All characters in this story are 18 or over.
The story is fiction. All characters, places, events and information in it are fictitious.
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My name is Alicia. I'm an eighteen year old recent graduate from high school. My eyes are blue but I had to dye my hair blond. I was born blond but my hair turned darker as I grew older so I decided to change it back. My friends all say I'm a pretty girl but sometimes I question their wisdom on that. You may catch me from time to time in front of the mirror making faces, trying to determine whether my nose is too wide or my cheekbones are too high.
My best friend in all the world is Shelly who is five months older than me which would make her almost nineteen now. She is a natural blond with blue eyes and oh, so pretty. We were both varsity cheerleaders so you know we are in very good shape. But more than best friends, Shelly and I have been lovers since around the first of December.
Shelly has a sister named Melissa who is twenty-one and has moved back home now since her marriage fell apart. Melissa is a pretty girl, too, though not as pretty as Shelly. She works at a small women's clothing store downtown so she is also a smart dresser. I've known Melissa since childhood, but now that I'm into girls, I could very easily find her sexually attractive.
Shelly is working at the local ice cream store now so she has some extra money to spend on clothes and such to keep up with her sister. You know how that goes. She could always borrow Melissa's clothes since they're about the same size but naturally she wants her own clothing.
We were in the clothing store one afternoon while Shelly tried on some new dresses. She was looking for something sexy but the store is not exactly Victoria's Secret. Melissa showed her an orange knee length dress which had thin straps over the shoulders but was modest in the front.
Shelly took it to the dressing room to try it on and asked me to help her. She undressed down to her panties and pulled the dress up over her lovely legs. She looked so gorgeous I had to playfully grab her bare breasts to give them a loving squeeze while I had the chance.
"Behave yourself, Alicia," Shelly giggled. "We didn't come here to make out."
The sexiest thing about the dress was that it was so thin and clung so tight all over that you had to wear it without underwear or show everyone your panty lines.
"Your panty lines are plain to see," I told her. "You'd better take your panties off with that one."
She started to pull her dress up but I knelt in front of her and hooked my thumbs under the hem of the dress.
"Here, let me help you," I volunteered.
Shelly held the dress while I slid her panties down to her knees. With her freshly shaved pussy inches from my face I couldn't help but give her a friendly kiss on her pussy lips.
"Alicia! Don't start something we can't finish!"
The curtain to the dressing room slid open at that instant and Melissa handed Shelly another dress.
"I found a similar -, What the - - excuse me!" she stammered.
Melissa stood with her mouth open in surprise at the sight of me kneeling in front of Shelly, her naked, shaved pussy inches from my face as I pulled her panties down her legs.
"It's okay, we just decided that the dress would look much better without panty lines," Shelly explained.
"Oh,- right," said Melissa with a dubious look in her eyes. "You know, - there are whispers around town that you two are queer for each other."
"We're not 'queer' for each other," I said, miffed at the expression.
"It's okay, Alicia. I don't care whether you are or not. I'm just saying that you two need to be more careful of your actions! What I saw just now made you look like a couple of dykes."
"Some dirty minded people around here would say stuff like that no matter what we did!"
"Okay. So? You have to admit that what I saw just now is pretty damnable evidence."
"We weren't doing anything!" Shelly recoiled.
"Shelly, it's not what you're doing, it's what it appears you are doing that's the problem," Melissa explained. "When rumors fly around people start watching for evidence, - and people are watching you closely. You don't know what I hear about you."
"Melissa, I'm sorry, it was my fault, I was just being silly," I said. I remembered what Maria, a mature, experienced lesbian, told us when we first started making love to each other, that girls who like girls send out signals even when they try not to that most people miss but girls who like girls or perceptive straights can easily detect.
Melissa hugged me in a friendly way but pressed her breasts against mine a little longer than needed. It also felt like she was trembling. But after all, we're good friends.
"Aw, Alicia, it's not anyone's fault," she said. "No harm was done. All I'm saying is, be careful what you do from now on. I'm just lucky Shelly is my sister, I guess."
Melissa left and closed the curtain again. I handed Shelly her panties and watched her put them back on. I puzzled over Melissa's words, 'I'm just lucky Shelly is my sister,' wondering what she meant by that.
Shelly tried on the second dress, a light blue sun dress type pretty thing that was lower cut on top and a higher hem line. Both dresses looked good on Shelly so she decided to buy them both. Melissa met us at the cash register to ring up the sale.
"Melissa, I've invited three girlfriends from school over for a slumber party tonight," Shelly informed her. "I figure since Mom and Dad are going to be away for two weeks while enjoying a second honeymoon, we might as well take advantage of it and enjoy ourselves."
"Okay, that's alright," she replied. "Just don't get too crazy and make the neighbors call the cops on you."
"Oh we won't," Shelly assured her. "How much noise can five girls make at a slumber party?"
"How about, 'no noise'? she asked. "Be on the safe side. - Is Alicia going to be there?"
"Of course, Alicia is my best friend in the whole world." Melissa raised her eyebrows but said no more.
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Shelly and I had stopped to get some Chinese take-out food and were in the process of unwrapping everything when Melissa arrived home from work. She was dressed in a short, white dress which she wore to work in. It was a pretty dress which hugged her butt closely showing off the delicate curves of her jiggling ass. Melissa looked fabulous in it and, naturally, I enjoyed such beauty in front of me as much as I could without staring. She was the same size as Shelly but the extra two years in age added a little more curve to her breasts, ass and thighs.
Melissa put plates and forks on the table and we sat down to enjoy our meal. We all ate quietly for a bit because the food was delicious and we didn't have much to say anyhow. The scene in the dressing room that afternoon was still on my mind and was curious about just exactly how Melissa felt about it. I couldn't get it out of my mind and just had to bring it up.
"Sorry if I shocked you today in the dressing room," I apologized. "We were getting a little silly, I suppose."
"No, you didn't shock me, Alicia," Melissa explained. "I was a little surprised is all. It was just such an erotic scene from where I stood - even if it was as innocent as you say."
"It turned you on?" I asked.
"Well, my sex life ended weeks before my marriage did, Alicia," she confessed. "I haven't had sex with anyone but myself for so long, everything with sexual overtones turns me on."
"Watching girls make love to each other turns you on?" I asked.
"Not really. Oh, the eroticism of it makes me tingle a little, but I'm really not interested in that sort of thing," she argued.
I accidentally knocked my fork off the table with my elbow. The fork hit the tile floor with a noisy clatter and I quickly bent down to retrieve it from under the table. Melissa was sitting with her legs slightly parted and when I looked up, I could see her creamy thighs and a portion of her pink, lacy panties. I was amazed at how much she looked like Shelly down there. The sight made my pussy start to tingle so I quickly sat up, hoping my face wasn't flushed.
"What did you mean when you said you were lucky Shelly is your sister?" I asked.
"Oh, I don't know. Maybe for a brief second or two I was tempted, I said 'tempted,' to try girls when I saw you two in the dressing room together. It's been such a long time since I've had sex with someone, you know. But Shelly is my sister so that is entirely out of the question, I mean, that would be incest! Anyway, I'm not into girls."
"Is today the only time you ever thought about doing things with a girl?" I pried.
"No, - I've occasionally wondered about it when I would see two girls together in a porn movie making love. I don't think I could ever do that though."
"So, you're not repulsed by the idea then?" I asked.
"No, not really repulsed, - just not interested is all. What about you?" she asked me.
"Oh, I don't see anything wrong with girls playing with each other. After all, we all masturbate anyway, don't we? So what's the big difference? It's only when girls start hating men that I have a problem with it," I replied.
"I would have to agree with you there," Melissa said as she began to clear the table. "A man-loathing attitude goes against nature completely. The human race would cease to exist if we all felt that way, although I fully understand how a man can thoroughly piss you off. I speak from experience."
*
Melissa had changed clothes and put on shorts and a tank top. She sat and watched TV as Shelly filled a bowl with chips and made some onion dip to get ready for the slumber party that night. No sooner than she finished the dip when the doorbell rang. I was in the middle of filling a bowl with pretzels for a party snack.
"I'll get it," Melissa called from the other room. We heard the front door open and Melissa say, "Samantha! Good to see you again."
Samantha is a tall girl with dark hair and dark brown eyes that seem to sparkle when she looks at you. She was a varsity cheerleader also who was on the squad with Shelly and I, and a fun loving girl as well.
Shelly and I put the snacks on the coffee table and greeted Samantha with a friendly hug. It was hard for me to keep my hands in proper places hugging her in front of Melissa since she and I have already done just about everything in the book. Samantha's back was toward Melissa so when she cupped my butt cheeks while hugging me, Melissa couldn't see it. I could tell right away that, even though I told everyone Melissa wasn't into girls, it was going to be hard for everyone to keep it secret that they liked girls as well as boys. Oh, well, we'll just have to deal with it as we needed to.
"Sorry if I'm early but Randy dropped me off on his way to the bowling alley," she said apologetically.
