Acne Scars

It all started with that stupid waitress....

“So what are you doing this weekend?” Every Friday after school, Mila hung out with her friend Carrie in the corner booth of their favorite deli, sucking down cokes and ruining their diets with chicken salad sandwiches. “Do you want to go see a movie?”

“Sure, that sounds like fun,” Carrie nodded her head enthusiastically, then looked down. “Oh, except that I have an English paper due on Monday and I haven't even read the book yet,”

"Which book?"

"Silas Marner, it's for Mrs. Edwards' class,"

“Oh! I read that last year for Mr. Pepper,” Mila brightened, “Why don't we go to a matinée and then I'll help you write your report,”

“Sure, thanks,”

"And then we'll be free to hang out all weekend!"

"Okay," The idea of an empty weekend did sound good, even though Carrie knew she would be hard pressed to find something to fill it with. She was a short and slim young woman, whose troublesome, blotchy complexion had thus far kept the boys at bay.  Her best friend Mila was the older, by two months, and had much bigger boobs.  The rest of her body, however, had yet to catch up to her rapidly maturing mounds. Tall and skinny, she had dark hair and thick framed glasses that perched on a nose that she hated for being too big and crooked. 

“Cool, let me just grab a box for the rest of my sandwich,” Mila got up and walked over the counter, where a punky college-age girl was refilling a bin of pasta salad.  “Um, can I get a to-go box?”

“Sure thing, does your girlfriend need one too?” Without malice the young woman grabbed two boxes and raised one of her pierced eyebrows.

“Yes-” Mila's heart stopped and she began to stammer. “No-n-n-no! I mean, yes, she does, but we're not... she's not... we're... she's just my friend,”

“Oh! I'm so sorry,” the clerk covered her mouth and the tips of her ears turned red. “I shouldn't have assumed, I just see you two in here every Friday and I thought you were... I'm sorry, I hope I didn't offend you,”

“No, it's okay...,” Mila blushed and accepted the two Styrofoam boxes, shuffled back to the booth.

* * *

“What was all that about?” Carrie asked as they left the deli and started walking down the street towards the theater. “I couldn't hear what you were saying,”

“It's nothing,” Mila shook her head, “It was just... she thought that we were, you know, together!”

“What? We were,”

"Nooooo," Mila rolled her eyes. Her friend could be pretty dense. "Together like together, like you were my girlfriend,"

"Oh my god!"

“Yea, can you believe it?” The two girls joked about the incident as the bought their tickets and made their way into the theater. Walking past the snack bar and the wafting scent of liquid butter and popcorn, Mila huffed in mock disappointment and crossed her arms.

“What? You take me to a movie and don't even buy me popcorn and candy,” she said. “You are so not getting to second base tonight!”

Giggling, the two girls stepped into the darkness of screen number seven. The previews had already started, but the theater was still nearly empty. Taking a seat near the back, Carrie and Mila soon discovered why. The movie that had chosen was remarkably bad. After the first sixty minutes, Carrie had figured out the plot and was still completely uninterested in any of the characters. She decided to make her own entertainment.

Stretching, Carrie brought her arm down over Mila's shoulder and grabbed herself a handful of boob. Instead of the expected yelp, Mila turned her head and whispered in mock exasperation.

“It's about time you made your move, baby!”

Both girls dissolved into giggles again.

“I guess...,” Carrie caught her breath and wiped tears from her eyes. “I guess I'm not very subtle,”

“Puh-leeaze! That move was more obvious than Bobby Schuemaker's,” Mila laughed.

“Oh yea, how far did you let him get?” That's when Carrie realized that her left hand still cupped one of Mila's too-big-for-her-shoulders breasts. Mila, who had been whispering in her ear, rested her head on Carrie's shoulder and sighed.

“Not this far,” The girls were frozen in time- head on shoulder, hand on boob.

Carrie slid her hand upward, across the sweep of Mila's breast. With trembling digits, she unfastened the first button of her friend's school uniform. She was so nervous that when Mila kissed her on the neck, she nearly jumped out of her chair. Mila's perfume was all she could smell as the second button came loose. Carrie moved quickly southward, the third and fourth buttons flying open as Mila kissed her neck twice more.

Her friend's shirt now open to her bellybutton, Carrie reached in again and began caressing her soft breasts through Mila's bra. She finally worked up the courage to look at her friend, and discovered Mila looking longingly back at her. Their lips were so close. Alternatively kissing and gasping for breath, Carrie felt Mila's hand on her leg, fingertips tracing faint circles on the inside of her knee. Finally removing her hand from her friend's warm breast, Carrie adjusted her friend's glasses and silently nodded.

“Eeep!” She squeaked as Mila's hand slipped under her skirt and toyed with the legband of her panties.

“Shhh,” Mila laughed and covered the other girl's mouth with her own. “We're going to get caught,”

Carrie was near the edge of oblivion. Her heart was bouncing around in her ribcage and her best friend's thumb was slowing stroking her private parts as she sat in a public theater. She was about to come. Hard. Carrie felt the scream rushing up her spine, but it was too late to stop it. Her lungs, her throat, even her fingers and toes were no longer under her control. Her mouth opened and she braced herself.

Mercifully, the next thing she felt were two warm pillows of flesh smothering her face. Grateful, Carrie muffled her orgasmic cries in Mila's cleavage, as her friend held her head close to her heart. Recovered, she looked up while Mila stroked her hair.

And that's when the lights came up the in theater.

Mila scrambled to stuff herself back into her bra and button her shirt as Carrie sunk low into her seat. Both the teens' faces and a good part of Mila's chest were bright red. If anyone gave them a second look, though, the girls were too mortified to notice. After a few minutes they were alone in the theater, unable to look at each other with out giggling hysterically.

They gathered their purses, switched on their cell phones and disposed of their empty cups in the designated trash receptacles. Mila walked out a little in front and Carrie noticed the way that her butt stretched her still junior-sized jeans in a sexy sort of way. Mila looked over her shoulder and caught Carrie looking at her ass. She held out her hand and Carrie took it. They walked out of the theater and into the mall hand-in-hand, bumping hips playfully every couple of steps.

THE END