The two girls had been inseparable all throughout grammar school, junior high school, and high school, both graduating with honors in 1986. After that, they strayed from each other as Tally went back to Israel to reconnect with her father and complete her two years of service with the IDF. She spent the majority of her active military service riding a desk and never fired her weapon outside the training range. After discharge in early 1989, she returned to the United States and was accepted at UC Berkley, where she spent the next four years working on a bachelor’s degree in Computer Programming. After graduation, she began working on her master’s degree part-time while bouncing around through various entry-level programming positions in the Silicon Valley. Just a year ago she landed with a small start-up operation called Netscape and was finally making decent enough money in her chosen field. She and Neesh had kept in touch throughout all of this, talking on the phone frequently and, these days, embracing that new phenomenon known as email that was sweeping the nation. They tried to get together when they could, but usually this only meant once a year or so, maybe twice if they were lucky since both were still quite early in their respective careers. Tally’s flight in for the bachelorette party had been the first time the two of them had gotten together in eight months.
Apart from being mentally fascinated by Tally, Laura found herself physically fascinated by her as well. She was quite beautiful, as full-figured as Neesh but not as tall and not quite as well-endowed in the breast department, although her rack (as Jake would have termed it) was still considerably larger than Laura’s. Her skin was olive colored, her hair black, dark, and luxurious, her skin smooth and unblemished. Her body was tight and fit looking, though still quite feminine in appearance. And she had the cutest accent that Laura had ever heard. This fascination kicked up a few notches when Tally, who had told Laura earlier that she had a boyfriend back in Mountain View, made an allusion to an episode of ‘girl-time’ that had taken place during the bachelorette party.
“It was just like the good old days,” Tally said with a licentious smile.
“Maybe even a little better,” Neesh added, a grin of her own. “We’ve both had a little more practice at it since the last time we got together, haven’t we?”
Laura looked from one girl to the other, part of her wondering if they were really just talking about their friendship and not actually ... well... girl-time as Neesh defined it. Surely, they wouldn’t talk about it so blatantly in front of her, would they? Unless, of course, Tally already knew about the girl-time that she and Neesh had engaged in. But that was their secret! Neesh wouldn’t have told Tally about that, would she? Even though she was her best friend?
She would, Laura found out a moment later.
“So,” Tally said, casting her eyes upon Laura, the licentious look still on her face, “Neeshie tells me that you’re one to appreciate a little girl-time on occasion as well.”
Laura cast a startled look at Neesh, who at least had the decency to look a little embarrassed at her friend’s words. “Uh ... well...” she stammered, “if you mean getting together with the girls and ... you know ... going out and doing things ... uh ... yeah, I’m all for that.”
Tally giggled a little. She was, after all, on at least her third glass of white wine. “Doing things,” she said. “You’re right, Neeshie. She is so adorably cute.”
Laura cast her eyes back on the bride-to-be. “Neesh,” she hissed at her. “You didn’t tell her about ... about... that kind of girl-time, did you?”
“Uh ... I might’ve let it slip out,” Neesh admitted with a small giggle. She too was well into the wine.
“Neesh, that was private ... and personal!” Laura said.
“And fuckin’ hot too,” Tally said, licking her lips. “Doesn’t Neeshie have the softest, most suckable titties, Laura?”
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Laura said, blushing, indignant, angry enough to use a Jake-ism. But she was also starting to feel aroused—more aroused than she always was around Neesh.
“I’m sorry, Teach,” Neesh told her, actually sounding sincere. “I shouldn’t have told Tally about what you and I did, but Tally’s my best friend. We tell each other everything. Always have.”
“That’s right,” Tally said. “I know exactly how big Gordon’s cock is and that he has a bit of a foot fetish.”
“Tally!” Neesh barked. “That was privileged information. Forget she said that, Teach.”
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Laura said again.
“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” Neesh said. “Lots of girls are into girl-time. Trust me on this; I know.”
“I have no doubt that’s true,” Laura said, “but I’m Jake Kingsley’s wife. I have paparazzi who stalk me. I have entertainment reporters who dig into every detail of my life. Do you know what would happen if one of them found out that I’ve engaged in girl-time?”
“The same thing that would happen if they found out that I’ve done some girl-time,” Neesh said. “Remember, I’m Bigg G’s fiancé, will be his wife this time tomorrow. There are probably photographers and reporters watching this place right now.”
Laura had not considered that. She looked around nervously, suddenly wondering if one of the waitresses or cocktail girls was actually a reporter in disguise, or if someone had bribed one of the hosts to set up hidden cameras.
“Look, Laura,” said Tally, lowering her voice down. “Girl-time is between girls and it’s private; something that isn’t discussed unless one knows one is dealing with a like mind. I’m not going to tell anyone about you and Neeshie, or about me and Neeshie, or about anything else unless I know that person has as much to lose as I do. What happens between the girls stays between the girls. That’s the rule and neither one of us are going to break it. You think I want my bosses at Netscape to find out I like to suck a little clit on occasion? You think I want my advisor at school to find out? Or my boyfriend?”
“You just told me about G’s foot fetish,” Laura reminded her.
She dismissed this with a wave of her hand. “G’s not a girl,” she said. “That doesn’t count.”
“Uh ... it needs to count,” Neesh said sternly. “G would absolutely kill me if the entertainment press got wind of that.”
“I swear that Laura is the only one I’ve blurted that to,” Tally promised.
“Make sure she’s the last,” Neesh told her.
“You know it, Neeshie,” she promised. She then turned back to Laura. “Anyway, Teach ... can I call you Teach?”
“Sure,” Laura said.
“That’s such a cute nickname,” Tally said. “Anyway ... Neeshie and I have been having girl-time for years, with each other, with other like-minded girls, and we keep the secret. All of us. Girl-time is between the girls who do it and no one else gets to hear even a hint about it.”
“I certainly hope not,” Laura said softly, trying to hold onto her anger, but the arousal was creeping up, drowning it out, especially after what Tally had just casually mentioned. She swallowed. “Uh ... when you say you two have been having girl-time for years ... do you mean ... like ... like years years?”