Chapter One

Brandy slept twenty hours after the bar exam was finally over. All the tension and sleeplessness of the past months had caught up with her and she was utterly drained. The next night she slept fourteen hours.

That was weeks ago and she had learned she had passed the bar and was a full fledged lawyer. That did not, of course, mean it was time to take life easy. Far from it.

If accepted by a major law firm, which seemed almost certain due to her finishing second in her class, she could expect to be treated like dirt and run ragged for the next six months as somebody's law clerk and gopher.

After that would come perhaps ten years of working like a dog, spending fourteen hour days and seven day weeks, brown nosing the partners and being given the crummiest of jobs, all in the hopes that, when she was perhaps thirty five or so, she would be made a partner.

It would be worth it, though. Partners in major New York law firms earned an average of a million a year, and Brandy intended to be a rich and powerful woman.

She was already beautiful and smart, rich would make it unanimous.

If she didn't kill herself getting there, of course.

She stood naked in front of her bathroom mirror, examining herself. She seemed to have finally regained the weight she'd lost pulling all those all night cram sessions, the weight she'd lost due to worry, anxiety, lack of sleep and poor diet. Her skin had a healthier tone and there were no more bags in front of her eyes.

Her hair had returned to its lustrous, silky form, hanging around her face and falling across her shoulders in a luscious wave of coppery red. Her face, with its soft, full, sensuous mouth, it's narrow, intelligent green eyes and strong yet feminine chin, looked healthy, and was now, with the advent of full womanhood, assuming a striking mixture of dignity and beauty.

Her body was an hourglass, with curving hips a narrow waist and full, high, rounded breasts.

She frowned a bit at the sight of her breasts. They might be a problem in a legal world filled with sexist men. Men tended to think a full breasted woman had to be a dumb bimbo, and her thirty six DDs were certainly prominent.

She'd thought about breast reduction surgery several times, but had heard that this reduced the sensitivity of the nipples and she loved the feeling when her nipples were tweaked, pinched and sucked.

That had happened much less then she wanted of late, since both she and her boyfriend were far too busy taking the bar exams.

That was one reason she was so looking forward to this holiday. Perhaps the last time for both of them to take life easy before their careers began. She and Mike planned to screw their brains out, storing the fun against the long drudgery ahead.

Unfortunately, both of them owed a fortune to their law school, so instead of going to Paris or someplace like that they were going camping, which was hardly something she did on a regular basis.

Brandy was a city girl born and raised. Her idea of roughing it was having to cook her own food instead of ordering in or eating out. Central park was as wild as she'd ever seen nature. Still, the idea of being alone with Mike in the wilderness, where they could indulge themselves, was kind of exciting.

They weren't going to be alone, of course. Jack and Nicole were coming too.

Jack was Mike's best friend. He too had just passed the bar exams. Nicole was still a year away, so the three others would get to taunt her mercilessly. The tall blonde girl had been playing racquetball with Brandy for a year now and they were good friends. She had no doubt she could keep Jack occupied enough to give she and Mike much needed space.

She dressed quickly, realizing she was late. She put on a pair of sexy, silky black string bikini panties and a matching bra, then pulled on a pair of jeans and a checked flannel shirt. She got into her hiking boots just as the bell rang.

She hurried over to it and Mike gave her a giant bear hug, his hands sliding down to cup her bottom as they kissed. She had to tilt her head back because he was much taller than her. Her own arms went up onto his broad, muscular shoulders, then one went behind his head, stroking his soft blonde hair.

"Just wait till I get you alone in the woods, little girl," he breathed into her ear.

"Mmmmmmm, just so Jack and Nicki stay out of our way," she groaned.

"Don't worry about them. Jack plans on doing to Nicki what I'm gonna do to you."

He gave her bottom a final squeeze then the two of them loaded her gear into the big four wheel drive Cherokee and went to pick up the others. An hour later they were heading out of the city, headed for the middle of nowhere.

They drove all day, stayed in two separate motel rooms that night, then drove for another four hours the next day before coming to the country Inn they were looking for. There they rented the canoes and other gear they needed and started off down river.

Brandy felt more than a little awkward as she paddled. Nicki, Jack and Mike had tried to show her how it was done but she still hadn't quite gotten the hang of it. She was starting to have deep regrets about the plans, not looking forward to days of paddling.

Besides, last night at the motel had been fantastic. Mike had fucked her four times, and licked her to several major orgasms. She wouldn't have minded just staying there for a few weeks. This paddling business was for the birds.

Up ahead, Nicki and Jack were paddling easily. Brandy was too busy trying to get the paddling down right to notice anything else.

They paddled leisurely downriver, sometimes just stopping and letting the river float them along. They pulled in to shore and sat in a small cleared area to eat lunch, which, much to her surprise Brandy enjoyed immensely.

They continued on that afternoon, with her arms getting weak and sore before too long. She'd thought she was in shape because of her racquetball and aerobics but her arms felt like lead before Mike finally agreed to pull into shore for the night.

"You're just lucky we're going downriver," he grinned up at her.

"You're just lucky I can't call a cab," she glared back.

He laughed. "Don't worry. You're arms will get stronger. In a few days you'll be able to paddle upriver all day without any problem."

"I can hardly wait," she said sarcastically.

"There's still a few hours of daylight left," Jack said as Mike hailed him and Nicki and pointed to shore.

"Brandy's tired. Let's take it easy first day," Mike said.

"Oh, come on," Jack said.

"Let's find someplace we can swim and you'll get to see my new bathing suit," Nicki said to Jack.

"Okay, let's head to shore, fast," Jack said.

The others laughed as they found a quiet beach and drew the canoes into shore. Brandy tossed down the paddle gratefully and groaned as she swung her legs out of the canoe. She stepped onto the damp earth, digging her bare toes into it and sighing in pleasure.

Jack and Mike tossed their packs out then drew the canoes high onto the beach while the women began to sort through things.

"I can't find our tent," Nicki said.

"What?"

"Let me look."

"It has to be there."

The other three sifted through the mound of goods with growing alarm, frustration and anger.

"What happened to the fucking tent?" Jack demanded.

"They were supposed to give us two two-man tents."

"Didn't you check before we left?" Mike demanded.

"No, I didn't fucking check. I thought you did."

"Fuck!"

"Now what do we do?" Brandy groaned.

"We'll the only thing we can do is both use the one tent," Nicki sighed.

"What? These things are made for two people. We'll never fit in together."

"Let's try. Anyway, we can sleep outdoors most nights. It'll be fun."

"Fun? Look, country girl," Brandy glared. "You might not mind sleeping outside but I sure as hell do."

"It won't kill you, Brandy," she said.

"It's either that or try to paddle back upstream. That'll take us two more days," Jack said.

"Oh fuck!" Brandy snarled.

"We'll manage," Nicki sighed.

"This whole thing sucks!" Brandy snapped.

"Come on, honey," Mike said, putting an arm around her shoulder. She shrugged it off and stalked away. He smiled weakly at the other two and followed, catching up to her at the water's edge.

"Brandy... "

"How the hell are we supposed to have any fun with them in the fucking tent with us?" she hissed.

"We'll screw outdoors," he grinned, putting his arm around her again.

"I wanted to make love before bed, and in the middle of the night, and when we wake up in the morning. We can't do that now," she whined.

"We'll manage. Trust me, where there's a will, there's a way, and we have plenty of will."

"Sure," she said, unconvinced.

They got the tent up, and, as she'd feared, they would have to sleep cheek to cheek to all fit in. Still, Nicki managed to rouse her out of her depression by suggesting a swim. She was sweaty enough after paddling all day to appreciate that idea.

They stripped and got into their suits. Not for the first time Brandy gazed at her friend's body admiringly. She wasn't gay or anything, but she envied Nicole her body. It was tall, slender, and had breasts that, while plenty big enough to satisfy men, didn't distract them from her face during business meetings.

She had wonderfully long legs, and an athlete's body.

The only thing Brandy didn't envy was her face. Nicole was twenty-four, just a year younger than Brandy. Yet her face, though quite pretty, was sweet, cute, a little girl's face. She had wide blue eyes, a tiny snub nose, a sweet little mouth and a rounded chin.

How on earth was any man going to respect her in the legal world. Nicole's face wasn't one to inspire respect for her intelligence or strength. No, it was a face that made you want to pat her on the head. She was twenty four and still occasionally had to produce ID to get a drink at a bar.

It didn't help that she was a blonde, a perfect golden blonde with straight, silky, shoulder length blonde hair. If she'd been big busted like Brandy her life would be hopeless, the redhead thought idly.

She stepped into her bathing suit and pulled the one piece up around her chest, fitting her big boobs into it carefully, taking her eyes off the blonde girl for a few moments. Then she looked across to where Nicole was kneeling, doing up her top.

"Nicki!"

"What?" Nicole asked, looking guilty.

"You're not going to wear that!"

"Why not?"

"Why not? My God. I had no idea you even had a suit like that!"

"I didn't," the blonde grinned a little shyly. "I bought it just for this trip. I figured we'd be out in the middle of nowhere so who's gonna see."

"Well, Mike for one."

Nicole was wearing a thong bottom, baring her round buttocks, and a tiny little string top, the cups covering her nipples and not much more. It looked like one bounce would tear the straining strings apart too.

"Come on, Brandy, you're not gonna get jealous, are you?"

"Jealous? Me?"

Brandy scowled, then shrugged and grinned. "Okay, maybe a little. I don't like him looking at other women and he's sure gonna look at you."

"He loves you, silly. He might look a little, just at first, but it's you he wants."

"Yeah, I know. Still, I wish you'd told me."

"So you could have brought one?"

They both giggled and Brandy shook her head.

"I don't know if I'd dare wear something like that."

"You would if I did."

"Yeah, I guess, only out here though."

Nicki produced a green bikini with a smirk and handed it to her. Brandy stared at it in shock then examined it. It was her size.

"You sneaky bitch!"

"I wanted to wear this but I didn't know how you'd react. I figured it'd be kind of exciting to parade around half naked."

"I'm sure the guys will agree."

"But I didn't want you to feel like I was showing off or anything to Mike. If we're both dressed the same... "

"You might have asked me."

"Oh Brandy, you're so... so... prudish."

"I am not prudish!"

"You don't have a single mini skirt and you never wear a bikini."

"My boobs are too big for a bikini."

"You're just self conscious about people seeing them."

"Men don't respect big breasted women."

"Mike respects you."

"He knows me. Some clown seeing me on the beach would just think what a bimbo I was."

"Try it on."

Brandy took off her bathing suit and pulled on the green thong bikini.

"How do I look?"

"Sexy as hell."

"Think so?"

"Wait till the guys see us."

"Oh God," Brandy moaned. "I don't know if I can, not in front of Jack!"

"Come on, Brandy. Girls dress like this all the time."

"Eighteen year old nympho's and Europeans."

"Let's go."

Nicki scrambled out the front of the tent and pulled Brandy behind. Brandy kept an arm across her chest to keep her breasts from falling out of the tiny cups of her bra.

The guys turned around and ogled them excitedly. Brandy blushed, not minding so much Mike as Jack. Of course, Jack was staring at Nicki too, and now that she noticed Mike was looking at Nicki as well as her. She didn't much like that.

"So how do we look, guys?" Nicki taunted, turning around to let them see her bottom.

"Wow!" Jack said. "Let's get back in that tent!"

Brandy walked up to Mike, smiling weakly. He looked down with wide, appreciative eyes, turning her to gaze at her own bare bottom.

"Oh boy," he growled. "This is for me."

Brandy blushed deeper, glancing over at Jack. Jack was busy kissing Nicki though, his arms around her. His hands slid down onto her bare bottom and Brandy pulled her eyes away in embarrassment.

"I am gonna fuck you till your ears leak," Mike whispered into her ear, pulling her against him. He slid his hand down onto her bare behind but she quickly twisted away, embarrassed in case Nicki or Jack saw.

"You guys gonna come in swimming with us?" she smiled, dancing towards the water.

"Try and stop us," Jack called over, stripping off his t-shirt and pants. He had his bathing suit on beneath.

He dove into Nicki and hefted her over his shoulders as she squealed and laughed, then he dashed forward into the water, throwing her forward with a splash.

"Let me just get into my suit," Mike said. "Maybe you could help me find it."

He gave her a leering expression and went into the tent. She turned and looked into the water, where Nicki and Jack were now kissing, arms around each other, then followed.

He was kneeling just inside and grabbed her as soon as she entered, pulling her down to her knees before him. Their arms slid around each other and their lips met in a hot, passionate embrace.

His hands slid down onto her bare bottom and her flesh tingled as he squeezed and kneaded the soft, rounded buttocks. Her full round, barely contained breasts pushed into his chest, mashing back into her ribs as he held her tightly.

Then he slid a hand up into her hair and tugged her head back. She winced a bit but didn't resist as he bent her back and brought his other hand up under her left breast, stroking it through the thin V of material.

"God, you've got fantastic tits," he groaned, letting go of her hair, cupping both breasts with his hands, and burying his face in her cleavage. He jerked the small cups down and aside to bare her big breasts and rubbed his face against them, his tongue sticking out hungrily.

He opened his mouth wide and engulfed her left nipple, sucking ferociously as Brandy groaned in response. His fingers were digging into the soft flesh, kneading it like bread dough. He pulled his lips free only to dive on her right nipple and suck on that.

Brandy stroked his head, her breathing getting harsher and more ragged as he suckled and chewed on her nipples. She closed her eyes briefly as a burst of hot sensuous pleasure burned into her chest. It felt like he was trying to suck her nipples right off.