"Hey, don't be shy," exclaimed Dana. "Remember, you said you'd let us do things to you like lezzies do. That means more than just seeing under your clothes. You have to let us touch you, too."
"But somebody has to watch!" complained Lynda. "One of you has to keep an eye out so we don't get caught."
"Oh, okay," Claire petulantly agreed. "I'll stand over and watch out. But you got to let me see everything you do." She knew that Dana would want to be the one to get things started and all of her experience was on the receiving end, she really didn't mind.
Dana brushed the shock of long blonde hair from her eyes and sat down on the ground, pulling Lynda with her. She had been feasting her eyes on both girls' breasts and was anxious to touch the warm surfaces of Lynda's fine pair. She made no pretense, but placed her hands directly on the firm globes as soon as they were seated.
"Lezzies put their hands on the other girls' tits all the time," she said to Lynda. "Like this."
Lynda looked down and saw the pretty contrast of the pale-skinned fingers on her dark breasts. She saw her nipples harden and knew Dana had seen too. That was something she couldn't control. She squirmed a little where she sat and avoided Dana's eyes.
"Well," breathed Dana, "feel good?"
Lynda was afraid to admit just how good it did feel. She had to remember that Dana and Claire had no idea she already liked girl love, and that she was the "pupil" in the little game the other two girls had suggested.
"Ummm… kinda," she admitted. "Yeah, it feels kinda good."
"Ever had a boy do this to you?" Dana boldly asked. "Does it feel as good as that?"
"I'm not saying," said Lynda, "but you can go ahead and do it some more."
The truth was that Lynda had allowed a few boys to touch her succulent breasts, but they usually were rough about it. The gentle way Dana was touching her was more like Miss Kressler had done it and was very enjoyable. Her openness to allow more made Dana's blood race. She thought of how it was going to be to rub and caress Lynda's lovely dark skin all over her slim torso, and on down inside her skirt. She scooted up against her side 'til there was no space between their bodies and plenty of room to lie-down.
Lynda raised her eyes and began looking at the rise and fall of Dana's body under her blouse. She thought Dana's sixteen-year-old breasts must be very nearly as large as Miss Kressler's. She was dying to see how the blonde looked underneath her skirt and blouse, but she was more than willing to wait if Dana would keep playing with her breasts.
From Claire's position a few yards away, she could see everything. The sight of Dana's hands inside Lynda's blouse made her want to see much, much more! She called to them. "Go ahead," she urged, "don't be afraid anybody will come see you. I'm watching real good. Do anything you want to do to each other."
Dana needed to pay a different kind of attention to Lynda's breasts and she told her so. "There's more than feeling around with hands to this," she said. "I think you know what I mean."
Lynda grinned. "Uh huh," she said in a low voice. "You mean you're going to put your mouth there."
Dana dropped her hands around Lynda's waist to the lower part of her back and buried the sun-warmed top of her blonde hair just below the black girl's chin. She burrowed her nose between the soft swellings and breathed in deeply. The young girl wasn't wearing perfume, but the fresh scent of soap from her morning shower clung pleasantly to her skin and filled Dana's nose.
When Lynda felt the cool nose between her breasts she put her arms around Dana's shoulders and snuggled closer. She lowered her face 'til her mouth and nose were deep in the abundance of Dana's blonde hair, then pressed her cheek hard against the top of her head. She smelled the sweet shampoo scent and Dana could hear her take a deep breath as she hugged her shoulders.
Dana's voice came from the soft depression between Lynda's breasts and she could feel the warm exhalation of her breath as Dana said, "Hey, you must like this, huh? It felt groovy when you gave me that big hug just then."
Lynda could feel the cool lips on her naked skin and didn't care so much anymore if Dana knew the truth about how she felt. "What do you think?" she answered archly, and hugged the blonde head tighter against her bosom.
Things were going better than Dana had expected. She moved unhesitatingly to the dusky, protuberant nipples that pouted only inches away.
"I think you're digging it," mumbled Dana as she moved her open mouth across the satiny skin to her goal. "I think you're digging it as much as I am. Here, let me have a nice little mouthful of this nipple."
Lynda arched her back and pressed her torso forward at the touch. She had to. The wet sensation of Dana's open lips on the taut skin of her nipple made her want more. "Ummmm… you can do that as much as you want to," she said to Dana in a husky voice.
"And this," added Dana, putting her fingers to the tip of Lynda's other breast.
"Un huh," approved Lynda anxiously.
"And tits," continued Dana, slipping her free hand across Lynda's flat stomach toward the waistband other skirt.
Lynda knew what was coming and wanted it. She wanted that and much more and she made sure Dana knew it.
"That too," she agreed, "oh yeah, that too."
"I knew you must be starting to feel good down here. Your nips are so hard you must be getting a wet lap too," Dana said. "Heck, I still have my blouse on and I'm getting wet down there myself."
Lynda felt the pressure of Dana's full breasts through her blouse. She could even detect the hard points of them pushing from beneath the fabric. She boldly put her hand on one from the outside and squeezed it softly as Dana's fingers reached the waistband of her skirt and slipped underneath.
Lynda's touch sent a thrill up her spine and she wriggled against her. "Ok, wow," she exclaimed, "you gonna feel me up too? Groovy! Go ahead and take my tits out where you can see them like I did yours if you want to."
Lynda accepted very quickly; Dana felt the warm pressure of her fingers slide up her ribs at once, and, as one hand touched the base of her breast, the other unbuttoned the row of buttons down her loose fitting blouse.
"You haven't done anything like this before, have you?" she asked Lynda. There was no use admitting that she had, she thought, and taking a chance at scaring the girl.
But Lynda just ignored her question. Dana didn't care though. She had her hand all the way inside Lynda's skirt by this time and was much more interested in doing things than in talking about it. Lynda pushed an active finger into the firm resilience of Dana's breast and began to knead it like dough.
Claire watched breathlessly from her post as the girls made every move. When she saw. Lynda's cooperation she knew she might really get to see something if she kept watching and she wasn't about to miss anything. It was the first time she had ever seen any people do such things together, much less two girls. She felt a pleasant warmth inside her skirt and wished for a moment that Dana were there to do what she'd done in bed with her when she had felt that way.
Then the two girls slid from a sitting position and lay down facing each other. She watched Dana unbutton Lynda's skirt and push it down all the way to her knees. Then she could see the long, firm, shiny black legs stretched across the green grass. As she looked on, Lynda gave a quick kick with her foot and sent the skirt all the way off. Now Claire could see her white cotton panties. The warm feeling between her legs became more intense as she thought of bow Dana would soon have her hand inside the white undergarment.
Guess I'll have to make myself feel good, she thought to herself, since there's nobody here to do it for me. I can't watch Lynda and Dana play with each other any longer without at least a little bit of attention to my own pussy.