Chapter 1

It was a nice afternoon, which was probably the last day of the exceptionally long Indian summer. Tomorrow’s weather forecast predicted long showers, and the temperatures would drop significantly. Winnie enjoyed her regular run on the North Shore Segment along the sandy beach of Lake Siskiyou, and she loved the view of Mount Shasta, which was lit beautifully by the warm rays of the sun.

Still a little out of breath she ran her fingers through her long blonde tresses of hair while she stretched her muscles. With her eyes closed she eagerly inhaled the fresh air which was enriched with the sweet pine fragrance of the forest. Her body tingled pleasantly after the sixty-minute workout. Knowing that tomorrow would be her last day of her long holiday, she decided to have a quick swim to wash off the sweat.

Even though she knew it was a secluded part of the lake, where no person would pass by, she looked around to double check she was alone. Winnie almost moaned with pleasure when she finally could unhook her sturdy sports bra. With a frown, she looked at the monstrous size of it. She still had trouble accepting that her breasts had gone up two cup sizes in record time. It had been quite an awkward period at school, especially because she was part of the cheerleading team.

She shook her head as she dumped the sweat soaked bra on the pile of clothes and stepped towards the water.

She quickly took off her running shoes and socks and shivered a little when her firm bottom was exposed to the fresh air. There was a sudden gust of wind that cooled her damp skin. Winnie gasped as she felt her nipples getting taught and with a little squeak she rushed into the water. It was certainly a nice feeling for her, especially what happened between her legs.

But then the icy cold water demanded her full attention, which made her skin tingle all over. It was an exciting feeling that cold water was flowing past her supple body and after taking a deep breath she dove down to the bottom of the lake. She kept her eyes open, in the hope of seeing some fish fleeing away. She spread her arms and legs while she slowly moved up to the surface again. She thought it was an invigorating feeling not being bothered by gravity.

But too soon the water’s low temperature urged her to quickly wash the sweat off her body. It was a ritualized daily routine of washing her body and whether she was in the shower or now here in the lake, every square inch of her body was meticulously cleaned. But as soon as she touched her nipples the warm feeling in her groin flared up again. Winnie sighed frustratedly because the cold water wasn’t exactly a great place to get herself off and she knew it had to wait until later. Perhaps after seeing Nana, she could do it if the nice feeling was still there.

Within five minutes she was dressed in a clean set of clothes. She always brought a bag with a change of clothes in case she decided to swim after her run. Refreshed. she headed into the direction of her car, which was another 15 minute hike with several steep climbs. Most of the time she stopped at the highest point of her secret trail just to enjoy the amazing view and today she knew it would probably be the last time this year that she could be here.

The last mile was boring and somewhat saddening when she stepped into the car. As she started the engine, she knew it was the end of a great vacation. Just as well it was going to rain; she needed to get things ready for her senior year.

Winnie unlocked the front door, knowing her mom wouldn’t be home for another hour. It was Wednesday, her mom’s day to stay longer at work. She rushed upstairs to dump her wet training gear into the washing basket and smiled fondly as she saw her birthday dress hanging above the bath. Her eighteenth birthday party was amazing, and it was actually quite funny that her best friend, Betty, had spilled a drink on her.

All other guests were gone already when it happened, which led to a hilarious striptease show. Winnie was well aware they were both tipsy, which helped the frivolous mood they were in. She still remembered the conversation as if it had happened just moments ago.

“My god Winnie,” said Betty with a little slur, “your boobs are so...”

Winnie looked contrite at the modest chest of her friend and replied with a sigh, “Wanna swap?”

“Ugh,” Betty moaned, “I wish we could.”

“Seriously?”

“Hell yeah,” she answered eagerly, “All the boys, especially Frankie, are practically drooling when you enter the canteen.”

Winnie rolled her eyes. Frankie was just annoying. She still couldn’t understand why Betty had the hots for him. “You know these ladies weigh about five pounds,” Winnie said as she lifted her tits with her hands, “That’s no fun if you have to run.”

Betty slowly reached out to cup them and whispered, “I wouldn’t mind.”

With eyes as big as saucers she watched Betty’s perfectly manicured hands slowly inch towards her, not knowing what to do. Winnie gasped when Betty’s fingers slid over the silky soft skin of her breasts. It definitely had an arousing effect on her and she started to laugh hysterically while she quickly moved away.

Not really knowing what to think about what just happened she quickly pulled her nighty over her head, making sure her naked body was covered.

“Aww,” Betty responded with a pouting expression.

“What?” responded Winnie a little shocked as she quickly crossed her arms over her chest to hide her aroused state. She hated that her hard nipples blatantly protruded through the thin fabric of her gown.

“No fair,” moaned her friend softly, “I just wanted to feel how heavy your gorgeous boobs are.”

Winnie stared at Betty, realizing she actually envied her perfectly bronzed complexion and stunning looks. She caressed the soft curls of her shiny black hair and sighed deeply as she looked in those mesmerizing dark brown eyes.

“Promise me,” Winnie whispered, “no hinky kinky.”

It was her way to tell the black-haired girl she didn’t want to let it advance to something ... more.

A naughty smile appeared on Betty’s face as she slowly shook her head. “No hinky kinky,” she repeated huskily.

Winnie slowly exhaled her breath when she spread her arms, giving the eager girl access to her breasts. She could accept the gentle cupping now there was a thin layer of fabric between them.

Winnie’s reminiscence was disturbed by a message on her phone. It was her mother, telling her she was on her way. “Oh drat!” she cursed softly and rushed down to the kitchen as she was late already with starting to prepare dinner. She sighed deeply trying to adjust her focus away from the erotic memories she shared with Betty.