We were like sisters. Our appearance being similar, we often swapped clothes. People often mistook us for sisters or at least cousins. Her tits were larger, tiny feet. She had a splash of freckles on her cheeks and over the nose. When she laughed her hazel eyes twinkled like she was Trouble. She liked being one step ahead. Smart and savvy, she taught me a lot about blending in. She was offended by my taste in music and my apathy for fashion. I preferred my dad's baggy shirts and Oldies.
Our first time was in a hotel room. She had professed her love for me a week prior and I got scared, avoided her for a few days. At the time I had a long-distance relationship with an internet friend. She reasoned it wasn't cheating if I returned her love while I wasn't getting any. She stated it was fair since he was across the world and I deserved real love. I avoided her again knowing I'd see her in a few days anyway for a planned weekend trip to an amusement park.
Our room had two queen-sized beds, shared with a mutual friend and his mother. My almost-clone showered first and when she was done, she tiptoed around in a towel barely big enough to cover her body and tried to cover her massive breasts. I only looked because I was surprised her nipples were small and the color of orange coral. I had seen her breasts before but not bare. She caught me staring and blushed. I hid in the bathroom.
I ran the water and tried to get her out of my mind. I didn't know how to handle her being in love. I'd known her for years. We were always seen together, constantly hanging out at each others' houses. An internet-relationship was valid. I was dating a real person. She didn't know anything about commitment or love! I fumed.
When I got out of the shower the towel wasn't large enough to wrap around my body. I didn't want to show her a scrap of flesh. I ended up grabbing both ends of the towel and edging sideways out of the bathroom using it like a shield to hide my nakedness.
"Oh for god's sake!" said the mother, who should not be here.
"Towel is too small." I was shy and embarrassed and my lesbian friend had hungry eyes. "Hold this!" I said to her, glaring at her in the hopes she wouldn't peek at me. Then I got dressed in pajamas as fast as I could. Not only was she peeking, she was ogling and tittering. I snatched the towel out of her hands and glowered at her.
"Good night! We're going on all the rides tomorrow!" said our friend. Then he promptly passed out.
His mother waved at us in annoyance and rolled over, showing us her back as she pulled the covers over them both.
Then it was just us awake, lying in the same bed and not touching. When she wriggled closer, I hurriedly put distance between us. She whined and tried to tug me back over to her side of the bed. "No. No no no."
"I just want to cuddle!" She hissed angrily and tugged harder.
We struggled in bed a bit before I gave in. I could never win against her. She had a way of getting what she wanted. It was a super power. I still haven't met anyone with her charisma and persistence. "Fine." I growled.
She snuggled happily on my chest and draped my arm around her. I frowned. Her head was on my breast plus she had me holding her like a guy. I tried to shove her face off me but she kept squirming back in place. I kicked the covers in frustration. "Stop! I can feel your mouth moving on my boob!"
"You can NOT!" She sat up in indignation. "I'm breathing! And laughing at your ass. Now lay back down. I need a pillow."
I was going to point out the hotel provided two pillows for each bed but there was a set to her chin that said: OBEY. I huffed and smacked my pillow around on the bed a few times before lying back down. "We need to sleep."
"GO TO SLEEP!" yelled the mother, who scared us shitless.
I scowled at my best friend and lay back down, this time my back to her--staring angrily at the mother's stupid head.
I felt her rustling behind me and stiffened, but she was only stretching. She tapped me on the shoulder after we heard the mother snoring loudly. "Are you mad at me?" She whispered, her voice full of hurt.
My shoulders slumped. "No..." Even if I was mad at her, I was never mad for long.
"Can we talk?"
I sighed and rolled over. She snuggled back into the crook of my arm and this time I held her close. She was warm and soft, her nightgown slippery and cool. "Are you mad I love you?"
I snorted. "No." I sounded petulant. "It's fine you love me. But I'm not in love with you. Doesn't that bother you?"
She clutched me tighter, her fingers digging into my ribs. "You could. And even if you don't, I'll still love you."
I tried to squirrel out of her grasp. "I have a boyfriend." I whispered sharply.
"Who will never touch you!" She raised her voice, pinning me with flashing eyes.
"So what. That's not why I'm with him."
"You're missing out."
I shrugged. As she settled into me, I realized her breast was touching mine, her cheek resting on my far shoulder.
"Is this okay? Am I too heavy?"
I grumbled but put my arm around her. "You're fine." She slid back anyway, choosing to lay her head under my chin instead. Her fingers tapped a melody on my stomach.
"Is it hard to love me?"
"I love you like a sister. You're my best friend. You're the easiest person for me to love."
"Then why don't you?"
I opened my mouth to retort when I felt her small hand grope my breast. She cupped it and I felt the barest brush over my nipple. I trapped her hand but just as I decided to remove it, her finger drew lazy circles around my nipple. I lifted my head to look at her face closely and though the room was dark, I saw her eyes shine with tears.
"I have a boyfriend." I reminded her gently.
"I don't care!" Her hand closed around my breast hard.
"I do." My breast ached, but I didn't move. I was afraid of hurting her feelings further.
She whipped up my shirt and quickly ducked her head under it.
"Argh!" I wrestled with her, trying to escape her hot mouth. She always got her way. "Dammit, off off off." I grabbed her head in my hands and attempted to wrench her off my breast. She moaned loudly and I went still, suddenly afraid the others would wake up and find us like this.
I pursed my lips and tapped my fingers against her head like a mad villain planning their next move.
She bit me, releasing my nipple long enough to whine. "You're so mean!"
"YOU'RE so mean!" I thrashed with her some more. Fighting had worked up a sweat and my flannel pajamas were radiating heat. I fell back on the bed panting. She wiggled out from under my shirt and gasped for air.
"I can't breathe!"
I glared at her, glad to hear it.
She started flapping the bottom of my shirt and making stupid 'woo-woo' noises. "Stop that!" I hissed, slapping her hand.
"Girls!" The mother yelled. This time she sat up in the bed, waving her arm or pointing her finger. Her silhouette was blurry without my glasses.
I caught her hand finally and we struggled in silence. When I captured her other hand my fists became manacles. Her gown was cut low and I could see her heaving cleavage.
We lay on our sides staring at each other. Her arms hung limply and she only looked back. I took a deep breath. I removed my hands and curled them under my pillow, bringing up my knees. She pantomimed my actions so our knees and elbows were touching. Her eyes were big and full. Breathing heavily through her mouth, rosebud lips quivering as her eyes pleaded. She pouted.
I carefully reached a hand up and brushed the hair from her face, tucking it behind an ear. I slid my hand back under the pillow. It seemed right to clasp her hand, her own closing around mine gratefully.
I opened my mouth to talk but she shook her head quickly, tossing her hair back in her face. I switched which hand held hers as I rearranged her hair with some patience. When I was done, I bumped my forehead to hers and smiled in relief when she tittered at the feline affection. Her fingers traced short lines on the back of my hand which tickled but I resolved to ignore the urge to itch. My brow furrowed and I was thinking hard on how to explain myself without it seeming like a rejection.
My eye was drawn to the shiny glistening of her tongue as it wet her lips. Now she looked like she was about to talk. The idea to kiss her initially was born from the desire to shut her up, to stop her from making any more declarations tonight. Her tongue darted in past my closed lips and then she kissed me with a tenderness that had me aching at the thought of breaking her heart. I didn't want to be another asshole in her life.
I closed my eyes giving in to the kiss. I remembered my boyfriend. I was sure I loved him. I was certain his lips weren't as soft. Her tongue delicately explored my mouth as if she feared I'd pull away again. Her hand however was crushing mine, nails digging in with pain I didn't mind. Shy fingers unbuttoned my top. The air conditioning chilled my skin. The shirt was pushed over my shoulder but she wasn't concerned with taking it off, pinning my arm against my side. I opened my eyes.
She was gazing at me.
I knew speaking would spoil the moment. She dipped her head, soundlessly asking a question as she peered intensely into my eyes. I inhaled her freshly showered hair. Then I frowned, unsure what she was getting at.
"May I?" Her voice was the tiniest whisper. She nodded again toward my bare breasts, her hand still on my arm.
(to be continued... I reached the character limit!)
Our first time was in a hotel room. She had professed her love for me a week prior and I got scared, avoided her for a few days. At the time I had a long-distance relationship with an internet friend. She reasoned it wasn't cheating if I returned her love while I wasn't getting any. She stated it was fair since he was across the world and I deserved real love. I avoided her again knowing I'd see her in a few days anyway for a planned weekend trip to an amusement park.
Our room had two queen-sized beds, shared with a mutual friend and his mother. My almost-clone showered first and when she was done, she tiptoed around in a towel barely big enough to cover her body and tried to cover her massive breasts. I only looked because I was surprised her nipples were small and the color of orange coral. I had seen her breasts before but not bare. She caught me staring and blushed. I hid in the bathroom.
I ran the water and tried to get her out of my mind. I didn't know how to handle her being in love. I'd known her for years. We were always seen together, constantly hanging out at each others' houses. An internet-relationship was valid. I was dating a real person. She didn't know anything about commitment or love! I fumed.
When I got out of the shower the towel wasn't large enough to wrap around my body. I didn't want to show her a scrap of flesh. I ended up grabbing both ends of the towel and edging sideways out of the bathroom using it like a shield to hide my nakedness.
"Oh for god's sake!" said the mother, who should not be here.
"Towel is too small." I was shy and embarrassed and my lesbian friend had hungry eyes. "Hold this!" I said to her, glaring at her in the hopes she wouldn't peek at me. Then I got dressed in pajamas as fast as I could. Not only was she peeking, she was ogling and tittering. I snatched the towel out of her hands and glowered at her.
"Good night! We're going on all the rides tomorrow!" said our friend. Then he promptly passed out.
His mother waved at us in annoyance and rolled over, showing us her back as she pulled the covers over them both.
Then it was just us awake, lying in the same bed and not touching. When she wriggled closer, I hurriedly put distance between us. She whined and tried to tug me back over to her side of the bed. "No. No no no."
"I just want to cuddle!" She hissed angrily and tugged harder.
We struggled in bed a bit before I gave in. I could never win against her. She had a way of getting what she wanted. It was a super power. I still haven't met anyone with her charisma and persistence. "Fine." I growled.
She snuggled happily on my chest and draped my arm around her. I frowned. Her head was on my breast plus she had me holding her like a guy. I tried to shove her face off me but she kept squirming back in place. I kicked the covers in frustration. "Stop! I can feel your mouth moving on my boob!"
"You can NOT!" She sat up in indignation. "I'm breathing! And laughing at your ass. Now lay back down. I need a pillow."
I was going to point out the hotel provided two pillows for each bed but there was a set to her chin that said: OBEY. I huffed and smacked my pillow around on the bed a few times before lying back down. "We need to sleep."
"GO TO SLEEP!" yelled the mother, who scared us shitless.
I scowled at my best friend and lay back down, this time my back to her--staring angrily at the mother's stupid head.
I felt her rustling behind me and stiffened, but she was only stretching. She tapped me on the shoulder after we heard the mother snoring loudly. "Are you mad at me?" She whispered, her voice full of hurt.
My shoulders slumped. "No..." Even if I was mad at her, I was never mad for long.
"Can we talk?"
I sighed and rolled over. She snuggled back into the crook of my arm and this time I held her close. She was warm and soft, her nightgown slippery and cool. "Are you mad I love you?"
I snorted. "No." I sounded petulant. "It's fine you love me. But I'm not in love with you. Doesn't that bother you?"
She clutched me tighter, her fingers digging into my ribs. "You could. And even if you don't, I'll still love you."
I tried to squirrel out of her grasp. "I have a boyfriend." I whispered sharply.
"Who will never touch you!" She raised her voice, pinning me with flashing eyes.
"So what. That's not why I'm with him."
"You're missing out."
I shrugged. As she settled into me, I realized her breast was touching mine, her cheek resting on my far shoulder.
"Is this okay? Am I too heavy?"
I grumbled but put my arm around her. "You're fine." She slid back anyway, choosing to lay her head under my chin instead. Her fingers tapped a melody on my stomach.
"Is it hard to love me?"
"I love you like a sister. You're my best friend. You're the easiest person for me to love."
"Then why don't you?"
I opened my mouth to retort when I felt her small hand grope my breast. She cupped it and I felt the barest brush over my nipple. I trapped her hand but just as I decided to remove it, her finger drew lazy circles around my nipple. I lifted my head to look at her face closely and though the room was dark, I saw her eyes shine with tears.
"I have a boyfriend." I reminded her gently.
"I don't care!" Her hand closed around my breast hard.
"I do." My breast ached, but I didn't move. I was afraid of hurting her feelings further.
She whipped up my shirt and quickly ducked her head under it.
"Argh!" I wrestled with her, trying to escape her hot mouth. She always got her way. "Dammit, off off off." I grabbed her head in my hands and attempted to wrench her off my breast. She moaned loudly and I went still, suddenly afraid the others would wake up and find us like this.
I pursed my lips and tapped my fingers against her head like a mad villain planning their next move.
She bit me, releasing my nipple long enough to whine. "You're so mean!"
"YOU'RE so mean!" I thrashed with her some more. Fighting had worked up a sweat and my flannel pajamas were radiating heat. I fell back on the bed panting. She wiggled out from under my shirt and gasped for air.
"I can't breathe!"
I glared at her, glad to hear it.
She started flapping the bottom of my shirt and making stupid 'woo-woo' noises. "Stop that!" I hissed, slapping her hand.
"Girls!" The mother yelled. This time she sat up in the bed, waving her arm or pointing her finger. Her silhouette was blurry without my glasses.
I caught her hand finally and we struggled in silence. When I captured her other hand my fists became manacles. Her gown was cut low and I could see her heaving cleavage.
We lay on our sides staring at each other. Her arms hung limply and she only looked back. I took a deep breath. I removed my hands and curled them under my pillow, bringing up my knees. She pantomimed my actions so our knees and elbows were touching. Her eyes were big and full. Breathing heavily through her mouth, rosebud lips quivering as her eyes pleaded. She pouted.
I carefully reached a hand up and brushed the hair from her face, tucking it behind an ear. I slid my hand back under the pillow. It seemed right to clasp her hand, her own closing around mine gratefully.
I opened my mouth to talk but she shook her head quickly, tossing her hair back in her face. I switched which hand held hers as I rearranged her hair with some patience. When I was done, I bumped my forehead to hers and smiled in relief when she tittered at the feline affection. Her fingers traced short lines on the back of my hand which tickled but I resolved to ignore the urge to itch. My brow furrowed and I was thinking hard on how to explain myself without it seeming like a rejection.
My eye was drawn to the shiny glistening of her tongue as it wet her lips. Now she looked like she was about to talk. The idea to kiss her initially was born from the desire to shut her up, to stop her from making any more declarations tonight. Her tongue darted in past my closed lips and then she kissed me with a tenderness that had me aching at the thought of breaking her heart. I didn't want to be another asshole in her life.
I closed my eyes giving in to the kiss. I remembered my boyfriend. I was sure I loved him. I was certain his lips weren't as soft. Her tongue delicately explored my mouth as if she feared I'd pull away again. Her hand however was crushing mine, nails digging in with pain I didn't mind. Shy fingers unbuttoned my top. The air conditioning chilled my skin. The shirt was pushed over my shoulder but she wasn't concerned with taking it off, pinning my arm against my side. I opened my eyes.
She was gazing at me.
I knew speaking would spoil the moment. She dipped her head, soundlessly asking a question as she peered intensely into my eyes. I inhaled her freshly showered hair. Then I frowned, unsure what she was getting at.
"May I?" Her voice was the tiniest whisper. She nodded again toward my bare breasts, her hand still on my arm.
(to be continued... I reached the character limit!)