17 comments/ 19866 views/ 53 favorites Girl Crush By: Imstillfun The first time I met Vanessa I was in the 8th grade. It was May and we were all looking forward to summer break and talking about what high school would be like. All we 8th graders were going to the high school for an orientation. When we got there we were broken into 10 groups of 12 and each group of 12 was hosted by a graduating senior. She was the senior assigned to our group. You would think I would have first noticed how pretty she was, but that wasn't it. It was how she stood, and how well she spoke. 12 unruly 8th graders all stopped to listen to her when she spoke. She just commanded all our attention. We listened raptly to everything she told us as we toured the school. We passed other groups. None of them were as involved as we were. We were asking questions almost vying for her attention. I listened carefully as she explained that she was the senior class president and the role of student government. She worked on the student paper, and TV station. She told us about sports. She played volleyball. She laughed telling us they were not the top of the league or the bottom, but she told us the benefits. When she asked, none of the girls my group were planning on playing sports. By the time she was done telling us about them I had already chosen to run track the next year. When the tour was over I was disappointed. I wanted to spend more time with her. She seemed so nice. I wanted to be her friend. As we went to the bus she said good bye and wished us luck for the following year. Over that summer I thought of her a lot. I thought about all she'd accomplished through school. From that one day, she became a model for me. I did go into student government, also did student news and tv. I also worked in theater. While in school I realized I was happier behind the scenes than on stage. Once in awhile, around town, I'd see the girl. Not often, but once in awhile. The first time, I almost hid. I was with my mom and pointed her out. Embarrassing the hell out of me my mom said hello and told Vanessa that my name was Jess and about the impression she'd made on me. Vanessa asked me a question or two. I was so star struck I could barely answer. Afterwards, I felt so stupid I knew she'd hate me if she ever saw me again. A few months later I saw her again. Well she actually saw me first and recognized me. "Hi Jess," she said. She stopped and said hello and asked about my school work. She was impressed with all the things I'd done and her approval made me feel wonderful. She told me where she went to school and that she was a journalism major. I was in heaven. I could not believe she remembered my name ever mind talked to me. I went home babbling all about her and how exciting journalism sounded. After that, the few times I saw her I asked as many questions as I could. Truthfully I just wanted to hang around her. She'd ask me about my schoolwork, boyfriend(s), sports. She seemed genuinely interested in me. I would ask about her school and once asked about her dating. She brushed me off laughing, "Who has time to date." Every time we spoke I would go home filled with energy and talking about her and what we talked about. When people would ask me what I wanted to do I was very specific. I wanted to do what she did. The same college and a journalism major, nothing else. As a senior it was the only college I applied to. With my grades and extracurricular activities, I was accepted early admissions. It was about this time I started to reflect on how pretty she was. In high school she was 5'8 and maybe 105lbs. She was pretty. When I saw her I would notice her clothes. She always looked great. I would try and match her fashion sense. Not creepy like outfit for outfit, but the same styles. In college she had become gorgeous. Her figure had filled out to what must have been a size 5. She had shoulder length blonde and long legs. I had a boyfriend most of my senior year. Whenever I would see Vanessa I would tell him about her. I didn't realize how much I talked about her. He was the first person who used the words 'Girl Crush' with me. It was towards the end of my senior year. I had just turned 18 and was having a small party. I was asking my boyfriend if he thought I could invite Vanessa. He laughed at me. "You barely know her." he said. "She's what, 4 years older than you? Maybe 5? Do you really think she'd want to come party with your friends?" "I know her. I see her all the time," I replied. "Not really," he answered. "You talk about her all the time. I only remember you seeing her in February. You ran into her at a store. When else did you see her?" I thought about it. He was right. I saw her 3 months ago for a few minutes. Before that I ran into her at a Starbucks and we chatted for 10 minutes catching up, and another time we said hi on a sidewalk. "Wow, I guess you're right," I said. "I don't know why I thought it was more." "Because you have a huge girl crush on her," he answered. I'd never heard the term. I am straight. I was then. I had no sexual interest in girls. I mean, I could look and see one was pretty, but that's as far as it went. "I'm not gay," I responded indignantly. "I know," he said. "A girl crush is when a girl has an overwhelming interest in a girl she admires or is attracted to. It's not really sexual. It's a desire to be near her." I tried to argue. He was being silly. I didn't have a crush on her. He listened to me argue. Unfortunately, the more I argued, the more I realized he was right. I didn't have sexual feelings for her, but I did totally want to hang with her. It became a joke between us. Every time I'd mention her he'd just kind of snidely say 'girl crush'. It wasn't mean. He was saying it to be funny. I'd throw a pillow at him or play punch him in the arm and then go on with my story. Since I really didn't see her that much it was often a recollection of something she and I did or something she told me. Sometimes it was wondering what she would do or say in a specific situation. To be clear, I wasn't obsessed with her. It's just that since this story is about her, I'm talking about her a lot. In reality I had, and still do, lots of interests and things I did but I would quote her a lot, mention how she did things or wonder how she would approach something. Graduation happened and I did head off to the school she went to. I knew she had graduated but did not have any idea what she was doing. I actually wondered if I'd ever see her again. People often move away after college. I was a week into my freshman journalism 101 class when she walked in. She walked up to the professor and handed him something. It was a big class, maybe 50-60 of us. She didn't see me. The professor introduced her as his TA and gave out her office hours. I wrote them down. I looked at my schedule to see when I was free during her office hours. During most of them I had class but there was one open slot. I made a note to go visit her that day. I probably could have just dropped in, but I was too nervous and excited to do that. We had a writing assignment so I decided I could ask her to clarify part of the assignment. On the given day I went to her office. I realized it was actually the professor's office that she used when he didn't. As soon as I knocked she recognized me. We made small talk. She of course didn't know I went to the school or that I majored in journalism. She was thrilled to find out I was in her class. We chatted about my other classes, and what she was doing. I asked my question which we disposed of in 5 minutes. At one point she said, "I'm going to get some coffee. Would you like to join me?" My heart stopped. This woman I admired so much had asked me for coffee. We went to the student union. We chatted all the way. "Wow," she said. "You sure turn heads." I was confused. "What?" I babbled. "Really?" she said. "You didn't notice all those guys checking you out as we walked in?" I hadn't. Like i said, I had a boyfriend my senior year, we'd recently broken up, but most other times I was just too busy for boys. I certainly didn't think they noticed me. I mean, I wasn't bad looking. I was 5'5" and about 110. I had wavy brown hair down to my shoulder blades. I had blue eyes that were a contrast to my hair. I had hips and a bustline 34c. I knew I was cute, but thought I just blended in. As we talked we got into a little game of pointing out guys who were checking us out. We tried to figure out which they preferred. I was loving it. This girl I admired for so long was now paying attention to me. As we were about to end the conversation something clicked. She told me she had a journalism assignment. It was to interview someone and write about it. When she graduated she wanted to work in front of the camera, so she really wanted to do the interview on video. She remembered that I was taking a video production class and I'd worked in the TV studio in high school. She knew my professor and asked if I had a production assignment coming up. We looked at the syllabus online and realized I did. She asked me if I wanted to help her produce the interview. I tried not to sound too excited. I'm sure I failed. We spent a little while discussing the assignment and how to go about it. First, I had to ask my professor if a joint project with Vanessa would count as that assignment. I left coffee with my heart beating so fast I could not contain myself. I went right to my professor and pitched the idea. He loved it. I immediately called Vanessa. We were on. I couldn't wait to tell people I knew that I was working on a project with Vanessa. My roommate and a guy I worked with both said, "You mean your girl crush?" I got mad and said she wasn't my 'girl crush'. They just laughed which made me even madder. We got down to work on the project. Vanessa arranged an interview with a well known local politician. She told me that she probably got the interview on her looks. She had called and emailed him and the staff rejected her so she finally went to the office. At one point he'd seen her in the waiting room. A bit later he came out and said he'd heard she wanted to interview him. He agreed and gave us the name of the person to organize it with. She was not thrilled that her looks got her in but was happy about the interview. We worked together setting up the project. We researched the candidate. Came up with questions. Talked about camera angles. We only had one camera so we needed to decide where we wanted to focus on him when he answered or her when she asked the questions. Working with her was amazing. It was like everything I dreamed of. I was in heaven. One night after working with her it was late when we were done. Vanessa suggested I just spend the night. I protested a little, truthfully I didn't want to walk home, so I finally said yes. We laughed about me doing the walk of shame home the next day. After all I hadn't brought clothes. She laughed and said the worst thing about the walk of shame is you're always going commando because you don't have clean underwear. We both laughed. Then she made a joke about people seeing me leave. "Well it's been so long since someone other than me left this apartment the neighbors will probably cheer for me," she joked. We started talking about dating. Back when I was in high school she asked me about boys. This was different. This was a conversation about life. I was so excited to be with her I hung on her every word. She told me she had lots of offers, and that most of them were from some very nice men. At that we went off on a slight tangent talking about some of the oddballs. Then she told me she did not date a lot. She thought it wouldn't be fair to the men. She knew that she wanted to be an on air journalist when she finished her masters. She knew that meant moving, maybe more than once. It was not fair to expect a man to follow her. It made perfect sense. We talked about friends with benefits but she always had to end them as the guy became too involved. "I miss the closeness," she said. "Not the sex, although I really like that, but someone to share things with. I hate that every time I want to tell a story about work I have to start at the beginning and explain work and all the players." It seems the only family she had was her mother who still lived in our hometown. It was getting late Vanessa said she had a king bed and we could share it. I don't know why, but that made me both nervous and excited. I'd shared beds with girlfriends during sleepovers, but this was different. I still idolized this woman and we were only just becoming real friends. She gave me a new toothbrush from a drawer and asked me what I slept in. I had a roommate at school so usually pajama bottoms and a t shirt. She went and got me some. She was taller than me so I knew they'd hang on me. Then she started to undress. I don't usually even think about it when I change clothes with a girl friend. This was different. I actually watched. She was wearing a t shirt and jeans. She wasn't facing me. She had long ago kicked off her shoes. She pulled the T shirt over her head.i stood there and watched. I was just frozen. She turned to put the t shirt in the laundry and saw me looking at her. "Are you alright?" she asked. I stuttered that I was and I looked away. I pulled my t shirt off. We stood there in our bras and jeans looking at each other. Finally Vanessa laughed. "Well that was kind of awkward," she said. I quickly apologized. She laughed. "No, I mean, it's not like we've been best friends forever, or we're in a locker room. It's just kind of weird." I laughed. Then she said, "Well it not that often that I see a woman as sexy as you undressed, but you can use the bathroom if you want." Did she say sexy? I didn't even think sex, I just thought that a woman, who's opinion I respected, told me I was sexy. "I'm ok," I said. "I think we're past the initial awkwardness." She joked back, "Whew, because that would have made sleeping with you really weird." We both laughed. I didn't think either of us had sex on the brain, but it kind of hung in the background. She was wearing a white lace bra. She reached behind her and unhooked it. She let it slip off her shoulders and fall on the bed. She had great breasts with perky pink nipples. She grabbed a T shirt and pulled it on it came down to her hips. I pulled my bra off. My breasts were a little heavier on my frame but still looked great. She threw me a T shirt to put on. It was long on me, barely covered my ass .. Then she unsnapped her jeans and pulled them and her panties off together. I noticed she shaved her pussy. She pulled out a cute pair of cotton boy shorts and pulled them on. I pulled off my jeans and panties and pulled on the pajama bottoms she gave me. She asked me if I wanted some wine. Then she made a joke, "I always get this backwards. Wine first, then get naked. No wonder no one dates me." We both laughed and went to the living room and drank some wine. It was bedtime. We both climbed into bed. My heart was beating. My hand accidentally brushed her hip. I apologized. "No problem," she said. "Wore panties just so you'd be comfortable." We both laughed. I think she fell asleep right away. I was awake for a while. I kept thinking what a great body she had. Next morning we got up, said our goodbyes and headed out. I went home to change. She went to work on her project. Our interview was in a few days. On the day of the interview we were ready. We had the camera angles worked out. We had the questions and follow up questions. We weren't expecting anything exciting. Standard fare. We both dressed nice. Given Vanessa's assumption on why we got the interview, we decided to go on the sexy side of professional. You know, what you would see actors wear on TV when they were supposed to be professional but would be clubwear in real life. We looked professional but hot. We thought it might gain us some advantage. We showed up in his office and were shown in. We reviewed what we were going to do and game plan for the interview. It was then that things got strange. I had the camera rolling when he made an off color joke about having a 3 some with us. Alone, I would have died, but Vanessa jumped right in. First she asked if I got that on tape. I had. Then explained that she wanted to keep it professional and asked if he had an issue with that. The guy freaked and tried to make a joke of it, almost begging us not to show it. Vanessa didn't reply. She just said we'd get on with the interview. The guy was obviously hoping for the best. We started the interview. It was tame but he looked a little nervous. Then Vanessa asked him a more controversial question. It had been in the news for months. It was about a financial relationship with a firm doing a big public works project. We knew the answer, he'd given the rehearsed answer to many reporters over the last few months. He was looking at me and the camera when she asked. I admit I was showing a lot of leg. You could see the worried look on his face. I think he only ½ realized she'd asked the question when he answered. To our surprise he did not give the standard answer. He told the truth, and mentioned the start of the paper trail. All of a sudden his face went white. He realized what he'd done. He was so worried about the initial inappropriate comment, he had not paid attention to the next question. He started back pedaling, but Vanessa had him. He looked trapped. His movements were those of an animal trying to escape. He asked if we could start again, he was trying to ingratiate himself to us. He asked us to stop the cameras. We didn't. He declared the meeting over. Two men came to get the camera. I explained that all the footage was also shot with my iPad and was already in the cloud. They let us go. Vanessa and I drove straight to the editing lab. When we were done we had no idea what to do next. We knew we had more than a class project. We called her professor and he agreed to meet us. He watched the interview and called one of the local TV news stations. We were on our way there. When we got there a room full of people watched the video. There was a discussion on who would do the piece. They talked about cutting Vanessa out and letting one of the usual anchors do the interview. They decided to use Vanessa. The story was a success and had the desired effect. It was a local story so it did not make news anywhere else. We were excited though. The entire news team took us out to celebrate. Vanessa and I sat next to each other. In the excitement she was hugging me or holding my hand, or touching me in some way the whole night. When it was time to say goodnight, she gave me a hug, a kiss on the cheek, and we said goodnight. In the end we were excited. It was more than we'd hoped for. We both got As for the project. On top of that Vanessa's professor submitted the project for a local award. We won. There was a small ceremony. During that time I probably talked about Vanessa a lot. No one I knew even used her name. They just said, "Your girl crush." I didn't see her much after that class. I know she graduated and got a job at a local news station. Whenever she was on, someone would invariably say, "Hey look, it's your girl crush." I stopped objecting. I'd get in on the joke. I'd say things like, "Look at her, she gorgeous, of course I'd do her," or "Admit it, you'd do her if you had the chance." We all laughed. There was a difference though. I was no longer 18. I was still straight. I loved dating guys, but there was a part of me that knew, given the chance, I'd might have sex with her. On more than one occasion I'd dream about her. Nothing graphic, but I remembered her naked body and could feel it holding me. Sometimes, while watching her on the news, I'd picture her getting undressed and sometimes, I'd think about the comment she made about wearing panties because I was there. I admit I would often masturbate to just that thought. Girl Crush I graduated, looking for a job behind the scenes I contacted Vanessa. She immediately circulated my resume. In 2 months I had 3 offers. I took one and settled in. Vanessa took a job out of state. I was home for Christmas. I was hanging out with some friends when one said, "I hear your girl crush won an award." I knew about the one in college but she explained this was a national broadcasting award. I looked it up on my phone. It was a big honor. I was excited for her. Coincidently, a little later, I ran into Vanessa downtown. She was also home to see her mom for Christmas. She invited me for coffee. We made small talk and caught up for a while, then I mentioned the award, and how I'd just heard about it. She told me how excited she was about it and that there was an award dinner coming up. We talked about the project and why she won and a little about how exciting the awards dinner would be. She sighed. "Remember when we talked about dating?" she asked. Of course I did. She continued. "That's the hardest part of this industry. You really don't have anyone to share these experiences with. You have to move to get ahead. You don't have time for relationships. I have lots of 'colleagues' but not a lot of friends. They are as unhappy they did not win the award as they are happy I got it. "Mom is happy, but moms are always happy. I could tell her a story about surviving getting bit by a dog and she'd be happy." "Well, I'm thrilled for you, "I said. She looked at me, then a huge smile. "Why don't you come as my guest to the awards banquet?" I protested, "You must have other friends you'd rather take." "Actually no," she said. "I've been so busy with my career, and in a kind of competitive world I really don't. You are probably my closest friend." I wanted to squeal, throw my arms around her, do a dance, explode out of my seat. Instead I said, "I've always thought of you as a friend. I'd be honored to come. She took my hand and said, "Thank you." We talked about the banquet. She would cover everything. Hotel, travel, food, even a new dress. I was thrilled. We decided to meet the next day and go dress shopping together. I was ecstatic. More than that. This woman, I'd admired for years, just told me I was her closest friend and she wanted to go clothes shopping with me. Clothes shopping. I loved clothes shopping. In my wildest dreams I could never imagine me and Vanessa going clothes shopping together. I was thrilled when we had coffee. Wait. Then I was spending a long weekend with her. Out of town. The 2 of us. Sure there'd be others, but we would be hanging out. I never, ever imagined we'd be friends. Now we were becoming the best of friends. We decided she'd pick me up at my folks home the next day and then we'd go shopping. That night, before I went to sleep, I thought about her. As I closed my eyes I pictured her undressing in front of me. I could see her beautiful face, the curve of her neck, her flawless breasts. I remembered how her body felt as it slid into bed next to me and as I did my fingers slid to my pussy. I was wet. Eyes closed, I imagined what her soft skin would feel like. She'd hugged me before. The image combined with us being naked in bed. I could practically feel the heat. Feel her kissing me. I came. I felt guilty afterwards, but somehow, contented, I fell asleep. I got up and got dressed. Nothing fancy, but cute. A tight pair of dress jeans, some boots, a pullover with a neck to show some cleavage. I wore a cute matching thong and bra, you could see a bit of the bra around my cleavage. I was staying with my folks for the holiday. Mom, Step-dad, and my 16 year old stepbrother. I went down for coffee and mom asked me what I was doing today. I told her shopping with a friend. Just then the doorbell rang. It was Vanessa and I invited her in. She looked impeccable as usual. Yoga pants and a sweater. She looked great. The woman's curves were there to see, but in an outfit totally appropriate. I introduced her to my mom. My mom remembered meeting her and had heard me talk about her before and mentioned she missed her on the local news. My brother came down, looked at her and, before I could introduce them, blurted out, with the usual judgement of a 16 year old, "Wow, isn't that your girl crush?" "Girl crush?" Vanessa repeated. My mouth dropped open. I had no idea what to say. My brother, realizing that he'd said too much, shut up. Luckily mom stepped in. She laughed a little to lighten the mood and said, "When you led Jess's class orientation when she was in the 8th grade she was very impressed with you. You inspired her to get involved with journalism and school government. She would talk about you a lot. He (staring at my brother) used to tease her about having a girl crush on you." Vanessa laughed. "Oooo, girl crush. Well she obviously has great taste." My mom and Vanessa laughed. I smiled. Maybe a little uncomfortably. We said our goodbyes and got in the car. Vanessa looked at me. First words out of her mouth, "Girl crush?" she joked. I had to cop to it. "Yeah, I kind of hero worshiped you. I was in the 8th grade, you were this cool senior who had done so much. I wanted to be like you. Student government, athletics, TV club, anything to do with journalism. I know, kinda weird." "Weird?" she said. "Not weird at all. In fact, seeing the person you turned out to be, I'm super flattered. I doubt everything you accomplished was because of me. You couldn't have done any of it if you didn't have it inside you, but if anything I did contributed to the amazing person you are. I'm flattered. Not even flattered. I'm excited." "Girl crush," she laughed again. "Well, let's go get my crush a dress that will break every heart at the awards banquet. Hearing her say it excited me. Especially that she accepted it. We hit the stores. Shopping with her was fun. For the first time we talked like close friends. Before there had always been a business colleague touch to the conversation. Now it flowed easily like we'd been friends for years. As I tried on clothes she would make comments. "With a body like that you could wear a cardboard box and break hearts." She'd pick out 5 or 6 dresses and come in the dressing room with me. "Hmmm, that's a bit short, but really shows off your ass." I tried on one I'd have to wear braless. "Dammit girl," she said. "It's a shame you have to cover those tits." She actually reached under my breasts through the dress and lifted them up. She'd help zip me in and zip me out of dresses. Her fingers would slide against my thighs as she pulled at the hem line. I liked it when she touched me. She brought in one dress I looked at it and right away knew it would not be appropriate. "I can't wear that," I said. "I'm not even sure that can be worn in public." She giggled. "I know, I just wanted to see how it looked." I tried it on. It looked hot. It was red, had a low neckline that showed off my tits and a hemline that, if I didn't tug on it slid up to my waist every time I moved. She slapped my ass. "Now that's a dress," she said. "But if you wore it to the banquet no one would notice me." We both laughed. We settled on a gold sleeveless dress, it zipped up the back, came down mid thigh, and showed enough cleavage to be interesting. Against my darker skin it looked really good. We had dinner together and then went our separate ways. I was going to fly out to where she lived the day before the banquet. The banquet was Friday night. I would fly out Thursday and come home Monday. We reviewed our plans. She kissed me goodbye and said, "See you soon, girl crush." She laughed as she walked away. I was pretty much hyper, nervous, and excited about the trip. I could barely think of anything else. I also had a number of dreams that left me horny. Ok a few day fantasies too. Nothing overtly sexual. The dreams just involved us being together, I could feel her touch and her breath. I could see her smile at me, but no kissing or anything sexual. The day fantasies were mostly remembering things she said, did, or how she looked. Thursday I started packing. First, what was going to sleep in? Did she get 1 room or 2. Would we be sharing a bed? I could have texted, but I felt odd asking about the rooms. After all she was treating. I'm not sure why I was worried. Years ago I told her I slept in pajama bottoms and a t shirt. I lived at home back then. Now I either slept naked or in a t shirt. I settled on 2 flannel men's shirts. Comfy and cute. I picked out all my cutest underwear, took an extra dress, jeans, and 5 pairs of shoes. I was ready. I arrived Thursday evening. She picked me up at the airport. She looked good. Jeans, high heels, and a sweater. I saw her first. She was talking to a man and woman. She spotted me, waved, said something to the people and came to me. "Fans," she said. Then she gave me a big hug followed by a kiss. The kiss threw me. It was on the lips. Not a sexual kiss. Not a long kiss but on the lips. "Hi girl crush. I'm so glad you're here," she said. We chatted as we got to the car. She told me how great I looked and that she was looking forward to the weekend. She suggested we relax that night with Room service and wine. After traveling all day I was with her. We got to the hotel. It was beautiful. She had got us adjoining rooms. "You can have that room," she said. Pointing at one of the doors. Maybe she saw a look of disappointment on my face, maybe she was just joking. She threw in, "Or we can share my bed again like the last time." She laughed I didn't know what to say. "Just throw your stuff in that room," she laughed. After a few minute she knocked in the adjoining door. We left the doors open and went to her room to order room service. She had brought some wine, so I opened it and poured two. She was sitting up against the headboard on the bed sipping her wine. She patted the spot next to her. I sat down next to her. Eventually we ordered room service. She joked that there hadn't been a man through her door in ages. We bet on who'd it been longest for. She won. We laughed. I was having a great time, yet in the very back of my mind was sex. It kind of hung there. Everything that could be made an innuendo, my mind wondered if it was. After room service came Vanessa said. "Well, I'm going to get out of these clothes." She just got off the bed and started undressing. She kept talking to me so it was hard not to be looking at her. There was really nothing sexual about it. She pulled off her top and jeans. She was standing there in a really cute pink bra and matching thong. She undid the bra and again I thought how cute her breasts were. I had darker skin. My nipples were nowhere near that pink. In fact she had a great body. It was tight, sexy, and curvy in the right places. She pulled on a long T shirt that came down a little below her ass. Then she reached under it, took off her panties and sat back down on the bed to chat. Then she said, "Don't you want to change?" I felt kind of stupid saying no. I wasn't used to changing with my door open or being watched. I really wasn't sure what to do. I kind of mumbled a yes and went into the other room to change. Vanessa followed me in and continued to talk to me. I opened my suitcase and she offered to hang up stuff and put my toiletries in the bathroom. I took off my jeans, she took them from me and offered to hang them up. I then pulled off my T shirt. She pulled a laundry bag out of the closet. I was standing there in a cute matching set of deep purple boy shorts with lace and matching bra. The shorts were not quite a thong, but close. "Oh my god," she said. "I love that color." I thanked her. My heart was racing. At first I thought it was embarrassment, but no, I was enjoying her compliments. Every time this woman said she liked something of mine it made me feel good. I had always admired and respected her judgement. Why shouldn't I do the same when she talked about me. Now was the big moment. I undid my bra and took it off. She stopped talking and looked at me. "Wow, I forgot, you have amazing tits," she said. "Umm, thank you?" I said a little self consciously. "Oh my god, I'm embarrassing you," she realized. "I'm so sorry. I'll leave." She started to turn. "No, it's fine," I said. "I've never really had a woman talk about my breasts that way." "What do guys usually say?" she asked. "Not that many guys have seen them," I replied. "Well, aren't I lucky," she laughed. "Yeah, and for just for buying me room service," I replied. We both laughed. I was engaged in the conversation so I kind of forgot I was standing there in just my panties. I looked for one of my flannel shirts. I pulled it on and started to button it. I started from the top. The one I started with was almost the very top and I couldn't get it. "Here, let me help," Vanessa said. As she stood in front of me I wasn't sure where to look. I looked at her face. Since she was taller, she had to look down at the buttons, I was looking right at her. She started at 2 buttons below the one I tried and buttoned to one button from the bottom. I could feel her closeness. She stepped back. "Now that's adorable," she said. Again it felt nice that she liked it. After all, I'd picked it out for this occasion. "All done?" she asked. I knew she was looking at my panties. I don't normally wear them to bed. I hooked my thumbs in the sides and slipped them over my hips. I threw them in the laundry bag. "Cool," said Vanessa. "Let's get back to dinner and wine." After dinner Vanessa asked if she could practice her acceptance speech. I sat there and listened. Listening to her, I was brought back to that day in 8th grade when I first heard her speak. I had the same feeling of hero worship. Someday I wanted to be good enough to make a speech like that. I wanted to be the person she alluded to. On top of that as she moved and gestured she'd flash her ass or her pussy. That created other feelings that I really was not sure of. In the end I was thinking how wonderful it was and I told her so. She laughed and said, "Yeah sure, but you have a girl crush on me. What will others think?" "Will you be wearing that?" I joked. She laughed and gave me a dirty look. After that, we talked. What was really fascinating was that we never ran out of things to talk about. I quickly forgot that both of us were ½ naked. Our tops rarely completely covered our pussies or our asses. Aside from a casual joke about it once in awhile, we just kept talking. Finally it was bedtime. I was yawning and couldn't keep my eyes open. I stood up, yawned and stretched. Vanessa was behind me. I forgot completely how short my shirt was and that I wasn't wearing panties. Vanessa gave my ass a small smack and said, "Wow, I wish I had that ass." I was feeling flirty and fun. I wiggled it and said, "Well at least you mean it differently than the creep on the corner by my house." "Are you sure?" She joked. We both laughed. Vanessa turned down my bed and told me if there was anything I needed to come get her. Anything at all. I turned to say goodnight. Vanessa pulled me into a hug told me she was really glad I was there. She gave me a brief kiss on the lips and headed to bed. She left the doors between the rooms open when she turned out the light. Between the wine and the travel, I fell asleep pretty quickly. About 3am I needed to use the bathroom. As I did I passed the door to Vanessa's room. I couldn't help myself. I looked in. She was asleep on top of her covers. She was laying on her stomach. Her legs were apart and her shirt was pulled up around her hips. Her face was turned to the side and her hair was laid out across her like someone had styled it just for this sleep position. I was taken by what a cute ass she had. I just wanted to sit next to her and stroke it. I went to the bathroom and then back to bed. Thinking about how pretty she was my hand started to play with my clit. I stayed quiet my eyes closed. I wondered what I would do if, when I opened my eyes, she was standing there, watching me. That made me cum. I laid there for a minute with my eyes closed. I opened them slowly. I don't know what I expected. Whatever it was, was not there. Friday Vanessa had some errands to run and i ran them with her. She'd made appointments for us both to get our hair and nails done. A lot of girl stuff. We went from shop to shop holding hands chatting and giggling. We had to be back early because someone was coming up to our rooms to do our makeup. When they arrived they had us strip to our underwear. They put cloths over us and did our makeup. We looked damn good. We got dressed. I started getting dressed. I put on a rose pink lacy thong and a matching strapless bra. Vanessa put on her black dress. It was ankle length and hugged every inch of her body. It had ½ sleeves and a plunging V neck that crossed over and ended at the waist. She was wearing a very small black G string and no bra. We realized she would have to tape the dress to stay decent. Well, we'd known that, but now we had to do it. We laughed as we tried taping a dress for the first time. Me in my underwear, her pulling the dress over her breasts while I tried to tape it. We thought it was hilarious. The event room was pretty full when we walked in. The podium was empty. As we walked in people turned to look. At first I thought it was just because Vanessa was star of the day, but looking around I realized that we looked hot. Damned hot. We were probably 2 of the youngest people there. We were both still in our twenties. People tripped over themselves to congratulate her and inquire as to who I was. I got hit on more than once. It was exciting to be the star of the day. We both basked in the glory. I met a lot of people who could help my career. I focused on the women. I'm pretty sure most of the men had ulterior motives. The event went off without a hitch. Boring speeches by a bunch of news people. The award being given. Video of the award winning segment and then Vanessa's speech. It was a very fun and exciting night. At the end we again wandered through the crowd shaking hands and saying thank yous. Finally it was over. We grabbed 2 bottles of wine and went to our rooms. Vanessa fell on the bed. "Ok," I know this is childish," she said, "but I feel like a princess. This was an amazing night." I laid down next to her. She rolled over and threw an arm over me and looking at me and said, "I'm glad you came." Our faces were about an inch from each other. I kind of pulled back a bit and said I was also glad I came. We laid there a minute quietly and then Vanessa said, "Well let's get out of these dresses." We stood up. She turned her back to me and lifted her hair. I reached for the zipper and slowly pulled it down. The gorgeous expanse of back came into view. She then turned to me and started to pull it off. The tape was stuck. We both started laughing. Between the 2 of us we worked at getting the tape off the dress and off her breasts. I got a warm washcloth and started washing her breasts where the tape had been stuck. With one hand I held her breast and the other I gently washed it. Then I did the next one. I am not sure what I was feeling. I'd certainly never felt another woman's breast before. I'd never felt all this towards a girl before. I'd admired her since I was 12. Here I was sharing her greatest triumph in her life. I could smell her perfume and I was loving the feel of taking care of her as well as enjoying the feel of her soft breast. As I did it. She looked at me. Our eyes met and she said, "Thank you. Thank you for believing in me. Thank you for everything." Girl Crush "Believing in you?" I asked. "Yes, your faith in me, gave me faith in myself," she replied. I didn't know what to say. We were looking at each other. Our faces inches apart. My hands on her breasts. Something came over me. Years of thinking about her, our recent closeness, I kissed her. She kissed back, not a passionate kiss, but a kiss. I pulled back, I wasn't sure what to do next. She helped me. One of her hands moved up to my hand that was on her breast. She covered my hand and pushed it tight against her breast. She kissed me back. This time I felt her tongue slip between my lips. As my hand explored her breasts, she let go and her hands went behind me to my zipper. She stepped back and turned me away from her. As she pulled my zipper down she kissed my shoulders. I reached back and held my hair up. I leaned my head back. I felt her lips on my shoulders and neck. She slid my dress down over my hips and it fell to the floor. I felt her fingers on the clasp of my bra. It fell loose to the floor. As she kissed my neck she lightly nipped at it with her teeth. Her hands on my shoulders pulled my back up against her body. I leaned my head on her shoulder. Her hands glided down my body to my breasts. I felt her hands play with my nipples. I turned my face to kiss her. She lightly pulled on them as she kissed my lips. I sighed into her mouth. Still leaning against her, her hands lightly slid down my sides to my panties. She hooker fingers in the sides of my panties. I put my hands on hers for a moment and stopped her. I needed to catch my breath. I'd never been with a girl. As far as I knew I still was very attracted to men. If that was the case, what was happening here. I knew I loved this woman, but was this what I wanted. I turned to face her. Her hands were on my hips. She was still wearing her dress but it was around her waist and her breasts were completely exposed, and a bit wet from us scrubbing the tape. I put my hands on her hips. We stood there just looking at each other. I wasn't sure what I wanted to do. I knew I wanted to kiss her, to let myself go in her arms, but I also knew that would have consequences I couldn't foresee and I wasn't sure I wanted them. She broke the silence. "It's ok. We can stop. I want this, but I don't want you to do anything you don't feel right with." "I don't want to stop," I said. "But what happens tomorrow? I'm pretty sure I'm straight. I'm not sure why I'm feeling this." She took my hands and kissed my forehead, "I'm pretty sure you're straight too, well for the most part. So am I, for the most part, although, I found myself where you are once before. "Tonight is magic. Tomorrow is tomorrow. I'm pretty positive we don't have a happily ever after, but I know we have tonight." It clicked. I smiled at her and repeated, "Tonight is magic. tomorrow is tomorrow." I lifted my face to hers and she kissed me. My arms went up around her neck. I kissed her hard. Passionately. I felt my breasts against her skin. Her nipples against me. As I kissed her I knew this was right. This was where I was supposed to be and what I was supposed to be doing tonight. This woman had been a role model to me forever, now, here, we were equals, my emotions towards her were shared. Her hands slid down my back to my panties. She pushed them down over my ass. They stayed around my thighs but her hands grabbed my ass and pulled me into her. ""Damn, that ass is even more amazing than I thought," she said with a smile. I wiggled it in her hands. "Well, tonight it's all yours. Have fun." I kissed her again. Her hands felt great. Now it was my turn. I lowered my lips to her breasts, they tasted a little like soap. I giggled. "Are you laughing at my tits?" she said in mock horror. "No, I love your tits. They just taste a little soapy," I giggled. She grabbed my head and pulled it between her breasts and said, "Too bad, I like dirty sex." We both laughed. My hands went to her dress wrapped around her hips. I pushed it, and her G string, down to the ground. She was naked. I pushed her down on the bed. She laughed and grabbed at me. I slipped away. I put my hands in the band of my thong. I pulled them partly back up. I swayed my hips in front of her. "Hmmmm, looks like I have the the last piece of clothing." "Not for long," she tried to sit up and reach for me. I pushed her back down on the bed. "Not so fast," I said as she laughed. I swayed my hips and half turned from her and slowly swayed my ass at her. "Are you sure you want this?" I teased. She grabbed me by the hips and pulled me to the bed. We rolled for a minute, I ended up on top and kissed her passionately. She rolled me on my back and pinned my arms. A quick kiss and her lips trailed down to my breasts. She circled my nipple with her tongue and then sucked it lightly into her mouth. My nipples were hard as rocks. Her mouth moved to my other nipple. Again her tongue swirled around it, but at the same time she brought her hand down to play with my other nipple. I was loving it. I grabbed her head and pulled her head into my breasts. She pulled away and kissed her way down my belly. I felt the heat rise in my pussy. I'd had guys eat me before. I loved it, but I'd never even dreamed of a woman between my legs. My breath stopped in anticipation. As she kissed her way down her fingers hooked into my panties and started to peel them down. I lifted my ass to help her. With my panties off, she now moved her head between my legs. Her tongue circled the lips of my pussy. I could feel how hot and wet I was. She dipped her tongue in my pussy and licked her way up to my clit. I gave a sharp intake of breath. My hand moved down to the top of her hair. Her tongue circled my clit and then she lightly sucked on it. I came. I moaned as I came. "Fuck yes," I moaned. She didn't stop. That just made her more insistent. She explored every nerve ending in my pusdy with her tongue. I came at least 2 more times. She moved back up my body and kissed me. I tasted my pussy on her lips. As she did she slipped her fingers into my pussy and lightly rubbed my clit. As we kissed I came again on her fingers. I then ran my hand lightly from her shoulder to her hip. She breathed in. My hand moved to her pussy. With two fingers I softly rubbed her clit in little circles. I slid them into her her pussy. I started fucking her with my fingers. Every time my fingers came out of her pussy i would trace them along her clit. At one point my fingers were inside her. She grabbed my hand and ground her pussy against it. She came loudly. Then she started kissing me hard. As she did she brought my hand up to our lips and put them between us so as we kissed we could taste her pussy on my fingers and our lips. She rolled me on my back and straddled me. She kissed me again. "Still not sure?" she said. I laughed, bucked my hips, and got the upper hand. I was straddling her facing her legs. She grabbed my ass and pulled my pussy to her mouth. Again I took a sharp breath, then moaned. Then seeing her legs spread in front of me I lowered my head to her pussy. My god she was wet. I loved the way she squirmed as I lightly sucked her clit. I'd push my fingers into her pussy as my tongue licked around her clit. She ground her hips against my lips and fingers. "Oh my god. Yes, I'm coming," she cried. Just hearing her say that I came too. I rolled off of her. We lay side by side on the bed, feet to the others head. We held hands between us. "Jess," she said. "Yea?" "It's funny where life goes, I'm glad we met. I'm glad we're friends," she said. I turned over and kissed her. We lay in each other's arms and fell asleep. We woke up the next morning entangled in each other. We kissed. Not sure of what to do I said, "Now what?" "Now what?" she said. "Tonight we celebrate, hit the town, break hearts. Too bad we didn't buy that red dress." I laughed, "Seems to me we have a day of shopping ahead of us then." "Sounds fun." She leaned in put her hand on my face and kissed me. "But we don't have to leave right away." Her hand felt warm on my cheek. It felt right. If I had any concerns they were gone. We looked at each other and smiled.