Lynda had guessed right, she realized to her satisfaction. And it suddenly seemed highly possible that Dana, and maybe Claire as well, had more than just a passing interest in the subject of girl love. She was amazed that she hadn't thought of it earlier. But since she hadn't, she decided she'd play dumb and see if the two white girls were just acting big and showing off – or whether they meant business about it.
"Oh, girls that fool around with other girls? Sure, I know about girls like that. I mean I've heard about them – I've never done any thing with them," Lynda replied.
Claire and Dana exchanged quick, nervous glances. Dana bent forward toward the pretty black girl.
"Would you be afraid to?" she asked. "If another girl wanted to do thing to you under your clothes and let you feel her up and fool around some at the same time, would you be scared to do it?"
Claire chimed in. "Yeah, would you let another girl see what you got under your bra and inside your panties if she'd show you the same thing?"
Lynda was sure of it now. Both Claire and Dana must like other girls just as Miss Kressler had taught her to do. But she had the edge on them. They didn't know she was that way – but she did know that they were. Why not have a little fun? She regarded the two white girls from under lowered lashes and finally a slow grin appeared on her face. "I wouldn't be scared to, no. But it'd be impossible for me to do what you said," Lynda answered.
Both Dana and Claire cried out. "Impossible? How could it be impossible? For all you know, one of us might like stuff like that. You mean chicken, don't you, instead of impossible? You're chicken to do anything like that, aren't you?"
"No, I ain't lying. And I ain't chicken, either. I wouldn't be a bit afraid to let another girl fool around some with me if she wanted to. But the reason it'd be impossible for me to let anybody see what I got under my bra is because I'm not wearing one. Now isn't that right? If a girl don't have no bra on, then how is she going to show what she I got underneath it, huh?" asked Lynda, smiling brightly.
Dana and Claire looked at each other and smiled. They could both hardly wait to proceed.
"If that's all that's wrong," giggled Dana, "then I'll double dare you to let me undress you some… at least a little way… and show you how a girl can make another girl feel good. Okay?"
"Really?" asked Lynda, pretending awe. "You will? Well, okay then, go ahead if you want to. But remember, I don't know anything about any of that stuff. So don't expect me to know how to act."
"If you're going to, then I will too," put in Claire. "Okay? Not that I know much about it either. But I'm not afraid to fool around a little and see what happens."
"Okay by me," said Lynda.
"Sure," said Dana, "you can be in on it too."
And the quick smile Dana shot her told Claire that she knew very well how "much she knew about it", from the night when Dana had crawled into bed with her. It was Dana who had taught her everything she knew about girl love, in fact.
"Wait, though," interjected Lynda. "Can't we be seen here where we are? I mean, if I have to take some of my clothes off and all… and if you girls get undressed any… somebody might happen to see us here, don't you think?"
But Dana was emphatic. "No, don't worry about that at all. There's only one spot anybody could possibly see us from and that's right at the corner of the dorm cabin. Claire and I can take turns watching for anybody that might happen by."
Claire added, "And we'll also be taking turns with something else, right?"
Dana smiled. "Well, sort of, if you want to think of it like that I guess you could say we'll be taking turns with Lynda."
Then Lynda surprised them by suggesting, "Oh, yeah? How do you know you both might not even like it, instead of just playing around about it. If that happened you might both want to be doing it at the same time. Then there wouldn't be anybody to watch for people."
Dana and Claire were genuinely surprised that Lynda would suggest such a thing without having any experience at it. They did a double-take and then Dana passed it off by simply saying not to worry about it, that it wouldn't happen. But she couldn't resist needling Lynda a little. "By the way, just what is it you think both Claire and I might want to do anyway? If you've never done anything like this, how do you know what it'll be like?" she asked.
But Lynda was now more sure of herself and the question failed to unbalance her. "Oh, I don't know what it'll be like," she replied. "It just seems like if two people liked to do something enough, they could both do it at the same time. That's all. You'll have to show me what it's really like. Remember – you two gonna be the teachers. I'm going to just be the pupil."
Dana nodded agreement. "I'm a year older than you so I guess it's fair for me to teach you, but Claire's a year younger than you. Maybe you ought to be her teacher."
But Claire disagreed. "No, that doesn't make any difference," she said. "I volunteered first after you dared Lynda to do it with us, so age doesn't make any difference. Besides, I look as old as Lynda almost. Don't you think? Look at my tits. Aren't they about as big as Lynda's? And I'm definitely as tall as she is."
Lynda said, "Yours look about as big as mine to me. Of course, I can't really tell with your blouse over them."
Again Lynda's response pleased Dana and Claire more than they had anticipated. It was a toss-up as to which one was going to enjoy the next move more – Dana, for getting to take Claire's top off and expose her young breasts, or Claire, for getting to exhibit them to the other two girls. They were quick to act.
"Here then," offered Dana, "I'll make it easier to get a good look at her titties without any clothes over them."
Claire looked brightly from one face to the other. Dana had seen her naked breasts before, but she had never let another girl look. She was anxious.
"Go ahead," she said coquettishly. "I'm not afraid to show you if you really want to see."
Dana unbuttoned the front and flapped open the material all in one motion. Clare's braless little breasts were suddenly naked even though the blouse still hung from her shoulders. Dana could hardly keep the hunger from showing in her eyes. She'd seen them in the darkness of Claire's bed before, but never in the bright light of sun. The coloring was pale and white, with a slow flush of pink apparent near the nipples. The second they were naked, the nipples were soft and relaxed, but they grew hard and darker in color as Dana and Lynda looked on. Claire was proud of how they stood out so firmly, even though their size was rather small.
When Lynda saw Claire's naked torso she thought of how it had been with Miss Kressler. The memory of her large, fully packed breasts made the black teenager wonder how it would be to feel Claire's. If Dana had been observant she would have noticed that Lynda's eyes lit up with more than passing interest at the sight. But she was too concerned with Claire's breasts herself to pay any attention to Lynda's reaction.
Lynda broke the silence. "You are about as big as I am up front," she said. "'Course, mine are a little different color," she giggled, still looking steadily at Claire's open blouse.
"Let's see," chirped Claire, "show 'em like I'm doing. No matter what color they are, they seem to fill up your blouse pretty well. You aren't wearing a bra, are you?"
"Heck no!" answered Lynda. "Momma makes me wear one when I'm around home so I'm sure not going to have one on when I'm away from there any more than I have to."
"You're next, then," Dana reminded her. "Hold still while I open you up."
Lynda acted coy but she didn't try to stop the older girl from unbuttoning the garment. When the twin mounds were naked, both Dana and Claire looked at them with obvious approval. The dark, satiny-textured skin somehow made them look especially sensuous in the bright light of the sun. Lynda turned her eyes down in shyness.