CHAPTER ONE — RELATIONSHIPS
Illicit thoughts
"Well?" the pouting young woman asked, pulling her short blonde hair onto the top of her head with one hand and resting the other on her hip. "Sexy?"
Madison Cooper flicked her appreciative eyes across her best friend's body. In her multi coloured tube top, short black skirt and thigh length black boots, Peaches looked hot.
But then, Peaches always looked hot.
Her fair skin was brought alive by the sprinkling of freckles across her face and there was something about the way her nose crinkled when she laughed that made her seem like the proverbial girl-next-door. But as many a young man could testify, her cute face belied the wonderful wickedness that lay underneath. Peaches oozed sex appeal.
The two nineteen year old girls had known one another since they'd entered the teens, and had become inseparable over the years since then. Maybe it was their different qualities that attracted them to one another? Peaches always seemed to wrap men around her finger, while the brunette had never quite inherited the same self-confidence. Whatever scrapes they'd got into with men over their formative years, it was always Peaches leading the way.
"Yeah," Madison giggled, smoothing her short red dress across her flat stomach. "Like a model. But what about me?"
Her short dress fluttered around her long, shapely legs as she twirled in front of the mirror.
"You?" Peaches murmured. "God, Maddy, what do I keep telling you? If you were bi like me I'd take you to bed and fuck you myself."
The girls giggled at one another. It was a comment Peaches had frequently made. There'd been times on the dance floor, or even when Peaches had stayed over at Madison's flat, that they'd shared a cuddle and more than a friendly kiss. But that was as far as Madison was ever likely to go.
As nice as Peaches looked and smelled, women weren't her thing.
She swung around again. In the tight dress, the heart shaped curve of her wonderful buttocks was a sight to behold. But it wasn't her ass that Peaches' clear blue eyes were focused on.
"Those tits," she sighed, creeping up behind her friend. Her hands reached underneath Madison arms and slithered upwards to cup her unfettered breasts. "Fuck, I wish I had tits like these..."
Madison deep brown eyes narrowed as she looked at the sexy sight in the mirror. The black haired young woman felt her toes curl. The way Peaches' fingers were kneading her swells and manipulating her nipples was sending shockwaves down to her sex. She spun away, panting a little as she turned to face her blonde friend. "Peaches, you are wicked..."
"Of course I am," Peaches grinned, picking up the glass of wine they'd been sharing and reaching for the bottle again. "That's why we make such a good team."
Madison shook her head in wonder. Peaches was the most confident person she'd ever known—and the sexiest. She glanced back in the mirror, seeing that her high nipples were standing out proudly on her full breasts. The sight would blow Nate's mind. Her boyfriend of three months had this thing about her tits. Heck, most men had this thing about her tits. Even Nate's dad had told her she should be in Playboy last week. But Mr. Robson always had been a perv.
"You want to share tonight?" Peaches casually asked, topping up her glass of wine from the nearly empty bottle. Her preference was red, but the supermarket white was adequate enough before they met their boyfriends. She winked at the brunette as she sighed and shook her head.
"You know the answer to that one," Madison murmured, walking across to her friend and taking the glass from her. Peaches' natural effervescence made it impossible to get really annoyed at her. She swigged down half the contents in one mouthful. "You might be into boyfriend swapping, you slut" she giggled. "But you know it's not my thing..."
"Only too well," her friend laughed. The boys had occasionally mentioned the idea, encouraged by the intimacy they shared. Madison flat contained only one bedroom, with twin beds. That usually meant they fucked their boyfriend's at the same time in full view of one another. The situation leant itself to sharing, but the brunette had always drawn the line at the idea.
Shame, Peaches would have been quite happy to 'road test' Madison's boyfriend. Nate was much cuter than Ethan, even though his cock wasn't as big. Hell, she would have taken them both on, for that matter. But her friend's reluctance meant the idea would always remain a non starter.
"I know what you're thinking," Madison grinned at her, cocking her head to one side. "The answer is still no." She loved her flat, even though it was so small. And in more ways than one, getting her own place had proven to be a Godsend. With her parents divorced and her mother living abroad, life with her father had only just been tolerable.
Mind you, it had been less so when he and her mother were still together and arguing so much. She couldn't remember a time when they'd been happy. Her father was often out with friends, boozing, gambling, and chasing women. Not that her mother had been any better. Madison knew of a couple of affairs she'd had, so there must have been others she wasn't aware of.
Eventually, it had all proven too much for them. The divorce had been acrimonious and Madison had lived with her dad for the best part of twelve months until neither of them could stand it any longer. The daily arguments were wearing them both down. Besides, she was cramping his style. How could you bring women home when your teenage daughter was around?
The job she secured working for the controversial PR guru, Jay-Jay Kazan, gave her the freedom to rent somewhere on her own. She loved the work, too. The English publicist was infamous for representing the underdog, turning them into celebrities by selling their 'kiss-and-tell' stories to the tabloid newspapers. His Personal Assistant, Lucinda, had taken Madison under her wing and the nineteen-year-old brunette was already proving her worth.
"You know what I'm thinking?" Peaches queried, sidling up behind her friend. One of her hands ran through the lustrous black hair that fell in waves onto Madison shoulders, while the other slid under the hem of her short red dress. "What am I thinking?"
Madison gasped as her friend's fingers slid across her thighs. For a moment, she thought of opening her legs. That would call Peaches' bluff. The trouble was it might call her own, too. The tingling between her thighs was building with each teasing caress. She swung around. "Peaches..." she croaked, although she didn't move.
"Why not experiment? Just a little?" Peaches teased, giggling as she planted a kiss on the brunette's' nose. "I'd be the perfect partner..."
Madison rolled her eyes. "You can be a right little slut," she laughed.
"Can be?" Peaches giggled, putting one hand behind her neck and the other on her hip. She rotated her groin like a stripper. "Baby, as you know full well, I am a slut..."
The brunette shook her head again and tapped her watch. "Well get that sluttish ass into gear. We're meeting Nate and Ethan at the pub in half an hour."
***
"Where are we going to take them?" Nate asked, digging his fingertips into the dashboard as the red mini swung precariously around a corner. "For fuck's sake, mate—slow down."
Ethan grinned back at him as he straightened the car. The red traffic lights ahead stopped his progress. "Takes corners like a dream, doesn't it?"
"Good luck with your driving test..."
The ginger haired twenty-one year old gunned the engine as he waited impatiently for the lights "Hey," he laughed, playfully punching his friend's arm. "I passed first time with flying colours. Which test is it you're taking next month? Third? Fourth?"
"Second, as you well know," Nate said, pulling a face that couldn't disguise his good natured grin. "It's a good job I don't have you teaching me."
