I'll die if I get caught, the teenager thought the concrete was harsh against her bare knees as she waited and hoped that somehow Eric would be able to get his wife to leave the garage and stop asking so many questions. Ginger had her jogging shorts and panties around her ankles. In her haste to hide, she had to hobble to the front of the car with the garments still wrapped tightly around her ankles, not even taking the time to pull them up.
The conversation between Eric and his wife seemed to last an eternity. Ginger was barely breathing, afraid that somehow Eric's wife would be able to hear her.
The girl waited and waited, her heart pounding in her chest. When, at last, Eric practically pushed his wife out of the garage and quickly followed her, Ginger could finally breathe with some small amount of comfort.
At least I haven't been caught yet, thought Ginger as she stood quickly and pulled up her tight-fitting bikini panties. Next the jogging shorts came up her slender legs. With her pussy finally covered, she felt better, though she still had nothing to hide her sweet, pink-nippled tits.
Ginger waited until it was dark before she thought it was safe to leave the garage. The evening was warm, playing a breeze over the teenager's luscious, creamy-textured body.
As her blonde hair fluffed around her cheeks, Ginger stretched her arms skyward. Now that it was dark, she wasn't feeling as paranoid as she had earlier. Instead, Ginger was feeling more daring, more inclined to push the adventure a little further. She didn't just want the evening to end by sneaking home without being seen.
The situation was absolutely ripe for an adventure… and Ginger was determined to make one happen!
Ginger had pulled the garage door open just enough to slide out beneath it. For a moment she got down near the garage on one knee, her bright green eyes shining with excitement as she scanned the shadows, looking for someone who might reveal her identity and location.
Finally certain that nobody had seen her, she stepped into the alley, keeping her gorgeous, nearly-naked body in the shadows as much as possible.
Ginger made her way slowly back to Misty's home. She saw her friend's bedroom light was on. Sneaking up to the window, she peered inside. Misty was alone, sitting cross-legged on her bed, reading a book.
Knocking softly on the window, Ginger got her friend's attention. Misty smiled and slipped off the bed, moving over to the window. When she was close to the window and could look down, her eyes widened when she saw Ginger's naked, firm tits.
"What are you doing?" Misty exclaimed in a whisper. "Ginger, have you lost your mind?"
"No, I've only lost my blouse." Ginger tried to keep the impish grin off her face but couldn't. She was finding this whole experience very, very exciting. "Are you going to help me in or not?"
With Misty's assistance, Ginger crawled through the window and into the bedroom. The moment Ginger was inside, she slipped, off her high-heeled sandals so they wouldn't make any noise when she walked.
She leaned close to Misty – so close her tits were nearly touching her friend's body – and whispered in her ear, "I can't explain what happened right now, but I need to borrow a blouse from you to get home. Is that okay with you?"
Misty nodded her head. The confusion she felt was evident in her deep brown eyes as she looked at Ginger. She quickly found a cotton shirt and gave it to the devilish young blonde.
"Thanks," Ginger said, holding the shirt in her hand. She did not move immediately to put the shirt on, as she had originally planned. "Damn, Misty you wouldn't believe the crazy things that have happened to me today!"
The bedroom door was closed. Ginger took Misty by the shoulders and pushed her so that she was further from the door, almost touching the wall. Ginger leaned closer to her friend – closer than she actually had to.
"I had the most incredible experience," Ginger whispered. There was a strange tingling in her cunt, and Ginger remembered that she hadn't cum when Eric brutally but blissfully fucked her ass. "I did something I've never done before."
Ginger's fingertips gently kneaded Misty's shoulders. There was a look of confusion in Misty's eyes that pleased Ginger.
"And since this is a day for new experiences…" Ginger purred, leaving the sentence teasingly unfinished for the moment. She leaned closer. Her nipples lightly touched the front of Misty's blouse. The contact of tits against tits was electrifying for the lusty blonde girl.
"… I'm going to continue to do new things." Misty hands hung limply at her sides. There was apprehension in her dark brown eyes and she was trembling softly. Ginger had never behaved like this before. Ginger, Misty knew, was a wild, free-spirited girl, but she had never before acted quite this way.
Ginger was frightened that her friend would reject her, but the desire for new experiences, the need to feel young, tender, feminine flesh against her own pushed her on.
"I know you like my brother a great deal." As Ginger spoke, her fingertips caressed Misty's cheeks. Her lips nearly touched Misty's. "And I know that you've been denying yourself the pleasure that you should share with him. But we're going to change that. We're best friends, and we're going to share something very special with each other."
Ginger kissed Misty's narrow mouth very softly. Misty tried to back away, but the wall stopped her from moving very far. She raised her hands to push Ginger away, and when she did she inadvertently placed her hands over Ginger's tits.
"Oh, yesss!" Ginger cooed sultrily, quickly placing her hands immediately over Misty's to keep them on her fiery tits. "I want to feel your hands on me!"
Ginger forced Misty's fingers to press more deeply into her tits. The burning sensation coming from her throbbing nipples was very strong, much stronger than Ginger ever imagined it would be.
"What are you doing?" Misty asked.
Misty's voice trembled as she spoke. She could feel the heat and firmness of Ginger's tits against her palms. The nipples were hard and Misty could tell that her friend was really turned-on. Misty wanted to pull her hands away from Ginger's tits, but she couldn't force her hands to do what her mind commanded.
"I'm going to fuck with you," Ginger replied softly.
Sensing that she did not have much time, thinking that if she ever allowed Misty to ponder what was happening she would try to stop it, Ginger pressed on. When she kissed Misty's luscious, sensual mouth a second time, there was fire in the kiss. Ginger nibbled wildly on Misty's lips, then forced her tongue between her lips and into Misty's mouth.
"Mmmmm!" Ginger moaned, holding Misty's face in her hands as she kissed her hungrily.
Ginger's tongue pushed deep into the teenager's mouth. Their tongues darted together, dancing with one another, tasting and touching, turning each other on.
Misty turned her face away from Ginger. "Stop it," the teenager whispered breathlessly. "Please, Ginger, this isn't the type of friends that we are!"
Ginger was undaunted. She was too lusty, too ready for a new experience to allow Misty hesitation put her off. Her hands slipped down from Misty's face until she tenderly curled her fingers around the luscious swell of her friend's tits. Ginger rubbed her palms against Misty's nipples, and even through her friend's blouse and bra, she could feel her tit-tips were hard and swollen with excitement.
"Don't," Misty whispered. "Please don't!" Ginger kissed the smooth arch of Misty's neck, letting the tip of her tongue play out briefly to taste the silky skin. The taste of Misty inflamed her senses. Baring her teeth, she lightly nipped the skin, making Misty squirm with building passion despite her hesitation.
"Don't fight me on this," Ginger cooed softly, her hands roaming freely over Misty's tits. "You need relief. You need satisfaction. You're no different than I am, Misty, no matter how hard you try to convince yourself otherwise."
Ginger pushed one hand up Misty's blouse. When she touched a tit through the sheer bra, Misty gasped loudly and her body flinched. Ginger placed her mouth over her friend's, kissing her deeply as her fingers played around and over her firm mounds of tit-flesh.
"I never thought I'd ever be able to touch you like this," Ginger purred.
She pinched Misty's nipple through her bra and the brunette's body jerked again at the exciting sensations that jolted her. Ginger slipped her left arm around Misty's neck, forcing her tingling tits to press against Misty's. Ginger kissed Misty's mouth demandingly. At the same time, her right hand went down from the firm tit that warmed her palm to the pleasantly rounded swell of her ass-cheek.
"I want to lick your pussy," Ginger whispered, squeezing her friend's ass. "And I'm going to do that whether you want me to or not!"
With her hands on Misty's shoulders, Ginger sank down to her knees on the bedroom floor, pulling Misty with her. When they were facing the other, both on their knees, Ginger gently but insistently pushed Misty back. Ginger followed her friend's movement and in seconds her body was pressing down upon Misty.
"I've got to taste you," Misty whispered. "I've got to taste every single part of you!"
Ginger pushed Misty's blouse above her tits, then unhooked the clasp of her friend's bra. Very slowly she peeled the bra's cups away from the round, hard-nippled tits. When she saw them, Ginger purred with excitement.
"Lovely," Ginger cooed, then wrapped her lips around Misty's left nipple.
Ginger sucked hungrily on her friend's tits, leaving a moist trail of saliva from one nipple to the other. She enjoyed the fact that Misty's tits were larger than her own, and that her areolas were larger and a darker shade of brown.
As she sucked on the hard, tingling nipples. Ginger's hands were busy unsnapping Misty's jeans and pulling the zipper down. When she had opened the pants sufficiently, she slipped to the side of Misty's body and stuffed her hand inside her tight-fitting jeans.
The heat of Misty's pussy and the moisture of it were evidence of her lust. Feeling that her friend's cunt was hot and wet made Ginger's mind soar with excitement. She worked her fingers inside the elastic waistband of the panties Misty had on, her fingertips pushing through the curly thatch of hair that surrounded her friend's pussy.
"I knew you needed this," Ginger whispered triumphantly, squirming atop Misty's body. "I've got to do this… and Misty, I've never done it before."