This is part one of a two part story in the Natasha Chronicles series.
Roxanne woke with a start and found she had a mass of brown hair on her pierced chest. Her head was a bit fuzzy after last night's alcoholic binge but at least she had no problem working out where she was, and it was with no little relief she instantly recognised her bedroom in her downtown penthouse apartment. It took her a second longer to remember who the brown hair belonged to, Jeanie! It was all coming back to her now. They'd gone out to paint the town red because they were celebrating Jeanie's impending divorce from her scumbag of a husband, Jeff, and also to celebrate the seriously large chunk of change she was divesting him of.
The plan had been to go out and drink, dance, pick up some hot young men and bang them later that night at her apartment. And they had danced their asses off and drunk a gallon of alcohol but had passed on the annoying immature idiots who had been clawing at them like hungry wolves on the dance floor. Yes, it was all coming back to her now. They'd got a taxi back to her apartment, drunk some more and as one thing often follows on from another in these situations, they'd kissed passionately and then ripped the clothes off each other and got up close and personal, very close and very personal. She'd enjoyed herself, she hoped Jeanie had too. The nest of brown hair stirred and Jeanie raised her head and looked at her bleary eyed, still wearing last night's makeup. Roxanne wondered if she looked this wrecked.
"Ahhh, my head," said Jeanie with a sigh, and she let her head drop onto Roxanne's enhanced pierced chest again.
"Do you feel as bad as me?" asked her muffled voice.
"Well I probably look as bad as you," laughed Roxanne, and then wished she hadn't as it made her head hurt.
Jeanie was far and away her closest friend. She'd been there through all the bad times with her ex-husband and she'd been a tower of strength, a pillar of support, showering her with love and reassurance and now it turned out that after all these years, she had made love to her best friend. She wondered how this was going to go.
"You're my first."
"What?"
"My first time with a woman, and I loved it. I hope it was as good for you as it was for me," and this came as a huge relief to Roxanne. She didn't want to lose their close friendship, to have a sudden and poisonous awkwardness between them, it would have been the kiss of death for their relationship.
"I loved it too Jeanie," and her friend sighed happily or maybe it was relief too.
"But your first? What about experimenting in college?"
"I had a steady boyfriend, remember? I did cheat on him with various men but never women," and they laughed.
She remembered Jeanie in college, she'd been a bit wild and had fucked lots of men but not very often or possibly never with her long suffering boyfriend Doug. Roxanne had met her during her exchange year from London university and they'd hit it off immediately. Poor Doug, he'd never got a look in. And then she remembered that Jeanie had only been his pretend girlfriend. Doug was gay and from a very conservative family and he'd needed a girlfriend as cover and Jeanie? She wasn't sure what Jeanie had got out of it. Maybe money, Doug had been loaded. Jeanie sat up on the bed.
"I just adore your pierced tits, I'd love to get mine done," she said, cupping her own enhanced breasts.
"I can take you to the place that did mine if you like."
"I might just take you up on that, new start and all that," and she leaned forward and kissed Roxanne's breasts and then kissed her on the lips.
This woman was so hot, thought Roxanne as they kissed. She was twenty-eight years old, five foot six, with long brown wavy hair, a round face full of soft curves, sparkling brown eyes that held a hint of mischief, a sensuous mouth with plump lips and a rock hard body with endless shapely legs and magnificent heavy breasts. The breasts had only been improved by the plastic surgeon, a present for her ex. They had that in common too. He had been a right prick, a serial liar and a nymphomaniac who had cheated on her with half of New York until she had come home one day and found him in bed with their maid. She had him bang to rights and she'd filed for a quick divorce and half his money. Jeff was some big cheese in the pharmaceutical industry and she now had a fortune that rivalled Roxanne's own. Or at least she would have in a couple of months when the final papers were signed and she walked off into the sunset with his money.
"Let's continue this in the shower, get last night's warpaint off," suggested Roxanne.
They got into the shower in her ensuite bathroom, kissed passionately, their hands going everywhere and got each other off, Roxanne didn't know who screamed the loudest. They put on big fluffy bathrobes and wrapped towels around their heads and Roxanne made them coffee and a light breakfast and they chatted and laughed together. They always did a lot of laughing when they got together which was one of the reasons they enjoyed each other's company so much.
"I want a big party when my money comes through," said Jeanie.
"Another night out perhaps?"
"Not exactly, I want some cock. I love you darling but I want to fuck someone with a big dick. To be honest, I want to fuck with abandon, go absolutely wild. I've been out of the game for so long, I want wild sex, and with a number of partners if possible. I want new experiences. Don't know how I'm going to get that though," she laughed.
And Roxanne smiled, a kernel of an idea had just occurred to her. Jeanie wanted some new experiences? Well, Roxanne knew some people who could provide them.
"I just might," she said. "Do you trust me Jeanie?"
"I'm offended you'd even ask that," she laughed, feigning mock offence.
"Okay, leave it with me. I'll arrange everything. I can promise you the ride of your life, in more ways than one."
"Hmm, I'm intrigued, tell me more."
"And ruin the surprise? No, listen, let's get dressed and go get your beautiful tits pierced. New start and all that. And by the way, don't shave your pussy again for the next two months."
"Well now I really am intrigued," she said thoughtfully. "I was due to get it waxed next week but if that's what you want me to do then so be it."
"It is, trust me."
Roxanne felt she owed Jeanie for all her love and support through the bad times and she was going to give her the party of a lifetime, a party she'd never forget. When she came back to the apartment later, she was going to write an email.
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"I love these monthly board meetings," said Scarlett, as they got out of the taxi.
"Really? You're that turned on by the spreadsheets, the projected earnings, the long term plans for the future etc?" laughed Rob.
"No silly," she said, and rang the doorbell. "It's because we have sex afterwards."
"Ah."
Jack opened and there were hugs and handshakes all round. They were going into the front room when he said Natasha was waiting in the bedroom and Scarlett winked at Rob and said something about them getting it on before the meeting. Jack led the way to where Natasha was sitting at the table with her computer and there were more hugs. Jack had set up some chairs and they were sitting around making small talk until Natasha called the meeting to order.
