Arrowhead Getaway
Copyright© 2024 by Tarl Cabot
Act 1: She’s perfect for you.
Coming of Age Sex Story: Act 1: She’s perfect for you. - Rick, Eric and Matt bring their special ladies to a Mountain resort for fun and debauchery.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft ft/ft Consensual Teen Siren Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Sharing Group Sex Orgy Swinging Anal Sex Cream Pie Masturbation Oral Sex Squirting Voyeurism Hairy Small Breasts Smoking
“I swear, I will kick your ass, Richard!” I said as my friend Rick followed me from the locker room.
“Come on, Eric!” Rick complained. “You aren’t seeing anyone right now, and we need one more couple to get the cabin for the whole weekend!”
Rick had planned a weekend up at Lake Arrowhead. The only caveat was that we needed to have three couples to avoid sharing the cabin with strangers. Rick claimed to have a girl for me that I would like, so after much arguing I relented.
“If she’s not my type, I’m taking Dana, and you take her,” I threatened. I’d fooled around with Dana before she hooked up with Rick. She was cute and liked sex.
“Whatever, dude...” Rick waved off my objection and my threat. “This girl is hot, and she’s older and has experience!” That made me stop in my tracks. I turned and glared at him with a death stare.
“How Old?” I demanded. In my friend group Rick and I had just turned eighteen, and Joseph, or Joe would be nineteen in a few months. We’d be graduating high school in six months and winter vacation had just started.
“Chill Eric,” Rick said dismissively. She’s twenty-two, she can buy us beer,” Okay, that wasn’t bad. I mean, I did have a massive crush on our twenty-six-year-old Biology teacher. She was one of those hot California blondes.
“Fine!” I shouted. “But my threat still stands. If she isn’t my type, I’m taking Dana.”
We left school for the day and headed to the local sandwich shop we always hung out at. When we got there, only one customer sat at a table, and the sandwich guy was working behind the counter as usual. Rick pointed to the customer and nodded.
“That’s her...” he whispered conspiratorially. “Her name is Barbara.”
Well, Barbara was exactly my type, at least superficially. She looked quite well put together. Her chest was a bit flat, but I never shied away from A-Cups. She had long chestnut hair and from what I could see her ass was well rounded.
She sat facing the door and waved as we came in. Her smile was infectious. She stood up and I thought I’d pop a boner right there.
Barbara was about five-foot-six and had delicious-looking curves. Her ass was well-rounded, and her waist was slim. In her spaghetti strap camisole and tight blue jeans with easy access zipper that went all the way around the back, I almost drooled.
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