Chapter 2

With no school on Monday, President’s Day, Cheyenne and Heather decided it would be fun to get away from campus and make a day of it. They got out early, driving to the local mountains, stopping at a deli on the way. They’d have a little picnic. Cheyenne drove on unfamiliar roads that led them higher and deeper into the forested mountain range. Along the way, with music blasting from the radio, they gossiped about some of the “sluts” at school. That was when Heather brought up the girls next door.

“Last night they REALLY went at it. Woke me up at three. Did ya hear them? One of them was moaning and bumping against our wall.”

Cheyenne added, “She was definitely cumming. Woke me, too. One of them had to be using a strap-on, I’m pretty sure. It sounded like she was penetrating the other--fucking like a guy would. And the other girl’s head bumped against the wall every time she got pounded with the strap-on cock! I wonder how big it is, ya know, the dildo! Even though a part of me is curious, I wish I didn’t hear them, because it gets me so fucking horny--even though it’s a lez thing. They give each other SO many orgasms! I’m amazed at how much they can make each other cum.”

“Me, too! It gets me--well, wet! You don’t have to explain yourself. I get it, totally!” Heather replied and laughed to herself at her openness. “But, the one thing is, that since they ARE girls, they can make each other cum all night! A guy can’t cum all night. A guy can go maybe three times, right? Maybe with Viagra or sumpthin’. But a girl can go on and on and on. We’re so lucky that way.”

After she said that, she felt weird, like she was promoting girl-girl sex. She was thinking out loud and probably should’ve edited herself. But on the other hand, Cheyenne knew that about her. It was just talk.

This was their first outing together outside of the school environment--other than at a cafe. They dressed casually with hiking in mind. Both wore short shorts and revealing blouses, buttoned halfway. Neither girl was wearing their shape-hiding clothing this time. Without discussing it, they dressed to emphasize their hot bodies. Heather noticed Cheyenne’s voluptuous cleavage nearly bursting out of her blouse. A part of her was envious--maybe even a little jealous. Likewise, Cheyenne was envious of Heather’s hot, bubble butt.

They pulled off the main road onto a graded, dirt parking area. There were only a few cars in the lot, considering it was a holiday. There were picnic tables and restrooms and some raised grills for barbecues. They ate their deli food at a table and took a short hike. The trail was user-friendly for all ages and abilities.

Heather walked with Cheyenne on a narrow, dirt trail under a thick canopy of trees. It was nice and cool in the shade. Two women were coming down the trail in the opposite direction, heading toward them. They were holding hands. They were in their thirties, attractive and obviously a couple. As they passed each other they smiled and nodded silent hellos.

“A cute couple,” Cheyenne said after they passed.

“They don’t hide they’re lesbians,” Heather said. “That’s cool, but I think some things should be discreet like at school. But showing it in a place like this is alright, too.”

Cheyenne said, “I wouldn’t hide it if I was--like them. I mean, I wouldn’t be ashamed. I bet you they thought WE were a couple.”

“You think so? We weren’t even holding hands.”

“Going by what you’re saying, maybe they thought WE were being discreet. The way one of them looked at us, she was probably thinking we were a cute couple, too!”

“Really?” Heather replied. “You got that from how she looked at us? Are you psychic or something?” she said, laughing a little.

“No, not psychic. I’m good at reading people. Hold my hand. Let’s fool those guys coming down the trail up ahead. It’ll be like a social experiment.” Cheyenne bumped her hand against Heather’s, but she didn’t hold it.

“I dunno. I’m not--I dunno--nothing against you, Cheyenne.”

“Wow, loosen up, girlfriend. It won’t make you a lesbian if you hold my hand! I promise! Didn’t you ever hold a girl’s hand when you were little? I did, and I was boy crazy!”

Heather thought about it for a moment and grasped Cheyenne’s hand. It felt soft and warm!