How Far Will You Go?

Sandy looked at Susan and said in a joking tone, "I don't have to ask if you enjoyed yourself last night after I left."

"Oh my God!" Susan exclaimed, throwing both hands to her chest. "Was I that loud?"

"Yes you were." I answered for Sandy. And then both Sandy and I started laughing.

Susan just rolled her eyes, "Ha, ha, very funny."

* * *

After a shower and a light supper, Susan and I spread a blanket over the sofa and began watching some TV. We hadn't bothered getting dressed after our shower, so we just lay on the sofa naked and spooned.

It was just before eight o'clock when there was a knock on the door. Even though I knew it was just Sandy, I still freaked, "Oh my God, hurry and grab our robes.

When Susan got up, she looked down at me with a scolding expression, "Oh chill. It's just Sandy, for Christ's sake. I'm sure she's seen naked women before." And then she walked to the door and glanced through the peep hole. She stayed behind the door as she opened it, but that did nothing to hide me.

"When Sandy stepped in and saw that we were both totally naked, she asked, "I'm sorry, did I interrupt something? I can come back another time."

Susan responded, "Nah, we're just watching TV. I hope you don't mind if we stay . . . comfortable."

"Mind? No, not at all." Sandy said. I wish I could run around my apartment naked, but my husband is always popping in at all hours without warning. And more often than not, he has one or more of his friends with him. If I had my druthers, I'd never wear clothes."

And then she opened the bag in her hand and pulled out a bottle of Vodka and a large bottle of orange juice. "I noticed you two were drinking Screwdrivers last night."

"Sweet. Thank you very much." I piped in.

"We could use one right now." Susan told her. "Will you join us?"

I couldn't believe how comfortable Susan seemed to be standing there totally naked while chatting with a woman we'd just met the night before.

"I'd love one." Sandy answered.

And then Susan shocked me even more by saying, "Sandy, your husband won't be showing up here with his friends."

"Really? You wouldn't mind?" Sandy questioned Susan, and then she looked over at me and showed me a questioning expression.

Susan said, "Really. Feel free to get comfortable."

I looked at her and answered her query, "Make yourself at home." Even though I couldn't believe what Susan and I were saying.

Sandy responded, "You two are too sweet, really. But if you're sure you don't mind, I'd love to. The only time I get to be naked is when my husband is off on business trips, and that's not very often." And with that, she began undressing while Susan fixed drinks for the three of us. "Do you have a towel for me to sit on?"

"Sure." I said as I got up off the sofa and headed to the hall closet. When I returned with a towel, I was amazed at how beautiful Sandy's body was. She was tall and slender, very toned, tan all over—no tan lines, and she had boobs that would rival Susan's. She also had a full bush of black pubic hair. She looked really great for a forty something woman.

Sandy must have seen me staring at her body, she held out her arms and did a pirouette, "Not bad for an old lady, huh?"

"I'll say!" Susan said as she was carrying in our drinks.

"I second what she said."

"James makes enough that I don't have to work anymore, so I work out three mornings a week, and tan twice a week. Of course, I'd prefer to maintain my tan by being out in the sun instead of a tanning booth."

She spread the towel on the stuffed chair and sat down. Susan and I sat on the sofa and clicked off the TV. Susan wasted no time getting personal, "So, you said you've done the girl/girl thing before. Was it a regular thing?"

Sandy took a big swig of her Screwdriver and looked right at us, "Well, if you really want to know, I had several female lovers off and on all through college. Like I told you last night, I miss it, and I'm very jealous of you two."

"I never would have dreamed I'd ever do anything like what Susan and I have been doing these last few days. It's wonderful though."

Sandy looked at me, "If you don't mind me asking, how did it start?"

Susan spoke up, "Cock Man. We were baiting him into chatting online by sending him some racy pictures, and we just got carried away."

Sandy laughed out loud, "Yep, that'll do it every time. I was hooked the first time I kissed a girl during a game of Truth Or Dare."

Susan acted like we'd known Sandy all our lives. Nothing was off limits to her. "You don't ever shave your pussy?"

"God! I'd love to, but James likes it this way. He's weird that way . . . very old school. Before I met him, I stayed totally shaved—not just trimmed like the two of you."

Susan let out a fake gasp, "You looked at our pussies? You naughty girl!"

Sandy and I both laughed, and then Sandy said, "Well, it wasn't much of a look. I forced myself not to stare. You are both very sexy."

"You can look as much as you want. We won't mind, will we, Jan?"

What could I say but, "Of course we won't. If we did, we would have put something on when you got here."

Susan called me out, "She wanted to, but I wouldn't let her."

"I'm glad" Sandy said with a playful raise of her eyebrows.

Susan shocked me even more than she had previously when she said, "Maybe down the road, after the new wears off for us, we might invite you to join us. Would you like that?"

Sandy's eyes shot open, as did mine. "Would I like . . . that would be wonderful, but if you two are anything like I was with my girlfriends, the new isn't going to be wearing off anytime soon—years even."

Whew! I thought to myself.

Susan responded with, "God! I hope you're right about that, cause it's hot as fuck right now."

"I need another drink." I told them. They both drained the remainder of their drinks, so I collected their glasses and headed to the kitchen.

"You know," Sandy said, "I wasn't going to say anything, but there is another friend of mine in the building who has to keep her nudist tendencies hidden. She has two kids, but she manages to slip over to my place sometimes when James is out of town—and no, we're not lovers. She's very straight."

"What would she think about me and Jan?" Susan asked her. "We aren't going to hide our relationship."

"She wouldn't think anything about it. She's not a prude or naïve. She's just straight. She knows all about my past, and I've heard about every boy and man she has fucked. She was pretty wild in college too. She's a very fit and sexy thirty-three."

I knew what Susan was about to say, so as I was walking back to them with fresh drinks, I beat her to it. "You should invite her over. The more the merrier."

Susan shot me astonished look, and then she showed me a smile that told me she was proud of me for being so bold.

"She'd love that." Sandy said. "Should I call her now and see if she can slip out for a few minutes.

"Please do." Susan said.

So Sandy got up and went to the table for her cell phone. "Is your mom home?" She asked whoever answered the phone, obviously one of her kids. "Bren, can you slip out for a few minutes. I've made some new friends that share our enjoyment . . . attire wise." After a pause, she said, "No, no, it's two young ladies. You'll love them." Another pause. "The apartment right below mine. We're just having drinks and chatting." Pause. "Okay, great. We'll be expecting you."

And then Sandy turned to us, "She'll be here in five minutes. Her name is Brenda, but everyone calls her Bren. She's a sweetie."

When we heard a knock on the door, I spoke up, "I'll get it." I was trying hard to get over being so shy, and the drinks were helping. I peeked through the spy hole and then opened the door enough for Bren to come in. "Hi, Bren. I'm Jan. That's Susan on the sofa, and you already know Sandy. Would you like a Screwdriver?"

"I'd love one." She said, already undressing. And then she turned to Sandy and said, "You said they were young ladies and that I'd love them, but you didn't tell me they were centerfolds."

When she was totally naked, Bren walked over to the middle of the living room area. She held out her arms and looked up at the ceiling while turning around. "Get the looking over with so I can relax." She said with a giggle.

Susan, Sandy and I all laughed, and then Susan said in an appreciative tone, "Very, very nice."

I agreed wholeheartedly. Bren had shoulder-length blond hair. She was about five foot seven or so, and like the other three of us, she was very trim and fit. Her boobs were more like mine—not as big or as firm as Susan's. And her pussy was totally shaven. I loved that look. And her tan was even better than Sandy's, also with no tan lines.

I handed her the drink I'd just made, and then headed off to get her a towel. When I returned, I spread it on the stuffed chair opposite where Sandy was sitting, and then returned to my place beside Susan.

"Bren, just so you know, Susan and Jan are new lovers. Neither of them had been with another girl until a few days ago, and now they are very happy they made that leap."

Bren looked at me and Susan, her face beaming, "That's wonderful. I'm very happy for you."

Sandy spoke up again, "They were a little concerned . . . you being straight and all."

"I hope she set you straight on that." Bren said to us.

"She did." I said. "We're still trying to get used to it ourselves."

"Did she tell you we've been getting naked together for over a year?"

"She didn't say how long, just that you go to her place when her husband is out of town. How did the two of you find out each other liked being naked?" Susan asked Bren.

"I got a job at the tanning salon Sandy goes to, and she wasn't shy about walking around naked in the back, even when there were men back there. That kinda got us talking about it. I knew from her membership card that we live in the same building, and the rest is history. So how did you find out about Sandy or vise versa."

Sandy spoke up, "Cock Man. That's what they call the guy across the alley. I heard them talking on their balcony below mine, and we got to talking. Their view of his place is a lot better than mine, so they invited me down. And they have binoculars." She said with a chuckle.

I added, "Sandy didn't know about the naked part until she came over to watch Cock Man from our balcony tonight. When she found us naked, she joined us."

"My God! Bren," Sandy exclaimed. "You won't believe what he did last night. He actually sucked his own cock and swallowed most of his own cum."

"No way!" Bren gasped, "I mean, we knew he could lick the head, but he can actually suck it, really?"

"Yep," Susan said, "And it didn't even look like it was that difficult for him. He got several inches of that monster in his mouth."

"Holy shit!" Bren said with another gasp. "I'd pay good money to see that."

"The girls can probably arrange that." Sandy told her. "They've been chatting with him online."

"That's too cool." Bren said.

Bren finished her drink. I offered to fix her another one, but she said she would do it. That didn't piss me off. It was another opportunity to stare at her sexy body. God! I thought to myself, I must be turning gay for real.

"I wish we could be doing this outside." Sandy told us. "But the upper floors of the building can see into the balcony, and they would know which apartment we're in."

"Yeah, Susan said. That wouldn't be a good thing. No telling who would come knocking on our door."

Bren spoke up, "We need to put our heads together and find a place to go naked outside without getting arrested or raped."

"That's a wonderful idea." I put in my two cents. "That would be so cool."

"I second that." Susan agreed, and then Sandy made it unanimous.

Bren then said, "I know there's a nudist camp somewhere north of town. I think it's up I35 somewhere. At the first of nude season, several people come in the tanning salon to get a base so they don't have to worry about burning at the nudist camp."

"We should do that, Jan. A tan wouldn't hurt either one of us."

Bren told us, "We have really great rates this time of year. It's our slowest part of the year, and I can get you some coupons and discounts on top of that."

"Count me in." I said.

"I'm the only one here who doesn't work, so I'll research that nudist camp and see what I can find out." And then she almost shouted, "Oh, I forgot." And she jumped to her feet and hurried to the dining room table. She pulled a pair of binoculars out of her bag. "I bought these this morning. I was hoping I could leave them here with you so I don't have to explain to James why I have them."

On her way to and from her chair, I found myself staring at her boobs and her toned ass. I didn't like her bushy pubes though, and I couldn't imagine going down on a woman who had a bush like that. I mentally scolded myself and tried to shake off the feeling that I was really turning gay.

Way too soon to suit me, both Sandy and Bren said they needed to get home before their husbands started looking for them. Sandy stopped in the middle of the living room area and stretched out her arms to me and Susan. "C'mon, girls, give us a hug so we can get dressed."

Susan stepped up to her first and leaned way in for a hug. Both Sandy and Bren laughed, and Bren said, "Hon, if you're going to be a nudist, you'll have to get used to naked hugging with both men and women. Now don't be shy, get in there and give her a proper hug, and then me."

Susan did just that. She gave first Sandy and then Bren a full body hug each, and not a quick one either. I was next, so I took a deep breath and then hugged Sandy for several seconds. Like when hugging Susan, I loved the feel of her larger boobs smashing against mine. Then I did the same to Bren. Hers felt different, but still very erotic.

Finally, Sandy and Bren hugged tightly for a very long time and exchanged sisterly kisses. Two minutes later, they were dressed and gone.

"That was fun." I told Susan.

She laughed and said, "Fun, yes, and hot as fuck too. I'm drenching wet. I need your fingers in me like right now."

* * *

Saturday morning, we spent some time working up a menu for the week, and then we went shopping. I dressed more conservatively this time, and I felt much more comfortable in the grocery store.

After putting our groceries away and having a wonderful taco salad for lunch, we decided to head over to the lake to walk and enjoy getting some sun. This time, however, we put on bikinis under our shorts and t-shirts, and we took beach towels so we could lie out on the grassy area on one side of the lake. We also took a small ice chest filled with bottled water and Gatorade.

After two brisk trips around the lake, we got the towels and ice chest out of Susan's Mustang and found a nice place to lie out in the sun and get started on our tans.

We laid out the two large towels and then stripped down to our bikinis. We were both lying on our stomachs, our heads turned facing each other, Susan showed me a naughty grin. At the same time, she reached back and untied her bikini top.

"No you're not." I half-scolded, half-giggled.

"Go ahead. I dare you." She challenged me, so I did the same.

"Jan, just because we have it for each other, doesn't mean we can't still enjoy teasing men. We're not lesbians, you know."

I considered her words, and then I said to her in a low, serious tone, "I'm not so sure about me anymore. I haven't thought about being with a man since we started fooling around."

She chuckled, "We're still new to all this. We'll probably both be back to dreaming about men fucking us before long."

"I'm not so sure." I told her in that same serious tone. "Yesterday, when Sandy and Bren were at out apartment, I couldn't help but thinking certain thoughts about them."

"Sexual thoughts?"

I could feel a blush flow over my face, "Yes."

Susan shocked me by showing me a wide smile. "You're not the only one. I was mentally fucking both of them the whole time they were there. That's why I was so hot by the time they left. But that doesn't mean I wouldn't still enjoy having a good romp with a man, if he was any good."

"Yeah, I guess you're right." I agreed. "I just haven't been able to think about that at all lately."

"Hi there, ladies. Mind if we join you? We have beer."

I looked around enough to see a fairly good looking, dark haired young man standing just behind us. His lanky friend, with curly red hair, was standing a few feet behind him, apparently content to let his better looking and bolder friend hit on us.

I was just about to tell them we are lesbians, but Susan beat me by asking him, "What kind of beer?"

"Bud Lite" He answered with a chuckle.

"Okay" She told them, "Cop a squat."

The better looking of the two boys sat down cross legged in front of us. I assumed he chose his position carefully. He would have a view of our boobs if we rose up at all to take a drink of beer. Susan showed me a grin and wink, letting me know she picked up on that too.

His buddy scampered off to retrieve their ice chest, and the small talk began. I let Susan take the lead, since she'd been the one who invited them to sit down. I closed my eyes and stayed quiet, pretending to be asleep. Given our earlier conversation, I hoped she wasn't going to hook us up with them just to prove we're not lesbians.

When Red returned, Burt retrieved four beers from the larger ice chest. He popped the top on one and handed it to Susan. I almost fainted when she turned onto her side, propping herself up on one elbow, and took a long drink from the can. Her awesome boobs were on full display to these two young men that we'd just met.

When he popped the top on a second beer and offered it to me, I was at a loss as to what to do. There was no way I could drink it while hugging the ground with my boobs. I looked over at Susan, but she was just laying there with a daring eyebrow raised to me.

Finally, I took a deep breath and rolled onto my side, propping myself up on an elbow facing her. I shot her a sarcastic "Satisfied?" look.

Burt and Red, were a little tongue tied through another ten minutes of small talk. Susan soon announced, "Nature calls, guys. Jan, will you do the honors?" She asked me as she sat up and pulled her bikini top into place.

After I fastened it for her, she asked, "You're coming with me, aren't you?"

"Sure." I answered, and sat up. After she hooked my bikini top, she told the guys, "We won't be long." And we headed off down the path.

The minute I knew we were out of earshot, I intentionally bumped into her, "What the fuck was that all about?"

"Oh chill. I was just having a little fun. It's safe enough. There are too many people around for them to rape us."

"Okay, but just so you know, I'm not fucking either one of them."

Susan squealed, "Me either. We are making their day though. Just roll with it."

"I'll try." I said honestly.

On our walk back from the restrooms, and just before we got back into earshot, Susan told me in a low voice, "When we get back, take your top off before you sit down. Let's give them a good show."

I giggled, "You know, they'll be hobbling off on three legs."

"Of course. Isn't that the whole point?" She asked me with a wild giggle.

"They aren't the only ones who can see us, Susan." I said seriously.

"Just tune everyone else out and concentrate on these two. Have some fun with it. God gave us these bodies for a reason."

Sure enough, we were still several steps away from our towels when Susan reached behind her back and unhooked her bikini top. Reluctantly, I followed suit.

"Okay, I'm ready for another beer," Susan told them as she sat cross legged on her towel facing them.

Again, I mimicked her actions. I was somewhat relieved that our backs were to the walking path, so the people there didn't have a clear view of us.