Accidents Happen Part 2

After the incident with the NuvaRing, things more or less went back to normal for Sam and I. She had started her period the next day. I got wrapped up in work and she was pretty wrapped up with finals before summer vacation. It was easy to pretend that nothing out of the ordinary happened, and we got back into our old routine. The only thing that gave me pause was her occasionally laying by the pool topless. We have a very private back yard, so she went topless whenever she didn’t have friends over. In the past, I never thought anything of it. In fact, I would be out there with her working on my laptop. Now, however, when she was at the pool topless, I would excuse myself and get my work done in the office. I found it hard not to stare at her perky tits, like some lecherous old man. After all, she has perfectly shaped tits just like her mom did. The areolas are about the size of a quarter, and her nipples seem to be perpetually erect. I knew from buying her bras that she was a 34 C cup. They stand out almost as if they were being held up by some magical force.

After her summer vacation started we decided to head up to the mountains for a few days to go camping and to hike to our favorite water hole. Sam asked me if she could bring along her friend Melinda, or Mindy for short. I told her that would be fine. Where Sam was petite with light brown hair that turned blonde in the summer sun, Melinda was taller, probably 5’9” with raven black hair and the most unique pair of blue eyes. Of Sam’s friends, she was my favorite. She was always very respectful to me and she treated Sam very well. She also was a great conversationalist and was very intelligent. I probably should mention that she was very blessed in the cleavage area. She must have been 38 D and as a young healthy woman they didn’t seem to sag much even with their size. I’d never seen her topless as she seemed a little shy and Sam always kept her top on when the two of them swam at home.

The Saturday we were leaving for the mountains, Mindy showed up at the front door. I answered the door with a grin, but I was surprised when she ran up to me and gave me a big hug. In all the years I had known Mindy, she never did more than shake my hand.

She said, “Thanks, for letting me go camping with you Mr. C.”

I said, “Hey, it’s my pleasure, but you know you can call me George.”

With a beaming smile she said, “Well then, Thanks, George for letting me go with you and Sam.”

About that time, I realized that even though she had stopped hugging me, she was standing so close that her right breast was brushing up against my left arm.

I said, “C’mon then let’s get your stuff packed in the Jeep.”

I led her out to the garage, where Sam was putting her bag in the Jeep. They both squealed, dropped their stuff and gave each other a big hug.

I thought, “Oh boy, no quiet times on this trip,” as I watched the two girls high-five each other.

I said, “Alright you two love birds let’s get going. We have about a three hour drive ahead of us.”

They got the rest of the stuff packed and piled in my Jeep Rubicon. The drive went quickly with those two laughing, telling jokes (some were a little on the racy side) and singing along to various songs.