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Were the Fates heartless or wise or simply making a joke when they threw them together?They met that first day at the new school. With the unconscious cruelty of tradition, the teacher had the students sit in order by height. Tomasina, the shortest, was in the front; Roberta, the tallest, was in the back. The separation did not last long. When it was lunchtime, the other students all grouped with friends from the previous school year, leaving the new two at the end of the cafeteria line. Carrying their trays and scanning for an available seat, they exchanged a shrug and found an empty table.Awkwardly, both began in unison, “My name is,” and said their names at the same time, so neither heard the other.“Since they put you in the back, why don’t you start?” offered Tomasina. “I’m tired of being first.”The other smiled at her logic. “My name is Roberta, but everyone calls me Erta. When I was younger, people would think I was a boy, so I avoid the male part of my name.”Tomasina thought her lanky build and long face might still mislead people, except for her long blonde hair. “I’m Tomasina, and even though I’m named to honor my cherished grandfather, I’ve always hated having a boy’s name. Maybe I should use your trick.”“Sina sounds pretty,” suggested Erta. “I should mention that no one here calls me that yet because I’m new.”“So am I and, from now on, I’ll be Sina,” she tried on the name.From that shared convention grew an improbable friendship. It was cemented by the inevitable teasing of their classmates—and occasionally their teachers.Separately, they were just two female students; next to each other, the sharp contrast between them begged for comic interpretation. Erta’s genes came from the far north, yielding pale skin and flaxen hair. Her height and slim build worked to emphasize each other. She resembled her brothers more than her mother or grandmothers.Sina’s heritage was closer to the equator, yielding a richer hue, strengthened on that first day by a summer of outdoor activities. Her dark hair was thick and easy to care for, where she wanted it to grow, and an annoyance everywhere else. Years before, she had been the first in her grade to need a bra; her round face and short round shape were common to all the women in her family.Seeing a tall, thin, powdered sugar stick next to a short, round, cinnamon ball inspired ribbing, some less good-natured than others. The two played along; sometimes one would introduce the other as her twin sister, causing strange looks until the truth was revealed.There is a long tradition of comedy duos with a similar configuration. Bud Abbot and Lou Costello were one famous pair; Stan Laurel and Oliver Hardy were another. Both had one character as a simpleton and the other as a more worldly sort. It was the rounder Lou who would cause the trouble for Bud to resolve; it was the thinner Stan who would play that role for Ollie.The girls’ familiarity with those classic comedians led them to adopt private names for each other. One time Erta had done so poorly on a test that she wasn’t allowed to go to a movie. Sina didn’t want to go alone, so she unleashed her best Ollie imitation, saying, “Well, here’s another nice mess you’ve gotten me into, Stanley.”From that day on, Sina would call Erta “Stan” when she was foolish and “Bud” when she was bright; Erta returned the favor, calling Sina “Lou” when she was dimwitted and “Ollie” when she was smart. After she helped Erta get a better grade on the next test, Sina told her, “I knew you could do it, Bud!”“Thanks for the help, Ollie!” replied Erta.Their classmates got used to this odd couple and came to enjoy their mirthful behavior.One day, the girls saw the old Marx Brothers movie Duck Soup, which has the famous “mirror scene.” Harpo’s character, dressed to look like Groucho’s character, tries to avoid detection by pretending to be his image in a mirror when he is actually on the other side of a doorway.Groucho tests the mirror by doing various silly things and Harpo tries to copy him. Inspired by the film, Erta and Sina would play what they called The Mirror Game. They would either take turns leading or both slowly change, trying to follow the other while doing something the other didn’t notice until it was too late.Variations on that trope have been done in many shows and movies over the years. Usually, the two participants would try to look the same. Although Sina and Erta would wear similar clothes when they performed it to amuse their friends, part of the comedy was that, of course, the şehitkamil escort two didn’t look at all alike, despite their skill in replicating each other’s poses and actions. Erta being a southpaw while Sina was right-handed made some things easier.The BFFs became so close they would get into disputes on each other’s behalf. One day Erta was suggesting they see the movie that was Sina’s usual preference and found Sina arguing for Erta’s usual preference.“We need to stop being Stan and Lou,” Erta interrupted. “How can we decide if each of us doesn’t say what she wants? Let’s count down from three and say our honest preference at the same time. If we agree, great; if not, we can negotiate from there.”“Three… two… one… Star Robot!” they said in unison.“See?” said Sina. “I know I usually go for a rom-com, but I’m not in the mood today.”“Okay, you’re right,” conceded Erta. “This way we’ll answer without waiting to hear what the other one thinks.”Although pursuing different degrees, the two friends went to the same college. As the summer between their freshman and sophomore years drew to a close, both had recently ended relationships. They decided a camping trip was what they needed to put things behind them and get ready to start the new school year.“Stan, I told you he was no good,” said Sina as they hiked up the trail.“You did not, Lou,” shot back Erta. “Besides, if Zack hadn’t dumped me, I would still be with him, and you know better than to criticize my boyfriend!”“Well, you told him you weren’t ever going to get breast implants, and I figured he wouldn’t stay after that,” Sina sympathized. She knew it could be a sensitive subject. “The truth is that I wish I could give you half of mine. Jake—and I definitely dumped him—just wanted to fuck my tits all the time. What is that supposed to do for me?”“I don’t think that would work, Lou,” Erta teased. “Then we’d both have one big boob and one flat one!”“You know what I meant!” Sina groused. “If I had known he was only interested in me above my navel, I could have saved a lot of time waxing and shaving to keep my legs smooth and my pubes where they are supposed to be.”“I know I’m lucky in that regard.” It was Erta’s turn to commiserate. “My hair is light and fine, so some guys don’t even notice I don’t shave down there until they get some hair in their mouths! Before they can complain, I lock my legs around them until they make me cum!”“Well, once I get a cock inside me, I roll on top of them and smother them with my tits,” smirked Sina. “They squirm so much trying to breathe, I usually cum before they do—at least before they pass out!”The two laughed so hard, they had to stop and catch their breath. As they did, they heard some other gasping laughing approaching from behind.“Pardon me, ladies, coming through!” a male voice called, just before a guy came into sight. Although dressed for a hike in shorts and boots, he was jogging up the trail. The two stood on opposite sides of the path to let him pass. Blond, tanned, and apparently in good shape, he muttered, “Have a good day!” without slowing down.A dozen yards ahead, he paused, took a few steps back toward them, and called, “That guy is chasing me. I’d appreciate it if you could grab him.” He laughed, turned, and continued up the path.“Hey, that’s cheating!” yelled his apparent pursuer as he approached the girls. He slowed to a walk, so they got a better look at him, similarly blond, tanned, and well built. “I apologize for my friend’s behavior,” he said. “We’re supposed to be racing to the falls, but he has been doing everything he can to slow me down.” He added in a loud voice, “Because he knows I’m faster!”“You’ll never catch me if you stop to hit on all the hot chicks you meet on the way,” his friend called back from where he had stopped.Silently throwing kisses to them, the second guy took off at a run, hoping to close the distance before the first one realized the race was back on.The girls giggled to each other. “Hot chicks indeed,” said Sina, wiping her brow. It was a warm day and despite much of the trail being shaded, they were both sweating. ““Not the best place to make a first impression,” agreed Erta.“What are you worried about? I thought you were swearing off men for a while,” teased Sina. “Are you going to chase after the first guy you see?”“It doesn’t hurt to window-shop,” quipped Erta. “You know guys do it all the time. I certainly noticed Zack checking you out whenever you wore something low cut. I guess I should have known he wasn’t going to be happy with me.”“You know Jake was always looking at your long legs. Men are just horny, always looking for someplace to stick or rub their dicks,” Sina griped. She had suggested this camping trip to take Erta’s mind off her breakup.They continued their hike up the trail in and out of the trees, giving them great views of the valley and glimpses of the waterfall. The sound of the water grew as they got closer.“Wait!” said Erta, interrupting whatever they had been talking about. She put her hand up to her ear. “It sounds like someone yelling.”Sina turned her head to try to localize it. It came from up ahead, so they marched on in silence. Unfortunately, the rush of the falls grew as well, so they couldn’t make out any words.A few hundred yards farther, the downhill side of the trail got steeper, allowing them to see the bottom of the falls through gaps in the foliage. In the pool, the two who had rushed by them were splashing and yelling at each other. They must have found a way to scrabble down from the trail.“I wonder who won,” said Sina, pulling her binoculars from her backpack to take a closer look.Erta got hers out as well and bent down on one knee to see through the gap in the leaves. At first, she saw only one of them. The other had apparently submerged and rose up under the first, lifting him on his shoulders then dumping him back into the water.“You didn’t tell me they were naked!” exclaimed Erta.“The water was over their waists, so I didn’t know,” said Sina.The two men roughhoused in the water for a while, then moved out of sight, coming towards the near bank.Sina moved off the trail to a lower position saying, “Come here, I can see where they left their stuff.”Erta carefully stepped down and saw the opening through the trees where Sina was looking. There was a small clearing against the cliff and their boots and clothes were tossed on the grass. The two were in animated discussion, but the sound of the falls drowned it out.“They look like surfers to me,” said Erta. Both were in good shape, roughly the same height and build, with tan lines suggesting time at the beach.“What are they doing?” wondered Sina. “Skinny-dipping is one thing, but they must think no one can see them there if they’re standing around naked.”The men did rock-paper-scissors; the winner grabbed the loser’s hands behind his back and pushed him toward a group of trees. There was a branch a foot or so above their heads and the one in charge placed each of the other’s hands at spots on the branch. He then poked his victim in the gut, making him struggle to hold onto the branch.“Some kind of game, I guess,” speculated Erta. He was made to endure various tickles, spanks, and more than a few yanks and pinches on sensitive areas, all while maintaining his hold on the branch. It was strong enough so he could lift himself off the ground and kick, which apparently was allowed since the other grinned as he dodged the foot. They were laughing and shouting loud enough that their voices carried indistinctly to the girls.“Have you noticed the difference between them?” asked Sina. Not waiting for a reply, she continued. “The one guy is pretty hairy and the other isn’t.”When Erta looked closer, she saw the contrast. Having fair hair, she knew it was hard to tell from a distance, but she zoomed in on the one with his arms up in the air. “You’re right, Sina,” she said. “I don’t see any hair at all on his crotch or even his armpits. Do you think he shaves or waxes?”“Some swimmers do,” Sina recalled, taking a closer look. She had first noticed the damp matted hair on the back, ass, and legs of his hairy friend who faced away from them, but now she saw the disparity was more substantial. As she zoomed in on the hairless crotch, she noticed something else. “Check out his penis, he’s got a turtleneck!” she cried.It was easy to see that, although his organ was semi-erect as it dangled, the cockhead was completely hidden by a sleeve of skin. “More like a balaclava,” laughed Erta. “If we call the other one Hairy, we’ll have to call him Skinny.”“Good one, Bud!” said Sina, giving her a high five. “So which one do you want? Three… two…”“Um, you better take a look,” Erta interrupted their ritual. Hairy had just dropped to his knees in front of Skinny and taken his uncircumcised cock in his hand.“Well, blow me down!” giggled Sina. Tickling and poking were replaced by licking and stroking as he went to work on his friend.“I wonder if that’s what they call this game,” snickered Erta.The two watched in silence as Hairy pumped the hairless cock, its growing length and his action allowing the head to occasionally peek out from its shelter. He applied his tongue and lips, making his friend squirm—but not to get away.The sound of someone coming up the trail distracted them. Trying to be quiet, they moved a little more down the hillside, hoping they wouldn’t be seen as the group of hikers went by.When they passed, the pair returned to their voyeurism. Hairy had Skinny’s cock glistening with his saliva as he held the shaft in one hand while cupping the balls in the other. Both women gasped as they watched his technique.Rather than moving the foreskin out of the way, he inserted his tongue between it and the glans, swirling around it.“I’ve never seen that before,” mused Erta. “I’ve only known a few uncut men, and no one suggested it.”“Ouch!” whimpered Sina, reacting to the next thing he did. Pulling the loose skin forward, he took it between his teeth. The way Skinny jumped, it must have been an intense experience but, the way they looked at each other, it wasn’t meant to be painful as he tugged it back and forth.They couldn’t hear his words, but the hungry expression on his face made it seem like Skinny was begging for his release. Hairy pushed the foreskin down the shaft and attacked the head with his tongue, then took the whole cock into his mouth. Tongues licked the lips of the two watchers as they saw more familiar forms of stimulation.The victim struggled to keep his legs under him, using the branch to steady his writhing body as his tormentor bobbed faster on his pole. Four watching eyes were entranced by the scene. A unison “Oh!” was gasped as they thought they heard a shout over the persistent low roar of the water. With or without the sound, they could see the bucking of his climax and the follow-through of the one who caused it.“Whew!” whistled Sina. “I feel a little guilty, but that was something to see.”“Well,” rationalized Erta with a grin, “they did put it out there for all the wildlife to see. Who knows who else might have been watching?”Lowering the binoculars, they continued to observe somewhat less-invasively as Hairy stood and Skinny lowered his arms to a passionate hug and kiss. Hairy’s now-drier body hair made the difference between them less visible without the glasses.The spectators hadn’t noticed as they were kissing, but when they broke the hug, Hairy ended up holding Skinny’s hands behind him.“Is the game not over?” asked Sina.The one still in charge guided the other to a downed tree. Probably from the hillside, it was over a foot in diameter and had lost its bark from the flood seasons since it fell. Their clothes were nearby and Hairy picked up both of their shirts, folding them a few times to make sort of a pillow, and set it at the end of the log.Skinny knelt and began to suck his lover’s circumcised dick, returning the enthusiasm he had received. Before long, it was as hard and wet as his own had been. Hairy caressed his cheeks and drew him to his feet, giving him a long kiss.Straddling the log and leaning back, Skinny used the combined shirts behind his neck to cushion the broken end of the trunk as he positioned his head out past it.With his legs to steady him on either side of the natural bench, Skinny lowered his head back to stretch his neck as the other knelt above him. Both men wiggled a bit as they adjusted to a comfortable position with the tip of Hairy’s cock between his lips.Recognizing what was going on, Erta gasped, “He’s going to fuck his throat.” Sina could only stare with her mouth open.The women moved to hug each other in amazement as they gawked at the men. Neither considered the binoculars; eyes provided enough detail. As Hairy supported his partner’s neck, Skinny reached his hands up to hold his lover’s waist as he glided in and out.Not as frenetic as the earlier act, it also didn’t last as long. Mesmerized, they couldn’t say exactly how long as Hairy gradually moved faster. Before they knew it, he froze at his deepest and his body shuddered in orgasm. Skinny didn’t seem to react, but with naked eyes, they wouldn’t have been able to see him swallow.After some moments of stillness, Hairy slowly slid in and out a few more times, shivering with the bonus pleasure, then retrieved his organ. Standing, he helped his lover sit up and he sat next to him on the log. They kissed and held each other for a few minutes, then reached for their shirts and began to get dressed.It broke the spell on the girls. They giggled; the only word each repeated as they stowed their binoculars and climbed back up to the trail was, “Wow!”

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