What's a Video Between Friends? {darkest_fate & Tesslyn}

"Gah, you've got to be kidding me! This fucking sucks!" spat Lyndsey Brown as she looked through her mail. The pretty coed spat a few more curses, her hands trembling, moving as though she may crumple up the sheet of paper. Instead she opted to take a few short, panting breaths, mostly through gritted teeth, her hazel eyes rolling toward the ceiling, peering through a short fringe of jet black bangs.

The whole point of going away to college was to get away from the shit that they'd put up with back home. Yeah, she and Marcia had come from a poor neighborhood. Okay, so maybe not exactly poor, but their folks had been fretting and worrying about getting them into college for as long as Lyndsey could actually remember. Hell, it had even been a big deal when someone had actually bought the house next to Lyndsey's. She could still remember her family coming in and saying that the Ellis family had moved in next door. Then had been the shocking news that *gasp* the Ellis's were black.

Lyndsey hadn't given two fucks back when she'd been a pugnacious little girl. She'd marched right over and practically demanded that Marcia be her best friend so that they'd always have someone to hang out and play with. Lyndsey had almost immediately roped Marcia into most of her neighborhood shenanigans, and the two became well known throughout their neighborhood. Neither girl had a sister close to their age, so they essentially became like that for one another, supporting, sharing, even doing the whole blood swapping thing back when they were ten.

Puberty hadn't even separated the two. Both girls went different directions though: Marcia getting curves that made people go "damn" while Lyndsey retained a lean, mean body. At least Lyndsey still had noticeable breasts and a tight, firm ass. She had her share of dates back in high school, moreso than Marcia (though Lyndsey didn't know why as Marcia was damn fine; maybe it had something to do with Marcia breaking that dick's nose in that one time or something). Most of the boys had been okay. Kissing a boy had been okay. Losing her virginity had been okay. Frigging herself while sitting on top of a washing machine had been amazing, and of course she'd pushed Marcia into trying it too.

Yep, they were definitely tight, sister tight. And somehow they'd both managed to use their skills to get scholarships to the same university. It surprised absolutely no one when Lyndsey and Marcia literally moved in together. What was more surprising was that it actually worked, despite Lyndsey sort of letting herself go when it came to the whole "college experience" thing. They'd started by getting piercings on the same day: Marcia opting for her belly while Lyndsey got a barbell in her tongue. Then Lyndsey had been something of a party girl, often letting herself go. she didn't care much for alcohol but damn, was weed fun. Even more fun had been wheedling and pleading to get Marcia to finally try some.

Hence the letter. Lyndsey tapped her tongue ring against her teeth as she walked back, trying to figure out how to let Marcia know the news. She knew the other girl was waiting in their room, waiting. And now Lyndsey was opening the door, smiling.

"So.... remember how we sort of forgot last Saturday?" she asked sweetly, smiling and holding up the bill. "Turns out we were part of the group that trashed that frat house. But hey," she held up the bill with both hands, smiling, "at least we have the money to pay for the damages!"

Not so much the money for the trip they'd been planning for the past, oh, few years or anything. No, that money was now apparently tied up in repair costs. Hey, at least Marcia had been along this time... for the first time... ever.

Growing up living next door to Lindsey had been a godsend, Marcia’s own little sister was four years younger, and so at about the time that an girl her age wanted to out and about on the streets riding bikes, playing with friends and generally getting into mischief, her sister had still be drinking out of a sippy-cup.

It was no wonder then that the two of them had become so close, with Marcia in desperate need of a friend after moving to a town she didn’t know, and having someone the exact same age and an infectiously fun personality just one door away. They had stayed that way too much to Marcia’s delight, not growing apart as many young people did, but instead sharing so many first experiences together.

In fact, living at college now and sharing an apartment, the two of them were still getting together and trying out novel experiences… though, to tell the truth, trying weed was one such experience that Marcia wouldn’t have minded leaving unexplored. She didn’t judge Lindsey for having her own fun with it, after all, her friend wasn’t really all that impressed with alcohol, whereas she herself was always quite partial to a nice Piña colada at the local bar, or perhaps a margarita or two. Each of them had their different ways of relaxing and enjoying a party, and that was all there was to it.

At least, that was all there should have been. Eventually Marcia’s rather stubborn nature had made her give into what could only be described as a series of repeated dares from Lindsey, and she’d lit one up as well, only to find that weed definitely did not agree with her. She could barely even remember what had happened, though the feeling of panic and paranoia seemed to come back whenever she thought about it, and the memory of needing to ask her friend to take her home and cuddle for a little while to bring her down.

“You forgot” she pointed out with a dry tone “I on the other hand will remember to never try weed again”. Her eyes caught the bill then and Marcia’s mouth dropped open, okay, so yes in her haste to leave she had knocked over and broken a lamp-shade, but seriously?! “What the hell? They’re dividing the damage up equally between everyone who broke something?” The last thing that Marcia really could remember before her trip-gone-wrong was the fact that someone else had taken a trip… right through a single-glazed glass door. That person was paying the same as them, despite the fact she broke a ten dollar lamp?

Unfortunately there was little choice since that was just how these things worked. If you got a reputation for not paying what you owed, then you’d quickly find yourself not being invited to any more parties.

“Well… but … ugh, fine. What are we going to do about the break though? Don’t get me wrong, I love my family, but I wanted to spend at least a week not having to put up with them”.

Lyndsey rolled her eyes. "Well, it's not like they can go around and interview people. Pluuuuus there's the whole 'can't remember shit' thing," which made Lyndsey wonder if this wasn't the frat's way of getting back at them. She seemed to vaguely recall broken-nose guy being in this particular fraternity, and even if he wasn't, there was still the fact that neither Lyndsey nor Marcia had slept with any of the brothers. That alone would be a cardinal sin for these dickwads.

The slender girl had to wince at her friends comment. "Yeah, plus, like, we totally told them we weren't going home," she admitted. Lyndsey chewed her lip as she walked forward, setting the bill next to Marcia. It was tempting just to tear the damn thing up, if only for the catharsis such an action would bring. Instead the coed sat there, worrying her lip, trying to figure out what they could possibly do about break.

"We could stay here..." she ventured with about as much enthusiasm as she'd have suggested babysitting Marcia's kid sister. Lyndsey looked about the room for a bit, as if it would somehow jump out and suddenly look like the most awesome place in the entire world to spend a break. As she looked, Lyndsey's gaze fell on the laptop. Marcia's family had scrimped and saved to get the thing second hand, and then Lyndsey's family had opted to get a few accessories: the webcam perched atop being the major thing, along with a set of two microphones. They needed a decent cam and mic to actually talk to their family via Skype when they could.

But the setup would also be perfect for something else, something that Lyndsey had almost thought about before...

"We could..." she began, looking at Marcia and tilting her head to the comp, "you know. We're both, like, super hot. The moment we're all 'hot coeds making out' we'd get a fuckload of money pouring in. Fuck, we'd probably get enough not just for break but to get a damn good flight and some room service. Don't tell me you wouldn't love to lounge about like a queen for a week." Lyndsey punctuated the comment with a coy smile and a little poke to her friend's side. It was all just a suggestion to make money, of course, and not that Lyndsey sometimes found her eye roving over Marcia's sweet curves whenever the girl came back from a shower. Or when Marcia undressed. Or God, that cuddling session when they'd both been high, feeling all that soft, succulent flesh pressed against her...

Yeah, I'm at least Marcia-curious if not straight up bi.

“I could have just paid them for the lamp right then and there” the ebony girl muttered to herself, but she let the matter drop after that since lingering on it was not going to do anything except get the pair of roommates into a bad mood. In the end they had two choices really, either pay the bill despite it being extortionate and therefore continue to have a social life, or be able to go on holiday for a few weeks as planed but then treated like a leper upon her return.

To tell the truth, if not for Lindsey then it would have been an easy choice. Frat parties were a decent way to pass a night, but for a relatively reserved person such as Marcia they weren’t exactly an environment in which she could truly ever feel comfortable. Lindsey on the other hand seemed to breathe in the party atmosphere as if it were oxygen. That wasn’t to say that Marcia shy or demure by any stretch of the imagination, but her upbringing had left her with the impression that her hymen was worth more than a handful of drinks and a few mostly empty compliments from a horny college guy who would say just about anything to get into her pants.

So far in all her time at college she’d met two guys that she’d actually fallen for, and unfortunately neither of those encounters had panned out. The first guy had turned out to be gay, which actually explained why he’d been so comfortable and confident while talking to Marcia, which was what she’d liked about him. The second guy was best described as ‘definitely not gay’, as he had a bit of a reputation for sleeping around, but actually being pretty cool about it and treating girls well. He’d actually turned her down upon finding out that she was a virgin, saying that she deserved better than a one night stand for her first time. That had been sweet of him, frustrating, but sweet.

So those were the two reasons that decided Marcia, she couldn’t abandon her best friend to a dead social life, and she did not want to be the only girl other than the bible-club members who graduated as a virgin. It was clear from her face though that she did not relish the idea of spending the few weeks cooped up in this apartment, nor just sitting around at home with nothing to do except be pestered by her now 16 year old sister. Her mind too was just starting to dawn on the idea of starting to earn cash, when Lindsey spoke up.

Honestly she assumed it was a joke, and could help but laugh a little. She hadn’t connected what the other girl was saying to their camera yet, so she asked teasingly “What are we going to do, set up a booth and charge admission for guys to watch us make out?” The laughable thing was that it probably would have worked, but they’d never earn enough by the time it break rolled around. With the little poke she stood up and said “Besides…” then leaned in quickly and pressed a quick, chaste, closed lip kiss to her friend’s own lips, intentionally making a slight exaggerated sound.

She could feel her cheeks warming up as they parted, but that was exactly the point. “Feels weird, right? I’m not exactly fond of the idea of making out with a girl”. With a slight giggle for how silly the conversation was she added “but if it was going to be anyone, it would be you”.

Lyndsey was tempted to point out that Marcia hadn't exactly had enough of herself together to really pay for the lamp, but she didn't want to make a bad situation worse. So far the other girl hadn't done or said anything to point out that this was more Lyndsey's fault than her own. It had been Lyndsey's idea to get the drugs and then Lyndsey's idea to go to a party. Which was all at least partially why it was now Lyndsey who was desperately trying to come up with an idea that would get them some of the money back.

Though Marcia didn't seem to quite get it, actually thinking that Lyndsey was joking. Lyndsey didn't actually blame her for the last part: it was the sort of joke that Lyndsey would make. There was something entertaining about the idea of a kissing booth though, enough that it had Lyndsey giggle just before she felt a pair of lips brush her own. Soft lips, lips that came from a girl, a girl she knew and cared about and Lyndsey felt something stirring down below that only served to reconfirm her earlier suspicions.

It also might have egged Lyndsey on a little more. After all, college was about experimentation, right? Figuring out who you were and all that good stuff? Plus, Marcia looked freaking adorable all flushed and stuff. "Gee, thanks for the vote of confidence," Lyndsey drawled, rolling her eyes. "You'd be my number one choice for making out too. Aaaaaand," now Lyndsey got up, moving over to the laptop. She put her hand on it, turning to look at her friend. The other hand came up to gesture at the computer, as if to further indicate her point.

Though Lyndsey didn't want to leave anything up to chance, not this time: "We can just set the computer up to record it! We've already got an awesome webcam," she tapped the device, "courtesy of my 'rents, who would just love to know that their baby girl and her best friend are using it to make scandalous online videos," Lyndsey bounced her brows and grinned at Marcia, then turned to grab the mics. "And we've even got awesome mics so that the recording picks up every lip-smacking sound!" She then proceeded to smack her lips into the mics a few times as though she were sloppily making out with them.

Thus finished, Lyndsey grinned at her friend, holding the mics up and giving a little dance. "We could put on one hell of a show, Marcia," she insisted, the excitement creeping in. Yeah, they would be fucking rich after this. Two hot girls making out and selling the vid? Fucking bank.

With the response that her Lyndsey gave, Marcia couldn’t help but feel that something had been lost in translation. What she’d meant was that the other girl would be her first choice of make out partner if she were a lesbian… but from what Lyndsey herself had said it sounded more as if she hadn’t found it weird and actually meant that she’d enjoy making out… right here, right now. That was a notion that put a little knot of discomfort in the pit of her stomach to tell the truth, but no, they were best friends, if Lyndsey had a secret as big as the fact that she was into girls then Marcia figured that she would know that!

Her surety diminished rather quickly as once again the other girl went back to talking about how they could make money with this little scheme of hers, and the true scope of it really sank in when the webcam and making a movie was mentioned. That… that was actually an idea that could work, and with the prospect of being able to rekindlte their chances at a holiday on the table it was aslo a very tempting one. There was the exception of one minor detail though, or in Marcia’s opinion, one that wasn’t quite so minor.

“Lyn, you’ve watched porn right? Well, personally I’ve never watched any of the lesbian stuff, but I’m figuring that the girls do more than just kiss”. Too embarrassed to actually explain what she meant, she stuck out her tongue and gave it a little wiggle, hoping that Lyndsey would pick up on her meaning. To tell the truth, even with that concession in mind there was still some temptation. That vacation was calling to her like a siren, what was half an hour of slight discomfort compared to all that time relaxing in the sun?

Besides, this was Lyndsey… her best friend, and practically her shadow at times given how inseparable they were. Was kissing Lyndsey really the same as kissing a girl? It was kissing a friend, someone she could trust.

Looking over at the girl she’d grown up with, a girl who had grown into a very beautiful woman, Marcia had to admit that no, she couldn’t just think of this person as the girl she’d grown up with and come to love as a friend, the two of them were adults now. For that matter she’d just pointed out that they were going to have to go further than a kiss if they wanted to make a video of the kind Lyndsey was suggesting. “Well, could you honestly go through with that?” she asked cautiously, thinking that just maybe she herself could, if the price was right.

Lyndsey nearly snorted as Marcia asked if she'd watched porn. They'd actually watched some together, back when they'd been a lot younger. They'd each sneaked some from their parents' collections to see what was going on in there. They'd spent most of the night giggling away at how stupid and fake it all looked.

"Uh, yeah, you know I have," was what came out of Lyndsey, along with an eye roll. "And you do realize that they fake it all, right? Plus," Lyndsey waved a pointed finger between the two of them, "we're amateurs and real college coeds. People will pay the big bucks to see the two of us doing pretty well anything together."

At least, Lyndsey figured they would. She knew she definitely needed to sell it to Marcia. The other girl looked a helluva lot more reluctant than Lyndsey felt, but at the same time, even she would admit that they definitely needed some money if they were going to go on the trip. "We could just do a little more," Lyndsey said, adding a shrug. "Not like you've never masturbated before, right? What difference does it make if I'm the owner of the hand down your panties?"

Lyndsey wiggled a few fingers then took a few steps forward. She hesitated for a moment. "Uh, yeah, I could," she said, looking away for a moment to consider before nodding. "Definitely, if it was, like," she looked back at Marcia, flushing slightly, "with you and all. It's not like it would really count. We'd just be faking it to get some money, and we'd never tell anyone that it was actually us. C'mon, Marcia," Lyndsey said, taking a step forward, hands clasped together in pleading, "don't you want to have a totally awesome trip? We could get a couple thousand bucks easy with just one video! So we'd have to fake it. We've both done school plays and shit: it can't be that hard."

Though Lyndsey totally figured that she was going to take advantage of the situation. once her hand was down Marcia's panties, she didn't see the other girl protesting overmuch what it was actually doing. Lyndsey had been diddling girl parts since puberty after all, and she was pretty damn sure she knew what her friend would like.

Maybe porn back in the seventies and eighties had been faked, which is where it had gotten the whole reputation of being that way, but it didn’t seem to be that way anymore. With the advent of decent cameras, looser attitudes towards sex and a large increase in demand, the industry was a lot more real than Lyndsey seemed to assume. Hell, with the close up shots and zoomed in scenes, it was pretty obvious that the girls clearly did have those cocks inside of them, and you could see their labia move when the guy’s tongue touched them. That was real in Marcia’s estimation, even of the orgasms themselves were clearly fake.

Seeing her friend plead like that was just the final straw though, as even though Marcia clearly did see that there was a difference if it was someone else’s hands down her panties rather than her own she finally agreed. “Fine” she relented with a sigh “One video, and a holiday fit for royalty”. As she said that latter part her excitement at the holiday flared up, making the whole decision seem less than it actually was, right until she remembered something that Lyndsey had said.

She hated to be the one to point it out, but being an amateur was both a blessing and a curse in that regard. “We can’t fake it Lyn” she pointed out “sure the amateurs get paid well, but that’s what they’re doing is actually real. If we’re amateur and faking as well as that, and I assume a porn director will know if we are, then we’ll probably be lucky to get any cash at all”. Sighing she explained “if we’re going to do it, then let’s do it right. One time, and make sure that the authenticity can’t be doubted, that way we know that we’ll get paid, and it won’t all be for nothing”.

Trying to establish some boundaries, now with the excitement of a vacation providing less of a buffer than she could have hoped for, Marcia suggested. “So, we make out, strip, and then you…” she made a vague gesture down between her own legs, clearly not being fully comfortable actually putting a name to the deed.

Lyndsey let out a little squee of happiness as Marcia relented with that one word. "One video," she repeated, holding up a finger. "That's all we'll need anyway," she was almost certain about that. It wasn't like they were trying to make a living or become porn stars or anything like that. They just needed to get enough cash on hand to have a kickass holiday, simple as that.

Though Marcia was already poking holes in Lyndsey's original plan. Lyndsey actually smiled at that, even letting out a giggle. "you know, if you wanted me to diddle you, you just had to say so," she said teasingly, again leaning over to give her friend a slight poke on the side. Now that Marcia had essentially said that they had to do that, Lyndsey was definitely eager to get it started. Marcia was already thinking up all the details, which Lyndsey supposed made sense and all. She just wanted to get the camera rolling and smash her lips on her friend already.

Another little giggle came out as Marcia gestured and avoided the subject yet again. "We make out, strip each other," Lyndsey pointed between both of them to make that clear, "and then I reach down your panties and finger you until you cum." All the while Lyndsey had a devilish smile on her face, even ending by licking her lips slightly. Lyndsey then studied Marcia again for several long seconds, drawing her eyes down her friend's body. She already had a good idea of what they should wear: the party had these dumb ass shirts that said "Property of" with the frat name following. They slip those on and a pair of boxers with their school's logo on it. Nothing that would really pin them down in particular, but definitely enough to give the boys doing this to them a big old finger and to pretty well shout to anyone watching that they were authentic college girls. Because they both knew that was going to be their major selling point: "real life college friends fingering each other for the first time."

Yeah, that part definitely shouldn't be simulated, especially as Lyndsey was fairly confident in what her fingers would do to Marcia (not that she'd ever really been thinking of simulating it anyway; she just needed Marcia to come to that conclusion on her own). "So," Lyndsey said, tossing her hair, "you want to do this now, like, before you chicken out?" she half-smiled and raised a brow at that. "Or do you think we should practice the making out part a bit to make that look natural? 'cuz we probably want the camera to capture the look on that pretty face of yours when you've got another girl's hand down your panties for the first time," she wiggled a finger at Marcia, grinning, "but we could at least make sure that we're comfortable with the kissing and stuff first. Or we could just turn it on if you're worried that you're going to overthink this. I even know what we should change into."

At that, Lyndsey had to wink and grin. The intent was obvious: she was going to end up making out with her friend one way or the other. And if Marcia thought that Lyndsey's hands would remain tame while their tongues danced then she didn't know her friend all that well. Even better would be agreeing to just go ahead...

Her friend’s mood was definitely contagious, and hearing how excited Lyndsey was getting Marcia couldn’t help but smile, even the thought of a holiday in a sun-soaked paradise even managing to seem warmer than the very real warmth in her cheeks. She wasn’t exactly eager to have another woman play with her body, even if it was Lyndsey, but the promised reward made her more than willing enough to accept it and actually forgetting a little how uncomfortable it would probably make her feel.

With the brunette wiggling a finger at her though, likely the one that was going to be used, and teasing that Marcia was trying to get herself into this situation the ebony girl gave her eyes a roll, before giving Lyndsey a swat on her behind in exchange for the poke. It wasn’t something she would have done usually, but while she was a virgin Marcia wasn’t really very naïve. She knew that while they were making out she would probably have to touch her friend’s body, after all, she had kissed before and knew that it would be weird if she just kept her hands by her sides. There was a little comfort in that, she could probably have a little fun of her own by trying to get revenge and make Lyn feel awkward too.

Then again, from the way that the other girl had acted so far, it didn’t seem that she was exactly reticent when it came to this whole idea of hers. She’d been the one to initially suggest it after all and she hadn’t been outwardly very bothered by the fact that she was going to be finger-fucking her best friend on camera, but at the same time Lyndsey had suggested that they fake some of it, so perhaps she wasn’t as eager or sure as she made herself out to be. Either way, when cumming was mentioned Marcia knew that she was going to have to fake that part at least, but she left it unsaid, better that her friend thought it was real, then her reaction would be more believable.

That was when Lyndsey brought up making out in order to practice. Marcia always had been a little hot-headed when it came to dares or people questioning her nerve, and today was no different as Lyndsey casually suggested that she might chicken out. “We’ll practice” the dark-skinned girl announced, not letting a hint of the doubt she felt seep into her voice. “And, I think we should do it with only our underwear on” she added, not wanting to outdone. “So that we don’t get all blushy and uncomfortable when we undress each other later”.

Trying to get a little revenge on Lyndsey for the comment, Marcia sat down on the nearby chair and gestured for her to start stripping before folding her arms, quite pointedly sitting there and watching as if it were a show. In her mind it was bound to make Lyn feel a little uncomfortable being watched in that way, putting them back on a level playingfield.

Lyndsey's grin widened as Marcia agreed to practice. "Great, we'll just--" she began, stepping forward. The addition made her stop to look to Marcia though. Had her friend just...? Dammit: Marcia was trying to turn this into some sort of game of chicken, wasn't she? Okay, yeah, technically Lyndsey had done that first, and she definitely had the advantage of sort of kinda wanting to kiss her best friend for reasons that didn't have to do with getting more money in the bank, but still. Lyndsey could obviously tell what Marcia was trying to do here, even down to the gesturing.

Great, she wanted a show. Lyndsey actually found herself flushing, though not entirely for reasons that Marcia would think. Part of her was almost too excited at the prospect of stripping down to do this, and it wasn't like she could entirely keep her excitement to herself. Marcia was sure to notice if Lyndsey had a wet spot developing on her panties after all, and that would make things incredibly awkward. Already Lyndsey was trying to figure out how to explain to her best friend why she looked turned on. Just mentioning it had already gotten her nipples to stiffen slightly, stupid things.

Plus there was the very simple fact that Lyndsey knew damn well she wasn't wearing sexy underwear. It wasn't like she'd expected to strip down and make out with someone unbelievably sexy today or anything like that. She didn't even think that her underwear matched. Most days the qualification was "is it still dirty" and "does it pinch?" Not that Lyndsey didn't have a decent collection of thongs, but again: she hadn't exactly expected anyone to check out her butt today.

"Fine," she said, nodding. She reached down to her t-shirt, "but I swear if you make fun of me I'm going to punch you right in one of your oversized boobs or something," Lyndsey gave her friend one last look before pulling the shirt up and over. As she'd worried, she wore only a simple red and green plaid, cotton bra underneath, the sort of thing you'd find at pretty well any department store. It kept her perky breasts up and tucked, though it didn't do anything to make the B's look any bigger than they were. As Lyndsey had also worried, two little peaks were starting to show. She pretended like she didn't see and extended her arms out to her friend.

"Ta da!" she said semi-sarcastically, smiling. "The latest in Wal-Mart's comfortable you line," she was only half-joking. Her hands fell the waistband of her sweatpants, and she worked those down too. As she'd feared: she wore a pair of black and white striped boy shorts. Flushing slightly, Lyndsey pulled at her undergarments, looking up at her friend. "Clearly dressing in the dark is the new sexy," she said, wishing that she'd at least had the good sense to step into a bathroom or something. On the plus side, she'd soon get to see Marcia stripping, so she had that to look forward to.

Marcia was actually feeling quite self-satisfied as the other girl took a turn at blushing, feeling that she’d managed to get what she wanted quite easily, though blissfully unaware of the true reason for the pink tinge in Lyndsey’s cheeks. It might have seemed a little petty on the ebony girl’s part to try and achieve this, but Lyndsey had been right about something she’d said earlier. Awkwardness on camera was not going to improve their pay at all, so it was better that they see each other at least partially undressed before this whole thing started.

She mouthed the world ‘Jealous’ teasingly at Lyn as her boobs were called oversized, but she knew that wasn’t really the case, or at least not to any great extent. The brunette’s bust suited her slim figure well, if her chest was as full as Marcia’s then she’d probably have looked like something out of a cartoon, or someone who had been given an over-the-top enhancement surgery. The joke somewhat spoiled her air of superiority as she was supposed to sit and watch though, so Marcia adopted her interested and expectant expression once more.

As Lyndsey undressed Marcia found herself wanting to pull her eyes away at times, she’d been in locker rooms enough times that casual nudity just didn’t bother her, but sitting and looking right at another woman as she stripped down was another matter entirely. Curiosity got the better of her though, and more than once she found her eyes tracing over the other girl’s exposed curves. Lyn needn’t have worried about her underwear, with a body like hers she could have been wearing a pair of neon-pink leopard spotted long-johns and still looked good.

“They should ask you to model for them” the ebony girl suggested her voice amused but not really mocking. It was just her way of letting her friend know that she looked good, without having to actually admit it. “My turn then I guess?” she added with a slight nervous chuckle, knowing that she’d have to do it since Lyndsey had or be seen as chicken out of the two of them for the next week or so.

She started with the button on her jeans, then unzipped the fly and shimmied out of them to show a pair of black lo-rise briefs, comfortable, but not decorated or meant for appearances. Her top followed to reveal a black bra, so at least Marcia had the benefit of the two matching. It was a slightly padded bra however, and so she shrugged and murmured “I like to be looked at, a little padding never hurt anyone”. Standing there mostly naked now, the differences between their bodies were more obvious than ever, but both of them would be able to get pretty much any guy they wanted, and they knew it.

Marcia's comment drew a semi-nervous giggle out of Lyndsey. She knew it was just her friend being nice, well, okay, maybe not just. Lyndsey was fairly hot and she didn't see any reason to pretend like she wasn't. She knew that Marcia knew too. Though right now, Lyndsey was much more focused on "Marcia's turn." she nodded, then moved to sit on her bed, legs crossed while she watched her friend.

Jeans first? Lyndsey tried not to look overly eager as she looked down, curious as to what her friend had put on underneath. They looked comfortable, but they were definitely a black pair. "You know they say black panties means you want someone to look," she said teasingly, sticking her tongue out a little at her friend. She was actually trying to make this lighter, to relax Marcia a little. Though the curvier girl didn't seem to have any issues removing her top at all.

Lyndsey's eyes fell upon those breasts as though they were laser guided. They even widened, though only a little. The two had gone swimming together for, like, ever, so it wasn't like this was the first time Lyndsey had ever seen Marcia's admittedly impressive bust. Still that was just them being innocent and getting ready to get wet in ways that did not involve their bodies touching all that often.

"You are fucking hot, girl," she said, nodding. "If I had boobs like that, I'd wear padding too." Again, to make Marcia feel a bit better. Lyndsey nodded once more, patting the bed this time and rubbing it in slow circles. "So, like, how you want to do this? You want to get on a bed?" Gawd, that would be hot. "Or you want to do it standing up or--oh!" Lyndsey popped up, nodded, and then scurried over to the door. She made certain it was closed and locked, tapping it when she was finished.

Another giggle left and she turned to her friend. "Maybe we should put a hanger on it?" she said jokingly, grinning and bouncing her brows a few times in a manner that could only be taken as suggestive.

To tell the truth Marcia wouldn’t have minded someone getting a look at her in her underwear, providing it was the right person of course. The teasing comment made her laugh as a result, as of all the people she’d assumed might be taking a peak today she hadn’t figured that it might be Lyn. Her reason for wearing black was simple though, a lot of white women wore light colors because it suited their skin tone, which she figured was why made of the cheap brands mostly made white. Her darker tone seemed to suit darker underwear better, so naturally she wore it most days.

It was true that she did find stripping easier than watching someone else do so, though now that she was actually down to bra and panties that brought the two of them back to what they had agreed on in the first place, making out to practice before they tried to make a movie. The compliments brought the blush right back, and Marcia teased “if you had boobs like mine you’d look like Jessica Rabbit”.

With the pat on the bed and her friend already sitting there the ebony girl sat herself down, then listened to what Lyndsey had to say. Standing up would be less intimate, and while they might have been a good thing from Marcia’s point of view, it likely would not be from the person who was going to be paying them for the movie. There was also the risk of them accidentally moving out of the camera’s view if they were standing, and Marcia did not want to go through all of this only to discover that the only thing that had been captured was a blank bit of wall.

“On the bed” she voiced out loud, only to have Lyndsey stand up straight away and go to the door. That made Marcia cringe, she should have thought about locking it herself. She rolled her eyes at the mention of a hanger though “Yeah, because I’m just sure it would be great for us both of people thought that we were fucking each other” she retorted. If Marcia hadn’t known better she’d have said that her friend was trying to delay now, going through a series of questions, making jokes and teasing rather than actually doing what they had agreed to do. “Cold feet?” she asked out loud, for once thinking that of Lyndsey admitted that she did want to back down that there would be no teasing.

The Jessica Rabbit comment, and the image that came with it, had Lyndsey letting out another laugh. Soon enough she was nodding along too: yeah, that definitely wouldn't look right. Sure, it didn't make her that much less jealous of Marcia's incredible curves compared to her own white girl tomboy booty, but at least it made it a little better. Marcia really just made everything better, which was why Lyndsey loved spending so much time with her best friend.

On the bed: another nod came from Lyndsey at that. Of course she was still going to lock the door. She was pretty sure that she could handle the rumors and whatnot, again: she was probably bicurious at the least, but she didn't want to damage Marcia's reputation or have to put up with that bullshit. At least, she didn't want to quite yet. Maybe later. Lyndsey really just wanted her friend as comfortable as possible, and to maybe make it seem like she wasn't super excited about the whole affair.

"Cold feet?" she had to repeat at Marcia's tease. Lyndsey smiled wide, slowly sauntering forward. She let her hips roll with each movement, undulating in a way that probably brought the Jessica Rabbit image back to mind. Lyndsey's lean body swayed with just the right amount of swing, the walk of someone who was determined to seduce.

Then she pulled up in front of Marcia, looking at her friend. Lyndsey smiled, leaning forward. Her hands went up to circle about Marcia's neck, fingers going to play with the hair. She stopped for a moment to brush any loose strands out of that pretty face. Lyndsey's own face lowered so their eyes were level. then she leaned forward.

Lyndsey's lips gently pressed against her best friends. It wasn't a full on assault or delving into it. It was gentle, asking if this was okay, showing that she was willing to go forward, coaxing Marcia to move along, to kiss back. Lyndsey's lips moved with a soft, gentle pressing, as though through lip contact alone she could make Marcia want to start kissing her, want, perhaps, to want her. The mouth didn't open; the tongue didn't move; just soft lips gently pressing and moving and coaxing a reaction.

"What do you think?" she breathed in between, her lips hovering mere inches from her friend, her eyes a mixture of that teasing smile that she'd had throughout most of this and just a touch of lust and mischievous want.