Three Days
Today Jenna asked if I would like to go on a trip, a sort of miniature vacation, with her to Lake Albanon. I was ecstatic, of course, but I didn't let it show. Jenna , in case any of you have forgotten, is a vixen, and one of the more popular girls of our school. I get the feeling she was pressured into inviting me, though, though I could tell she meant well. A lot of people are kind of scared when it comes to my eye patch, and they try extra-hard to be my friend because they feel the need to test their own tolerance of others' differences. I might go into deep rambling about that and the nature of all creatures, but I won't. I am the new student at school. I just moved here, and A lot of people are welcoming me with open arms. I don't have any friends at school yet, so going on this four-day trip with Jenna will make me or break me. There is another reason I'm excited about it though. More on it later. I write this on the night of the day we left. I'll start at the beginning of the day. Two days off on holiday, so we left on Thursday. I packed up all my stuff (toothbrush/paste, toilet paper, this journal, and various other odds and ends) and left for her home. Jenna's parents greeted me more warmly than Jenna did herself, and we all had breakfast together before hitting the road. Jenna and I talked about where I was from, etcetera. She avoided bringing the eye patch into the conversation. Some people want to know more about it, others are too shy or polite, I suppose. I think she admired my quick wit, having little of her own, to the best of my knowledge from what I had seen so far. Herself, she was very pretty, and very moral in comparison to most popular girls I've known. It might have been around then I started falling for her. The drive to the campsite just off the lake was four hours, so Jenna and I had plenty of time to talk. Her voice is lovely, almost indescribable. It was worth talking to her just to hear it. Other than that, I learned that we're both Scorpio, we both like crusts on bread, we're both protestants, and we both keep a journal (She calls hers a diary, how girly). "I can't believe we have so much in common, Riley!" she told me. I had to admit it was true. Upon our arrival, Jenna and her family set up two tents, insisting that I sit out and let them do all the work. I wasn't about to argue, so instead I went rooting through my duffel bag for something I could swim in. I snuck away from camp into the woods, changed, and came back right as they were finishing. Jenna went into our tent to change, while her parents and older brother went into their tent for who-knows-what. Jenna's brother is seventeen, almost three years older than Jenna. Jenna changed into her own swimsuit, and she looked positively stunning! She was wearing a two-piece swimsuit, dwarfing my bathing outfit (oversized old T-shirt, undergarments) by comparison. I was glad we were just about to submerge into ice-cold water, because she won't be able to tell I was sweating just from standing near her. I regretted that thought the moment I touched the water. Of course it wasn't really ice cold, but it was miserably cold. Jenna let herself into the water one inch at a time, and I threw myself in. Damn nearly died, but I got used to the water immediately. I started splashing Jenna playfully until she jumped in with me. I think I impressed her with my swimming ability. I'm a very good swimmer. We got back to the tents and dried off on towels Jenna provided, as I forgot to bring my own. Jenna and I shared a tent, and we chatted until midnight and she eventually fell asleep. I snuck out of the tent with the towel as she slept, found a good place in the woods, and I guiltily masturbated with Jenna on my mind. I couldn't get her out, really. Don't get me wrong, this is one of eight or so times I've gotten off in my life. Maybe I'm entering estrus, but I hope not. That could get awkward as long as I'm with Jenna and her family. I snuck back into the tent twenty minutes later, sealed it, am updating my journal, and am about to fall asleep. Today has been the worst day of my life. Day two of the trip started off alright. Jenna woke me up and we went outside, enjoying the brilliant scenery. There we were, a fox and a wolf, five miles from the nearest civilization and over fifty from home. I was really relaxing, letting go, when Jenna took me by the arm and led me to a speedboat nearby. Jenna's brother, Christian, would be driving us around the lake. I pitied him, as just looking at him would tell you he wasn't looking forward to the journey. We sped across the lake at around thirty miles per hour, actually going around the perimeter a few times. Jenna and I started talking about some kind of freakish leviathan living in the lake, a 300 foot snake with small wings, that ate anything on the surface and lived a vertical mile under. We had an entire movie script down before we returned to camp. Jenna's and Chris' father took Chris fishing, so they were gone for a while. Jenna and I talked even more, we were getting closer, and Chris caught a large feral bass, which we ate for dinner that night. I excused myself from the table early to take a leak, and went off into the woods with a roll of t.p. I got up from my crouching position soon afterwards and, after wiping up, I felt down at my crotch. Sure enough, the lips were swollen. I had entered estrus. I prayed that the condition wouldn't lead me into any unusual urges, and went back to camp. Jenna and I got into our tent 'round sevenish, and I had to tell her. I don't even know what convinced me to, but I felt that I absolutely needed to let her know. I told her I loved her. I desired her; I lusted for her. Her body, her personality, her character, all were factors I included. I asked her to understand my feelings for her, that had been building. She was silent the entire time, and besides the odd look of disgust (It didn't look good from that point on, let me tell you), she was motionless too. When I was finished, she stared at me for a long time. Finally, I got what I was dreading. Jenna seemed to not know which words to pick or what to say, but eventually she got out, "Riley, you are aware that I am female, correct?" I nodded, feeling utterly and completely rejected. I knew where this was going. Jenna continued, "And I have been presuming that you are female too. Is that right?" I nodded. Of course, I thought, I've been a girl all my life. Once again, Jenna stared at me for a long time. She didn't talk any more about it, but apparently she no longer felt safe sleeping next to me. She persuaded her mother to switch places in the tents. Jenna's mother asked me if we had a falling-out, and why we did. I told her Jenna would tell her if she were up to it. I excused myself and went outside. Once I was sure there was no one nearby, I let the welled-up tears pour out. I cried my eye out for a while, I don't know how long, before I recovered. Once I did, exhaustion overcame me, and I went back to my tent and retired for the night. Today has been the best day of my life. Day three of the camping trip started off pretty badly. Jenna was clearly avoiding me, and it brought tears to my eye whenever I thought about it. In my stupid action, I had lost my newfound best friend, and she would definitely tell her friends at school that I was a lesbian. They would tell me to get a buzz cut, mock me in other ways I can't even think up, and never include me for anything. I had potentially ruined my life by moving here and telling Jenna what I told her, even though it was just the truth. Today whizzed by; I wasn't really paying attention and it passed like a dream. Like a nightmare, I would say, until nightfall came about. Jenna apparently switched back to her sleeping bag next to me, which brought me little hope as I hardly noticed. She had obviously been thinking about it as well, because she had a whole speech ready. "Riley," She said. "I'd like to apologize. You were being honest even when it didn't benefit you, which is an admirable quality. I've been thinking about it, myself, and have decided I was being incredibly close-minded. Maybe for good reason, though." She paused, putting her thoughts in order. "It's normal for teens to go through a phase of sexual deviancy. Normal for teen MALES, Riley. You're a special case, a 2% or something. Because there are so few like you, I wasn't expecting your question. We're only fourteen, Riley. A sexual relationship isn't at all normal at fourteen." Jenna's voice dropped. "But I won't tell anyone if you won't." I could have danced, right there in the tent, if there were enough room to stand up straight. Instead, I pounced on her, my tail wagging furiously, and kissed her a few times on each cheek, then held one on her mouth. She did her best to keep up, as she had never done this before and knew very little what to expect. I backed up and sat on my duffel bag, pulling my pants and panties down to the knees and thighs, respectively, for her to see. I spread my legs as far as the panties would admit, and gave her a word of advice. "Do what you'd like to have done to you." What happened next was awesome. Jenna looked at my lips and sympathized. "Oh, you've been in heat all this time? That explains a lot." She leaned in and began to lick at my crotch. After around forty seconds of my royal treatment, someone started to unzip the door to our tent. Jenna, ever the quick thinker, pressed my knees together while still making sure my legs were apart, so I was no longer presenting myself to her. She began to rub at one leg. Before I could ask what she was doing, Jenna's father, hunched low, stepped into the tent. He surveyed the situation and was just about to ask what the bloody hell was going on, but before he could, Jenna lifted a leech (!!!) into the air in front of me, by the tail. "Found another one!" Jenna's father actually bought it. He told us, "Once you girls are done, You'd better go straight to bed. It's getting late out and we leave for home tomorrow." He left, and I inquired where Jenna had gotten the leech. She had caught one earlier in the day and was keeping it in a jar near my duffel bag. Once I had gotten off my pants and panties entirely, and she had pulled her own pants and thong down to her knees, we celebrated our good fortune by me mounting her (or as much as a female can mount another female. There was no penetration) After a good bit of humping, I pulled off her and began to lick at her backside. My tongue was and is much more experienced at this sort of thing than hers is. With my expertise, I brought her to orgasm almost immediately. I would lick around the sides of her genitals, occasionally lifting my head a tad to drag my tongue along her tailhole, and when I felt her buck I would drop to her clit and nibble it, being careful not to hurt her. Jenna, slut that she can be, actually had a squirting orgasm. I was ready with a towel, but it was still amazing how she could launch her fluids several feet (Myself, I have more of a "pouring" orgasm.). She continued her aforementioned treatment on my crotch, trying to do what I did to her. She was a little afraid to lick my tailhole, though. I could tell. Not that it wasn't clean, of course; she had just never given a rimjob before. When nibbling my clit she actually bit into it on accident. No permanent damage, but it hurt like hell and I nearly kicked her in reflex. We settled down, covered in sweat, she fell asleep, I'm updating my journal, and I'll be in bed shortly. We started day four of the trip by heading home. Jenna and I sat in the back of the van, chatting and giggling freely as if we had known each other our entire lives. Chris commented that girls were so weird sometimes. We got home after a while, and I was about to set out walking back to my new house when Jenna stopped me. "I have one last request," she said. "Lift up your eye patch." It may sound unusual to some of you, but to others you'll know just how important that was. I showed her my empty socket, and she visibly shuddered, gasping. "So," she asked, "How did you lose your right eye?" * * *
The end. ~Ranko