Kristina laughed and replied, “I guess I shouldn’t wear that shirt again.”
“Whoa! I didn’t say that.”
Kristina laughed again, placed her arms on top of Jennifer’s, and said, “I think we worked together well.”
“I agree, and that’s surprising for me.”
“What? Why?” she asked.
“Because I am very competitive, and I tend to lead.”
“Okay… I’m still confused.”
“You led for most of the hike, and it didn’t bother me at all. Only part of that was because I got to check out your ass since I was behind you.”
“You were checking me out?”
“What part of me noticing those rock-hard nipples was confusing to you?”
“Others probably saw them, too, but I doubt they were checking me out.”
“Idoubt they even noticed,” Jennifer said and ran her hand under Kristina’s shirt. “Becky and Helena never stopped staring at each other unless they were whispering and looking at Nia weirdly. Gage and Carrie were talking and walking ahead of us the whole time. Debra and Sharon were behind us, and I heard them laughing a bunch. At the lake, everyone coupled off, and Nia just bounced between us. I would have made out with you or at least tried to get to second base had she given me more than five minutes during her rounds.”
Kristina laughed again and said, “Oh, yeah? Second base with everyone around like that?”
“We all know why we’re here. Besides, I bet if you and I had started something, the others would have, too.”
Jennifer’s hand moved higher, the other joined, and then, she was playing with Kristina’s breasts.
“This is what I wanted to do: stare out at that lake, with my hands massaging you like this.”
“This feels good.”
Kristina leaned back a little more.
“Are you cold?”
“No. Why?”
Jennifer twisted Kristina’s hard nipples playfully and said, “Then, you must be getting turned on.”
Kristina chuckled and replied, “Hard not to when I’m around you. You were checking me out, but I was staring at you, too.”
“Oh, yeah?”
Jennifer’s hand slipped into the cup of Kristina’s bra.
“I stared at your ass whenever you were behind me, but I kept looking at your neck and your fingers. God, those fingers just do things to me. They’re so long and perfect.”
Jennifer kissed her neck and said, “My parents wanted me to play the piano because my fingers were so long.”
“You never wanted to?”
“No. Cello for a minute, like I told you, but I knew what I wanted to do, and it wasn’t playing the piano. Can you take your bra off for me?”
“Out here?”
“No one’s out here, babe. They’re all in their rooms,” Jennifer said. “Please. I want to feel you.”
