Claire did as requested but added something of her own. She suddenly opened Lynda's blouse and put her mouth on the black breast she'd been fondling by hand. As soon as she touched her lips to the taut nipple, she felt Lynda move quicker below. In just seconds she was rasping in deep breaths and squeezing her thighs together as hard as she could.
The she grabbed Claire's shoulders and started kissing her on the face and neck as rapidly as her buttocks were moving. She cried out sharply and then fell forward against her friend. The orgasm had drained her of energy and all she wanted to do now was hang on to Claire's shoulders and get her breath back. "Oh, wow, that was groovy," said Lynda.
Claire still had her mouth fastened on Lynda's breast. Now that she was past her climax, she raised her head and was met with a kiss on the lips from Lynda, who began responding again.
"When you socked your mouth onto my titty, it was just what I needed to get my cookies. Wow, you really made me feel good," she said.
"As good as Dana did the other day?" asked Claire. "Did I make you feel as good as she did when we were playing on the grass and I had to be the guard?"
Claire was still somewhat miffed by having missed out on the action that day. True, she had later received Dana's mouth on her genitals, but she had first been obliged to masturbate herself in order to secure relief for herself.
Lynda was surprised at the question, but she knew Claire must consider the matter in a competitive way, so she said, "Sure it was. The way you did me just now was every bit as good as Dana did that time. Maybe better."
"But I didn't use my mouth on your pussy like she did," Claire reminded. "Are you sure I made you feel as good as she did? You're not fooling me?"
"No, course not," Lynda replied. "You ought to know that. You know how it is – how one thing can make you feel real groovy and if somebody else does it, it's different. Well, it works the other way around too, I guess. 'Cause you did something different than what Dana did that day and yet it made me feel just as good."
Finally Claire appeared to be satisfied with her friend's answer. She looked again at the exposed breast she had just been sucking on. She put her hand back on it again. Then she unbuttoned her own blouse and pushed a breast from underneath until it touched the still damp tip of Lynda's.
"Your titty felt so yummy to my lips that I want to rub this against it. Okay?" said Claire.
"Sure!" she responded. "I love to feel your titties no matter where they touch me. Rubbing them against mine is a groovy place. Jeez, keep doing it."
Lynda could tell that her friend was experiencing the arousal that she herself had felt earlier. She wanted to let her friend enjoy the same great enjoyment as she had done. She put her hand in Claire's lap and teasingly plucked at the hollow formed under her skirt by the junction of her thighs. Claire smiled and put her hand back on Lynda's breast. Since their breasts were now touching, her hand was in contact with both Lynda's breast and her own. She found it strangely exciting to be touching herself and Lynda at the same time. It was a little like masturbating herself, she decided.
Lynda said, "Okay, Claire, you keep feeling us both up there and I'll keep the action nice and groovy down below for you."
Claire giggled at the realization that Lynda had known she enjoyed touching herself as well as her friend.
"Don't worry," she answered, "I'm keeping my hand on our titties for a long time. It's yummy feeling them both there together. Look at what I'm doing. Our nipples are so close I can rub them both between my fingers at the same time."
But Lynda hardly needed to look. She could quite easily feel the exciting sensation. She continued to concentrate her attention on Claire's lap. Now it wasn't enough to fondle her through the material of her dress, though. She wanted to have her fingers on the naked skin underneath.
"Are you wearing panties, Claire?" she asked.
"Sure, silly," Claire answered. "Just because I don't wear a dumb old bra doesn't mean I quit wearing panties too."
"That's okay," said Lynda, "just checking. It feels so hot on your skirt I thought maybe you'd left them off tonight. I'm going to have my hand under there before long so I'd have found out anyway."
"Oh, really?" said Claire, in mock surprise. "I thought you just happened to lay your hand there and forgot to pick it up. But you sure are welcome to feel and see if I was telling you the truth about wearing panties. It's just that having your hand on my skirt like that had made me so hot you can feel my pussy through my panties and my skirt both. And having our naked nipples together like this doesn't exactly do anything to cool me off, either."
Lynda walked her fingers down the skirt 'til she came to the hem, then began tickling the inner surfaces of Claire's lower thighs with her fingertips. Claire sat in breathless anticipation of the moment when she would feel the black girl's fingers creep up higher on the insides of her thighs. Although Lynda had enjoyed an exciting climax just minutes before, she found that her own responses were active again also. The touch of Claire's bare breast against hers was having a very nice effect on her.
The two young teenagers were so intent on each other that their interest in Tim dwindled completely. But he was still very much concerned about what was going on inside the cabin. Still unaware that Lynda and Claire were only a few yards away, watching him masturbating himself, he continued to peer closely through the window where Dana and Vera lay on the couch. But by now the two blondes had already enjoyed each other thoroughly and things were somewhat calmer. There wasn't as much to see from Tim's hiding place outside the window.
Nevertheless, he watched intently as they lay quietly talking. He couldn't hear what they were saying, but he could still feast his eyes on their completely naked bodies.
Vera was now lying on her side, facing the teenager, her hand under her head and her long legs stretched across the couch in a very voluptuous position. Dana was lying on her back with her eyes on Vera's face as they conversed. Her lovely young breasts were displayed in all their perfection on the girl's unblemished chest. Her right leg was raised at the knee and her left leg supported it. The position left the furry center of her loins open to easy view. Tim gazed at the two females and thought to himself that it would be a long time before he had the chance to feast his eyes on two such beauties at once again. It also occurred to him that, under normal circumstances, the mere sight of their pretty naked bodies would in itself be sufficient to make his penis hard. But when he had just witnessed an exciting act of love between them, the naked bodies suffered by comparison in their newer, less active state. He watched eagerly for the possible beginning of new connections between the girls.
Inside the cabin, Vera was telling Dana that they could repeat what they had done only if she told absolutely on one. Dana had so much enjoyed the meeting that she assured her she'd keep quiet. Vera warned to especially not let any of the other girls find out. Before she left the cabin, the two stood embracing at the door even after they had their clothes. Tim watched eagerly, thinking that new lovemaking would ensue. Even when he watched Dana walk away toward the dorm cabin, he wasn't disappointed. He was anxious to get back and crow about being right. He'd told Vera he thought Dana would go for girl love and she had disagreed. Now she would surely be ready to admit he was right. And the pleasure she had enjoyed because of it would keep her from being sore about being wrong.
As he started toward the front door of Vera's cabin to see her, he thought to himself how much fun it would be to tell her he'd watched the entire proceedings. At first she might be a little irritated, he knew, but she would soon get just as much kick from his voyeuristic trick as he did. But as he walked out of the brush he heard a noise farther up in the woods. He listened again. No doubt about it. It was human voices – whisperings, a few words, and little gasps he couldn't quite make out. He turned from the direction of Vera's house to investigate. Neither Claire nor Lynda heard him coming.