12. Swimming

(Or: Lookin' Mighty Fine)


Carly's POV:

The water droplets flicked over me as she surfaced from the depths of the ocean. I couldn't help but stare at her raw sexuality. That was until she swam up to me casually and pulled my bikini bottoms down quickly. I squealed and went to yank them up again. Before I could though, she grabbed my hands tightly.

"Let's swim naked," says Sam, deviously.

"What? Sam no!" I reply quickly, covering myself self-consciously. "People will see... us."

"Isn't that the point?"

"No it isn't!"

The girl laughs loudly and picks me up, then throws me over her shoulder carelessly, into the rolling waves. I finally surface and grab my bikini bottoms then swim after her. Pretty soon, we're caught in this game of 'chasey' whilst swimming in the ocean. Sam bobs along with the water's motion. I'm bobbing too. We're moving in sync...

"Oh, oh Sam, faster... faster... FASTER!"

We were moving in sync then too. So we're not exactly what you might call "dating". Actually, we're not even close to that. But we do have sex sometimes. When Sam wants it, we do. Good, old-fasioned, lesbian fucking. It's fun, I admit.

But when I'm alone, I can't stop thinking about it. Sex, I mean. Girl on girl, raunchy sexual activity... that's how it is with Sam. So, when I take a bath, or shower... or I'm in bed by myself... or at school... or at the mall... or on Spencer's couch - so pretty much anywhere at all - I try to finger myself.

It's never the same though.

"Sa-aam, ohh yeah! Oh! Fuck me with your tongue!"

She'd do it too. I wished I could be as brave as Sam sometimes. I could pluck up the courage and say "hey, why don't I eat you out for a change?" or "lean back, spread your legs and let me fuck you senseless!". Oh yeah, she's done that one before.

"Daydream much?" Sam whispers, bobbing close to me.

"What? No." Not much at all...

"Thinking about me?"

"No." Yes.

"You should be."

"I'm not." I am!

"Want me to fuck you when we get back to the beach?"

"Not particularly..." Heck YES. Fuck me, girl. I am craving you...

"We're going to do it anyway, aren't we."

"Yeah." Do me. Do me NOW.

I grab her face and hungrily attack her mouth with my own, biting, sucking and kissing her lips, then around her face and down her neck.

She moans which turns me on. I feel her legs tangle with mine as we keep floating along in the calm ocean. As I kiss her passionately, I feel something pressing against my crotch. It's her knee and it rubs circles around my bikini fabric covered pussy, which is starting to leak by now...Not that you could tell.

Sam knees my crotch a couple of times while our mouths are still attached with each others. Her hands pull at my hips urgently and I moan against her tongue which is now pressed against mine. I reach behind and pull her strings that hold up her bikini top and free her boobs. I lean down and massage them softly then take the nipples in my mouth one at a time, feeling her squirm at the sensation.

My fingers curl around the waist of her bikini bottom. I tug it down slightly and caress her folds. The girl shivers and whines for more... so I give her more.

She bucks as my fingers enter her, quick and hard, over and over and over again... repeatedly. I'm fucking her with three of my fingers by now... yet we're still bobbing around in the ocean.

"Beach. Now." Sam pants into my ear, then swims back to the shore.

I follow.

We both giggle and stumble over to the set up towels and she flops down, and I slide myself onto her stomach making sure my pussy rubs against hers.

I take her bikini bottoms off and she does mine. My legs are spread wide and our pussies rub together frantically. She's panting. I'm panting and sweating, and we're moaning loudly. It's ecstasy.

After I cum onto her pussy, she looks up at me and brushes my lips gently.

"Taste me..." she whispers.

I lean down, kissing her salty, wet skin as I go down further... further... finally I reach her dripping pussy lips. I gingerly press my tongue against her, and she bucks into my face. I cover my lips with her cum, and then move up and kiss her mouth.

"You taste good. Like... salt... I kinda love that," I say, with a smirk.

"I love fucking you." Sam blurts suddenly. "I mean-"

"I love fucking you too," I reply, saving her reputation a bit. "We're good together."