. We had a lot of fun and I really felt kind of grown up being out with her. When we got back to the house, she handed me an envelope.
“What’s this?”
“I don’t know. I was contacted yesterday and asked to deliver this to you at precisely one o’clock this afternoon. I’ve kept you out until that time and assume that you can handle the rest yourself. Now go put your tux away and read your letter. I’m staying at home tonight. I’ve had about all I can take of those three sorority sisters. Oh. And by the way, I put your magazines and pictures in your underwear drawer. I really didn’t think you wanted them poking around in them.” The magazines and pictures of Heaven. They’d been on my desk.
“Thank you, Doreen,” I said. “You’re a real friend.”
“Does your pretend girlfriend get a kiss?” Yeah. She sure did.
It was a map. Specifically, it was a treasure map. I smiled. How sweet that Cassie was going to be my playdate this afternoon. And that she thought of this. The only problem was that there was a spot on the map marked start and one marked with an X, but there were no landmarks to find the start point. When I made my first map for Cassie, I told her to line up the mailbox and windsock and stand between two trees to start the search. Then when we did additional treasure searches, they started from the oak that I’d always considered “our tree.” Of course! That had to be the start point for my search for Cassie. The map was kind of difficult to follow and included things like “take ten giant steps toward the fence-post then turn left and look for the big Y.” This could take me all afternoon.
I changed into my jeans and a T-shirt and ran to the woods. I didn’t stop until I’d reached the oak, and then I wasn’t sure I got it right until I spotted her first landmark. I thought it was absurd when I got to the instruction to lie on my belly and crawl under the fallen tree. I figured she must have hidden something on the ground that I couldn’t see unless I was down there. I crawled under and felt the tree move. It scared me half to death and I scrambled through to the other side. I turned to see if the tree was falling and Hannah jumped down on me from the trunk. I knew she hadn’t been there when I got down on my stomach, so she must have used that as her opportunity to run onto the log. We rolled around on the ground sort of wrestling and then she started tickling me and I went crazy. I’ve always been really ticklish and I was helpless against her when she started.
“Stop! Stop! Please! I surrender!” She pulled her hands away but held them threateningly over me so I didn’t dare move. I didn’t really want to move because the position we ended up in had her straddling me and sitting right on my cock. It started to grow almost instantly.
“The winner and new champeen!” she crowed, shaking her hands together, which sent pleasant vibrations right down to where she was sitting.
“I did not expect you!” I laughed.
“Oh, really? I suppose you were expecting my sister. Or maybe a wood nymph to satisfy your craven lusts,” she said. She wiggled against me and I knew she could feel me getting hard.
“Um… maybe we should… uh… change positions a little. I mean…”
“Hmmph. I’m not stupid, Brian. I know what’s happening. I told you before, I don’t mind when it happens. You’re a boy and you can’t help yourself.”
“But, I don’t like to force myself on you, Honey.”
“Who’s on top?”
“You are.”
“Brian, may I have your explicit permission to kiss my boyfriend?” It was just a year ago that kissing had caused our break-up. I didn’t know what she had in mind, but the pulse of my cock was probably all the answer she needed.
“Yes,” I croaked. Hannah laid herself down on top of me, not pulling away from our middles at all. Then she kissed me. I was just letting her set the pace, figuring it would just be a little peck, but I couldn’t help but put my arms gently around her. It was a little peck at first, but she came back for a little longer kiss. Then I felt her tongue touch my lips and tease them apart. I dared to touch just the tip of her tongue with mine and she didn’t retreat. I can’t say that we went any deeper than that, but we teased at each other’s tongues for a couple minutes and she rocked against my cock a couple times. Then she sat up and my body ached for the feel of her breasts pressed against my chest again.
“It’s not quite so icky anymore,” she whispered. “Not quite.” She rocked against my cock a couple more times and I caught my breath, not knowing what to say. “I’d better let you up. The afternoon has hardly begun and I don’t want you to have to run home to change clothes.” She rolled off and lay down beside me on the ground. I still had my arm around her. “My head still knows a lot more than my body does,” she said. “I guess my hormones are just slow-acting ones. Tiny time-pills. I’m not ready for making out and doing all the sexy stuff that I know the other girls—well, most of them—like. But I’ve always liked it when you put your arm around me because I feel like we’re buddies. And when we go out on a date this year, I’d be okay with you asking for a kiss when you take me home. You know. Just a little like we just did. I’ll get better at it.”
“Do you want to go back to being my exclusive girlfriend, Hannah? I don’t need to do stuff with anyone else.”
“That would break their hearts. No, Brian. I don’t know if I’ll ever be that ready. Let’s just have fun and enjoy all our girlfriends and boyfriends. Uh… but please don’t tell any of the other boys that we kiss, okay? It’s okay with you and with…” she cut herself off and looked at me. I raised an eyebrow. “All right. It’s okay with you and with Samantha.” She looked around and then leaned in to whisper in my ear. “And with my sister. She’s teaching me, but I don’t think she knows a lot more than I do. You need to help her.”
I wasn’t sure what I could help with, but the image of Hannah and Sarah kissing did something to my heartbeat. I was used to Courtney and Jennifer kissing. It didn’t surprise me much that Hannah kissed Samantha—not since our weekend all together at the dude ranch last summer. But her sister. Wow!
“I don’t think any of the other girls like to kiss girls,” Hannah said. “Except Courtney and Jennifer, but they are so far away. But Samantha and Sarah just give me little kisses and I really love them.” I wasn’t sure if she meant she really loved the kisses or she really loved Samantha and Sarah. Maybe that was really why Hannah didn’t get turned on kissing a boy… er, me. But that reminded me that I hadn’t called anyone this morning.
“Honey, I got a job for the summer,” I said. “Speaking of Courtney and Jennifer, I guess I’ll be seeing them a lot.”
“Did you get the cooking internship with Courtney’s parents?” she asked excitedly.
“Yeah. How did you know? Oh. I forgot they told everyone at graduation.”
“Well, not exactly. They were more like asking all of us if we’d mind if they kidnapped you for the summer. Then they got around to the internship. That’s so cool.”
I told Hannah all about the test meal the night before and how panicked I was that they wouldn’t like it. We lay there and talked for about half an hour and then Hannah got up and offered me a hand up as well.
“My time is up,” she said. “Here. This is your next treasure map. Knock-knock.”
“Who’s there?”
“Timmy, Jimmy, and Joe.”
“Timmy, Jimmy, and Joe Who?”
“Timmy you love me. Jimmy a little kiss. And Joe home.”
“I do love you, Hannah.”
“I know. It makes me feel good.” I hugged her and lightly kissed her lips.
“Now I guess I have to go home, huh? What are you doing?”
“Oh, I have places to be. And you don’t really have to go home. The next map starts right here.” She giggled and jumped over the fallen tree and ran away.
It took me a good ten minutes to follow the directions that were on the next “map.” I guess, properly, you couldn’t call it a map because it was just words and no pictures. The envelope included a compass and I had to look at it to be sure I pointed myself in the right direction. I just hoped I was following the instructions correctly. I was sure I’d messed up when I saw the same fallen tree lying ahead of me with Hannah sitting on it. Well, either I hadn’t followed the directions correctly or I was supposed to spend more time with her. When I got up next to her, though, I realized it wasn’t Hannah. It was her older sister, Sarah.
“Wow! How did you get here?”
“Magical transformation,” Sarah laughed. “You were gone long enough that we had lots of time to make the switch. I even got a little nap in.” She stood up and approached me. “May I hug and kiss my boyfriend?” she asked.
“I’d be delighted,” I said, opening my arms. I won’t say it was a passionate kiss, but it was open and more than just friendly. We held hands and began wandering through the woods kind of aimlessly. You can get turned around and end up someplace you didn’t intend, but you really can’t get lost in our woods. For all that it’s over half a mile long, it’s only about two or three hundred yards wide. You can always figure out where you are.
“My sister, little fixit that she is, says that I should kiss you more often.”
“Why’s that?”
“She says I’m not that good and you’ll teach me to kiss better.” We laughed and I pulled her to a stop.
“May I kiss my girlfriend?” I asked. She whispered her assent and melted into my arms. She was so sweet. Lips like I always knew she’d have and a tongue that responded to me and sought mine out. This was what I loved… I realized what I was thinking and pulled away from Sarah. She looked up at me with those piercing green eyes that were so like her sister’s. “Sarah, I… uh… have to confess something to you.”
“What is it, Brian?” she asked softly.
“When we kiss… well not every time, but sometimes… I realize I’m thinking about—maybe even imagining—Hannah. Please don’t be angry. It just happens sometimes because you are so much alike and I don’t really want to cheat you by thinking of someone else when I’m kissing you, even if it is your sister.”
“Mmm. I see. Well, I guess that evens things out.”
“How?”
“When I kiss her, I sort of imagine that it’s you.” We laughed a little at how absurd either statement was. “What do you think of when we kiss if it’s not about Hannah?”
“Oh. Um. Well. I… uh… sort of think about prom night.”
“It was fun.”
“Yeah, but I think of after the prom when we fell asleep on the couch. I sort of looked at you.”
“Do you have any idea how much I practiced making that top slide down?”
“You really did it on purpose?”
“I really wanted to do something daring and sexy that night, but I was so scared. I knew, though, that if you promised you wouldn’t touch me sexually that you wouldn’t. No other boy has ever seen my breasts. Do you really think of that when we kiss?”
“Yeah.”
“Brian, would you kiss me again and… touch my breasts a little? I’m a little scared, but I would really… like it?” I couldn’t answer that with words. I kissed Sarah and let my hand gradually caress her side until it was just below her left breast. Her breathing sped up as we continued to kiss and her tongue became more active. I continued up and cupped her breast in my hand, squeezing it just a little. And if I imagined it was Hannah’s breast for a moment? Who was going to tell?
Sarah took the compass, which was actually hers, in order to find her way out of the woods. Just before she left me, she handed me a new envelope and said, “I hope you can find your way back to that fallen tree because that’s where the clues in this map start.” Oh, crap! I got my bearings, returned to the oak that I could always find and followed my first map back to the fallen tree. Then I opened the second envelope. It was a detailed map and was so easy to follow that there might as well have been a yellow brick road and a checkered flag at the end. I entered the little clearing where I’d ridden with Elaine on May Day. I half expected her to be there waiting for me, but the clearing was empty. I walked to the middle of the clearing and started to look around me. I heard a rustle and quickly turned to find Samantha facing me.
“Hi, lover,” she said. “Kiss me?” Ah. Samantha of the smoothest, sexiest skin known to mankind. She was almost like a cat rubbing on and around me as we kissed, trying to mold every part of her body to mine. And after both Hannah and Sarah, some parts were hard… to mold around.
“Sam, so sweet. So sexy,” I whispered.
“So available,” she said. “Touch me any way you want outside my clothes.” She was wearing jeans and her chambray shirt and it was obvious she had a bra on, too. But I still let my hands roam all over her body and she rubbed herself against my hard cock until I thought I would explode. We ended up on the ground and she pointed at a rolled-up blanket lying where I’d initially found her. We spread it out and lay down together, continuing our explorations. At last she pushed away from me. “Brian, your next map is hidden on my body. I give you explicit permission to search me inside and outside my clothing and touch me in any way that the agreement allows. I’m not sixteen yet.” I checked the pocket of her shirt, pushing gently against her breast, but the map wasn’t in the pocket. I took off her hat and looked inside it, then ran my fingers through her thick black hair. She closed her eyes and practically purred. I was pretty sure that the map was probably hidden in her bra. Why else would she be wearing one? I couldn’t help but think of when we rode out in the woods on Rika behind Hannah on Silk and Sam gave me full access to her naked breasts. So, of course, I started with her boots.
Her boots, once off her feet were empty. So were her socks. I took the opportunity to massage her feet for a while and she moaned her appreciation. I pushed my hands into her hip pockets and squeezed her ass, then managed to barely wedge my hand into the front pocket of her jeans. They were all empty.
“May I remove your shirt so I can check inside?” I asked.
“You can remove anything you need to.” I unsnapped her shirt, not ripping it open, but popping one snap at a time. I pulled it off her and, just in case I’d missed something, searched the shirt again. Nothing. The bra didn’t seem to be all that substantial, but I reached around the back to unfasten it. “It fastens in the front,” she whispered. “For convenience.”
“Whose convenience?” I chuckled.
“Just now, for yours.” I found the front clasp and released her beautiful breasts. They weren’t as big as Brenda’s or Rose’s, but they were still substantial and crowned by dark brown areolae and nipples that seemed to pop up at the tip as the cool air hit them. I didn’t bother to search the bra until I’d carefully searched her boobs with both my fingers and my mouth. Sam was moaning but I didn’t find the map. I figured it must be somewhere in her pants, so I looked at her for permission as I took hold of the button on her jeans. I looked up at her face and she nodded. I unfastened and unzipped her. She raised her bottom and I slid her jeans down her legs a little at a time. They were so tight I had to work at getting them off of her.
She had a plain pair of nylon panties on and there was a huge wet spot in the crotch. I searched the jeans to no avail and then looked back at her lying on the blanket in nothing but her panties and her neckerchief. Oh man! I’d undressed her and failed to look in the most obvious place. I reached for the bandanna and carefully untied it. I figured the map must either be stitched to it or maybe even drawn on it, but there was nothing there. Looked at the nearly naked girl lying in front of me.
“I can’t seem to find the map,” I said.
“There’s still one place left to look,” she answered. “But take your time. I feel like you haven’t really examined my soft, silky, smooth legs with, like, your lips or tongue or anything.”
I was going to a whole new level with Samantha. I’d tried to be coy with her up to this point, even though I’d sucked her nipples and kissed her tummy. I’d let my hands fondle her ass and her legs. But if she wanted me to examine her with my lips and my tongue, the time had come. I kissed her feet and her calves and then did a thorough job of kissing her incredible silky thighs. I worked my way higher and higher until I’d kissed all around the edge of her panties. They were pulled tight against her pussy and with as wet as they were, they were almost transparent. I looked up at her face.
“The agreement just says there has to be a layer of clothing between us,” she whispered. As hard as she was breathing, it was almost a rasp. “Please? Please go on?” I licked up the inside of her thigh right to the elastic on her panties and licked the other thigh the same way. Samantha was whimpering. I’d never done it before, but the smell was intoxicating. I lowered my face and licked her pussy through the fabric. The nylon made it a little rough on my tongue, but I was tasting Samantha’s juices. I let my tongue push the fabric between her lips and against her clit and she went ballistic. She was coming and I was tasting her—tasting the juices right out of her smoothly depilated pussy. When I looked again, after she’d released my head from the thigh lock she put it in, I saw the fabric tucked right up inside her crack and juices glistening on her labia. I wasn’t certain if those were her juices or if I’d violated the agreement a little. “You’d… better… look inside for… the map,” she gasped. I took a deep breath to steady myself and pulled her panties down. A slip of soggy paper fell out of the back of her panties. It must have been wedged into her crack. I didn’t really notice. I was looking up close and personal at Samantha’s pussy. Once I pulled her panties off, her pussy opened wide so I could continue to see her juices flowing out of her. “You’ll be sixteen in October,” she said. “I’ll be sixteen in February. Sometime soon after that, I’d like you to take an even closer look at what you are seeing now.” Closer? There was only one way I could get my face closer than what it had just been. I was thinking that Samantha might be my Valentine’s date this year.
I held up the slip of paper and we laughed.
“I hope the ink didn’t run,” she said. “And I’m glad you don’t have to give that to anyone.” I started to unfold the map but Samantha put a hand on mine and asked me to wait a minute. She looked down at my cock, straining against my jeans. “Brian? May I have permission to do for you what you just did for me?” I pulled her to me, totally blinded by lust. I kissed her deeply, caressing her naked breasts and ass, her incredibly smooth skin pressed against me.
“Yes, Samantha. If you think… If you aren’t too grossed out by it… I’d love it.”
“Lie back and relax.” I lay back and Samantha pulled my jeans down leaving my cock barely covered by my briefs. She opened my shirt and rubbed my bare chest, first with her hands and then with her bare breasts. Then she kissed her way down my chest and stomach until she was hovering over my erection. It was poking at the fabric and she covered the tip with her mouth and squeezed rhythmically with her lips against my cockhead. My semen hit the fabric and was almost forced back down my cock. Samantha sucked the moisture right through the fabric. I didn’t know how much of what could get through my cotton briefs, but whatever managed went straight into Samantha’s mouth. When I finished spasming, I could feel that there was still a lot that had pooled around my cock and in my hair. Samantha kissed her way back up my body to my lips and showered me in kisses. She pushed away. “Eight months,” she whispered. “You’d better look at your map now. I’ve gone over my time limit.”
There was no map. It was three simple instructions. “Go to barn. Saddle horse. Pick me up at our tree.”
I had to grin. This time it could only be Cassie. I guessed I was thankful to Samantha all over again for taking the edge off before I went to meet Cassie. Maybe that was her intention. I knew for a fact there was going to be no sex play with the girl I used to meet in the woods to go on treasure hunts. She was standing under the oak when I rode up on Rika. I lifted her up into the saddle and swung on behind her.
“Did you have a fun day?” she asked. I chuckled. Oh yeah!
“It was a great day. Was this all your idea?”
“Mostly. I picked who would make maps except Whitney already left for basketball camp and Hannah said I should have Samantha come. We spent all afternoon yesterday out in the woods helping each other with the maps, but I don’t know what any of them did with their hour. I suppose you did a lot of making out. Well, maybe not with Hannah. Or Sarah. Well, I’m pretty sure you made out with Samantha. She is way over the top in love with you.” Samantha? Really? “I shouldn’t have said that. I’m sorry if I’m not as much fun as the others, but I thought about when you rescued me in the woods and took me home to Daddy a few months ago and wanted to go riding with you. This is nice and I like having your arms around me while you steer.” She was a regular chatterbox as we went through the woods and she talked about her plans for the summer and I told her about Kokomo and what I’d be doing. Eventually, we got to the break in the woods opposite the airstrip from her house. “Go around that way. Daddy will throw a fit if you ride across his runway, and his office is down on that end where he can see out.” She pointed opposite the way that she directed me to ride and I figured that this way we’d be coming in on the blind side. She stopped me at the end of the runway where the house was fully between us and her father’s office. “Help me turn side-saddle,” she said. She swung her right leg forward over Rika’ neck. That caused a moment of embarrassed fumbling as I had to pass the reins from my left hand to my right hand between her legs. Finally, she managed to twist around and get far enough up on my lap that she wasn’t sitting on the horn.
“Whew! That was exciting!” I laughed.
“Yeah. Remind me of that again in a few months, okay? Um… may I have permission to kiss my boyfriend?” she asked. I hadn’t kissed Cassie since that one special kiss at Regionals. I leaned in to her and she wrapped both arms around my neck and opened herself to a deep and loving kiss. I held her in my arms and loved her lips and her tongue. She hugged me fiercely and then asked me to help her down off the horse. She just hung onto my arm as I swung her out and lowered her. She looked up at me. “I’ll walk from here. I just want a few minutes to think about the fact that even though I hurt you when we were little, you still like me enough to be my boyfriend. That makes me tingly inside. ’Night.” She turned and walked slowly toward her house. I reined Rika toward the woods and we trotted.
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