Author: Pescador del Valle
Title: Doppelganger
Part: Chapter 13 of 31
Summary: Justin was born with a little extra - a set of
         female sex organs - but that was just the
         beginning.
Keywords: mf, ff, ffff, rom
Language: English
Copyright: 2005

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INTRODUCTION

Justin Rogers was born around 16 years ago with something 
complete functional set of female sex organs.  Eventually 
he found they didn't really belong to him but to his twin 
sister Tina who spent much of her early life sharing his 
body.

From time to time she was able to visit as a distinct 
person but some survival instinct made her merge with him 
again before she was discovered.

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WEEK 12 Sunday
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The alarm had an unusual sound.  Katie took a while to 
realise that was what it was, the presence in the bed 
beside her making her wake up more than the persistent 
annoying buzzer.

Why couldn't Justin have a nice normal bell?

Why couldn't he just turn it off so they could snuggle up 
together and go back to sleep?

Justin did turn off the buzzing but he also knew why it 
was important he not doze off again.

Katie looked lovely beside him.  She had looked lovely 
the previous night, so sexy in her night attire (not that 
he knew she had misappropriated her mother's red corset 
and crotch-less knickers).  Now however he looked upon 
her again sleeping form with eyes transformed from lust 
to love.

Katie had given him her body, her trust, her love.  She 
had deemed him worthy of being her first, knowing that 
she would not be his but unaware that the sex he had 
shared with Tina was almost masturbatory compared to what 
they had just shared.

Fucking Tina, making love with her, WAS a passionate, 
wholesome, enriching, incestuous, invigorating, and 
usually exhausting experience.  He regretted not one 
moment spent with her and within her body - and knew Tina 
similarly had no reservations about spending time in or 
out of the sack with him.

He knew she would be fully aware of how he felt about 
Katie.  He was less sure how that would affect Tina's own 
feelings towards his newly declared love.  They spent 
much of their time together; they shared all their 
memories; it was inevitable that they would have the much 
the same opinions, likes and dislikes.

But they WERE separate people and they had experienced 
those memories differently.  The subtleties of "being 
there" were absent when one relived the memory of the 
other; that was why Tina had asked if she could JOIN 
Justin when Katie offered herself to him.  Yet though 
Tina would have a full knowledge of their lovemaking, he 
couldn't be sure that, when she emerged, she would feel 
quite the same way about Katie that he did.

Tina, buried away in his psyche, now appreciated what it 
was really like to be male during sex; to feel your body 
controlling your will at the moment of release; to 
understand the imperative to drive deeper into your 
lover's body.  Orgasm as a male was so different from 
that of a female - Tina already knew THAT, having merged 
previously just as Justin was about to come - the 
feelings were so concentrated, so intense.

As a female Tina had also experienced the intensity but 
that had been a climax that seemed to suffuse most of her 
body rather than just a penis sized area.  Now she knew 
of the lead up to the concentration; the gradual - at 
least THIS time - focussing of his reproductive urges 
into one desperate release in the attempt to fertilize 
the woman embracing him.

Justin's mind didn't of course view it that way; at the 
moment fertilization was one of the LAST things he 
wanted.  But millions of years of evolution don't get 
swept away that easily.

Justin firstly bathed in the sensations of ecstatic 
pleasure and then, when that subsided, in the 
satisfaction that Katie too had found an equivalent 
enjoyment in their coupling.

He bent forward and pressed his lips to Katie's cheek.

"Good morning love.  I really hate to do it to you but 
you need to go back to Tina's room before my parents 
start stirring."

"Uhnn.  Don' wanna.  Wanna be with you."

"I know.  I don't want you to go either but if we're 
caught we might not get another chance for ages."

"Will you love me first?"  The prospect brought her wider 
awake.

"I'll love you always but there are no more condoms.  
We've used them both."

"Damn! I've got one more in my bag but it's in Tina's 
room."

"Hmm", Justin thought.  "I might be able to reach it."

Justin sat up with his back to the wall.  Tina's bed was 
on the other side and the two girls asleep on her floor 
shouldn't be stirring yet.  It was a reasonable risk - 
though he WAS just showing off for his new girlfriend.  
It wasn't an uncommon trait of young males.

Tina helped him out though.  She appeared on her bed, 
checked she was unobserved and picked up the bag that was 
by her cupboard.  The remaining condom was tucked out of 
the way so Katie's mother wouldn't find it on a casual 
examination.  The fact that the hiding place had to be 
big enough for a few condoms made it a little easier for 
Tina to find it.

The bag was returned, the wrapped condom placed in her 
mouth and she resumed her shared existence with her 
brother.  Justin did a little slight of hand to remove 
the condom from his mouth and then made it appear in his 
hand instead.  Katie of course thought he had one of his 
own.

Why he had said they were all gone didn't matter as she 
was much more concerned with putting it on and then in.

She had sat on Justin's lap while Tyler and Leslie had 
watched them fuck.  She had taken over his lovely double 
bed - she now wanted an upgrade to her own but didn't 
dare ask for one - and had laid back so he could cover 
her and press her body into his mattress as they soared 
upwards together.  She had rolled him onto his back and 
had ridden him into a glorious mutual climactic ending 
that had led to the most restful sleep she could 
remember.

Now she straddled him again but faced away from him, 
intending to give him a reward that apparently only he 
could really appreciate.

Once again she felt herself expanding as his hardness 
penetrated her.  Why that excited her - over and above 
the obvious pleasure it gave them both - was something 
she would muse about in the times when she wasn't with 
her new love and lover.

It wasn't that she felt she had him trapped in her - 
"trapped" implied a lack of willingness on Justin's part 
that she had never witnessed - but at the same time it 
was a contact that was much more personal than "embrace" 
suggested and "cuddle" was associated with a quiet time 
together, not the prelude to a passionate coupling.

Katie certainly viewed herself as surrounding Justin when 
she was seated like this rather than being pierced by his 
sting.  She had liked that too though, with the slow 
loving changing into a frenzied rush.

She decided, as many had before her and as many to come 
would as well, that she liked sex in its many and varied 
forms, and that she liked it best with her Justin.

She wanted, as she felt his belly make contact with her 
buns, to show him that it was going to be in his best 
interests to stay with her.  Oh, she wasn't going to be 
too possessive - if it was necessary to let Leslie or 
Tyler discover the joys of fucking him as well she 
wouldn't begrudge them, or him, the pleasure.  She 
believed she could handle that without getting green 
eyed.  Tina too was acceptable - though perhaps a little 
too convenient a rival.  That was why Katie was going to 
make sure Justin remembered his time with HER - and kept 
coming back for more.

It wasn't that she was trying to buy his love with her 
cunt though.  He was already getting as much fucking as 
he needed to ease any pressure in his loins (though never 
as much as a teenage boy WANTED); Katie was sure of that.

She wanted to share the intimacy of making love, even 
more than just the sensual pleasure.  The previous night 
had shown Justin did too.  He had said and shown through 
his careful and thoughtful actions that he loved her and, 
though he so obviously wanted her, it was a want tempered 
by a desire to see to her pleasure before his own.

Katie moved her body over the erection contained within 
and reached down to fondle his balls at the same time.  
She resisted the inclination to touch her clit, wanting 
instead to finger the surprising orifice she had found 
during the night.

A boy with a vagina!  That was something she would had 
never considered when listing desirable qualities in a 
boyfriend but now she had found his not-so-little secret 
it did seem an asset rather than a liability.  They would 
have to speak more about it, but there was no rush; she 
could explore the possibilities slowly, starting right 
then.

Her fingers slid behind his sack, the bumps on the back 
of his balls noticeable through the thin skin.  (That was 
not something one considered when the male anatomy was 
being taught in the classes which were more than just 
Biology but too incomplete to be considered Sex Ed.  
Balls generically were just round things, not the egg-
like objects found in scrotums and not bearing lumpy 
attachments!  Perhaps the deficient explanation was one 
way for adults to detect when a girl knew more than she 
was "supposed" to?)

Katie ignored the lumps and bumps this time, she was 
seeking something concave rather than convex.

Fingertips encountered moisture and worked their way 
inside flaps of skin that were familiar but different at 
the same time.  Katie put her other hand on her own 
pussy, a finger either side of the rod she had impaled 
herself on, and compared the two by touch.

Her own lips, inner and outer were more pronounced, and a 
little hairier.  Justin's hair seemed more concentrated 
around the base of his prick though his sack was sparsely 
covered with soft threads.

The entrances seemed near enough identical though and 
certainly both were adequately lubricated.  Where Katie 
held his prick though, Justin was empty.  But Katie could 
change that!  She coated a finger and slid it inside.  
There was no trouble moving it around and she added a 
second.  Justin reacted to the snugger fit and Katie 
moved her hips again while working her digits in and out.

Initially she tried to match their movements; pushing in 
as she descended and taking them out as she rose but it 
was actually easier to use the push of her hand to help 
her rise and Justin found himself penetrating and being 
penetrated as an alternating sequence.

Since the most intense feelings coincided with a thrust 
in both cases, he was subjected to an almost constant 
bombardment of pleasurable sensations instead of a tide 
like ebb and flow.

It was a feeling he couldn't really manage with his own 
two hands (not that Katie's cunt felt ANYTHING like his 
inadequate palm) and so Katie's loving actions let Justin 
experience the most incredible sexual event in his life.

She had wanted him to feel something special but she had 
no idea just how special it was.  She also had no idea 
that, because Tina was present and experiencing the 
feelings first hand rather than as a more inferior 
memory, she was not emotionally cementing just one 
person's love but two.

Love *IS* more than the carnal.  It is respect, caring, 
sharing.  But it is also the wanting - the wanting of 
company, of comfort, of pleasure.  And if the one you 
respect, care for, want AND love is capable of giving you 
the most unbelievable pleasure you have ever imagined, is 
it a bad thing?

Katie didn't come but that didn't matter to her; she had 
enjoyed herself quite enough the previous night and this 
fuck was certainly good enough without it - especially 
since she had intended it to be for Justin's benefit 
instead.  (She didn't always masturbate until she came 
either but that didn't mean she'd stop playing with 
herself anytime soon.)

She removed her fingers and licked them clean - "Mmm 
every bit as nice as any of the girls", she complimented 
- then held the condom in place while she lifted herself 
off.

Katie left a slick trail behind her as she slid her ass 
along Justin's body, stopping when she hit his chin.  She 
bent forwards and pushed his balls to one side with her 
cheek so she could lap at the residue around his most 
unusual attribute.

Once again she considered her luck in having a boyfriend 
who could appreciate to some degree what it was like to 
be a girl.  She smiled; how many girls could borrow 
tampons from their boyfriends if they got caught 
unawares?  How many boys would REALLY understand why 
their girlfriends felt bloated at times; why they 
couldn't always jump at the chance to do something 
special; and that Thrush wasn't necessarily a type of 
bird?

At first she thought it was a pity Justin didn't have a 
clitoris but then she realised he just happened to have a 
bigger one than she had ever heard of.  Certainly she 
much preferred him to have the lovely prick resting 
against her neck than to exchange it for a smaller organ.

Justin seemed to like her smaller organ though as he was 
giving it, and her pussy, the same sort of attention she 
was giving his.  Was it still called a pussy if a boy had 
it, or should it be a tom cat?  She licked, cat-like 
herself, and he licked and all was just lovely.

---

Leslie stirred in the next room.  Her head was nestled on 
Tyler's soft chest and Leslie thought with amusement that 
she really needed a couple of pillows like that in her 
own bed.

They had slept in their night attire - not knowing if 
they would be woken by Justin's parents, well mother at 
least.  Leslie would have liked sleeping naked but there 
had been plenty of freedom to do what they wanted so it 
didn't really matter.

Leslie had found herself looking at Tyler in a completely 
different light and didn't quite know what to do about 
it.  When Justin and Tina had first messed around it had 
been Tina who had made the serious move on her - and she 
hadn't minded in the least.  She also hadn't minded when 
Justin had also contributed to her pleasure and was now 
grateful for her lack of bias regarding the sex of her 
"playmates".

She wouldn't mind sucking on cock, had found she didn't 
mind eating out pussy and CERTAINLY had no objection over 
which of her friends returned the favour.  Still her 
feelings towards the girl sleeping beside her had changed 
without warning.

Tyler had just been yet another girl at school.  But 
then, until a couple of weeks ago, so had Justin.

When Leslie had agreed to come to Justin and Tina's house 
after the performance she had an indistinct hope that 
maybe Justin wanted her.  It had been a surprise when the 
three girls had demonstrated a willingness to 
"fraternise" (or should that be "sororitise") together.

That had made her wonder if it was Tina who wanted her - 
a not unacceptable outcome but certainly one with more 
complications.  Then it appeared (and Tyler had later 
confirmed) all four of her new playmates had been seeking 
mutual pleasure for a little while - though not going 
quite as far as they had tonight.

Leslie at least understood why Tyler might have smiled 
when remembering getting her pussy eaten.  Leslie was 
smiling right then.

Watching Tina catch Justin's cum in her mouth had been 
probably the most disgustingly sexy things Leslie could 
remember.  To see Katie and then Tyler similarly blow him 
only made her wish that she had been able to make it a 
unanimous effort.  Not that she felt pressured into it 
nor that she particularly WANTED a mouthful of cum - as 
she had said to Katie, pussies tasted MUCH better - but 
it had just been that sort of an experience; all for one 
and one for all.

And the feeling of having her pussy grind against 
Tyler's!  It was *SO* incredible, so effective 
(overpowering in fact), so addictive.

While all five had joined in together, it was clear that 
Katie had fallen for Justin.

Leslie had thought about fucking Justin herself - even if 
she hadn't before it would have been impossible not to 
while watching it going in and out of Katie's cunt.

She had thought, and fantasised about it, even 
masturbated once over it, but wasn't sure she was ready.  
There had always been a suggestion that a "nice" girl 
kept herself for her future husband - or at least until 
she had a REALLY steady boyfriend.  Leslie didn't quite 
believe it but the idea of giving herself to someone she 
loved rather than just to a boy who they happened to like 
fooling around with was still there.

She liked Justin, as a friend.  Admittedly a friend who 
would eat her pussy and whose cum she had tasted - not 
quite the same as her other friends at school!  "More is 
the pity", she thought.

Tyler and Katie had been school-friends like that.  HAD 
been!  Leslie wondered what the next day would bring but 
there were other things more important for her to worry 
about just then.

Right there, right in front of her, barely ten 
centimetres away, were two of the loveliest treats just 
begging for attention.

Leslie blamed the fact that she felt that way to Tina and 
Katie.  Before Tina had drawn Leslie's head to her breast 
Leslie had been more inclined to look at muscular male 
chests.  After they had shared a shower Leslie knew that 
she liked the feel of a soft tit in her hand and a hard 
nipple between her lips.  She appreciated how her own 
felt treated that way and realised the giving of pleasure 
to another woman could be quite exciting in itself.

Magazines she had looked at with limited interest only 
days earlier became more attractive.  Lingerie adverts 
examined with a view to how the items would look on 
Leslie were now reconsidered in terms of how the models 
looked.  Leslie also searched her father's study and 
found a magazine, innocuous enough but filled with busty 
bikini girls and an occasional topless model.  Leslie 
began to understand why they sold so well.

She even stood in front of the bathroom mirror watching 
herself scraping her fingernails over the ultra-sensitive 
surface of her nipples.  She had played with her nipples 
before but never treated it as a viewer sport.

Then Katie had gone and put that strawberry on Tyler's 
nipple.  Okay, she had done something similar for 
Justin's benefit but SHE hadn't known then how much fun 
the larger breast would turn out to be.

Now her mouth watered as she lifted one side of the 
unbuttoned top out of the way and bent down to encircle 
Tyler's nipple with her lips.  Tyler stirred, moving her 
arm to rest across Leslie's back but otherwise seeming to 
be asleep.

It WAS possible Tyler thought the delightful touch was 
part of a dream.  Either way, the hand Leslie slipped 
under the other side of her pyjama top brought forth a 
soft murmur.  To Leslie it sounded definitely positive, 
with no suggestion of a complaining whimper.

Leslie continued to caress both of the large soft breasts 
with hands and mouth and Tyler's body moved in response.  
She lifted one shoulder and then the other in turn, 
writhing sensuously, dragging her breasts across Leslie's 
face and hand as though trying to get her to zero in on 
the spots that felt the best.

It must have worked because Tyler settled before moving 
her hand up to the back of Leslie's head.

"Good morning."

"Mmmmmm."

Tyler treated that as a "Good Morning" in return.  Having 
the answer humming through her tit was delightful.  She 
was quite happy to just lay there for now, letting Leslie 
repeat some of the nice things she had done the previous 
night as they had snuggled together and returning some 
that Tyler had done to her.

Leslie was quite happy to be given a free rein as well.

Her fingers wriggled into Tyler's flesh, feeling the 
textures deep inside her breast and aware of the 
similarities and differences with her own chest 
ornaments.  The obvious start was the larger size.

Leslie had to spread her fingers wide to cover Tyler's 
breast.  Instead she bent them and, starting from the 
much more prominent nipple, she sent them in a Mexican 
Wave around the Areolar Stadium.  They came together and 
drew the flesh from around the nipple in and up, 
repeatedly stretching the little monument and allowing it 
to slip back into place.

Her own nipples were rarely as easily distinguished from 
the rest of her breast - when she was aroused a wider 
area puffed up so the hardened crinkling region was about 
twice the diameter and a third as high as the sensitive 
object currently held in her light grip.  There was also 
little variation between the colour of her areoles and 
that of the rest of her breasts unlike Tyler's which 
clearly showed as large oval-shaped areas.

Behind the nipple, each breast had a knobbly feel where 
all the milk ducts led to the surface;  beyond that was 
the more homogenous breast tissue, neither too solid nor 
malleable.  There was little difference there except in 
the proportions.  Though having never before seen herself 
that way, Leslie felt positively small as she held Tyler.

Tyler felt neither small or large; she felt the cuddling 
embrace of someone who had shared her passion and her 
sleep; she felt the touch of a hand that, in its varied 
pressures was stimulating and arousing her; she felt the 
touch of lip and tongue and also teeth against nipple and 
flesh that pleased, pleased exceedingly well.

---

Tyler too considered her circumstances.  She was lying 
beside an attractive girl who, until just a few hours 
earlier, had merely been a school friend (and not a 
particularly close one at that) and inconvenient stage 
hand.  Oh, her work for the performance was good enough - 
better than that even - it was her presence at the 
"after" party that she and Katie had considered an 
inconvenience.

Boy, were they ever wrong!

That school friend had suddenly (and that was no 
exaggeration) been included in some of their most 
intimate moments.  (It doesn't come much more intimate 
than your first fuck.)

Tyler had already been through the situation where she 
and her best friend had suddenly been "separated" by the 
intrusion of a third person so that, instead of sharing 
their own little hedonistic explorations, they found Tina 
taking their places in turn - until they worked out it 
was better to take turns being attended to by TWO others.  
The fact was however that Tina didn't actually want to 
come between them but rather wanted to join them so they 
could all experience novel and even outrageous things.

Katie and Tyler had remained just as good friends, able 
to enjoy their secret misbehaviour as before but now 
able, and encouraged, to take it further.

Then Justin had been added into the mix and had shown 
skills that made them all appreciate his presence.  It 
also gave them a chance to take their explorations into 
newer areas, culminating in the previous night's public 
exhibition.  Watching someone fucking was a powerful turn 
on!

Katie and Tyler had survived Justin's arrival as well, 
neither feeling their friendship was threatened by the 
close friendships they had also built with the two 
cousins.  They had been much more wary of Leslie's 
presence - until Tina got them all kissing and naked 
together!  When Leslie showed she was a kindred spirit it 
had just made the party merrier.

Now her best friend had chosen someone else to spend the 
night with and Tyler found she didn't mind at all.  She 
didn't think the profession of Katie's love for Justin 
would affect THEIR friendship any more than their 
becoming cum sisters originally had.  Of course she 
wasn't sure whether their fun evenings would ever be the 
same.

But if Katie and Justin withdrew there was still Tina to 
keep her company and now Leslie seemed to have enjoyed 
the hours they had spent together in the sleeping bags.  
Tyler didn't think she was going to suffer a lack of 
attention.

She was however suffering from a full bladder.

"I'm sorry Leslie, what you are doing is wonderful but 
I've got to get up.  I'm busting."

"Ok.  Let me button you up though."

Leslie pulled the two sides of Tyler's only nightwear 
together and made room for her to get out.  Tyler rubbed 
her hand across the other girl's cheek and slid out past 
her.

Leslie couldn't resist rubbing her own palm over the 
stomach, furry triangle and solid thighs that drifted by.  
Tyler's presence was exciting, and Leslie didn't really 
know why.

---

Katie had to go too.  She hoped to sneak down the short 
distance between the two bedrooms without being seen in 
the corridor.  The need to go to the bathroom first meant 
that she would have to go past Tina's door to get to it 
but anyone seeing her then would have to assume she had 
been there all along.

Justin was faced with a slightly more difficult problem.  
Tina!

Tina hadn't spent the night in her own bed but she 
certainly hadn't been in his with Katie.  Could they keep 
their secret once the girls compared stories?  He had to 
take a chance - it was fairly small IF the other girls 
were as sleepy as he was.

"Can you just knock on Tina's door and ask her to get up 
as well please?"

"Well you'd better look out the door first!"

"Okay."

It was bizarre to get out of bed together after being so 
intimate.  It really was like the first morning of a 
honeymoon for them.  Virgin bride and groom, knowing so 
much and yet so little about each other, shy yet loving, 
realising they had made a serious commitment to each 
other and wondering if the other person felt quite the 
same way about it.  Did ANYONE really start a marriage 
that way any more?  Surely it was better to find out you 
couldn't stand someone's quirky habits BEFORE signing up 
to a lifelong relationship.

There was also the wish to avoid inflicting morning 
breath on someone who, until then, had only been seen 
AFTER teeth had been brushed!  Justin and Tina knew what 
that was like and Justin made his kiss affectionate - and 
cheek-based.  He would improve on that later.

He watched as Katie covered the much more attractive 
outfit with her nondescript t-shirt.  The red outfit had 
been something to remember; it really did look better 
than her nude body in some respects - tinsel on the tree 
perhaps.

He put his own pyjama shorts on and looked out the 
doorway, prepared to step out if either of his parents 
were there - all clear; Katie got a hug before Justin 
dove back onto the bed as she closed the door.  He had to 
time this properly and cross his fingers.

He heard the quiet knock through the wall.  Allow time 
for them to turn - Now!

Tina was gone.

---

"Tina?"

Tyler had been almost out of her makeshift bed when the 
Katie rapped on the door.  She looked at it, thinking the 
worst.  Leslie, with her face next to a patch of fur she 
would have loved to investigate further turned to look 
over her shoulder.  They were both looking away from 
Tina's bed when Katie's voice called her name but Tyler's 
body would have blocked Leslie's view in any case.

"Yes?"

The other girls started.  It was silly really - after all 
it WAS Tina's room.  It was just that they hadn't noticed 
her come in and she had been so quiet while they had 
become re-acquainted on waking that they hadn't 
considered her presence in the room with her.

Katie poked her head in the door.  "Justin is getting up 
and said you need to think about it as well."

Katie thought she had framed that a little more 
diplomatically that her boyfriend had.

"Okay."

Was Tina looking at her a little strangely?  Was it 
because SHE had slept with Justin?  Was Tina jealous?  It 
didn't look like she was hostile though, in fact it 
seemed much the opposite.  Katie was sure she would find 
out.

"I'll be back in a couple of minutes.  Just got to use 
the bathroom."

"Looks like you'll have to wait, Tyler."

"Oh, sorry.  You can go first Ty if you need to."

"There's another loo off the laundry if that's all you 
need.  Can I suggest we have a quick shuffle around and 
then meet back here before we all freshen up together?"

Leslie, who had freshened up with Tina before, thought 
that a wonderful idea.  Katie, though hopelessly devoted 
to Justin (actually she was very hopeful), realised that 
it would be too dangerous for him to join them (or even 
just her) and decided to make do with her friends - she 
had so much to tell them.  Tyler just liked the idea of 
jumping under a hot shower and didn't much care WHO was 
going to be there with her.

---

Tina collected some fresh towels as she returned from her 
own brief trek and the four girls left their nightwear in 
an untidy jumble on the floor as they vied to be first 
under the delightfully hot water.

And of course with four high-spirited, naked teenage 
girls pushing and pulling, there was going to be all 
sorts of "accidental" contact with wobbly body parts.  It 
was hard to get away from the pack when two separate 
hands held a floppy breast each but of course the hapless 
victim could then turn the tables when her captors tried 
in turn to get in front.

Laughing, Tina and Leslie managed to squeeze in together 
only to have Katie (Tyler insisted it wasn't HER!) turn 
off the hot water flow so they suddenly were bathed in 
just the cold.

With a scream they crowded together against the wall; 
Tina trapped with her back against the no warmer tiles as 
Leslie tried to avoid the spray on her back.  Leslie's 
arms went under Tina's and up to grip the outside of her 
shoulders, forcing their fronts together.  Tina's leg was 
bent a little and Leslie rode up on it as they embraced.

It felt so nice she rode back down and up again while 
Tina wrapped her own arms around Leslie as well.  It also 
seemed perfectly natural for each to seek the other's 
mouth.

It WAS Tyler this time who carefully turned the hot water 
back on.

Arms around each other's waist, she and Katie took their 
places under the water once it was again bearable - the 
losers became the winners.  It became very crowded even 
though the shower stall was large enough for a couple 
more; the crowd was centred around Leslie - Tyler being 
near to Tina's bent leg and Katie able to get closer to 
both of the cuddling girls.

Leslie released Tina to move that arm behind Katie and 
was only kept from doing the same for Tyler because Tyler 
had positioned herself against Leslie's chilly back where 
she put one hand through the narrowing gap between Leslie 
and Katie and the other into the far tighter crevasse 
along the top of Tina's thigh.

Tina straightened her leg a little which gave Tyler room 
to push her fingers further under Leslie's pussy.  As 
Tyler crooked them upwards into Leslie's wetness - 
nowhere near where the cold water had splashed - Tina 
could feel how Tyler's hand was moving and smiled at her 
across Leslie's shoulder.  Having to leave her back 
against the cold wall was a small price to pay for the 
experience, especially with her own hand trapped between 
Leslie's back and a very mobile and squishy breast.

As Tyler did her best to reward Leslie for the attention 
she had shown her during the night and morning she turned 
her head to Katie.

"So did Justin let you get any sleep?  Or was it more a 
case of you keeping him 'up'?"

"Oh he was up and down and up and down."

"And in and out a few times as well I bet!"

Katie laughed as she remembered the ins and outs.  She 
began to share her intimate experiences with her intimate 
friends.

"It feels so different to have a prick going inside you - 
isn't that right Tina?"

"Mmm.  It's so nice to feel all full of him.  And when it 
first slides in - oh wow!  Are you going to let him fuck 
me any more now Katie?"

"Could I stop you?"  Katie pulled Tina's face closer for 
a kiss to show she didn't resent (HA!) the fact that 
Tina, living in the same house as Justin, could sneak a 
fuck on a regular basis while Katie would have a harder 
time managing it.  It wasn't resentment anyway - but it 
certainly was envy.  It was amusing in some regards that 
her parents would allow Tyler to sleep over occasionally 
or vice versa when they would be more upset (based on 
past conversations) if she was fooling around with a girl 
than a boy.  They certainly would be mortified if they 
could see her swapping saliva with one girl while holding 
another who was getting finger-fucked by a fourth - after 
having repeatedly fucked a boy throughout the night!

Tyler was standing with her mouth by Leslie's ear and 
water was splashing off her shoulder onto the others.  
Leslie had her eyes closed and it was easy to follow 
Tyler's almost hypnotic voice as she described Katie and 
Justin's activities as a commentary synchronised with her 
hand.

"You're sitting over Justin's lap; his prick is hard 
against your pussy and you are so wet.  You want him and 
you push yourself down on his rigid pole."

Tyler felt Leslie shrink down against her as her knees 
bent slightly at the same time as Tyler's two 
straightened fingers pushed upwards.

She smiled at Tina who was watching the expression on 
Leslie's face.

"He's gone in deep.  Your pussy is rubbing against his 
balls and his hair.  It tickles your clit."  (Tyler's 
thumb brushed across Leslie's sensitive mound.)

"You start to lift yourself so you can push down on him 
again..."  (The fingers are extracted.)

"...but he pushes up into you at the same time." (The 
fingers are thrust back as though they are Justin's penis 
and his body is below Leslie.)

"Again and again he pushes up into you."  (Leslie is 
lifted onto her toes as Tyler - with poetic license 
ignoring the rigid pole of her story - curls her fingers 
and lifts Leslie with her hand wrapped right around her 
pussy and inside her body.

"He bends his head and takes your nipple in his mouth."  
(Tina obliges.)

"But still he thrusts."  (Tyler's hand is more 
horizontal, the well lubricated fingers sliding back and 
forth over Leslie's clit as they enter and leave her 
body.)

Katie found herself getting wet inside; Tyler must have 
paid considerable attention at their side because her 
narrative was letting Katie relive her first time.

Leslie had also had a front row seat and had witnessed 
the sights, the smells and the sounds of their 
lovemaking.  She too could relive it and found it easy to 
imagine herself in Katie's place.

Katie had come on Justin's prong.  Now it was Leslie's 
turn.

It was a pity Justin knew nothing of their goings on.

---

Leslie had straightened and turned around to give Tyler a 
wet cuddle and a delightfully wetter kiss.  That wasn't 
really due to either girls state of excitement but rather 
because Tina and Katie, ringing the kissing girls with 
their arms, had positioned them directly under the spray.

It was hard to even breathe under the downpour and Leslie 
and Tyler's mouths broke apart in a fit of laughter.  
They moved together to one side and the others had no 
choice but to follow.

Everyone was out of danger and Katie and Tina released 
their captives so that they could cuddle over their half 
the shower since Leslie and Tyler had resumed where they 
had been interrupted.

Tyler didn't think she really felt any different about 
Leslie than she did about Tina or Katie.  They were all 
fun to fool around with, as was Justin.

Kissing was so nice - and it didn't matter that three of 
the four people she was kissing were the same sex as 
herself.  Having orgasms was indescribably better - and 
once again, she seemed to get more of them from the girls 
than the boys but only because the "boys" were singular 
and therefore spread pretty thin on the ground.  And 
finally there were all the fun things that they did that 
fell somewhere in between; even things like this silly 
shower.

Tyler KNEW she wasn't opposed to boys.  She absolutely 
LOVED how Justin felt, looked, and smelled - even how he 
tasted and there were several ways THAT could be 
considered.  If there were others out there with similar 
interests, abilities and more importantly outlook and 
sensitivity - a much misinterpreted and maligned concept 
- she would be just as interested.

But her relationships with the others had shown her she, 
unlike Katie at the moment, DIDN'T need a prick around 
her to be happy.  That even sounded bitchy to Tyler in 
her own mind but it wasn't what she felt.

She was delighted her friend had found someone special to 
love.  Tyler loved Katie, had for years, but it had been 
the love of friends.  Their sexual activities had been 
more a shared discovery of their bodies; once they had 
each learned it was possible to get pleasure on one's own 
it was natural to discuss it with your best friend and 
one thing had simply led to another without the nature of 
their friendship changing.

Justin had come to share their special times and Katie 
had become closer to him, spurred on by whatever her mind 
saw in him as a potential partner.  Tyler respected that 
and could see it being nothing but good for them both - 
and maybe still for the rest of them.  (Watching them 
fuck HAD been a turn on and had cost them nothing.  A 
porn movie was a couple of dollars and was much less 
THERE.)

Leslie had come to share their special times and Tyler 
was finding SHE was being spurred on by whatever her mind 
saw in Leslie as a potential partner.  It hit her rather 
hard.

Tyler believed love at first sight was POSSIBLE; whether 
it was practical, or reasonable, or even a good thing, 
were matters she didn't begin to profess any idea about.

She certainly didn't believe it applied to her since 
firstly she wasn't sure she WAS in love and secondly she 
had known Leslie for several years so it wasn't at first 
sight.

But then again...

You can "see" something without really "looking" at it.  
Leslie had been part of the tapestry of their school life 
- there all around, all the time.  But Tyler hadn't 
looked up close at the threads that brought the art 
alive.  She hadn't had Leslie so in her face until the 
last week or so, and certainly not like their previous 
evening.

Tyler hadn't made a new friend but they had strengthened 
their friendship in new ways.  Tyler had found aspects of 
Leslie that she hadn't been aware of, that she found 
fascinating, that she wanted to investigate further.

And then there was the most important thing in any 
budding relationship that outstrips looks or wealth or 
charm - Leslie had shown a similar interest in Tyler.

Without that Tyler would be pitching and no-one would be 
catching.  Now they could quite happily throw the 
metaphorical conversational ball back and forth for 
hours, days, years.  In some ways that was possibly why 
Tyler hadn't seen Tina as more than a friend and playmate 
- because THAT was how Tina had approached her 
relationship with Tyler.

With Leslie there was a synergy involved.  A result far 
greater than the input from either side.  It was a cycle 
with positive feedback - a sign of interest spurred on a 
return of interest, a sign of caring made one care more, 
a hint of pleasure made one greedily wish for more 
pleasure and, in a selfish effort to get it, each of them 
quite unselfishly was willing to take a rain check so 
they could give some to the other.

Tyler wasn't at all sure she was in love.  Tyler could 
believe that it was possible though.

It was more than the lips nuzzling her neck and 
occasionally kissing her chin and then her lips.  It was 
more than the finger getting tangled in the string as it 
fought to replace the lubricant being washed from her 
body.  It was more than wrapping her arms around a soft 
body and holding it close.

It was more.  But it was also each and every particle, 
each jot of pleasure, each subtle nuance.  It was even 
the uncertainty.  "If I love her, will she love me?"

Tyler was suddenly eager to be out of the shower; to be 
back in Tina's room; maybe even snuggled together in the 
sleeping bags.

None of it really mattered, they could just as easily 
find a quiet corner outside.

What Tyler wanted was some time alone with Leslie to talk 
things through.  To find out whether "unrequited" was 
going to be an adjective that would dominate her life in 
the near future.

What Tyler got was the look in Leslie's eyes which seemed 
to say, "I've been thinking exactly the same thing about 
you!"

Two smiles bloomed.  Four nipples crinkled as hormones 
kicked in.  (Verifying that for two of them was always 
going to be difficult but Tyler's made up for Leslie's.)  
In unspoken agreement, they began to shuffle outwards, 
heading for the towels and what was to be a significant 
conversation.

Oh to be young and in love!

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