Summer Love Chapter 5

  • Posted on April 11, 2018 at 10:19 am

by callmeQ67

“Would you mind if I kissed you?”

Thirteen-year-old Kristen Hayes was surprised but secretly overjoyed by this question from her best friend.

“Cause when Ryan Harrington kissed me last weekend at Ashley’s party I don’t think he did it right,” Courtney had gone on to explain.

“And you think I could do better?” Kristen had answered. “I’ve never kissed anyone in my life.”

Courtney smiled. “Well then, we should practice. Don’t you want to know what to do when a boy kisses you for the first time?”

Kristen had little interest in kissing boys, but any excuse for kissing her best friend was okay with her. So they had kissed, slowly, tentatively, experimentally, with lots of giggles, but after a while, as they got more comfortable, they began to kiss passionately, like a pair of lovers in a movie. When Courtney’s tongue slipped into her mouth, Kristen thought she might die from happiness.

Over the past year, Kristen had come to realize that her feelings for Courtney were more than ordinary friendship. Just seeing her face made Kristen’s heart beat faster. When Courtney touched her casually she felt a wave of excitement ripple across her skin, and hot blood pulsed in her pussy. But that kiss confirmed the feeling that had been growing inside her. Kristen knew then that she didn’t want a boyfriend. She wanted Courtney.

She loved everything about that kiss, the feel of soft lips and wet slippery tongue, the smell of skin and saliva, the arms around her neck, the warmth of her friend’s body, the little ‘mmmm’ sounds Courtney made, like she was eating a really yummy dessert. Kristen wanted it to go on forever.

But Courtney had broken it off when she realized they were getting carried away, grinding the crotches of their jeans against each other. They had laughed nervously, knowing something amazing had just happened, but not understanding quite what it was.

That was nearly two months ago, just before school let out for the summer. Just as their kissing ‘practice’ had brought them closer than ever, something had happened to drive Courtney away.

Living only a few doors from each other, the two girls had been best friends since the first grade. But now they hadn’t spoken in weeks because Courtney never seemed to have time. She was always working at her lifeguard job or taking her bike on mysterious errands that lasted all afternoon. Strangest of all, yesterday she was picked up in a stretch limo and didn’t come back for hours and hours.

Her best friend seemed to be avoiding her, and Kristen was determined to find out why. On a hot Wednesday in August, she marched up the front steps of Courtney’s house and rang the doorbell. She knew that Courtney’s mom would be at work in the city. Her friend came to the door wearing boxer shorts and a ribbed white tank top, her hair wild and uncombed.

“Hi,” said Courtney, her voice gravelly with sleep. “Come on in.”

“Hi. Did I get you up?”

“Well, yeah. What time is it anyway?”

“Sorry. It’s almost noon, I thought you’d be up,” said Kristen. “You never used to sleep late.” She followed Courtney into the kitchen.

“Um… well, I was really tired last night.”

“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about. I saw you get in that limo yesterday and then you didn’t come back until late… What’s going on? I never see you anymore.” Kristen blurted out the words, surprised by her own directness.

Courtney poured herself a glass of orange juice and looked at her friend. What would Kristen think if she told her the truth? How could I explain the events of last night? An image popped into her head of Mrs. Fazio’s hairy cunt and of her own hand slipping into that juicy wet hole”

“Kristy… I’m sorry I haven’t been a very good friend this summer. There’s a lot going on and it’s kind of hard to explain… Oh, God, you’re going to think I’m a terrible person.” She suddenly looked as if she might cry.

Kristen wrapped her arms around Courtney and hugged her tight.

“I’m your best friend,” she said gently. “There’s nothing you can say that would make me think you’re a bad person.”

She looked into Courtney’s eyes.

“You’re not into drugs, are you? Are you smoking crack? Shooting heroin? Crystal meth?”

Courtney laughed. “No, it’s nothing like that. I’m fine, I promise.”

She studied Kristen’s face. This was her best friend and she didn’t want to lose her. There was no way she would be okay with the scene at Melinda’s house… Would she? Letting her into this new world would be a terrible risk. Kristen had never indicated that she liked girls. Except for that night they had kissed.

“Look,” she began. “I don’t think I can put it into words. It’s just too complicated. Maybe I could show you instead.”

“Courtney! You’re scaring me! Why can’t you?”

But Courtney interrupted. “Come with me this afternoon, okay? There’s someone I want you to meet.”

An hour later the two thirteen-year-olds were riding their bikes through a quiet suburban neighborhood.

Kristen noticed that the houses were getting bigger and farther apart, the traffic non-existent. She followed Courtney up the drive of a modern house surrounded by huge old maples and oaks. There was a truck parked on the grass with Artie’s Landscaping stencilled on its side.

Just as the girls were dismounting from their bicycles, three men appeared from behind the house wearing dirty work clothes and boots. Two looked like university students on summer break and the third was older, probably in his forties. All three looked very fit, with powerful arms and shoulders.

The men were laughing and the two student types were giving each other a high five. When he spotted the girls, the older man smiled at them.

“Hello there,” he said. “Are you here to sell Girl Scout cookies?”

“Ha, that’s funny,” said Courtney in her best deadpan. “We’re friends of Mrs. Lunsford.”

“I bet you are,” he said, his eyes roving over the girls’ bodies. “I bet you are. She’s out by the pool. It’s just down this path and through the gate.”

“Thanks,” said Courtney. “I know where it is.”

As they turned the corner, Kristen noticed that the men were still ogling them. She heard one of them say, “I wouldn’t mind a bite of their cookies.”

“Ew,” said Kristen. “Did you see the way those creeps were staring at us?”

“I didn’t mind,” Courtney said. “I thought the two younger ones were kinda hot.”

Kristen could only shake her head in disgust.

The pool area was beautifully decorated with flowering vines and hand-painted Mexican tiles, and Kristen was impressed in spite of her misgivings. Courtney had told her very little, only that she had made a friend at the country club and that she was older but very cool.

“Hello, Courtney,” came a voice from the shade of a wisteria-covered arbor. “Who’s your friend?”

“Hi, Mrs. Lunsford. This is my best friend, Kristen. I hope you don’t mind that I brought her along.”

The girl with Courtney was slender with long blonde hair. A real stunner, thought Melinda. She admired Kristen’s pretty face and fair skin, which seemed to glow in the afternoon sun.

Kristen stepped out of the bright sunlight and saw an attractive woman reclining on a chaise longue, cigarette in hand. She noticed an ice bucket, a cocktail shaker and a glass of some greenish concoction on a table. She noticed that the woman’s body was shiny with sun lotion, and that she had a nice smile and very white teeth. She noticed that the woman had no tan lines on her body and had full, round breasts. Both of these facts were inescapable because the woman was completely nude.

“Hello, Kristen, how nice to meet you. What has Courtney told you about me?”

“Um, not much. Just that she met you at the club and that you’re really awesome.”

“High praise, indeed,” said Melinda, smiling. “Courtney, why haven’t you told me about your lovely friend?”

“I did tell you about her,” said Courtney, a little defensively. “A couple of weeks ago when you asked me… uh…”

“Yes? Asked you what?”

“You asked me if I’d ever kissed a girl before.”

“Oh! You’re that Kristen, are you?”

Kristen felt the flush of blood rising up her neck and face and knew she had turned crimson. How could Courtney have told this stranger her most cherished secret?

“Oh look, she’s blushing. How adorable,” said Melinda. “You enjoyed that kiss didn’t you, Courtney?”

“Yeah,” Courtney said, “a lot.” She flashed a grin at Kristen, who was staring at her open-mouthed.

“Why don’t you kiss her again,” said Melinda, “and see if it’s as good as you remember.”

Courtney turned and looked into her friend’s eyes.

“This is crazy!” Kristen began. “Do you really think I’m going to…”

Courtney put a finger to Kristen’s lips.

“Shhh,” she said, softly.

Kristen had been waiting for two months to kiss her friend again, but she didn’t imagine it like this. Not in front of a woman she had just met! But the look on Courtney’s face pushed her objections to the background. Her eyes were full of such longing that Kristen’s defences crumbled.

The instant their lips touched the rest of the world ceased to exist. All the suppressed desire for her friend flooded Kristen’s body as they kissed deeply, hungrily, and she knew this was right. This was what she’d been wanting. This was what was missing from her life.

She held Courtney’s face in both hands as they kissed, then ran her fingers through her friend’s thick chestnut tresses. It was so good to finally touch her this way, like a lover, that she almost forgot Melinda was watching. Courtney’s hands were inside her t-shirt caressing the skin of her back and sides, and every touch fuelled a need that threatened to consume her.

Kristen had no idea how long they kissed, but at last Melinda spoke and brought her back to reality… a new, altered reality.

“Let’s have a look at her, Courtney,” Melinda said. “Take off her clothes.”

They broke off their kiss, panting with desire. Courtney grabbed the hem of Kristen’s t-shirt and started to lift.

“I’m so fucking hot for you, Kristy.”

“Courtney, I… “

“Do you want me?” Courtney asked her friend. “Because I’ve wanted you for so long.”

Kristen could only gaze at her friend in wonder. This was her fantasy come true. She couldn’t speak, but raised her arms over her head to help Courtney remove her t-shirt. Under it she wore a rather conservative bikini top.

“You have such beautiful skin,” said Courtney, running her hands over her friend’s body.

Melinda couldn’t agree more. Kristen had a creamy white complexion with hints of pink.

Kristen turned self-conscious again when Courtney began to undo her bra. While her friend had developed boobs and hips in the past year, Kristen’s body was still skinny and straight. Her breasts were slight mounds, little more that the suggestion of breasts, capped with pale cone-shaped aureoles. She clutched the loosened bra to her chest.

“Don’t be shy,” said Melinda. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”

“Yeah,” Courtney said, trying to pull her hands away. “I wanna see your boobs, too.”

“What boobs?” said Kristen, giving in. “I haven’t got anything compared to you.”

“Oh!” Courtney said, fastening her hands to Kristen’s chest. “These are pretty!”

Kirsten’s big puffy nipples were very sensitive, and she gasped as Courtney twisted them. A jolt of electricity shot straight to her cunt, making it throb.

Her experienced friend licked one of Kristen’s nipples then blew on it, watching it harden. She sucked it between her lips and nipped it gently with her teeth.

Kristen whimpered with pleasure.

“Oh, Courtney,” she said as her friend repeated the process on her other breast.

“Mmm, yummy,” said Courtney smiling, and the two friends kissed some more.

“I wanna touch your boobs, too,” said Kristen as she tugged at her friend’s t-shirt. Courtney was wearing a robin’s egg blue bikini top, and it contrasted nicely with her sun-browned skin.

“Wow,” Kristen said. “I think your boobs are even bigger than the last time I saw you.”

Courtney smiled and turned around so her friend could untie the strings that held her top in place. When she turned back Kristen could only stare speechless at the sight of Courtney’s sensational C-cup tits. Courtney laughed at her reaction.

“You can touch them, you know,” she said. “Or do you just wanna look at them all day?”

Kristen cupped the perfect titties in her hands and squeezed gently. “Oh, my God!” she said. “They’re amazing!”

Courtney laughed again. “You can squeeze them harder if you want. Go ahead and play with them.”

Kristen made them wobble and bounce in her hands, and both of them giggled like… well, like thirteen-year-old girls. Kristen shifted her attention to Courtney’s hard nipples, and remembering what Courtney had done she licked and blew on them, watching as the delicate flesh crinkled.

“Now suck on them,” Courtney said.

“Like that?” Kristen said a minute later, looking up at her friend.

“That’s perfect. Now bite them a little. Yeah… Harder… Oh, fuck, yes.”

A moment later Courtney raised her friend’s head and kissed her again. “Let’s get these off,” she said, unbuttoning Kristen’s denim cut-offs. “I’m going to make you feel things you never even imagined.”

Kristen’s shorts were lowered to reveal her bikini bottoms, which were a little loose on her slim hips.

Courtney knelt at her feet, smiling up at her. “These too,” she said, hooking her fingers in the elastic waistband. “Beautiful,” Courtney said, seeing her friend’s pussy up close for the first time. “Like a ripe peach.”

Kristen’s labia were rosy pink in contrast to the white of her thighs and belly. There was almost no hair, just a bit of blonde fuzz at the top of her mound.

“Lie down,” Courtney said, pushing her friend back onto the cushioned lounge chair next to Melinda’s. She pushed Kristen’s legs apart and knelt between them.

The blonde teenager sighed as two soft hands stroked the skin of her inner thighs, touching her in a way that no one had ever done before. Then Courtney’s lips were pressed to her tender flesh, giving her goose bumps.

“Oh!” Kristen gasped as her best friend licked the hollow place at the top of her thigh.

Courtney smiled up at her and licked the other side.

A finger slid gently up and down Kristen’s tight slit until it began to open like a flower. Her breathing grew quick and shallow, and her mouth was suddenly dry. The finger dipped deeper between her puffy labia, finding her opening. Kristen felt the need rising inside her, building momentum like a train gathering speed.

“You’re so wet,” said Courtney, slathering her friend’s slick natural lube over her vulva until everything glistened with pussy honey.

“So pretty,” Courtney said, kissing the blood-engorged lips. “And so sweet.”

Kristen looked down wide-eyed as her friend’s tongue slipped between her pink folds. She couldn’t believe this was happening. Her fantasies had always been rather vague and involved lots of kissing and touching, but she had never gone so far as to imagine her friend’s beloved face between her legs. The sight alone was incredibly arousing, and the fact that she was actually licking her most intimate place was so far beyond anything she had dreamt.

“Oh Courtney,” she said. “That feels so good.”

Courtney looked up at her with a wicked gleam in her eye. “I’m just getting started,” she said.

The brunette teen circled her friend’s clit then plunged her tongue as deeply as she could into Kristen’s little fuck hole. When she started to lick Kristen’s pussy slowly from bottom to top, her friend’s hips began to move to the same rhythm.

The life Kristen had known faded away as her need continued to grow, the train now running downhill and out of control.

Kristen was in another world, completely unaware that she was humping her best friend’s face. She no longer cared who was watching.

“Oh, God… Oh, my God… Oh, please, Courtney,” she begged, “I’m almost there… ”

As Kristen’s pelvis moved faster and faster, Courtney hooked her arms around Kristen’s thighs and spread her labia with her fingers, pulling the hood back from her clit. She lapped at the little pink pleasure button as Kristen’s hips rose off the cushion, pressing herself urgently into Courtney’s mouth.

Enormous waves of pleasure crashed over the willowy blonde lifting her up, higher and higher, as bursts of color and light went off in her head. She came with a strangled cry, her hands grasping fistfuls of Courtney’s dark hair. At last she fell back to earth, limp and exhausted. Her clit became unbearably sensitive and Courtney raised her head just as Kristen could stand no more.

Courtney grinned and brushed a lock of hair from Kristen’s sweaty face.

“Was that okay?” she asked.

Kristen smiled weakly, nodding.

“So… ” Courtney began, “you’re not too freaked out? Are we still friends?”

“Oh, my God, yes!” said Kristen. “You’re my best friend! You’ll always be my best friend!”

“You’re so awesome!” Courtney said, kissing her friend, her lips wet with girl juice. “We’re going to have so much fun together.”

The two teens smiled happily at each other.

“I hate to break up this little love fest,” said Melinda.

Kristen turned in her direction. She had almost forgotten the older woman was there.

“But don’t you think it’s time you returned the favor, Kristen?”

The two girls looked at each other and giggled when Courtney raised her eyebrows comically.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to,” she whispered.

“I want to,” said Kristen. “I want to make you feel good.”

Courtney smiled and kissed her again before stripping off her shorts and bikini bottom. She knelt, straddling Kristen’s head.

The skinny blonde marveled at her best friend’s sex, so different from her own. The hair was dark and there was more of it, mostly at the top of her mound and in wispy trails along her slit. Then there were the thick pulpy inner lips that protruded from the swollen outer lips, like a huge wad of well-chewed pink bubble gum. She could smell her friend’s arousal.

“Courtney,” she said, “I’ve never done this before … “

“Don’t worry. Just do whatever would feel good to you. I’ll love it.”

Kristen touched her friend’s pussy tentatively. The sticky, curled inner lips were folded together and she worked them apart with a finger, finding the slippery channel between them. She used the juice to paint Courtney’s vulva, and pulled back the folds to expose her clit, tickling it gently.

“Mmm, that’s good,” Courtney said. “Now lick it.”

Kristen stuck out her tongue and tasted another girl’s pussy for the first time. She found that it was both tangy and sweet, and she began to kiss it much as she had French kissed her pretty friend’s mouth. Encouraged by Courtney’s girlish cries of pleasure, she explored the shapely brunette’s lavish pink womanhood with her tongue, probing the crevices, tracing the edges of the thick flaps and even sucking them into her mouth.

Courtney was moving her hips and Kristen tried to match the rhythm. “Yes, like that!” said Courtney. “Right there! Lick my clit!”

Kristen grabbed her friend’s bouncing butt and held on as Courtney rode her face. Holding her tongue flat, she let Courtney slide her vulva up and down on it, bruising her lips and spreading cream from her nose to her chin.

“Oh, fuck, yes!” Courtney squealed a moment later. “Oh, Kristy, I’m coming! Don’t stop! I’m coming!”

Her high-pitched shrieks were music to Kristen’s ears. She drank up the flowing nectar and held onto Courtney’s hips as the brunette’s muscles shook spasmodically.

Courtney collapsed on top of her friend’s slim body, her face resting on one of Kristen’s thighs.

“Well, Courtney,” said Melinda, “did your little friend please you?”

“Oh, my gosh, yes,” said Courtney. “She made me come so good.”

“Then it seems she has potential. But let’s leave her for now. Watching you two has got me in a lather. It’s time for you to get over here now,” said Melinda coldly, “and satisfy me.”

Kristen was shocked at the older woman’s tone. It sounded more like an order than a request. Melinda leaned back imperiously in her chaise, her legs crossed at the ankle, a drink in one hand. The blonde teenager had to admit she was attractive, with her smart hairstyle and shapely figure. Her breasts, in particular, were magnificent.

Courtney knelt on the lounger at Melinda’s feet.

“Yes, come and get it honey,” said the older woman, spreading her legs.

The little brunette noticed that there was a huge wet spot on the cushion under Melinda’s crotch, and her shaved pussy and upper thighs were slick with residue.

Even as her nose picked up a new scent and her tongue a foreign taste, Courtney didn’t stop to ask why.

With both hands gripping the teen’s hair, Melinda pressed Courtney’s mouth tight to her dripping cunt.

“Oh, fuck yes,” she said, her head rolling back in rapture. “Drink it up, Courtney.”

She loved the sight of the teenager’s pretty face between her legs almost as much as she enjoyed what the girl was doing with her trained tongue.

“Fuck, yes,” she said again.

Using Courtney’s face like a masturbation device, Melinda rubbed it up and down, back and forth over her slimy gash.

Abruptly, Melinda raised Courtney’s head. The pretty brunette gasped for breath, her face covered with slippery juices.

“Courtney,” she said, “tell your friend what you are to me.”

Courtney tried to turn away but Melinda held her fast.

“Go on, tell her,” insisted the older woman.

“I’m your fuck toy,” said Courtney softly, her eyes downcast.

“Look at me and speak up,” said Melinda. “I couldn’t hear you.”

Courtney looked at Melinda with her big brown eyes. “I’m your fuck toy,” she said again.

“Yes, you are,” said Melinda. “Now eat my cunt like a good little fuck toy.”

She sighed as Courtney went back to sucking her gooey snatch.

The older woman turned to see Kristen’s reaction.

The slender teen had a look of horror on her face… but her hand was between her legs, rubbing her fuzzy blonde mound.

“Kristen,” she said. “Did you happen to see some men leaving when you arrived?”

“Um … yeah. I didn’t like the way they looked at us.”

“They may be cretins,” said Melinda with a corrupt smile. “But I highly recommend Artie and his crew. They sure know how to treat their customers.”

She looked down at Courtney’s face between her widespread legs.

“Yes, my love,” she said. “All three of those big oafs fucked my hot little pussy. You just gobbled up three loads of man cum. Does that make you feel dirty?”

Courtney looked stricken. “I thought… I thought you… “

“You thought what? You thought I loved you? I do love you, my sweet little girl. Is that what you wanted to hear? Good, now keep eating my cunt,” she said, pushing Courtney’s face back to her sloppy fuck hole. “You thought I only liked girls? Well, I do prefer girls, but there are times when a hard cock can be useful. Sometimes,” she laughed, “even two or three hard cocks.”

“Kristen,” said Melinda, turning to her again. “Do you think Courtney looks sexy eating my cunt?”

Kristen could only nod in agreement. “Come here and let me get a better look at you.” Standing as if in a trance, Kristen was still trying to absorb what she’d seen and heard. Fuck toyCourtney? Her gorgeous, independent-minded best friend was this woman’s fuck toy?

As she considered, the wealthy blonde wife’s hands roamed over her slim body, pausing to squeeze her aching nipples. Courtney watched as Melinda explored her recently innocent friend’s most private places. Cupping the child’s nearly hairless peach, her fingers sought out the juicy insides. Kristen let out a gasp.

“Oh my,” said Melinda. “Another virgin.” She licked Kristen’s honey from her fingers. “You’re delicious,” she said. “Climb up here so I can eat you.”

The slender blonde didn’t know what to think. Part of her was appalled that Courtney would submit to this woman’s perverse will. But at the same time she had never been so turned on in her life. Her pussy was throbbing with need. She knelt astride Melinda’s head, her own face next to Courtney’s.

Thirteen-year-old Kristen nearly sobbed with joy as Melinda’s tongue parted her pink folds.

Courtney raised her head from her lover’s swampy shaved cunt to kiss her best friend.

Kristen fell into that kiss… down, down into a deep black sensory-filled ocean where nothing mattered but Melinda’s tongue in her sex and Courtney’s tongue in her mouth. Everything else was forgotten. The euphoria was absolute, better than any drug. When she came screaming into Courtney’s mouth, Kristen knew that she would do anything to have that feeling again.

* * *

Friday night, and the two girls were at Courtney’s house doing each other’s makeup. Melinda had told them to ‘look slutty’ so they were using eyeliner, mascara and lots of dark eye shadow. Neither of them was normally allowed to wear makeup, and their mothers would have been shocked and outraged to see them this way.

When they were finished they put on the clothes that Melinda had bought for them: matching white blouses and short pleated skirts, white knee socks and black mary janes, lacy white thongs, no bras.

“Oh, my God,” said Kristen. “You look like a hooker! A really expensive hooker,” she added.

“Thanks a lot,” Courtney giggled. “Here, let me give you some lip gloss.”

Kristen pouted as her friend painted her lips.

“You look gorgeous,” said Courtney. “Like a cover model.”

The doorbell rang.

“That’s Mrs. Lunsford,” said Courtney. “Right on time.”

The girls ran downstairs and opened the front door.

It was not Melinda Lunsford, but her friend Brooke Leslie instead. At nearly six feet tall, she was an intimidating presence, even more so now wearing combat trousers, combat boots and a black leather jacket.

Courtney was a little afraid of her ever since Brooke had tied Courtney to her own bed, blindfolded her, and forced her to do unspeakable things.

“Hello, girls,” she said. “Mrs. Lunsford says she’s sorry she can’t be here, but she’ll meet up with us later.” Ignoring the teenagers’ obvious concern, Brooke said, “You two look great. Let’s get going.”

The girls got into the back seat of Brooke’s Mercedes.

“Everything’s cool with your parents, right?” asked the tall butch lesbian. “You can stay out all night?”

“Yeah,” Courtney said. “My mom thinks I’m sleeping over at Kristen’s house and her parents think she’s sleeping at my house.”

“What if they check?”

“They never do,” said Kristen. “We stay at each other’s houses all the time.”

The three rode in silence for a few minutes.

“Um … “ began Courtney hesitantly, “can you explain again what tonight is all about?”

“Sure. There’s a big fundraising event for Melinda’s alma mater. A lot of her old friends will be there. She just wants to show you off a little, then she’ll take you to her place to have some fun.”

“And that’s why we had to dress like this?”

“That’s right,” said Brooke. “It’s kind of a silly thing. You know, to make her friends jealous.”

“And you think we’ll make her friends jealous?” asked Kristen.

Brooke grinned at her in the mirror. “You sure will, honey. You sure will.”

A minute late Brooke parked the car on a busy urban street. She turned to face the girls. “There’s just one more thing we need to complete your outfits,” she said. “Here, put these on.”

She handed each girl what appeared to be a dog collar.

Courtney looked at the thing in her hand like it was a snake about to bite her. Made of black leather about an inch wide, it was indeed a collar with the words ‘FUCK TOY’ emblazoned on it in shiny chrome letters. Kristen’s was the same. The girls looked at each other in shock.

“Mrs. Lunsford really expects us to wear these?” Courtney said. “In public?”

Brooke exploded. “You’re goddamned right she expects you to wear them! This night is very important to her. If you’re going to fuck it up then I’d better take you home right now. I’ll tell her you don’t want to see her anymore.”

“Okay, okay,” said Courtney. “If it’s that important to her.”

She and Kristen reluctantly helped each other buckle the collars around their pretty necks. They got out of the car and started walking, while trying to ignore the stares of people heading to the area’s many bars and restaurants. They bristled at the catcalls and lewd comments from men, and blushed with shame as they passed a family with two young daughters about their age.

“Here we are,” said Brooke, stopping in front of an especially raucous tavern. There was a female bouncer at the door checking the IDs of a group of college girls. This can’t be right, thought Courtney. She was expecting a fancy restaurant or banquet hall.

“Well, well,” said the bouncer, eyeing Kristen and Courtney.

The bouncer was rather stout, and wore a leather vest that showed her muscular, tattooed arms. Her eyebrow was pierced, as was her nostril and her lower lip. Her hair was very short, and a tattoo of a dragon climbed from her breast and wrapped around her neck.

“You’ve outdone yourself, Brooke. Do your little fuck toys have ID?”

“They’re both eighteen,” said Brooke. “I can vouch for them.”

“Sure they are,” said the bouncer. She sighed as Brooke slipped her a one-hundred dollar bill. “You better keep them out of trouble.”

“Don’t worry,” said Brooke. “But just to be sure nothing happens, maybe you should lock the door and come in with us.” She lowered her voice, but not enough to prevent the two girls from hearing. “You don’t want to miss this,” she said.

With that, she pushed the two frightened thirteen-year-olds into the bar.

Continue on to Chapter 6

1 Comment on Summer Love Chapter 5

  1. z says:

    I like a little dom/sub stories every once in a while, but until Melinda became a bitch and bossed around Courtney in her best friends face was a big turnoff for me, I’d like to see this story kind of go in a different direction, because that one line “Yes I love you, is that what you wanted to hear?” that was just not sexy. Sometimes I get turned on if I’m reading a dom/sub story, but only if I’m in the mood and I was not in the mood for Melinda’s bitchiness, the funny thing is I knew a Melinda that lived down the road from me and she was a bitch too, I’d like to see Melinda change and become a little more caring. Maybe get slapped by Kristen.

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