I've been great friends with Courtney for a number of years now. Our common past and even pain led to our online meeting, which resulted in an immediate bond and an extremely intimate interaction between us.

We talked openly about sex, masturbation, porn, and our developing bisexuality when we were together. We frequently discussed whether or not we had wonderful sex that week and what we had been masturbating to lately. We both had a crush on a buddy of ours, let's call her "Katie."

Katie has a beautiful red hair, a broad smile, and a kind disposition. When she once showed us a tattoo on her thigh, my clit would not stop pulsating.

In order to get away, Katie, the two of us, and a few other friends agreed to go camping for a few days. All of us were decked up in our bikinis, eager to cool down in the lake. I couldn't help but be in awe of Courtney's enormous breasts protruding from her swimsuit and Katie's toned figure adorning hers. It was frustrating to see these girls with their bodies glistening and completely soaked. I was, to put it simply, deliciously horny.

I was in a tent with Courtney, the two of us. I was happy to press my thighs together a little and enjoy the slight clitoral stimulation even though I knew I would have to wait until I got home to get off.
Not until a few hours later did I hear Courtney moving around in her sleeping bag. I put my ears back and heard her breathing shallowly, quickly, and saw movement in her bag. I felt my thighs throbbing at the idea of her swollen clit being caressed by her handbag, and I hoped that she was stroking herself.

When I finally got up the nerve to ask how she was doing, she abruptly stopped, clearly embarrassed that I was watching her. I comforted her by telling her it was normal and that everything was alright. She said exactly what I was thinking when I said that Katie needed to get off, badly. She was too attractive in her bikini.

There was a pause before I asked her to continue, letting her know that I shared her sentiments. After a pause, she responded by asking me to go with her since she wouldn't be able to go alone. I moved quickly to her bag and added, "I'd like to play too." For the following few minutes, we couldn't stop thinking about Katie and her partner. We were swooning over her delicious pussy and her incredible tightness when riding a cock. Our moist rubbing, our escaping sighs, and our breathless murmurs filled the tent.

When eventually we could take no more of the edging, we clasped hands, entwining the fingers of our nondominant hands as one of us massaged our clits into an orgasm that sent shivers down our spines. For a while, we gripped each other tightly, pressing our hips together with our sensual fingers. the start of an exquisite friendship.