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Girl's Fun in the Sun (Prince x Javorcek)

Sammie almost accepted Lena's offer and jumped up to run to the bathroom. She was so horny and ready to cum that it was tempting, but something held her back. She didn't want to necessarily have sex with Lena right now, or even kiss her friend sexually. Drunk as she was, she knew the baggage of that after this emotional night would be too big to deal with. But, her pulse quickened as her eyes went down her sexy friend's long body, maybe they could have some fun in the same room without touching each other?

"Hmmm... I would normally go hide," she said and felt her cheeks color slightly. "But I'm already playing with myself right now." She let her eyes drop the hand she had clamped between her thighs. She opened her thighs slightly and let Lena see her fingertips fluttering slightly on her bare mound, before she snapped her thighs closed again.

"Don't get up... why don't we just do it right here?" she asked, voice getting husky as the proposition was floated. "I mean, come on, it's not like we haven't seen each other naked already? You just told me you liked my breasts, let's just do it while we lie here. I promise this isn't some lesbian seduction ploy. I just want to cum and I'd like to do it with someone else next to me. It'd be more fun. More to look at."

What would be really be fun is if Lena's hand did the stroking. Or better yet, her mouth was sucking her aching pussy. But, this seemed like a nice compromise for right now to Sammie and free of complications.

She gave Lena her best innocent grin and slid her free hand down to her tee shirt, slowly pulling it up and exposing more and more of the naked flesh of her belly. And making it obvious she was fully nude already below the waist, although her hand between her clamped thighs hid anything too risque for now.
 
“Sammie! You seriously couldn’t wait 5 seconds til you were alone?” Lena smirked at her friend’s lack of patience. Her hazel eye did happen to wander down Sammie’s body. She watched as the other girl spread open her legs, offering Lena just the slightest glimpse of the pink, glistening folds with fingers lightly fluttering against them.

Lena gulped…she was in trouble now. Now she was just plain ol’ curious. She wanted to know what Sammie looked like down there, how she liked to pleasure herself. Just to compare notes of course, maybe learn some tricks, become better acquainted with female anatomy. This was just like running an experiment in Biology…do the trial, collect some data, no test subjects are harmed, everyone goes home learning something new. She owed it to science to lay here and masturbate with her friend!

Huh…there didn’t appear to be any voice in the back of her mind yelling at her that this may be a bad idea…though that little voice may have gone on strike because of her failure to listen last time. She bit her lip as she mulled it over, wanting to be sure. But she wouldn’t concentrate on anything other than the fact that the shower was just soooooo far away…and she was already in bed, in her pajamas, and just in need of a little orgasm to help her fall asleep. Stupid alcohol, it was making her lazy.

Sammie began to lift up her shirt and Lena was beginning to stare. Damn Sammie! She was always so sexy without even trying. And she was getting to have all the fun. Knowing that her friend’s fingers were teasing with her own slit caused Lena’s body to yell at her. Sammie got to play, so why didn’t she?

Before she knew it her fingers came lower from her waistband, dancing along the outside of her womanhood through thin lace panties. She groaned softly…wanting to cum and wanting it right now.

“Fine…you win. Just…tell me what to do, okay?”
 
Sammie watched Lena seem to agonize for half a second and then smiled as she agreed. It hadn't taken much to convince her friend, she noticed. She arched her eyebrow when Lena asked her to tell her what to do. Her pulse quickened and her mind now raced to figure out how to make this little jilling session as erotic as possible. Lena seemed very game.

"Tell you what to do?" she said with a snicker. "Don't you know how to finger yourself by now, girl? Well if you don't it's going to be a long night. But if you do, I have some ideas of how to make it fun."

Sammie kept tugging on her shirt and sat up finally to pull it off of her, letting her B cup breasts fall out and into Lena's gaze. She had been topless all day in front of her friend and naked briefly, but as she settled herself back again she flushed at the sensation of baring herself to Lena this intimately. Her friend was right next to her on the bed and less than a foot away! Sammie was lying on her side facing Lena and let her eyes wander down her friend's buxom and long body, eying her clothing with a frown.

"First things first, get naked!" she ordered. As she watched Lena strip she brought her fingers up, the ones she had been fluttering on her aching pussy just seconds ago. She glanced at them, noticing how slick they were with her arousal, and casually started to lick them clean. She sucked on them like lollipops with a teasing grin until Lena was naked and facing her. "Always start with clean equipment!"

"I don't know what your technique is, but I love to play with my little breasts while I touch myself," she winked at Lena as she said the word little. "So why don't we just do a little of whatever gets us going first."

Without waiting for a response, she began to caress her breasts, circling them slowly and pointedly avoiding her nipples. She'd start to play with them later. She snaked her other hand down between her legs and raised her top leg, bending both her knees so she was splayed open. Lena couldn't get a great view of her from this angle since her head was up by Sammie's, but Sammie thought she could fix that soon enough. She placed her fingertips on her throbbing clit and began to rub it in a slow circle with medium pressure. Her body responded and she let out a low moan, her breath catching at the shock of the pleasure she felt. Her hips began to move, writhing slightly with her rubbing. Wow she was turned on and horny after this ridiculous day of teasing!

"Mhmm... fuck, I'm so hot still. Having that little blonde eat me until I was about to cum has left me so horny," she moaned out, not trying to be sexy on purpose but just overcome by her body's state of arousal. "I'm not going to last long... we should slow it down. Mhmmm. I used to do this a lot... masturbate with straight girls that is." She grinned at Lena as she said the last part.

"In high school my best friend was straight, but she loved to masturbate with me. She probably knew I was bi, but I was in the closet then. She's still straight as far as I know... but fuck, we used to rub ourselves for hours like this. We even made up a game. Stop and Go. We'd take turns and one person would say go and we'd rub until they said stop. No more than a couple minutes of rubbing though. Then we'd switch. The loser was whoever came first, or if someone was so close to cumming they couldn't stop and just kept going. We could play for hours... our sheets would be soaked with our sweat and juices. I never even kissed her once. It was so delicious... edging for hours with her as we'd talk about guys and sex."

Sammie let herself go as she talked, fingers rubbing her clit and diving down to slurp through her wet folds. Her other hand now started pinching and tugging at her hard nipples. She could feel her orgasm starting to build again as her sorely teased body was eager to finally get relief. But she didn't want it to stop, she wanted to keep enjoying this moment with Lena. She closed her eyes for a second in rapture, then suddenly opened them.

"Stop," she said with a little grin. She sat up and slid up to lean against the headboard of the bed. She adjusted her legs so they were open, knees still bent and legs at a ninety degree angle to each other. In this position she knew Lena would have an unrestricted view of her body including her exposed pussy. She looked down between her legs and reached with her hands, pulling apart her swollen pink outer lips and spreading that dark and glistening crevasse of folds between them. The wrinkled hood of her clit was prominent at the top, throbbing and hard.

"You want to play?" she purred, eyes lifting to gaze at Lena. "Just say go."
 
Lena rolled her eyes. Of course she knew how to masturbate! She just…didn’t know how to masturbate with someone else in the room. Sure, Paul and her had had a few steamy video chats during their time apart…but they had been hours away from one another in the privacy of their own bedrooms. Now she not only had someone in the room with her, but they were also just barely a foot away from one another.

She wiggled out of her clothes when asked to; slipping easily out of her top and then kicking her black lacey panties off the bed. She watched as Sammie played with her own breasts, jealous of their perfect size. Lena could have easily palmed her best friend’s tits. But her own breasts were large, heavy, spilling out of her hands as she rubbed and massaged them. She toyed with the nipples that felt like they had been hard and aching for hours, moaning happily as she finally found a little relief.

Sammie had gotten to have the other girl eat her out! “Mmmph no fair…the butch had me begging…but I didn’t get any tongue treatment. I would have loved it though…I love having my clit sucked.” Her heart was racing and she brought her fingers down to her clit, giving the swollen nub a gentle tug. As Sammie began to describe the things she did in high school, Lena began to work her clit harder. She rubbed right on top of the hood in fast, circular motions. Her body ached, her hips writhed just a little bit, she wanted to cum so bad.

Lena whimpered when Sammie said ‘Stop’, then groaned as she forced her fingers to behave. She watched as her best friend adjusted herself, looking down, noticing those bright pink folds. This new position allowed Lena to get quite an eyeful of Sammie’s sex but she was sure her friend wouldn’t be able to see much as her larger hand covered up most of her throbbing little slit. Plus she couldn’t spread her legs all that wide, nervous that she would end up tangling them with Sammie’s. Lena would probably snap and finally just pounce on top of whoever touched her next…though truth be told, she wouldn’t entirely mind that with Sammie. Even in such an intimate situation she was fairly relaxed; she trusted her best friend so much.

But still, the problem remained that she could not spread her legs wide enough to be comfortable.

“Time out, one second.” She sat up and she grabbed her two pillows from behind her, tossing them down to the foot of the bed. “Damnit!” she giggled drunkenly as the top one slid off the bottom one and fell off the bed entirely. Lord, she was a mess, couldn’t even throw straight let alone think straight.

She crawled down from the head of the bed to the foot, hips swaying alluringly as she prowled along. She leaned over the edge to grasp the pillow that was just out of her reach. It took her just a moment and a couple of swipes before she finally managed to grasp the corner, her ass swaying and wiggling in the air from all her efforts. As she moved and changed position, her juices ran down, smearing all over her inner thighs. “Hah! Got it” A triumphant grin lit up her face and she flipped around to face Sammie. She folded her pillows in half, propping herself up on the edge of the bed, directly across from her friend.

“Now I have all this room so you’re safe if I get out of control.” Lena grinned, she could get a little…thrashy, especially with a good orgasm. But her friend should enjoy this position better anyways. With Lena propped up, her breasts still hung in their usual tear drops; much more heavy and full than when she had been laying on her back. Now she could finally spread her muscular thighs wide, keeping her knees bent so that she could properly dig her heels into the mattress and buck her hips if she needed some extra pressure.

Every inch of her dripping wet sex was now available to Sammie’s eyes. Light brown outer lips that matched her nipples lead down to pink, engorged folds that parted like petals in her new splayed position. Unlike her friend’s sex, the hood of her clit was short. The bundle of nerves had been hidden from her best friend’s view when they lay side by side; now that Lena had all this extra room to spread out her long legs, the little piece of skin stretched enough just so that the tiny, bright pink bundle of nerves was tantalizingly visible. Glistening and wet, it was just begging to be licked and sucked by a gentle mouth..

“Go” she grinned, noticing Sammie’s eyes now firmly glued to her shamelessly spread pussy. She let her one hand drop down to her sex, gently petting as she got herself worked up again. “Mmmm…my ex used to love it when I was spread out like this on a video chat. He’d talk dirty to me while I played with myself…then make me stop if he thought I was going to cum too soon. It drove me crazy…he just loved to get me screaming…” Lena plunged one finger, then two into her slick channel. She groaned at feeling of fullness, pumping in and out. She curled her fingers…just to reacquint herself with that spot that drove her crazy. “Oh…ohhhh…f-fuck.” One tap, then a second one that made her entire body shiver and her hips buck.

“S-Stop…ohhhhh…” She stammered, panting…she was so close to the top, looking right over the edge. But she still wanted to go higher. She moved her fingers away from her sex, both hands coming to rest on her thighs, rubbing and massaging as she waited for Sammie to continue their game.

“Fuck…we might have to play best two out of three. I dunno how much longer I'm going to last.” She sighed, biting her lower lip. Her hips were slowly gyrating even though she had moved her hands away, seeking talented fingers or even better, a warm wet mouth. But as curious as she was of how amazing sex with Sammie might be, she was very glad that things were going slow.
 
Spreading herself for Lena's eyes made Sammie's face and chest flush red and she could feel her skin get hot. Giving her best friend such an intimate and unfettered sight of her dripping and hot folds was an erotic thrill that made her almost dizzy. She had called out "stop" more for her own benefit, afraid of cumming too fast and ruining the moment. Now, just the pressure on her lips and clit from pulling herself open threatened to push her to the edge.

She lay there, breathing hard and moaning slightly, and watched with trembling desire as Lena rearranged herself, teasing her with that firm ass and contorting her long body in such delicious positions. Sammie's dirty mind twisted every accidental pose and motion Lena made into an imagined sexual position or act, fantasizing about how she could snug her body against Lena's and fit her mouth in to lick that dripping pussy. That would be a great sixty nine position... and oh to have Lena squat on her face like that. She wouldn't complain and would willingly suffocate herself in that swollen flesh.

And finally Lena lay back and threw her legs wide open before her. It was the first time Sammie had seen Lena's body in all its sexual glory. Open and inviting and displayed wantonly for her viewing pleasure alone. Just having the permission to ogle Lena's gorgeous curves, those heavy teardrop breasts and long legs splayed open to reveal wetness, was a fantasy come true. Her friend's sex was very different from Sammie's own, but so tantalizingly delicious to look at. Dark on the outside with a hot pink inner crevasse, and that bright pink and hardened clit peeking out at the top like the dot on a lowercase "i". Sammie felt like her clit was too big and the wrinkled hood too prominent when she was turned on. That her inner lips were too large and dark when engorged. Lena's pussy was so perfect and ripe to kiss. The experience was like watching an in person porn video and Sammie's brain just filled with ideas of how to fuck Lena and what she would do to her friend.

Sammie hadn't touched herself in over a minute and she felt ready to cum from just her dirty thoughts. She was a tightly wound wire, ready to snap.

When Lena told her to "go", Sammie bit her lower lip and touched herself so gently and softly, worried she would burst immediately. She wanted to prolong this sensual and erotic dream and ideally milk out many long and lingering orgasms. But even her softest touch on her clit made her whimper and cry out in pleasure, legs quivering and twitching. She slid one digit into her her hot passage instead, pumping it in and out her slowly and panting with the effort of fighting back her orgasm that even that small stimulation risked. She moved her other hand to her breast and squeezed it, not daring to touch her nipples that tingled in hardness and throbbed for attention.

"Oh my god, I'm so fucking turned on!" she groaned, eyes fixating on Lena's 's thrusting fingers and her slick and wet thighs. Her friend was writhing and playing with herself, eyes glazed in pleasure and lust and now talking dirty herself. Her sexy words were driving Sammie crazy and she felt her hips pulsing against her single finger as she fucked herself to her friend's frenzied masturbation. She felt like her juices were just flowing out of her, splashing with each thrust of her finger and dripping down to pool at her ass. How could she possibly be this wet from just masturbation?

Thankfully Lena said "stop" and Sammie pulled her own finger out with a groan, panting and gasping in pleasure. She sucked that wet digit slowly with a naughty grin.

"I'm going to cum as well. Best out three could be fun" she said as she ran her tongue around her lips to lick all remaining traces of her juices off. "I'll be nice and won't say stop until we both finish this orgasm. Go."

With the greenlight finally on, Sammie plunged two fingers deep into herself with a scream. She clamped the muscles of her core onto those digits and started to pump herself as fast as she could. She let her palm rest on her clit as she fucked herself, rubbing herself fast and hard in time with her pistoning fingers. She was right there and there was no stopping now! Her other hand went to her aching nipples and she frantically squeezed and tugged them. Her whole body was writhing and shaking, legs spasming as they straightened and bent repetitively. She forced her eyes open as she felt her pleasure peak. She wanted to watch Lena the entire time and didn't want to miss a second of her friend's own pleasure. And then, her mind went blank as her orgasm shattered her body and reduced her to a screaming, whimpering and moaning wreck. She thrashed almost violently in the soaked sheets as her long delayed gratification swept through her and provided sweet relief.

"OH FUCK! OH GOD! FUCK... FUCK... Fuck... fuck... fuck.. Lena.. oh my god," she cried out in mindless pleasure.

As she came down from her peak she didn't stop her clit rubbing and nipple pinching. She kept her pleasure going and powered through the sensitive and uncomfortable post orgasmic phase, willing herself to stay aroused. Breathing deep and hard, she kept whimpering and moaning. Her eyes were needy and lustful still as she watched Lena.

"Ok.. let's stop... but we need another... at least one more," she panted out bringing her dripping fingers back up to her mouth to clean off yet another time.
 
All of her senses were assaulted with everything that was Sammie. The sight of her friend roughly pounding her fingers into that sopping wet pussy. Her sex slurped lewdly every time her fingers dove in and pulled out. Every little noise she made was turning Lena on more and more. She could even smell their combined arousal in the air as they kept going, ruining the sheets with their efforts to get off. Lena just ached to taste her friend in order to bring completeness to her senses.

The second Sammie said ‘Go’, she pounded two fingers back into her incredibly swollen channel; even though she wasn’t a virgin, she surely felt like one. Her muscles clenched against her fingers, causing a delicious amount of friction between her digits and her pussy. Her thumb swiped at her clit with every downstroke, her legs twitching every time she clumsily hit the bare bit of nerves rather than the hood. Screaming litanies of “Oh god!” and “Oh Sammie!” as she stared at her other friend.

Watching Sammie near her peak was driving her crazy. Lena felt the sudden urge to help her out, to clumsily lick and suck on her clit to push her over the edge....but the fear inside the pit of her belly prevented her from doing so. Still, her friend was very vocal and she loved it. It got her even wetter, her arousal spilling out all over her hand and onto the sheets. Her abdominals flexed as she tried to hold back, willing Sammie to break first. After the first scream of ‘OH FUCK!’ Lena finally let herself go. What could she say? She liked to win games, even if they had agreed on a truce. Plus the build up made it all the more delicious when she came.

Lena wrung the sheets so tightly in her free hand that her knuckles turned white. Her hips began bucking, forcing her convulsing pussy to keep taking those long fingers. She was so close…right there… Her fingers hooked, rubbing roughly on her most sensitive spot and she screamed.

“OHHH! Ohhhh…oh f-f-fuck.” Lena wasn’t just loud…she was -really- fucking loud. What was the point of having sex if she couldn’t just let herself go? She was insanely comfortable with Sammie’s bright blue eyes taking her in as she fingered herself into oblivion. And she wasn’t afraid to totally let go and let her friend see her in such an intimate and vulnerable way.

As much as she wanted to watch more of Sammie cumming, her bright hazel eyes snapped shut and her head tilted back as she screamed, “YES! Oh my fucking god yes! Oh…ohhhh…ohhh!” Her sex convulsed, loudly sucking on her fingers as she forcefully pumped them into the swollen folds to finish riding out her orgasm. “Mmmph…ohhh…” she kept going until the only noise she made were soft whimpers and pants. Finally her fingers slowed and came to a stop. She shivered as she withdrew them, not bothering to clean them. They were only going to get dirty again.

“Mmmm Sammie…that felt sooo good.” Lena purred. Finally, after a whole day spent being ridiculously horny, she had finally gotten the chance to relieve the burning ache between her legs. A thought popped into her mind, “Shit…do you think the neighbors heard us? You’re so damn loud!” she grinned.

Watching Sammie lick her fingers clean was strangely arousing. Lena began to burn with curiosity, wondering what her friend tasted like. The way Sammie hummed happily as she lapped up every drop of her arousal was leading Lena to believe that her best friend would be absolutely delicious.

Their room was starting to fill with the heady aroma of sex and sweat. Lena shivered as the smell began to cloud her mind with lust once more. Goddamn pheromones, she was rapidly getting turned on once again. She should be exhausted right now but she really wanted another round. Especially as she surveyed Sammie in her afterglow. Glistening and sweaty…with her hair brown touseled and her blue eyes half-lidded, Sammie looked even more gorgeous than before.

Lena wanted her, there was no doubt in her mind anymore that she absolutely wanted to make Sammie scream in ecstasy one day. Just the thought of giving Sammie that much pleasure made her clit throb and she began to rub the little nub that had been neglected in their last round.

“Fuck…Sammie…can we go again, right now? I’m still so fucking wired…I need to cum.” Lena whimpered softly as she began rubbing just a touch harder, though still achingly slow. “Mmm…please…just say ‘Go’…” she stared straight into Sammie’s dazzling blue eyes, her own hazel ones pleading for her friend to be nice and let her cum.
 
Sammie slowly finished licking her hand clean and let her friend beg her to resume their masturbation game. Her juices had gotten everywhere and while she did enjoy her own taste, she liked even more how dirty she felt cleaning up so meticulously in front of Lena.

"Now now" she said to Lena with her best teacher reprimanding a student expression. "You can't touch yet. That would be a penalty and you have to start fifteen seconds after me... and its your turn. I'll just take your begging to be a go."

She grinned and stretched out again before placing her fingers on her clit to start rubbing gently. In the afterglow of her monstrous orgasm she had somehow maintained her arousal, but she knew this was going to be a nice, long leisurely cum. She brought her other hand up to idly start to tease her breasts, watching her nipples harden again so quickly.

Her body was still hot and sweaty and the sheets soaked with that sweat and her arousal. The scent of her arousal was everywhere and she could smell Lena's excitement as well. She felt like a dirty, sexy mess and was turned on by letting Lena see her in this raw and primal state.

Lena's orgasm had been so beautiful. Just thinking about it proved nice fodder to get her going again. Seeing her friend thrashing in ecstasy, eyes closed and face in what might appear to be agony, had made Sammie's own orgasm so much hotter. And how loud Lena had been! Sammie was not exactly quiet herself, but Lena was definitely going to make their neighbors think some good loving was going on in their room tonight. Well, the hotel was full of horny lesbians so she knew female moans were not going to be surprising. She just hoped they didn't get a noise complaint!

"Mhmmm," she moaned softly, starting to rub a little faster and harder. This was nice. Just a mellow, soft build-up as her heavily teased and finally relieved erogenous spots woke back up and were ready for me.

"This is pretty fun, huh?" she whispered, voice husky now as she watched Lena begin to touch herself again. "I haven't done this in years... I mean when I'm with a girl we just go to town on each other. But doing it like this, yeah I forgot what a blast it is."

She gave Lena a sultry look. "Can you believe I did this for years with a straight girl? Some nights we'd masturbate for three or four hours and cum five or six times. Until we fell asleep from exhaustion. God we were horny ."

She moved her hand from her breast to rub her inner thighs, gathering her juices up and then licking them off her fingers again.

"I can't believe how wet I am from this," she moaned out moving her hand back down to stroke her inner thighs and the skin right around her swollen lips. She spread them slightly for Lena again. The hand on her clit was moving faster now. "I think you'll love eating pussy when you decide you want to try. I remember my first time so well... I was in college and a Freshman. The girl was a Senior and totally seduced me... of course I wanted her. She seemed so sophisticated and mature. And openly lesbian. Fuck she was hot because of that confidence she had. She took me to her room one night when I was drunk and we made out and rubbed each other for an hour after I told her I'd never kissed a girl before and was confused."

Sammie gave Lena a little wink.

"She told me that there was one way to see if I was a lesbian, or bi-sexual. That I had to eat her out and see if I liked it. Then she took off her clothes and spread herself open just like you are right now. I'd never seen a pussy like that before in real life... not even my own. It was a little scary... so wet and all those lips. Her smell was different. I was nervous I'd hate it. But I wanted to taste her. I wanted to lick her so badly. I just put my mouth down there and started to make out with her pussy like it was a mouth. I had no idea what I was doing and she eventually got me pointed in the right direction. I knew then I liked girls."

Sammie felt herself grow hotter and wetter as she told her story. She had chosen her story just for Lena, knowing her friend was at that line that Sammie had crossed many years ago. That litmus test for whether she was sexually attracted to women or just liked the cuddling.

The rubbing and dirty talk were getting to her and she slipped two fingers inside again, starting to fuck herself sensually and slowly. Breathing was starting to become difficult once more and she stopped talking as moans and whimpers were all she could muster. Fuck she was going to cum again soon. Was Lena going to make them pause?

She slid a bit lower down and pulled her knees up and back, showing Lena a different angle on herself, almost lifting her sex to point it at her friend. Her pink pucker flashed into view as well, she could feel the cooler air on it as it was no longer hidden in the sodden sheets. She flushed and felt dirty at exposing that other intimate area as well. She truly had shown Lena everything.

Because this was her second orgasm, she liked the extra hotness she got from being dirtier and had a sudden urge to do more to tease and even shock Lena. Grinning she moved her free hand to her pucker and circled that sensitive ring as well with light pressure. She whimpered as she did it, shocked at the new sensation she added to the mix of pleasure she was feeling. She wasn't that into butt play, but every now and then some fingering and pressure felt good and stimulated neglected sensitive nerve endings. Doing this in front of Lena felt so wrong and nasty that it catapulted her to another level of pleasure.

"Oh fuck, Lena, I'm so turned on I'm fingering my ass! What have you done to me! A-are you going to say stop?" she gasped out, one hand fucking her sex and the other hand circling on her ass. Now she didn't want her friend to pause. She was getting close. "I"m about to cum again here.. tell me you aren't going to say stop..."
 
A tinge of pink crept up to her cheeks. She –had- been begging hadn’t she? What on earth was Sammie doing to her?! She didn’t think she’d ever been so horny in her entire life, not even when she was a teenager and her hormones had been running rampant. But watching her friend masturbate in front of her was so exciting, she needed to get off, needed to watch Sammie more.

Sammie’s story wasn’t making it easier on her. She felt a new batch of warmth drip down her slit at her words. Was her friend doing this on purpose? Or was she just talking dirty…giving Lena an image and a story to rub her clit to? Lena didn’t know, she couldn’t hander higher thought processes anymore. All that mattered right now were her base instincts that sought out pleasure. Lots and lots of pleasure.

Her jaw dropped and her eyes went wide as she saw Sammie reveal herself to her in such an intimate way. She couldn’t look away. Lena herself had –never- touched her own tight puckered ring. And she sure as hell didn’t trust a guy to do it for her. But the way Sammie was doing it was so gentle and seemed like it felt so good. She filed that image away for later, maybe she’d give a little butt play a try sometime. …Or just masturbate furiously to the image of her best friend.

Oh fuck it was her turn to say ‘stop’? Crap she’d forgotten they’d been playing all together…

Lena shook her head rapidly, eyes glued to Sammie being so very shamelessly naughty and now thoroughly distracted from the fact that they were playing a game. She couldn’t have said ‘stop’ if she wanted to anyways. Just the sight of Sammie’s arousal dripping all the way down from her sex to the tight little ring of her rear was enough to push poor Lena right over the edge. And how she tantalizingly began to work both holes… Fuck Sammie could be such a little slut sometimes.

“Oh god! Oh-god-oh-god-oh-god-oh-god…” Lena whimpered and whined as jolts of pleasure fired off from her sensitive clit. Coursing up her body, making her nipples feel unbearably tight. The hand that had been wrenching and fisting the bedsheets this whole time finally started pinching and tugging at her nipples, trying to relieve some of the sension. Her toes curled and she dug her heels into the bed, hips bucking lightly but rapidly as she rode the tail end of her orgasm.

But she was still really fucking horny…what the fuck?!?! Before she could even come down from that mind-blowing orgasm, her fingers buried themselves into her throbbing pussy. She brought her knees up, exposing herself entirely to her best friend as she sought out and angle that would let her pound into her sex for all she was worth.

“Ohhhh! Oh god! S-Sammie… Oh fuck Sammie… Keep going baby… Don’t stop… Please… One more…make me cum one more time…” So delirious in her own pleasure that she wasn’t able to hold back the fantasy that was now running rampant in her mind: that Sammie’s fingers were the ones buried in her tight, engorged folds instead of her own. That she wasn’t riding her own hand to another earth-shattering orgasm, but her friend’s. Her hips bucked with renewed vigor, chasing another orgasm, dancing on the edge of pleasure and pain.

“FUCK!” She screamed. Her head thrashed back and forth and it felt so damn good that it was starting to hurt. One more thrust and she was there, a moaning, well-fucked mess. “Oh…ohhh…OHHH!” Lena cried, her body starting to squirm, her overloaded nerves protesting as a monstrous orgasm tore through her body. It felt like every synapse and nerve was firing off, the corners of her vision blurred for a moment and she realized that she had been holding her breath. She gasped and grabbed onto the sheets, legs dropping back down onto the bed. She lay there, twisting and whimpering softly, closing her legs because even just the cold air on her abused sex was too much.

“Jesus…I’m going to die…” Lena panted, breasts heaving as she spoke. Every once in awhile the muscles along her inner thighs could twitch and she’d shiver, a soft “Mmmm” escaping her lips as an aftershock rocked her exhausted body. “Fuck that was amazing…”
 
Sammie was only able to give her friend a brief, thankful smile when she saw Lena nodding that she wasn't going to call "stop." Then Sammie's face relaxed back to an open mouthed expression of bliss, flickers of sweet agony crossing it at times as her plunging fingers and hand hit more sensitive spots that jolted her with pleasure. It was crazy that she was going to cum again this hard, for she knew another big wave of bliss was building.

And then Lena started to orgasm before Sammie could get there. Fuck, her friend was hornier than even she was! A brief, smug smile flashed on her face again as she realized that she "won" this round. But she quickly bit her lower lip and redoubled her efforts with her hands, using Lena's screams and thrashing body to urge herself on. God Lena was sexy when she came. All curling toes and bucking hips, body thrashing and spasming. And her face, wow, she looked like she was in pain instead of pleasure. And so, so loud. Even Sammie's ears were being turned on by her friend!

The only senses Sammie had that weren't being overwhelmed by Lena were the two she most wanted to feel her friend through, touch and taste. To have her mouth wrapped around Lena's sweet clit and to be thrusting her fingers into Lena's gripping sex instead of her own aching passage. She would love to have Lena clamp those muscular thighs around her head and wrap those long legs behind them to wrap her in tight. How wonderful would it be if Lena rode her mouth to the kind of orgasm that wracked the tall girl's body now? She wanted to be the person that could gave Lena that level of pleasure.

It was all too much. Sammie moved her thumb to rub her clit hard now, fingers still sliding fast inside herself. She let the circling finger on her ass push in now, slipping just the fingertip in and out of her tight ring. Her body began to quiver and she was all whimpers and moans, pleasure shooting through her from three clustered points, the two fingers inside her dripping sex, her thumb on that throbbing button of her clit, and now her fingertip pushing through that ring of nerves on her ass in time with her other hand.

"L-lena, fuck, I'm cumming again, oh god, f-fuck, f-fuck... I can't take it!" she screamed out and started to tremble, eyes closing this time to savor all of her delicate second orgasm. It wasn't quite as big as the first and certainly didn't have the sharp intensity, but the wave of bliss that shot through her lasted longer and still made her tortured body quiver and shake in mindless pleasure.

She opened her eyes at last, gasping and breathing hard as she slowed her hands down. To her surprise Lena was still playing with herself. And her suddenly vixenish and wanton friend had pulled her knees up, baring herself even more intimately to Sammie! Lena was begging her to continue so she could get off one more time.

Sammie had thought she was spent after that second cum. There should have been no way that she could eke out another orgasm so quickly. But, the sight of Lena in this new position, showing her own puckered hole to Sammie and urging her to keep going to help her cum, was just too fucking hot to ignore. She felt a dirty lust swirl in her belly and she caught her breath. Her pulse suddenly raced and a hot flush returned to her face and chest.

With a groan Sammie started to rub herself again, waving her feet in the air and rocking on her back with exertion as she she tried to coax her now drained and exhausted body to cum a final time. She slipped another finger into herself and then finally her pinkie as well. The extra pressure of all four fingers in her passage felt good as she purposely stretched herself to find fresh nerve endings to simulate. Her thumb on her clit pushed down as hard as she could to generate another spark of pleasure from a spot she had almost numbed with attention. And finally, she slid that fingertip into her ass faster and faster, going up to her second knuckle now.

"N-no, no, no.. come on.. come on.. y-yes... y-yes.. that's it, yes, yes, Yes, YES, YES!" Sammie cried out in a garbled, stammering moan as she used every bit of knowledge she had of her body to find a way to rouse it again.

Somehow, Sammie couldn't comprehend how still, it was all enough. Coupled with the lingering awareness of Lena watching her and her friend's own groaning orgasm, Sammie felt a third and final wave of pleasure roll through her body. It wasn't big and it felt more like an extended peak of warm, fuzzy pleasure, but it built, surged through her, and then let her slump down in exhaustion. She slid her fingers out of her holes, her pussy making a sucking noise to echo Sammie's soft sigh of relief. Every nerve in her body seemed to tingle in numbed overstimulation. She lay there breathing slow and hard, limb's extended and motionless, eyes staring blankly at the ceiling as she even wanted to rest her vision from the burning sight of Lena's naked body.

"Oh. My. Fucking. God," Sammie finally said in a slow, amazed tone. She couldn't move, couldn't think and couldn't say anything more.
 
Holy hell, that was hot. Lena couldn’t remember a time she had ever been so satisfied. She didn’t even think there was a time when she even –was- this satisfied. It was a little terrifying. Her and Sammie hadn’t even –touched- each other. What would happen if they ever did? Lena shivered at the thought…she probably would indeed die if that wonderfully dirty, gorgeous mouth ever did end up buried between her legs.

Lena just chuckled at Sammie’s words. It seemed as though her friend was just as sated as she was. But now they were both stuck, dripping wet with ruined sheets. As much as her body protested, she got out of the bed; she didn’t want to sleep in a wet spot…granted the whole bed was a wet spot at this point. She’d seen a throw blanket in the closet earlier that day so went up to get it. Her sex was so sore that she could barely manage to walk straight…plus she was still a little buzzed and that wasn’t helping matters either.

The sheets were entirely ruined…but good thing Sammie had kicked the covers off of them earlier. “I don’t believe you kept up with me…” Lena grinned, teasing as she started to rearranged the bed so that they could sleep comfortably. She had thought that Sammie would have tapped out after two but was to relieved to know that her friend was just as much of a horny mess as she was.

Now that the bed was made up, she flopped down. Although she was a cuddler after sex…she wasn’t quite there yet. So instead she grabbed one of her pillows and wrapped it up in her arms, her back towards Sammie as she got all comfy on her side of the bed.

“Mmm…g’night Sammie…” Lena muttered. It wasn’t long before her breathing deepened and she felt asleep, completely and utterly exhausted.


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The next morning, Lena’s body didn’t realize that she was on summer vacation. It also didn’t realize that she had been up late last night with her best friend, doing all sorts of unmentionable things. All her body knew was that it was 6AM and it was time to get ready to go to school. Mmmph…she didn’t want to wake up…it was too early. Why was she naked? It must’ve gotten hot in her apartment last night…no big deal…she could sleep for 5 more minutes then get changed. She snuggled closer to the warm, smooth thing in her arms.

Wait a second…pillows aren’t warm! And she didn’t own a body pillow!

Both eyes snapped open, wide-awake now. She blinked, confused as to where exactly she was. This wasn’t her bed! And that…wasn’t…Paul… Sammie lay there, still asleep, looking rather peaceful as Lena spooned her from behind. Huh…this was weird…she’d never been the big spoon before. But she kind of liked it, Sammie fit so nicely into her arms. Wait…why is Sammie even in her arms. And why isn’t anyone wearing any pants?!

While she didn’t have a hang over, it did take her a minute to realize the 100 very stupid things she had managed to do the very first night of their vacation together. The constant flirting, teasing and wrestling between her and Sammie. The mess she’d gotten into with Michelle... Now the whole other mess that was the reason they were naked now…

Oh…my…fucking…god….!!!

She had masturbated with her friend last night, her –best- friend. Her best friend that she had a crush on. And now her best friend that she was spooning with like a lover! BAD LENA! BAD! No sleeping with friends! Things get messy that way! What would her dear sweet Catholic grandmother from the Ukraine say if she caught her in bed with another woman?! …probably nothing very nice….

As carefully as she could, she began to untangle herself from Sammie. The other girl stirred a moment and Lena held perfectly still, frozen and afraid to wake her up. She waited patiently for Sammie to go back into a deep sleep before easing her body off the bed, wrapping her friend up tight in the blanket so that she wouldn’t notice the loss of warmth.

Fuck fuck fuckity fuck a duck. She needed to get out of here…needed to think. Needed to run away and never come back But she couldn’t just –leave-…it might hurt her friend’s feelings. Maybe Sammie wouldn’t remember last night…she had been really drunk too. But what if she –did- remember? Agh…shit. Lena walked over to the desk and left her a note on the hotel stationary:

Sammie,
Went out for a run, be back later. I’ll bring you back a coffee!
-Lena


Then she cleaned herself up a little bit before putting on a sports bra and pair of very short track shorts. She wouldn’t even bother with her sneakers…she was just going to go running on the beach barefoot, she didn’t need them. Without making a peep she grabbed her keycard and snuck out of the room to go for her morning run and think.
 
Sammie just lay in the bed recovering for minutes, her entire body limp and throbbing. She felt so wonderfully relaxed and tired now she almost just fell asleep like that. But she heard Lena moving around and got up with a sigh to help her friend strip off their soaked sheets to make some fashion of a clean and dry bed for them to sleep in.

They were both happy and exhausted as they moved around, and Sammie particularly enjoyed this post-orgasmic intimacy. Both of them so casual about their nudity, just two close friends getting ready for bed. After the marathon, multi-orgasm masturbation session, Sammie relished the fact that she could look at Lena without getting aroused finally. Just the thought of arousal was painful now! Oh to be like this every night with Lena... Sammie sighed again and climbed into bed next to her friend. Sammie's head was growing foggy with tiredness and she could see that Lena was also barely functioning. Part of her wanted to snuggle with Lena and feel her body finally. Going to sleep in Lena's arms would be amazing. But her friend had rolled over and seemed to pass out within seconds. Sammie was too tired to protest. She lay down next to Lena as close as she dared while facing the other direction and closed her eyes as well.

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Sammie was having an amazing dream, imagining Lena holding her and spooning against her. The tall girl's body fit around her like a glove and those breasts pushed softly into her back. Her lips kissed her neck and nibbled her sensitive ear. This was the snuggle she had wanted last night. She woke suddenly and realized she was alone. She keenly missed the phantom press of Lena's warm body and had a brief moment of anxiety as she realized Lena had left the room entirely.

She sat up, rubbing sleep from her eyes with a yawn and glanced around the room. Her eyes drifted to the pile of sheets on the floor by the bed and her cheeks colored as she remembered how the night had ended. Sammie was slightly hungover and her headache grew worse as she started to remember that torrid session of masturbation with Lena. It was going to be an awkward morning with her supposedly straight best friend. No doubt about that!

What had she been thinking initiating that sex fest last night? What had Lena been thinking enjoying it so much? And most importantly, what was Lena thinking right now! Visions of Lena rubbing herself and calling out Sammie's name as she orgasmed flooded Sammie's brain and she shook her head to clear it. Fuck that night had been hot and very necessary for both of them at the time. But where was Lena now? She started to panic imagining her friend taking a cab to the airport to flee back home and never talk to her again. But her clothes were there still... good. And then Sammie saw the note and breathed a sigh of relief. A coffee would be nice and Lena always worked out. Maybe things were going to be just fine between them?

She started to get up and get ready for the day and began to rationalize their actions in the shower. At least they hadn't touched each other. There were no kisses or other sexual acts between them. They had just used each other visually to relieve some stress. It was like watching porn. She could get over this and act normal again. This wasn't a big deal. She was sure lots of people masturbated with their best friends when on vacation. Lena was a big girl and wouldn't dwell on a silly drunken dare. She was probably over it already and ready to have fun again today. The shower was a welcome cleansing of the shame she felt from how dirty she had acted in front of her best friend. She emerged, clean and shaved and feeling ready to enjoy another day here in lesbian paradise!

She padded around the room in just her towel, picking out a new bathing suit and cover up for the day. She had to remember to go down and search the bar to get her other bikini top and sunglasses. What an idiot she had been last night, she sighed. Her drunken stupidity was the gift that kept on giving. She dropped her towel and was standing there naked, choosing between two bikinis she had laid out on the ground when she heard the door knob turn.

SHIT! Lena was returning! Sammie squeaked and before she could think to do anything to cover her nudity, Lena pushed open the door. Sammie saw Lena's grin turn into a stunned expression, coffee cups almost slipping from her shocked hands.

"Lena! Jesus Christ.. I'm changing!" she blurted out, wondering at her newfound modesty after what she had done in front of her friend last night. So much for getting today off on a fresh start and trying to sweep last night back into the 'closet'!
 
It was absolutely gorgeous out. She had missed the sunrise but the sky still had a little bit of pink to it and the ocean was beautiful. The white sand under her was warm; not scalding hot as it had been the day before. This was going to be a great run. The tall brunette started out easy; it was odd running in the sand at first, it kept shifting around and messing up her stride. But soon she got the hang of it and looked less like Bambi learning how to walk and more like a woman going for a jog. She agonized over Sammie in these early hours of the morning…much like a teenage girl would when she wonders whether a boy likes her or not.

Does she like me? Should I ask her out? Try to take things to the next level? Do I even like her or was it just the alcohol talking? Should I just book the next flight back home and leave? Maybe move? I’m young…I could start over in a new town…

One thing was for sure: she wasn’t going to get plastered again if she could help it. Lena didn’t know what to think…but she had the sneaking suspicion that she was just Sammie’s fallback plan. After all, she’d been all over that blonde last night. That girl was nothing like Lena! She was so upset at coming in second place with Sammie that she started to sprint. Why the hell was she upset anyways? She shouldn’t even care whether she was in first or last place as a potential suitor for her friend. Sammie was off limits, that was that.

Still…it had felt really nice to wake up with her best friend in her arms this morning.

Even more confused, she ran harder; ran so hard that her lungs burned and her calves seared with pain from all the acidic build up. But she pushed herself to keep going until she was sure that every ounce of alcohol had seeped out of her pores. When the sweat finally started pouring off of her in buckets she stopped running and then turned back around to go to the hotel room.

It was a long walk/jog back…and now a couple more people were outside. Not girls her age but older women who apparently hadn’t been all night partying. She turned bright pink as a woman whistled at her, obviously enjoying the view of a barely clothed, obviously very athletic piece of eye candy going on a run. Lena blushed, but the color was lost on her skin that was already pink from exertion.

Before she got back to the hotel room, she retraced the few steps she had remembered from last night. She ended up finding Sammie’s sunglasses and orange bikini top, as well as her own green one in a giant Lost and Found by the bar. There were a lot of articles of clothing in there…and a few pairs of panties.

Gross…so gross…maybe she should just purge her bathing suit top in fire. She wrapped up their tops in a hotel towel that was laying around on a lounger, put Sammie’s sunglasses atop her head and then headed for the café in their hotel. Lena contemplated getting breakfast for her friend…but she wasn’t sure Sammie would be able to eat anything after last night. So she held off and headed back to the room.

A grin lit up her face, Sammie was going to be so excited that Lena had found her things! Maybe she’d steal the sunglasses as her finders fee for locating the other girl’s top. They were kind of cute. Hopefully Sammie would be awake by now…

Lena stood stock still as she opened the door, her hazel eyes going wide in surprise. She had expected Sammie to be asleep! Not wandering around naked in their hotel room!

“Oh shit! I’m so sorry Sammie!” Lena seemed to realize she was staring at her friend’s naked body and soon raised both coffee cups up to shield her eyes. “I’m sorry…I just…er…I brought you coffee?” She laughed nervously and side-stepped over to the table to set the cups down, keeping her eyes on the floor. “I’m just gonna go…shower…I guess…while you change…” and with that she disappeared into the safety of the bathroom.

Well…it was good that Sammie was freaking out about Lena seeing her body, right? Maybe she didn’t remember that she had been splayed out naked for Lena to see the night before. That meant they could just ignore the elephant in the room and pretend last night never happened. Hurray! Denial!

Lena took a nice long shower to help ease her aching muscles. She was glad to finally get properly cleaned off after spending all last night a sweaty, sticky mess. By the time she was finished she felt loads better. Sammie and her were still friends. Nothing had happened last night. And they were going to have tons of fun today and nothing bad was going to happen. No more shots, no more getting plastered, no more giant scary butch lesbians…

She dried off and wrapped a towel around her long body, grumbling a little bit at where the stupid thing ended up landing. There’s a conspiracy in the hotel towel market…they’re all made for people that are 5’5”. Standing at 5’10”, the curvy athlete could barely get the towel to cover up her breasts and her pelvis at the same time. No bending, bending would be bad.

Lena peeked her head out, relieved that Sammie was dressed and made her way to her suitcase, kneeling down so that she could start rifling through her things. She was terrible at unpacking at hotels…she liked to live out of her suitcase so she didn’t leave anything behind.

“Sooo…what do you want to do today? Swim? Grab some breakfast? You hung over?”
 
"No, it's fine Lena, I just thought you were the maid.. " Sammie answered her friend awkwardly as she stood there naked. Lena seemed suddenly bashful as well and averted her eyes to put the coffee down and scurry to the bathroom. After the display Sammie had given her last night, Sammie was surprised her friend even attempted to give her some privacy. Hmmm. Maybe they were going to do the "it never happened" approach to dealing with last night. Always the easiest way to handle awkward situations.

But, Sammie felt a twinge of disappointment and hurt. She knew this was the best way to handle it, but that damned fantasy came back of waking up in Lena's arms and having Lena like her as more than a friend. She couldn't get her hopes up. Lena was drunk and did something crazy last night, but she didn't like Sammie like that. That was a one off, drunken escapade that would only be masturbation fodder for the rest of Sammie's lonely life. Living by herself with a cat. Remembering that one night with Lena. Snap out of it! She cursed herself.

She picked the striped red bikini, this one also string and maybe even less fabric than her orange one. She slipped it on and then put on a wrap cover up, tying it around her waist. She sat on a chair and started to sip the coffee, waiting for Lena to come out.

When Lena came out in the towel Sammie almost spat her mouthful of coffee out, although she tried to hide her reaction. Far from defusing Sammie's lust, Lena was in a ridiculously short towel that her breasts threatened to burst out of with every step. And as Lena turned to walk to her suitcase, the bottom halves of her ass cheeks were visible. Her attempt to modestly kneel to pick out her clothes just resulted in an eyeful of succulent white flesh for Sammie to ogle. She had worn herself out masturbating last night, but today was a new day and she felt heat rising in her depths again despite her lingering hangover.

"Fuck Lena, I obviously know you have a cute butt, but if you keep flashing it to me I'm going to remember what we did last night!" Sammie blurted out with a grin. Then her grin faded quickly and her cheeks colored red as she realized what she had just said. Stupid Sammie. Don't joke about the Thing that Must Not be Discussed! "U-uh... I mean I'm joking because you are showing me your ass... I mean obviously that's why. N-not that I was looking. I wouldn't do that of course. I thought it was funny that I saw it while not looking, that's all. You know - because of what we-- nothing." She sipped her coffee.

Now Lena was looking at her. Oh Shit. Sammie flipped her sunglasses down and looked past her friend at the view of the beautiful sunny day through the doors to the balcony.

"I am hungover and suggest a nice greasy breakfast and maybe going to the beach," she said quickly.
 
Lena grinned as she looked over to her stammering best friend. Sammie was so cute when she was bashful. And in that striped bikini she looked absolutely delicious. Maybe she should just lose the towel, saunter right up to her and straddle her. Place those large breasts she loved to ogle right in front of her face and see just how bashful she could get…

WHAT?! NO! Don’t do that! You guys are supposed to be pretending the whole thing never happened! Alright?! So go! Pretend!

“Hungover? You lightweight!” Lena giggled, trying her best to keep things light and fun. It was cute though…Sammie was rambling so bad that Lena couldn’t get a word in edgewise until she finally said what she wanted to do today. “Give me two seconds and I’ll be ready.” With that, she grabbed her things and left to retreat into the bathroom with a new sway in her step. One that made the towel ride just a little higher for Sammie’s viewing pleasure. Oh if only she knew just how high the towel was now riding up in the front...just about baring Lena's smooth sex.

It only took a moment for Lena to come out, once again in one of her sporty bikinis. This one was a light blue with a pair of boyshorts type bottoms. Her breasts were held tightly by the top, offering a little more support and making them look much more perky than when she had been naked last night. The boyshorts bottoms left much more to the imagination than Sammie’s bikini and gave Lena the athletic tomboy look she usually sported; especially when she wore her curly brown hair up in a pony tail like she was doing right now. She wrapped a sheer sarong around her hips that matched. The fabric fell low on her legs, down to her ankles. But to keep from looking like a total prude, she tied it right above her thigh instead of by the side; causing one long, shapely leg to be teasingly uncovered.

“Okay! I’m all set!” She smiled at Sammie...though noticed her friend still appeared to be a little uncomfortable. Lena bit her lip…seeming to contemplate something for a moment as she looked at her friend. She knew she was laid back and would have an easier time pretending nothing was bothering her than Sammie would. So she tried to put her friend a little more at ease, it would make for a very awkward breakfast and rest of the day if Sammie was on edge. “You know…it’s okay right? Last night and everything. You know you’re still my best buddy Sammie and I still love you, right?”
 
Sammie was cursing her stupidity in her head as Lena walked to the bathroom to change. Her eyes, now hidden behind sunglasses, lingered on Lena's strutting walk that seemed to bare more of that luscious pale ass with each step. Sammie's neck arched as she watched her friend walk by until the bathroom door firmly shut and hid her from view.

Sammie had composed herself again by the time Lena emerged, but lost her resolve seeing Lena in another sexy outfit, long leg bared teasingly in the primarily decorative sarong. What a stupid idea going on a vacation at the beach with your straight best friend that you have a massive crush on. A crush? Yes, Sammie admitted finally, it was definitely more than just physical lust. Great, another day of being teased by Lena. Maybe once her hangover wore off she could subtly ply her friend with drinks and get her in the mood for another session of play. That thought quickened her pulse and colored her cheeks slightly.

Sammie listened to Lena's speech and grinned, opening her mouth to reply and then paused and actually thought about what to say instead of sticking her foot in her mouth. Lena was still her friend, which was the important thing, and not fazed by what happened! "Haha, thanks - I'm just a little hungover and it's all a bit fuzzy." She bit her lower lip at the half-truth. Better to act like normal, right? "But if we don't get some food soon you are looking good right now as breakfast instead, so let's go hottie!" There, another little jab like she might have said before last night. A jab with more truth behind it than the sarcasm Lena would have assumed yesterday morning though!

Things seemed normal as they chatted about what to do on the way to the outdoor restaurant near the bar and pool. As they walked to an empty table, Sammie felt her stomach drop seeing Emily, dressed nicely again and with light makeup on already, sitting at a table with a bunch of her girlfriends. They all paused to stare at Lena and Sammie with wide eyes and whispered comments. Emily gave a thin, nervous smile as Sammie glanced over at her. Steeling herself, Sammie gave a casual wave as they walked by and then, feeling cruel, lifted her sunglasses to give Emily a wink that set her friends to tittering and Emily to turn bright red and look down. Sometimes you have to play the wild lesbian role for the kids.

"Ugh," she said to Lena as they sat down. "It's starting to all come back to me. I hope we don't have to do battle again with your friend. I don't think I have the fight in me today!"

As they ate breakfast things were feeling almost normal again. Some giggles about last night, face palms and teasing on both sides, and of course no mention about what happened in the room afterwards. Perfectly on plan. But as they headed down to the beach, Sammie felt a little apprehension grow in her.

"Lena, it's cool if I go topless again, right?" she asked, glancing up at her taller friend as her hand drifted behind her back to play with her bikini top's knot. Her chest arched forward as she did it, pushing her small breasts out and making them look fuller, straining in the tiny triangles of cloth that covered them.
 
Lena was nothing but smiles on their way down to the restaurant. Playfully nudging and teasing Sammie about her hangover still. This was good. Today was going to be awesome. And then they ran into stupid Emily. Emily who oozed so much estrogen that it made Lena’s ovaries hurt. Lena could look nice if she wanted to! It was just…a pain in the ass. Then she’d have to straighten her hair…put on make-up…wear a dress. And dresses were impractical. No pockets, she’d have to sit with her legs closed. And if she wore a dress then she’d have to wear nice shoes which would probably be a heel…making her even more ridiculously.

Alright…so fine. She’s a little jealous of the petite blonde…maybe a lot of jealous. This was stupid. Lena hadn’t felt uncomfortable about her body since she was 18. Why was she all of the sudden jealous about some stupid barely legal blonde? Lena set her jaw. Not gonna get mad…not gonna get mad....

Grrr…stupid little feminine brat that probably would have weighed less than100lbs wet if it weren’t for those damn breasts!!!!!!! Even her girlfriends were all super feminine! They looked like a bunch of cute fuzzy woodland critters! While Lena looked more like the massive tigeress that was going to eat them. She willed her features to relax…she didn’t want to have a conversation about what was wrong. Then she’d have to tell Sammie how she felt. And that would just be all sorts of awkward since Lena obviously wasn’t her type. But maybe her friend would just mistake the irritation in her hazel eyes for the mention of Michelle, not the sight of Sammie flirting with Emily.

“Heh…yeah well…I don’t think Michelle will want to play with me anymore now that she knows I’d like something a little more romantic and a little less ‘pin me into the ground’” Lena smirked…she had every intention of ignoring Michelle entirely unless the big scary butch planned on begging for some forgiveness. It was hard for Lena to hold a grudge…even if it was against someone who really deserved it.

Breakfast was pleasant. She liked the company. Usually she just had a granola bar or something back home…she hated eating alone. It might be nice if this were an every day thing between her and Sammie…

Wow girl, you’ve got it bad.

So bad that she almost missed Sammie’s question about going topless, her eyes were so glued to her friend who’s breasts were threatening to burst from the scraps of fabric and string that bound them. “Y-yeah…go ahead.” Lena grinned. “Not like they’re covering up much anyways!” Lena on the other hand, was content to leave her top on and just get out of her sarong.
 
Sammie let out an exhale of relief and slipped her top off, letting her small breasts spill out to jiggle and bounce as they walked in the sand to the loungers.

"Thanks, I hate wearing a top when I'm at a topless beach," she said, using her sunglasses to ogle the many wonderful pairs of bare breasts all around them. Every shape and size. It was a lot more crowded at the beach today and they found a set of loungers at the end, walking a gauntlet of lesbians checking out the sexy pair. Sammie had that fuzzy feeling again, imagining them as a real couple and the envy of so many discerning female eyes. Calm down, she repeated to herself. Lena is just your friend. Hopefully your fingering friend again at least tonight.

They lay down on the lounger's, Sammie's breasts flattening to almost nothing she noticed with a little pout. It was still early and the sun weak and she delayed applying lotion for a bit.

"So.. ah, there is another big dance tonight," she said to make conversation. "Sponsored by a vibrator company... they're giving out free products to everyone! Can you imagine what THAT dance floor is going to be like?" She snickered and glanced at her friend, wishing that she'd take her top off and just let her look at those glorious breasts again.

"That'll be easier on my wrist than last night was at least!" Sammie said giggling and shaking her wrist like it was tired. Suddenly she colored red. Oh Shit! She wasn't supposed to joke about that part of the evening. Fuck, fuck, fuck. There she went again with her stupid big mouth!

"Sorry - I didn't mean to..." she stammered and shook her head. "Fuck, Lena... I do remember what we did last night. We probably shouldn't have, I don't want to complicate things with you. It was fun... I mean really fun. I know you are straight, or whatever you are, and I'm not going to be hitting on you, don't worry! I just want us to be normal and act like we did before we got really drunk. Friends right?" It was her attempt to reassure Lena and bring up the subject more directly than Lena's admission this morning. "I'm going to say stupid stuff always and it's worse if I have to act like it never happened."

There, her admission was out. Besides, Lena wasn't attracted to her sexually, she knew that. Better to clear the air and move on versus skirt the issue. Tonight would be fun and maybe she'd coax some more masturbation, but she resolved to not expect any more than eye candy from her friend. She just wasn't Lena's type, but maybe... maybe she could make herself a little more butch for her friend? Hmm.. that was an interesting thought. And finally her hangover was starting to fade... a nice pina colada actually sounded good.
 
Yeah…they probably shouldn’t have done anything so crazy last night…right… Lena felt her heart constrict a little bit as Sammie poured out hers. She couldn’t help but feel like Sammie had regretted the whole thing the way she talked about it. Well…what did she expect? Sammie thought she was straight and Lena still wasn’t quite entirely sure what the hell she was either. Well…one thing was for sure: she definitely liked Sammie much more than a friend at this point.

Ugh…when did she turn into such a pussy? If there was a guy she wanted, she’d go and get him. Now there was a girl she wanted…so what the hell was stopping her? Pffft. Sammie wasn’t going to be hitting on her huh? Oh that sounded like a challenge to her…one that could be solved by a cute silver and black dress she had packed on a whim. Hah! If Sammie wanted a feminine girl, Lena would give her a feminine a girl. She was going to be asking ‘Emily who?’ by the time Lena was done with her.

“It’s okay Sammie…really. Nothing’s complicated… You wouldn’t be you if you didn’t have such a mouth,” she grinned at her friend. Confident Lena was back! Even her posture appeared to change and she became so bold as to take off her bathing suit top, large breasts markedly more tan than they had been yesterday.

When the waitress came around, Lena just settled on a Midori sour…something that was about half as strong as what she had been drinking yesterday. She didn’t want to be black out drunk today…her plans would require her to be at least able to walk without stumbling.

They passed most of the day outside, goofing around and chatting for hours just like they had yesterday. Finally Lena had had enough of the loungers and was ready to play in the water as the sun began to hang lower in the sky. She was surprised that they had been outside just talking about random nonsense for hours!

“Come on! Let’s go have some fun in the water before it gets dark!” With that she hopped off of her lounger, slid her top back on so her breasts didn't go flying everywhere, and grabbed Sammie by the hand, tugging her friend all the way to the water. Not releasing her until she was close enough to give Sammie a nice push to send her into to the waves before diving in right after her.

Even though her best friend could swim circles around her, that didn’t stop Lena from showing off how athletic she was. Basketball had left her pretty well rounded with her strength. Not all legs like a track girl and not all arms like a softball player. So when Sammie came around to try to drown her today, Lena was ready to grapple with her friend. When Sammie pounced on top of her Lena just stood her ground and caught her. Lena giggled, arms wrapped tightly around Sammie; pressing her breasts up against her best friend’s with only the thin layer of Lena’s bathing suit between them as the shorter girl struggled to get free.

It was getting late…the sun was starting to hang lower in the sky and Lena turned away from her captive just to take a look at the sunset. “It’s really pretty huh? Thanks for bringing me out here Sammie…” With a bright smile she turned back to her friend, noticing that they were just inches apart and Sammie was still wrapped up in her arms…that she could easily lean down and kiss the girl that was rapidly becoming her sole focus this vacation.

“Sorry…” She blushed bright pink and let her friend go. “Come on…we should get back to the hotel and get dressed…”
 
The day got a lot better after Sammie's speech to Lena. Her friend seemed to also find relief in discussing the pink elephant between them and both of them visibly relaxed. Lena seemed happier and had her energy back, even taking her constrictive top off and letting her gorgeous breasts out to play again. Sammie was never more thankful Lena had found her dark sunglasses than at that moment.

A glorious day it turned out to be, in fact. Enough alcohol for a pleasant buzz, but both girls were wary of returning to yesterday's drunken state. It was hard to not be happy on a beautiful beach in the tropics. Goofing around, playing pranks, reading books for long periods of time in content silence, detailed commentary on the lesbian flirting going on around them, and a nice long walk. It was a perfect way to spend a day with your best friend, particularly when she was topless for almost all of it. A better day to have spent with your girlfriend. Sammie let out a sigh again at that persistent thought that kept returning. She had to get that out of her mind.

Throughout the day she also couldn't help but wonder at the girls Lena's gaze seemed to linger on. Or the occasional lost and confused man that wandered by that Lena tracked like a hawk eying a mouse. Sammie might be making things up, but she felt like her own suspicions that Lena preferred butch women, or men, kept being confirmed. Did her gaze linger on that girl with short hair over there? Or that girl with the amazingly ripped back? Perhaps that woman doing push-ups by the ocean caught Lena's eye longer than it should? Sammie's mind spun with confirmatory evidence of her own theory of why Lena had jumped into Michelle's arms last night. If only Sammie was a little bigger, dressed a little less feminine, and had shorter hair. She sighed again.

As the day wound down, Sammie let Lena pull her into the ocean for another dip. This time enjoying her friend's firm grip and following her bouncing body passively down the sand. Lena had unfortunately put her top back on, but her body was still amazing to watch move. So graceful and lean. Another playful shove by Lena that Sammie did her best acting job to pretend she hadn't expected and another sneak attack by Sammie to try and dunk her friend. But this time Lena was expecting her and easily caught her in her stronger arms, laughing.

Sammie laughed back and playfully struggled against her bigger friend, enjoying this feeling of Lena holding her captive, strong arms around her and her breasts pressed against her friend's. She was acutely aware of her own nipples, hard from the ocean, rubbing against Lena's bathing suit and Lena's own nipples brushing back through that suit as they pushed against each other in the gentle waves.

Lena called out the gorgeous sunset that was starting, the sky on fire in front of the two friends as Sammie felt her breathing quicken. It was like some kind of lesbian Hallmark postcard moment with the two of them, save for the fact Lena was straight or at least didn't like feminine girls. Lena's head turning spun Sammie's around and she was shocked at how close they were. Sammie was looking up at her friend and could arch her neck just slightly and kiss those full lips if she desired. Lena's hazel eyes stared into Sammie's own and Sammie almost closed hers and parted her lips in expectation of a kiss, but Lena's face colored and she awkwardly released her grip and apologized.

Sammie would have stumbled if she wasn't chest deep in water and she gave a nervous laugh. Lena probably realized what she had done by accident and felt bad that she might have led Sammie on. Sammie felt a twinge in her chest and was glad Lena's face was turned and missed the pained look that crossed her face. Her friend's inadvertent teasing both stoked the embers of hope that Lena liked her, and threw cold water on those smoldering coals at the same time.

"You have to be careful Lena, holding a girl like that in this kind of setting might make her fall in love with you!" joked Sammie as Lena started to wade in. But her jab just felt like a blow to her own stomach.

They walked up to the hotel after drying off and Sammie's mind turned to the party tonight. She still thought about Lena's preference for butch women and realized she might be able to do something superficial to her appearance tonight, something that could be enough to make Lena look at her differently. As they reached the lobby, Sammie spoke up.

"Hey, Lena, why don't you go and shower and get ready first, I'm going to go to the little store and buy some things I forgot. I'll be up in a second so have your clothes on or I'll have to spank you for teasing your lesbian friend yet again!" she joked.

There was slim pickings in the hotel boutique, but she was able to find what she needed. A white linen long-sleeved button down shirt. She could roll up the sleeves and wear a pair of khaki shorts she had brought. Combined with pulling her hair back into a ponytail and minimal makeup, she could be as near to a butch in appearance as she could pull of without a total makeover. If Lena didn't notice her tonight, Sammie resigned herself to the thought that her friend's lack of interest went beyond her physical appearance to Lena's sexual preference, or even worse, Sammie's personality. That last thought sent a shudder through her.
 
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Lena eyed her friend suspiciously. What on earth could Sammie possibly need? Ah whatever…it would be good for her friend to be out of the room anyways. Lena would need to monopolize the bathroom for about an hour. As soon as Sammie headed away, Lena hurried back up to their hotel room so that she could grab a super quick shower to rinse off the ocean and then blow-dry her hair.

Looking super feminine took time…way too much time. Which was why Lena only busted out her very femme appearance for funerals and weddings only. While she wore dresses often to go out, she wasn’t really a make-up kind of girl even though she owned and always carried around everything she needed just in case. Never know when someone would need to borrow something or she'd need it herself. She’d been in a sorority in college…it had sort of instilled in her this idea of always being prepared to look her best, even when she didn’t plan to need to in the first place. But now it paid off to have everything she needed in her suitcase. And Sammie had picked on her for packing too much crap! Well…Hah! Take that Sammie!

After her shower she gathered her supplies and retreated into the bathroom, locking the door behind her. First thing was first...she needed to do something about her curly hair...make it a little more refined and polished. She hated straightening her hair…ever since her mother had caught her ear in the hot iron for her sister’s wedding, Lena had grown afraid of the device. But it was the only thing that could tame her wild mane. So she set to work flattening the curls, the straightener making her dark brown hair shine as well as look and feel extra silky. By the time she was finished straightening her hair, she heard Sammie come into the room and knock on the door. Damnit! She wasn’t done yet…

“Just another minute! Almost done!” Usually Lena really was just another minute…but mascara doesn’t allow anyone to be just a minute for anything. She was pretty fair with eyeliner…but mascara made her die a little on the inside when she had to put it on. Thankfully she managed to do her eyes without poking herself in the eyeball or smearing anything! Just a touch of lipstick that was close to her natural color and boom! Make-up completed! On to the dress!

The hot steam from the shower had helped get rid of all the wrinkles in her silver dress with little black pin-striped beading. The dress had a little extra support so she wasn’t too worried about not wearing a bra…even though it was incredibly evident that she was going without one; if the plunging neckline didn’t give it away, nothing else would. To offset the risqué neckline, the hem of her dress came up mid-thigh; high enough to give sexy glimpses of her long, shapely legs, but low enough to still be tasteful. As tempted as she was to go commando, she ended up sliding on a black lace thong…more because it made her feel sexy and confident than anything else.

Silver earrings and a matching necklace and she was pretty much done! Well…except for the perfume she dabbed on her wrists and then spread behind her ears and right between her breasts. The sandalwood and cedar undertones that had powdery melony top notes suited her; a blend of strength and femininity.

Okay, -now- she was done...well...except for the zipper in the back, Sammie would have to help her out with that. She grinned a bit as she admired her work in the mirror. Excellent job Lena! If this outfit didn’t turn Sammie into a stammering mess she’d have to assume her friend was turning back towards the straight side! Sure, she didn't look like an innocent little coed, but she definitely looked like a woman who would know exactly what she wanted in the bedroom. And if she ended up to be a blundering fool tonight. So what? She knew what she liked and what felt good to her, she could probably figure out the whole lesbian sex thing with a little hands on experience.

Lena still had a smile on her lips as she exited the bathroom. The dress threatened to fall right off of her because it was still unzipped in the back...but she was careful not to let it fall off of her. Hazel eyes warm and bright as she caught Sammie’s eye. She definitely wasn't a cute innocent little bunny like Emily. But she managed to pull off a very sexy little minx look quite well.

“Sorry…took a little longer to get ready than I thought it would.” She smiled apologetically. "Do you think you could help me out and zip up the back for me?" Lena turned around so Sammie could see that the back of her dress was undone all the way to her lower back. She peered over her shoulder at her friend, wondering if Sammie's hands could even stay steady for this. This view had always left her boyfriends a bumbling mess of anticipation of what it would be like to get the dress back off of her.
 
Sammie was lying on the bed watching TV and wondering what the hell was taking Lena so long. She had never gone on vacation with her before, but she'd gotten ready to go out before and the girl was fast. Lightning fast. Sammie was the one in the bathroom redoing her makeup, changing outfits, trying on different shoes, and in general being a woman about the whole process. Lena was beautiful enough and had such an amazing body she could just throw whatever she wanted on, skip any heavy makeup, and walk out the door!

This was getting ridiculous and Sammie started to wonder what she was doing in there for real. She remembered Lena's drunken comment about masturbating in the shower. Hmmm. That was a hot thought and Lena seemed to think it a "go to" spot. Sammie turned down the volume of the TV and cocked her head to listen for any untoward moans. She already knew first hand that Lena was not quiet at all and she strained to hear anything. Suddenly the door opened and Sammie jumped in bed from fright. She turned off the TV to hide that she was watching with no volume and glanced up at her friend.

"What the hell was..." she started to say in mock anger, but then she saw what Lena was wearing and her question died in her throat. Wow. Lena was all dressed up in a way that she'd only seen her maybe once or twice. At big events, like a holiday party or a wedding. Her hair was flattened and shone silky smooth. And there was makeup on her face. A fair amount of it for Lena and very meticulously applied. Her friend's already full lips seemed to pop now with an accent of natural colored lipstick and her hazel eyes shone in the mascara and eyeliner that framed them.

Sammie's eyes went down her friend's body slowly, getting wider as she lowered them. Where had she found that dress? It was simply stunning and the valley of her cleavage was mesmerizing. She had no bra on and, despite the support of the dress, her breasts seemed about to spill out. Those tempting mounds seemed to move of their own accord with every motion Lena made. The dress hugged Lena's body tightly and ended short enough to show off plenty of her long legs that were sheathed in real heels.

"Whoah," was all Sammie could say, remembering to close the jaw that she had dropped. "You look amazing... hot date tonight?" She grinned at the last part and wondered who Lena was trying to impress. Maybe she did want to find another girl tonight... Sammie felt a gnawing worry grow into a knot in her stomach. She was clearly on the hunt for someone.

When Lena turned and asked for help with the zipper, Sammie found herself springing up a little too enthusiastically. The view of the bare expanse of Lena' back was something Sammie had seen all day, but it was way more revealing and erotic to her eyes as something secret that should be covered. She zipped her friend up with a little whimper that she hoped Lena couldn't hear, mind replaying the zipping motion in reverse as she imagine stripping her friend later. And was that perfume she smelled on Lena? She couldn't recall her friend wearing perfume ever before. She had to get out of here before she did something really bad.

"Ok, well.. umm.. I'll be quick," said Sammie and ran into the bathroom and slammed the door, breathing heavily as she leaned against it. If she had been out there a second later she may have just flat out jumped her friend and tried to make out with her then and there. Lena was simply too hot for her to deal with right now. And what about her plan? Butching herself up? The last thing she wanted to do right now was make herself less attractive. She wanted to put on the slinkiest dress she brought and spend an hour doing her hair and makeup until Lena couldn't take her eyes off her.

But maybe Lena actually would take her eyes off her if she looked like that. Sammie had a sudden epiphany... Lena was all dressed up because that is how she viewed herself sexually. As an attractive and very femme woman. And that's why she liked butch women, they made her feel like a woman! Sammie trying to dress up like a femme would just be another rival to Lena for some butch woman's attention. Throughout Sammie's entire friendship with Lena she had always assumed the girl was on the butch side of the scale. Sure she was hot and feminine, but she was a tall, athletic and muscled basketball player. She dressed super casual and didn't fuss over her appearance. Everything had hinted butch! But she realized now that Lena viewed herself sexually as more of a femme, at least based on the outfit she had just chosen. That's how she dressed to attract attention. The right thing to do to get Lena's attention was to stick with her original plan. As unattractive as Sammie feared her masculine outfit might make her look, it had to be the best way to get Lena's eye.

She took a hot shower, so tempted to touch herself quietly to the image of Lena all done up, but she didn't want to take too long and part of her wanted to save the sexual tension that had been building in her all day for later tonight. Just in case the stars actually aligned.

Getting dressed when you are not trying to look femme was quicker than she imagined. New thong and then wriggling into her khaki shorts. They were tight and showed off a lot of Sammie's own long legs. Given how small her breasts were and scrawny the rest of her body was, Sammie decided that showing off her legs was the one concession she would still make to flaunting something overtly feminine. As toned and strong as they were from soccer, they were most definitely shaved, smooth and female legs. She put on a lacy matching bra to her thong, a bra that wouldn't push up or exaggerate her small breasts. Then she pulled on the white linen button down shirt, buttoning it up to just above her bra and rolling the sleeves up high on her arms. You could get a little peek down her chest if you tried, but for the most part the baggy shirt hid her breasts. She frowned and pulled the bottom edges together, tempted to tie them in a knot and pull the fabric tight against her breasts. Yes that was definitely more feminine. But, with a sigh, she let the ends drop and resigned herself to looking more like a man in a white shirt and khakis than a woman.

Next came her hair and makeup. She brushed out her long dark brown hair and pulled it back into a ponytail. It showed off her face and made her look close to what she would look like with short hair, especially from the front. Finally she applied an extremely light amount of natural makeup, barely enhancing her lips and eyes and unnoticeable outside of the bright light of the mirror.

She turned several times to examine herself in the full length mirror. From her thighs up she looked very masculine and could pass for a guy at a distance. Form the thighs down, and perhaps her ass in the tight shorts if she bent over, she looked extremely feminine. She slipped a pair of leather sandals on and gave herself one last nod.

"Ok Sammie, you can do this, show Lena that you can be the butch girl of her dreams. You're not a silly girly girl that won't make Lena feel like a woman," she whispered to her reflection. The face that stared back at her showed only dread and uncertainty.

With a sigh, she opened the door and flashed her best smile at Lena.

"See, I told you I'd be fast.. I'm going with a more casual look tonight, but don't change yours... I think you look amazing and I'm sure I'll be under dressed," she said with a grin lifting her arms to let Lena have a look at her hopefully butch outfit. "You ready hot stuff? Your date is here!" she said with a nervous laugh.
 
“Hmm no…no hot date, at least not yet. But you never know, maybe I’ll find someone cute and sweet.” Lena couldn’t help but grin like the cat that ate the canary. Sammie’s wide-eyed and stupefied reaction was just what she had been hoping to receive. And was that a little whimper that she had just heard as her dress was zipped up? Lena let herself relax, pushing herself just a tiny bit into Sammie’s hands.

And then the other girl was gone! Bolted straight for the bathroom! Lena giggled as Sammie slammed the door, wondering if she was going to take a moment to relieve the sexual tension that Lena was building. Now that would be something…Sammie pleasuring herself to just Lena in the dress that she now wore to attract her best friend, rather than masturbating furiously to images of her incredibly lewd, drunken display last night.

With a smirk, she lay down on the bed to watch TV, flipping idly through the channels. She kept her legs lightly crossed as she reclined on the bed, propped up on some pillows. This is why she hated dresses: she had to be mindful of how she sat.

The Bio nerd had managed to get herself sucked into some documentary about bees and orchids by the time Sammie came out of the shower. Yeah…she was little lame sometimes. But if anyone asked, bees were pretty awesome. They communicate the location of food via some really intricate dances! And orchids are the largest family of plants! How cool is that?! …Okay…so maybe she’s just –really- lame.

Her ears perked at the sound of the bathroom door opening and she began to carefully climb out of the bed so that she could go meet Sammie. Ahhhh! Damn dress! Stop moving! She ran her fingers over the skirt to smooth it out and keep it low, resisting the urge to just yank the misbehaving fabric downwards. Finally she managed to get up, hopefully a little more gracefully than she felt. Her eyes went a bit wide when she saw Sammie.

What…the…hell…? She blinked, obviously surprised at Sammie’s choice in dress. This was the girl that was late just about every time they went out with friends because she took –forever- doing herself up. And now she was without an ounce of make up and was now wearing something that was soooo conservative. What the hell happened?

Aw who are we kidding? Sammie could have come out wearing a potato sack and Lena would have thought she was gorgeous. About 50% of her attraction towards her best friend stemmed from that: them just being friends. The other half well…who wouldn’t fall in love with those bright blue eyes and that smile that always got Sammie out of trouble?

So maybe Sammie was just trying to embrace her newfound lesbianism. She had remembered girls going through a ‘rainbow phase’ in college. They’d wear rainbow bracelets, patches, etc. in order to advertise that they were lesbians. Her friend was probably just exploring her self-image and figuring out what type of lesbian she wanted everyone else to see. Maybe Sammie was just trying to advertise that she was a butch so that she could get a girl. There had been many more femmes than there were butches last night…. maybe this was all some sort of weird, lesbian, mating ritual to attract a mate.

Or maybe stupid super femme Emily liked butches…ugh. Well come on Lena! Show Sammie you can be supportive as she struggles to recreate herself as a lesbian butch instead of a bisexual femme! She obviously looks a little nervous… Plus the outfit isn’t –that- bad…its just not Sammie.

“You look very cute, Sammie. Casual looks good on you.” She smiled warmly. Well she did like the collared shirt at least. “Hold still…your collar looks a little messed up in the back.” Lie. But Lena was going to use every trick in the book to ensure Sammie would be coming home her tonight. She closed the distance between them and reached up to start working with Sammie’s collar. Her fingers glided along the back of the other girl’s neck as she pretended to fix the back. Then traced forwards over Sammie’s collar bone as she evened out the front. Lena lightly grasped the material of the shirt, giving just the slightest tug as she began to adjust the center-line, making sure that it was even. “There…much better,” she whispered before stepping back to admire Sammie.

“My date is here huh? Finally asking me out? I thought you weren’t going to hit on me tonight.” Lena grinned as she teased. But since Sammie was her self-proclaimed date, she wasn’t going to object, not by a long shot. In fact she decided to encourage her. After all, Lena was used to pushing men to make the first move…a little too afraid to make the jump herself. So tonight would be spent pushing Sammie to break.

So to help boost Sammie’s confidence, Lena nonchalantly laced their arms together. Her fingers rested lightly on her friend’s forearm as they made their way down to the outdoor restaurant where the party was already in full swing. Even though they weren’t even close yet it was easy to hear the thrumming bass.

“You know if you want to be my date tonight, that means you have to dance with me, right?” Lena grinned. For whatever reason, Sammie had always avoided dance floors. Lena could never understand why, she couldn’t be that bad…could she?”
 
Sammie felt herself blush like a schoolgirl as Lena examined her. She could tell her friend was surprised by her appearance, very surprised. But Sammie's stomach churned in worry about whether she liked her like this, no makeup and looking rather boyish she thought. Maybe she just didn't have the body and face to pull off a butch look. Perhaps Lena wanted more of a man than Sammie could deliver with her scrawny body. Fuck she was so hard to figure out.

Then Lena was there next to her, standing so close and hands reaching around her neck to fix her collar. How had Sammie missed something silly like a collar misaligned? She didn't complain though with Lena's body suddenly inches away and smelling so feminine. The position almost forced Sammie's eyes to stare down into Lena's cleavage as she nodded her head foward to allow her friend to reach her collar. She let her gaze get lost in that valley of succulent flesh, imagining her tongue sliding down the sides of one of those breasts as wishing she could dive headfirst into them. Yum. And the feel of her slender fingers on the sensitive skin of Sammie's neck. Mhmm. That tug on her shirt, a little harder might be nice. Wait, did she just moan out load? Shit! Her body tingled at Lena's touch and she gave an involuntary shudder as she snapped her eyes back to Lena's.

"Hah, watch it, that tickles!" she said as Lena finally stepped back. "I'm not hitting on you silly, you only need to hit on a girl if you want to try and get them sleep with you. I've already got you in my bed, this is more just stoking your fires for later!"

She winked at Lena to show her it was a joke, but was surprised when Lena grinned and put her arm in hers in reply. She seemed awfully flirty and interested in touching Sammie tonight and Sammie felt her heart skip a beat. Could it be that there was some reciprocal emotion growing in Lena's heart? Something beyond just friendship? Even sexual desire was fine, at least to get her over the ache that been building between her legs all day. Love or romantic interest was too much to hope for, of course. Or was this all just another escalation of the flirty but solely humorous teasing Lena had been giving her since they arrived?

They were reaching the party when Lena brought up dancing and Sammie almost tripped, shocked out of her fantasies of Lena kissing her with the reality that her friend was going to drag her out on the dance floor. Sammie's face went white and her eyes flicked to her friend with a little anguish. Sammie didn't dance. She went on dance floors when she was drunk and flailed around, but it wasn't dancing. The best she could hope for was finding some other attractive partner and grinding against them while they led everything. But, she couldn't turn Lena down. She knew her friend loved to dance and if she went out there alone it would be like chum being thrown to sharks. She'd never get her back.

"D-dance? Sure, of course babe," Sammie answered, trying to act nonchalant. "Let's get a drink first though." She felt a cold sweat break out, definitely not because of the warm tropical night. She'd have to get something strong, maybe a vodka on the rocks. Make that a double. "And oh look! There is the vibrator company's table! Let's grab ours before they run out!" She pulled Lena towards that booth in the corner which had a large crowd around it as women were picking toys out to take home.
 
Sammie was just full of surprises tonight. Lena never had seen her get anything strong before; having always assumed that Sammie’s scrawny butt could never handle anything like straight vodka. She herself was going to forgo the frou-frou drinks she had been getting for something a little stronger, just a mojito. As the bartender was busy muddling the mint leaves Sammie noticed the crowd of women picking out vibrators. Lena noticed her friend looking...she couldn’t possibly want to go over there… “Ack! Sammie!” Lena had just enough time to squeak and grab her cocktail before getting tugged along towards the tables of toys. As Sammie managed to squeeze her lithe body through the crowd of women, Lena was glad that she was a little more muscular so she could move bodies with just a little nudge.

“Eek! What the…?!” Lena jumped as she felt a sharp little pain on her rear…did someone just pinch her ass?! She didn’t get a chance to see the owner of the offending hand though. Sammie gave her a tug before she could get a good look; her little friend seemed very interested in picking out a new toy.

Lena on the other hand was much more apprehensive about a vibrator. She didn’t really own toys, much preferring a more intimate touch. And she had a detachable showerhead in her bathroom back home, which explained why she liked to find a little stress relief in the shower, so why on earth would she need a battery powered vibrator? The selection was unbelievable and so overwhelming! Vibrators of every shape, size and color were all over the table. Some of them were shaped very oddly, like they were meant for…oh…those were vibrating buttplugs. Heh…well look at that…they seemed to have brought everything ladies needed for a good time.

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There were several women behind the table answering questions and helping women choose a toy that was right for them. It was a crazy night! Even with a full crew of consultants Chelsea still felt like they were drowning in potential customers curious about their products. As much as the company spent on this give-away and party, they'd easily make it up with the flood of online orders as women recommended their products to friends and ordered more adventurous toys and lubes for themselves.

Chelsea was a little punky blonde with an asymmetrical bob and ears full of piercings. Probably the typical person one would expect to buy sex toys from. But she was super friendly! And soon spotted the couple holding hands, heading this way. Aw they were cute…the little butch was probably trying to convince her skittish femme girlfriend to pick out a toy to spice up their bedroom life. It was a little odd though, she would’ve expected the tall one to be the butch…but with tits like that she was glad that the taller girl wasn’t hiding them in a men’s shirt! Butches always snag up all the good ones. What a bummer.

“Hey there ladies! I’m Chelsea. I’m a consultant for Purrfect Vibes who are proudly sponsoring tonight’s event. Let me go ahead and give you two a hand. I can see we have a first timer here.” She grinned and winked at Lena, giggling as the tall girl blushed. Chelsea loved first time toy buyers, they were so adorable in their innocence. But this poor girl! She must've had some very vanilla lovers if she was just a cute blushing mess at a table of sex toys. It was a good thing her girlfriend was going to show her a more fun way to amp up lesbian sex.

So she turned to Sammie, assuming that the butch was the one running the show. “Need any help picking out anything for you and your girlfriend? Maybe a rabbit if she hasn’t used a toy before. Very easy for her to use on herself and you to 'help' her with. We also have this double-sided vibrator though if you’re both feeling a little more adventurous and a little more intimate. And! My personal favorite, the vibrating strap-on! Works great with or without the batteries.” She motioned to the purple phallus with leather straps proudly displayed behind the table. “It’s a bit on the pricey side though, so we’re just raffling that one off to one lucky winner. But! You could order it from our website or enter the raffle, it’s free to enter.” She gave her cute, saleswoman smile to the couple now that she was finished with her sales pitch, ready and willing to give them a hand if they had any questions.
 
Sammie felt like a kid in a candy store! The table had a rainbow assortment of sex toys that almost seems to give her pleasure just by looking at them, imagining what they could do, or trying to guess where they went! Sammie had worn out a few vibrators in her day and actually needed a new one right now. But, there were so many to choose from that it was intimidating!

Fortunately the company rep, Chelsea, a cute and friendly punk pixie, saw Sammie's confusion and started to help. Sammie noticed Lena, fingers gripping Sammie's hard, staring at it all with a silly grin and a slight blush. Aww. Looks like her friend hadn't ever bought a vibrator before and was embarrassed despite the crowd of other women that were checking the display out.

"Ok, there are so many... how many can we take?" asked Sammie shaking her head in amazement.

Chelsea laughed and replied, "Only one each, but if you want more we can charge your hotel bill for them. And we are delivering these to your room tonight!"

Sammie nodded and started to ask some questions. Chelsea had a lot of knowledge, so much knowledge that Sammie began to wonder how nice it would be to have such a cute and experienced vibrator expert in her bedroom to help show her how to use all these tools of pleasure. Just listening to her talk about the features was hot, dual pleasure zones, clitoral and anal stimulators, rotating pleasure zones, waterproof and dishwasher safe construction, g-spot stimulators, high intensity modes, anal pleasure focused models, and more that she couldn't keep track of. Sammie could imagine the pierced blonde expertly applying each toy for maximal pleasure as her sexy voice described the feature in cheery detail. Yum.

Eventually Sammie decided to get a Rabbit, the design was just too tempting and she knew from prior experience how good a job it did setting her off. As she selected it, she nudged Lena.

"Come on - go ahead and pick something. It's free!" she said and pointed her towards some multi-colored traditional smooth vibrators as a good starter toy. As Lena was looking, still tentative and embarrassed to touch one, Sammie leaned in towards Chelsea and whispered, "Also put one of those vibrating butt plugs in for me... you never know if it might be fun! The small one..."

Chelsea gave her a conspiratorial chuckle and added it to the slip of paper with their room number. Sammie nudged Lena again and pointed towards the vibrating strap-on on display in the middle of the table. It was strapped on a plastic mannequin model of a woman's hips and the business end loomed menacingly large pointed towards the two friends.

"Oh and I'm totally entering the raffle for that sucker. I'm writing you in too, I'll take it if you don't want it!" she giggled and filled out the raffle slips for both of them. Her eyes kept going to the double-ended vibrator as well and after she handed Chelsea the raffle tickets she picked it up and swung it, feeling its heft. This could be a lot of fun if she had someone to use it with, she sighed. She imagined Lena and her sharing it, pressing together on their backs on the bed as they worked its length in fully, jointly sharing in the pleasure it would give them. Fuck that would be hot...

"Come on!" she said impatiently as Lena dithered amongst the assortment of dildos, Sammie's hand stroking the length of the double-ender wistfully.

"You like that one?" asked Chelsea suddenly. She thought these two were a cute couple, the confident little butch and her taller and more bashful femme friend. She smiled at them and lowered her voice. "Just go ahead and take it for free right now, I have another I can put out and we'll just pretend it got lost! Just make sure you have fun with it!"

Sammie thanked her with glee, a huge grin on her face that turned into a puzzled expression as she wondered how she was going to carry a fourteen inch double-ended vibrator around all night!
 
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