Chapter 4

My sleep-deprived eyes strained against the light as I was prodded awake by my mother. Usually, I’d yell or throw something at her, but I didn’t have the energy to do even that. My multiple late-night rendezvouses were taking their toll, and I didn’t know how much longer I could keep it up. As Mom dragged me from the tent to eat what remained of breakfast. I couldn’t help but think about what I was doing.

It wasn’t that I didn’t enjoy last night, feeling Curtis eat my pussy was the best feeling thing in the world. I’m not too sure how I felt about sucking his cock and swallowing his cum, especially after finding out he’d fucked his wife right before meeting me. That may have been a bridge too far for me, and it brought home that I was interfering with someone’s marriage.

I knew that already, of course, but it made it more real somehow. I’d literally sucked a cock that had been inside another woman - his wife to be specific. How much further would I go if I met him again tonight? What would he want me to do versus what I would be willing to do? Would he actually try to fuck me? And would I let him have my virginity, a man who likely imagined me as his own daughter while he did it.

The thought repulsed and excited me at the same time. My feelings and conscience fought with my lust and desire for the right to make the big decision - should go back again that night. Part of me wanted to stay away. I’d pushed some boundaries already and had experiences I never expected to have camping. The other part wanted to see how far I could truly go. I could give myself to him and see where that path could lead. I could rationalize it as a short-term fling that I wouldn’t even tell anyone about, if I chose. No one would know but me. To everyone else, I would still be a virgin, pure and fresh for the right guy to come along. I needed advice, and there was just one person I could think of here to help me.

I ate quickly and headed to the washrooms to shower. The temperature felt extra hot today, and I was sweating just walking to the washrooms. It added to my grungy feeling from multiple days of reduced sleep, hot and sticky conditions, and general camping grossness. Hell, I’d worn my bathing suit every day since we arrived, and I felt like it needed to be washed. When I was able to shower, I quickly scrubbed the top and bottom with a little soap just so they would at least seem cleaner. I put them on and wrapped my towel around my waist as I headed back to the campsite.

On the way to the shower, I had passed site 176, and it seemed quiet. On my way back, though, I could hear voices from somewhere behind the large tent. I thought about stopping, but wasn’t too sure if I should. I would likely find that Riley was at the beach already. I continued a few feet down the road when someone tapped me on the shoulder.

“Hello, twinsy, thought you could get away from me so easily, did you?”

I turned to find Riley looking at me with a big smile. She just seemed to ooze confidence and sensuality, things I feared I lacked in myself. Her blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail like mine. She wore tight daisy duke blue jean shorts and a thin grey halter top. I could tell by the way her breasts stuck out that she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath. She hugged me, and I could feel the hard points of her nipples against me.

“Hey, Riley,” I said cheerfully. “No, I thought you were at the beach already. I just showered and was about to head down there to see you.”

“Oh cool! Let me change and I’ll go with you. Come on, I want you to meet my Mom and Dad. They’ll freak when they see you.”

“Oh, I don’t know. I should drop my stuff off first and let my parents know where I am,” I replied, trying to find an excuse to avoid meeting her parents. Of course, I’d met Curtis already, but that would just make things extra awkward. But mostly, I’d have to deal with meeting his wife and Riley’s Mom, the woman who’s pussy juice I tasted on his cock last night. I involuntarily walked backwards a few steps, my body hoping to flee the situation, but it was too late.

“Who are you talking to, Riley? What the...?” The older female voice trailed off.

“Mom, this is Jane. I met her at the beach yesterday. Isn’t this crazy?”

“It is ... unbelievable. Nice to meet you, Jane. I’m Carla Sommers.”

“Hello,” I croaked out, slightly embarrassed.

“Come on, Jane. I’m just going to jump in my tent to change real quick, and then we can stop by your site on the way to the beach.”

Before I could say anything, she grabbed me by the arm and dragged me towards their campsite. She climbed into the small tent and zipped it up, and I could hear rustling from inside. I was left standing there with her slightly shell-shocked mother.

“You two look so similar. How is it possible?” she asked as she stared at me.

“I don’t know. Must be one of those one in a million things. My Mom had the same reaction. She couldn’t believe it either,” I replied, trying my best to make small talk. As I awkwardly stood there, I couldn’t help but notice one of Riley’s tent windows was partially unzipped, and I could see right in.

She was completely naked after I saw her pull off her panties. She was sitting down on a black sleeping bag and I could see her perky tits jiggle as she reached for her top. My eyes couldn’t help but stare as she tied a knot underneath her breasts and then moved it behind her back. She lifted the strap over her head and put it behind her hair. I looked down between her legs and saw her pussy was smoothly shaven like mine except for a thin strip of straw-colored hair that traveled from her slit up a few inches, but just below her bikini line.

I couldn’t focus on what Mrs. Sommers was saying and tried to respond somewhat close to what she may have asked. It was strange to be aroused by another girl, especially one who looked exactly like me. I couldn’t even imagine what a psychotherapist would say about something like that. She slipped on her bottoms and started to unzip the front door. My eyes snapped back in front, not wanting to get caught peeping.

“Alright, ready to go?” she asked me as she zipped her tent back up.

“Go? Where are you going, princess?” A voice came from the road. A voice I knew and dreaded hearing at that Moment.

“Daddy, meet Jane,” Riley said as she pulled him around the tent. He smiled an uncomfortable smile and shook my hand.

“Nice to meet you, Jane. You look just like my Riley, isn’t that weird?” he said, his voice full of uncertainty. I wondered if he thought I was there to spill the beans on what we’d been doing together at night.

“Hello, sir, nice to meet you,” I said, sounding like we were meeting for the first time.

“His name is Curtis, sorry for my husband. He must be as shocked as I am,” Mrs. Sommers said. “Why don’t you two run along to the beach. We might meet you there in a little while. We’ve got other things to do first.”

“Ok, bye guys. See you soon,” said Riley as she took my hand and headed up the road. I was happy to get out of there. I was afraid one of us would slip and say or do something that would tip someone off. Still, I couldn’t help but get turned on seeing him again, despite the tense situation.

We stopped by my campsite and dropped off my stuff. My Dad gawked at Riley when she appeared. Mom and I talked about her last night, but I don’t think he really believed how similar she truly was. Part of me couldn’t help but think if my Dad thought the same thing as Curtis. Would he have sex with Riley, knowing she looked almost exactly like me and what would that mean?

We made it to the beach and settled into a lovely spot. There was plenty of sun, a place to set up Riley’s little shelter for shade, and just enough distance from others to talk a little more openly. I had a lot of questions, and she seemed to have plenty of answers. She asked the first question though and it caught me off guard.

“So Jane, how long have you been interested in girls?”

“Wha ... what? What do you mean?”

She grinned, “It’s ok, I saw you looking at me when I was changing.”

I was dumbstruck; she was so forward about it that I shouldn’t have been. She seemed to be pretty direct most of the time, unlike me.

“I’m sorry, I’m not ... I just ... it was just open, and I wondered how similar we both were underneath everything.”

“I said it’s ok. I don’t mind, but now I want to know, how identical are we?” she asked as her eyes traveled up and down my body. I couldn’t help but blush at being checked out by another girl, especially one who looked like me already. There was something extra naughty about it.

“Well, pretty similar from what I could tell. I think your tits are a little bit bigger and you have a little strip of hair above your...”, but I didn’t finish, my eyes lowered in embarrassment.

“Yeah, I like to have a little flair down there. My boyfriend doesn’t mind since it’s out of the way. Are you shaved or are you rocking a bush down there?”

“I’m shaved. I just feel cleaner and it’s easier to just get rid of it all, you know?”

“I guess. Back to my original question though, have you done anything with a girl before?”

“No,” I replied instinctively then stopped to think about it, “ ... well, I did kiss my friend Jenna during a game of Truth or Dare once, but that doesn’t really count.”

“Sure it does. Experience is experience. How’d you find it compared to your man-friend?”

“It was a couple years ago, but I think it was softer and gentler, but neither of us knew what we were doing. What about you, have you done anything with a girl?” I asked, since turnabout seemed like fair play.

“Honestly, not really. I’m not against it but haven’t really looked into trying it. I’m sure my boyfriend would love me to, though. Guys are such perverts.” We both laughed, as I now knew that truth as well.

I don’t know why I felt so relaxed around Riley. I only met her yesterday and yet I felt just as comfortable talking to her about embarrassing things as I would my best friend that I’d known my whole life. She just seemed so relaxed and easy-going, like she didn’t have a care in the world beyond what we were talking about. I wish that part of her could rub off on me just a little bit. I’d kill to feel less awkward around strangers.

“Your Dad’s pretty good looking, for an older man,” Riley said out of nowhere.

“Wait what?!” I blurted out.

“What? He seems like he keeps in shape, and I saw him checking me out,” Riley said calmly, as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

“That’s my Dad! He was probably just seeing if you looked different from me.” While the hypocrisy wasn’t lost on me at that Moment, I still felt grossed out by her comment.

“It isn’t so bad. I saw my Dad check you out, too. We’re both attractive girls and I know you know that. Our Dads are just guys too.”

“Still ... I don’t like to think about it.”

“I mean, I hear my parents doing it often. They’re quite noisy when they have sex. I guess I can be as well though. I must have gotten it from them.”

I never tried to listen to my parents having sex. I generally never tried to think about it ever, to be honest. As for Riley’s parents, I did know they could be loud, having heard them the first night that started this whole thing off. It did remind me of the question I wanted to ask her today.

“What’s sex like?”

“What? Like sex sex?” she replied. I simply nodded.

She thought about it for a bit, took a breath and started. “It’s great! Everything about it is wonderful, if you’re with the right guy. James took a bit of coaching initially, since we were each other’s firsts, but now he knows exactly what I like. There’s just something primal about feeling a guy slip it inside and start pounding into you. Not just jackhammering away, but really moving and hitting the right spots that get you going. Once you start, it’ll be hard to stop afterwards, believe me.”

“That good, huh?” Her words drilled into my brain and made my pussy itch. She made everything sound so amazing that I almost wondered if I would be disappointed when it did happen. My expectations might be too high, and it won’t feel as good as it played out in my mind.

“If James was here, I might let you borrow him to find out. That might be fun to watch actually,” she giggled.

I was shocked. “You’re joking, right? You wouldn’t actually let me fuck your boyfriend.”

She shrugged “I don’t know. I’m sure he’d love it, and it wouldn’t be like it was behind my back. So maybe? But I’m sure you’d like your older man to have you first, but after that ... As I’ve said, have fun while you’re young. This is the time to try stuff.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

“I need to get a picture of the two of us together. James will never believe it. It’s too bad we probably don’t live near each other,” Riley said as she pulled out her phone.