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Five Friends

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Five Friends by Felice (pixiefelice@hotmail.com)The five of us ran around everywhere together. When our differing curriculums allowed for it we would even try to take the same classes. We were all each others best friend. It was now our senior year, two of us were moving on to masters programs, the other three were heading into the real world. This was probably our last year together as a group. We all met while we were freshmen. Each of us came from out of state on either scholarship or daddy's money. We met and bonded through a gay out reach program on campus. We were all just like any of the other girls on campus, except we were lesbians. Not sexually confused, not seeking our identity, but life long, card carrying, proud to be lesbians. I suppose now would be a good time to describe everyone. Ann was the most athletic of the group, she was in college on a soccer scholarship and played just about everything well. She was rather tall, had long lean legs, and a six pack that wouldn't quit. She was like a leopard, lean, powerful, with a real nose for the kill. I could only guess what her natural hair color might be, she wasn't just a member, but the president of the hair dye of the month club. Amy, like me, was in college on daddy's money. Unlike me, her daddy spared no expense to keep his little girl happy. She had the body type most like mine, just a little china doll. She was short, thin, brunette, and always seemed to be a little classier than the rest of us. Call it a lifetime of real money, but she had the air of someone who didn't have a care in the world. She had a walk that could draw every eye in the room, just the way her little swayed so slowly, the eloquent movements of her shoulders, and the way she held her head so proud. Any finishing school teacher would be proud of this girl. Melissa was here on scholarship, but not a full ride like Ann. She worked full time during the summer and had some family money helping to get her through college, not to mention those god awful student loans. She was the tallest in the group, which also explained her ease on the basketball court. It was hard to characterize her body type, she was just a big girl, not overweight. She had all the right curves, in all the right places, she just had that amazon quality. She intimated most people, but once you got to know her she was actually very child like, always the first to worry and the most quiet and docile of our group. Courtney was by far the smartest in the group, as evidenced by her academic scholarship. She was a real math whiz, but surprisingly didn't go on to a masters program, just got the job offer she couldn't refuse. She was the prettiest in the group. She had the classic blonde hair and the perfect supermodel body. Curves that would kill and the most perfectly shaped breasts, god broke the mold when he made Courtney's tits. There was always something a little slutty about her. It might have been just how charged up and energetic she was or the revealing cloths she wore. But more than that it was an attitude she had. Regardless, she was definently the firecracker of the bunch. Myself (Kim), Like Amy, my college was paid for by daddy, but he provided little real running around money, so off and on through college I had to work. I'm a small girl, petite, barely five feet tall. My hair is red and I've always kept it tomboy short. I had the smallest tits in the group (and nobody let me forget it), but I showed them off anyway. I was always the one in the tightest most revealing cloths. Not even Courtney dared show the skin I did. That of course wasn't the only thing we had in common, we all were serious about school, loved to dance and party, and gave ourselves a sense of community away from home. Amy's dad rented her a small one bedroom apartment off campus, though it was too cramped for all of us to stay there, it did act as the jumping off point for just about everywhere we went. We all started calling her place the town hall. Within the group we had some dating, but no serious paring really happened, I suppose that's one of the reasons the group stayed together for four years. I have to take credit for being the one who got the ball rolling for our little jill-off parties. Before coming to college I had a non-lesbian friend who I always called my girlfriend and she played along, but she would never have allowed us to consummate anything. But she did let me talk her into to some mutual masturbation, no touching, just masturbating for each other. I so loved watching her masturbate and she seemed to have fun. I always initiated it, but she was a very willing participant. We masturbated for each other countless times. I really missed that fun after coming to college and before long I'd talked Amy into masturbating with me several times. Then one at a time, over the next year, I'd gotten each of the other girls to masturbate with me. I'd worried a little that one of the girls might mention my secret pleasures to one of the others, but I never anticipated what happened right before spring break our sophomore year. It seems Amy did share with Ann, then Ann talked to both Melissa and Courtney and then of course the dominoes fell, right on top of yours truly. I came back to the town hall thrilled to death about heading off for spring break. We had all planned a hiking trip and were heading off the next morning. Five girls alone in the mountains might sound a bit dangerous, but we were a group that could definently take care of ourselves. I busted through the door to find Ann, Amy, Melissa, and Courtney all seated and staring me down. I was like, "WHAT?". I had no clue that my little secret was out. I'd told each of them about my friend and how much I missed playing around, I never lied, but left each with the impression I was sharing this little secret with only them. But it was out, in a big way it was out. "You lied to us Kimmy girl", Ann said. I was just dumbfounded wondering what I'd done. All I could say was, "WHAT, What did I do?". They sat there sternly staring me down, until at last Melissa started giggling and I knew that whatever it was it wasn't serious friendship crushing sort of stuff. I stood in the door, my books in hand waiting for the hammer to fall. Ann finally continued, "You got each of drawn into your dirty little game and made us each think it was such a big secret. We're feeling pretty victimized by your little perversion." I went to sit in the only remaining seat and noticed the living room had been rearranged. The couch and other chair had been moved facing the door and the only remaining chair had been pulled around to face the couch. This was a court room and I was on trial. I sighed and took my seat facing the Inquisition. Melissa, Courtney, and Amy sat on the couch together. Ann sat in the chair next to the couch, I suppose she was playing the judge to their jury. They all just sat there sort of grinning like they'd all gotten into the cookie jar or something. I blushed when I realized what dirty little game Ann was talking about. "I didn't lie to anyone, I swear, I just....", and had to just let me words trail off. I didn't know what to say, to I was simply to embarrassed to say anything else. "Well, we don't really care why you did it, but you are going to have to make it up to us", Ann said. I was stumbling all over myself for something to say, "I'll do anything, I swear, set up the tent, load the Bronco for the trip, whatever!". Melissa started giggling again and I realized whatever it was they were going to make me do, it wasn't going to be as easy as my suggestions. "We had a more personal apology in mind. Since you like to get us all to individually masturbate with you, we thought an appropriate punishment would be for you to masturbate for us. And,", Ann paused for a long moment, "right now would be a good time for us.". My throat had gone completely dry, my head suddenly throbbed, and I think my foot was twitching nervously. I was suddenly panicking. It was one thing to play with myself and watch somebody play with themselves, but this exhibitionist thing they wanted me to do seemed a bit excessive. I guess I'd grown so white and quiet that Melissa began to think maybe they'd gone to far. She started to speak up, "Ohhh, you don't have to Kim, really if...", but I cut her off in midsentence. "I will". I'd suddenly stunned them just as badly ad they'd stunned me. I stood up and locked the door, shut the front window, and began undressing. I took my cloths of slowly and nervously, not once looking any of them in the eye. I thought I heard them arguing a little bit, maybe one of them wanting to call it off, but no one ever spoke up, so I stripped down. I returned to my chair completely naked, my cloths piled on the floor beside me, topped off like a sundae by my red panties and bra. I didn't make eye contact with any of my friends, even as I began to lightly touch myself. It wasn't only my mouth that was dry, my clit was dry as well. I wanted to get some lotion, but right now it would have just added to my humiliation. I touched myself lightly, just barely rubbing the top of my clit. Each circular stroke was slow and feather light. I closed my eyes and tried to clear my mind. I really did enjoy masturbation and I especially enjoyed masturbating with someone. I did enjoy being watched while masturbating, but this was different. The difference now was there was nobody doing the same thing. Nobody else had their cloths off or was sharing with me in the same way I was sharing with them. I tried to concentrate on the part of me that liked being watched, the idea that there was somebody there interested in me and in my body. Not just somebody, but four pretty girls and dear friends. This line of thought was exactly what I needed. I felt my fingers begin to slide on some moisture in my clit. I could feel the clear liquid, my sexual juices, beginning to flow. I pressed a little harder on my clit, continuing my slow circular motions. I had a picture in my mind of them on the couch looking at me, but suddenly I needed to see them. I opened my eyes a little and through sex laden eyes I looked over my friends. Ann was sitting and grinning like she was she had just stole some candy from the store, she was always the little she-devil of the group. Melissa, Amy, and Courtney were squeezed on the couch, their eyes wide and staring. Melissa seemed to be squirming in her seat a little bit, as was Ann. The look on their faces told me they were enjoying the show. The pleasure on their faces made it easier for me, I continued with added inspiration. I used my other hand to rub my breasts and pinch at my nipples. One at a time I made eye contact with my friends. Until finally I was staring at Ann, my sex juices flowing between my legs, my hand moving quickly across my clit. I slid my other hand down from my breasts, spread my legs wide in the chair and slipped a pair of fingers inside my pussy. Now I sat, naked and flushed, rubbing on the top of my clit with one hand and fucking myself with my other two fingers. Ann looked as if she was in a state of rapture watching me, Melissa was squirming even harder in her seat, Amy was clutching Melissa on the leg, and Courtney had a hand slipped between her legs and was pressing against her blue jeaned covered clit. The site of Courtney's hand pressing in between her legs sent me over the edge. My pussy grew hot, throbbing sharply around my plunging fingers. I fucked myself harder, bucking my hips and letting out hard breathy moans. The orgasm came in waves, each one a little harder than the one before. I squirmed and shook as each wave went through my body. I caught my breath and sat exhausted in the chair. I didn't bother to try and cover myself. The room was suddenly alive with laughter and chatter as the girls all started talking at once. There was a palatable excitement in the room. I was exhausted sexually, but I could tell they were all very aroused. Ann was the first one to start talking to me, "Well that was great, I think, I think I'd like to see that again." "Oh, no", I said jokingly, "not unless we get some audience participation." But nobody laughed, instead it was as if I'd just laid out a master plan and everyone wanted to throw in their opinions on how to carry it out. "After we get in tomorrow, around the campfire.", Melissa said. "No, how about tonight after dinner", Courtney responded. Again everyone started talking at the same time. Ann, the loudest in the group, settled it, "We wait until tomorrow and give everyone a chance to think about it, if everyone still wants to have this little party, then we'll do it tomorrow at the campsite, it's settled!". And so it was settled. We ran around all evening getting all the gear together and our bags ready so we'd just have to hop in and leave in the morning. We all crashed on the floor at the town hall so we could get an early start. And, as far as I know, there wasn't any hanky panky going on that night. We got to the landing, parked and secured the Bronco, and then hiked most of the day to what would be our campsite for the next few evenings. It was a nice clearing, right up against a stony outcrop, with a creek not 30 yards away. We were all feeling pretty broken down from the days hike. It's heavy carrying in enough food and water for three days in the woods. At Courtney's suggestion we brought more food and water than we would need. Courtney was the chief on this expedition, she'd packed all the hiking gear, decided what we brought and how much of it. She'd been hiking her entire life and had been in this very area several times before, although never this particular clearing she said. It was all Courtney could do to get us working on setting up camp. Within an hour the five of us had set up the tent, hung our food and water in the tree, and gathered enough wood for the night. There was still a little day light left so we all decided to bathe in the creek. Courtney suggested we wash today's cloths since we had each only brought one days change of outerwear. Like good soldier girls we obeyed. We stripped in the water and all got to work cleaning at our cloths. Melissa was a little worried some other campers might come along and see us, but Courtney assured us all that we were in a pretty remote place and their were no other cars at the landing when we set off so it would be unlikely anyone would make it up this far anytime today. Besides she said we'd driven down roads that normally only rangers ever head down. After we'd all begun soaping off Ann initiated the conversation about the plans for tonight. Asking if everyone was still in. It seemed none of the enthusiasm had waned for tonight's event. I could see everyone was a little apprehensive, but the overwhelming emotion was excitement. We had a spartan dinner and later, around a roaring fire, started passing around a bottle of peppermint schnapps. Everyone started talking about yesterdays happenings and getting a little snookered. One by one they each told how excited they'd gotten watching me masturbate in that chair for them. As they told their little testimonials I began to get excited myself. I could feel my panties growing damp. Ann was the first to start stripping, within minutes their were five naked horny college girls sitting around a campfire. We all sat on our sleeping bags. The sleeping bags didn't provide a lot of room, but certainly kept the rocks off our butts. On either side of me sat Amy and Melissa, next to Melissa was Courtney, and directly across from me, somewhat obscured by our little fire was Ann. Without turning my head I had the clearest view of Courtney. I saw Ann reach into a bag for something, she squirted something on her hand, and then began passing it around. The object that was finally passed to me was a little tube of KY jelly. I took a little dab myself and sent the tube returning on it's journey around the fire. I leaned back on my elbows and started glancing around the fire. I had a momentary feeling like this was some sort of dream, that nothing this good could be happening to me. I watched as Courtney dabbed the KY on to her clit and started rubbing it around. She sat reclined on her elbows and was looking right at me. I could barely see Ann, her body now reclined back. Through wisps of fire and smoke I could see the occasional breast or knee. Melissa and Amy were, like myself looking around the fire. Their hands were moving slowly, almost idly, between their legs. Suddenly Courtney spoke,"So are you just going to watch Kimmy?". I suddenly realized I hadn't made any move to start masturbating myself. I rubbed the KY into pussy, smearing it all around the surface of my clit and pushing a slick finger inside. I didn't actually need any KY to get started today, the juices were flowing easily out of me the moment my fingers had pushed between my aching pussy lips. I felt a little surge of energy, a rush of sexual excitement as I started playing with myself. My eyes couldn't stay on anyone in particular, it was like getting lost in the candy store. Courtney seemed to be staring at me, I had no idea where Ann was looking and Melissa and Amy seemed to be looking over me and at each other. Courtney was the most active, her fingers sliding fast in and out of her pussy. Her free hand roaming around her body. She squirmed around on her sleeping bag like she was sitting on a hot rock. I was none to still myself, my body was shuddering from the rush I was feeling. I kept my hand moving slowly, rubbing my clit with practiced ease. The fire bathed all our bodies with it's wicked little patterns and it's erotic heat. I couldn't see Ann, but suddenly I could hear her, she was talking to someone, but I couldn't see who she was looking at. So I spoke up, "Come on Ann, what are you saying over there?" Ann laughed and then raised her voice. She said, "Now Amy slide two of your little prissy fingers up your slit." I felt a gush between my legs at hearing this nasty talk. "Keep talking Amy, please.", I said. And she raised her voice a little more, "Come on Ann, fuck yourself good, like a good little rich girl. You can do it. Now a third finger, yes there we go, for such a tight little pussy you seem to be having an easy time with just three fingers. Come on Ann, slam those fingers in and out of your pussy." I could feel Courtney watching me and returned her gaze. I looked right into her eyes as I started doing what Ann was telling Amy to do. I slipped three fingers into my pussy and started fucking myself hard. Slamming my hand in and out. I listened to Ann's every word. "Play with your little tight asshole Amy." I glanced over to see that Amy was obeying and I did the same. Taking my other hand, I drew my index finger across my pussy to pick up some KY and pussy juice and then pushing softly on my rosebud. I heard Courtney speak to Amy, then suddenly Amy spoke, "It seems we've got two little horny rich bitches who like to be told what to do. So why don't you to girls take one of those slender little fingers and put it up those tight assholes. Go ahead." I could hear her voice breaking up, like maybe she was being shook by and orgasm of her own. I kept my eyes on Courtney, she was writhing even harder on her sleeping bag. Half her body was now on the ground. She had two fingers working quickly in her slit, moving around and occasionally sinking in. Her nipples were hard and erect, her voluptuous body bucked and shook. Her large breasts were heaving up and down as she sucked in gulps of air. I had managed to keep my body on the sleeping bag, but I was no more in control of my body than Courtney. My body shuddered, my breath was coming in gasps, I moaned loudly everytime Amy prattled off an order. She spoke again, "I want to see if you can get four fingers up those tiny little slits of yours, come on push it there Amy, push it in, ho yess girl, you fuckin horny bitch, you like that don't you?" I don't know about Amy, but I know I LOVED it. I had four fingers, bundled up, pushing in and out of my pussy. Courtney's writhing body in front of me, the orgasmic moans of four other woman. I had died and gone to my own perverse heaven. The inside of Courtney's thighs were gleaming with her own pussy juices. She was bucking and crying, her eyes out of focus, her body covered in sweat, lost completely to a massive orgasm. I heard Amy one last time before tottering over the edge myself, "Now fuck those little assholes while you fuck your pussies. Your not fucking yourself hard enough girls, slam those hands into those pussies. Come on you little rich whores fuck yourselves hard. I want to see a finger in your ass right now Amy." And that was it for me, I drove a slippery finger up my ass, plunged my fingers deep inside my pussy and cried out. My whole body from head to toe shook from the orgasm that hit me. I was slammed down into the sleeping bag by the force of my quaking body. I seemed almost blind for a moment as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. I couldn't breathe, just gasp and cry as I tried to open my eyes. The shudders subsided very slowly, it seemed I writhed and moaned for several minutes after the orgasm had passed. Little after shocks still coursing through my excited flesh. When I did finally look around I saw that everyone had stopped. Four other naked woman gleaming with sex and sweat. Nobody spoke for a long time. And when someone finally did it was Courtney, "I want to do that again and real soon too." We all burst into laughter, there was no doubt in our minds we'd be doing this again. Over the next several years we continued with our jill-off parties. None seemed as romantic or special as that first time around the fire, but each was special in it's own way. Graduation is around the corner for us and whatever happens I will always know that we made the most of our college years.