
Angie and Betsy
Chapter 1:  Nice Day for a Swim
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   Angie got a blue bike for her eleventh birthday and
loved riding it around the town. Her parents had a lot of
trust in her and let her go wherever she wanted, as long as
she was home by dinnertime.
   On this ride, she and her best friend, Betsy were going
down to a small lake to go swimming. She was meeting Betsy
there and was so excited since this was the first day since
the last year that the weather was warm enough to actually
swim. She was also excited because she had recently bought
a new sexy two-piece black bathing suit. It was the first
two-piece suit her mom had bought for her because her
mother thought a one-piece was more fitting for a
"young girl" and since she had started her period last
month, her mother no longer considered her a young girl,
but instead a "young woman."
   She noticed that Betsy wasn't there as she parked her
bike and found a nice spot near the water. She enjoyed the
whole environment of this particular part of the lake with
all of the trees around her. She felt safe and secluded
around there and laid out her towel and undressed down to
her bikini before laying on her towel and taking in the
rays of the sun.
   About five minutes later she heard her friend come down
the path. "Hey Betsy!" Angie called out when she came into
view. Betsy stopped her bike near where Angie's bike was
and walked over to her friend.
 "You want to go swimming?" Betsy asked dropping her towel
right next to Angie. She had started puberty two years
before her friend and her body showed it. When Betsy
stripped down to her pink bikini, it was obvious how much
bigger she was than Angie.
   The two girls ran into the water and started splashing
and swimming around like the girls they were. After about
a half an hour, they got out and laid out on their towels.
"Angie," Betsy said rolling over to her best friend, "We've
been friends for years, right?"
 "Yeah." Angie answered still not moving from her back.  "Why?"
 "Because last week, our family went down to a special
beach in Florida where nobody wears clothes."
   She paused, waiting for Angie to react, but all she got
was a look from her and a "Yeah."
 "And I want to share with you a special feeling that I
experienced down there. If it's OK with you, I am going to
tan naked." She was so nervous saying this to her friend
that it showed in her voice.
 "Hey, we've seen each other naked before, why not?" Betsy
removed her top as Angie watched. "I wish I could have
breasts your size." Angie commented when she saw her
friend's larger tits freed from their suit. "Mine are
still so small."
 "Why don't you join me in getting an all over tan." Betsy
asked of her more prudish friend. "We're the only ones out
here." For the past year, Betsy has been getting strange
feelings about her best friend and she now had to see her
friend's naked body. 
   Angie thought about it for a moment. "Sure, why not.
It's just you and me." She removed her top and placed it
next to her towel. Betsy took in her friend's growing tits
and admired them for being smaller than hers. Betsy next
removed her bottoms and placed them next to her top. Angie
looked at her friend and noticed a difference from last
time she saw her naked. "Hey!  What happened to your pubic
hair?" Angie asked surprised to see Betsy's bald cunny.
 "I shaved it." she said matter-of-factly. "I think it just
looks better this way."  She said as she showed it off to
Angie.
 "Cool."  Angie exclaimed seeing her friend's newly bare
pussy, "It makes you look younger."
   Betsy rubbed her hand over her hairless mons, "Yeah.
And it feels smoother, too." Angie made no comment to that
and felt that since Betsy was naked, she would go naked,
too. She removed her bottoms and sat there as the two
friends looked over the other's nakedness. Angie was
getting a weird feeling and laid down on her stomach with
Betsy following. Nothing was said for the next couple of
minutes as both girls just soaked in the sun. Betsy knew
that if she didn't say something soon, her opportunity with
Angie would be over.
 "Angie, how often do you think about kissing boys?" Betsy
started with innocent talk first.
 "I don't know.  Every once in a while, I guess.  Why do you
ask?"
 "Have you ever wondered what it was like to kiss a boy?"
Betsy now turned onto her side to better talk with her best
friend. Angie kept on looking down at her newly shaven
pussy.
 "I guess so." Her eyes were bouncing between Betsy's face
and crotch and Betsy was very much aware of it.
 "I've been wondering about that a lot lately." Now for
her move, "And I am curious about what it would be like to
kiss someone else like that."
 "Well, we could practice with each other." Angie suggested.
Betsy's heart almost leapt out of her chest when her friend
said that.
 "Of course it wouldn't make us lesbians or anything." Betsy
was quick to point out.
   Angie added something else, "And we have to promise not
to tell anyone else."
 "Absolutely." Betsy agreed. "OK, do you just want to do a
regular kiss or a french kiss?"
   Angie was still very naive and asked quietly, "What's
the difference?"
 "Oh, with a french kiss, you use your tongue." Betsy answered
matter-of-factly. She was studying Angie's body, noticing
every part of her friend: her long, wet, brunette hair that
stuck to her body's curves as it flowed down her back. Looking
down from her innocent baby face, she saw the buds that will
one day become voluptuous woman breasts, but right now, they
were still immature, just perfect on her body as Betsy
thought. Angie still had some of her baby fat that sat in
her smooth belly. That led her eyes to Angie's pussy which
was partially lined with some growing tufts of hair.  Her
legs grew from there and showed her athletic passion in the
muscular thighs smoothing into her perfect legs.
 "Well, let's try the french kiss, since that's what the boys
will want us to know." Angie decided upon after thinking
for a moment.
   The girls looked into each other's eyes and could sense
the tension building inside each naked girl's body. "OK, on
the count of three." Betsy said, wanting to get on with it.
"One..." both girls got closer together.  "Two..."  They were
now kneeling right next to each other, their bodies only
inches apart. "Three." And with that, the girls pressed their
lips together. This wasn't Betsy's first time french kissing
another girl, but she didn't want to mention it to Angie,
and anyway, her and her older sister, the one who first
taught her how to kiss, were fully dressed at the time.
The feeling of her friend's hot flesh on her hot flesh was
very intense.
   Angie was trying to keep up with her best friend's
better-than-novice tongue kiss with her own tonguing. Betsy
found her arms going around Angie's neck and got goosebumps
when she felt Angie's arms rubbing around her back. It
seemed like an eternity to them but after about half a
minute, the kiss ended.
   They separated from each other and sat back down on their
towels. Angie couldn't even talk while Betsy wasn't sure
what to say. Their eyes were speaking volumes as they looked
into each other's eyes, telling each other that it was much
more than a kiss.  "Where did you learn to kiss like that?"
Angie asked her friend.
 "You have to promise not to tell anyone."  Betsy warned
Angie. She concurred and Betsy relayed the story. "Eliza,
my older sister, and I have practiced many times. We started
on Valentine's Day when I watched as she and her then
boyfriend kissed goodnight. She offered to show me how to kiss
and we have been kissing a lot since then."
 "You and your sister kiss?" Angie asked shocked. She had
an older sister as well and could not imagine kissing her
like that!
 "Sure, but it's only as practice. You're actually the first
person outside of my family that I've kissed like that." Betsy
tried keeping her friend on her level. She actually enjoyed
the kiss more than she could have imagined and had to know
how Angie felt.  "How did you like the kiss?"
 "It was weird." Angie enjoyed the kiss a lot. She had always
thought about boys before, but now, Betsy was on her mind in
more than just a best friend way. But did her friend feel the
same way? And how exactly did she feel? She still was having
questions but knew that another kiss like that might give
her answers. "Can we try that again?"
   Betsy was really turned on by the idea of having another
kiss with her best friend. "Sure." she said trying not to
sound too excited. Maybe this time she could try more with
her hands.
   Both girls got back up on their knees and moved closer.
When Angie felt as Betsy's breasts pressed against hers, a
chill went up and down her spine. Betsy placed her arms back
around Angie's shoulders and Angie reciprocated the embrace
by wrapping her arms around Betsy's neck. They leaned in to
each other and met lips. This kiss was more deliberate in
its execution as the girls were enjoying each step more.
Betsy allowed her hands to go exploring Angie's body this
time. She rubbed her friend down her back and grabbed at
her as cheeks, pressing Angie's hips into her own. She
could feel Angie's hair tickling her shaven pussy and started
getting wet down there. She also felt as Angie brought her
hands down from her neck and went exploring.
   Angie's budding sexual feelings were confusing her. She
loved boys, so why was this kiss so exhilarating?  She
stopped the kiss, "Betsy," she whispered to her friend not
able to fully find her voice, "I think I love you."
 "I love you, too Angie." Betsy confessed. "I've loved you
for about a year now." They now started kissing each other
in a more rapid, lust-filled way as Angie laid down allowing
Betsy access to her whole body. Angie began by kissing Betsy
on her lips, but soon went down her body stopping at her
undeveloped, preteen tits. They hardened as Betsy's tongue
passed over them, making Angie groan in acceptance. Her body
kissing continued as she went further down her body, stopping
as soon as she arrived at Angie's fuzzed cunt. She looked at
Angie's goodie bag and thought about licking it. "I've heard
my sister talk about this and I've always wanted to try  it."
she told Angie.
 "Try what?" Angie asked curious and horny.
 "Licking your twat. My sister has said that it is the most
incredible feeling." Betsy confessed laying down on her
friend, feeling her body on hers. "Can I try it with you?"
   Breathing hard, the warmth of Betsy's body against hers
again, she whispered into her response, "Do whatever you want,
Betsy."
   This was the best answer she could have received. She
moved back down Angie's nubile body and felt her outer labia
with her fingers. "Mmm!" Angie moaned feeling the tender
rubbing of one who knows how to pleasure another girl. Betsy
then spread open her lips with these penetrating fingers and
placed kisses on her now exposed baby clit. More moans were
coming from Angie as she was barely getting out the words,
"Keep it up."
   Betsy gladly obeyed her friend's words and now stuck her
tongue slowly into the pink insides of her virgin friend.
Angie started rubbing at her breasts until they started
hurting. Sitting up partway, Angie then took a hold of
Betsy's head and pushed her face harder into her pussy. A loud
scream was the sign of her orgasmic climax as Betsy's mouth
was flooded with Angie's virgin juices from her first sexual
climax. She stayed down on Angie until her orgasmic
contractions let up. Betsy then lay next to her friend,
allowing Angie to taste herself off of her lips.
   As they were cuddling their naked bodies together, they
heard some footfalls in the leaves nearby as someone was
obviously running away. "Damn! Someone was watching us!"
Angie said scared as she was quickly snapped out of her
love trance and into defensive mode. She grabbed her clothes
and quickly put them on. Betsy had the same thought and the
girls got dressed faster than they ever had before.
 "Who do you think that was?" Angie asked nervously.
 "I don't know, but I hope they don't tell anybody. I'd hate
to get in trouble having this much fun with you." Betsy
stammered out as she and Angie got on their bikes and flew
home.
   They laid low for the next couple days to see what came
of their intruder. No one treated them any differently nor
did anyone ever say anything about their encounter. "Maybe
we overreacted and whoever it was didn't see anything."
Angie hoped as she and Betsy were talking a couple days
later.
 "Or maybe this person is just waiting for the right time
to expose us." Betsy countered knowing that anyone who saw
them would not just let it go. "I tell you what. They're
probably watching us now a lot hoping to get another peek
at us." Betsy said, her mind churning an idea, "Let's say we
go back down to the lake and try to lure them there to catch
them. Then we can confront the person and find out who they
are." Angie was a little hesitant about the idea but liked
the idea of a stranger knowing about their private, intimate
moment even less.
