The Human Touch

Codes: FF
Summary: Beth has been acting very strange lately, and her friends are beginning to worry. Heather volunteers to check on her and is disturbed by what she finds.

The odor hit Heather as soon as she walked into the apartment. The accumulated layers of musk and sweat thickened the air and made her feel like she was walking through a bowl of chowder. Heather gagged and shut the door behind her. All the blinds were pulled shut, and the small living room was illuminated only by the flickering twilight of an old TV set. Heather�s eyes had not yet adjusted to the darkness and she tripped over a week�s worth of empty pizza boxes and beer cans.

�How the fuck can you live like this, Beth?� Heather�s much more tactful opening line, the one she had crafted during the cab ride, was lost among the debris of her friend�s life.

The young woman in question sat on the couch and shrugged, not even bothering to remove her hand from beneath the dirty pair of panties she wore. She stared vacantly through the phosphorous screen, working the naked breast that hung out of her stained tank top with her free hand.

�Come on Beth, what the fuck is wrong with you?� Heather pleaded, stepping closer to her friend.

�Nothing,� she didn�t miss an autoerotic beat, her right hand continuing its frantic work as she released the greasy breast and lit a cigarette.

�Nothing?!� Heather exclaimed, she took another step forward and inhaled a lungful of musty body odor before gagging. �Good God, when was the last time you took a shower?�

�I don�t know,� Beth shrugged, her vacant expression betraying only a profound boredom, �A few weeks ago, I think,�

Heather looked down at her friend in disgust. Beth slouched in the couch, her body sinking into a well-worn groove in the cushions. She must have gained fifteen pounds, Heather thought. Still, Beth stared at the television, her hand shoved down the front of a yellowed pair of cotton panties, stained with pussy juice, its elastic waistband stretched beyond the limits effectiveness.

�This isn�t normal, Beth, we�re all worried about you,� Heather began, but the smell of pussy, smoke and stale beer was overpowering every other rank odor in the apartment. Beth never even looked up as she dropped her butt in a half-empty beer can, her fingers still sliding in and out of her body. Now that her other hand was free, she returned it to her sagging tit, twisting a nipple already red from abuse. Completely unaware of the presence of another human being, she bit her lower lip and lifted her hips off the cushion as another orgasm approached.

�Shit,� Beth grunted, her body going slack. She withdrew her hand from her crotch and Heather thought she was finally finished, but she merely switched arms, resting the other on the arm of the couch. Thoroughly disgusted, Heather turned her head away.

�God damn it, can�t you stop fucking yourself long enough to talk to me?� she screamed, but got no response from the woman on the couch. Finally, Heather threw her hands up in frustration and turned her back, heading for the door.

�Please, don�t go,� Beth stopped her, desperation cracking her voice.

�What?� Heather spun around.

�Please stay,� Beth finally tore her eyes off the TV screen. They were bloodshot and ringed with sooty black circles. �You�re the first person who�s visited me in two weeks,�

�Is it any wonder?� Heather sighed, exasperated by her friend�s bizarre behavior. �It�s not healthy to live like this, you�ve got a serious problem,�

�I know,� Beth sighed and returned to her masturbation.

�I�ll tell you what, I�ll stay if you promise to put some clothes on and stop doing that, for Christ�s sake,� Heather offered. �Then maybe we�ll clean this place up a little,�

�Okay, just watch some TV with me, please?�

Several weeks later�

�The pizza�s here,� Beth announced, �One of us has to get dressed,�

�Whatever,� Heather shrugged. Her friend picked up an extra large tee shirt and flung it across the couch. Heather stood up and slipped the dirty garment over her naked body as she walked to the door. Digging a crumpled twenty dollar bill out of her purse, Heather paid the delivery boy, who seemed accustomed to the routine, and walked back to the sofa.

�It�s your turn next time,� she said as she fell back into the cushions and put the box between them.

�I�m fucking hungry,� Beth removed her hand from her naked pussy, the fabric of her underwear having disintegrated sometime yesterday, and grabbed a slice of pizza. The lingering juices on her hand added a whole new dimension of flavor as she gulped down three soggy pieces in a row.

Heather, on the other side of the couch, scrunched the shirt up over her hips and spread her legs again, rubbing a lip between thumb and forefinger as she too shoved a hot slice of pizza in her mouth. She could feel her ass growing fatter by the minute as she vacantly continued to eat and masturbate.

Something told Heather that this wasn�t right, but she couldn�t for the life of her remember how it got this way. They�d run out of beer and cigarettes four days ago and she hadn�t seen her underwear since yesterday morning. The soap operas marched relentlessly forward, and Heather forced another finger in her pussy, she was already up to three. Realizing that all of this effort was making her hungry, she reached over for the last slice of pizza, but got a handful of breast instead, as Beth had leaned over at the same time.

�Oops,� she said, feeling the warm tit fill her palm. She squeezed it experimentally.

�That feels good,� Beth said, reaching up to cup her other one. Heather looked over and watched herself feeling Beth�s titty. She was suddenly fascinated by her actions. In all the days they had sat naked next to one another, Heather had never noticed anything about Beth�s body before now. She squeezed the breast again, like her own, but a little smaller, not completely round, but tear shaped, drooping a little further towards the ground. Beth murmured her approval. �Will you hold them while I do it?�

�Why not?� Heather shrugged and sat up while Beth moved between her friend�s spread thighs. She resumed her fingering while Heather made love to her breasts from behind, squeezing and teasing the warm flesh in her palms.

�Oh, God!� Beth screamed as she fucked herself in Heather�s lap. Her friend�s hands on her breasts felt so good, so right. In a month of vacant orgasms, this one distinguished itself. �Fuck, fuck, I�m coming!�

Beth slumped back against her friend�s body, the juices leaking between her legs mingled with Heather�s on the stained couch cushion. Heather continued to play with Beth�s long, sensitive nipples.

�My turn?� the other woman asked.

�Okay,� Beth agreed, �but I�m tired, why don�t you lay on top of me?�

�Sounds good,� Heather stood up and let her friend stretch out across the couch before laying down, face up, ontop of her. Beth reached up and took Heather�s tits into her care, rubbing and teasing them with experienced digits. Heather sighed and resumed her masturbation with enthusiasm. Beth had never blossomed as big as her friend, and was amazed at the sensation of Heather�s large breasts jigging as she quaked ontop of her.

With a shake and a quiver, Heather began to climax and some of her juices ran down Beth�s thigh. Their combined scents, now smeared across each other�s chests, mingled and neither could remember a more pleasant perfume. After she had finished, Heather flipped over, pressing their breasts, stomachs and pussies together. They looked into each other�s eyes, blinking.

�Beth,�

�Heather,�

Heather removed her fingers from inside herself and slipped them into her friend�s well-lubricated hole. The other woman gasped, thrusting her hips against Heather�s hand. Busy digits explored the most initimate nooks and cranies of her body.

�Ohhh,� Beth had been fucking herself for a month straight, but her own fingers had never found the bliss that Heather�s stumbing digits hand discovered. She thrashed underneath her friend, moaning uncontrollably as Heather kissed her face, neck and breasts. Nothing she could have done to herself could match this human touch.

Several hours later�

�I can�t believe we did that,� Heather applied more soap to Beth�s nubile back, sliding her hands down to her plump ass.

�I can�t believe you ate pussy!� Beth giggled, taking her turn to lather up Heather.

�Nor can I,� Heather blushed, burying her face in Beth�s wet hair.

�Heather,�

�Yes?�

�You were really good at it,� Beth laughed, squeezing her friend�s butt playfully.

�Thanks, I guess,� Heather smiled and kissed her friend. Eventually, they�d leave the shower and make love to one another, inventing anew the the ways women make each other moan. Eventually, dawn would come, bringing with her the difficult questions. Eventually, they�d make their choices and come to grips with this night. For right now, however, they held each other tight, letting the water wash the stink from their bodies, reveling in the human touch.