August 15th

In the all chapters of the story, expect a hermaphrodite/futanari/dickgirl and a guy having sex. Yes, including him sucking and getting fucked. If you do not like this content, please do not read this.

To clarify, Ch. 1, 3 and 5 are in the present, when they are 22 and friends for ten years. Ch. 2 takes place when they are 14 and have been friends for two years. Ch. 4 takes place when they are 16.

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Sunlight broke through the leaves of the trees above me. It wasn’t blindingly bright, seeing as my eyes were closed. But my eyelids would only block a fraction of the light, making it annoying. Almost in tune with the splashing in the distance, I turned on my side, away from the direct sunlight.



“Is that all you’re gonna do Aaron? Just lie there?” The splashing started to grow louder and drew closer.



My best friend is sloshing through the shallows of the freshwater lake, likely coming to either splash water on me or to hit me in the face with a fish. A few summers ago that actually happened.



Plopping down on the blanket beside me, Nevada shook my head with wet hands. “Wake up. We only do this once a year, we got to make sure we do stuff during it!”



First the sun, and now my friend. It seems that the activity of enjoying the fine late summer day by the lake with a nap was not in the great divine plan. My eyes opened to the outside world intent on annoying me. The groan of annoyance in my throat was stopped by Nevada’s ample and wet cleavage three inches from my face. If I looked carefully, I could probably see the outline of her nipples through the green bikini top.



Yes, my best friend is a girl.



She moved down the blanket, our eyes met. She was grinning.



“You know, maybe you should try lying down and enjoying the atmosphere, instead of splashing around in the lake like a kid.” Ever since she was a kid,, she was always a tomboy, more eager than I to go out and do things. The amount of energy she had always made her a handful.



She turned on her other side, now facing away from me. Her wet, raven black hair and brown back came into view. “Fine” she was curt, which was to be expected “We’ll can lie around for a while, if you insist on being lazy.” When Nevada was in a good mood, she’d go along when things wouldn’t go her way, although it would assuredly be only a temporary thing. When she was a bit more playful, she’d make you do what she wanted, even if she had to drag you along for the ride.



This August heat was something we had dealt with together for years. It was a tradition. For the last decade, Nevada and I had camped out at this lake in the woods every year. Back during the first two years, we were just kids brought together by the fact our families took their vacation at the same place at the same time and the fact there were no other kids to play with at the time. When we found out we went to the same school, we became friends, and when we became teenagers, we would come out here on our own.



The peaceful near silence of nature was broken as Nevada fidgeted. Girl always was pretty frisky. “Man, I’m bored.” She turned over, facing me. “Can we do that?”



“Can’t even wait an hour?” I turned again, lying on my back. Leaves were giving me some shade from the relentless brightness of the sun.



She moved, sitting up from the ground. Her brown leg, more natural than tan, swung over my chest as she straddled atop of me. “I can’t help but think of the things we have done over the years when we come here.” Her face was a bit red, a little embarrassed.



I rolled my eyes. She’s tried that face on me many, many times. Her feints don’t work on me anymore. “No, you’re not necessarily going first. We settle this like we always do.” I pointed a closed hand at her..



The usual way we settle who goes first was with a challenge of wits, strategy and hand gestures; a game of rock-paper-scissors. (We tried once with a thumb war, but when I was winning, she stomped on my foot and declared herself winner.) In the past, she hasn’t played the same move twice in a row whenever we played, even if it was a week later. She played scissors when she wanted me to set up the tent earlier today, so she’s either going play paper or scissors. Fortunately those two moves usually will have a tell a few fractions of a second before being played, so I’ll just have to keep a close eye on her ring and pinkie knuckles. If they move, it’s paper, if they stay still, it’s rock.



When she held out her closed hand, droplets of water dropped onto my chest. “Are you ready?” She was grinning, confident in her luck today.



I was hardly lacking confidence today either, as I matched her grin with my own. “1, 2...3!” My hand came down as my eyes focused like a laser on her pinkie knuckle. Her knuckle stayed still. “Paper!” I said confidently.



However, she played scissors. She had feinted.



“FUCK!” I cried out to a world that I knew would not care about my misfortune.



She grinned, not out of confidence in her luck, but because it was a fixed game from the start. “Oh yes, but oral first.” Her hand pulled aside her bikini bottom and her cock sprang free from it’s prison. The thick brown rod was already dripping a bit of precum.



At first, we went here as kids just to play, but when we turned fourteen we started to come alone (provided we call our parents at the ranger station every day), and that time I found out about her body. A few years ago, when I saw her trying to keep it down in her swimsuit that summer, our days of playing like kids were over. That night I had given her a handjob and she returned the favor. Later years would have us sucking each other off, and then fucking each other. We allowed the other to vent sexual frustrations with one another at any reasonable time of the day, any time of the year. But our relationship remained friends, no more, no less.



She moved up onto my chest, her rather ample precum dripping onto my chin. She was eager.



“I would have figured all those girls you’ve been chasing around all year would be able to sate this thing.” When I tilted my head up, some of her precum dripped onto my tongue. She always did produce a hell of a lot. I ran my tongue alongside the bottom of her shaft, catching what precum didn’t leak off of her tip. I was a serpent climbing a tree, removing the water and precum on her and replacing it with my saliva. It was almost like I was marking my territory.



Her hands taking a gentle hold of my back of my head, Nevada rolled her eyes. “It’s hard as a lesbian to find girls, even harder when you’re a lesbian with a penis.” Pulling my head up, she moved herself into my mouth. “C’mon.”



Teasing only made her more impatient.



I adapted within a moment. She held my head close to her crotch, the scent of her sweat and lust filled my nose and her dripping skin and well-groomed pubic hair filled my vision. Fortunately, she did not try to have me deepthroat her and only held my head to take the first few inches of her cock. Precum pooled in my corners mouth, along with my own saliva as my tongue glided up to the top of her cock, wrapping (as best could) around her. As I moved upward toward her head, the pool of her juices and saliva became a sea, and I swallowed. Like a plumber, stopping leaks became an top goal, and I plugged up her hole with my tongue, gently pushing just the tip of the tip into the hole.



She noticeably shivered and let out a tiny cry.



Her cries were music to my ears. If I had a microphone, I’d record her various little cries and turn it into a song.



Enjoying it, but not quite satisfied, she loosened her hold on my head. I went back far enough to have only her head in my mouth and started to move my head back and forth, up and down her shaft Tongue work was secondary, but with each bit of bobbing, I would lash or rub along the contours of her flesh.



Nevada leaned forward, her hands planted on the ground. She looked down at my head, moving back and forth on her long dick and panted. My eyes met with hers as I looked up, hers were filled with lust and pleasure. “I’m gonna cum…” Her hands gently stroked my head, holding it in a way that would prevent me from going back any further and completely removing her cock from her mouth.



Having done this many times over the years, I knew what to expect. Her cock jolted within my mouth, her hot cum filled my mouth, with it’s slightly bitter taste. But I didn’t care about the taste. I, in futility, tried to keep it from spilling out my lips, but the pressure was too great, and a small portion of it dripped from the between my lips Said years of practice, however, had given me the skill to hold most of it in my mouth as she pulled out.



Coming down from the orgasmic high, she smiled, taking her usual joy in filling someone’s mouth to the lips with her seed.



Her body was still dripping, albeit not as much as earlier, from the water of the lake. Her bikini clung to her brown skin. Her face was glazed with satisfaction and elation. Her brown eyes looked only at me.



I swallowed. Actually, I had to swallow it down twice because of the amount.



“Ahh…” Nevada sighed pleasantly. “You’ve gotten so good at this.” A slender finger collected some of the semen dripping from the corner of my mouth. As a tiny bit of semen dripped from her finger, she slid it in between my lips.



When her finger was in to the knuckle in my mouth, I played with a bit with my tongue, but she withdrew it without reciprocation.



Nevada got off of my chest, and laid down on the towel next to me. With her lust satisfied, at least for now, she was content and calm. Content and calm enough to go along with my original idea of lying with her warm glow of the summer day, even if her penis was still hanging out of her bikini.