Things I've done in the past
It had been another long day of silent hiking and meditation for our retreat and Carol and I were ending the day soaking in the natural hot springs. I had appreciated the required silence after telling Carol about my college lesbian experience in the privacy of our cabin the night before. I don’t know what prompted me to tell her about that after twenty years. My insecurities of what she was thinking about me interrupted my meditations more than once during the day.

The man who was soaking with us got out of the water in silence and dried himself off. Carol and I both watched him methodically dry each part of his naked body. She looked over at me and winked, confirming that she was enjoying the clothing optional part of the facilities. When he finally wrapped his towel around his waist and headed up the hill to his cabin, Carol slid over next to me in the water.

"You don’t mind if I sleep in his cabin tonight, do you?" she whispered.

"No, but I doubt that he has candy bars."

"You have more candy bars?" she whispered ecstatically, throwing her arms around me. Carol and I had hugged thousands of times before, but never naked. Her breasts slid against mine in the water and she giggled as she rubbed her nipples back and forth over mine. "Just call me Veronique."

"Oh stop," I whispered, pulling away from her and climbing out of the tub. "I should have never told you that story."

"No, you should have told me years ago."

I heard footsteps heading down the path and held my finger up to my lips silence Carol. She got out of the tub to dry off just as two men came through the clearing. We all acknowledge each other silently as they hung up their towels. I looked over to find Carol staring at the crotch of the taller man as he headed toward the water. I followed her eyes to catch the attraction just as he sank down into the bubbles. He was more than generously endowed. She rolled her eyes at me and I bit my lip to keep from laughing.

I quickly wrapped my towel around myself and headed up the hill toward the cabin. The moon was bright enough to traverse in the dark without our flashlights, and although I couldn’t see Carol behind me, I could hear her footsteps coming up the path. It wasn’t until we were safely inside our cabin that we let loose with our laughter.

"Did you see that guy!" she cried. "How could you meditate with a dick that big?"

"Stop!" I pleaded, trying to stifle my laughter. "We’re suppose to be silent."

"I mean, I won’t be able to meditate again just knowing he has a dick that big." She hung her towel on the door hook and sat naked on the bed as I rummaged through my backpack for the last two candy bars.

"Do you know who he reminded me of?" she continued.

I found the candy bars and tossed one on her bed and took the other over to my cot. "Who?"

"Tod Benson. Remember him from college?"

"He didn’t look anything like Todd."

She took a bite of her candy bar and giggled. "His cock did." Even in the moonlight I could see her smiling.

"When did you ever see that?" I challenged. "You told me you never slept with him."

"I didn’t."

"Then how do you know?"

"I just know."

"Come on Carol. I told you about Veronique last night. It’s your night to tell the bedtime story."

"We’re suppose to silent, remember?" she whispered.

"Give me that candy bar back," I teased, jumping up from my bed and lunging towards her.

"Stop!" she cried, burying the candy bar in her chest.

"Are you going to tell me?" I pulled at her closed fists. My towel fell to the floor, but I just ignored it and continued pulling.

"Okay, okay!" she laughed. I picked up my towel and hung it on the door and pulled the sheets down on my bed before I sat back down. Carol popped the last bit of chocolate into her mouth. "Maybe… I’ll tell you."

"What do you mean, maybe?"

"Well," she said, licking the chocolate from her fingers, "it’s such a hot story, I know you’ll lay over there and get yourself off like you did last night telling me about Veronique."

I grinned in the darkness. Carol had always been known for being frank. "So?"

"So, I’ll tell you the story if you don’t cover up while you’re doing it."

A nervous laugh escaped my mouth. "Why?"

"I don’t know, maybe I’m in a kinky mood after seeing that big dick tonight. Maybe it turned me on last night listening to you get off. Maybe I’ll learn something."

I couldn’t believe that it had turned her on to hear me get off, but then I realized I had enjoyed knowing that she was doing the same thing. "It’s dark in here," I said. "What do you expect to learn?"

"There’s enough light, don’t worry."

I let out a deep sigh and lay back on my pillow, leaving the blanket tossed to the side. "This better be a good story."

"Oh, it is." Carol leaned back against the wall and bent her knees. Her hand went between her legs as she began and I decided to close my eyes. Just because she wanted to watch me, didn’t mean I wanted to watch her.

"You were actually there that night," she started. "Sleeping in your bed, just like now."

"You’re kidding?"

"Nope. Todd and I had been studying and then we started making out. Our petting kept getting heavier and heavier, and I didn’t realize then how hard that is on guys. I didn’t want to stop kissing, but Todd said he couldn’t take it anymore without releasing some. So I told him to go ahead and release it. I didn’t really understand what was involved. I guess I thought he was going to come in his pants or something."

"Can you believe how naïve you were then?" I whispered.

"Well, I think we all were," she agreed. "Anyway, Todd unzipped his pants and pulled out this huge cock. I had only seen one or two before that, and always in the backseat of a parked car."

I moved my hands slowly over my breasts and down my stomach and played with my pubic hair, ever so slightly teasing myself by getting closer and closer to my clit.

"Todd starting stroking it as I sat mesmerized watching him. Then he asked me if I wanted to touch it." She let out a sigh and repositioned herself on the cot. "I ran my fingers along the shaft and felt him shiver. I still remember that. He was so big and yet the slightest movement of my finger could make him shiver. Then he took my hand and wrapped it around his cock and showed me how to move it up and down."

I let my hand brush across my clit, but moved past it to dip a couple of fingers inside my pussy. It was already starting to get wet and I brought some of that wetness back up to my clit as Carol continued.

"I thought that was going to be it. I would just stroke his cock until he came, but he just kept getting harder and harder, not to mention more frustrated. I was sure I was doing something wrong. After all, I had never done that before. So, I told him that I thought he should do it and I would watch."

I reached up with one hand and played with my nipples while my other hand played between my legs. I looked over to find Carol watching me, her fingers deep up inside her own pussy.

"When he took over, I couldn’t believe how hard he jerked on that thing. Guys had always talked about how sensitive it was and yet he was pumping the shit out of it. I was so hot watching him, I thought I was going to come just sitting there. I kept waiting for it to shoot out all over the place, but it didn’t. He would hold his breath and jerk it fast until his face turned red and then stop for a minute and do it again."

My own hand was moving faster over my hardened clit as she told the story.

"He looked so frustrated and I felt so helpless. I wanted to help, but I didn’t know what to do. Finally he asked me to suck it. I had heard of blow jobs before and knew what they were from watching free porn tube videos, but I had never done it. I told him I didn’t know how. He told me to just kiss and suck on the tip of it while he stroked it.

"We were sitting on my bed and I leaned over and ran my tongue over his cock. He sounded like he was going to die. It’s a good thing you’re a sound sleeper or he would have woken you. He just kept saying, "oh yes, oh god yes, oh god, oh yes," over and over again. I couldn’t believe I was doing it right, since I had never done it before, but evidently I was a natural."

She giggled, and then let out a whimper as her hand moved between her legs. I had been close to coming myself a couple of times was holding back for the end of her story.

"I got brave and took more of him into my mouth and I think that’s what finally did it for him. His ‘oh yes, oh god’ turned into ‘oh shit, oh shit’ like something bad was going to happen. Then he started chanting, ‘I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming’, and I thought maybe he wanted me to stop and I pulled my head back. He pushed it back down begging me not to stop. The next thing I knew, his cum was shooting into my mouth."

Carol whimpered and let out little moans as she came. I tried to stifle my own release, but my own little ‘oh god’ escaped more than once. After a few moments, when we had both caught our breaths, she continued.

"Good ol’ Todd," she sighed. "I wonder where he is today."

"Probably in some cabin telling some guy about his first blow job."

Carol laughed and crawled under her covers. I followed suit and snuggled beneath mine.

"You know," she sighed. "This meditation is so cleansing for the soul."

"No kidding." I snuggled into my pillow, feeling the satisfied juices between my legs. "Who knew?"