Date: Mon, 24 Dec 2012 03:30:33 -0800 (PST)
From: Tori <letoria69@yahoo.com>
Subject: Island Girls Chapter 1

_For those who are unfamiliar with my stories, it's important to know going
in that I don't write pure strokers. It can take a long while to reach the
juicy parts. Before a single boob is exposed, we need to get to know the
characters and their setting, and why the encounters we're reading about
are significant enough to warrant a story. The sexy parts happen when
they're suppose to happen and not a moment sooner. I tend to be very gentle
with my characters. I know them intimately, and I treat them kindly and
with the respect they deserve. Now, if you're still with me after that
little bit of a caution, let's meet four lovely ladies about to enjoy an
unexpectedly wonderful vacation.........Letoria_


FF, ff, flirt, nosex

Island Girls
Part 1


I pulled our car through the open stern of the ferry and parked where I was
directed. The ferry wasn't crowded today. My wife Sarah and I had been
visiting the island for almost a decade, after we discovered it our first
summer together. Some years the cars were packed so closely together that
it was hard to open the car doors enough to squeeze out and get to the
stairs.

Sarah carried our wool blanket, and I carried our shoulder bags. We hurried
up to the open observation deck. A tattered Canadian flag stirred in the
light sea breeze. It was very warm here at the landing, but hard experience
taught us that it was never warm on the open water.

A horn blew and the tail ramp started to lift and close. I took Sarah by
the hand and said, "Come on baby, let's go get a good place to sit." We
found an empty bench behind the boat's superstructure, which gave us some
protection from the breeze. Sarah flapped the blanket open, and we sat
down, snuggling close to each other. She buried her hands under the blanket
and rested her head on my chest just above my breasts.

I smiled at her and bent my head to kiss her lovingly. Even after ten
years, I was passionately in love with her, and still deeply aroused by her
beauty. She's deliciously girlie, with a sleek body, a tight, gorgeous
butt, and long Barbie-doll legs. Her dark blonde hair hangs just beyond her
shoulders, though today she was wearing it up in a loose bun. She has a
delightful, impish smile, especially when she's being naughty. I'm
definitely not a bad looking woman myself, but I'm not in her league. I'm
very proud of the fact that I weigh no more than I did when I graduated
from high school almost twenty-five years ago. I still don't have any gray
streaks in my curly auburn hair, and Sarah tells me I have beautiful
dimples when I smile.

The ferry shuddered and backed out of it's slip. We were off on the ninety
minute crossing. We watched the passengers coming and going, speculating
whether or not it was their first trip to the island. Those without jackets
were almost certainly first-timers. I perked up and took notice when two
young girls came on deck, laughing and chattering with each other like
magpies. They looked to be about 16, and they were both gorgeous in the way
only slim teenaged girls can be. They both had lithe young bodies, and
sweet, perky faces; one had long honey blonde hair, and the other dark
brown hair about the same color as mine piled atop her head. They both wore
short shorts and one piece hoodies. The honey blonde girl was wearing an
orthopedic walking boot, as though she'd broken her ankle or had some sort
of surgery. Uh oh, I thought, they were going to regret those shorts in a
few minutes.

Whatever her disability was, it didn't seem to bother the blonde girl. She
and her friend were bubbly and animated, all touchy and huggy in the way
teenage girls are with their friends. Maybe it was my imagination, but
damn, it looked like there was more than teenage girl BFF affection going
on. When the girl with the boot got up, her friend helped her stand, and
acted like a crutch when she walked.

They went to the rail to take a look, discovered just how cold it was, and
came back to the relative shelter of the bench kitty-corner from us. They
scrunched together against the cold, still giggling and animated. One of
them took out her phone, and they brought their heads together, smiling
brightly, so the girl with the phone – blondie – could take their
picture.

Sarah jabbed me with her elbow. "Look at those two honeys," she said
softly. She knew I had a thing for teenage girls. "Look how cute they are."

I couldn't take my eyes off them. "Cute hell," I said under my
breath. "Those little sweeties are hot!"

"They look like little lezzabelles."

"You think?" I said. Was it possible? Well hell, even if they were, what of
it?

"Oh yeah," Sarah said, eyeing them closely. She's always been better than
me at pickking up on that. "Bet you'd love to get your hands on them. I
know I damn sure would."

"Since when are you interested in robbing the cradle?"

"Since I saw these little hotties."

Sarah didn't lift her head from my chest, so when the girls shyly looked
our way, they clearly saw we were a lesbian couple. Sarah, always bolder
and more willing to take risks than me, smiled brightly at them. The girls
blushed furiously, giggled and self-consciously looked away, but not until
they flashed us sweet, shy smiles.

They both stole looks at us from under their eyelashes. Suddenly, Sarah
lifted her head and pushed her mouth against mine. She caught me by
surprise, but I recovered and got her drift. I kissed her back, savoring
her sweet mouth.

Sarah pulled her lips back, then I slipped in a few wet smacks. We
pretended to be oblivious to the girls. Sarah settled back, smiling up at
me. "I love you," I said, smiling back.

"I love you," she murmured, her eyes sparkling. "You okay if I take a
little risk? Nothing serious."

"You're bad," I whispered with a smile, my way of saying Go for it.

She waited a minute for the girls to digest seeing us kiss so
brazenly. They seemed to snuggle ever closer together, still trying to look
at us secretly. Finally, Sarah raised her voice and said, "You girls look
cold."

They giggled self-consciously, but Miss Brunette answered, "Yeah, it's a
lot colder then we expected. It was really warm when we got on."

"It's always cold out on the water, even if it's hot on land," I said.

"We shoulda worn pants. Or brought a blanket," Blondie said. "No one told
us it'd be cold."

Sarah laughed. "You want to get under our blanket? There's plenty of room."

The girls both covered their mouths and snickered. They looked at each
other as though communicating with their eyes. Then Blondie said,
"Seriously?"

"Yes, seriously," Sarah answered. "We hate to see you freezing."

They looked at each other again, shrugged, and Miss Brunette said, "Sure,
that'd be cool. Or warm," and they both giggled at her small, unintentional
joke.

Sarah slid over so there was a gap between us for the girls to sit. My
heart speeded up and I felt a tightening sensation in my chest. The girls
were clearly a little unsure of themselves, but it seemed natural when they
shifted positions so the blonde girl with the boot sat next to me, and the
auburn haired girl sat next to Sarah. Once wrapped in the blanket, the
girls both cooed their thanks and delight at how much nicer it was all
covered up.

"By the way ladies," I offered. "I guess if we're going to share a blanket,
we probably ought to know each others names. I'm Victoria, but everyone
calls me Vicki, and that's my beautiful wife Sarah, but everyone calls her
Sarah."

They laughed politely at my lame joke, but both girls' eyes
widened. "You're wife?" Blondie said, looking first at Sarah, then me. "You
mean you two are, like, married?" When I looked at her up close, my heart
surged. I could smell the clean scent of her shampoo. Her features were
fine, delicate and lovely, and her wide, guileless hazel eyes were almost
hauntingly beautiful. They were eyes that could freeze me like a deer
caught in the headlights of an oncoming car.

Sarah never missed a beat. "Yup, we've been married three years now, but
we've been together ten."

"Oh wow," Miss Brunette said. "That is so awesomely cool! So, you're
lesbians?"

Blondie kicked her. "Duh! Stupid. What do you think," and they both giggled
and snickered. At last, the blonde girl said, "Oh. I'm Stephanie, and
everybody calls me that or Stephie, and she's Carrie, just don't call her
stupid." Both girls broke into laughter, and they poked at each other
playfully. Oh yes, they were more than just friends, that was obvious.

"She's always picking on me and calling me names," Carrie mock pouted.

Stephie looked at me, and our eyes locked. "It's not true," she said
without looking away from me. "I only tease her when she deserves it."

Hardly believing I was doing it, my heart thudding heavily in my chest, I
put my hand directly on Stephanie's thigh. She kept looking at me, and her
lovely lips flexed in a tiny smile. She subtly, almost imperceptibly nudged
herself a bit closer to me. "What happened to your leg?" I asked, giving
her a soft squeeze.

"I went to step off the bottom stair, and my little brother left a toy
there, and it made my ankle turn. I thought it was just a sprain, but I
hadda have an operation. I only have to wear the boot to walk. I can take
it off when I sit or go to bed. Once I start therapy in a couple of weeks,
I can get rid of the damned thing."

I heard Sarah say, "This has to be your first time on the island. Are you
alone?"

"Well, sorta," Carrie said.

Stephanie turned a little, using it as an excuse to push closer to me, and
said, "My Aunt Cindy owns some cottages she rents out at Miller's Cove,
she's lived there about six years and she's been after me to come over and
visit, since we've never been. So we decided to go ahead and do it before
school starts."

"Yeah," Carrie piped up. "Neither of us has our driver's license –
Stephie was gonna get hers this summer, but she broke her foot and now she
can't until she loses the boot."

"Yeah," Stephie agreed. "Sucks. So my Mom drove us from Fredricksburg and
dropped us off."

I frowned. "Miller's Cove is ten miles from the landing. How are you
getting there?"

"Oh, we got our bags and stuff down in the lounge. Once we can get a signal
on my phone, I'll call Aunt Cindy and she'll come pick us up."

I looked at Sarah and she gave me an almost imperceptible nod. My insides
panged. I couldn't believe what we were about to try. In our ten years
together, we'd never once been with anyone but each other. Sure, we'd
talked about the idea, but we'd never really believed we'd ever do it. Yet
here we were, about to try seducing two teenage girls.

"Hey, I've got an idea," I said, as if the thought just occurred to me. "We
have to drive right by Miller's Cove to get to Wood's Cove. Why don't you
let us give you a ride? Save your aunt a trip all the way in from
Miller's."

Stephie looked over at Sarah and Carrie, then she looked at me, and those
eyes stabbed me like a dagger. A hot wave swished over me, and I felt
dizzy, very dizzy. My chest grew heavy and tight, and for a few seconds, it
was hard to breathe. I felt myself swimming in those eyes. Stephie's
nostrils were flared, her pupils dilated, and her cheeks flushed in spite
of the cold wind. I have no idea how long our eyes were locked on each
other. It felt like hours, and I could have drowned in them for even
longer. It was only when I almost unconsciously started to dip in to kiss
the girl that I caught myself.

My head began to clear and I came back to earth. There was a pained
expression on Stephie's face, as if she knew I came within a whisker of
kissing her and she was disappointed that I stopped. "You guys don't mind?"
she said shyly, looking down at last. "I mean, we, like don't want to put
you to any trouble."

That's when I realized we'd locked eyes for only a few seconds. The
question of bringing them to Stephie's Aunt Cindy's place still hung in the
air. Trying to get a better grip on myself, I smiled and said, "Of course
we don't mind, and it isn't out of our way. Not a bit."

She brought her hand from under the blanket to push her wind tangled hair
away from her face. "OK," she said, "As long as you really don't mind. I'll
call Aunt Cindy and let her know when we get off the boat."

Sarah and Carrie were giggling like kids, playing some silly game like
pat-a-cake with their hands. That's one of the things about Sarah that gets
me so hot, her natural ability to act like a playful young teen. To them,
the ride business was a settled deal as soon as I made the offer. I looked
back at Stephie, and the breeze was whipping strands of her blonde hair in
her face. I brought my hand out and gently pushed it away. "You have
beautiful hair," I said, and indeed she did. Even snarled by the salty air,
it felt like silk.

She smiled shyly. "You're just saying that," she murmured.

"I'm just saying that because it's true," I said with a soft smile. I
allowed myself to stroke my thumb over her temple.

Stephie shuddered at my touch. She looked at me with barely disguised
longing. What on earth was happening? Here was a 16 year old girl I hadn't
known an hour ago, and I was seducing her, and she was acting like it was a
lifelong dream come true. "I think you're so pretty," she said to me, then
looked away.

I laughed and tugged gently on a strand of her hair. "Now it's mine turn to
say, `You're just saying that.'"

She giggled as if she'd been caught doing something childish.
"No. Seriously. It's true. I... I think Sarah's lucky to have a wife as
pretty as you."

Before I could answer, Sarah piped up, "Hey you two rays of sunshine. You
don't have the market on good ideas cornered, Victoria. What about we play
tour guide for our new friends? Get together tomorrow and the four of us
spend the day checking out the island."

The ferry was making the sharp turn to make the final run in to the
landing. I was shocked. We were about to dock and we were so captivated by
the girls that we hadn't noticed a single one of the island's features, so
familiar to us from previous trips. I said, "That sounds like an awesome
idea." God, Sarah and I made a good team.

Stephie's eyes grew wide. "Seriously? You'd do that for us?"

"As long as it's OK with you... and Aunt Cindy."

"Oh, that would be so totally awesome," Stephie bubbled.

A disembodied voice came over the PA announcing, first in English and then
in French, that it was now safe to proceed to the vehicle deck. The four of
us got to our feet. My crotch was wet. I hoped it wasn't too obvious. The
two girls took one end of the blanket, Sarah and I the other so we could
fold it. Sarah, her eyes twinkling impishly, said just loud enough for me
to hear, "I thought for a minute there you were gonna cum."

"So did I sweetie, so did I."

"Oh, you are turning into such a fucking slut in your old age. I'm gonna
have to start keeping a closer eye on you."