Dear Diary,
Sitting outside under the oak tree watching a collection of girls from another team practice a routine where they bend over, come back up, clap, poke their boobs out, do 180 degree turn, just to bend over again. They’re doing all this under the blazing sun that makes ’em sweat, wetting their thin shirts, and exposing nipples for the ones not wearing a bra.
All the girls on my team are crowded up under trees sitting Indiana style with notepads in our hands. We’re working on new cheers. Actually, they are; I’m not. I’m writing in my diary as you can see. Have to dish my latest news.
I went the entire weekend without getting my groove on. I wanted to when Carrie approached me late last night, but I blew her off. Now that Wendi was in our new cabin mate, I didn’t want to run her out. We’d already apologized and made up for our little fight. I admitted that I was getting a little carried away, especially with fingering a stranger on the bus on the way here. I was just taking advantage of being around several stunning girls, who were just as curious as I.
Wendi told me I was acting like a dog off the leash. She also joked that if I could reproduce with another girl, I would most likely have about 5 to 10 illegitimate children.
So, I’ve decided to calm down. Mmmm… I wonder how long this will last.
Singed,
Mz Delite
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June 30, 2007 7:12 p.m.
Dear Diary,
Getting a new roommate tomorrow. Don’t fret, it is not Wendi being replaced. It is Carrie. She left this morning; her son is ill. Wendi went along with her, because Carrie’s son is her nephew. But Wendi will be back tomorrow. The camp decided to let a girl from another cabin that was overcrowded, take Carrie’s bunk. My only request is that she’s hot. Because little miss Melissa wasn’t letting me dip into her chocolate. Since Wendi moved in, I wasn’t trying anymore anyway. I hadn’t done anything with anyone in the past two weeks. Just a quick slap on Kimmi’s ass one day while we were practicing cartwheels, but that’s it.
I’ve been missing entries because no action has been going on. So sad. 🙁
Signed,
C. D.
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July 1, 2007 12:03 a.m.
Dear Diary,
It has been worth the wait. Chocolate is just as sweet as vanilla. Yes, I mean, I finally got to suck on her double d breasts.
I didn’t initiated the episode. She did. It happened as so…
Just an hour or so ago, only me and Melissa in our cabin tonight (Carrie went home to check on her son, and Wendi went with her). I was in the bathroom putting rollers in my hair as I watched Melissa in the large mirror. She was looking for something in Carrie’s empty bunk above mine.
“What ya looking for?” I inquired as she started tossing my blankets around on my bed.
“Um, nothing important. I’ll find it,” she answered as she started back searching Carrie’s bed.
“Need my help?” I offered.
“Finish your hair. I got this,” Melissa said.
“I’m done with my hair,” I stated as I entered our sleeping quarters. “I don’t mind helping you.”
“It’s nothing. I don’t need it.” Her tone of saying that told me she was lying. Whatever she was looking for was important, but she wanted to keep it discreet.
Melissa, wearing a zebra-printed body hugging night gown that hugged her large boobs closely together, gave up and climbed into her bed, the top bunk just 4 feet away from mine. I turned off the lights and climbed into my bed. I checked my cell phone to make sure it was on charge when I discovered I had 2 new text messages.
Both messages were from Carrie. The first text informed her son was doing well, simple ear infection.
Second text read: I packed so fast that I left some things, like my cheer notebook and my vibrator.
I texted back: Yeah I’ll mail it 2 u after I use it… a few dozen times $w33+_C@rmyn
Carrie replied : yeah I know that. thats y im praying melissa will find it 1st. lol. good nite. ttyl girl ~M$.C@RR!3
Ten mintues later.
“Ohh,” a low voice moaned along with a rhythmic buzzing.
I was just slowly dosing off into a slumber when low moaning from the other side of the room surfaced. Eavesdropping, I discovered it was Melissa using Carrie’s vibrator. I slid my hand down between my legs. I masturbated as I listened to Melissa fuck herself.
A sticky fluid was soon all over my fingers and thighs as I quietly fingered my swollen clit. Biting my lip to keep from making a sound, I continued. Melissa was inhaling and exhaling deeply as the vibrator fed her hungry pussy. I stared in the direction of her bunk. The room was too dark for me to actually see her, but I could make out her outline. I saw her elbow shoot up in the air and heard her hand collide with her mouth. She was trying to keep quiet as her body jerked. I assumed she was close to cumming. So I accelerated my finger motions, hoping to cum at the time she did.
Moments later, the buzzing noise gradually evaporated into the darkness.
“Shit,” Melissa whispered. I heard her slap something. It had to be the vibrator. “Don’t die now.”
I had to place my hand over my mouth to keep from laughing. Just as she was about to cum, it died on her. Unable to withdraw from immediate laughter, I hoped out of my bed and ran to the bathroom. I turned on the shower, so she couldn’t hear me laughing my ass off.
“You about to take a shower?” Melissa asked through the closed bathroom door.
“Umm,” I looked down at the sticky situation all in my panties and over my thighs. “Yes.”
“Can I join you?” she inquired.
Sexually frustrated with the untimely death of her friend, I thought.
Before she finished the question, I had the door opened. “What did you just ask me?”
Melissa grabbed the back of my neck and shoved her tongue down my throat. As we kissed, she put my hand under her zebra printed gown to discover her exposed wetness. As I toyed with her swollen clit, I used my other hand to pull her closer in the bathroom towards the shower.
We stopped kissing for two seconds. One second to undress ourselves. The other to hop in the shower. Then back to tongue fighting. She was pressed up against the wall as I leaned my body my lower half against hers under the running water. I cupped her large breast, squeezed and caressed them until she let me pull away from the kissing, so I could suck her darkened erect nipples.
Melissa liked it rough, so I gave it to her rough. I sucked on her boobs so hard until hickeys appeared. I slapped her brown round ass under it reddened a little. I munched hungrily on her pussy lips while inserting nearly an inch of my index finger in her tight ass. When she went down on me, I held a handful of her wet black hair as she lapped on my goodies. The shower head was adjusted to full blast so the water pressure was heavy and felt great on my erect nipples, like drumsticks hammering on a drum.
No interruptions. We just fucked until the water started to get cold.
“That was some sweet chocolate,” I bragged to Melissa as we cuddled in my bed. “When will Carmyn Delite taste Melissa Brownies again?”
“Well, no one is here but us, so how about… now?” she smiled.
Signed,
The Sweet Carmyn Delite
P.S. What Wendi doesn’t know… needs to stay that way.
