20 comments/ 131552 views/ 7 favorites Keith & Laura Ch. 01 By: pourty I stood at the end of the gate waiting for everyone to disembark from the plane. When Laura finally came out after a long string of people, she was radiant. Her long chestnut hair was tied back in a braid that fell to the middle of her back. She wore a pair of kahki shorts and a white collared shirt tied at her waist, with the collar open to mid-chest just above where I imagine her bra would have crossed her chest. When she saw me, her full lips opened with a tremendous smile and her green eyes sparkled as she spread her arms and ran to me, jumping up to wrap her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist, she hugged me tight and then planted an excited, but sisterly, kiss on my cheek and hugged me tightly once more, before letting go and standing again on her own two feet. It had been over a year since I had seen my younger step-sister, I was twenty years old and she had recently turned eighteen and graduated high school just one month before. Laura had been accepted to the same university that I was attending and, since she had barely enough money to pay tuition, I had offered to let her stay at my house. I had been in a similar situation to hers just two years before, but my grandfather had died and left me a large sum of money. Not wanting to squander it the way I imagine most college men might, I took the bulk of it and invested it in a rather nice home near the university. The money left over I left to the bankers to manage for me and give me a quarterly stipend to get through school on. It wasn't enough money to live on forever, but it would keep me in good status all through college and provide me with a good headstart thereafter. Laura talked excitedly all the way home about looking forward to college and life on her own and how much fun we were going to have this summer. She really had changed since I last saw her. She used to be an attractive young woman, though a bit on the chubby side, and a bit of a nerd, wearing conservative clothing and hanging out with chess-club types. During her senior year, however, she had become a knockout. After dieting and exercising for a year, she was lean and trim, with a figure to die for and her taste in clothing changed, too. Now she was every man's dream. I have to admit that even before that summer, I'd had somewhat of a crush on her. Even before she'd lost weight I had been attracted to her, and over the five years we lived together after our parents were married, we'd become good friends and confided in each other about nearly everything. Anything but brotherly love had been taboo between us, though. Now, as I watched her running at the mouth and gesturing with her hands, I remembered why we had always been such good friends and why I had been secretly attracted to her for years, now. We were best friends, reunited. We got home that night and as we walked through the door I was apologizing that the bed I had ordered for the guest room had not yet been delivered. I explained to Laura that I would be happy to give her my own room until it showed up and I'd take the couch. "Why don't we just share your bed?" Laura asked, "You have this huge king-sized bed, we can both sleep in it until the new bed shows up! It's not like we're kids anymore, we can handle it." Yeah, I thought, it's not like we're kids anymore... We had shared a bed once or twice as kids when relatives came to stay, but that was before puberty hit and things seemed a little different to me now, but as long as she was o.k. with it, why should I care? "Are you sure?" I asked, incredulously, "I really don't mind sleeping on the couch. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable." "Why would I feel uncomfortable?" Laura asked, "You're still my best friend. Don't worry about it." And that was it, Laura would share my bed until the new bed arrived for her. We had dinner and sat to watch TV for a while, then Laura took a shower to wash off the sweat from the day. I sat in front of the TV for a while longer, then went into the bedroom to go to bed. I hadn't heard the bathroom door open a second time, so I was really surprised to walk into the room and find Laura standing in front of her suitcase wearing nothing but a pair of french-cut black panties, rummaging around for a nightshirt. At first I just stared, like a deer caught in the headlights. Laura reached an arm to cover her chest and gave a surprised yelp. "Uh, excuse me," I said, turning my eyes away and going out the door. This was the first time I had ever seen Laura completely nude, even in a swimsuit she always had worn a one-piece. I felt embarrassed, but also had a growing firmness in my crotch as I remembered the sight of her plump, firm breasts. A moment later she came out the door, this time wearing a pair of mint-green pajamas. "Sorry," I said, as she walked into the living room and sat next to me on the couch. "I thought you were still in the bathroom." "That's o.k.," she said, "it's nothing you haven't seen before, I'm sure." We both sat there in silence for an awkward moment, neither quite knowing what to say. Then Laura turned to me, "So, since you did see, what did you think?" "Excuse me?" I asked, suddenly feeling cornered again. How was I supposed to answer that? "Well, I've lost 30 pounds in the last year, I've been working out and eating right. The last time you saw me I was a balloon in comparison. So what did you think, did you like what you saw?" Laura smiled. She was having a great time watching me squirm. "Ahh," I stalled, not sure how to respond, "well, I think you looked, ahh, just fine. Great job." I laughed nervously, I'm sure my face was beet red by now. Laura laughed, "Omigosh! You'd think I was your mother or something! You don't have to be embarrassed, Keith, it's not like were blood relatives or something." I just smiled back at her sheepishly. Laura reached an arm around me and rubbed my shoulder with her hand. "Come on, Keith, lighten up! I have an idea, why don't you take off your shirt, and we'll call it even!" I looked at her with a comic smile, "You're kidding, right?" Laura just smiled back, "C'mon, I'll give you a back rub, loosen you up a bit! I don't remember you being quite such a prude." "I'm not a prude," I objected, "it's just that you're the closest thing to a sister I'm ever likely to have and I've come to think of you that way. But I'll never turn down a back rub," I said, pulling my T-shirt over my head, "so have at it!" Laura had me lie on my stomach on the couch and she knelt on the floor to rub my back. I would never turn down a backrub from Laura, she was awesome, she always knew just where to dig in her thumbs and really knead the muscles. It felt great. She rubbed my back for a while, though it didn't seem nearly long enough to me. As I lie there with my eyes closed and Laura's magical hands stroking my back, I started to feel really aroused. It suddenly occurred to me that she was going to finish soon and might ask me to get up and give her a back rub as well or just sit with her or something, and if I stood up, she'd see the firm outline of my erection through my shorts. It felt just like high-school when the teacher asks you to come write something on the board at just the wrong time. Sure enough... "Okay, you lug, it's my turn now, get up off the couch and give me a turn!" Laura gently patted her hands on my back to punctuate the statement. I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to get up and embarrass myself, but at the same time, I couldn't think of what else to do. So I rolled over off the couch and knelt next to it, waiting for Laura to lie down in my place. I was hoping she hadn't noticed, and maybe she didn't, but before she lay down in front of me, she had an odd smile on her face, and I felt as if all my secrets were exposed, as if she knew what I was thinking without my saying, all my feelings for her in the past, my arousal as she rubbed my back, the excitement of walking into the room and seeing her exposed chest for the first time. I looked away from her gaze shyly as she lay down before me. I began to rub her back through her pajama top, my shirt still off, but I had been so preoccupied with not letting her see my erection that it didn't even occur to me that I was still naked from the waist up. I tried to knead her muscles through the pajama top but was obviously not doing the primo job she had done for me. After a few moments she finally said something. "Here," she said, reaching to the bottom of her pajama shirt, "help me pull this up to my shoulders so you can rub my back without it." I reached down to help her pull up the shirt on her back, but it wasn't loose enough to stretch over her shoulders without slipping past her chest, which I didn't attempt by any means. "I can just slip my hands under," I said, "it will be fine." "No, it's too uncomfortable this way. Why don't you go look in my bathroom bag, I have some massage oil in there, and while your getting that, I'll situate myself a little better here." "O.k.," I said. I stood up and walked to the bathroom to find her bag, fighting myself mentally over whether to take my time and give her a chance to 'situate herself' or rush as fast as I could to see if I could catch sight of her without a shirt again. I decided on the former, as any gentleman would, and waited in the bathroom until I heard her call me. "Did you find it?" She called, "or did you get lost in there?" I had found it upon the first glance into her bag, but had been waiting for her to call me. "Yes, I think I found the right bottle," I replied, then walked out of the bathroom into the living room once more. Laura had completely removed her top and was lying facedown on the couch, her shirt crumpled underneath her in such a way as to cover what would have been the exposed side of her breast. This might have worked fine for her if she had been slight of chest, but she had a rather large pair of breasts and the cloth fell away from her side before I even got the oil warmed up in my hands. Laura seemed not to notice, though I was certain she was completely aware of what had happened. Her head was turned toward me with her eyes closed as I decided that the oil was warm enough and I began to rub the slick liquid into her back. This task was even more arousing that having her rub my own back. I was mesmerized by the sight of her tight tan skin, shining with oil in the dim light of my living room, my hands firmly pressing into the muscles of her back, down her spine to her trim waist, and back up along the edges of her back, not quite brushing the sides of her breasts on the way up, to knead her shoulders and neck and then trace my way back down again. Laura moaned with pleasure, commanding my full attention, as I continued to stroke the object of my increasing desire. After a short time, Laura had become very relaxed, very calm. Her breathing had slowed to a long, deep rhythm and I suspected that she had fallen asleep during the 20 minutes or so that I had been working on her back. I couldn't help but to let my eyes drift to the breast that was bulging out from underneath her. I longed to touch her there, to run my fingers along the attractive curves of her side and breast, but I kept to her back and continued rubbing her muscles for a time. I decided it would be best to leave her sleeping on the couch rather than wake her, so I got up and went to the closet to get a blanket. When I returned, I draped the blanket over her half-naked body, still longing to reach out and touch her where I should not, to lean over and kiss her beautiful skin. I pulled the blanket up to her shoulders, planted a gentle kiss on her cheek, then went off to the bedroom and went to sleep. When I woke in the morning, I was surprised to notice that Laura had got up in the night and climbed into bed. She was fast asleep with her long hair falling all around her head on the pillow. I got up out of bed and took a shower. When I came out of the bathroom in a towel, Laura was sitting in her pajamas at the kitchen table drinking a cup of tea. She turned her head toward me as I walked through the hallway to the bedroom. "Good morning, Keith," she smiled, "would you like a cup of tea or coffee?" "Good morning," I returned, "yes, black tea is good, thanx." I went into the bedroom and shut the door behind me, the bed had been made and the clothes I had dropped on the floor the previous night had been picked up. I got dressed in a T-shirt and a pair of khaki shorts, by the time I was dressed, there was a knock at the door. "Are you dressed?" Laura cracked open the door without waiting for a response, "I brought you a cup of tea." I turned to her and accepted the tea, Laura sat down on the bed drinking her own. "So what's the plan for today?" She asked. "Oh, I figured I'd show you the city, from the top, of course." I asked her if she would like to hike up the ridge at the edge of the city. The hike takes a couple of hours and is uphill, steep, all the way, but the view is well worth the trouble, and if you like to hike, it's no problem at all. -------- When we finally got back in the early evening, we were both beat. Laura suggested we spend some time in the hot-tub, so while she took a shower and cleaned up, I went out the back door to get it ready. I had a relatively small back yard but it was surrounded by trees, so it was well shielded from the neighbors. The back door opened out to a large cedar deck with the hot-tub off to one side, with a privacy fence wrapped around it. I had just had the hot-tub fixed up the previous week, so it was all ready to go, I just turned it on and let it heat up, then went into the kitchen and fixed up a large pitcher of margaritas. After a few more minutes, Laura emerged from the bathroom in a short green silk robe, her wet hair hanging down her back and making dark spots on the material. She looked terrific as usual, and it was all I could do to keep from staring. The slender line of her body along with her long dark hair and brilliant green eyes had my complete attention. I just had to keep telling myself that she was off-limits and to think of something else. Throughout the day we had been hiking together and talking what had really struck me was how different I was seeing Laura now than I did when I was in High-school. Before she was kind of cute, fun to hang out with, and a truly special friend, but now she had become so much more. It's like she had grown up in the year since I'd seen her last, not only had her body become trim and sexy, but her mind had developed as well. She was interested in so many things, art, science, politics. We just talked and talked the whole day long and never really stopped. It was like meeting a whole new person all over again. All of this flashed through my mind as I watched her walk out of the bathroom and come into the kitchen wearing her green robe. A gleaming smile took over her face and she laughed at me.
 "Glad to see me?" She joked, "or just floating off in space somewhere?" "Sorry I said, shaking myself out of my reverie, "a little of both I guess, I was just thinking about how much you and I have both changed in the last few years. We were good friends in high-school, and we talked, but not like we talk now. We've been hanging out together today and I've just been completely amazed by how much you've changed, and how nice it is to be with you again." Laura crooked her head to one side and gave me a crooked smile, "It is nice, isn't it? I missed you for so long after you left, you have no idea how happy I was when you agreed to let me move in with you here. You were always my best friend, I was very sad when you left." She leaned over and planted a warm, moist kiss on my cheek, "Why don't you go take a shower and then join me in the hot tub?" With that, Laura grabbed the pitcher and glasses and went out the back door to the hot tub. When Laura kissed me I felt a thrill of pleasure run up my spine and butterflies in my stomach, it was just like my first kiss so many years ago in junior high. I got into the shower and washed myself quickly, looking forward to getting into the hot tub and drinking margaritas with Laura. I dried off, put on a swimsuit, then grabbed a couple of towels and walked out the back door into the setting sun to get into the tub with Laura. She was lying down in the large tub with her eyes closed and a half-full drink in her hand. Under the water I could see that she was wearing a blue g-string bikini that looked almost black in the dim light of the setting sun. As I walked up to her, she opened her eyes and smiled at me. "I poured you a drink," she said, motioning to a full margarita sitting on the edge of the tub. "But I'm afraid I started without you, this is already my second drink!" "You should slow down," I said, "you're not even supposed to be drinking, much less drinking heavily!" I climbed into the tub next to her and lay back, taking a sip of my drink. We stared up at the sky for a long time, talking about nothing and everything. She told me about her life for the last year, how sad she was to leave friends at school, how excited it seemed to be getting ready to go off on her own and attend college. She'd had a boyfriend for a while (this was a new thing, she hardly even dated all through school when I knew her) but he had pressed himself on her. "What did you do?" I asked. "He pinned me down on the front seat of his car and started kissing me, so I pushed him away and told him to stop, which he did, but I really didn't want to have anything to do with him after that. I told him I wasn't interested in doing that with someone I hardly know and he just seemed to ignore me. So I broke up with him and that was that." "So you did it, huh? You made it all the way through high school without so much as a passionate kiss? You must be the ice queen indeed!" I laughed at the thought, she acted completely different than that when she was with me. "Ice queen?" she elbowed me in the ribs and took another drink, "I just don't want to get into a physical relationship with someone I hardly know. I'd hardly say that qualifies me for the title of ice queen!" "Well, you certainly haven't seemed like one to me, but I bet that guy thinks you're a real piece of work! Let me just ask, though, were you as loose around him as you seem to be with me? You didn't take off your shirt for him to rub your back, did you?" Laura crooked her head at me in her funny way again, "No, I would never do that with anyone else, I just know I can trust you because we've been such good friends for so long." I sat there for a moment, contemplating how to respond, whether to go any further with this line of conversation or just to drop it. I wanted so badly to let her know how I really felt, but I just couldn't quite bring myself to be direct about it. "I'm glad you feel that way. Truthfully, though, it was a tempting sight. You keep this up and I'm going to be awfully tense for the next year!" "Keep what up? Acting comfortable?" "Well, you took your shirt off for me to rub your back, you wear nothing but tight fitting clothes, and now that we're in a hot tub together, you're wearing practically nothing at all! I may be a gentleman, but I have to confess I haven't been able to take my eyes off of you since you stepped off the plane!" Laura looked into my eyes and smiled, then smoothly moved to sit kitty-corner to me in the hot tub, placing her feet and legs across my lap, still keeping me entranced with her beautiful green eyes. When she spoke, I was surprised to note that she didn't respond to my comments at all. "Can you rub my calves and feet? They're really sore from all that hiking today." "Sure." I said, and picked up the closest leg, beginning to massage her calf. Laura just sat next to me relaxing and sipping her drink. She had finished her third and was working on her fourth (and final, since the pitcher was now empty). I was on my third and already feeling a little tipsy, I suppose that she must have been much further along than me at that point. Keith & Laura Ch. 01 We sat quietly for a while, me rubbing her feet, her staring into my eyes. Laura slurped down the last of her drink, set it down on the side of the tub, all the while looking me straight in the eyes. "Do you ever have fantasies?" "Sure," I said, "I'd like to win the lottery some day, buy some island off the pacific coast and live in the lap of luxury." "No, not that," she said, "I'm talking about a different kind of fantasy." She looked deeply into my eyes as I rubbed my fingers between her toes and pressed my thumbs into the palm of her foot. "You mean sex?" I asked, a little embarrassed to be talking so directly. "Yeah." She replied, smiling, "sex." I continued rubbing her feet, though I was now feeling very cautious about it. Nervously, "Well, sure, doesn't everyone?" Laura smiled at me, still looking right through me.
 "Are you o.k., Keith?" she looked down a bit, "You seem to have lost your concentration down there." For a fleeting moment I flushed red, thinking she was talking about the erection which I had just noticed growing in my shorts. Then I realized she had been talking about her feet. She picked up on my confusion before I could reply, though, completing my embarrassment. "Keith, I meant my feet!" She giggled loudly and wiggled her toes at me. I just clammed up for a moment, not knowing how to respond. "So," she said, "back to my question, and don't stop rubbing, my calf is particularly sore, do you ever have fantasies, or, more specifically, tell me what your favorite fantasy is!" Laura was smiling now and seemed to be getting more energetic, I could tell she was having fun with this. "So what," I asked, "you just want me to tell you what turns me on?" "Well, yes, and... You know what I mean, when you lay down alone at night and you're feeling... well, horny, what do you think about while you're... doing it?" "I don't think I can tell you that!" I laughed. "Sure you can, how about this, I'll help you out: Do you think about women or men?" She knew the answer to this, but was finding the question immensely funny. "Well let me just think about that for a minute," I joked, "Women, of course." "O.k., now we're getting somewhere. Do you think about any specific women, or just women in general? Are they women you know, or somebody famous, or just some fantasy woman?" "Yes!" I laughed back at her, "All of the above. Now it's your turn," I said, turning the tables, "do you think about women or men?" I thought this was an obvious question, and since I'd known Laura for over 10 years, I was surprised to find out the answer was not what I expected. "Both." She replied with a grin. "Mostly I fantasize about men, but there's usually another woman involved, and once or twice I've even fantasized just about women. Surprised?" "Yes." I said, my eyes wide, "so, which men and women do you fantasize about?" Laura looked at me with her crooked smile again, it was so comical I had to laugh at her. "I'll tell you," she said, "but you have to promise to keep it a secret. In fact, you have to agree to keep this whole conversation a secret, this is just between me and you." Laura suddenly got serious, "do you agree?" "Considering the information you're asking me for, of course I agree, I don't want you advertising my fantasies either!" I said, instantly curious as to what her answer was going to be. "O.k." she paused for a moment, then, "give me your drink, I need some more!" "I think you've had enough, babe! C'mon, it's just you and me, you don't have to worry, just tell me!" "Well, once in a while I think about famous men like Mel Gibson or Keanu Reeves. And usually when there's a woman in my fantasies, it's someone close to me, like Charis or Karen." Laura had become much more quiet and serious now, almost shy. I was getting really aroused listening to her talk in her canny English accent, watching her full moist lips while she talked. And her gaze kept my rapt attention. "So you said that you think of famous men once in a while, who do you think about normally?" I asked. I switched and began to massage her other foot now, running my thumbs deep into the fleshy middle, sparking groans of pleasure from deep in Laura's throat. "First you," She said, turning the table on me again, "tell me about the women in your fantasies, who are they?" "Well, actually there's only a couple. Sometimes it will be someone famous like Jeri Ryan or Alyssa Milano. Sometimes it's about women who are closer to me." I was silent for a moment, not wanting to go any further, not sure how she would respond to what I really thought. "Who is it?" I could see that Laura was really interested now, she wanted to know who my fantasy women were. "O.k.," I said, finally deciding to give up just a little information, "actually it's the same list you have, mostly: Charis, Karen, sometimes Linda or Amy." I neglected to mention Laura's name, I didn't want to give away the farm just yet. "So what do they do in your fantasies?" Laura asked mischievously, "tell me all the details!" "Not so fast!" I said, "this was all your idea, I think you need to tell me about yours first! And you didn't tell me who the other guys were, either, you just gave me a few celebrity names. C'mon, give it up!" Laura's pretty eyes stared right into mine, "Well, there's really only one guy who's not a celebrity that I dream about," the words came slowly from her lips, cautiously, "but I don't think I should tell you who it is, 'cause it's someone you know." "Hey, no fair!" I laughed, "I told you four names of girls I fantasize about, and you know all of them, especially the first two are your best friends! I think you're beholden to tell me!" "Well, I'll tell you what the fantasy is, and you can guess about who the guy is if you want, but I don't know if I'm going to tell you or not." Laura got a sultry look on her face, "It usually starts with me, the guy in question, and Charis. Charis and I will be in a large shower, washing each other, giggling and playing together, and then he'll walk in. He's naked and he's been watching us, so his... well you know, his penis, is really hard. He's got lot's of nicely toned muscles and tan skin. He and Charis begin to kiss me and touch me all over, rubbing their hands and tongues over my body, especially rubbing my... you know, my private place. Usually this lasts for a while and I've been touching myself quite a bit. When I'm ready to have an orgasm, I imagine him lying down while I straddle him and take him inside me, while Charis continues to kiss me and him and rub my breasts." I could see Laura was getting horny just talking about this, her face was becoming flushed and she had changed her sitting position more than a few times while she talked. "I usually have an orgasm by then." Laura finished, a little red in the face, definitely feeling aroused. I had grown a sturdy mast in my shorts while I listened to her talk and rubbed her calves. "You know, I've never felt a penis before, but I always try to imagine what it would feel like in my hand and in my body, I guess I won't really know until I try it." Laura looked down a little. I was just sitting there quietly, my cock sticking up in my shorts like a flag pole. Laura practically burst out laughing, "Wow, I guess you must be happy to see me, huh?" I must have blushed a thousand shades of red. "Well, gee, you've been sitting here for the last few minutes telling me your sexual fantasies, why do you think phone sex is such big business!" "Hmm..." She said, then got a vicious grin on her face, "so do you want me to talk dirty to you?" Now her face got serious and she put a hand between her legs, rubbing her crotch through the bikini, "Oh! Keith, mmmm... Oh! Baby! Give me more... mmmm...!" I just laughed and listened. It was actually pretty arousing to watch and listen to, so I didn't mind in the least. The tent in my shorts wasn't shrinking at all. Laura stopped her little show and laughed, then put her feet back down into the tub and came over to sit next to me again. "I have an idea," she said, "it's a little naughty, but I figure, hey, I've had a few, you've had a few, anything that happens we can just chalk up to being drunk, right?" "I think I need a few more drinks before I can claim drunkenness!" I said, picking up the bottle of rum on the table next to the hot tub and pouring some into my glass, "want some?" I asked, I was already slurring my speech just a little, and I noticed that Laura was doing the same. Maybe we could just chalk it up to being drunk. "Sure." Laura said, lifting her empty glass so I could pour some in. While I filled her glass, she continued, "So you see, I'm smaller than you, and I actually can claim drunkenness even without this." As I finished pouring the glass, Laura put it to her lips and tilted her head back, swallowing about 2 shots worth at once. "And I figure, hey, I've never touched a penis before, and, hey, here's one right in front of me, hard as a rock!" I started laughing again, "I think I'd better drink this!" I gulped down my glass as well, then poured another for each of us, which I intended to sip slowly this time around. Laura was practically rolling with laughter, "So what do you say, Keith? Can I have a look-see under those shorts and check things out?" I laughed some more, but evidently had had enough alcohol to begin thinking this was a rational idea. "O.k.," I said, "but you have to give as much as you get. If my clothes come off, so do yours, and if you touch me, I get to touch you!" Laura looked me straight in the eye, then slurred at me with a smile, "O.k., but you first." "I don't think so," I laughed at her, "this was all your idea, so you have to go first!" "Oh what the hell!" She said. Laura leaned forward and untied her bikini top, then tossed it to the other side of the hot tub. "Now," Laura said as she wiggled out of her bottoms, her breasts swaying nicely just below the water line, "you have to promise me that this little experience stays between you and me, no bragging!" "Scouts honor!" I exclaimed, drinking in her luscious breasts with my eyes, together with the dark mound between her legs. "Now you," she said, "drop 'em!" I quickly pulled my shorts down my legs and tossed them aside, revealing my fairly normal size, but very erect penis. "Mmm..." she mumbled, "looks like you've been enjoying yourself so far tonight." Laura reached her left hand over and cautiously stroked a finger down the side of my erect penis. She looked like a little girl stealing candy at the corner store. As her finger reached the base of my cock, she added her thumb on the under side and applied a small amount of pressure as she stroked upwards. "I never expected it would be so soft," she said as she now gripped me with her whole hand, gently stroking up and down the shaft, "it's like baby skin." After another moment of stroking, she released her grip and reached lower, fondling my balls softly. I could barely think, much less speak while she was doing this. Now it was not just my drunken state, but my lust taking over as well, and I wanted more. I reached up to Laura's face and touched her cheek, the hot water from the tub steaming on my hands against her face, chilled from the night air. She looked up at me with a knowing smile, she could tell the effect she was having on me. I leaned in to her with my head and placed a tentative, gentle kiss on her closed lips. Sparks were flying inside of me, partly from the erotic sensation of her hand stroking me, partly from the booze, and partly from the taboo of doing this forbidden thing with someone I felt was a sister to me. Laura turned her head toward me and gave me a kiss in kind, slightly parting her moist lips, contrasting the heat from inside her mouth with the cool outer skin of her lips. We kissed once more, cautiously allowing our tongues to meet, slowly opening and closing our lips, until, at last, we came together and kissed deeply, passionately. I reached down to her breast and gently squeezed the firm flesh in my hand, feeling the nipple with my fingers and massaging her smooth skin. Laura continued caressing my erect flesh, bringing me closer to the point of orgasm with each gentle stroke. My fingers traced lower to her flat stomach, past her navel, lightly combing the dark hair between her legs before gently massaging my fingers over her clitoris, and, ultimately, reaching a solitary finger into the warm, slippery flesh between the vertical lips. Laura moaned into my mouth as we kissed and she held me tighter. I began to slowly move my finger in and out of her in rhythm with the strokes of her own hand on me. After a few moments of this, she broke the kiss and looked into my eyes, smiling. "O.k., I think this is getting a little out of hand," she laughed. "Oh I think we have everything well in hand," I joked, "but I agree, things are going to get raw if we don't stop soon." "Why don't we dry off and go inside." And with that, we both got out of the tub and grabbed our towels, heading into the bedroom. Neither of us spoke on the way there, it was as if speaking about what might happen next might make us lose our nerve, or make the situation start to feel awkward. We walked into the bedroom and I closed the door behind us. Laura turned around to face me, standing in front of the bed and dropped her towel. "Come here." I dropped my towel and well and we fell into each others arms, kissing passionately while our naked bodies pressed wetly together. We fell back onto the bed laughing and holding each other, laying side by side, caressing each other's bodies. I ran my hand down her shoulder, across her side and over her hip, then over the small of her back and down to gently squeeze the closest cheek on her behind. "So, were do we go from here," I asked, "I know you don't want to go all the way, and I don't want to take anymore advantage of this than you are going to feel mildly comfortable with in the morning, but I'm also about to explode!" Laura snaked her hand down between our bodies and grasped my erection in her hand once more, feeling the tip with her thumb, moistened with a drop of semen. "Me too." She smiled, "got any lotion?" I pulled out the drawer beside the bed and grabbed a bottle of massage oil. "This will do." I said sheepishly. "I knew you'd be prepared for anything!" Laura took the bottle of oil from me and poured some onto one hand, then warmed it up in her palms before sitting next to me and massaging the oil onto my raging hard-on. She seemed to really enjoy herself, stroking up and down, massaging my balls, a smile on her face the entire time. It took a few minutes more, but I finally came, squirting semen onto her chest and stomach. Laura jumped, surprised, but didn't lose her grip until I was finished. I grabbed a towel and wiped myself off, Laura did the same. "Well that certainly is a messy proposition!" She exclaimed. I sat up and kissed her mouth without speaking, then pulled her back with me against the headboard, positioning her between my legs, both facing the same direction. I began to kiss her neck and shoulders as my hands worked over her chest and legs, finally reaching between them to grasp her swollen flesh. Laura laid her head back on my shoulder and I began to explore the folds of skin and hair between her thighs, alternating between light and firm touch, finally letting a cautious finger slip inside her. Her moans became increasingly urgent as I started to pump my finger in and out while massaging her breasts and lightly pinching her nipples with my other hand. After a few minutes, she began to rock her hips back and forth, I started pumping my fingers more firmly in time with her rhythm until she let out a loud moan and grabbed my hand, pushing me as far as she could in the slippery hot flesh. We sat there in each others arms for a while, kissing and holding one another. I felt closer to Laura than I ever had, and nervous too. Nervous that this would change our relationship forever and that we might never go back to being the good friends we once were. I had no idea how we would react to this the next day, but for now, we just held each other in a loving embrace, finally falling asleep curled up together on the bed.