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Isabel and Carrie walked, two fresh, unpicked cherries, untouched, but

still years away from their full ripeness. They nonchalantly strolled beneath

the warm, departing, summer sun starting to slowly descend behind

a picturesque, tree hugged horizon. Virgins both, passing though unruffled fields

where not long ago they played the games of little children. Each girl was

content as she reflected upon mellow, fresh picked peaches, plump, matured

blueberries, or a perfectly crisp apple, with figs, to fill their mouths, sweeten

the palate and put a twinkle into both their enthusiastic, yet eager eyes.

A gentle breeze fluttered their ivory dresses, cooling inquisitive, ready excited

bodies as they strolled barefoot with clasping arms, carrying clay kilned

water jugs to be filled at a cold mountain spring, flowing continuously down

the sprawling hillside into a tussling brook that cut its way through the fertile

valley. They spoke as modest, little workmates, giggles and innocent smiles  

that always tingled their cheeks with veiled, carnal blushes. Isabel occasionally

angled her head, listening attentively to joyous song birds perched on flowering

bushes, until a rustle scares Carries. A small rabbit jots across the winding path.

Near the stream a tall oak tree stood abundantly rooted with open arms,

making shade for Chipmunks who gathered to fetch meaty acorns falling loosely

from branches waving in the wind. Squirrels would cull nuts too, hiding them

in the many forest hollows. On one side grew inviting poppies, decorating a blanket

of grass which grew wild throughout the woodland. On every other side bloomed

lilies and roses of various, captivating colors, painted in a prism of hues where

only Mother Nature has supreme control. Carrie suddenly stopped to rest, sitting

down she beckoned Isabel to sit beside her and gaze in wonder at feminine beauty.

Isabel came to lay attached to Carrie breast to breast. They locked into blossoms

containing their bed. Gracefully lowering their attractive attire, they helped each other

convert into nakedness. Each began to fondle, caress, and kiss zealous lips until Carrie

moaned, please Isabel, lower, lower, pet, imbibe and absorb my juices. Passions suddenly

blazed into bonfires as Carrie reached out to claw Isabel’s back like a cat. Purring

with every penetration of fingers Carrie arched her spine, searching with both hands

for Isabel’s sinuous nipples.  Isabel licked her thumb until saturated, then inserted it

deep into Carrie’s anal star, causing her to broaden into further excitement.

Carrie raised her head, tossing back long, golden hair, closing her stunning eyes

in velvet sensuality as Isabel swirled her tongue around her navel. She then licked

her thighs with teased gestures before finally whispering, “I want to lick your kitten

and taste your honey, ever so sweet like a solstice gather.”  They swapped and took

turns loving one other, bracing yearnings of sexuality no young man could have ever

done. They were enchanted and pleased to share their wealth of caring, trust

and intimacy. Dressing, they joined hands, setting off to procure the water, dancing

all the way back to their parent’s house, singing, “there is no friend like a sister.”