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From the Pages of Carmyn's Diary: A True Story 2

The conclusion to Carmyn's first time
It's still 2006 age 16
Just as I was about to release my juices on Robin's hands, the most annoying human being abruptly entered my cabin.

"Carmyn Delioz!" Amber yelled as she tossed the covers around on my empty bunk.

Robin and I lay completely quietly, hoping she wouldn't check this bunk.

"People are trying to sleep, you know," Carrie growled from her semi-sleep state.

"Where's my cousin?" Amber asked.

"I don't know," Carrie yawned as she tossed in the top bunk. "Now get out."

Amber's eyes narrowed into slits. "Well when you talk to your roommate, tell her that her parents borrowed money from mine to pay for her to get here. The money my parents gave her was supposed to be for me. Since her parents haven't paid mine back yet, she needs to find a way to pay me back, because that money was rightfully mine. I don't time for charity. If I did, then I'd end up like her and her broke ass family. You got that?"

Amber's message was so long that Carrie had fallen back into her slumber.

I wanted to leap from under the covers and choke my cousin to death. She didn't have to put me on blast like that. She's such a bitch.

Amber poked Carrie in the top bunk. "This slut went to sleep on me," Amber sighed. "I'll just tell Robin to tell her broke ass."

Robin and I gasped as Amber descended to the bottom bunk. "Hey, Rob, it's Am," she said as she tried to pull the covers from over us, but we held it tightly.

"What the hell?" Amber questioned. "Robin?" Amber fell on top of us in the battle to remove the cover. "It's two people in this bunk," Amber realized. With her curiosity getting the best of her, Amber had more strength than us to rip the cover off of us and revealed our dirty little secret.

She stumbled backwards in astonishment. "Oh my fucking gosh! You dykes! You dykes!" she exclaimed, waking Carrie up and alerting Wendi in the bathroom.

There we laid, shamed as hell with Robin's hand buried in my pussy.

"Oh shiiit! They're dykes! See!" she told Wendi and Carrie as she pointed to us. "OMG! Damn, I can't wait! Your parents are going to kill you!"

"Please don't! Amber, please don't! I'll...I'll...I'll pay you whatever my parents borrowed! Plus interest! A lot of interest! Just don't tell anyone! Please!" I begged as I removed Robin's hand.

Amber smiled as she extended her hand for repayment now.

"I only have about 50 bucks now, and I need that for..." I began but stopped when I realized her indifferent attitude about what I needed it for.

"Ok, fine," I said as I went over to my bunk in search of my purse. I kept my eyes on the floor as I handed her the cash. I was too shamed to look at her, Wendi, Carrie, and Robin. After Amber snatched the money, I threw myself on my bunk and balled up in the corner. The room was silent, meaning everyone had a lot to say on their minds. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I was clueless about what to do in this situation. More tears escaped my eyes when I realized I didn't even get to cum. At least tomorrow we would be going home.

Back to my present diary entry in 2007
So that was my first time. And why would I be so excited to return to cheer camp this year, you ask? Because of my new bff Wendi. Yes, my roommate from last year that was such a bitch to Carrie. How we became so close? It's simple.

The day after my first time with Robin was time to go home. On the bus ride home, I was sitting on a seat on the bus alone with Wendi came sat next to me.

She said, "Your cousin's a bitch."

"You are, too!" I admitted.

"Only to Carrie and that's because she slept with my ex-boyfriend while she was dating my brother."

"What? Are you serious?"

"Yes, I am. And now she's pregnant by my brother, and I fucking hate that shit. Now this slut is stuck in my family forever."

"I didn't know you knew she was pregnant. She said she only told me and Robin."

"She told my brother, and he told me. She's a liar. Such a pathological liar. She also lied about her intentions of getting an abortion. She used the money my bro gave her to pay for cheer camp."

"Oh... now I understand why you haven't been able to get along. Ok, so I take my insult back. You're not a bitch."

Wendi laughed, "Thank you, I guess."

I smiled, "But yes, my cousin Amber is still a bitch."

Wendi whispered, "You know how you guys made that deal. She'd keep quiet if you pay her, right?" I nodded, so she continued. "She's lying about that. I just heard her up there; she's telling girls now."

I sighed, "I knew the camp was going to find out sooner or later. Even people at my school. I don't care about them. I just want to make sure she doesn't tell my parents."

"I don't think she'll keep that promise either. Even if she does, you're going to be miserable as she's sure to blackmail you for as long as she can. It's not a fair deal. It's her way of torturing you."

I threw my head in my trembling hands. "You're right. I don't know what to do."

"I know. Tell your parents yourself."

I looked up at Wendi like she was an alien. "What? That's the dumbest idea ever."

"They are going to find out eventually and you know it. It's better if you just tell them. They'll still love you and accept you for who you are."

"How do you know?" I began to become sad and cry.

"Actually I don't. But I can imagine they'll still love you. You're their daughter."

"You're just saying that, but you won't be there to witness their reactions."

"I can be there if you need me to."

"Stop playing. Are you for real?"

Wendi smiled, "Yes. If you don't mind, I will be with you when you tell them."

And that's how Wendi became my bff although we attend different schools. She accepted me for how I was, helped me tell my parents who understood, and kept all my secrets. Of course, she illiterate on numerous occasions that we could be friends as long as I remember she was not gay and never tried anything with her. Of course, that only made me want her more, but I valued our friendship too much to risk it. So I secretly had a crush on her.

Now this year at camp, I can't wait to have some fun. My sexuality was no longer a secret, and it felt good to have the truth out in the open, especially now. 8 weeks of the most gorgeous girls wearing skimpy clothes, being tossed in the air, bending over, stretching, swimming...


June 1, 2007 8:02 PM
Dear Diary,

I can bare hold my pen to write this entry. OMG. I'm having fun already.

Sorry about ending my previous entry so abruptly, but I had a great reason to. This is what happened on the bus.

"Is this seat taken?" an unfamiliar voice asked.

I looked up from writing in my diary into the almond-shaped gray eyes of the cutest Asian cheerleader.

"Now it is, taken by you," I smiled as I close my diary.

Her name was Kimmi. She stood about 5'2 with shoulder length dark hair and a bang hoovering over her mesmerizing gray tinted eyes. She was petite, probably an A cup, but her push-up bra made her mounds appear to be a B cup. I wanted to touch.

I frequently rubbed my hairless leg against hers as the bus entered the woods. The trees blocked the sunlight from penetrating the bus's large window, now casting a dark shadow. This was the perfect time to make a move without the pair of gossiping girl on the seat next to us noticing.

I placed my hair on her right thigh. While looking ahead and using my peripheral to see her reaction, I realized she was smiling. I was so lucky I'd gotten a willing participant. As I eased my hand under her skirt to play with her womanhood, I smiled as I realized that there were more curious girls at cheer camp than I imagined.

By the time we'd gotten to camp, Kimmi had came twice on the bus from my fingering her. When it was time to unload the bus, we were laughing our asses off. She had produced so much cum that it was oozing down her legs and her panties were soaking wet. I wanted to lick her juices off her short legs, but the bus's lights were on now and our coach was standing us facing us as she made her usual speech that I was ignoring.

Kimmi discreetly took her underwear off and used the dry part to rid the excess cum on her legs. Now the dilemma was what to do with the wet underwear? Our luggage was in storage under the bus and never of us carried a purse. We grew nervous as our coach began to head towards the back. Kimmi looked at me, and I looked at her. Finally I took her small bloomers, balled them up, and stuffed them in my mouth. Kimmi was trying so hard not to burst into laughter when our coach walked past us.

Kimmi whispered in my ear, "You're such a slut."

I smiled. It was true. I'm a leslut-a lesbian slut.

Carmyn, The Leslut
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Copyright © All stories posted by Carmyn is solely composed by Carmyn. Frequently, I may compose stories based on chats with Lushees, but I will always be the author and will give credit to anyone who gives me an idea. In no way are either of my stories playwright. Similarities to someone else's stories, characters, events, and actions are mere coincidences. It is to be understood by all my readers that all stories I write are fictional.

Thanks for reading!

XOXO Carmyn

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