All characters in this story are (barely) legal adults ;)
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Nomi sits on the bed, body lightly shaking, veritably singing with desire as she watches Amethyst dig through her bag for her bikini. Utterly pussy drunk, she can't help but stare and question herself, "Does Amy notice? Does she see me looking? What does she think? Is this weird?"
Her breath catches imperceptibly as Amy begins to lift off her top. Eyes lured by the thin belly rising from the hips of her jeans, she notes and melts at the fine dark strip of happy trail leading up her beautifully curved stomach. The shirt rises and Nomi's nipples tingle as she sees soft thin ribs and the bra covering Amy's small round breasts.
"How do they taste? God, I wish I could feel them." In the mind she sees herself squeeze them, gently flick Amy's tiny nipple and watch her light frame bend.
This kind of thinking isn't really allowed in the hometown of Nomi and Amethyst. A mid-west, shithole surrounded by more neighboring shitholes, it's the sort of place where, "Darks best be outta' town by nightfall. Don't bring you queer 'round here. You're an atheist, oh let me pray for you!" sums the limits of colloquial human understanding.
Were they trapped in their hometown this trip, perhaps that dark aura would have stalled their ignition but they are 2 hours away, in a "big-city" hotel, competing in their tech competition together, sharing meals, laughter and time together and a motel room. For 48 ethereal hours Nomi and Amethyst have been side by side but the drawing started months ago.
Nomi and Amy were pulled toward each during their first class together at a 2 year, post high school tech program teaching graphic design. Amy was an intelligent, gothic-styled, Native American princess. Utterly beautiful to Nomi with her ass-length black, straight hair, tall ultra-thin frame and pale-milky skin. Her quick wit, her calm aura, her choice in music..it was instant friendship and the seed of something deeper. They spent a lot of time together in class until the day Amy invited Nomi over after. From there it became concerts, bedroom hangouts, nights in the park, nights spent just existing together as two beautiful souls drifting through their dejected, broken, homescape, spreading youthful light and sometimes a little chaos
Growing close as friends, time progressed and Nomi began to feel things: electric arcs from Amy's errant touch on her skin, excitement when Amy shared secrets with her, thoughts of her often in the mind, the increasing tickle she felt in her flower whenever Amy sat near her. Still it never occurred to Nomi, being trapped still in that stagnant landscape, that she might be falling for her friend.
The proximity of this competition trip, catalyzing months of longing, has Nomi's primal instincts screaming, "This girl is right next to you! Naked!!". She cannot deny these urges are real, yet feels none of the expected resistance or regret. It never occurs to her to feel bad about it. It is pure. She has purely fallen a bit in love with her friend and undeniably, instinctively in lust with her.
Nomi finally notices her own staring when Amy turns her back to unsnap her bra. "God, I hope I didn't freak her out. She's undressed in front of me before. Shit. Do something so you don't look like an asshole!". She stands up and pushes play on the portable stereo they brought
As the music starts Nomi begins looking through her own bag, trying decide which bikini Amy would like the most.
"What are you gonna wear?" Amy asks as she turns around, bikini top in place and unsnaps her pants.