Vivian returned to her apartment with the small stack of folded clothes under her left arm. Her right hand shook nervously as she turned the doorknob. She swallowed once, hesitating, then commanded herself to open the door and head inside.
She immediately caught sight of Olivia, still lying fully nude on her couch and making no attempt whatsoever to cover up a single thing. Olivia smiled warmly at her, and Vivian felt like she could faint! Why was she so nervous? She was hardly a virgin, and Olivia was certainly less intimidating than any of her past boyfriends.
"I... uh... brought you your clothes." she stammered, trying to hide her nervousness. "All dry again!"
Her speech was usually so practiced and perfect. It was uncharacteristic of her to let any feelings of uncertainty show through her outer shell.
"Mmm, thank you! You can set them down wherever. I'll put them on before I leave... if that doesn't bother you."
She set them down on the countertop of her kitchenette, then took another look at her beautiful friend, sprawled out so comfortably. When Olivia smiled at her again, Vivian instinctively looked away.
"You know, if you see something you like, you're allowed to look. Really, I don't mind."
"Well... maybe I do see a few interesting things," she admitted.
"Yeah? What catches your eye the most?" Olivia smiled, maybe hoping for a bit of flattery.
But before Vivian could respond, both her arms twitched on their own accord, and grabbed the bottom of her shirt. It was Abigail once again controlling her body for her, reminding her of the rule she had clearly forgotten. Vivian pulled the shirt up over her head, and hung it over a stool next to the counter.
She returned her eyes to Olivia and finally took a good, long look at her nude body. Olivia shut her eyes, smiling from ear to ear, clearly loving the attention. Olivia's skin was so smooth, and with a nice amount of color to it, much nicer than Vivian's pale skin, she thought. Her breasts were about the same size, though her nipples were noticeably smaller. Vivian looked down her torso, past her trim tummy, and between her legs. Though not shaven like Vivian liked herself, Olivia kept her pubic hair neatly trimmed, enough to get a good view of the large, deep crevice underneath, formed by two temptingly puffy outer lips. Vivian couldn't explain what she found so indescribably adorable about it. If this was Abigail's influence making her feel these feelings, she hardly cared. She felt so excited and horny, while simultaneously happy and comforted.
After giving Olivia's vagina a good, long gaze, their eyes met once more.
"Well...?" Olivia continued. "You clearly see something you like. Don't keep me waiting in the dark!"
"I, uh... heh heh," Vivian stuttered. She swallowed, and tried to work up the courage to be honest. "All of you, of course! But, particularly... your, uh... vagina. It looks soooo cute!"
"Mmm, yeah?" she answered, and spread her legs slightly to give Vivian an even better look. She rubbed her private parts up and down a few times, teasingly, while looking Vivian in the eyes. "And I think I see something I like! Those nipples... like WOW, they're LOOOONG! Does that mean you REALLY like me?"
Vivian looked down at them, and could swear they had grown again! They were sticking out of her breasts like pegs.
Then, Olivia sat up and reached her hands toward Vivian's nipples with a hopeful look on her face, apparently meaning to give them a stroke with her fingers. Even though she was moving slowly, Vivian remembered the danger and jumped back, seemingly startled.
"Oh God! I'm sorry! Not okay? I really should have asked first! I thought that we were going that way, and..."
"No, no! Nothing like that. It's just, if we let our skin touch... you know... who's to say the thing won't happen again?"
"Yeah, I thought about that. I mean, we already figured out how to get apart, so no disaster if it happens again. But, okay, if you're still a little freaked out by what happened, I understand."
"I'm actually okay with the risk. I was just thinking, if we are going to be stuck together for a while again, we might as well pick a position we like."
"Haha! Good thinking! Hmm... I'd like be facing each other... able to look each other in the eyes while we do whatever we're going to do."
Vivian bit her lip as she worked up the courage to ask for what she wanted. Olivia was already of a similar mind.
"Nipple to nipple? Would that be too weird?" she asked, and grinned embarrassedly as she waited for Olivia's response. She could feel her cheeks heating up as she blushed.
"Just the nipples? I suppose. What, you want to touch them together and see if anything happens?"
"Yeah, I guess."
"Ooo... that could be... interesting. All right, I'll try it."
Before they proceeded, Vivian took off the rest of her clothes. Olivia stood up from the couch and faced her. They both cupped their breasts and aligned their nipples, and slowly guided them together. Vivian only intended to touch the tips together, but Olivia moved in another half inch, which compressed Vivian's long, erect nipples and brought their areolas together.
"Ooooo... mmmm..." Olivia moaned at the excitingly intimate touch!
A moment later, when they tried to pull apart again, Olivia's eyes shot open! Their nipples were stuck like glue!
"WHOA!"
Vivian, however, hadn't been a bit surprised. In fact, she was even quite used to the sensation. Vivian released her breasts and let her hands fall to her side, then started rocking back and forth, gently tugging on their clinging nipples. The soft, pink flesh of their areolas stretched slightly with each pull, refusing to separate.
"Holy shit!" Olivia shouted, mouth agape. "That happened fast! Like, instantly! Whoa, this feels... weird. Kinda hot, though!"
"Yeah? You like it?" Vivian whispered gently as she continued to sway her body sensuously.
"Oooooo... yeah. Just a little terrifying, not going to lie. But, in a good way, if that even makes sense. Like, the excitement of playing with something dangerous."
"Yeah, I do know the feeling!"
"Like... what the fuck is even doing this to us? It doesn't seem, ahh, you know... natural. Oh my God, have we fucking lost our minds? This weird, freaky shit starts happening to us, and our first thought is to see if our titties will get stuck for the 'luls'? Should we be afraid of this?" Olivia mused, then laughed nervously.
"Why not have fun with it? That's how love goes, too. It just... happens. And you just go with it, and damn the consequences, because it feels so right!"
Olivia chortled at Vivian's cheesy line, but something in her eyes said she agreed, none the less.
"Okay, but are we going to keep sticking together every time we touch? Cause if we get too tangled up, we might not even be able to make it to the tub."
"Let's find out." Vivian ran her hands up and down Olivia's sides, savoring how soft her skin felt to her touch. She slid them up and down a few times, then pulled them away freely. "No, not every time we touch. I think it'll be okay."
Olivia finally let go of her breasts and pulled Vivian in for a hug. Vivian let out a soft gasp, even shuddered, as she felt the softness and warmth of skin-on-skin contact all up and down her body. She put her arms around Olivia and pulled her in even tighter, pressing as much of their skin together as they could, even squeezing their cheeks together and resting their chins on each other's shoulders. Skin-to-skin contact must have been one of the warmest, intimate, most comforting pleasures in the world, Vivian was now convinced, and something that had been sorely lacking from most of her life.
