40 comments/ 145239 views/ 165 favorites Best Christmas Gift Ever By: loverofFUN Author's Note: So, this is my story for the Winter Holidays 2014 Contest - better late than never! I'm still relatively new at posting on Lit and I just want to say I appreciate all of the feedback. Just as a heads up, my stories tend to take time and build up to the "heat"... so if you are looking for a "down and dirty" type of tale that jumps right into the sex - this one might not be your cup of tea. Of course this story includes sexually explicit material and is intended for adults, so if you are not at least 18 years of age or are offended by sexual material, stop now and run - do not walk - to the nearest exit... thank you and if you don't mind, please remember to vote. I hope you enjoy! Best Christmas Present Ever Amy finished entering the last of the data points from the invoice on her desk with a final tap of the keys. She leaned back in her chair to take a break from the tedium of the billing screen. The short week before the Thanksgiving holiday was always such a crazy time in the finance department because of the abbreviated month-end cycle. But, hey who didn't enjoy cramming a week's worth of billing into three days? It meant some long hours for her department, but she didn't mind it all that much since the reward was a four day weekend. Closing her eyes and slowly working her neck in a lazy circle, she almost groaned out loud as her muscles stretched and actually started to loosen. She slipped her heels off under her desk and stretched her legs out straight, wiggling her stocking-clad toes to work some of the soreness out of her thighs. It was during moments like these when she questioned if working out was worth all this pain. She stopped her own mental complaint with a cluck of her tongue. Two dress sizes smaller said it was. Besides, she was proud of the way she looked since she had fully committed to going to the company fitness center every morning...now if only her husband would actually notice. She sighed. A little encouragement from her spouse would have been nice. She had no doubt whatsoever that Steve loved her, but had they really grown that complacent with each other? How hard was it to notice the person sleeping next to you had been literally working her butt off every morning for the past four months? She even put it right in his face last weekend by stepping out of the shower and "oops, forgetting her towel." Her hopes that he would actually notice the changes in her figure had been met with "hey babe, did you use my razor?" Ugh...why do men always have to be so clueless? Amy let out a cute little groan while she slowly extended her arms towards the ceiling. She'd been really pushing herself these last few mornings knowing she'd eat way more than she should on Turkey Day. She was probably overdoing it, but it was a good soreness if there was such a thing. Was it weird that she kind of looked forward to it? It was like this little painful reminder that what she was doing was working. That didn't mean she couldn't use a hot bath though. Hmmmmm, the thought of a good long soak sounded lovely. Maybe she should look into getting a massage... oh, now that sounded like heaven on earth right about now. She arched her back in one final stretch before settling back in at her keyboard and tried to make a new entry with the next invoice. Nothing happened. She tapped the enter button a few times...still nothing. She tried the escape key. Great, her screen was frozen...again. She sighed and dialed the four digit extension to the company's IT department. "IT Helpdesk," a radio quality voice answered. "This is Laurel." "Laurel," Amy began, "this is Amy over in the billing department and - " "Well, good morning, Amy!" the sultry sounding female interrupted. "Oh... um, sorry," Amy stuttered as she almost lost her train of thought. "Good morning." "That's better," Laurel from IT teased. "So how can I help you, Amy-over-in-billing?" "Yes, sorry about that," Amy was a little flustered at being called out. "Anyways, I'm having issues again with the new billing software." "Ahhhh," Laurel immediately stated. "That program again. So what did you do to break it?" "Excuse me?" "Did you download a virus?" "No." "Open an email from a suspicious source?" "Did I open what?" "Were you looking at those naughty websites again?" "What?!?!" Amy's eyes grew wide. "Kidding," Laurel's smoky voice chuckled in her ear, "just pulling your chain, Ames. You don't mind if I call you Ames, do you?" "Um," Amy was caught off guard by this woman's forward attitude. "No, that's fine I guess." "Suh-weet!" Laurel hissed as if she had won a small victory. "Anyhoo, that billing software has caused a bunch of issues for everyone. What's your IP address?" Amy closed the billing program with a wince realizing the last 45 minutes of work was now officially lost. She opened up the little computer info icon on her desktop and read off her IP address. She took her hand off her mouse and watched as this Laurel person from IT logged on to her machine remotely. "I just need to change your security settings and then update your version of the software," Laurel advised. There were a few moments of silence on the line as the little arrow icon that was being remotely controlled zipped around her monitor and began opening screens and directories and updating files and typing commands. Amy couldn't quite follow what all was happening to her computer so she just sat and watched. "And that should do it," Laurel announced as a small display window popped up and began a series of file downloads. The timer at the bottom showed the progress was at 4 percent and had an estimated 29 minutes to finish. Amy sighed, not realizing how loud it must have sounded over her headset. "Sorry, Ames," Laurel apologized. "I know you have stuff to do, but I guess you can't do it without a working version of the software, right?" "Yeah, unfortunately that is the case," Amy agreed. "It won't be too much longer." "Okay," Amy replied. "And I know this isn't your fault. It's just with the short week the whole software thingy has really put me behind schedule." "Well, that does suck," Laurel sympathized. "It shouldn't happen again after this update." "That's good. I'll keep my fingers crossed... so do we just sit here until it finishes downloading?" "Yep, that's how it works." "I figured as much." "Oh, I know," Laurel's voice perked up. "You can tell me some juicy gossip!" "Sorry, I don't know any juicy gossip." "Any rumors? Innuendo?" "No, I don't know any of those either," Amy couldn't help but smile. "I could dig around on your machine and open all your nude selfies?" Amy laughed. "Uh, I don't have any nude selfies, thank you very much." "Uh-huh," Laurel scoffed, "not on your work pc anyway." "Nope," Amy confirmed, "this chick ain't that stupid." "Atta girl," Laurel chuckled. They fell into silence as the progress bar continued to slowly tick upwards. "I guess you don't have to stay on the line if you don't want to," Amy offered. "I can just check back with you when it's finished." "Hmph," Laurel grumbled, "that's what I told my husband last night when I went down on him." There was a moment of silence as Laurel's statement sunk in. Amy was shocked, but couldn't help herself as she busted out laughing. For some reason this weird person from IT with her little quips and rapid-fire small talk just struck her as utterly hilarious. Amy ended up with her eyes watering in laughter as Laurel continued to make jokes and one-liners about her husband and their sex life, each one more outrageous and funnier than the last. A soft ping from her pc announced the update was complete. Amy wiped her eyes on a tissue and thought with a smile that this might have been the fastest half hour she ever had to sit through. Laurel quickly moved the cursor around on Amy's computer, closing various dialogue boxes and making some final changes to the program folders. "See," Laurel teased, "it wasn't so bad chatting with me, was it?" "Not at all," Amy found herself smiling again. "Thank you so much for your help." "Anytime, Ames," Amy could swear she heard the smile in Laurel's voice as well. "You brightened up my morning." "Well, you brightened up mine, too." "Cool. Talk at ya later." "Okay, bye," Amy replied but Laurel had already hung up. With the last remnants of a giggle she straightened up her desk. Shaking her head at the odd interaction with this strange but kind of cool person from IT, Amy took a long drink from her water bottle and reopened the billing program. She wiggled around in her chair to get comfortable and with a determination that she was going to finish up today's invoices before 5 o'clock, started entering data. Fresh from her shower at the company gym the next morning, Amy settled in behind her desk, kicked her heels off and booted up her computer. She opened her email like she did every morning and was surprised to see that there was a message from Laurel. The email simply read "These made me laugh, thought you might appreciate them" and the rest of the message was a series of screen shots of texting miscommunications and autocorrects. Amy read through them and laughed at quite a few of them...but there were also some that seemed a bit risqué for work. She figured if anyone could get away with sending emails that might not follow company policy it would be someone from IT. She saved the email and went about the rest of her morning. Just before lunch it happened to cross Amy's mind that she probably should have responded to Laurel's message. She opened the email back up and sent a quick thank you. Another email from Laurel popped up on her screen within ten seconds. It was just a simple emoji of a winking smiley face with its tongue sticking out. Amy shook her head and grinned at it. The next morning there was another email from Laurel followed by another later that afternoon...and after the Thanksgiving weekend it quickly became their routine to trade emails, funny pictures, memes and jokes every day. A couple of daily emails quickly turned into four or five emails back and forth. By the end of that first week in December, their correspondence had escalated into at least a dozen or more emails throughout the day. Amy liked that Laurel's sense of humor was much more colorful than her own. She thought the woman from IT was extremely funny with a razor sharp wit and found herself looking forward to going to work. **** As the weather turned colder and the month drew closer to Christmas, Amy and Laurel's online relationship at work blossomed. They chatted and messaged often and had started to get to know each other. This particular morning they had gone back and forth about the upcoming holiday when Laurel suddenly remembered something Amy had mentioned last week about her anniversary. She'd told Laurel that her husband might be getting her something really nice since he had just received a big bonus. Laurel quickly sent a message asking about it. Amy took a break from her work and read the message. She smiled as she toyed with the new piece of jewelry around her neck and typed a reply. Laurel wanted details. They went back and forth with a few responses and questions as Amy tried to describe the necklace. She finally just typed a quick email of "Send me your cell number and I'll text you a pic of it." Laurel's response came through with her number and the trademark winking smiley face with the tongue hanging out. Amy looked around the office to make sure no one was paying her any attention and tried to position the diamond necklace so she could get a good picture of it. She ended up having to unbutton two additional buttons of her blouse. She snapped the pic and sent it. Amy's phone vibrated a few seconds later and she looked at the message from Laurel's phone: L: HAHAHA! BOOBIES! LMAO...I had no idea u were so blessed! Necklace is gorgeous btw. Amy quickly buttoned her blouse, thumbed through her phone and opened the picture she had sent. She hadn't stopped to think about how pronounced her cleavage was in the image, but then again with 36DDDs her cleavage was pretty much always pronounced. It hadn't crossed her mind that it might be a big deal since she was sending it to another female... but of course Laurel had to point it out. A: Oops! Sorry, didn't mean 2 put the girls out there like that. L: Sorry??? Why??? I'm so jealous - ur ta-tas rock! A: Seriously, I didn't preview the pic... kinda embarrassing! L: Embarrassed??? If I had those sweater puppies I'd def show them off, LOL! A: LOL...u r crazy!!! Amy added their favorite emoji and hit send. She turned back to her computer and then her phone vibrated again. She picked it up and downloaded the message and immediately put the phone in her lap. She took a quick look around at the other cubicles to make sure none of her co-workers could see anything over her shoulder. Laurel had sent a picture of herself with her shirt pulled up to her chin revealing a red and green plaid bra trimmed in white lace. At the bottom of the picture she had typed: L: no more being embarrassed, LMAO! Like my new holiday bra? A: very pretty, but ur still CRAZY!!! L: And the panties match! HA! Amy literally giggled out loud and stared at the picture of her friend. Laurel was obviously a very attractive woman with nicely shaped breasts that fit her body perfectly. Amy rubbed a hand across her own stomach, envious of how flat and toned Laurel's abs looked. Amy paused... Was it weird that they were becoming such good friends without ever meeting in person? It then dawned on her that she didn't even know what Laurel's face looked like. She rapidly typed out a text. A: hey call me right quick? L: K...gimme a sec. A minute later Amy's cell phone vibrated again and she looked down to realize it was Laurel. She wasn't sure why she assumed her friend would call her desk extension, but she supposed it made sense. Standing up, she took off her headset and answered her cell while walking towards the ladies room. "Hey, you." "Hey yourself, chick," it seemed odd to hear the rasp of Laurel's sultry voice over her personal phone. "What's up?" "Okay, you're going to think I'm being silly," Amy laughed nervously as she let the restroom door close and locked it. This was her women's facility of choice since it was close to her desk and happened to be a single occupancy. She liked her privacy. Laurel's chuckle had an almost musical quality to it. "Too late for that, Ames." "Very funny," Amy giggled back despite herself. "I just realized that... well, I mean... Laurel, I don't even know what you look like. Is that weird?" "I don't know," Laurel replied honestly. "I haven't given it much thought." "I just thought that since we chat and stuff every day...and we work for the same company...should we meet in person or whatever? I mean, does that make any sense?" "Absolutely," her new friend agreed confidently. "I'm totally with you. We're going to lunch today. My treat." "Shoot, I can't," Amy almost whined. "I was planning on working through lunch." Laurel laughed. "I'm not asking, silly girl. I'm insisting and I don't take no for an answer. I'll swing by your office a little before noon, so be ready to go." "But--, " Amy started to protest but then realized Laurel had already disconnected the call. She checked her make-up in the mirror and realized she actually felt nervous. What's the big deal? It was just lunch with a girlfriend...and that's when it clicked. Amy really didn't have that many close female friends. Other thans and her immediate family, almost all of the women in her life were just acquaintances for the most part. Her family lived on the outskirts of the suburbs in an area that most would consider 'out in the country', so her family didn't really have any neighbors to speak of. And even though she was very friendly with the other moms from her children's schools and various sports teams, there wasn't a single one of them she considered a real friend. It was pretty obvious that she thought – or at least hoped - Laurel was becoming the kind of friend she hadn't had since college. Amy's hectic life as a working mother and wife made it easy not to think too much about that void, but she was slowly realizing how much she missed that female bond. She smiled to herself. Even her job seemed so much more enjoyable since they started emailing and now texting each other. She thought Laurel was kind, funny and had such a positive attitude that their relationship just brightened up her day. Amy really wanted Laurel to feel the same way about her. Laurel showed up promptly at 11:55am as promised. Wow...Amy had suspected that Laurel was going to be pretty, but she was way more than that. Laurel was dressed very fashionably, but also gave off the vibe that she didn't put a lot of effort into it, like it came naturally to her. And she was - well, if Amy had to choose only one word to describe her new friend then that word would have to be gorgeous. With her flawless complexion and dazzling smile, Laurel was just stunning. Amy smiled. One look in the woman's confident green eyes and she could just tell that Laurel found the whole world rather amusing. True to form, Amy had been ready to go for the last ten minutes with her coat on and purse in hand. They walked out of the building towards the parking lot and Laurel insisted on driving. It wasn't a surprise that as soon as they got into her SUV things just seemed comfortable between them. They were laughing before they even got their seatbelts buckled and chatted all the way to the restaurant. Standing patiently at the hostess station while they waited to be seated, Amy slipped off her coat. "Dang, brick house," Laurel said as she did a double-take. "You really are stacked!" Amy smiled good-naturedly at the odd compliment but could feel her cheeks grow warm. The auburn-haired Laurel's eyes sparkled with mischief at her companion's slight discomfort and the way Amy crossed her arms. Laurel laughed softly and put an arm around the slightly shorter woman's shoulder. "Why in the world you would be self-conscious about having the body of a pin-up girl is beyond me," she whispered in Amy's ear with that smoky voice of hers, "but I'll do my best not to embarrass you...at least not in public." The curvaceous brunette nodded and slipped her arm around Laurel's waist and for a one-armed side hug. The hostess approached them with menus and they stepped apart to follow the twenty-something blond to their table. Laurel's breathy whisper had tickled Amy's neck and raised gooseflesh on her arms. It also happened to cause her sensitive nipples to harden. As she trailed after Laurel she took a quick peek down at her chest to see if it was obvious. She could definitely see the outline of her stiff little summits through her shirt. She repositioned her coat and held it in front of her chest. With her boobs resting on her forearm, it faintly registered in the back of Amy's mind that their quick embrace had resulted in the side of her left breast pressing tightly against Laurel's right breast. She wasn't sure why, but the sensation had given her that funny butterfly feeling in the pit of her stomach. The brief body to body contact had felt different and kind of intimate...not that it was an unpleasant sensation. Lunch was delicious and fun and the two women immediately resumed their non-stop conversation. They took turns talking about the details of their lives that they hadn't already discussed at some point and really got to know each other better. They already knew they had a lot in common as both were married and had children - Amy had a girl and a boy that were just about the same ages as the older of Laurel's three boys. It just felt more real to be able to see facial expressions and hear each other's voices as they shared pictures of their families, talked about work and mostly laughed. By the time they headed back to work, the lunch date had done nothing but increase their genuine affection for one another. Best Christmas Gift Ever They ended up enjoying each other's company so much that they ate lunch together at the company cafeteria the next day...and the next...and even made it a point to go out again on Friday. Amy couldn't remember who started it, but they began texting each other outside of work as well. It became routine to check in with each other every evening, share funny anecdotes and even vent a little when the need arose. The only minor bump in their friendship came when Laurel flat-out refused to get up early and join Amy for a work-out. Amy thought it would have been fun and a nice change of pace to have someone to sweat with and motivate her. Uh-uh, no thanks. Laurel was definitely not a morning person and valued every minute of sleep she could get. Amy shrugged it off, but kept the invitation open in case Laurel ever changed her mind. On Christmas morning they took the time to call and wish each other a Merry Christmas. At some point during the conversation the idea that they should get their families together came up. They both agreed that it would be so much fun. They went back and forth discussing possible events and outings. Oddly, they couldn't quite decide on a date and somehow neither of them pursued it too vigorously. It was a nice thought and sounded fun, but they shared an unspoken selfishness of each other's attention. They both just loved having this friendship, this other person...this 'thing' that was just between them. **** Amy looked down at her phone and shook her head. It was the third text from Laurel that morning. She'd been at her desk for less than fifteen minutes. L: Did u sign up for the conference yet??? A: Doing it now...the text included their shared signature winking smiley face with the tongue sticking out. L: YES!!!! Gonna be so much fun! Amy smiled as she read the message. She secretly hoped Laurel was right because she was really looking forward to her first out-of-state work conference. Then again, why wouldn't they have fun? It was going to be just the two of them sharing a hotel room... by the beach... in southern California - with no husbands or kids. Amy knew her friend well enough to know that the only boundaries Laurel had were the ones she liked to push. The redhead definitely knew how to fun. She paused. Maybe that's just what I need - to be a little more like Laurel, Amy reasoned to herself. It was obvious the woman loved her husband dearly and was an awesome mom...but somehow she was still able to be spontaneous and exciting...and she wouldn't hesitate to be naughty if she felt like it. Amy smiled and with a shake of her head remembered the first time Laurel had shown her that naughty streak. It had been right after the Christmas weekend. It figured that their first day back at work just had to coincide with a serious cold-front. It was just Amy's luck that she hadn't dressed warmer because someone had turned off the heat over the long weekend and hadn't bothered to cut it back on. She'd texted Laurel and complained that it was way too cold in her department and whined about how she had forgotten to bring a sweater. Laurel had replied that she had an extra zip-up hoodie in her office and Amy was more than welcome to it. The only problem being that she was really tied up with a project and Amy would have to come over to the other side of the company campus and get it. Or she could wait and Laurel would bring it to her at lunch. Of course Amy also happened to be too busy to leave her desk. She thanked her friend and told her she'd just have to suffer through the arctic chill and get it from her at lunch. Not being able to resist, Amy had followed that up with a smart-ass comment: A: and look at u the little Girl Scout - always prepared. L: u bet ur azz...always cold in here - they keep the server room at low temp and its right by my desk...brrrrr A: ahhhh...gotcha L: I keep extras here cuz if not these pervs all stare at my boobs A: completely understand - pervs in my dept too...LOL L: I'll bet but it's really obvious when I'm cold, LOL! A: me too, LMAO! Feeling a little bolder than usual and hoping to brighten Laurel's busy day, Amy's text had included a pic of her making a face like she was chattering her teeth that included her finger pointing at her impressive chest and the visible bumps showing through her shirt. Laurel's reply didn't come through until a few minutes later. The subject line read NSFW in all caps. Huh, that's a new one...Amy took her phone into the ladies room and opened the message. The text ended up being a slide show. Laurel's grinning face appeared in the first picture and she was flashing a thumb's up. Amy smiled and assumed it was in approval of the picture she'd sent. Then Amy's mouth opened in surprise when the next picture downloaded and Laurel's naked boob popped up on the screen. Laurel's finger was pointing at her large, very erect nipple. Her manicured nail was actually touching the tip of the hard nub. After a few moments, the pic disappeared and the final shot opened. It was Laurel's face wearing a smirk with a raised eyebrow that was captioned at the bottom with: told ya it was REALLY obvious! Amy had sat in the bathroom and scrolled back through the pictures for what felt like a long time. She felt captivated by her friend's willingness to just put herself out there and not care what other people thought. She stared at the close-up image of the second pic and couldn't help but admire just how beautiful her friend's breast was. She secretly envied the almost perfect teardrop shape and how it sat so high up on her chest. She also thought the splash of freckles across Laurel's upper chest were adorable! Amy also had to admit that Laurel hadn't been exaggerating - her nipples were large and the one showing in the picture had looked almost painfully hard. So yeah, if she was that cold then it was probably pretty obvious. Amy giggled. Like obvious from across the room. Amy had worn a dreamy smile the whole time she looked at those pictures and she wasn't exactly sure why, but had never deleted them from her phone. She snapped out of her daydream about that first exchange when her phone vibrated again. L: Did you get ur confirmation # yet??? A: I did! Am officially booked!!! L: Suh-weet! Hubby is driving us to the airport - pick u up at 430 A: Yay!!! can't wait! L: Fo sho! See u at lunch! Yeah, going with Laurel pretty much ensured that this trip was going to be a blast. Amy figured she might even have to be the voice of reason if things started to get a little too wild...after all, this was supposed to be a work conference. **** Laurel was also over-the-top excited about this trip and spending time with Amy away from their usual routines. She'd seen online that the hotel they were staying at had stellar reviews and offered every bell and whistle a girl could hope for. She had checked and the weather was supposed to be awesome as well. How often would they get a chance for a long weekend at the beach in the middle of winter? As chance would have it, that same text exchange after Christmas had been on Laurel's mind as well. It had struck her as kind of funny that those pics on that cold winter morning had somehow drawn them closer together. It seemed kind of silly since it was just a boob picture between friends, but Amy had changed after that day. It was like she just stopped holding back. Laurel was well aware of the fact that she made some people uncomfortable with her lack of a filter. She would talk openly and honestly about anything and didn't believe in holding back - no subject was off limits. That's just who she was. It hadn't seemed to bother Amy much, but after that day she just started to really open up. Surprisingly, her busty friend had been eager to be able to finally let her hair down and talk about anything and everything. They ended up telling each other all kinds of intimate details about their sexual experiences and even divulged some of their secret fantasies. Laurel absolutely loved this new attitude from her friend and it made her feel even closer to Amy. Just last week at lunch, Amy had trusted Laurel enough to vent about her dwindling sex life with Steve. Laurel had completely understood. She knew all too well how exhausting their lives could be as working mothers and the toll that exhaustion could take in the bedroom. In typical Laurel-fashion, the redhead didn't dwell on the negatives or how miserably frustrating these dry spells could be - she just encouraged Amy to do what she did and take things into her own hands. Amy had been oddly quiet at this advice. Laurel persisted in spelling it out and told Amy to satisfy her own needs. It wasn't a big deal. If her "hubby wasn't scratching the itch for her" Amy just needed to spend some "quality time" by herself. Again, Amy didn't have much to say and suddenly seemed uncomfortable. Amy had always gotten just a little embarrassed when they talked about sex, but this was different. Laurel kept on about it, insisting that her friend tell her what was going on. It ended up taking them down an entirely different path when Amy tearfully admitted something she hadn't told anyone. She was really uncomfortable with even the thought of masturbating. At first Laurel thought her friend was kidding, but was soon very sympathetic to learn Amy had been taught at a young age that good girls simply did not do that - ever. It was wrong and shameful and told she'd burn in hell if she ever did it. Now Amy was quick to point out that she'd gotten over most of the other crap about sex she'd been spoon-fed by her mother growing up. It hadn't been easy, but she'd learned to enjoy sex very much - and lately that was whenever she and her husband actually managed to have it. She just couldn't seem to get past her issues with touching herself 'down there'. It wasn't like she hadn't tried. She just hadn't ever been successful with actually giving herself an orgasm. Pursing her lips as she set her phone down, Laurel had a secret agenda for this weekend. First and foremost she had to get Amy to appreciate her own sexiness. Laurel decided that was the starting point - her friend literally had no idea just how unquestionably hot she really was. She was confident she could fix that. Amy just needed feel sexy - like deep down in her bones feel it. Laurel had a hunch that if she could just get Amy feeling good about herself and excited enough to work through that "first time" - it would be a lot easier after that. Laurel grinned. It was going to change that girl's life once she finally let go and embraced that awesomely lush body of hers! The key was to find that perfect opportunity this weekend to reprogram Amy's perception of getting herself off...or would it be un-brainwash her? Whatever you wanted to call it, Laurel was very determined to help her best friend and this trip was the perfect opportunity for Amy to get past this. After all, Laurel had made a promise that she would help her friend in any way that she could... and she had every intention of doing so. **** Riding in the taxi to the hotel only increased their excitement. It was finally sinking in that it was just the two of them for the next three days - at the beach! Amy was in a particularly good mood as Laurel's fun-loving attitude seemed to be rubbing off on her big time. They had talked and laughed and held hands for practically the entire flight. Even though they saw each other at lunch several times a week, it was somehow different and refreshing to be able to have a conversation for an extended period of time without the pressures of watching the clock or worrying about work. On the downside, there was no time to relax after checking into the hotel since the seminar started sharply at 10am. Because of the large number of participants, the conference was being held at a private college that was only a few blocks from the hotel. There were three different itineraries that attendees could choose to follow with each session being held in identical lecture halls. The rooms consisted of an elevated lectern in front of a large screen and then several rows of long, curved tables that formed an oblong semi-circle around the stage with each row a step higher with the last row being the furthest from the stage and at the highest level. Laurel and Amy chose to sit in the very back and politely listened to all of the various introductions, state of the company speeches and explanations of their chosen itinerary. They broke for a quick lunch that wasn't great but wasn't bad and then went right back to it as the rest of their day was jam-packed with various presentations. They were a little disappointed when they found each day would be just as busy as directors and executives from their company as well as presenters from several other companies in their industry were on the schedule. It didn't seem like they were going to have any time to go to the beach or enjoy the spa at the hotel. That afternoon the two of them dutifully paid attention and took notes, following along in their binders since many of these day-one sessions included material that was at least related to their respective departments and job functions. As the last presenter of the day wrapped up the final presentation they were mentally running on fumes and starving. Laurel checked her phone and showed Amy that it was a balmy 31 degrees back home at that moment, so they both agreed that it seemed only right to enjoy the warm weather and walked the three blocks back to the hotel. By the time they made it back to the hotel both women were starting to really feel the effects of jet-lag. They mutually decided on a quick trip up to their room to freshen up and make brief phone calls home to check in. Feeling somewhat refreshed and officially reassured that their houses hadn't burned down and all spouses and children were alive and well, they headed down to dinner in the banquet hall. It hadn't really hit either of them just how hungry they were or how mediocre lunch had been until they saw the decadent feast being provided by their employer courtesy of the five star hotel's chef. The food was plentiful and beyond delicious and there was an open bar with every kind of wine and alcoholic beverage a person could possibly want. They ate, drank and indulged like a couple of Viking women. Then it was time for dessert and socializing. Even though it was getting late, the two women decided to hang around for a little while longer and ended up having a lot of fun. Not only did they get to eat the best Crème Brule on the face of the planet, but they met some of the executive board members and were also able to put names to faces of co-workers from some of the other branches. People were naturally drawn to Laurel's dynamic personality, but she made sure she introduced Amy to whomever she happened to be talking to or flirting with and included her in the conversation. Overall, it proved to be a very enjoyable evening. When they finally managed to stagger back to their shared hotel room around midnight both women were slightly drunk and utterly exhausted. Laurel used the facilities first and Amy felt like a zombie as she went through the process of undressing and throwing on one of her husband's old t-shirts to sleep in. Brushing her teeth at the sink, Amy scarcely paid attention when Laurel exited the bathroom and scooted around her in one of the hotel's complimentary oversized robes. Without realizing what she was doing, Amy watched her friend in the mirror as she dumped her armful of balled up clothes on one of the chairs by the table. She was in the middle of rinsing when she saw Laurel's reflection slip off the robe and climb into one of the queen size beds stark-naked. Amy went into the bathroom and sat down to pee, the image of Laurel's toned body dancing in her head. She smiled to herself. Laurel had told her once that she always slept in the nude. In fact she remembered Laurel telling her that it had made for some comically embarrassing moments now that her boys were getting older. They had learned pretty quickly to knock before entering their parents' bedroom. In her tipsy state she also thought about how cute the small landing strip of dark red hair above Laurel's sex looked. Amy kept her pubic area very neat and trimmed, but had never gone that far... maybe she should think about shaving like Laurel did. Amy giggled quietly at herself. She drank way more than she should have. Why else would she have looked at Laurel like that? She closed her eyes and remembered the curve of Laurel's hips and the way those perky breasts bounced slightly as she had gotten into bed. Man, she thought, Laurel just oozed sexy...Yep, Laurel was definitely sexy Amy nodded drunkenly to herself. She shivered suddenly, yawned, then flushed and washed her hands. Amy looked at herself in the mirror over the sink for a moment and then turned off the lights. She tried to be quiet and thought she heard Laurel mumble something about sleep tight as she stumbled her way through the dark room. Amy climbed under the covers, adjusted her pillow once and that was the last thing she remembered. It felt like as soon as she had closed her eyes the phone started ringing with their wake-up call. They lounged around in their respective beds as long as they could until both of them ended up having to rush around in a panic to get showered and dressed. Amy chose a blue dress that she bought specifically for this trip. Laurel approved of it and made sure Amy knew how incredible she looked. Laurel watched Amy bend down to fix the strap on her shoe and thought how that dress might have been intended as an everyday wear garment by the designer, but it really accentuated Amy's curves. Her ass looked spectacular! Laurel also loved the fact that it was a little lower cut than what Amy usually chose to wear and her well-endowed friend's cleavage looked wondrous. Amy slipped on a white cardigan and as she turned around her breath caught as Laurel spun around. "Do I look okay?" Wearing a short black skirt and a sleeveless white silk blouse, Laurel looked like she could have just stepped off of the pages of a fashion magazine and Amy told her as much. "Oh, why thank you, darling," Laurel replied in the snootiest voice she could muster and struck a sexy pose. "Shall we?" "We shall," Amy took her friend's arm as they headed downstairs for a light breakfast of fresh fruit and bagels. They each called home while they ate to check on their families. Finished, they grabbed a taxi to the college since neither of them had worn shoes that made walking three city blocks an option. **** Day two of the conference ended up as a dud. The presenters weren't nearly as interesting or dynamic and the presentations weren't really relevant to either of them. As the speakers droned on and the power point presentations endlessly played on the screen they spent the morning not really paying attention. The lights were dimmed just enough for them to take advantage of their relative isolation in the back of the room. Like a couple of school girls they wrote each other notes, drew silly pictures, texted back and forth and were just out and out being silly. After the mid-morning break they went back to their seats and Laurel's stomach audibly growled which caused them both to giggle. Amy's phone vibrated. L: Starving! What r u hungry for? A: IDK...u? L: After last night need 2 keep it lite...salads? A: perfect! Since learning earlier that morning that no one took attendance at these things they decided to slip quietly out of the rear exit thirty minutes early and hailed a cab. They told the driver what they wanted to eat and he knew just the place. The taxi dropped them off at quaint looking eatery and the man promised he'd swing back by in about an hour to pick them up. Laurel tipped him generously and gave him a wink. Yep, he'd definitely be back. Best Christmas Gift Ever They placed their orders - a Cobb salad for Laurel and Amy decided on a chicken Caesar salad and they both chose sparkling water to drink. Once again they took a few minutes to send the obligatory texts to their husbands and children. Right on time the food arrived just as they finished with their messages. About half way through the meal Laurel called the waiter over and ordered them both a glass of wine. Amy looked at her in surprise. "Do you think that's a good idea?" "Why not?" Laurel shrugged. "We aren't driving and it's not like we're getting drunk." "True," Amy agreed. "We need to have some fun today, Ames," Laurel advised. "It's not like we get this chance often." "Again," Amy pointed her fork in agreement, "very true." They were both on their second glass of wine when Laurel looked at Amy with pursed lips. "So...question." "Okay," Amy cocked her head expectantly. "Did you ever take that special bath?" Amy nodded and took a drink of wine. Earlier that week Laurel had suggested that she should try taking a bubble bath to help her get over her 'reservations'. Not to make a big deal out of it, just soak in a hot tub and explore her own body, no goal of getting off in mind, just let her hands wander and see how it felt. "Really?" Laurel perked up. "You did?" Amy blushed and cleared her throat before answering. "I did...well, sort of." "Uh-huh," Laurel gave her a patient smile. "I'm going to guess sort of means you didn't." "No, I did," Amy lowered her voice and leaned further across the table. "I turned out all the lights, lit some candles and added some bubbles. It was nice." "Sounds like it," Laurel's interest now peaked, she leaned in as well. "And...what happened?" "I started massaging my boobs and that felt really good." "Nice... and?" "Then I was interrupted by one of the kids," Amy sighed. "So you gave yourself a breast exam," Laurel grinned in sympathy. "Pretty much," Amy nodded with a good natured laugh. "I guess that's as far as I got." "Well, you kinda got started," Laurel laughed with her. "At least your head's in the right place." "Yeah, I guess it was," Amy nodded. "For a little while anyway." "Have you given any more thought to using a toy? It might help." "Not really," Amy sighed. "I just don't know if that's really for me, toys and all that." "I understand," Laurel said. "I'm just trying to give you some options." "I appreciate it," Amy shrugged. "I just wonder if we're making too big a deal of all this." "Nonsense," Laurel leaned forward to get her point across. "Every woman needs to know her own body." "So you keep saying," Amy sighed. "Ames," Laurel reached out and gave Amy's hand a squeeze. "I'm sorry if I'm putting pressure on you or stressing you out - not my intention." "No, you're fine," Amy waved her off. "I just need to figure out if this is really worth it." "I'll pretend you didn't just say that." "Okay, I take it back," Amy smiled and then her brow furrowed. "This is just hard for me." "I know," Laurel smiled and reached out her other hand to hold both of Amy's. "I'm right here with you. Anything you need...anything." "Thank you," Amy smiled back and was a little surprised when she felt tears threatening at the corner of her eyes. "But we do need to get you over this thing already," Laurel cracked with a grin. "There's nothing like a mind blowing orgasm to help a girl relax. It does a body good you know." Amy laughed. "I have one more thing to say about it and then I'll shut the hell up," Laurel announced. "This ought to be interesting." "Seriously," Laurel replied. "It hurts my heart that my best friend doesn't see herself the way I see her." Amy cocked her head in an unspoken question. "While we're here I just want you to try and forget all that stuff from when you were a kid," Laurel continued. "Be confident. Let yourself feel sexy." Amy's shook her head and giggled as she picked up her glass. "I wish it was that easy." "Well, it kind of is," Laurel shrugged and downed the rest of her wine in one swallow. "Start by taking a good look in the mirror. Girl, you need to appreciate what the good Lord blessed you with. You're smoking hot, Ames, a 100% certified MILF. You should enjoy that fact by being sexually satisfied in any damn way you choose." "Well, thank you...and it's official," Amy announced with a laugh. "You're hired as my own personal cheerleader." "Amy," Laurel warned with a raised eyebrow. "Okay, okay," Amy nodded in surrender. "I hear you... loud and clear." "Finally," Laurel grumped. "And you'll start actually listening to me?" "I promise." "Good," Laurel grinned. "Now finish that wine." Amy downed the last of her wine. "If I didn't know better I'd think you were trying to get me drunk." "That's actually not a bad idea." "That sounds like I might be in trouble," "Maybe," Laurel winked at her as she handed her credit card to the waiter. "But you know it's a good kind of trouble." "Laurel," it was Amy's turn for a warning as she recognized that look. The waitress interrupted them and Laurel signed the check, leaving a very generous tip. They exited the restaurant and the same taxi was waiting outside as promised. In the backseat Laurel scooted up close to Amy so she could talk to her quietly. "I think it's time we started working on loosening you up a bit." "Ruh-roh," Amy gulped. "I think I might be in that trouble I mentioned." "Pishaw!" Laurel scoffed. "I would never ask you to do anything I wouldn't do." "In that case, I am definitely in trouble." This cracked them both up as the wine was hitting them a little more than they thought it would. Laurel got a mischievous look in her eye as she lowered her voice. "Remember you did just promise you'd do what I say." "Uh, actually I think I promised I'd listen to what you had to say." "Mere technicality," Laurel waved her off. "You did promise though." "I did," Amy agreed and then mumbled, "me and my big mouth." "Well, it's time for you to be more adventurous." "This ought to be interesting," Amy chuckled. "I double-dog dare you not to wear a bra for the rest of the day." "Yeah, right." "I'm serious, Ames," Laurel looked her in the eye. "I triple-dog dare you." "Seriously?" Amy balked and then put a hand under each of her large breasts lifting them up so that her cleavage was ridiculously deep. "Go braless with these?" "Abso-freaking-lutely!" Laurel laughed and then laughed even harder when she saw how big the cab driver's eyes were in the rearview mirror. "Why not?" "Oh, I don't know," Amy wondered out loud, "because I don't want to get fired? And because I don't want to get arrested for indecent exposure?" "Take it easy, Shawshank," Laurel continued laughing and put a calming hand on her friend's thigh. "Nobody is going to get fired and no one said anything about going topless. You're just going to let the girls breathe a bit...let the puppies run free under your dress for a little while." "You're insane." "Why not?" "Uh, because you've lost your mind?" "I'm serious," Laurel leaned closer so she was almost whispering. "You need to feel sexy. It's the little things that make a woman feel sexy. This is a baby step, Ames, like literally not a big deal at all." "Not a 'big' deal?" Amy whispered back. "Hello? Have you seen my boobs?" "Amy," Laurel's voice grew just a shade firmer. "Do you trust me?" "Of course I do." "Then when we get back to the conference we're going to make a stop in the ladies room and you're going to take off your bra and put it in your purse." "Uh-huh," Amy shook her head with a small smile. "We'll just see about that." **** Their taxi got caught in some minor traffic and by the time it dropped them off in front of the college, they were cutting it close on time. Laurel dragged her friend by the hand to the ladies room and pushed her into a stall and followed her in. "Let's go, hurry up or we'll be late." "Laurel," Amy shook her head. "I really don't know about this." "Well, I do," Laurel declared with her hands on her hips. "Now stop making excuses." "I just don't feel comfortable going around in public without a bra on." "Ames," Laurel sighed and then slowly put her hands against the side of the stall on either side of Amy, very subtly trapping her. "You are seriously making a much bigger deal of this than it is. No one is going to be able to tell you don't have a bra on unless you want them to. You have a sweater you can put on and cover up with, right?" Laurel waited until Amy nodded her head before continuing. "You said you trusted me, right?" "You know I trust you." "Good," Laurel nodded. "And you know I want you to appreciate how sexy you are, right?" Amy rolled her eyes. "I guess so." "There's no guessing here," Laurel corrected and leaned in closer and lowered her voice. "You're sexy, Ames. You need to feel sexy." Amy sighed and looked down. "You promised you would listen to me, didn't you?" Amy nodded. "Well, I promise you are going to feel sexy as hell if you do this." "You really think so?" "I know so," it was Laurel's turn to nod. "Just think about how great it will feel to have the material of that dress rubbing against your nipples." Amy looked up into those sparkling green eyes. "It's going to make you feel so confident knowing that if you just open your sweater a little bit you can show anyone you want how fantastic your tits look," Laurel's smoky voice encouraged her. Amy's eyes grew wider. "But you'll be in total control, right?" Amy slowly nodded her head once, enthralled by the picture her friend's words were painting. "I promise that you are going to feel powerful and get so turned on knowing that some guy that you will never even see again is going to get a boner when he gets a look at those hard nipples of yours poking through your dress... if you choose to let him see them, right?" Once again, Amy's head bobbed up and down slowly almost as if she were being hypnotized. She felt so warm right now. "You have the power to show them off or not," Laurel's voice lowered even further and she leaned in just a little closer so she could whisper in Amy's ear. It caused her breasts to press up against Amy's impressive chest. "But can you just imagine how sexy you will feel knowing that some strange guy will take one look at you and go straight back to his room and stroke his big, hard cock thinking about you?" Amy could feel her face burning but it wasn't from embarrassment. "And don't kid yourself," she could hear the grin in Laurel's voice. "If you do decide to show off a little, I can guarantee that more than one of these women will be rubbing her pussy tonight as she fantasizes about how utterly delicious it would be to have your nipple in her mouth." "Oh, my," Amy breathed. She was very aware of how close Laurel was, how she could feel the woman's hard nipples poking into her breasts and how wonderful Laurel's perfume smelled. It was some kind of vanilla fragrance. "Isn't that hot?" Laurel whispered into her ear and Amy could have sworn for a split second she felt Laurel's lips graze her neck. It gave her goosebumps. "Knowing that some woman you don't even know will cum so fucking hard as she rubs her clit thinking about you?" Amy was almost panting now. She was getting turned on by Laurel's words. "But the choice is yours, Ames." Laurel announced and stepped back. "Take off your bra and put on your sweater, but only if you want to...just remember that you are in control of this situation." Amy breathed out and then offered a shaky smile. "Okay." "Awesome," Laurel smiled back. "Now hurry up and get back to our row and make sure no one takes our seats. I'm going to the next stall to pee." And then Laurel was gone. Amy's head was spinning. What had she just agreed to? She shook her head and thought, fuck it. She quickly slipped off her dress and unhooked her bra before she had second thoughts. She folded and refolded the large cups and wide band until it was just small enough to stuff into her purse. She put her dress back on and adjusted herself as she heard Laurel's shoe scrape the floor. She slipped her cardigan on, stepped out of the stall and straightened her sweater in the mirror. Laurel was right. Her breasts were hanging a little lower than normal, but with the sweater on you basically couldn't tell she was braless. "Hurry, Ames," Laurel's voice reminded her. "Save our seats, okay?" Amy chose to walk around and come into the lecture hall through the rear door which was closer to their seats in the back row. She self-consciously held her sweater closed as she walked but had to admit that it actually was quite liberating to feel her large breasts bounce and sway slightly with each step. Her best friend had been spot on - she did feel sexy. Amy found the back row remained empty and observed that the closest other attendee was sitting three rows down. She was starting to feel like maybe she had made a bigger deal out of this than she should have. She sat down and took a deep breath as she looked around. It was hard to just act natural and not be on the lookout for anyone looking her way for longer than normal or staring at her chest. She didn't want to give in to her temptation to be paranoid and chicken out. Get hold of yourself, Amy, she mentally scolded. No one was even bothering to look in her direction. Not that they had any reason to with her sweater wrapped tightly around her. Amy sat back and started to relax reminding herself of what Laurel had said. She was in control. It was true...she was in control. She was also a little surprised. She never would have guessed that she had an exhibitionist streak in her, but Laurel had been right again, this was exciting. Amy bit her lip in anticipation and then took a deep breath as she let her sweater fall open. She sat there for a moment and then actually straightened it so that the sides were tucked back behind the sides of her boobs. There, now they're really out there, she smiled to herself. If someone were to walk by or look at her they would probably notice she wasn't wearing a bra. And she liked the thought of that. Wow, she was actually doing this. She was really proud of herself until she glanced at her phone and saw that there was less than a minute until the session was supposed to start. No sign of Laurel. After all that effort to get her to go through with this and Laurel was going to ditch her? Amy checked her phone again and then turned around and watched the door. Come on, she whispered to herself, willing Laurel to appear. There was the rustle of binders being opened and pages being flipped. Amy turned back around. Looking up, she shook her head and couldn't help but grin at the sight of her best friend walking slowly in front of the stage. Laurel had her head up as she strode confidently up the inclined aisle to the back row. Amy's grin turned into a full blown smile as Laurel got closer and it became blatantly obvious that the redhead was not wearing a bra either. She watched in awe as at least a dozen people - mostly men but at least one woman - stared appreciatively at the bounce of her boobs and the two not so little bumps that were visible through the silk top. As Laurel took her seat the lecturer started right in on his presentation. Laurel acted like nothing was out of the ordinary as Amy continued to stare and grin at her. She finally turned her head with a sly smile. "What? You didn't think I'd let you do this by yourself did you?" Amy stifled her giggle. "You're so freaking awesome." "I know," Laurel winked. They got comfortable as the presentation droned on and within five minutes picked right back up where they had left off before lunch, scribbling notes to each other and sending texts. L: how do u feel? A: good...great actually L: well, u LOOK great too! A: ur one to talk - holy smokes, mama! Laurel's response was their signature emoji. Amy replied with the same emoji and they smiled at each other. Amy glanced down at Laurel's chest and admired how comfortable her friend seemed to be. She knew she was sexy and didn't mind if people looked at her and appreciated that sexiness. Amy had to admit that she certainly did. She glanced at Laurel's chest again. Hesitating for only a moment she put her phone down and slipped her sweater all the way off. As she picked up her phone it immediately vibrated. L: hubba hubba - now that's hot!!! Glancing up Amy saw that Laurel was shamelessly staring at her breasts and nodding in appreciation. She looked down and saw that her nipples were almost as hard as Laurel's and very, very visible through the thin material of her dress. She took a quick look around and then boldly pushed her chest out as she pretended to stretch. A: why, whatever could you mean? Laurel had to put her hand over her mouth to quiet her laugh. Encouraged, Amy slid down in her chair until she was sure that she was hidden from view. Laurel watched in interest as Amy then cupped both of her massive globes and gave them a quick squeeze for Laurel's benefit before sitting back up and acting like nothing had happened. She's really starting to get into this, Laurel thought, pleased with herself. Not to be outdone, Laurel didn't bother to hide as she slowly brought a hand up to her breast and gave it a squeeze. She let her hand linger as she slowly caressed herself and then took her already hardened nipple between her finger and thumb and gave it a pinch. Amy reached up and grabbed a piece of paper and a pen off the table and after scribbling on it held it up like a judge's scorecard. 9.5. Laurel scowled and grabbed her phone. L: 9.5? I was robbed! A: the Russian judge was a dick L: what's a girl got to do to get a 10??? A: uh, u don't want to know L: wanna bet? This caused Amy to giggle a little too loudly and earned them a few dirty looks from down below. They ducked their heads down and put their hands over their mouths to try and quiet their laughter. Finally getting control of themselves, they sat up and Laurel picked up her phone. L: I believe its ur turn A: For what? L: u started this game...Laurel shrugged and then grabbed her boob again in demonstration. A: we're gonna get kicked out! L: chicken shit Amy scowled at the message and then sat up straighter in her chair. She waited a moment as her eyes did a quick scan and made sure no one was watching before reaching a finger up and tugging the neckline of her dress down revealing a good portion of her breasts including the tops of her areolas. She turned toward the redhead and leaned forward. Wow was the only word Laurel could come up with as she struggled to look unaffected by the very impressive site. Amy pulled her dress back up and picked up her phone. A: and right back at ya, LMAO! L: nice! someone is starting to feel naughty! Amy smiled. A: maybe a little... IDK...feels good L: damn skippy feels good...r u excited? A: yeah, I guess... L: guess??? r u wet or not, LOL? A: Laurel! L: What? I want 2 know... I've been soaked since lunch! (and she included their favorite emoji). A: OMG!!! Laurel turned away and reached into her purse. She glanced at Amy who was busy with her phone not paying attention. Laurel set her phone down and then faced forward and acted like she was listening to the presentation. Slowly and nonchalantly she extended her arm out until her fist was hovering just above Amy's lap. Amy looked confused at the outstretched arm until it finally dawned on her that Laurel wanted her to take something. She reached up and Laurel's fist opened, dropping a small cloth bundle in her hand. The lights were still dimmer than normal for the presentations, but from the silky feel of the material Amy immediately realized it was Laurel's thong! Giggling, she grabbed her phone. Best Christmas Gift Ever A: U R INSANE!!! L: What??? A: hello, commando! L: yeppers... nothing I haven't done before, lol A: u could have just told me, I would have believed u L: well I told you I was soaked, LMAO... now u can see 4 urself Amy felt the damp gusset of Laurel's lacey thong against her palm. She hadn't been kidding - it was soaking wet. For some reason Amy ran her fingers over the damp material and caught a whiff of the tangy scent of Laurel's arousal. Now she was really confused. Was she supposed to be shocked or upset? She wasn't. It was kind of exciting to be sitting there holding her friend's panties in a room full of strangers. Was that wrong? Amy wasn't sure how she was supposed to feel at that moment, but it was crystal clear to her is that she was very turned on. In fact, what happened in the bathroom and their games in the back of the lecture hall were tapping into a whole new spectrum of stimulation. It was really confusing and kind of terrifying...so she thought she'd better try to play this off as no big deal. A: thanks a lot...now I have ur juices on my hand...ewwww. L: I beg your pardon??? A: what? L: u just said I was "ewwww"! A: totally not what I meant...ur juices + my hand = gross L: ur saying my pussy is gross?!?!? A: no, no, no, I didn't say... L: I happen to have a beautiful pussy, thank u very much! (Laurel had included a scowling frowny face). Amy hesitated, not sure what to type since she thought she might have actually hurt her friend's feelings. In reality, her hands were almost shaking with excitement. Was she brave enough to admit that this beautiful woman sitting next to her, her very best friend who just seemed to ooze sexy had turned her on? How was she supposed to explain that she only said that because Laurel's boldness was exciting her in ways that she had never felt before? She had no idea where to start...and now she feared she had ruined everything. She started typing out an apology and then deleted it and started to type something else. Looking up, she saw that Laurel was staring at her with a cocked eyebrow. Laurel reached down and picked up her purse and Amy's heart dropped. Would her best friend actually get up and leave? Why couldn't she have just been honest? Why couldn't she have been as bold as Laurel and just admitted that yes, she was wet too. Amy started to reach out her hand, but then stopped as Laurel set her bag down on the table. She slid it over a bit so that she was totally obstructed from view from the lecturer and the rows below them. Amy dropped her hand back into her lap as she watched in nervous anticipation. Laurel swiveled in her chair so that she was facing Amy. Without a word the redhead very slowly and deliberately began inching her skirt up her smooth thighs. She didn't stop until her skirt was hiked all the way up to her waist. Laurel looked Amy directly in the eye and then very slowly opened her knees. Picking up her phone, she didn't break eye contact until she looked down for a moment to type. L: does my pussy really look gross 2 u? Laurel looked back up and again stared directly into Amy's blue eyes. It was obvious that the curvaceous brunette was doing everything in her power to maintain eye contact. Every reasonable synapse in Amy's brain wanted to turn and make sure no one in the room was looking at them or could see what was happening, but those green eyes wouldn't let her go. It felt like time had stopped and that they were the only two people that existed right now in this place. She continued looking into those eyes that were silently daring her to look down. Amy didn't know if she should or if she was supposed to or what...she only knew that a part of her really, really wanted to. Laurel's hands moved but her eyes never left Amy's. Amy's phone vibrated again. L: does it? Amy glanced down and then looked back up into Laurel's face again. She was so nervous that she looked back down at her phone. She took a deep breath and then it was as if her eyes had a will of their own her and her gaze slowly moved upward. A small part of her brain acknowledged the very cute pair of Jimmy Choo heels. She held her breath as her gaze moved further up. She admired how sleek and sculpted Laurel's calves were and how they gracefully curved up into those smooth, milky thighs. She released the breath she'd been holding and took another. She blinked and found herself staring at Laurel's pussy. It was on full display and as Amy gawked Laurel opened her legs a little further. Amy had never really seen someone else's vagina before - not from this angle. She hadn't ever really taken the time to look at her own sex this closely much less another woman's. The little runway patch of dark red hair on her mons was oh-so-cutely trimmed into the shape of a heart, but the rest of it was bare giving Amy an unobstructed view. Laurel's darker outer lips were open revealing her almost delicate looking inner lips that were the prettiest shade of pink. The dark red opening was glistening wet. Amy unconsciously bit her lip as she watched a thick drop of Laurel's nectar leak out and disappear down into the shadows between her legs. She could even see how swollen Laurel's clit was, peeking out from its hood. Laurel's pussy looked...amazing. Amy's phone vibrated in her hand again, momentarily breaking the spell. L: well??? With a shaking hand, Amy typed a reply. A: not gross at all...ur beautiful. L: awww... thanks! With a wicked smile, Laurel slowly ran her hand up her thigh as Amy continued watching. She paused just to make sure Amy could see and then traced a finger slowly up and back down her pussy lips, dipping it into her slit to get it good and wet. She casually brought it to her face for inspection. She was watching Amy's face as she put that finger in her mouth. With a wink, Laurel picked up her phone: L: yep, still wet, LOL! Amy's eyes were wide and her mouth was practically hanging open. Laurel giggled and then typed: L: What??? Amy regained some of her composure. A: nothing...I've just never done that L: what? tasted urself? Amy sheepishly nodded in response rather than texting. L: Never? Amy shook her head. L: Never sucked steve after he's been in u? A: No L: Seriously??? so never - not even once? A: No... but u were... wow. L: well...always a first time (and of course she included their familiar emoji) A: What? NOW? L: u got it. reach down and touch urself A: Laurel... L: u still haven't told me how wet u r? LOL A: but here? L: if u want to...remember...u r in control Amy nodded and put on a brave smile as she tried to cover up her nervous fear and the utterly overwhelming thrill she was feeling right now. She was actually going to do this. Her fingers plucked at the hem of her dress as she began discreetly pulling it up her thighs. The higher she pulled up her dress the more she actually did want to touch herself. She wanted to do it for Laurel. When she had pulled her dress up almost to her waist, Amy slid her hand down and cupped her mound over her panties. She let a finger trace the outline of her lips through the material. Oh, wow. Laurel had been watching Amy closely with a satisfied smile on her face. L: wet? A: definitely, LOL! Amy grinned proudly after sending the text and felt her cheeks blushing. Laurel reached across her and gently took the hand Amy had used to touch herself. Amy didn't resist and watched as Laurel leaned towards her and the tip of her finger disappeared into Laurel's mouth. She gasped a little when she felt Laurel's lips close around it and immediately felt the sensation of Laurel's tongue swirling around up and down her finger. The sensuality of this woman sent a shiver down Amy's back. Laurel slowly withdrew the finger from her mouth and paused to give it a final little kiss. She gave Amy a wink before grabbing her phone. L: k...ur turn. Amy read the message and let out a long breath. She shook her head to try and clear it. L: u can do this... and u definitely should. U taste yummy! Amy was biting her lip as she read and turned her head to look at Laurel. Laurel smiled and whispered, "Go for it, Ames." Amy slid her hand back down her thigh. I can't believe I'm doing this, she thought with her eyes closed. She mentally willed herself to stop over-thinking and pushed her panties to the side. She rubbed her finger up and down her wet slit. Bringing her hand out, she paused to examine her glistening fingertip. Don't think, Amy, just own it, she reminded herself. She pushed the finger past her lips and sucked on it, running her tongue around it like Laurel had. She was actually doing it. It tasted sweeter than she had expected, but kind of tangy. It didn't taste too bad at all - to her surprise she actually kind of liked it. Right on time, her phone vibrated. L: Suh-weet! OMG, that is so hawt! A: thanks! (And of course Amy included their shared emoji). L: I'm thirsty as hell - let's get out of here Amy was a little surprised by Laurel's text. What the heck - was their little "playtime" adventure really over? Just like that? She quietly stood up as Laurel grabbed her phone, her purse and then Amy's hand. Amy didn't have much of a choice but to follow and she quickened her pace to keep up as Laurel practically dragged her towards the rear exit. Amy was more than a little confused as they walked quickly down the hall to the outer exit. "Wow, you must be really thirsty." "You have no idea," Laurel laughed as they stepped out into the sunshine and she held her hand up to signal one of the waiting taxis. "Since we're playing hooky, can we at least drink by the pool?" "Absolutely," Laurel smiled as she opened the door to the cab for Amy. Amy whispered excitedly in Laurel's ear for the entire ride back to the hotel. She kept going on about how awesome she felt and how exciting this whole afternoon had been. She suddenly grabbed Laurel's hand as the cab pulled up in front of the hotel. "Thank you, Laurel. You know...for just...you know." Laurel pulled Amy in for a hug and gave her a big kiss on the cheek. "I know... and you are more than welcome, Ames." Then Laurel threw some money at the driver and they practically ran for the elevator. **** Despite how exhilarating today had been a sense of apprehension was growing in the pit of Amy's stomach as the elevator rose. Today had definitely been exciting and fun. She'd broken new ground and had done things she didn't think she was capable of doing. Now the reality of what she suspected Laurel might be planning was hitting her. Amy just wasn't sure if she was ready to go through with this just yet. She had a hunch Laurel would probably head for the pool and leave her behind with some specific instructions. She didn't want to think about it just yet so she crossed the room and occupied herself by digging around in her suitcase in search of her swimsuit. She never wore a bikini since she needed the reinforced top of her special order one piece to keep 'the girls' in check. Turning around with her suit in hand, Amy saw that Laurel had already taken off her top. She wasn't sure why, but she suddenly felt very self-conscious that Laurel was standing in front of her in just her skirt. "Well," Amy announced quickly as she looked away. "Since you're changing in here, I'll just change in the bathroom." "We'll hit the pool in just a bit," Laurel suggested as she walked over to Amy. Taking Amy by the hand, Laurel led her over to the bed and with a gentle nudge sat her friend down. Amy looked up at Laurel and all she could see were those hard nipples at the tips of her breasts. She quickly looked back down. Laurel lowered the zipper on the side of her skirt. "I think we need to take care of some other business first." "We? I thought..." Confused, Amy wasn't exactly sure what to say and was suddenly even more nervous. As much as she tried she couldn't stop looking up and staring at Laurel's breasts. Taking a step back, Laurel let her skirt fall to the floor. Neither of them had bothered with the lamp when they came in, but even in the dim light being cast from the gap in the curtains Amy could see every detail of Laurel's nude body. Her auburn hair contrasted so sharply with her pale skin. She looked perfect. Amy's face felt warm and her palms were damp. Laurel walked very slowly past Amy and crawled up on the bed. Amy just sat there with her hands in her lap as Laurel flipped over and snuggled her shoulders into the pile of pillows to get comfortable, her breasts jiggling as she did. "I have to get some relief after all that build up." "Oh...yeah...I bet." It finally dawned on Amy that Laurel was every bit as horny as she was. Her face flushed as she concentrated on not staring. She cleared her throat as she saw her out. "Well, I'll just head down to the pool and you can meet me there when you're finished." "Let me rephrase that," Laurel chuckled. "We need some relief." "No. I mean, that's okay." "Ames," Laurel whispered as she seductively ran her hands up and down her thighs. "I know you're as turned on as I am. I think you need to do this. Now." "Laurel - " Amy began as she continued looking away. "I told you I'd be here for you," Laurel smiled when Amy's head turned towards her. She patted the bed beside her. "Come on over here." "You mean both of us?" Amy blinked. "Like - together?" "Absolutely." "Like - together together? At the same time?" "It'll make it easier for you," Laurel nodded confidently. "I'll walk you through it." "Really?" Amy was stunned. Suddenly the prospect of doing what Laurel was suggesting didn't seem so intimidating...and it was turning her on even more. "You'd do that for me?" "Of course I would," Laurel nodded and then laughed. "Besides, I'm about to bust!" This brought a laugh from Amy too, easing some of her tension. "You're sure this is okay?" "Of course I'm sure," Laurel patted the bed next to her again. "Come on up here." Amy stood up. "Better yet, hold on," Laurel held up a finger and then hopped out of bed. She scurried over to the fancy mirror that stood outside of the closet. It looked like it was an antique and stood on its own rather than being mounted on the wall. It was actually attached to a base that had wheels. She began pushing it over closer to the bed and grinned as she caught Amy checking out her butt. Amy saw that she had been busted and grinned back and shrugged. She couldn't help it. Her gorgeous best friend was running around their room naked. The mirror in position, Laurel walked over and stood behind Amy. She rested her hands on Amy's shoulders and turned her slightly so that they were looking at their reflections. "I want you to see what I see." Amy was trembling, in part because she felt a little embarrassed that this had become such a big deal for her. But she was also all too aware of Laurel's naked body standing so close to her. She took a deep breath and nodded. "Okay." "Do you have any idea how fantastic you look?" Laurel's reassuring voice was in her ear. Amy focused on Laurel's words and shivered as Laurel ran her fingertips up and down her arms. "I think you should take off your dress," Laurel whispered as her hands went back up Amy's arms and continued up until they reached behind her. She unbuttoned the three buttons at the back of Amy's dress. Amy nodded and began slowly pulling the dress up. Her thighs appeared in the mirror. Amy hesitated and pulled it up further to her waist until they could both see her lacy boy-short panties. With arms crossed, Amy gathered the material up in her hands and then in one fluid motion pulled it up and over her head. She bit her lip as she looked at herself in the mirror standing in front of Laurel in just her panties. Laurel's breath caught as she stared at Amy's chest. Each breast was full and round with only the slightest sag. Laurel also saw how cute and pink Amy's areolas and nipples were. She smiled to herself. It was all too obvious that her best friend was blessed and awesomely filled out a sweater, but great day in the morning, Amy's boobs looked even better than she had imagined they would. "So beautiful," Laurel cooed and ran her fingernails down the length of Amy's arms again. She stopped when her hands were resting on top of Amy's. She spread her fingers and placed Amy's hands under her own. Laurel began to move them in unison, keeping her hands on top so that Amy was given the sensation of feeling but she was in control. She guided Amy's hands and ran them up and over the curve of her hips and lightly caressed the outside of each of her friend's breasts. Laurel knew not to go too fast and kept the pace deliberately slow. Amy watched in fascination as their hands explored her body in a way she hadn't ever done before. She leaned her head back slightly to rest against the side of Laurel's head. It had been a very long time since she had felt this luxuriously relaxed. It was similar to how she sometimes felt when she had a particularly enjoyable dream. Amy felt as if she were far away from her own body and yet could feel every subtle touch of her own fingertips. A little smile tugged at the corner of her mouth as she noticed that Laurel had begun softly humming. Amy didn't want to even bother trying to figure out what song it was, she just knew she loved the sound that throaty voice was making and the way it faintly vibrated against her back. Laurel brought Amy's hands back down all the way to her thighs and then back up again to stroke the outside of those large globes. She repeated this a few more times until on the return trip she guided Amy's hands from the outside of her tits to gently cup them, not that they came even close to fitting into either of their hands. Laurel loved that Amy's heavy breasts were so soft and smooth yet firm. She slowly guided Amy's hands back down and then up again, touching and caressing. She repeated this three more times until she gently took her hands away. Amy's hands continued on their own without Laurel's assistance, slowly rubbing up and down her body, pausing longer each time to caress and squeeze and massage her tits. She could hardly believe how utterly sensual she felt touching herself. Laurel whispered in her ear again how beautiful she was and for the first time in a very long time, Amy felt beautiful. And wet...she was so turned on her juices were literally running down the inside of her thighs. "My goodness, but you are sexy," Laurel purred and put her hands back on Amy's shoulders, turning her towards the bed. She guided her friend forward and laid her down then climbed in next to her. Rolling onto her side, Laurel immediately put her hand back on top of Amy's and resumed the caressing motions until Amy got the gist. She closed her eyes and continued running her hands up and down her body, focusing most of her attention on her large breasts. Laurel propped herself up on an elbow to watch and began stroking her own breast, squeezing and rubbing the pad of her thumb over her hardened nipple. She was thrilled that Amy seemed to be really enjoying this and a little smile of satisfaction played across her lips as she watched her best friend squeeze her thighs together. "So sexy, Ames," she whispered. Laurel watched Amy for another minute and decided it was time to take it a step further. She gently placed her hand back on top of Amy's, directing it down to her stomach. She kept her hand in place as she showed Amy how she should stroke and tease all around her stomach and pelvis. She loved the fact that Amy's other hand was still busy pulling and pinching on first one of her nipples and then the other. Laurel continued to guide Amy's soft caresses lower, gradually getting closer and closer to the waistband of her panties. Best Christmas Gift Ever She led Amy's hand further down on to her panty covered mound and then back up to her tummy again. She repeated this motion a few times, letting Amy's fingertips linger for just a little longer on the damp crotch of her panties each time. Amy's breathing was obviously getting deeper and heavier with the way her considerable chest was rising and falling. As their hands went down to Amy's pussy again, Laurel focused her guidance on Amy's fingertips. She helped her trail them up and down the outside of her vulva. She continued steering Amy's fingers closer and closer to her sex. On the downward stroke Laurel made sure to apply a little more pressure so that Amy's pussy lips parted around her fingertips and then on the upward stroke their fingers grazed lightly over Amy's clit causing her to flinch and a little moan to escape her lips. Laurel moved their hands back down and repeated this process three more times before she took her hand away. Amy was way too aroused to stop now. She brought both of her hands back up to squeeze her tits and pinch her nipples. With her eyes tightly closed she let her right hand follow the same path down to her now soaking wet panties. She hesitated for only a moment before rubbing her fingers up and down her slit. She let out a quivering breath as she continued to stroke and rub until Laurel reached down and smoothly pulled the waistband of Amy's panties down. Amy's hand was now in direct contact with her most sacred place. She let out another quiet moan when she felt how slick and swollen her lips were. Laurel felt like Amy was about ready to get down to some serious masturbation and her hunch was right. Her friend didn't offer up the slightest bit of resistance when Laurel helped her slide the ruined panties completely off. It didn't escape Laurel's attention that Amy's eyes remained closed, but she also noticed the dreamy smile on her friend's face didn't falter. As soon as her underwear was off Amy's hands went right back to rubbing and touching her pussy. Laurel smiled to herself. She was so proud of her best friend. Amy continued rubbing unaware that the ginger lying next to her was getting really turned on by watching her. Laurel rubbed a finger up and down her own slit, mirroring her friend's movements as Amy explored herself. Laurel watched Amy's fingers investigate every inch and fold of her pussy, experimenting with what felt good and what felt even better. Amy eventually found a nice combination that almost made her dizzy when she dipped her fingers into her opening and the knuckle of her thumb brushed up against her clit. She lifted her left hand off of her breast and focused on repeating that feeling again. She let the fingers of her right hand penetrate between her folds as the fingertips of her other hand made little circles around her swollen clit. Holy fuck, this felt good! For the first time ever, Amy felt her orgasm start to build without someone else as the cause. She increased the tempo of her movements as she felt it drawing closer and closer. Her hands moved faster and faster until the sounds of her fingers going in and out of her pussy could be heard over her own gasps and moans. The fingers of her left hand were a blur as she continued furiously rubbing her clit. She was almost there, felt her orgasm building like a wave and moaned loudly as the wave got a little closer to crashing over her. Laurel could feel she was getting closer to her own orgasm as she intently watched Amy touch herself. It was amazing how unbelievably sexy her friend looked right now with her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth slightly open. Laurel slowed her strokes so they could cum together. After a few more minutes, Laurel thought that Amy should have been ready to explode right about now. The brunette groaned and tossed her head back and forth a few times. It felt like her release was right there, just out of reach. She was so close; her breath was coming in gasps as she furiously rubbed and fingered her pussy. Fuck, so close...but for some reason she couldn't quite push herself over the edge. She bit her bottom lip in frustration. Laurel watched her friend groan and bite her lip, recognizing the signs of a desperate woman who was close but not quite able to get there. Laurel took her hand away from her own pussy and leaned towards Amy. "Are you close, Ames?" Amy frowned with her eyes still closed. "Yes...so fucking close." Laurel pursed her lips and quickly mulled this over. She gently touched Amy's shoulder. "Sweetie," she said, running her fingernails up and down. "How can I help?" "I don't know," Amy panted. "I'm so close." "Ames," Laurel replied quietly. "I can help you. Is that okay?" "I don't...I...okay," Amy whispered with her brow furrowed in concentration. She needed to cum so bad right now she couldn't think straight. "Just...please!" Laurel reached over and placed her hand on Amy's large breast. Amy's eyes shot open when Laurel ran her hand over it and then squeezed. She watched as Laurel's fingers played over her nipple, pausing to gently pinch it. Her breath caught watching Laurel's slim, feminine fingers touching her skin. The wave felt like it was getting bigger. Laurel looked into Amy's eyes as she moved her head down and then stretched out her tongue to give Amy's swollen nipple a lick. Amy started to tremble. "Oh, fuck," Amy gasped as she watched her nipple disappear between Laurel's lips. Laurel's tongue swirled around the nub over and over again. She increased the sucking pressure with her mouth as she switched to rapidly lashing it with the tip of her tongue. Amy's legs stiffened when she felt Laurel's teeth gently bite down. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming," Amy repeated over and over. Laurel suckled even harder and reached across and grasped Amy's other nipple and began pinching and pulling on it. Amy's body was literally vibrating as her orgasm swept through her. "Yes...fuck yes," Amy hissed. "Don't stop, don't stop...gonna...cum...again." Laurel quickly slid her hand off of Amy's other tit and brought it down to stroke her thigh as she began to pull just a little harder on the woman's nipple with her teeth. She started rapidly alternating between sucking Amy's nipple, flicking it with her tongue and then pulling on it with her teeth. It was almost amusing at how difficult it was to keep her mouth on Amy's boob with the way her friend's chest was heaving. She slid her hand up the inside of Amy's thigh, careful not to disturb the rhythm of her friend's fingers moving in and out of her pussy. Laurel didn't hesitate as she starting rubbing her middle finger on Amy's rosebud. Amy moaned and Laurel felt her friend spread her legs further apart. The inside of Amy's thighs and down into the crack of her butt were slick, covered in her juices. Laurel met very little resistance as her finger slowly slid into Amy's ass. The voluptuous brunette's entire body went rigid and she cried out, "Fuuuuck!" as the biggest wave of an orgasm she'd ever felt crashed over her with a jolt. Her toes curled as her body locked up and the pulsing sensations throbbed over every nerve ending. Amy arched her back and held her breath for a good twenty seconds before she finally gasped and her body finally began to relax, her legs twitching. Laurel took her mouth off of Amy's tit and gave her nipple a soft kiss as she gently eased her finger out of Amy's ass and scooted up beside her friend. She drew Amy to her and held her through the last little spasms of her second climax. "Holy shit," Amy panted and then reached up squeezed Laurel's arm. "I mean...thank you." "Yeah," Laurel laughed. "Holy shit is right and you're welcome." "That was - " Amy was still having trouble catching her breath. "Incredible." Laurel leaned down and kissed Amy's sweaty forehead. "I'm so proud of you, Ames." Amy giggled. "I actually did it, didn't I?" "Oh yeah, big time." "That was freaking awesome," Amy purred contentedly "You are freaking awesome." "Well," Amy paused. "I did have a little help." "First time and all that," Laurel reassured her. "What are friends for?" Amy wrapped her arms around Laurel and snuggled in closer, her large breasts pressing into her friend's stomach. "And you are my bestest friend ever." "Awww," Laurel squeezed her friend affectionately. "And you're mine." "Love you, best friend," Amy mumbled through a yawn. She wiggled into one last snuggle-hug to get comfortable and Laurel realized her friend had dozed off. "Love you too, Ames," she whispered. **** Epilogue: Amy slowly opened her eyes. She was comfortable and warm. She smiled in the contented warmth that only comes in the aftermath of an epic orgasm. She could feel Laurel's silky skin pressed up against her own as they cuddled. It felt really nice. She blinked slowly and sighed as Laurel played with her hair. "How long was I asleep?" "Just a few minutes," Laurel replied and squeezed her tighter. "Hey," Amy frowned and pulled back, propping herself up on an elbow so she could look at Laurel. "What about you? You never got your chance, you know – for that release you said you needed." "I'm fine," Laurel shrugged it off. "This was all about you." "Now I feel selfish," Amy pouted. "Just stop," Laurel smiled. "I'm so happy for you. It was incredible to watch you and I'm just glad I was able to help a little." "It was awesome, wasn't it?" Amy smiled back. "I can't thank you enough... I didn't gross you out or anything did I?" "Of course not," Laurel laughed and pulled Amy back down into an embrace. They were facing each other. Both women smiled and looked into each other's eyes. It felt very intimate. "Ames," Laurel whispered and then hesitated. "I just want you to know how important our friendship is to me...how important you are to me." Amy beamed. "You know I – " "Shhhhh," Laurel interrupted. "Let me finish. You're my best friend and I love you...and I want to ask you for a favor." "Anything," Amy said without hesitation. "You know what's mine is yours." "It's a big favor," Laurel said quietly with an uncharacteristically serious expression. "Anything," Amy nodded. "But if we're burying a body just tell me now so I know what to wear." Laurel smiled and then leaned in and pressed her lips softly against Amy's. Amy was stunned. Laurel's lips were pillowy soft as they locked in perfectly against her mouth. Her head was buzzing. She could feel the smoothness of Laurel's legs against hers and she could still smell traces of Laurel's perfume as they continued to gently move their mouths together. It was the softest, sweetest kiss Amy had ever experienced and she realized that she was kissing Laurel back. After a few seconds Laurel pulled away and smiled. "Okay... um..." Amy whispered. "Wow." "I love you, Ames," Laurel explained with that sultry voice. "But I'm not I'm not falling in love with you. This isn't like that. I just wanted you to know...but for right now, while we're here...I really need to do this." "I understand," Amy replied slowly. "I mean, I've been curious before too, you know... what it would be like to kiss a woman and all that. It's cool, I didn't mind at all. As a matter of fact I – " Laurel cut her off with another kiss. It started out as soft as the first one, but then Laurel brought her hand up to rest on Amy's cheek and it began to grow deeper and more passionate. Amy felt Laurel's tongue sweeping across her lower lip and before she realized it that tongue was inside of her mouth exploring and caressing her own tongue. Amy wasn't really sure how she felt right now. She was confused and a little scared, but she was also getting really turned on. She jumped a little when Laurel's hand left her face and gently settled on her breast. Was this cheating? Should she put a stop to this? Did she really want to? She answered her own question when Laurel's fingers began lightly pinching her nipple and she moaned into the woman's mouth. Laurel kissed her way down to Amy's neck as she groped and massaged her boob. She kissed and then licked Amy's earlobe and whispered. "You are so fucking beautiful, Ames. I want to give you this. I need to." Amy moaned again as Laurel continued kissing her neck and then went lower and kissed and licked the tops of her breasts. Amy brought her hand up to run it through Laurel's hair as her friend's mouth found its way to her nipple. "Mmmm, yes," she purred. The redhead focused all of her attention on Amy's massive breasts as she tried to take hold of as much of the flesh as she could in her hands. Squeezing and caressing them she alternated licking and sucking one nipple and then the other. Laurel was simply amazed at how big and round and perfect they were. She could have spent hours worshipping them but they weren't her ultimate destination. With a final squeeze of her breasts and kiss to each of Amy's nipples, Laurel continued kissing her way down Amy's stomach. Amy was panting in anticipation as Laurel gave each of her nipples a kiss and then she lost sight of her friend due to the large swells of her breasts. She felt Laurel kissing her stomach and closed her eyes. When she felt the first soft kiss to the top of her mons she mumbled "Fuck this," and pushed up on to her elbows so she could see what was happening to her. The sight of Laurel's perfect ass sticking up in the air and that head of flaming hair nestled between her legs caused her to gasp. It was the most erotic thing she had ever seen in her life. When Laurel's tongue dragged slowly down her slit, parting her inner lips and grazing her clit she thought she might cum right then and there. Laurel adjusted her knees and wiggled her ass to get into a comfortable position and gave Amy's pussy a firm lick with the flat of her tongue...then another. She felt the soft outer lips part for her and was rewarded with the sweet taste and velvety sensation of Amy's slit. Laurel's tongue lapped at the soft folds and she looked up. Over the tops those large breasts were a pair of wide blue eyes watching her intently. She smiled as she licked and then burrowed her tongue into Amy's center and was satisfied when she heard a gasp followed closely by a moan. Laurel paused to give Amy another long lick from her rosebud to her clit and then went back down to slide her tongue in even deeper into her center. Amy was breathing heavily as Laurel took her time to explore every fold and crevice of her pussy. She had never experienced a more intense feeling of pleasure in her life. The wave of her orgasm was building...and it was big. Bigger than any she had ever known. It felt like it was almost going to be too much. Laurel sensed that Amy was getting close and reluctantly put her efforts into taking her all the way. She could have licked Amy's pussy all night, but that might be a bit much for their first time. She swirled her tongue around Amy's swollen clit and then went down and dipped it back inside of her center. Laurel pushed her tongue in even deeper and began fucking her friend's pussy with it drawing more of the nectar into her mouth. When she felt Amy start to tense up Laurel moved her mouth up to lightly flick her tongue across Amy's clit again. Amy moaned loudly. Laurel knew she was on the brink. She softly fastened her lips around Amy's clit and gently sucked it into her mouth, thrumming her tongue back and forth and up and down. Amy was grasping the bedspread and sheets in her fists and began gasping and panting like she had just finished a marathon. Then Laurel began swirling her tongue in tight circles around the little nub. "OH, FUCK!" Amy screamed and fell back when her entire body felt like it was being zapped with electricity. She arched and went rigid as her orgasm crashed down like a tidal wave. Little sparkly fireworks were going off behind her eyelids and then there was pressure. As another wave of pleasure washed through her she felt wetness flowing out of her soaking the bedspread. "Ooh my...fuck...fuckfuckfuck!" Amy babbled. Laurel opened her mouth wide and drank as much of Amy's release as she could. It drenched her face and her hair and she nearly choked on it. She slowed her efforts and then took her mouth off of Amy's pussy as her friend's body finally collapsed back on the bed. Laurel lovingly stroked Amy's thighs and watched her giant boobs heave up and down as she tried to catch her breath and regain her senses. Amy started to mumble something and then fluttered her hands uselessly as she was still breathless. Laurel giggled. "What did you say? I didn't quite catch that." "Most...epic..." Amy finally managed to croak. "un...be...lievable...never...cum...before..." Laurel laughed as she stood up and ducked into the bathroom for a towel and began wiping off her face. "Definitely my pleasure, Ames." "No...seriously," she was starting to recover somewhat. "I don't...think...I can move..." "Consider it one of your Christmas presents," Laurel laughed harder. "Best... Christmas... present... ever!" Laurel jumped on the bed beside her friend and smiled at her. She looked into Amy's eyes and then gently kissed her. "Like I said. You're my best friend. I just needed to do that for you." "That was..." Amy smiled back at her and could taste herself on Laurel's lips. "I've never cum like that before...did I?" "Squirt?" Laurel finished the question for her. "Yeah, you did. It was awesome!" Amy sighed contentedly. "Awesome doesn't even begin to describe it." Laurel stood back up and mimicked a curtsey. Then she reached over and grabbed a tissue from the box on the night stand and wiped her nose laughing. "I think I got girl-cum up my nose." Amy laughed with her and then paused. She got a very serious look on her face. "Um...so... what now?" "What do you mean what now?" Laurel laughed again. "Well," Amy replied thoughtfully and sat up. Laurel grinned. She just couldn't get over those magnificent boobs. "Well?" "Well," Amy repeated and then her voice grew quieter. "Isn't it... your turn to feel good?" Laurel tossed the tissue on the floor and sat down on the bed next to Amy. She looked at her friend and placed her hand on top of Amy's. "I don't know...is it?"