“Well ... yeah,” Neesh said. “Years years.” She looked at her friend. “Since what, Tally? Since we were like fourteen, right?”
“That depends on how you define actual girl-time,” Tally said.
“What do you mean?” Laura asked.
“Well, when we were like twelve or so,” Tally said, “we used to take off our shirts and compare boobs with each other. We didn’t have much in the way of boobs then, of course, but as they started to grow bigger, we’d ... you know ... take turns feeling each other ... just to see what the other was like.”
“Right,” Neesh said, laughing at the memory. “That wasn’t really ... you know ... sexual back then. I’m sure lots of girls who didn’t later get into girl-time did stuff like that.”
“It did feel good though,” Tally said. “Remember? We used to pinch each other’s nipples until they got hard and then laugh about it.”
“I remember,” Neesh said nostalgically.
“But yeah, we were about fourteen when we really started getting naughty with each other,” Tally said.
“Getting naughty, huh?” Laura asked, trying to sound casual. “What do you mean?”
Neither Tally nor Neesh was fooled.
“Are you sure you want to hear about this, Teach?” Neesh asked. “You don’t do girl-time anymore, remember?”
“Well ... I may not do it anymore,” Laura said, “but this is ... you know ... kind of interesting.”
“Kind of interesting?” Tally asked knowingly. “Is that why your nipples are hard?”
Laura looked down and saw that her nipples were indeed sticking out quite prominently. She felt her blush rise. “It’s a little chilly in here,” she said weakly.
Neesh laughed. “Of course,” she said, shaking her head a little. “Well, ironically enough, it was back when we started really getting into boys when it started. We didn’t have any experience with them. We weren’t allowed to date boys yet and most of the boys didn’t want anything to do with us anyway. Not that we weren’t attractive—on the contrary, we were both smokin’ hot back then—but because all the boys at our school were white and came from these hoity-toity families and couldn’t just start dating a half-breed nigger or an Israeli Jew. I’m sure they wanted a piece of our action, but they weren’t gonna be seen courting us, that’s for damn sure.”
“Boy, did they miss out on a couple of horny girls,” Tally said.
“Goddamn right,” Neesh agreed. “Anyway, we were both really curious about the whole boy and girl thing and neither of us had ever been kissed before and we knew there was this thing called French kissing, where you put your tongues in each other’s mouths, so ... well ... we decided to try it with each other one night when we were having a sleepover at Tally’s house.”
“That was quite a night,” Tally said fondly.
“Yes, it was,” Neesh said, reaching over and giving her friend’s leg a brief squeeze. She turned back to Laura. “We were pretty awkward at first, just lip kissing and giggling a lot. But then when we started to try the French kissing ... it got kind of hot.”
“Oh yeah,” Tally said with a sigh.
“We ended up making out for almost an hour,” Neesh said. “And I’m talking tongue-swirling, drooling on each other, lip sucking, hair stroking, hot making out. We pretended like we were just practicing, like it was just an educational thing, a rehearsal for the real deal, but we weren’t just practicing. I remember to this day how hot I got kissing on her like that.”
“Yeah,” Tally agreed, her own nipples now poking out against her shirt. “And we were rubbing our boobs together and pretending that was accidental too.”
“Wow,” Laura heard herself whisper. She could feel the juices flowing freely between her legs now and she had to resist the urge to rub her thighs together. “And then what happened?”
“Nothing,” Neesh said.
“Nothing?” Laura asked, disappointed.
“We were fourteen,” Neesh said. “And it was our first time. We didn’t know there was anything beyond just kissing. We made out for a while and then we started doing something else that fourteen-year-old girls on a sleepover do.”
“Looking at teen magazines or some shit like that,” Tally said sadly. “Damn, Neeshie. If we knew then what we knew now.”
“I feel you, girlfriend,” Neesh said. “When I woke up the next morning, my pussy was still wet.”
“That’s crazy,” Laura said, her head filled with visions of the two teenagers making out. It was not an unpleasant image. “When did you start doing ... uh ... other things?”
Tally smiled at her. “It was a while before we worked our way up to full-on girl-time as it exists today,” she said. “You see, back then we didn’t know that what we had done was ... well ... maybe not exactly normal, but not that unusual. Remember, this was the early eighties, the start of the AIDS crisis and the height of homophobia. We were brought up to be good girls and good girls didn’t do things like that. Or so we thought, anyway.”
“That’s right,” Neesh said. “We didn’t even really talk about it to each other, not at first. But whenever we would have a sleepover at one of our houses, or when we were alone in the house after school or in the summer, one of us would suggest that we practice our kissing again. That’s what we called it for the longest time. ‘Tally, you want to practice our kissing again?’ I’d ask. And Tally would pretend to think it over for a few seconds and then just kind of shrug and go: ‘Yeah, I guess so. This show is a rerun anyway’. And then we’d go cuddle up in my bed or her bed or on the couch if we were home alone, and we’d go to town on each other, hands all rubbing up and down, tongues in mouths, boobs rubbing together. That went on for ... what? At least a year, right?”
“At least,” Tally said. “And then one night—it was at Neeshie’s place and her parents were out for dinner—I upped the ante a little.”
“Another good night,” Neesh said with a sexy sigh and a smile.
“It was,” Tally agreed. “I asked her if she ever wondered what it was like to have her boobs sucked.”
“And it turned out I had been wondering that,” Neesh said.
“Wow,” Laura whispered again. This time she could not resist rubbing her thighs together a few times.
“We spent a few hours sucking on each other’s boobs,” Tally said. “We did it so much that I could barely wear my bra the next morning because my nipples were raw. After that, ‘practicing our kissing’ expanded to include boob sucking as well.”
“And we started to do it more often too,” Neesh said.
“Oh yeah,” Tally concurred. “Pretty much at every opportunity. My stepdad almost caught us once when he came home from the office early. We were on the couch with our shirts and bras off, taking turns sucking nipples and alternating that with making out, when the garage door opened and we heard him coming in.”
“Oh my God!” Laura said. “What did you do?”
“Neesh thought fast,” Tally said. “She pulled a blanket over us and then stuffed our clothes in with us. He came in and gave us a strange look because we were bundled up under a blanket watching MTV in the middle of the afternoon, but we told him we were cold and he just kind of shrugged and went upstairs. We got dressed fast as soon as we heard his door close.”
“I bet,” Laura said, her eyes shining. “What do you think he would have done if he had caught you?”
“I don’t even like to think about that,” Tally said. “He’s a good enough guy. I love him and he loves me, and we’ve always had a decent stepdaughter/stepdad relationship, but he’s got a pretty good stick up his ass when it comes to things like sex and homosexuality.”