Wendy squinted her eyes when she saw Camille’s obvious plan. Patty, on the other hand, was in a quandary. If she went to the back, nobody would have a chance at me. If I want into the back, she’d be giving me to Camille.
Patty smiled sweetly at me, and quickly moved into the back seat, giving me the front seat. I never caught Camille’s reaction to this, but I doubt that she was pleased.
Wendy started the car up, and turned down the radio, the volume seemed to have been way up from before. "So, where are we taking you?" Wendy asked.
I was about to give her my address when Patty asked, "What time do you need to be home?"
"Ten," I admitted.
Patty said, "You know… we’ve got a couple of hours."
"For what?" I asked, feigning innocence.
I saw Wendy smile at this; it was too dark for me to get the other girls' reaction.
"So, what do you want to do?" I asked.
"Lake Shore Point?" suggested Patty.
Lake Shore Point was a local parking and make-out place. I smiled inwardly. I had never been there before, although I heard rumors about keggers and other wild things going on there.
"Kneely Park might be better," Camille said, softly.
Wendy nodded vigorously.
"Groovy idea," Patty agreed. "Kneely it is! Hit it, Wendy!"
Wendy shifted into first and hit the accelerator.
I had never seen anybody drive a stick before, and I found myself intrigued as Wendy very competently shifted her car. It also gave me a nice view of her legs as they moved against the various pedals.
I’d been to Kneely Park, but had thought the place closed at dusk. I noticed that Wendy drove past the main entrance to the park, which was indeed closed for the evening.
"The park is closed," I said.
Wendy smiled and continued driving.
Patty explained, "The main entrance is closed. Only open from sunrise to sunset."
"So, how do we get in?" I asked.
"Back way," Wendy said, and turned into what appeared to be a driveway.
The "driveway" was only paved for about twenty feet before it turned into a dirt road, which became a path through the forest that was just wide enough for the Datsun to navigate. After about a quarter of a mile, I saw a barrier preventing us from going any further. Wendy drove up to the barrier and hopped out of the car.
Wendy quickly pulled the gate open, and hopped back into her car and drove through, and then hopped out and pushed the gate shut again.
I could tell by Wendy’s actions that this wasn’t the first time she had done this.
When Wendy got back in the car, she saw the puzzled look on my face. "We used to go here for girl scouts," she offered as an explanation. "We sometimes use it as a place to be… you know… private."
In the dark, I could just make out Wendy’s blush as she said that.
In another quarter mile, there was a clearing. Wendy pulled into the clearing and parked.
Wendy got out of the car, and Patty behind me told me to get out as well. I did, and we were all out of the car.
Wendy had the back hatch open and pulled out a blanket and spread it on the ground.
The other two girls led me to the blanket, and we sat in a bit of a diamond.
"What do we do now?" I asked.
The girls looked at one another. It was dark, and there was pale moonlight from a half moon. It was a bit chilly outside.
"Spin the bottle?" I suggested.
The girls seemed to think that this was a good idea, and Patty offered to look for a discarded bottle in the forest.
"Wait," I said before Patty could get up.
"What?" Patty asked.
"Since I’m the only boy, maybe I should just call out a girl’s name, and that girl kisses me."
The girls looked at one another again, and then shrugged. Patty smiled and said, "Sure."
"Cool. And I get a piece of clothing from everybody I kiss."
Quick looks went around, and after a couple of seconds and some nervous giggles, the three girls agreed.
This was the moment that I had been waiting for. I called out, "Camille!"
The other two girls looked saddened that they weren’t picked, so I explained, "This first round, I’m going in alphabetical order."
This seemed to cheer the girls up a bit, as each realized that they would all get a turn.
Camille crawled to me, and puckered her lips. Her face was in shadow, but I could tell that her eyes were shut. I grinned and reached toward her chest and started to unbutton her blouse.
"What are you doing?" Camille asked, her eyes opening.
"I told you, I get a piece of clothing from everybody I kiss. I want your shirt!"
Camille didn’t answer me, but she also didn’t stop me from continuing. I heard her breath catch as my hands gently brushed against her breasts.
I had to pull the blouse out of her jeans, but I finally got the garment off.
I moved toward Camille and kissed her. I didn’t want the first kiss to be too intimate, so I avoided Frenching her, even though I could feel her tongue touching my lips.
After a minute, I broke off the kiss. "Patty, you’re next!"
Patty already had her blouse over her head, eager for me to start kissing immediately. I saw that Wendy had done the same.
I approached Patty and put my arms around her, pulling her body close to mine. Instead of kissing her, though, I started to release the catch on her bra.
"What — " Patty said.
"I told you, I get a piece of clothing from everybody I kiss!"
"But I already took off my shirt!" Patty complained.
"But I didn’t take it off. You did. And a new rule: Once an item of clothing is off, it stays off until we leave here."
Patty looked at her friends. Camille had a smirk on her face, and Wendy had a weird look on her face as she realized that she was going to be the second to go topless, since her blouse was also off.
Finally, Patty nodded, and the catch snapped free. I pulled the bra off her, revealing two smallish round breasts, just a little bit bigger than Merry’s, actually.
"Ready for your kiss?" I asked Patty.
Patty nodded, pursed her lips, and closed her eyes.
I approached Patty, but aimed low. I caught her right nipple with my tongue, and slowly sucked the breast into my mouth.
Patty hadn’t expected this, but moaned softly as I sucked at her breast, her hand behind my head, rubbing my hair lovingly.
After a minute, I pulled away. Patty tried to keep me on her breast, but didn’t fight me as I successfully pulled away.
When I looked at Wendy, I was shocked. She had removed all of her clothing, except for her panties. She was smiling at me.
"My, my," I said. "An eager beaver, huh?"
This drew a quick laugh from Camille. I didn’t know at that time that "beaver" had another context with regard to a female’s anatomy. Patty gave a nervous giggle as well.
I shrugged, still not getting the joke, and approached Wendy, who let me pull her panties down without any hesitation. She grabbed the panties, and moved her weight off her knees so she could remove them for me.
Of the three girls, Wendy had the biggest breasts. They were completely unlike any of the breasts I had seen recently, as they were almost completely conical. In the dim light, I couldn’t see any difference in color to indicate any aureole or nipple. I also noticed that, compared to any of the breasts that I had seen over the last few days, only Wendy’s showed any bit of sag, probably due to their size.
In addition to her large breasts, Wendy also had a thin strip of light brown hair between her legs. This didn’t match the color of her hair on her head, surprisingly.
Like Patty, I kissed Wendy on her breast. About a minute later, I pulled away.