Best friends do everything together. That's what we believe. My name is Faith and my best friend's name is Casey. We are 18 year old Seniors who cheer together on the Edgewood High Cheerleader squad. We go on double dates together with football players, we are in the same classes, do well grade wise and earn extra money babysitting when needed.
I stand about 6'0" tall. I am African American with dark skin, full lips, long legs, bubble butt and a 44DD chest. Casey is 5'2" even, blonde with her hair in pigtails 99% of the time, a matching 44DD chest and an hour glass baby doll looks. She has great book smarts but can be a real ditz otherwise with no commonsense.
Both of us take turns watching Ms. Kenny's three daughters across town. When one of us is working the other will usually be there hanging out. Robin as Ms. Kenny likes to be called, doesn't care either way. Robin, when not at work or in court, is a partner in a major law firm in Baltimore. She's 45 years old and 5'4" tall. She is spicy hispanic girl boss woman. Robin's figure is stunning with a nice 42DD chest and is curvy in all the right places with round gold framed glasses that soften the freckles on her face.
Robin works very hard. When she comes home at night we can both tell she is beyond exhausted. This one night was no different. Robin came in her townhouse a little after 10 pm and left her briefcase and keys at the door. As she moved toward us in the large living room of her first floor. As she came towards us she kicked her heels off by the door, her suit jacket was hung up on a coat rack, and her panty hose came off as she gradually made her way towards us. A path of her work uniform from the firm leaving a vast trail behind her.
Grabbing a beer from the fridge she planted herself between us on the couch. She cocked her head back and drank half of the local brewed beverage and finally let out an exasperated curse as she attempted to unwind between us.
We both looked up to Robin so much! And hated that she never saw her three girls enough and always looked tired. That even her girls were away with their dad. Casey and I knew we had to do something for her. No plans were on place but what happened kind of just came about on its own. Here is what happened.
Robin sat between us. She had her bare feet resting on the coffee table as she sighed after another sip of beer and asked us how our day and school was going? "Seeing any boys recently?," she asked. "Not at the moment, Robin," Casey said for the both of us. "Do me a favor and don't!" Robin said then told a little about her current client and what this soon to be single mother of two boys was dealing with in her divorce from her husband.
I am not sure who winked to who or who made the first move but Casey moved to sit on the coffee table and rub Robin's sore feet. I stood up and got behind Robin to massaged her very tense shoulders and neck. Robin wiggled a bit and sighed as we each tried to help her out. She leaned her head back against the couch and she wound up nestling right up between my breasts. As she moved her head side to side her hair bun would tickle my cleavage and nipples. Casey rubbed one foot all around and then worked her was up Robin's bare calf. As she turned her right leg outwards to get at a knot of hardness on her calf, Casey looked up her leg under her skirt and saw no panties, just the hint of Robin's bare pubes under the shadow of clothing.
Looking down as I massaged Robin's shoulders I could see her ample cleavage through the collar of her white blouse and her prominent nipples trying to break out because all the sudden they became very erect. Robin thanked Casey for rubbing her sore leg and feet and then said sweetly, "would you mind rubbing up further between my legs? I feel so sore up there." Casey wanting to help in any way possible scooted closer on her knees now and reached between Robin's parted legs and laid her open hand on Robin's bare pussy, which was very hot and very wet.
Casey said with some deep concern, "Robin, I'm afraid you really hurt yourself. Your leaking between your legs!" Robin replied nonplussed, "just take two fingers and press into me there until I tell you to stop. That usually helps." Casey pressed her index and middle digits forward and they sunk into Robin's sex up to Casey's knuckles. As instructed Casey moved them in and out slowly.
Mean while Robin had me let her hair loose and she unbuttoned her blouse and leaned forward and asked me so kindly to remove her bra. Once I did this she moved my hands downwards and said her breasts were awful sore, "Would I massage them for her too?"