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  “That’s fucking great,” moaned Dakota, her hips gently thrusting up and down against Emily’s fingers while Emily eagerly and audibly slurped her lips and tongue against Dakota’s aching womanhood. Dakota ran a hand over her own clothed breast, soothingly massaging herself through her tunic shirt.

  Emily could feel Dakota’s pussy growing wetter so she sped up her penetrative motions, her fingers easily gliding in and out of Dakota. The base of her fingers was becoming creamed with Dakota’s viscous lubricant, the wetness glimmering on her fingers as she breached between Dakota’s puffy and wanting labia. Dakota’s breath was obviously quickening, her chest heaving up and down, and with each outbreath she released a low moan to indicate her mounting arousal.

  Dakota felt like she was levitating, everything she had been dreaming about was coming true and it was just as she had imagined. As she meditated on her fantasies being made real, her arousal increased tenfold and she started quickly pushing her hips back and forth, getting further into Emily’s fingering, and she felt her limbs tingling. She sat up slightly, bent at the waist, and placed her hands atop Emily’s head as she continued to suckle at Dakota’s clit.

  “Oh God,” moaned Dakota. She lightly held Emily’s head and watched her as she licked and finger-fucked.

  Just then her body started to jerk forward, her limbs prickly with sudden numbness and shuddering instinctively. Dakota felt herself coming hard, the sensitivity in her pussy leaping off the scale. The emotions welled up inside of her and she started to softly cry happy tears as moan after moan soared from her mouth.

  Emily pulled her lips back from Dakota’s clit but increased the speed of her fingering, assisting Dakota through her powerful orgasmic flight. Her fingering and Dakota’s drenched pussy made soft slapping sounds as Emily penetrated.

  “Augh!” Dakota called out, squinting her eyes shut tight and toppling over on her side, her pussy gripping firmly to Emily’s fingers. Emily unhurriedly removed her fingers from Dakota’s tightness and gave her wet and tender pussy a couple of easy pets, running her hand over Dakota’s furry mound and down her slit.

  “Did you like that?” asked Emily devilishly, already knowing Dakota’s answer.

  “Yes,” admitted Dakota, nodding her head quickly. “Oh God, yes.”

  “I bet you’re glad you texted me today,” said Emily, laughing and rubbing her hand over Dakota’s bare thigh.

  “Definitely,” sighed Dakota. She smiled contentedly, her braces with their teal bands showing between her spread lips. Nuzzling her face into the couch, Dakota felt dazed and happy, her mind foggy yet slowly coming back to reality. She felt orgasm aftershocks every so often and each one caused her to delicately kick her foot out.

  “Good,” said Emily. She stood up from the couch now, standing between the couch and the coffee table. Reaching down, Emily picked up her wine glass and took a sip from it. She sighed happily, looking down at Dakota’s nude lower half, her skirt still pulled up over her hips.

  “Mmm,” Dakota exhaled long and slow. She gradually opened her eyes and looked up to Emily standing above her.

  “You are so cute,” said Emily, swishing her wine around in the glass. “Next I’ll teach you how to do me. How does that sound?”

  Dakota nodded fervently.

  “Good,” said Emily. “My cute little braceface girlfriend. I think we’re going to have a lot of fun together.”

  LILY’S KINKY CABIN AFFAIR

  Lily dangled her bare legs off the side of the dock, her feet just touching the lake water below. It was a cool summer day, not too hot and humid and not unseasonably chilly. Minnesota is well known for having days of perfection in the summer and this was indeed one of those days. Pontoon boats could be seen at a distance, skimming over the lake and filled with summer vacationers, a gaggle of kayaks drifted easily through the calmness of the lake, upset on occasion by the wake of a passing boat, and a speedboat stuffed with the goofs of some bachelor party flew by blasting rock music from mounted speakers.

  This was chilling out. This was what summer was all about.

  Just finished with their freshman year of college, Lily and her friend Shannon packed their bags into Lily’s old boxy 90s Volvo and drove from Chicago up to Minnesota to visit Shannon’s family’s cabin on Lake Ossawinnamakee. The two had met attending the School of the Art Institute of Chicago, an art school in the heart of Chicago, and easily became friends. Both girls were 18 years old, were studying visual arts and painting, and neither had lived in a big city before. They both also had a hippie vibe about them and bonded over their similar music tastes. It was an obvious connection.

  Lily smoothed her hands over her shoulder-length blonde hair and adjusted the elastic headband that ran across the middle of her forward to hold her hair in place. Kicking her feet in the water, she made little circles of waves as she relaxed on the dock, watching the amazing summer lake scene unfold in front of her.

  “Hey babe,” said Shannon, walking down the dock and holding two red plastic cups.

  “Yo,” said Lily, looking up and smiling at Shannon as she approached.

  “I thought you might like a drink,” said Shannon, handing one cup to Lily and then sitting down next to her.

  “What is it?” asked Lily, looking into the cup and swirling the liquid inside around lazily.

  “It’s one of those canned margarita things with some ice cubes in it,” said Shannon.

  “Excellent,” said Lily, now taking a sip.

  “Isn’t it beautiful out here?” said Shannon, sipping from her cup as well and scooting closer to Lily.

  “Dude,” said Lily enthusiastically. “This place is amazing. What an awesome lake.”

  “Yeah,” said Shannon. “I mean, the cabin is a little rustic but it’s insane up here. Lots of fun. We’ve got a canoe we can use sometime and we might even be able to hitch a ride on our neighbor’s pontoon,” she said, setting her cup down on the dock and easing back on her arms. Shannon wore short shorts and a white half tee that exposed her soft, flat stomach.

  “What’s that other little cabin over there by ours?” said Lily, pointing over to a small wooden shack just down the slope from the main cabin.

  “That?” said Shannon, looking over her shoulder. “Oh, that’s the sauna. It’s an old style wood-burning sauna.”

  “How does that even work?” said Lily.

  “There’s a little fireplace type thing on one side,” said Shannon. “You get a fire going, add some water to this other part, and it steams the room up. It’s great. Take a steam, then jump in the lake.”

  “Wow,” said Lily. “Can we do that?”

  “Of course!” said Shannon. “I know how to make it work.”

  The girls sat there on the dock in silence for a few moments, both with contented smiles on their faces, relaxing and enjoying the sudden slowness they were now privileged with, being up north here in Minnesota contrasted nicely against their usual busy city lives. A subtle shade hovered over where they sat on the dock and a cool breeze wafted up from the lake, cutting the summer heat perfectly and leaving behind the most temperate, impeccable weather.

  “I love you up here,” said Shannon absentmindedly, looking off into the lake.

  “What?” said Lily, caught off guard slightly and looking inquisitively at her friend.

  “I mean, I love it up here,” corrected Shannon, smiling sheepishly. “Sorry. I love it up here.”

  “All right,” giggled Lily nervously.

  Shannon looked over at Lily and smiled, peering at her friend longingly, her face belying her slip up in speech. Lily noticed Shannon looking at her, returned her friend’s smile, but the entire exchange made her feel a bit anxious and confused. This wasn’t the first time that Shannon had said something like that. Lily remembered other scenes in her head of Shannon acting a little goofy around her. Hugging her for what seemed like just a bit too long, kissing her on the lips when they greeted, holding her hand once as they walked through the art museum
.

  It all made Lily just feel a bit strange. Like she was being courted. Like Shannon was searching for something more from Lily. Sometimes, the way Shannon would operate, it made Lily feel as though Shannon was acting like a boy around her.

  Taking another sip of her drink, Lily pondered this thought further. While these varied instances made her feel a bit uncomfortable, she could admit that she certainly liked the attention of her friend. Since moving to Chicago, neither of them had had any meaningful relationship with a boy. There were some cool guys at school, but most of them were just weird. That’s art school for you. So it was nice hanging out with Shannon. Sometimes it was as though they were going on dates. Lily thought that to be unnerving, strange, and a bit awkward. Was she dating Shannon? Did Shannon think she was dating Lily?

  Maybe this was the time to address it, Lily thought. She really didn’t know what to think but they were great friends already and bringing this all up shouldn’t really affect their time together up here at the lake. Shannon was easy going. They could both brush the whole thing off if it suddenly got a little weird.

  “Yo Shannon,” said Lily, putting a smile on her face and building up the courage inside to broach the topic.

  “Yeah?” said Shannon, adjusting her position on the dock and sitting up. She took her cup in both hands and waited for Lily to continue.

  “Stop me if this is weird,” started Lily.

  “Okay,” said Shannon, a bit confused but interested.

  “Sometimes I feel something kinda odd between us,” said Lily. “I mean, the way you treat me sometimes.”

  “How do I treat you?” said Shannon.

  “I guess, I feel like… “ said Lily, trailing off and collecting her thoughts. “I feel like you treat me like you like me or something.”

  “I do like you,” said Shannon with a laugh.

  “No,” said Lily. “I mean, like you like me like me.”

  “Oh,” said Shannon, looking off into the lake slightly.

  “Like sometimes you reach out to hold my hand,” said Lily. “Or you kiss me in a certain way.”

  “Hmm,” mused Shannon.

  “I don’t mean to make our trip weird or anything,” said Lily. “It’s not weird. I’m just bringing it up to talk honestly about it.”

  “Okay,” said Shannon, moving her gaze back to Lily now. “Well, I guess I do like you. Like you like you.”

  “What?” said Lily, now surprised by what she had opened up.

  “Well,” started Shannon. “I mean, I like boys but I also feel like maybe I like you as well. I can’t explain it. It’s just how I feel.”

  “Wow,” said Lily. “I’m kinda blown away.”

  “I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this before,” said Shannon. “But you’re right. I think the way I’ve been acting around you is kinda like I like you.”

  Lily sat in stunned silence. What did she expect? Perhaps in bringing up this question with her friend, she had only considered that Shannon would deny it and they would continue their weekend as if nothing ever happened. But now Lily had to really think about this and the implications. She didn’t think anything would get weird but here she was starting to feel weird.

  “I’m sorry,” said Shannon, noticing a change in Lily’s face. “I didn’t mean to confuse you or anything.”

  “So are you a lesbian?” said Lily.

  “What?” said Shannon. “No, I’m not a lesbian. Well…” she said and then lost herself in thought.

  “If you like another girl,” said Lily. “I mean, that’s a lesbian. Right?”

  “Right,” said Shannon.

  “So you like me?” said Lily. “You have a thing for me?”

  “Yes,” said Shannon. “I suppose I do. You don’t hate me, do you?” she said with concern on her face.

  “No,” said Lily. “Of course not. I’m just trying to process this.”

  “How do you feel about me?” asked Shannon.

  “You’re, like, my best friend,” said Lily. “I love hanging out with you.”

  “So, maybe there’s something there,” said Shannon. “We’re up here at the cabin, on our own,” she said. “Maybe we could explore this.”

  “Maybe,” said Lily, feeling like her head was spinning. “I’m kinda confused.”

  “Me too,” said Shannon. “Look, why don’t we go back up to the cabin and refresh these drinks and we can just drop this conversation for now. I think it’s gonna take some thought.”

  “Okay,” said Lily.

  The girls stood up from where they sat on the dock, each with their red plastic cup in hand, and walked off from the lake and in the direction of the cabin, both rather shaken from the conversation they just had. As they walked, Lily pondered and pressed herself, her mind beginning to ease into the thought of seeing Shannon in a romantic way. It was scary at first, but she did consider Shannon a beautiful and sexy girl. Perhaps there was something to this, she thought.

  Lily pulled the last sip of margarita from her cup and walked behind Shannon up to the cabin.

  *

  “Okay,” said Shannon, shutting the door on the small wood-burning stove attached to the sauna. “I think we’re ready.”

  “What do we do now?” said Lily.

  “The fire’s going and it’s steaming up in there,” said Shannon. “Now we just take off our clothes and go in.”

  “Take off our clothes?” said Lily.

  “Yeah,” said Shannon. “If you go in there with clothes, you’re going to get totally soaked.”

  “All right,” said Lily with caution.

  Shannon kicked off her flip-flops and slid her shorts down her legs revealing a neon green thong underneath. She hung her shorts on a hook next to the sauna door. Lily watched intently as Shannon did this, noticing the curve of her ass as it became exposed. Shannon had a darker, olive colored skin tone, though her ass was a subtle shade lighter than the rest of her body.

  “What are you waiting for?” asked Shannon with a smile. She pulled her belly tee up over her head and hung that over her shorts, now standing in just her bra and knickers.

  “Nothing,” said Lily now, showing a nervous smile. She too took down her shorts and hung them on a hook, feeling slightly embarrassed standing there outside in nature in just her knickers.

  Shannon unhooked her bra and hung it up, releasing her breasts for Lily to see. They were ample and firm, the soft young flesh pert and jutting out from Shannon’s body. Catching Lily watching her, Shannon grinned impishly and then quickly slid her thong down her legs, now standing completely nude in front of her friend.

  “Hurry up and come in,” said Shannon, swiftly opening the door to the sauna and jumping in.

  Lily looked around, as if checking to see if she was being watched, and then she too removed the rest of her clothing and hung it up. She had a pale white body, slight and lithe, dotted on her shoulder and forearms with very light freckles. Covering her small breasts with her arm, she followed Shannon’s lead and entered the sauna.

  The sauna was a tiny room, with just a single bench on the far wall. Shannon sat on this bench, cross-legged and upright, watching Lily as she came through the door. Near the top of the sauna on either side was a rectangular window, open just slightly, to allow some steam to be released and light to be let in. Lily approached Shannon, still covering her chest with her arm and her other hand covering her bush. Shannon, on the other hand, was unashamed of her nudity as she sat. Lily could even faintly see Shannon’s pussy spread in her cross-legged sitting position.

  “Sit down,” said Shannon, patting the bench next to her. “Relax.”

  Lily obeyed and sat next to Shannon. Taking a deep breath, she put both her arms down to the side to expose her nudity in front of her friend.

  “Isn’t it nice in here?” said Shannon.

  “Steamy,” said Lily.

  “That’s the point,” laughed Shannon.

  “I know,” mused Lily. “Just saying.”

>   “You’ve got a very nice body,” said Shannon, admiring Lily now. “I really like your tiny tits.”

  “Really?” said Lily, looking down at herself. “I’ve always been self-conscious of them being so small.”

  “I think they’re perfect,” said Shannon, tilting her head to look at Lily’s chest. “You’ll never have to worry about gravity!” Both girls laughed and the mood lightened.

  “I suppose you’re right,” said Lily.

  “And you’ve got this one cute freckle on your left boob,” said Shannon. She reached out and touched the freckle on the side of Lily’s breast, just adjacent to her nipple. As Shannon touched her, Lily felt a wave of intensity run through her whole body, a strange sensation of coldness moving through her despite the hot humidity in the sauna room.

  “Thanks,” said Lily, not knowing what else to say. She looked at Shannon now, inspecting her nudity. Shannon’s chest was bigger than Lily’s, though not by much, and her skin was decidedly darker and tanner, the olive tones having changed slightly with help from the sun. Between Shannon’s legs Lily could see her neatly trimmed bush, cropped close to her skin and subtly shaped.

  “Do you want to touch my boob, too?” asked Shannon, straightening her back and sticking her chest out slightly.

  “What?” said Lily.

  “Go ahead,” said Shannon. “I don’t have any freckles though.” She laughed and shook her chest back and forth once.

  Lily looked at Shannon’s chest, presented for her, and she couldn’t help but accept the invitation. She reached her hand out and touched a finger to Shannon’s nipple, letting her fingertip linger for a long moment.

  “It’s pretty hot in here,” said Lily, wiping sweat from her brow.

  “Lily, let’s just mess around this weekend,” said Shannon, beginning to open up to her friend. “I know it’s crazy or whatever but nobody has to know. It’s just between us.”

  “What do you mean?” said Lily.

  “You’re, like, my best friend now,” said Shannon. “I’m so glad we met at school. But I also feel, you know, attracted to you. You’re really sexy.”