"Wow. Do you think it would have been even more exciting if you hadn't had the bra on?"
"Quite possibly," Ella said quietly in the dark room.
"More exciting than your best friend burying her face in your pussy?"
"Oh definitely not
that
exciting," giggled Ella. "But then again, that wasn't an option at the time."
"It is now, though ..."
"Is that right?" Ella giggled, feeling Becca's hand slide down her side, caress her thigh, and then attempt to slip between her legs.
"Most definitely," Becca whispered. Ella parted her legs, and Becca's fingers stroked her panties against her pussy gently, drawing a sigh of pleasure. She leaned forward and slipped her hand around the back of Becca's neck, pulling them together, their lips melding as their tongues slipped over and around one another. Ella relaxed onto her back, her head turned to the side to continue the kiss.
As the kiss ended, Becca's hand slid from teasing Ella's pussy to under her shirt, cupping her sizeable breast and squeezing it with affection. Ella's nipple ached with her desire, and she couldn't help but thrust at her friend's hand.
With a growl, Becca threw back the bedcover and clambered on top of her friend, grabbing at her t-shirt and hauling it off her. Ella happily sat up sufficiently to facilitate removal rather than destruction. Becca held her friend's hands above her head, tangled in the almost-removed t-shirt and leaned in to kiss her, her long red hair falling about them as their tongues joined each other again.
Ella groaned into her friend's mouth as they kissed, her hands pinned above her head. Becca kissed her way down Ella's throat to her breasts, sucking hard on her left nipple. Ella kept her hands above her head as if Becca was still restraining them, while Becca moved back and forth between her breasts, stimulating first one and then the other, one hand supporting her own weight while the other cupped and squeezed a breast. She lingered long enough to have Ella squirming beneath her, a thigh pressed against her pussy. Then she kissed down her abdomen, swirling her tongue around the pattern of the sunburst tattoo that circled her belly button, before progressing lower again. Ella parted her legs wide as Becca's fingers found her pussy, in prelude to what her tongue would soon be doing.. Ella sighed in pleasure as her friend's fingers slipped over her lips and gently parted them, teasing at her entrance, even as her tongue flicked gently across her aroused clitoris.
Becca's tongue circled and flicked at the erect nub as her fingers slid inside, curling up to her front wall, searching for the magical spot that would set Ella truly alive with pleasure. She didn't rush though, it wasn't a race, there was no speed-quest to find it. She knew from experience that Ella would enjoy the stimulation of the slow build-up to the peak of her pleasure just as much as she would from reaching the pinnacle itself.
Ella luxuriated under her friend's attentions, loving each and every lick, lap and touch. She took her own breasts in hand and teased her nipples, pulling and tugging on them, and rolling them between her thumbs and fingers as her pleasure continued to build.
"Fuck that's good Bec," she moaned as she felt her friend suck hard on her clit. It was the last coherent thing she managed to say before being reduced to mere squeaks and squeals, so overwhelming was the pleasure. She could feel an orgasm building, edging toward the best cliff-edge there was... and then she was
over
the edge, electricity spiking through her body, radiating out from a point somewhere in her nether region. She clamped her forearm in her mouth, gasping around it, not wanting to release the howl of joy that threatened to escape, and potentially incur the wrath of Becca's father.
Becca kissed her way back up Ella's body and pressed their bodies together, tits mashed together as she thrust her tongue into Ella's mouth. Ella kissed her back greedily, loving the taste of her own pleasure on her friend's tongue.
"You're the best, Becca," Ella whispered, once she'd returned to coherence while they lay holding each other.
"Better than flashing some random wankers in a ute, I hope," Becca giggled.
"Always," Ella replied, removing Becca's t-shirt before setting her hands to wandering over her friend's body, one slipping between her legs to find her slick wet lips. She kissed Becca again as she worked two fingers within her. Becca rolled onto her back, legs parting to accommodate Ella's explorations. Ella kissed Becca long and slow, her fingers building her friend's passion. She occasionally broke the kiss to use her mouth on Becca's breasts, but she knew from previous occasions spent pleasuring each other that her fingers would most effectively take Becca over the edge. It wasn't long until she succeeded, and then the two girls cuddled together until they drifted off to sleep, both still topless.
* * * * *
Over the course of the following week, Ella couldn't shake her thoughts of the flashing out of her mind. Her sudden impulsive act had stirred something within her that wouldn't let go. She found herself wondering how much more exuberant the reaction might have been if she'd not been wearing a bra. But even more than that, she began fantasizing about flashing at other times. She'd sit in class and daydream about being someplace out of sight of the teacher, like standing behind her facing her classmates, and then pulling her dress up to flash her bare pussy at them; or spilling her tits out when no-one expected it, such as in the hallway at school, or out on the street. The vivid fantasies always got her wet, and when she could do it without drawing undue attention, they'd result in her sitting with a hand wedged between her thighs and against her pussy, while she rocked quietly against it.
On a few occasions she mentioned her new obsession to Becca, but her friend didn't really get it, so she tried to dismiss the thoughts from her head. But when Friday night rolled around again and she was dressing to go to the pub, it re-planted itself squarely in the front of her mind.
Dressing in her bedroom, Ella pulled her tight blue denim jeans up, and fastened the zipper and button over her black thong. She picked up her plaid shirt and stood looking at herself in the mirror. Her black bra presented her tits nicely, but on a whim, she removed it. Even though her tits were a full D cup, they barely dropped when unsupported, a blessing of her youth she knew wouldn't last forever. She pulled her shirt on, tying it at the bottom so it bared her midriff, and then fastened the three lowest press-studs, leaving enough cleavage on show to keep things interesting. She bounced on the balls of her feet experimentally, watching the way her tits jiggled. Happy the effect wasn't too over the top, while still putting enough on display, she headed off to meet up with Becca, her nipples hardening at the thought of how her friend might react.
As expected, Becca was both scandalised and impressed by the sight of Ella's tits bouncing freely within her shirt.
"You're probably going to get someone arrested with those things, you know," Becca warned, flicking a finger across a clearly erect nipple.
"As long as it's not you," Ella laughed.
"Not likely. I'll just enjoy watching the endless procession of guys falling all over themselves to impress you. Of course I'll be happy to help you deal with all the free drinks that'll come your way."
"You could always join me," Ella suggested.
"I think I'll pass. One scandalous lunatic on the streets is about all this town can handle! Let's go hit the pub."
As always, the two girls walking down the street attracted plenty of attention, and thanks to the limited mentality of most of the guys cruising in their cars, the attention came with plenty of catcalls. All Ella could think about was ripping open her blouse and flashing her breasts, but she promised herself she wouldn't do it... at least not on the way
to
the pub. She was worried that if she did, she'd be followed and attract the wrong sort of attention, possibly even having it follow them into the pub. As it turned out, once there she attracted about as much attention as Becca had predicted. The two girls flirted happily with the guys in the pub, and drinks flowed freely toward them, even though they dodged committing to anything beyond a drink and the happy company of a brief chat.
"I reckon you should kiss the first guy who realises your eyes aren't buried between your tits," Becca laughed, during one of their trips to the bathroom.
"Really? I should kiss one of them, should I?" Ella teased her.
"Well, only if the mood takes you," Becca laughed. "I mean, how long is it since you had a nice hard dick inside you?"
"Long enough, but not too long," Ella replied whimsically. "You already know that, I told you all about it!"
"True enough," Becca smiled back at her. "Tonight's not a night for the big D then?"
"Naah, don't feel like it tonight. I'll probably just sleep alone, given I'm not staying with you."
"Such a tragedy for all the blokes!" Becca laughed.
They left the bathroom and re-joined the rest of the pub's patrons, dancing and drinking their way well into the night.
"Time to call it a night?" Becca suggested, late in the evening.
"Definitely," Ella agreed. They made their way through the dwindling crowd, and strolled arm in arm back up the main street.
They were almost at the end of the street, when a dual-cab ute chucked a uey around the wide median strip separating the two generous country town-sized lanes, readying itself for a cruise back up the street. The two girls were spotted almost immediately, and a drunken lout leaned out the window, belting out the well-worn cry of "Show us your tits!"
"Fuck off!" Becca yelled back in her own time-honoured tradition, but rather than back her up, Ella grabbed hold of her shirt and ripped the press-studs open by pulling the two halves dramatically apart, her large tits spilling free. She waggled her chest at the ute as it continued past them, the passenger leaning dangerously out the window in awe, while the rear window quickly receded into the door frame as the rear-passenger sought the same amazing view as the front-seat passenger.
