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“I don’t want anyone in this house other than you and Minda, do you understand me, Amy? And I don’t care what time you go to bed, but I want you both inside and the door locked behind you at ten sharp. And I’ll be calling to check that you’ve done just that, okay?”
These were the conditions my mom had laid out. Other than the curfew and personnel restrictions, we were free to do as we pleased.
These were the conditions under which I discovered my sexuality.
Some coworkers came to pick Mom up at about one on Friday afternoon. I hugged her goodbye and waved as they all drove off. I watched them until they turned out of sight, and then shut the door, leaned back against it, and grinned.
The house was mine.
The first thing I did was call up Minda. “She’s gone,” I said when she picked up the phone.
“Sweet. Let’s hit the mall!”
I drove over to her house to pick her and her stuff for the weekend. We said our goodbyes to her parents and little brother, and then we were off.
“Woo!” she cried, stretching her arms out the open window. “Feedom!”
I grinned at her. “A whole four days of just you and me. It’s gonna be awesome!”
Minda’s mom was from Spain, and had given heavily to her daughter in the genetics department. She had dark skin and long hair, and her large, slightly slanted eyes were a deep brown. She was a little shorter than me, but very skinny. Her breasts were smaller than average, so she usually wore clothes that showed off her well-rounded butt. Today, that was a tight pair of jeans and an orange spaghetti-strap top that showed a lot of midriff. I could see the top of her underwear peeking out in the back.
I was a pretty typical suburban white girl. I have blue eyes and brown hair, though it’s a much lighter shade than Minda’s. It was summertime and I’d been lying out in the backyard recently, so I’d developed a decent tan. I was a little more curvy than Minda; my bra size was in the large B range at the time, I think, and I have wide hips to match. I was wearing khaki shorts and a peasant blouse.
We spent several hours at the mall, running in and out of shops, trying stuff on and buying way more than we should have. We saw some of our friends from school there, chatted with them a while, grabbed a bite at the food court, and headed home.
It was probably about eight or nine by the time we arrived, dragging a dozen shopping bags in with us. We hauled them upstairs to my room, dropped them on the floor, and flopped onto the bed, spent.
After a few minutes Minda sat up. “So what’re we going to do this weekend? Party?”
I shook my head. “Mom says nobody in the house but you and me.” And I was going to stick to that. Mom trusted me, and I wasn’t going to ruin that by breaking one of the only two rules she’d set for this trip. Besides, if I came through this weekend with the house still intact, she might let this sort of thing happen again.
She nodded, understanding. She knew my dad had run out on us when I was still a baby, and so my mom and I were pretty tight. Besides, she treated Minda almost like a second daughter.
“Well,” she said, scooting off the bed and unzipping her pants, “I’m going to try on that skirt with that white shirt.”
This was our favorite hobby: trying on and modeling clothes in the full-length mirror I had hanging from my closet door. We’d done it for as long as either of us could remember, and were more than comfortable in various stages of undress in front of each other. And with the shopping trip, we had all kinds of outfits to combine and try.
“Try it with the black slacks, too,” I said, standing up too. “Those looked really good on you.”
She smacked her ass, now clad only in a black thong. “Damn right they did.”
We laughed and dug in. We tried on clothes and made suggestions to each other and switched for what must have been an hour.
Somewhere in there, I found myself trying one of my new skirts with an older red-and-white-striped tank top and frowning at the results. “I don’t remember this shirt being this tight,” I said.
“It’s ‘cause your boobs are bigger,” Minda replied. She was back in her jeans, but had left them undone, and a form-fitting maroon shirt.
I huffed a sigh. “I don’t need them to get any bigger!” I cried. “They’re big enough as it is!”
I tried to shift the tank top around to make it more comfortable, but it didn’t work. In time I noticed that Minda had been staring at me.
“What?”
Minda didn’t answer right away. “Can I ask you something, Amy?”
I gave her a look. She was being awfully serious. “Of course.”
She bit her lower lip, then said, “What’s it like having breasts that big?”
I rolled my eyes. “It’s not as great as everyone seems to think it is,” I said. “My back gets sore sometimes, and it hurts to run, and boys are always staring at me.”
Minda didn’t say anything for a while, long enough for me to start to wonder about her. She was never like this. “Are you okay?” I finally asked.
“Can I…” she swallowed, and tried again, “Can I… touch them?”
My head reared back. “What?”
“I just want to see what they feel like.” Her words came out in a rush, as if once she had made the initial request she couldn’t stop herself. “I’m never going to have big ones like you, and I just want to see what it’s like, and I’ll understand if you say no, I just wanted to ask.” She seemed to make herself stop.
I thought about it. It was a little weird, yeah, but all in all a pretty harmless request. I’d been naked around this girl for more than ten years. Traded clothes with her. Heck, we’d even taken a shower together once or twice.
I shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. “Sure.”
She nodded and stepped in front of me. I’d never seen her look so serious. Slowly, her hands came up, hovered in front of me for what seemed like a really long time, and then finally came down.
It was an odd sensation. Nobody had ever touched my breasts before, and now, here was my best friend, resting her hands on them so lightly I could barely feel them.
Abruptly, she walked around behind me, pressing against my back. Her arms came up from below mine, and her hands cupped my chest delicately, lifting them ever so slightly.
“It’s okay,” I whispered, even though I don’t know why I was whispering. “You can use a little more pressure if you want.”
I heard her taking deeper breaths, felt them on my ear. Gently – oh, so gently – she squeezed.
“They’re wonderful,” I heard her say, just loud enough to hear.
Something happened, then. I realized that, as weird as this was, it was actually turning me on a little. And then, as soon as I realized that, I recognized something else. Minda’s breasts were squished up against my back. I could feel her nipples, stiffening with arousal, pushing into my skin.
This was turning her on, too.
“Minda,” I said, “do you–”
The phone rang.
We both jumped as if we’d been electrocuted; I stumbled into the closet door frame, she tripped over a bag and fell half onto the bed. I looked up at the clock. It was ten already.
“That’s probably Mom,” I said, dashing out the door. I ran downstairs and into the kitchen, and snatched the phone off the hook on the fourth ring.
“Hello?”
“Hi honey!” It was Mom. “Just checking in on you.”
“Hey Mom,” I said. “We’re fine.”
“Are you sure?” she said, suspicious. “You sound out of breath. You didn’t run home at the last minute, did you?”
“No, we’ve been here for an hour or so,” I said, and my voice sounded high-pitched and panicky even to me. “You just caught me in the middle of trying on a new skirt, and I tripped trying to get to the phone, that’s all.”
I could tell she didn’t quite buy it, but there was no way in hell I was going to tell her what I had really been doing. “Well, just be sure to be in by ten every night that I’m gone,” she said, finally. I mentally heaved a sigh of relief. “I’ll see you Monday, okay? Call Minda’s parents if you need anything.”
“We will.”
“I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
I hung up, panting and sweating like I’d just run a marathon.
I double-checked the door to make sure it was locked, then slowly climbed the stairs. I didn’t quite know what was going to happen when I returned to my bedroom, but I was seriously wigged out, now. But, as I thought about it, I wasn’t wigged out in necessarily a bad way, either. It was like culture shock: things were different in this strange new place my best friend and I had suddenly found ourselves in, and it was going to take a little bit to get used to it.
Minda hadn’t moved when I came back in; she was still perched on the edge of the bed, staring at nothing.
“That was Mom,” I said carefully, like how you talk when there’s a deer nearby and you’re afraid you’ll spook it.
Minda nodded, not looking up. “Oh,” she said, perfectly conversationally. “Her flight go okay?”
“I guess,” I said. “She was checking on us, mostly.”
“Oh.”
Neither of us moved for a while, and the silence got really uncomfortable. Eventually, I said, “Are you okay?”
Minda hesitated, then nodded. “I didn’t mean to freak you out,” she said.
After a moment, I said, “You didn’t freak me out.”
Finally – finally – she looked up at me, the beginnings of a smirk on her lips. “You just about cracked your head on the wall when the phone rang.”
I felt my cheeks heat up. “Yeah, well, you didn’t act so calm and collected either,” I told her.
“Bitch.”
“Slut.”
We laughed a little at that, falling into our old mock-insult routine. Somehow I think that reassured us both that we were still the same people we were just a little while ago.
After another few moments of silence, Minda cleared her throat. “What were you about to say, when the phone rang?”
I really felt the blush this time, and looked away. “Oh. I, uh…” I swallowed. “I was about to ask… if you wanted to feel them under my clothes.”
Her jaw dropped. I walked over to my desk and switched on my lamp, partly because the sun was down and there wasn’t a whole lot of light left, but mostly to avoid looking at her. “You skank!” she shrieked. “You were getting off on that!”
I put my hands on my hips and raised an eyebrow at her. “I wasn’t the only one. Are you smuggling pencil erasers in your bra, or were you just happy to see me?”
She pulled her legs up to her chest, hugging them, and looked embarrassed. “I… They felt really good, Amy. You’re my best friend, and I feel closer to you than anybody else in the whole world. You’re like a sister to me. And lately I’ve been… well, we’re teenagers, you know? My hormones have been going out of control. And I’m not ashamed to admit that you’re hot, Amy.” She buried her face behind her knees. “And I’ve got such small tits. I wanted to know what it was like so badly. I… I didn’t mean to…” She cut herself off. She sounded like she was going to cry.
“Hey, hey,” I soothed, sitting down beside her. “Am I mad? No. I just told you that I kinda liked it, too. It was a little weird, but…”
She peeked one eye up at me. “But?”
I shrugged. “But I… did kinda want you to go a little further.”
I couldn’t believe I had just said that.
We looked at anything but each other for a while. “So what now?” Minda asked.
I bit my lower lip, trying to think. We were all alone in the house. The door was locked and I could close the blinds on my window. Nobody would have to know but us. And if it was something that we both wanted to do…
“Well,” I eventually said, “why don’t we start by doing what we were doing before the phone rang, and… see what happens.”
She licked her lips, looking nervous but excited. “Really? You’re sure?”
I nodded. I wasn’t sure, not by a long shot, but I tried to push down the fluttering in my stomach. “Yeah, but I think we should promise each other that we’ll stop if the other says so, okay?’
She smiled at that and nodded. “Okay.”
“Okay, then,” I said, and stood up by the mirror again, pulling her up by the hand with me. She stood behind me again and I placed her hands on my hips. I nodded. “Okay. Go.”
She didn’t do anything, clearly nervous. I got tired of waiting, and reached back behind me, grabbed her waist, and pulled her towards me. “What are you waiting for?” I asked. “Where’s that confidence you had just a few minutes ago?”
“Shut up!” she said. “Just… just let me do this at my own pace, okay?” She huffed out a breath. “All right. Here I go.”
I was facing the mirror this time, and so I was able to watch her hands drift up my sides. First inward as she followed the curve of my waist, then back out. I felt her first fingers align with my bra, then follow it in. She turned her hands palm-up and rested them gently against me.
“Is this okay?” she asked.
“I told you it was.” My mouth was so dry, I don’t know how I was able to speak.
She spread her fingers and began moving them across the twin mounds, caressing them with the lightest of touches. Now that I was anticipating it, my body was responding to the attention. Every time her fingers passed over my areolae, I felt them tingle, and my nipples began to strain against the bra cups.
“My bra’s getting a little uncomfortable,” I told her. “Do you want to take it off for me?”
I felt and heard her breathing quicken. “If that’s all right with you,” she said.
I rolled my eyes, crossed my arms, and lifted the tank top over my head, exposing the nude silk bra underneath. Minda’s fingers landed on the clasp, but didn’t undo it. “Are you sure about this?”
“Please,” I said, genuinely aroused now. “I want you to.”
This must have been what she needed to hear, because she deftly pinched and unhooked the clasp in one quick motion. I straightened my arms and let it slide off to the floor. My breasts, free of their prison, hung out proudly from my chest, two golden-cream globes of flesh capped with rosy areolae. The nipples stood fully erect, pointing demurely away from each other.
Minda’s hands, bolder now, came right back up and squeezed the naked flesh. I let out a deep sigh; this was starting to feel really good, now.
“How do they feel?” I asked her.
“Soft,” she whispered. “I wish I had some like yours.”
“Well, that’s okay,” I said softly back, “you can feel mine all you like.”
Her nipples were erect too, I could feel them boring into my back again, and her breath was coming hot and fast across my neck. I was keenly aware of the curve of her abdomen gracefully cupping my butt.
Suddenly, she pinched my left nipple between her forefinger and thumb. Not hard, but it did surprise me, and I yelped. Instantly her hands flew away. “Did I hurt you?” she cried, worried.
“No,” I breathed, and I grabbed her hands in my own and squashed them up against my chest. “That was very, very good.” I felt warm all over, and I was tingling in places other than my tits. “Keep doing it.”
She massaged and squeezed a little harder this time, occasionally pinching or rolling a nipple between her fingers. Once, she even grabbed them between her thumb and middle fingers, and, rolling them, twiddled the very tips with her forefingers.
“Mmm!” I moaned. My breaths were coming in gasps, now. “Keep this up and I might have to rub myself off.”
She froze. “You mean, like, masturbating?”
“Yeah,” I sighed. “Don’t you do it?”
“With my little brother in the next room? Are you kidding?” She wrapped her arms around my waist and gave me a squeeze. “I wouldn’t even know where to begin. But maybe this is a good place to stop.”
I whirled around, staring straight into her eyes, my breast heaving as I struggled to get enough oxygen into my lungs. “Do you want to stop?” I demanded.
Her gaze never wavered. “No.”
“Neither do I,” I said. And, because it felt like the right thing to do, I kissed her.
I should mention that I’d never kissed anyone before. Not like that. I’d gone out on a few dates with boys, to the movies, mostly, and I’d kissed a few of them. But not like I kissed Minda that night. I wanted it so bad. I crushed my lips onto hers, and, while she was surprised at first, she quickly began to return in kind. Our mouths opened at almost the same time, and our tongues flicked out, testing, tasting.
“Take your pants off,” I ordered. “I’ll show you what to do. Oh, look at that,” I said innocently, taking hold of her jeans as I remembered that she’d left them unbuttoned and unzipped this whole time. “You’ve done most of the work for me.” I jerked them down and they slid down her smooth Spanish legs.
“Amy!” she said with a rising inflection, surprised. “I’ve never seen you like this.”
“Yeah, well, you’ve never made me horny like this,” I shot back, peeling off her shirt. “Do you like it?”
I swear I saw her pupils dilate. “Oh, I like it,” she breathed. “I like it a lot.”
“Good,” I said, and we kissed again. “Now take the rest of your clothes off.”
“Only if you do, too,” she smiled.
“Deal.”
She undid her bra and dropped her thong while I slid out of my skirt and panties. If I’d been slightly less frantic to get myself off, I might have taken the time to study her naked body, which I was now finding so attractive. As it was, I only caught the briefest of glimpses of her caramel skin, small but pert breasts and the dark tuft of hair at the base of her belly before we had our arms around each other, lashing our tongues together and running our hands along each others’ bodies with abandon. I felt particular satisfaction in hearing her gasp in delight as I grabbed her ass cheeks. Hard.
“Sit on the bed with me,” I said, but my lips were touching hers the whole time so I doubt she understood the words. She understood the intent, however, and we both sunk carefully onto the edge of the mattress.
“Now, open your legs. Take your hand and put it on your pussy.”
She laughed a little. “Why Amy, I’ve never heard you use such language.”
“Fine,” I snarled. “Put your hand on your vagina. There, you happy?”
“Hope to be in a minute.”
I rolled my eyes and kissed her again. “Okay. Feel the lips?”
“Uh huh.”
“Spread them, and put a finger between them.” I followed my own instructions. “God, are you as wet as I am?”
“I’m pretty wet, yeah.”
I was getting hotter by the minute. “Do you feel that hard bump, near the top?” I waited for a moment, until I heard her sharp gasp and saw her jump a little. “That’s your clit,” I said, “That’s what you want to focus on.”
“Oh, wow,” she moaned.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?”
“Oh wow.”
We stayed just like that, eyes locked on each other (as best we could – I’d close mine every once and a while, I’m pretty sure she did too), one arm holding ourselves up behind us on the bed, the other hand’s fingers sliding between our vulva. I could feel the heat coming off her body, I saw her jerk spasmodically in response to what she was doing. It was the hottest thing I had ever experienced.
“Amy…” she whined. “Amy… I think…”
“That’s it,” I groaned, kissing her unresponsive lips. Her eyes were completely closed, now; she was lost in a world of ecstasy. “Keep going. You’re almost there.”
“Amy… Oh my God, Amy!”
“Just relax, just let it happen.”
She wasn’t forming words at this point, only incoherent, high-pitched squeals.
“Come on, Minda, do it…” I wanted to come. Very badly. But I wanted her to come more. Knowing that I was going to witness her first self-administered orgasm – possibly her first orgasm ever – made me very badly want to see it. I slowed down on my own stroking, not wanting to miss it.
Her hand was a blur. “Augh… augh!”
And then it happened. All at once, her face bunched up and she screamed. Her entire body arched and then spasmed violently, her high scream turning into a deep, primal, guttural groan as she flopped backwards onto the bed.
Seeing her come, even at my slowed pace, pushed me over the edge. I curled up into a tight ball around my hand, letting myself cry out in pleasure. Normally, I force myself to remain silent so that my mom won’t hear down the hall, but tonight, I let it out. It felt good. I made myself a promise that I would try to do it like that more often.
I fell backwards onto the bed, listening to the two of us breathing, me on my back, Minda mostly on her side, eyes closed.
“Oh my God,” she said after a while. “That was incredible.”
I just smiled at her. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.”
She raised herself up just enough to kiss me, long and deep. Her arms shook with exhaustion as she did this, and she dropped back onto the bed once she was finished.
We were too worn out after that to change into our night clothes, or even to get up to turn off the light. We fell asleep like that, lying the wrong way across my bed, naked and flushed with spent arousal, the scent of our wet, open sex in the air.
We were content, for now… but we still had another three days of our weekend to go.
Part II: Truth or Dare coming soon... -->
These were the conditions my mom had laid out. Other than the curfew and personnel restrictions, we were free to do as we pleased.
These were the conditions under which I discovered my sexuality.
Some coworkers came to pick Mom up at about one on Friday afternoon. I hugged her goodbye and waved as they all drove off. I watched them until they turned out of sight, and then shut the door, leaned back against it, and grinned.
The house was mine.
The first thing I did was call up Minda. “She’s gone,” I said when she picked up the phone.
“Sweet. Let’s hit the mall!”
I drove over to her house to pick her and her stuff for the weekend. We said our goodbyes to her parents and little brother, and then we were off.
“Woo!” she cried, stretching her arms out the open window. “Feedom!”
I grinned at her. “A whole four days of just you and me. It’s gonna be awesome!”
Minda’s mom was from Spain, and had given heavily to her daughter in the genetics department. She had dark skin and long hair, and her large, slightly slanted eyes were a deep brown. She was a little shorter than me, but very skinny. Her breasts were smaller than average, so she usually wore clothes that showed off her well-rounded butt. Today, that was a tight pair of jeans and an orange spaghetti-strap top that showed a lot of midriff. I could see the top of her underwear peeking out in the back.
I was a pretty typical suburban white girl. I have blue eyes and brown hair, though it’s a much lighter shade than Minda’s. It was summertime and I’d been lying out in the backyard recently, so I’d developed a decent tan. I was a little more curvy than Minda; my bra size was in the large B range at the time, I think, and I have wide hips to match. I was wearing khaki shorts and a peasant blouse.
We spent several hours at the mall, running in and out of shops, trying stuff on and buying way more than we should have. We saw some of our friends from school there, chatted with them a while, grabbed a bite at the food court, and headed home.
It was probably about eight or nine by the time we arrived, dragging a dozen shopping bags in with us. We hauled them upstairs to my room, dropped them on the floor, and flopped onto the bed, spent.
After a few minutes Minda sat up. “So what’re we going to do this weekend? Party?”
I shook my head. “Mom says nobody in the house but you and me.” And I was going to stick to that. Mom trusted me, and I wasn’t going to ruin that by breaking one of the only two rules she’d set for this trip. Besides, if I came through this weekend with the house still intact, she might let this sort of thing happen again.
She nodded, understanding. She knew my dad had run out on us when I was still a baby, and so my mom and I were pretty tight. Besides, she treated Minda almost like a second daughter.
“Well,” she said, scooting off the bed and unzipping her pants, “I’m going to try on that skirt with that white shirt.”
This was our favorite hobby: trying on and modeling clothes in the full-length mirror I had hanging from my closet door. We’d done it for as long as either of us could remember, and were more than comfortable in various stages of undress in front of each other. And with the shopping trip, we had all kinds of outfits to combine and try.
“Try it with the black slacks, too,” I said, standing up too. “Those looked really good on you.”
She smacked her ass, now clad only in a black thong. “Damn right they did.”
We laughed and dug in. We tried on clothes and made suggestions to each other and switched for what must have been an hour.
Somewhere in there, I found myself trying one of my new skirts with an older red-and-white-striped tank top and frowning at the results. “I don’t remember this shirt being this tight,” I said.
“It’s ‘cause your boobs are bigger,” Minda replied. She was back in her jeans, but had left them undone, and a form-fitting maroon shirt.
I huffed a sigh. “I don’t need them to get any bigger!” I cried. “They’re big enough as it is!”
I tried to shift the tank top around to make it more comfortable, but it didn’t work. In time I noticed that Minda had been staring at me.
“What?”
Minda didn’t answer right away. “Can I ask you something, Amy?”
I gave her a look. She was being awfully serious. “Of course.”
She bit her lower lip, then said, “What’s it like having breasts that big?”
I rolled my eyes. “It’s not as great as everyone seems to think it is,” I said. “My back gets sore sometimes, and it hurts to run, and boys are always staring at me.”
Minda didn’t say anything for a while, long enough for me to start to wonder about her. She was never like this. “Are you okay?” I finally asked.
“Can I…” she swallowed, and tried again, “Can I… touch them?”
My head reared back. “What?”
“I just want to see what they feel like.” Her words came out in a rush, as if once she had made the initial request she couldn’t stop herself. “I’m never going to have big ones like you, and I just want to see what it’s like, and I’ll understand if you say no, I just wanted to ask.” She seemed to make herself stop.
I thought about it. It was a little weird, yeah, but all in all a pretty harmless request. I’d been naked around this girl for more than ten years. Traded clothes with her. Heck, we’d even taken a shower together once or twice.
I shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. “Sure.”
She nodded and stepped in front of me. I’d never seen her look so serious. Slowly, her hands came up, hovered in front of me for what seemed like a really long time, and then finally came down.
It was an odd sensation. Nobody had ever touched my breasts before, and now, here was my best friend, resting her hands on them so lightly I could barely feel them.
Abruptly, she walked around behind me, pressing against my back. Her arms came up from below mine, and her hands cupped my chest delicately, lifting them ever so slightly.
“It’s okay,” I whispered, even though I don’t know why I was whispering. “You can use a little more pressure if you want.”
I heard her taking deeper breaths, felt them on my ear. Gently – oh, so gently – she squeezed.
“They’re wonderful,” I heard her say, just loud enough to hear.
Something happened, then. I realized that, as weird as this was, it was actually turning me on a little. And then, as soon as I realized that, I recognized something else. Minda’s breasts were squished up against my back. I could feel her nipples, stiffening with arousal, pushing into my skin.
This was turning her on, too.
“Minda,” I said, “do you–”
The phone rang.
We both jumped as if we’d been electrocuted; I stumbled into the closet door frame, she tripped over a bag and fell half onto the bed. I looked up at the clock. It was ten already.
“That’s probably Mom,” I said, dashing out the door. I ran downstairs and into the kitchen, and snatched the phone off the hook on the fourth ring.
“Hello?”
“Hi honey!” It was Mom. “Just checking in on you.”
“Hey Mom,” I said. “We’re fine.”
“Are you sure?” she said, suspicious. “You sound out of breath. You didn’t run home at the last minute, did you?”
“No, we’ve been here for an hour or so,” I said, and my voice sounded high-pitched and panicky even to me. “You just caught me in the middle of trying on a new skirt, and I tripped trying to get to the phone, that’s all.”
I could tell she didn’t quite buy it, but there was no way in hell I was going to tell her what I had really been doing. “Well, just be sure to be in by ten every night that I’m gone,” she said, finally. I mentally heaved a sigh of relief. “I’ll see you Monday, okay? Call Minda’s parents if you need anything.”
“We will.”
“I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
I hung up, panting and sweating like I’d just run a marathon.
I double-checked the door to make sure it was locked, then slowly climbed the stairs. I didn’t quite know what was going to happen when I returned to my bedroom, but I was seriously wigged out, now. But, as I thought about it, I wasn’t wigged out in necessarily a bad way, either. It was like culture shock: things were different in this strange new place my best friend and I had suddenly found ourselves in, and it was going to take a little bit to get used to it.
Minda hadn’t moved when I came back in; she was still perched on the edge of the bed, staring at nothing.
“That was Mom,” I said carefully, like how you talk when there’s a deer nearby and you’re afraid you’ll spook it.
Minda nodded, not looking up. “Oh,” she said, perfectly conversationally. “Her flight go okay?”
“I guess,” I said. “She was checking on us, mostly.”
“Oh.”
Neither of us moved for a while, and the silence got really uncomfortable. Eventually, I said, “Are you okay?”
Minda hesitated, then nodded. “I didn’t mean to freak you out,” she said.
After a moment, I said, “You didn’t freak me out.”
Finally – finally – she looked up at me, the beginnings of a smirk on her lips. “You just about cracked your head on the wall when the phone rang.”
I felt my cheeks heat up. “Yeah, well, you didn’t act so calm and collected either,” I told her.
“Bitch.”
“Slut.”
We laughed a little at that, falling into our old mock-insult routine. Somehow I think that reassured us both that we were still the same people we were just a little while ago.
After another few moments of silence, Minda cleared her throat. “What were you about to say, when the phone rang?”
I really felt the blush this time, and looked away. “Oh. I, uh…” I swallowed. “I was about to ask… if you wanted to feel them under my clothes.”
Her jaw dropped. I walked over to my desk and switched on my lamp, partly because the sun was down and there wasn’t a whole lot of light left, but mostly to avoid looking at her. “You skank!” she shrieked. “You were getting off on that!”
I put my hands on my hips and raised an eyebrow at her. “I wasn’t the only one. Are you smuggling pencil erasers in your bra, or were you just happy to see me?”
She pulled her legs up to her chest, hugging them, and looked embarrassed. “I… They felt really good, Amy. You’re my best friend, and I feel closer to you than anybody else in the whole world. You’re like a sister to me. And lately I’ve been… well, we’re teenagers, you know? My hormones have been going out of control. And I’m not ashamed to admit that you’re hot, Amy.” She buried her face behind her knees. “And I’ve got such small tits. I wanted to know what it was like so badly. I… I didn’t mean to…” She cut herself off. She sounded like she was going to cry.
“Hey, hey,” I soothed, sitting down beside her. “Am I mad? No. I just told you that I kinda liked it, too. It was a little weird, but…”
She peeked one eye up at me. “But?”
I shrugged. “But I… did kinda want you to go a little further.”
I couldn’t believe I had just said that.
We looked at anything but each other for a while. “So what now?” Minda asked.
I bit my lower lip, trying to think. We were all alone in the house. The door was locked and I could close the blinds on my window. Nobody would have to know but us. And if it was something that we both wanted to do…
“Well,” I eventually said, “why don’t we start by doing what we were doing before the phone rang, and… see what happens.”
She licked her lips, looking nervous but excited. “Really? You’re sure?”
I nodded. I wasn’t sure, not by a long shot, but I tried to push down the fluttering in my stomach. “Yeah, but I think we should promise each other that we’ll stop if the other says so, okay?’
She smiled at that and nodded. “Okay.”
“Okay, then,” I said, and stood up by the mirror again, pulling her up by the hand with me. She stood behind me again and I placed her hands on my hips. I nodded. “Okay. Go.”
She didn’t do anything, clearly nervous. I got tired of waiting, and reached back behind me, grabbed her waist, and pulled her towards me. “What are you waiting for?” I asked. “Where’s that confidence you had just a few minutes ago?”
“Shut up!” she said. “Just… just let me do this at my own pace, okay?” She huffed out a breath. “All right. Here I go.”
I was facing the mirror this time, and so I was able to watch her hands drift up my sides. First inward as she followed the curve of my waist, then back out. I felt her first fingers align with my bra, then follow it in. She turned her hands palm-up and rested them gently against me.
“Is this okay?” she asked.
“I told you it was.” My mouth was so dry, I don’t know how I was able to speak.
She spread her fingers and began moving them across the twin mounds, caressing them with the lightest of touches. Now that I was anticipating it, my body was responding to the attention. Every time her fingers passed over my areolae, I felt them tingle, and my nipples began to strain against the bra cups.
“My bra’s getting a little uncomfortable,” I told her. “Do you want to take it off for me?”
I felt and heard her breathing quicken. “If that’s all right with you,” she said.
I rolled my eyes, crossed my arms, and lifted the tank top over my head, exposing the nude silk bra underneath. Minda’s fingers landed on the clasp, but didn’t undo it. “Are you sure about this?”
“Please,” I said, genuinely aroused now. “I want you to.”
This must have been what she needed to hear, because she deftly pinched and unhooked the clasp in one quick motion. I straightened my arms and let it slide off to the floor. My breasts, free of their prison, hung out proudly from my chest, two golden-cream globes of flesh capped with rosy areolae. The nipples stood fully erect, pointing demurely away from each other.
Minda’s hands, bolder now, came right back up and squeezed the naked flesh. I let out a deep sigh; this was starting to feel really good, now.
“How do they feel?” I asked her.
“Soft,” she whispered. “I wish I had some like yours.”
“Well, that’s okay,” I said softly back, “you can feel mine all you like.”
Her nipples were erect too, I could feel them boring into my back again, and her breath was coming hot and fast across my neck. I was keenly aware of the curve of her abdomen gracefully cupping my butt.
Suddenly, she pinched my left nipple between her forefinger and thumb. Not hard, but it did surprise me, and I yelped. Instantly her hands flew away. “Did I hurt you?” she cried, worried.
“No,” I breathed, and I grabbed her hands in my own and squashed them up against my chest. “That was very, very good.” I felt warm all over, and I was tingling in places other than my tits. “Keep doing it.”
She massaged and squeezed a little harder this time, occasionally pinching or rolling a nipple between her fingers. Once, she even grabbed them between her thumb and middle fingers, and, rolling them, twiddled the very tips with her forefingers.
“Mmm!” I moaned. My breaths were coming in gasps, now. “Keep this up and I might have to rub myself off.”
She froze. “You mean, like, masturbating?”
“Yeah,” I sighed. “Don’t you do it?”
“With my little brother in the next room? Are you kidding?” She wrapped her arms around my waist and gave me a squeeze. “I wouldn’t even know where to begin. But maybe this is a good place to stop.”
I whirled around, staring straight into her eyes, my breast heaving as I struggled to get enough oxygen into my lungs. “Do you want to stop?” I demanded.
Her gaze never wavered. “No.”
“Neither do I,” I said. And, because it felt like the right thing to do, I kissed her.
I should mention that I’d never kissed anyone before. Not like that. I’d gone out on a few dates with boys, to the movies, mostly, and I’d kissed a few of them. But not like I kissed Minda that night. I wanted it so bad. I crushed my lips onto hers, and, while she was surprised at first, she quickly began to return in kind. Our mouths opened at almost the same time, and our tongues flicked out, testing, tasting.
“Take your pants off,” I ordered. “I’ll show you what to do. Oh, look at that,” I said innocently, taking hold of her jeans as I remembered that she’d left them unbuttoned and unzipped this whole time. “You’ve done most of the work for me.” I jerked them down and they slid down her smooth Spanish legs.
“Amy!” she said with a rising inflection, surprised. “I’ve never seen you like this.”
“Yeah, well, you’ve never made me horny like this,” I shot back, peeling off her shirt. “Do you like it?”
I swear I saw her pupils dilate. “Oh, I like it,” she breathed. “I like it a lot.”
“Good,” I said, and we kissed again. “Now take the rest of your clothes off.”
“Only if you do, too,” she smiled.
“Deal.”
She undid her bra and dropped her thong while I slid out of my skirt and panties. If I’d been slightly less frantic to get myself off, I might have taken the time to study her naked body, which I was now finding so attractive. As it was, I only caught the briefest of glimpses of her caramel skin, small but pert breasts and the dark tuft of hair at the base of her belly before we had our arms around each other, lashing our tongues together and running our hands along each others’ bodies with abandon. I felt particular satisfaction in hearing her gasp in delight as I grabbed her ass cheeks. Hard.
“Sit on the bed with me,” I said, but my lips were touching hers the whole time so I doubt she understood the words. She understood the intent, however, and we both sunk carefully onto the edge of the mattress.
“Now, open your legs. Take your hand and put it on your pussy.”
She laughed a little. “Why Amy, I’ve never heard you use such language.”
“Fine,” I snarled. “Put your hand on your vagina. There, you happy?”
“Hope to be in a minute.”
I rolled my eyes and kissed her again. “Okay. Feel the lips?”
“Uh huh.”
“Spread them, and put a finger between them.” I followed my own instructions. “God, are you as wet as I am?”
“I’m pretty wet, yeah.”
I was getting hotter by the minute. “Do you feel that hard bump, near the top?” I waited for a moment, until I heard her sharp gasp and saw her jump a little. “That’s your clit,” I said, “That’s what you want to focus on.”
“Oh, wow,” she moaned.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?”
“Oh wow.”
We stayed just like that, eyes locked on each other (as best we could – I’d close mine every once and a while, I’m pretty sure she did too), one arm holding ourselves up behind us on the bed, the other hand’s fingers sliding between our vulva. I could feel the heat coming off her body, I saw her jerk spasmodically in response to what she was doing. It was the hottest thing I had ever experienced.
“Amy…” she whined. “Amy… I think…”
“That’s it,” I groaned, kissing her unresponsive lips. Her eyes were completely closed, now; she was lost in a world of ecstasy. “Keep going. You’re almost there.”
“Amy… Oh my God, Amy!”
“Just relax, just let it happen.”
She wasn’t forming words at this point, only incoherent, high-pitched squeals.
“Come on, Minda, do it…” I wanted to come. Very badly. But I wanted her to come more. Knowing that I was going to witness her first self-administered orgasm – possibly her first orgasm ever – made me very badly want to see it. I slowed down on my own stroking, not wanting to miss it.
Her hand was a blur. “Augh… augh!”
And then it happened. All at once, her face bunched up and she screamed. Her entire body arched and then spasmed violently, her high scream turning into a deep, primal, guttural groan as she flopped backwards onto the bed.
Seeing her come, even at my slowed pace, pushed me over the edge. I curled up into a tight ball around my hand, letting myself cry out in pleasure. Normally, I force myself to remain silent so that my mom won’t hear down the hall, but tonight, I let it out. It felt good. I made myself a promise that I would try to do it like that more often.
I fell backwards onto the bed, listening to the two of us breathing, me on my back, Minda mostly on her side, eyes closed.
“Oh my God,” she said after a while. “That was incredible.”
I just smiled at her. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.”
She raised herself up just enough to kiss me, long and deep. Her arms shook with exhaustion as she did this, and she dropped back onto the bed once she was finished.
We were too worn out after that to change into our night clothes, or even to get up to turn off the light. We fell asleep like that, lying the wrong way across my bed, naked and flushed with spent arousal, the scent of our wet, open sex in the air.
We were content, for now… but we still had another three days of our weekend to go.
Part II: Truth or Dare coming soon... -->
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