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Jessican and Laura Part 1
It was going to be a great summer for Jessica - she felt certain of that. After all, she was 15, had just finished her freshman year in high school, was popular, and had been accepted onto the varsity track team for her sophomore year. She was going to work part time for her dad, earning some cash, which would help cover some of the things she had planned to do all summer, like regular Starbucks runs, or trips to the beach. She had an annual pass for Disneyland, and since she was only a few miles from there, planned to go there weekly with her friends. And, to top it all off, she had tickets to a Jonas Brothers concert in late July. Yes, it was going to be a good summer for Jess.
Jessica (she liked to be called Jess) was pretty, and maybe some guys would even say she was "hot". She was about 5'4", with a runner's body. She was toned, but not buffed out. She had well developed thighs and calves, which she showed off regularly by wearing short shorts or short skirts, and she never wore stockings or nylons. She had a perfect bubble butt that highlighted those nice thighs, which again, she'd show off by wearing only tight shorts. She didn't have a 6-pack belly, but it was flat, and she wore midriff-baring crop tops and tight shirts that allowed her flat belly to be accentuated. Her arms were toned, but not buff. And her tits were firm and not big, but big enough that a high-school guy could put his hands on them with his fingers spread out completely and they'd just cover them. They were also firm enough that Jess rarely wore a bra, and wore sun dresses and strapless tops, because, well...she could. If she did wear a bra, she wore a push up that made her cleavage stand out, and then she'd complement that with a low-cut top. Jess had the dark complexion that comes from her Greek heritage, with deep brown eyes, and jet black long hair. If she had any flaw it was her overbite - but when you looked at Jess you'd forgive that minor flaw. She was well liked at school and church, and even at 15 was getting asked out by guys. Yes, for Jess, life at 15 was good.
The summer pretty much went as expected. She worked 2-3 days a week for her dad, and then spent the rest of the time with friends. She'd hit the mall, or rode bikes to Starbucks for an iced coffee. She and her friends would go see movies, or just hang out listening to music on Jess's iPhone. She'd text her friends late at night and into the early morning hours. Beach trips were a highlight, and the upcoming Jonas Brothers concert was getting her and her friends all excited. She'd flirt with guys at Disneyland or the mall, and even had a couple of guys hit on her at the beach when she was in her blue and red bikini.
Late in July, just a few days before the highly anticipated Jonas Brothers concert, Jess and a couple of her friends wanted to go horseback riding up at a local regional park. They coerced one of the church youth leaders to go along (since they needed a ride and someone over 18 to be with them), and arrived at the stables on a particularly warm late July day. They were greeted by a big, very overweight woman who ran the place. She took their cash and permission slips, and guided them out into the staging area. The woman was formidable, one of that kind that obviously didn't care how she looked, and was, well, scary.
"LAURA!" the big woman yelled. She then yelled out another girl's name, who came running over. "LAURA!!!!" the big woman yelled again. Jess noticed someone walk out from the tack house, and she fixed her gaze upon her. The girl was pretty, with long chestnut brown hair tied up in a ponytail. She was tan in the face, shoulders and arms, which was evident because of the knit cotton tank top she was wearing. She had tight jeans on that showed about an inch of midriff, and she, like Jess, had a flat belly. Jess noticed her toned and even slightly muscular arms, her lean but striking face, deep brown eyes, the small chin, thin lips, sharp nose, all shaded by a beat-up straw cowboy hat. As the girl passed Jess, she turned and looked into Jess's eyes with an intense gaze, which was lightened up with a small smile. As she walked towards the big woman Jess could see she even had a tight butt. All Jess could think was that the girl was stunning.
"Laura," the big woman said, pointing at the group of girls one-by-one. "Put this girl on Rat, that girl on Cinnamon, that girl on Jinxy, and that one," pointing at Jess, "on Jake." As the big woman pointed at Jess, the girl, who was obviously Laura, looked at Jess again and smiled. Jess smiled back slightly. She felt this girl was nice, the complete opposite of the big woman and her aggressive and temperamental personality. It was then that Jess noticed something else: Laura's nipples poking out conspicuously through the knit ribbed cotton of the tank top she was wearing. Jess guessed that Laura wasn't wearing a bra.
"Shit," Jess thought to herself. "That girl's tits are firm enough that she doesn't have to wear a bra!" Jess began to watch as Laura and the other girl picked up some halters hanging at the gate of the enclosure where all the horses were kept. Jess could see, now that Laura's back was to her, that indeed, there were no bra strap showing, and the tight, ribbed knit cotton top was smooth all the way from the top by Laura's broad shoulders, all the way down Laura's firm back, to the now almost 2" of bare midriff showing. Laura was braless, a fact that Jess was obsessing about.
Laura and the other girl went into the enclosure. Immediately, the horses began to shift around and move away from the two girls, because they knew what was coming up. Jess watched intently as Laura - who seemed totally comfortable around an animal that weighed nearly 2000 lbs. - effortlessly got one horse and put the halter on, then, holding on to that one horse, got another, and got the halter on it. The two girls led the four horses out of the enclosure, and looped the lead rope of the halters onto a hitching rail, and then groomed them and put the saddles on. Jess figured out why Laura had such well-toned arms when she saw how easily she tossed the saddles up onto the horses' backs. Even though Jess's friends were chatting with her, she was mesmerized by how quickly and confidently Laura worked with the horses. When the horses were finally ready, the big woman started pointing out the girls in Jess's group, and telling them to come over to a horse. Each girl was helped up into the saddle, had the stirrups adjusted, and then led off to a waiting area. Jess was last one to be put on a horse. "You," the big woman said, pointing at Jess. Laura turned and looked at Jess as she approached the horse. She smiled gently at Jess again, and then turned her eyes away, as if avoiding Jess's eyes. "Laura'll help you get on," the big woman said, and she walked away.
"OK," Laura said, and Jess thought she had a nice, sweet, somewhat raspy voice. "Have you ever gotten on a horse before?" she asked. Jess shook her head no, unable to speak for some reason. "OK. First, put your left foot in the stirrup," and Jess did so. "Then," Laura continued, "grab the back of the saddle with your right hand," which was tricky to do with her left foot in the stirrup. "Then, take a hold of his mane right here," and Laura grasped a few inches of the horse's mane. "It won't hurt him," she reassured Jess.
"You don't grab that?" Jess asked, pointing at the saddle horn.
"No," Laura said, shaking her head. "The mane is fine. So, grab some of that and pull yourself up, pushing in the stirrup at the same time." Jess grabbed a bit of the mane and pushed herself up, pulling on the saddle and mane simultaneously. But she didn't do it, and dropped back down to her feet.
"Sorry," Jess said quietly, feeling like she had to apologize.
"Don't worry," Laura giggled assuredly. "Takes a few times to get used to it. I'll help you this time". Jess again began to pull up and push, when she felt Laura's hand on her butt. As she shakily pulled herself up, with Laura pushing her butt, she felt a squeeze on her butt cheek. Laura was squeezing her ass!
"Swing the right leg over" Laura commanded, and Jess did so, firmly landing on the saddle. "OK," Laura continued. "Now we need to adjust the stirrups. Put your feet in both stirrups and stand." Jess had observed this being done with each of her friends, so by now she somewhat knew what to do. She slipped her feet into both stirrups, stood, and was told then to sit down again. Laura grasped Jess's ankle with a firm yet gentle grasp and pulled it out of the stirrup. Jess looked down as Laura did the adjustment, and was able to see just a bit of Laura's cleavage, most of it hidden by the brim of Laura's straw cowboy hat. Laura grasped Jess's ankle again, putting it back in the stirrup, and then walked around the back of the horse, repeating the steps on the other stirrup. This time Jess leaned back slightly, and was able to completely see down the front of Laura's top. She noticed that Laura had space between her tits - not much - but there was some. She also could see the fabric of the cotton top underneath Laura's tits, which only confirmed that Laura was braless. It was then that Laura looked up at Jess, and obviously caught Jess staring at her cleavage. Laura didn't say anything, but met Jess's eyes and gave her a sly smile. A smile that meant "I caught you and I'm glad you were looking."
"This is Jake," Laura said, patting the horse's neck. "He's gentle, likes to stay in the back, won't trot unless you make him, and will not run unless you REALLY make him. But we won't be doing any of that today." Laura led Jake over to the other group, and handed the reins up to Jess, giving her a quick tutorial on how to hold them. She then walked over to a very pretty pinto, which she mounted effortlessly, and trotted the horse towards Jess sitting astride Jake.
"LISTEN UP!" the big woman started up. "Casey is your wrangler. She'll lead you on the trail. Do EVERYTHING she tells you!" The big woman sounded like a Marine Corps drill sergeant. "Laura, here," she said pointing at Laura, "is the rear. She'll keep an eye on you guys. Listen to everything she says TOO! See you in an hour." Casey, the other girl, started the group out. By the time it came for Jess and Jake to move, he was hesitant.
"OK," Laura said gently. "Just squeeze your feet into his side." Jess obeyed, and in doing so, felt Jake move slightly. Laura kept alongside her as they left the staging area for the trail. Jake obviously didn't want to go, because he stopped frequently, and each time, Laura coached Jess on squeezing with her feet to get him to keep going. Once they were out of the stable area and on the trail a bit, Jake cooperated and kept going at a slow steady walk.
"Your horse is pretty," Jess stammered a bit, trying to make small talk. She was looking at Laura's horse, but would glance up at Laura's breasts, which were barely moving as her body moved in rhythm with the horse. "What's his - or her- name?"
"His name's Toby - he's a good horse," and Laura leaned forward to pat Toby on the neck. Jess watched as Laura's long ponytail slipped over her shoulder to her front. As she sat back up, she brushed the ponytail behind her. "How old are you?" Laura asked after a couple of moments of silence.
"Fifteen," Jess replied. "How old are you?"
"Seventeen," was Laura's response. There was silence except for the sound of the "clip-clop" of the two horse's hooves on the dirt trail. "Have a boyfriend?" Laura asked, turning towards Jess, who giggled at the question.
"My parents won't let me date until I'm 16," she replied.
"Doesn't mean you don't have a boyfriend," Laura said back to her. "What about texting, or Facebook messaging? Isn't there a guy at school you go to the dances with or talk to a lot that you could say is a `boyfriend'?"
Jess shrugged her shoulders. "I guess, well, yeah...I mean, there...ARE guys that I like and that I know like...me. It's just..." she trailed off and shrugged her shoulders again. "I go to the dances and guys ask me to dance, and, you know, we give each other our numbers..." A few seconds of the clip-clop of hooves was all that was heard. "And they call, or text, but...you know..." A pause again as the sound of hooves echoed around them. "Until I can date, I don't really have a boyfriend." She turned and looked at Laura. "Do you, you know...have a boyfriend?"
Laura just smiled. "No. I don't either. I work here and at Target, and during the school year I work here and have school and track. Just not enough time. Plus," she added, lowering the volume of her voice and moving her horse closer to Jess's horse. "Why do I need a boyfriend when I have this?", and she began to press her crotch into the saddle, rubbing it back and forth. Jess watched, not quite realizing what Laura was doing. But as Laura closed her eyes, and slightly tilted her head back, Jess figured it out. Soft moans came from Laura's mouth, and Jess gazed down at the Laura's nipples, which were now quite obviously erect underneath the ribbed cotton top. Laura continued to rub her crotch against the saddle, sometimes pushing her pelvis up a bit so that it really rubbed her well. Laura was now breathing deeply, and Jess turned to see the other horses of the group nearly 50 yards ahead, oblivious to the fact that Laura was masturbating against the saddle. Jess found herself breathing funny as she watched the 17 year old girl press her crotch into the saddle repeatedly, obviously working herself up to a climax. Then, just as quickly as it started, it stopped, with Laura bending down a bit over the saddle, and exhaling deeply. It was then that Jess realized that she was slightly damp: that witnessing this pretty girl get off got her excited too. She was also glad that she had a bra and top on, since she could feel that her own nipples were erect.
"Sorry `bout that," Laura said quietly, after a few moments of silence highlighted by the clip-clop of the horse's hooves. "I get off sometimes when I ride. I REALLY like doing it when I'm riding bareback. Sometimes I'll wear a skirt or dress and even no underwear. It's just a great way to get off." There was a pregnant pause after Laura spoke, broken only by the sound of hooves on the dirt trail. "Do you masturbate?" Laura asked Jess, which both surprised Jess, yet didn't surprise her. She stammered a bit.
"Yeah," she finally admitted, as if she was being grilled by her parents. "Not too often," she said quietly.
"Like, how much is `not too often'", Laura inquired. "Once a week? Couple of times a month? Once a month?"
Jess felt self-conscious about discussing this. Yet, at the same time, she felt a certain excitement, a thrill. After all, she found Laura very attractive and sexy, and naughty, too. That made Jess bold.
"Couple of times a month," Jess finally replied, feeling both like she should not reveal that personal information, yet wanting to. There was something very attractive about Laura that was giving Jess thoughts that she hadn't had in a few years. And the fact that Laura was very pretty, braless, had just gotten off, and was 17, made her even more attractive to Jess.
Laura's horse was still close to Jess's horse, but even so, she leaned over to talk to Jess. "You use toys, or just fingers, or...?" Laura trailed off, wanting to coax Jess into revealing how she masturbated. Jess just giggled. When she finished she looked up and noticed that the rest of their group was just a few yards ahead, stopped, and obviously waiting. The girl's youth leader shouted at them.
"HEY! You guys are too far behind! KEEP UP!"
"You up for a trot?" Laura asked, turning towards Jess. Jess shrugged her shoulders, not even knowing what that might be. "C'mon," Laura said, and she squeezed her legs into her horse's sides, which made him pick up the pace to a trot. Jess's horse, Jake, automatically started to trot as well, and Jess quickly regretted this. Even though they only trotted for a few yards, Jess became sorry she had worn the short shorts - the leather and seams of the saddle chaffed her skin, and she knew she was going to have marks there. She thought "THAT'S why Laura and the other girl are in jeans!"
The rest of the ride was quiet. Laura and Jess stayed with the rest of the group, so Laura's conversation now was about track, or school, or boys, and certainly not sexual in any way. By the time the group returned to the stables, Jess felt dirty and knew her legs were going to be sore. As they got into the stables, Laura told Jess and the other girls to stay on the horses. Quickly, both Laura and the other wrangler, Casey, tied up their horses, and then helped each girl in the group get off their horse. It was Casey who came over to help Jess, and as she did, Jess glanced at Laura, who was looking at the two of them intently. Jess could tell that Laura had wanted to help her. As soon as Jess's feet touched the ground, she felt her legs slightly buckle under her, and Casey quickly reached her arm around Jess's waist to steady her. Jess, along with all the girls from her group, started to comment about their shaky legs. Casey released Jess, and she started to walk towards the other girls in the group, who, like Jess, were all walking "funny".
"You all ready to go?" the older girl asked, and they said they were. "Five Guys?" Jess suggested, and they all agreed. As they started to walk away, Jess heard her name being called out by Laura.
"Jess!" Laura jogged over to Jess, who saw Laura's firm tits bounce gently in the blue ribbed-cotton top. "Hi," she said, somewhat breathlessly. "I just wanted to get your number and give you mine. I'd...I'd like to call you." Jess bit her lip gently. This was not just a simple "let's exchange numbers." It felt like, to her at least, that Laura was asking for her number just like a guy who was wanting to go out would ask for it - nervously. Jess felt a tingle between her legs and she felt a shudder of excitement.
"JESS!" the girl's leader yelled. "C'MON!"
"JUST A SEC!" Jess turned, yelling back. She got out her iPhone as Laura pulled out hers. The both had them in jeweled cases, which made Jess giggle. Quickly, she gave Laura her number and Laura gave Jess hers.
"OK. I'll call tonight, OK?" Laura asked, and Jess nodded an OK.
"You two love-birds done yet?" the youth leader asked, which embarrassed Jess. She realized that there was no way any of the other girls would know that she'd watched as Laura masturbated against the saddle. But, still, this was a shock to even THINK that the leader may know that there was a strong attraction between Jess and her new friend. They all piled into the leader's small Honda, and drove down, music blasting, to the local Five Guys. After that, they headed to one of the girl's houses and swam in the pool. For Jess, though, images of Laura humping the saddle, enhanced by images of Laura's erect nipples and nice cleavage, continued to race through her mind during the afternoon and well into the evening.
Jess and her friends got together later that evening to go see a movie, and it was during that movie that Jess's iPhone rang (rather, it vibrated, since Jess muted it while they were in the movie). She didn't recognize the number, but wondered (as one of her friends leaned over to ask who had called her) if it was Laura. She really couldn't answer it, though. Then her iPhone did a quick vibration, indicating she had a voice mail. She'd listen to it later. After the movie, the girls went out for dessert at a local Coco's, and it was nearly midnight when Jess got back home. At 15, she had an 11 PM curfew, so she did get a bit of a "talking to" from her dad, but since he knew who she was with, he was lenient, and just lectured her. Jess went to her room, changed from her jeans, long-sleeved top and hoodie into sleep shorts, and a crop top t-shirt, removing her bra. She plopped on her bed and grabbed her iPhone. This was the time of night - when her parents were in bed and asleep and she was still awake - that she usually texted her friends, checked Facebook, and put in her earbuds to listen to music, which she did right now. She had already received multiple texts from one of her friends that she'd been with all day, and she replied to those. Jess moved her legs to sit Indian style, and she winced a little. She was still sore from the horseback riding earlier that day. She looked down at the inside of her firm thighs and noticed a bit of chafing. And then she remembered the voice mail, and wondered if it had been Laura, and so she checked it. Yes, it was Laura.
Hi, Jess, this is Laura, from the stables today. Hey, just wanted to call and talk to you. Hope we can get together some time. Gimme a call back or text me later tonight...and maybe we can talk or something. Bye
Laura had left her number in the message, but now it was past midnight, and Jess decided that it might be too late to call, so she texted instead.
Jess: hi laura Jess here sorry didn't answer call was in movie just listened to vm can't call but txt?
As Jess was typing that he phone buzzed from her friend's text, so she finished her text to Laura and then responded to her friend's text. This went on for about several minutes, accompanied by the music that Jess was listening to with her earbuds. It was nearly 1 AM when Jess's friend said she had to go to sleep, and wished Jess a "good night" with emoticons for hugs and kisses. Jess, too, turned off the music, pulled out the earbuds, and turned off the light on her nightstand. It was a warm night, so she stayed on top of her bedding, and reached down to rub her thighs where they were still sore from the saddle. It was then that her mind went over the ride, the prettiness and sexuality of Laura, how Laura was braless, Laura's cleavage, her nipples poking through the knit-cotton fabric. Jess squeezed her sore thighs together, something she did often as a prelude to masturbating. Images of Laura topless raced through Jess's mind, and her hand moved up from her thighs to her crotch. She wondered if one of the messages she got tonight while she was feverishly texting her friend might have been from Laura, so she picked up her phone with her free hand, and checked. No, nothing from Laura. She put the phone down, and moved her hand under her top to her firm left tit and started to play with her nipple, which was growing erect from the mental and physical stimulation. As one hand worked her nipple, she moved her other hand from between her legs, into her sleep shorts and under the thin cotton fabric of her underwear, and right to her clit. Jess pushed her head back into her pillow, feeling the joy of touching herself, thinking of the sexy 17 year old girl on a horse, and something that had happened to her just a few years earlier.
.....Jess was 12, and one night was staying with a 2 other girls at a friend's house. It was a typical pre-teenage girl thing, with the girls all in sleep shorts and tops, no bras at all, and talking about music and boys. The prettiest girl of the group was Alana, a Japanese-American girl who at 12 already was well-developed, with broad swimmer's shoulders and nice sized firm boobs. After debating whether the Jonas Brothers were better than Justin Bieber, they decided to play "spin the bottle". Alana started, and on her first spin, the bottle pointed to Jess. The other girls giggled and said that Alana had to kiss Jess on the lips. So, Alana got on her hands and knees and crossed the short space between her and Jess, and kissed Jess gently and quickly on the lips. The other girls giggled. As Alana moved back from Jess, Jess quickly glimpsed down Alana's top, and saw the two, nice, firm, preteen girl's breasts. The next girl spun, and had to kiss Alana, then Jess spun and had to kiss the girl to her right. The game went on for several minutes, each girl kissing the other girl at least 4-5 times. But for some reason, whenever Alana spun, it mostly ended up pointing to Jess, and each subsequent kiss became softer, and longer, and each time, Jess peeked down Alana's top more intently, noticing that Alana's small nipples were quite erect. Finally, after one of the girl's mom came in and told them to be quiet and go to sleep, they all did. Jess was sharing a bed with one of the other girls, but her mind raced for quite a while. She had noticed that Alana kissed her differently than she had kissed the other two girls. And when Jess had to kiss Alana, Alana's lips were parted, as if she was very receptive to Jess's clumsy and innocent kisses.....
Jess's right hand was now rubbing her clit, and her left hand was alternating between massaging her firm, young left tit, and squeezing and pinching her erect left nipple. She began to slip her fingers into the lips of her tight, young pussy as her mind went back to another event with Alana, this one a year after the first overnight.
.....Jess was 13 now, and she and Alana were friends, but not what you'd call "besties". Yes, they hung out together because they were in the same neighborhood, but Alana didn't go to school or church with Jess. One fine, warm summer evening, after having hung out all day at the mall together, Alana asked Jess to stay overnight. Jess got permission, and showed up in time for pizza and a movie with Alana's family. It was a Friday night, so the girls got permission to stay up late, finally going to bed around 11:30 PM. In the year that had passed, Alana had only developed more, and if you didn't know she was 13, you'd swear she was 16. Her breasts were a bit larger and much more firm, and she'd gained a couple of inches in height. Jess had grown a bit too, and her breasts had gotten slightly larger, and still as firm. Jess slipped to the bathroom to change into her sleep shorts and top, and returned to Alana's room. Alana, too, was in sleep shorts and a sleep top, but it was cut low, just to the top of her cleavage. Jess's was more of a crop-top tank top, allowing her nice, toned arms to be bare, and revealing several inches of her flat belly. As Jess closed Alana's bedroom door behind her, she noticed that there was nothing on the floor for her to sleep on: no sleeping bag, or air mattress with bedding.
"Where am I gonna sleep?" Jess asked innocently. Alana smiled, and patted the bed.
"With me, of course," Alana responded, with a tone of voice that suggested that it was obvious that Jess would sleep in Alana's bed with her. Jess shrugged her shoulders - she's slept with girls in their beds on sleepovers, so this was not unusual for her - and she asked which side of the bed she was sleeping on. Alana said she'd take the inside, against the wall, and crawled in under the sheet. Alana then told Jess to turn off the light, which she did, and then Jess crawled in next to her. It was a tight squeeze - two teenage girls in a twin bed. But Jess was fine with it. They began to talk softly, very quietly, about various things: school, boys, shopping, music, boy bands, running - typical teenage girl talk. Then Alana shifted herself so that she was laying on her right side facing Jess. As she did this, her firm left breast rested on Jess's left arm. Jess could feel it, even through the cotton of Alana's sleep top.
"Jess," Alana whispered. "Remember a year ago when we were at Taylor's, and we played `spin the bottle'? Remember?" Jess had vivid memories of that night, of kissing other young girls and being kissed by the other girls, and repeatedly by Alana. She squeezed her lips together tightly, wanting to confess that she liked it, yet not wanting to reveal something so secret. Alana asked again if she remembered.
"Yeah," Jess said softly, so softly that Alana barely heard the reply.
"Didja like it?" Alana asked, now gently touching Jess's left forearm with her fingers. Alana added, in a very low whisper, "the kissing?"
Jess nodded her head, which was a genuine reaction. It surprised her. Yes, she HAD enjoyed the kissing, and particularly had enjoyed how much and how gentle Alana's kisses were that night. But apparently, in the darkness of Alana's room, she hadn't seen Jess's nod. Alana asked again, and as she did, her fingers moved up, stopping at her firm breast resting on Jess's bare arm.
"Yes," Jess replied, her voice somewhat trembling.
"Can I kiss you again?" Alana asked, her own voice sounding fluttered. Jess nodded again, and added a quiet "Yes" to it, to make sure that Alana heard her this time. Alana brought her lips down to Jess's lips, and kissed them gently and briefly. She then kissed Jess again, and again, and soon, Jess felt the warm moistness of Alana's lips part, so Jess did the same. The room was quiet, but sounds of kissing echoed off the walls. Jess reached up with her right hand, placing it on Alana's back, and began to caress Alana's broad shoulders and run her fingers through Alana's long and straight hair. As Jess did this, she felt Alana's left hand move to her left breast, over the sleep shirt, and squeeze. Jess responded by opening her mouth more, and accepting Alana's tongue. Alana groped Jess's boob as they continued to kiss, and then Alana shifted her hand from above the fabric and into Jess's sleep shirt, placing her hand directly on Jess's firm, young, teen tit. She pinched Jess's erect nipple, which made Jess jerk a little in surprise. They stopped kissing for a moment, and looked into each other's eyes. The kissing resumed, and Alana moved her hand to Jess's right tit, massaged it and pinched the erect nipple there as well. Jess now moved her hand from Alana's back and tried to reach for Alana's left breast. But Alana was lying next to Jess in a way that made that impossible. So Jess returned her hand to Alana's back, caressing Alana from her shoulders to her waist.
Alana shifted a bit, putting her left thigh over Jess's legs. She was now fully massaging Jess's right tit, squeezing it and pinching the teen girl's erect nipple. The kissing was becoming very passionate, with both girls allowing themselves to be caught up into the warm wetness that the kissing had started. As it did, Alana moved her hand from Jess's tit, slipping it down Jess's flat belly to the waistband of Jess's sleep shorts. By now, Jess's left hand, pressing against her left hip, had found Alana's moist young pussy, and she pressed the back of her hand against it. Alana responded by not only pressing her pussy into Jess's hand, but by pushing her fingers under the waistband of Jess's sleep shorts, down to Jess's underwear, and then into Jess's underwear. Jess jumped slightly as Alana's fingers began to touch Jess's pussy lips, and soon, they found Jess's young clit. Jess moaned slightly, pulling Alana's mouth deeper into her own as she felt Alana probe her young and moist pussy lips. Simultaneously, Jess pressed the back of her hand deeper between Alana's legs, pressing it against the moistening pussy of her young lover.....
Jess brought herself to a wonderful climax, although she muffled any moans and screams of pleasure. The memories of that night with Alana, enhanced by seeing this new girl, Laura, created a powerful sexual scene in her mind. Nothing had happened that night with Alana other than kissing and touching, but it was something she had enjoyed then, and now, it seemed that she was finding that same desire about the girl she met that day at the stables. As Jess stretched out, tired from the long day and sexually gratified by the orgasm she just had, she took one of her extra pillows, and hugged it close to her warm body, cuddled into the fetal position, and fell asleep.