"What are you doing?" Stacy had returned with the two glasses and the bottle of scotch.
"I’m just g-going to open the window," Ashley answered, stammering slightly in an effort to enunciate the words. The scotch was really affecting her. She took a deep breath. "It’s hot in here." Her upper lip was damp with perspiration.
"I know," Stacy agreed. She put the glasses down on the table and poured two more stiff drinks. "But you can’t open the window." She too was being careful not to slur her words. "My dad gets pissed off about wasted heat during the winter." She crossed the room and handed the full glass to Ashley. "He’s kinda weird about stuff like that." She shrugged her shoulders apologetically.
"But, it’s fucking hot in here," Ashley whined, accepting the glass. "I’m, like, melting." She swallowed a large mouthful of scotch.
Stacy appeared to think for a moment, and then put down her glass and began unbuttoning her blouse.
"Take your sweater off then." In a moment, she was stripped down to her bra. Ashley hesitated for a second, but then put the drink down on a side table and slipped her pink sweater up over her head, exposing large breasts barely constrained by a bra. She pulled the sweater free of her head and shook loose her hair (partly destroying carefully constructed bun on the back of her head) just in time to see Stacy unclip and remove her bra.
"Stacy!"
Ashley was a little embarrassed. They had seen each other naked often enough before and after gym class at school, but not like this. It seemed different, somehow, to be standing naked like this in Stacy’s bedroom, slightly drunk. Still… it was quite hot… and the bra strap got more than a little itchy when she sweated… Why not? Shrugging her shoulders, Ashley followed suit, slipping the straps of her bra off her shoulders and unfastening the bra, revealing her own breasts.
Gary peered intently through the slats on the closet door as Ashley’s large, firm breasts popped free of confinement and into view. Impressed, he brought his still camera up and snapped a quick shot, making certain that Stacy, also topless, was in the picture. It was almost time to start running the video camera. As he took the picture, he felt a gentle shove from behind.
"Let me see," Neil whispered, trying to look over Gary’s shoulder and around the tripod. Gary pushed him back, frowning. He brought a finger up to his lips, gesturing angrily for silence. Did Neil want to fuck it up for everyone? Gary pointed towards the floor of the closet, where Karen sat in patient silence. Neil looked like he wanted to argue the point, but gave in and sat down, sulking.
Gary turned back to the action in the bedroom.
"Here, I’ll put that away." Stacy reached over for the sweater and bra, "accidentally" brushing the back of her hand across Ashley’s tits. Ashley flinched slightly, but handed over the clothing without comment. She watched as her friend hung them on a hook on the back of the door.
"Thanks."
"No problem." Stacy padded back across the room towards the tall brunette. She crossed in front of her - once again brushing against Ashley’s breasts - and picked up her friend’s glass. "Here’s your drink."
As Stacy walked across the room, Ashley couldn’t help but notice how sleek and fit Stacy looked. Secretly, Ashley wished that she had that kind of body - thin, muscular thighs, tight stomach and smallish, firm breasts. Ashley, on the other hand, was more lush in form, although her large breasts were firm enough to stand up on their own without the aid of a bra. She knew she was beautiful - indeed, she took if for granted - but she still admired her friend’s physique. If only…
She was surprised to find her nipples hardening as she watched Stacy. Suddenly embarrassed and shy, she turned away and crossed her arms in front of her breasts, taking a large sip of the scotch. She quickly regained her composure, and the two girls, now topless, resumed their former positions and continued the conversation. They carried on talking for another half hour or so, with the conversation becoming more and more disjointed as the drugs took their affect. Eventually, Stacy asked Ashley to bring the now half-empty bottle to her on the bed. Ashley complied, moving carefully in order to compensate for the lack of co-ordination brought about by the alcohol, but when she tried to move away after handing over the bottle, Stacy gestured for her to lie down beside her on the bed.
"What?" Ashley’s head was spinning slightly.
"Just lie down," Stacy told her soothingly. "Relax. I think the booze is hitting us harder than we expected."
Ashley couldn’t argue with that. They were only on their fourth drink (or was it the fifth?), and she was feeling a curious dislocation, almost like she was looking at events through a long tunnel - as if her mind was somehow dislocated from her body. At the same time, however, her nerves seemed heightened and more sensitive and there was a curious tingle in the base of her stomach. Better lie down, she thought, and allowed Stacy to help her down on the bed. Stacy’s hands felt cool and dry against her hot skin. They felt good. That’s better, she told herself, stretching out with her arms by her sides. By now, her bun had become unfastened, and her long, brown hair spread out on the pillow behind her head. She closed her eyes and relaxed.
A few seconds later, however, she felt a movement on the bed beside her. Opening her eyes, she noticed that Stacy was half sitting up, looking down at her with a funny expression on her face. Ashley, suddenly worried, tried to sit up, but Stacy put her hands on her friend’s shoulders and pushed her back down. "Relax," she murmured, almost whispering. "Just lie there." Her strong hands began to rub Ashley’s naked shoulders. After a moment, Ashley complied, lying back and enjoying the sensation of having her shoulders massaged. It felt so good…
It felt even better a few seconds later, as Stacy slowly moved her hands downward across the top of Ashley’s chest and then down onto her breasts. Ashley instinctively tensed and tried to jerk away, but once again Stacy calmed her down with a few whispered words. Ashley relaxed again, closing her eyes, as Stacy gently rubbed her large breasts, paying particular attention to her now-hard nipples.
Showtime!
Gary had clicked the "play" button on the video camera as soon as Stacy had begun fondling Ashley’s shoulders. Things were getting hot out there! After checking the viewfinder to make certain nothing was being missed, he lifted the still camera and began snapping shots as Stacy moved her hands downward towards Ashley’s tits.
With any luck, Sharon was also getting some good material from her place in the small closet.
Eventually, Ashley began to moan quietly with pleasure. The moans grew louder as she felt a new sensation on her now ultra-sensitive nipples. She opened her eyes to see that Stacy had bent over her and was licking her nipples with a small, pink tongue which darted in and out of her mouth. Fully aroused, Ashley brought up her hands and began to run her fingers through Stacy’s blonde hair; her beautiful blonde hair. Her hands stayed there as Stacy slowly licked her way up along Ashley’s throat and, finally, to her face. After a brief moment of hesitation, the two girls kissed each other full on the lips. The kiss seemed to last a long, glorious lifetime, as their tongues entwined, broke free and then joined again.