Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 126(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 126(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Finally, Romy emerges from the bathroom, and I gasp a bit because my friend isn’t leaving anything to the imagination. She’s wearing a bra and thong set that definitely can’t pass as pajamas. They’re made of a sheer, rose-colored lace that complements her peaches and cream collection, while also highlighting her big, Double D tits and narrow waist. The gossamer strap of the thong is buried deep between her ass cheeks so that you can’t even see it, and she’s got her blonde hair prettily arranged in loose waves about her shoulders.
“I thought it would be more comfortable this way,” she coos at George before throwing a wink at me and Stan. “It’s hot in this cabin!”
That’s true. The summer night is sweltering, and we’ve got both windows open, although it doesn’t seem to help much. The air is muggy and moist, almost dripping with anticipation. Yet, Romy acts like nothing is awry and sashays over to the bed before lifting the blanket and getting into bed.
“Oooh, the sheets are cold!” she squeals before snuggling up against George. “You’ll have to keep me warm, Daddy.”
With that, Stan shoots me a look that’s almost a glare. His blue eyes burn with icy heat, and I can see a dark flush on those high cheekbones. But without another word, he snaps off the cabin lights using the switch by his side of the bed, and the entire room descends into darkness. There’s a bit of moonlight coming in from the window by Romy and George, but it isn’t much. We can’t see anything, and I settle further into my pillow even though my eyes are wide open.
My entire body hums because are we supposed to fall asleep just like this? It seems practically impossible, given the sexual tension blanketing all four of us like a mysterious fog. Not only that, but before we left for Camp Cheer, Romy told me that she was going to be sneaking off every night in order to spend time with George. So what happens now that sneaking off is unnecessary?
I wait breathlessly, clutching the sheet up to my chin. I can feel the bulk from Stan’s massive body next to me radiating heat, although of course, we don’t touch. He yawns, stretches a bit, and then settles down as his breathing becomes deep and even. That’s it? Really? He’s not turned on by the awareness of two nubile teen girls sleeping just a few feet away?
Not only that, but after some muted rustling from the other side of the room, Romy and George seem to get into comfortable positions and drop off to sleep as well. It’s silent from their side of the cabin, and I can hardly believe it. Is everyone really slumbering? It seems difficult to believe as I continue to lie in place, stiff as a board with my eyes wide-open and unseeing. Damn. Camp Cheer is definitely turning out to be different from what I thought.
But then I hear it. There’s a soft gasp and then a quiet, mewling moan. My ears perk as I catch a bit of movement from the other side of the room. Some heated whispering ensues, and then there’s the unmistakable squeak of the mattress. Romy lets out another little sigh as a wet lapping sound begins to sound in the cabin, discreet but definitely there.
I squint over at their side of the room, but it’s too dark and I can’t make out much. Then, the clouds outside shift a bit, and a shaft of moonlight penetrates through the window for just a moment, illuminating their forms. Sure enough, Romy’s breasts are bare and her eyes closed. Her back arches as George nurses at one of her big tits and she sighs blissfully, running her hands through his dark hair.
“Oh yes, Daddy,” she moans in a quiet voice. “Just like that.”
“You like it, don’t you baby girl?” he asks in a low thrum. “You like it when Daddy kisses and licks these creamy tits.”
She giggles again, arching her back even more, before the giggle morphs into another melodious moan. Holy shit, is this really happening? Are Romy and George really having sex not fifteen feet away? Meanwhile, what’s Stan doing? But the man next to me seems to be sound asleep, and he’s completely unmoving. In fact, Stan lets out a low snore then, although it’s more of a growl.
But I lie awake, my eyes wide open as Romy and George continue to go at it. Sure enough, soon George has moved to her other breast, lapping at the stiff pink peak before pulling off with an audible pop.
“Take off your panties, sweetheart,” he breathes against Romy’s creamy skin. “Let Daddy see that juicy pussy that I’ve been dying to kiss.”
There’s some rustling from the other side of the room as Romy does as she’s told, giggling softly, and then she lies back and lifts her knees up. I can see the faint outline of her knees as she holds them apart and back for her stepfather’s inspection.