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They were only a five minute drive from the south bank of Lake Ontario.

They were miles past the suburbs, into a region that was slightly hilly farmland.

Most of the kids who went to Rushdale High School were sons or daughters of farmers but Bernedette's father commuted to the city every day and had a white-collar job.

Michele didn't know what her father did for a living. He had run off with the bank book three years before and neither she nor her mother had heard from him since.

Both Bernedette and Michele were only children, and had often wondered if that were why they got along so well.

They made their way down Garbutt Road a ways and followed a dirt path into the thick pine weeds.

The floor of the woods between the school and the gravel pits had a bed of soft pine needles.

Bernedette thought that it would be fun to make it together in the pine needles, but Michele said no.

"They will prick your bare bottom and make you all itchy," Michele said. "Besides, I want a little sunshine. It seems like it's been years since the sun has been this warm, if you know what I mean."

"I know what you mean," Bernedette said with a sexy smile and took Michele's hand once they had gotten deep enough into the woods to be sure they couldn't be seen from any direction.

Michele gave Bernedette's fair tiny hand a little squeeze, and felt a shiver run up and down her spine when the little blonde squeezed back.

"I am going to make you scream with pleasure!" Michele said.

"Oh lover! You say the sexiest things," Bernedette replied.

Within minutes they came to the sunny clearing with the green soft grass that Michele had been speaking of.

They stood face to face and Michele placed her hands lightly at the small of Bernedette's back – the palms fat, her fingertips touching.

Bernedette reached up and placed her hands gingerly on the back of Michele's neck, working her way through the long thick dark brown hair.

Bernedette intertwined her fingers at the back of Michele's neck and felt the tiny hairs that grew there standing up on end.

They pulled their bodies together, looking into each other's eyes with sincere affection as their lips approached.

Both sets of lips were moist, puffy tingling.

They were parted, sensuous, writhing over the teeth. They pressed together and both girls shivered with lust.

Bernedette could feel her fair torso covered with gooseflesh.

She could feel the ache in her pussy getting a lot of worse as they touched the tips of their tongue together. Bernedette could feel the glands at the sides of her tight pussy begin to secrete her thick juices.

Bernedette could tell that it would only be a matter of seconds before her cunt was very wet and slippery.

The pretty little blonde teenager could feel her natural lubrication flowing in a hot steady stream.

She sighed and moaned as she felt the lubrication pooling at the base of her tiny pink pussy slit.

She then groaned deeply in her throat as the juices spilled forth and made a wet spot on the crotch of her panties.

Bernedette was wearing a pair of pink cotton bikini panties that day. They had little red hearts all over them.

When they got wet they crawled up between her swollen outer labia and made her feel most uncomfortable.

Bernedette's engorged cunt flesh felt as if it were being held in a cotton prison when her panties got wet.

The little blonde girl couldn't wait to get completely naked and allow her trapped cunt to breathe.

At the same time she could feel her erect nipple pressing hard against the front of Michele's dark blue sweat suit.

Her nipples were burning so badly that they demanded to be sucked hard by Michele's moist, steamy mouth!

Soon their tongues were rolling together gracefully. They were both curious and bold with their tasters. They swapped spit merrily. They quaffed their mixed saliva.

The kiss lasted for a very long time and both of them were breathless with passion by the time it was through.

Michele drew her upper torso away from Bernedette a little so she could work her fingertips under the bottom of the blonde's halter top and pull it up over her head, puckering her lips in anticipation of the view beneath.

Michele sucked cool air in through those puckered lips and moaned as she exhaled at the sight of the bare tits.

Bernedette's boobs bounced up and down a couple of time as he top was pulled off, and the nipples were throbbing.

Michele tossed the top aside without looking to see where it landed. She was looking at those tits.

The top landed in the grass not far from the thick trunk of a mature evergreen tree, crumpled in a ball.

Bernedette kicked off her sneakers without bothering to untie the laces and reached down to pull off her white socks.

She pointed her tiny toes as she rolled the athletic cocks over them, and tossed them carelessly away.

Bernedette then stood upright as she unbuttoned the single button that held the top of her cut-offs together.

She got the top of her fly between her thumb and forefinger and pulled it down, her fingers now trembling a little.

Bernedette could hear her breathing become altered by the intensity of the sexual anxiety she felt.

Her pussy felt as if it were filled with a thousand angry hornets all trying to buzz out at the same time.

She could tell that she wasn't even going to be able to think about anything other than sex until she got one orgasm under her belt.

Bernedette hooked her thumbs under the top of her shorts and the elastic to her underwear at the same time.

They were so tight that she had to wiggle her hips a little from side to side as she tugged them down.

The wet material pulled out of her pussy slit.

She sighed.

Her cunt was free!

Her pussy could breathe!

Bernedette once again pointed her chubby toes as she pulled off her bottoms and then rose to stand before her lover – as naked as the day she was born.

"You are beautiful," Michele said with a sigh.

"Thank," Bernedette exclaimed cheerfully. "You look pretty good yourself there, kiddo. God, I'm hot for you."

Michele quickly took off her own clothes so that they could embrace once again, this time pressing bare flesh together.

They ground their loins together, feeling their clitorises growing with the engorgement of the blood of their arousal. They once again kissed. Bernedette used her tongue to caress Michele's gums and teeth. She even pressed against the inside of Michele's cheek with the tip of her tongue.

Michele, on the other hand, pushed the tip of her tongue under Bernedette's to stimulate the little blonde's already hyperactive salivary gland.

This made Bernedette create a gurgling noise in her throat as her mouth was filled with excess spittle.

But the pretty little blonde did not bother to swallow more frequently to compensate for the extra spit.

Instead she allowed the drool to roll over her pouting lower lip, down both of their smooth chins at the same time.

Michele bent at the knees a little so they could rub their nipples together, making them both gasp.

Bernedette could feel her knees start to tremble. The muscles in her slim taut legs felt like jelly.

She knew she wouldn't be able to stand up much longer.

"I've gotta lie down," Bernedette said, now panting.

Her breathing was very rapid. The breaths were short. She was making little whimpering noises in her throat. She sounded desperately wanton – in need of physical bliss.

The sun shone down warmly on the tops of the teenagers heads.

The breeze make a quiet rustling noise in the pine needles above.

A series of voyeuristic sparrows chirped with approval.

"I need you to eat my pussy," Bernedette said, spitting out the words in between gasps for air.