Girls Camel Toe

Threesome. Cameltoe stories by Carli:

This story takes place in the middle of my first semester at college. I was living in a suite/apartment dorm room with three other suitemates. All three were new college friends for me and I met them for the first time as we were placed together in the apartment. We had to get to know each other and learn to live with each other. Janine was a sweetie – with hair and skin coloring very similar to my own. She was VERY innocent, but interested in sex, loved guys – but had little experience with them in high school, and was a very attractive, very horny girl, deep down inside, but she didn’t know it when I first met her. Carla was from the Deep South, had darker hair, somewhat weird clothes, but had a great figure, long legs and a great ass! She had a smaller chest than Janine and I, but had beautiful, full lips and a pouty smile. Robin was a very light-skinned Jamaican girl, with gorgeous dark hair. She was short, really cute, had a great accent, and fantastic lingerie and swimwear. We all became instantly close, and almost inseparable whenever we weren’t in classes. Seven weeks into the semester, Robin was diagnosed with Mono, and had to withdraw for the remainder of the semester. We were all really sad to see her move out and the Quad really missed her. Janine, Carla and I became REALLY tight as the semester wore one. We would always find the time to sit together, usually on Janine’s bed each night and talk for a few hours at a time. The conversation always came around to guys, sex, what we liked about them and what it was about us that always seemed to attract their attention. One night, as we sat in Sweats, PJ pants and cotton shorts, I noticed that each of us was showing some degree of a cameltoe, as we sat, cross-legged on the bed. The longer we sat there, the deeper the “toes” seemed to get. I couldn’t help but mention this phenomenon and Carla chuckled when she looked around and noticed. Janine had no idea what we were laughing about. I pointed to her crotch, Carla’s, and mine and she began to blush. We didn’t think much more of this, but again, noticed that we all showed one the next night, and began feeling somewhat comfortable talking about cameltoes. I was still too shy to mention what had happened at the Mall earlier in the semester – I didn’t think they were ready to hear what I actually did there, but Janine began talking about whether or not guys would notice our cameltoes. I piped up and said,” Of course they would notice – they actually look for these.” Janine couldn’t believe it. Carla agreed, and told us about a time when she was wearing her Gym shorts in high school, and they had a co-ed Gym class one day. She said that guys were staring at her crotch and she became uncomfortable realizing that her shorts had probably gotten to be a bit too small. As we talked, I noticed that Janine would occasionally brush her cameltoe with her fingers, kind of casually, but more often than purely accidentally. At first I thought that she was slightly pulling on her pants – trying to ease or remove the cameltoe, but it remained there. She was also becoming more talkative, and her voice was sounding more agitated, rising gradually in pitch. This became a common occurrence each night, as we talked about the same thing – eventually our conversation evolved into how or when did we last flash a cameltoe during the day at some guy, and what was the reaction. What was actually happening to us? Cameltoe flashing was becoming a major focus of our day – each of us would tell some bizarre tale each night as we shared our experiences. The stories were getting hotter and hotter each night. We actually began wearing more obvious “cameltoe” clothing – pants or shorts that showed our cameltoes more clearly – more visibly. We stopped wearing plaid pants and all began wearing solid colors so that our cameltoes were more visible. (more…)