Steph and Sarah had been friends forever. They lived a few houses apart since childhood. They played the same sports, went to the same schools, attended the same church, and both worked part time at the same places.
Steph is now 19 years old, still living at home with her parents, still has a hot dancer body from years of cheerleading and has long blonde hair. Her D cup tits are her second-best feature. Her ass is amazing. She too had an apartment over her parent's detached garage.
Sarah is also 19 years old, lives in the apartment about the garage at her parent's house, still has the same hot dancer body from years of cheerleading, and fire red long hair. Her tits ballooned up to DD and that's why she no longer cheers or plays sports. Her best feature also is her ass if you could believe it. It's actually an internet phenomenon and is legendary in the area.
Since leaving school Steph and Sarah are trying to figure out how to be adults, what kind of woman they each want to be, and how to attract the right kind of men.
The problem is they are both always having problems.
Steph has a new boyfriend, Dalton. He is much older, has a nice car, his own apartment, lots of money, very handsome, but he is the world's worst kisser. "He's good at eating pussy and fucking. Nice dick too. But how can a person be a terrible kisser?" Sarah asked Steph.
"Not sure." Sarah responded as she was getting ready for her night out with other friends. She was finishing her make up when Steph dropped the bomb.
"Could you help me?" Steph asked.
"With what? Teaching Dalton how to kiss. Have you even told him that he's bad at kissing?" Sarah asked.
Steph shook her head.
"You need to learn how to communicate better. Talk to him, guide him, be gentle." Sarah stated as she finished with her lip gloss.
"That is a lot of work though. And a real hassle." Steph stated whining and hitting a pillow.
"How do I look? Make up okay? Hair, okay? How about the outfit? Too short? Should I wear panties?" Sarah asked.
"It's all great. And no. No woman should ever wear panties. Do you even own a pair?" Steph responded in the same grumpy tone.
"No. I don't. But fine. Bring Dalton over here tomorrow. Tell him I need help with something and then you leave. I will do what I can." Sarah advised as she picked up her purse and the two left.
"Thank you. I owe you one." Steph advised.
"I will see you tomorrow with Dalton. 10 am. And technically. You owe me 104. Not one." Sarah explained. And yes. She was actually keeping track.
Sarah left her car to hang out with friends. They went dancing, drinking, and looking for men. Unlike Steph who had Dalton for the last several months. Sarah was single and had been single for a bit too long. She had sex with guys. One-night stands or weekend flings. But she also wanted a boyfriend that she could brag to Steph about.
None of the guys came close to her list of requirements. So, she went home alone. A very rare thing indeed.
Sarah got up early, exercised, made breakfast, showered and was ready for Steph and Dalton.
They arrived right on time.
"Oh high. Thank you for your help, Dalton. Steph my mom needs you up in the main house." Sarah explained as she pulled Dalton up the stairs to her apartment over the garage.
Without Dalton knowing. Steph left in her car. Dalton was stranded.
"So, Steph said you needed help with some things. I don't know how handy I am. But I will help." Dalton stated.
Dalton was actually very good looking. 28 years old, short mildly curly brown hair, perfect teeth and smile. He worked in finance, was a bit on the nerdy side, but Steph loved everything about him except the kissing thing.
Sarah sat down and patted the couch next to her. Dalton figured he had been tricked and was likely being broken up with by Sara instead of Steph.
"The thing is Dalton. Steph wants me to help you..." Sarah began to explain.
"Oh. Is she breaking up with me? But using you to do it? We are already planning two trips. They are paid for. Bummer. I really like her too." Dalton stated. He wasn't mad or crying. Just disappointed.
Dalton went to stand up.
"Nope. None of that. You are a terrible kisser. Steph is too chicken shit to say it or fix you. I am her best friend. I have been for years. And I fix problems." Sarah explained.
"Okay. A lot confused now. How are you going to fix my terrible kissing? As you explained it and called it." Dalton asked.
"We will watch some movies, I will help you with movement of your lips, and tongue. We will discuss breathing and saliva." Sarah explained as though she had thought it out.
"Hmm. Interesting. I knew I wasn't the greatest kisser. Maybe I'm a bit aggressive and sloppy. I had a girlfriend tell me years ago." Dalton stated as he sat down next to Sarah again.
"I am not sure how long it will take. But I think we can fix your issue. I guaranteed Steph. I do not go back on my guarantees." Sarah stated in a professional but assertive tone.
"Hmm. Again. Interesting. So, Steph is prepared to break up with me?" Dalton asked.
"No. She said you are a great guy in all respects, money, looks, attitude, and even cock. She mentioned repeatedly you are great at eating pussy. I suspect she intends to marry you and have your children. From the way she talks about you of course." Sarah explained.
"Hmm. Okay. I like you, Sarah. I really do. You are Steph best friend. But kissing exercises and retraining. This sounds like it may take a while. Not just and 4- or 8-hour one day session." Dalton explained.
"Well, I guaranteed Steph results. So, if we do an hour here and there. Over time. I guarantee you will get better." Sarah explained. Doing her best to convince Dalton.
"I'm not trying to hurt your feelings. But there is a bit of a boundary issue. And a trust issue. Can you call Steph, put her on speaker, and as long as she is okay with kiss training. Then I will do it." Dalton continued to negotiate.
"Yeah. That's no problem." Sarah stated as she tapped a few keys on her phone.
"Uh oh. What's wrong?" Steph asked, worried. After answering her phone. You could hear the sounds of noises in the background that sounded like driving.
"Steph. I just want to confirm what is going on here. Not that I don't trust your friend Sarah. But am I bad at kissing? Do you give me permission to train with Sarah? This may take some time. Not one or even two sessions. You will not be jealous, and you are telling me I am allowed. Sarah even told me that you want to marry me someday." Dalton asked.
"Well yes to everything. I really love you. It's been the greatest months of my life. Your only fault is your kissing. You eat pussy like a pro. But kissing lips. It's zero out of 100. My best friend Sarah guaranteed she would help you and turn you into a great kisser. You have my permission to have as many training sessions as needed. I will even drive you to her house and drop you off. I know you have a car. And. Yes. I would love to marry you. This will in no way make me jealous and I will not break up with you. But I have considered breaking up with you due to the bad kissing. Please do it. For me!" Steph stated.
"Fine. For you. But you cannot get mad. No matter what! I will improve my kissing ability. I will not let you down." Dalton promised and hung up the phone.
"See. I wasn't lying. I was telling the truth." Sarah explained.
"Yeah. I knew you were telling the truth. This is too odd to be a trick or a game. But now I have some requirements too. You just heard that your best friend loves me and wants to marry me. You guaranteed I would be better. Now you are fucked." Dalton stated. His mood is changing.
"Um. What?" Sarah asked, shifting her legs.
"Well as I see it. I can get anything out of this. You will look like a failure, if you tell Steph I tried other things with you. Which is exactly what I am saying you will do. And if you kick me out and I explain to Steph that you backed out. Then you will likely lose your best friend." Dalton stated smiling.
"So... what is it you want?" Sarah asked again.
"Leave your phone here. Let's go for a walk." Dalton stated and rose to his feet.
Sarah knew she was in a bit of a bind. But she could easily get out of it.
"No. No purse. No other things. We will walk as we are." Dalton stated. He was scared he may be recorded on camera or phone when he would propose his plan.
"Fine fine. But I'm going to be a bit cold. Short skit, boots, tank top. I was wearing this because it's warm here. Can't I at least grab a coat?" Sarah asked.
Dalton picked up her big bulky winter coat and searched through the pockets before handing it to her.
Sarah pulled it on, and they walked outside.
"I have one major problem. Other than I am a bad kisser. This may be a long explanation. So, bear with me. I work in finance. Most of it is about looks, hours of work, clothes, cars, money, and again. Looks. I want to go up the food chain. I have been stuck where I am for too long. I have theories but no definitive proof. I have seen others bypass me. When their numbers have been worse than mine." Dalton explained as they walked down the sidewalk in Sarah's residential neighborhood.
"I love Steph. I really do. She's great. For the most part. There are lots of things she lacks in. I would marry her right now. I really want to and intend to. But right now. You have no choice but to help me. And I am going to use you for my benefit." Dalton explained as he grabbed Sarah's hand.
