"Hmmmph! No way!" Rosemarie said with mock annoyance. But as she was heading for the bathroom, she thought about what her friend just did. Annamarie's touch on her crotch was only a quick gesture meant to catch her by surprise but she also felt a strange excitement. The story that D.J. e-mailed her had a fairly graphic scene where she and Annamarie made love to each other. She skimmed through it the night before and she felt funny after reading that scene. Again, she hadn't really checked if she had orgasmed—but she felt the front of her panties and found it damp.
Inside the privacy of the bathroom, she unzipped her jeans and lowered them slightly. She reached inside her panty gingerly and touched her flower. It wasn't wet but, as a further test, she slipped her finger slightly inside. There she could feel a growing wetness that she knew had nothing to do with the Pepsi she'd been drinking. She moved her finger a bit inside her flower. As she did so, a small moan escaped her lips. That feels good, she thought and wondered if she could play with her flower for a while but she knew that Annamarie would be waiting for her to come out with a knowing smirk on her face and tease her about it all afternoon and all night long.
Annamarie continued to read the story while waiting for Rosemarie to come out of the bathroom. She had expected it to be something like the ones she sometimes read in the tabloids, with the focus mostly on sexual intercourse. Instead, it had turned out to be better than that since D.J. had included more dialogue between herself and Rosemarie in the story that wasn't simply moans and screams while she and her best friend had sex. It was actually quite nice and rather romantic, even if it was about two girls. Truth be told, though, she did love Rosemarie and she knew Rosemarie felt the same way about her. They'd been best friends for practically forever. They'd been through a lot of things together, good times and bad times, and they'd always been there for each other. They were like sisters—or maybe even closer than sisters.
As she read the part where she and Rosemarie began to make love, Annamarie unconsciously leaned in closer and her hand moved towards her left breast. Her index finger began to rub against her nipple, still enclosed behind her bra. A bead of sweat dropped from her forehead as she imagined herself kissing her best friend before slowly stripping off her clothes.
The sound of the bathroom door opening broke her daydream. Annamarie turned to see Rosemarie coming out. "So—did you have fun?" she asked.
Rosemarie simply stuck her tongue out at her and sat back down beside her. "What part are you at now?" she asked.
"Oh, I'm already at that part where we're on the bed and we're kissing. We're already in our underwear," Annamarie said in a casual way. Rosemarie, however, noticed a slight hitch in her voice. She also glimpsed Annamarie's left nipple outlined underneath her shirt. Shouldn't have worn such a thin bra today, Anna, Rosemarie thought, smiling.
Annamarie noticed. "What's that for?" she wanted to know. Rosemarie just kept on smiling as if she knew some secret about her best friend. Annamarie took a drink of soda. "You want to keep reading?" Rosemarie asked her.
"Sure. After all, I'm not the one who had to go to the bathroom," Annamarie replied.
They continued with the part where they were kissing each other while sitting face to face on the bed in what was supposed to be Rosemarie's room. Annamarie noted how D.J. got a lot of the details right. He must have asked her about it, she thought. He got the color of our underwear wrong, though. At that thought, she felt the urge to touch her left nipple again; she could feet it straining against her bra. Rosemarie had a hand on her left leg. It wasn't moving but just the feel of it sent something like an electrical charge running towards her body, especially between her legs. Now she felt like going to the bathroom. She tried hard to control herself since she knew that Rosemarie would be glad for the chance to tease her back but when she got to the part of the story where Rosemarie was kissing her cleavage, followed by her nipples, Annamarie couldn't stand it anymore. She stood up, murmuring something about needing to use the toilet. Instead of teasing her, however, Rosemarie just smiled and said, "Okay." But then she reached up and lightly pinched Annamarie's left nipple. Unable to control herself, Annamarie moaned softly. Then she blushed.
"Sorry...but you did touch me too, you know," said Rosemarie with another of those knowing smiles. "But go on, if you have to use the bathroom. I'll wait for you to come back so we can finish the story together."
Annamarie silently entered the bathroom. Once inside, she leaned against the door, listening to the pounding of her heart. She touched her left nipple. It was erect. She touched her other nipple and found it erect as well. The story was having an effect on her. Part of her wanted to tell Rosemarie that she wanted to go home already but another part of her wanted to stay, not just to read the story but to make it real. She had often told her best friend that she loved her; Rosemarie had also told her the same thing often enough. Now, thanks to the story, she had an idea how she could also do something to show Rosemarie just how much and how intensely she loved her.
With her mind made up, Annamarie began to remove her outerwear. Then she exited the bathroom quietly, but with her heart still beating loudly. She hoped that Rosemarie wouldn't hear it.
Rosemarie didn't move when she heard Annamarie come out of the bathroom. She was still riveted to the lovemaking scene in the story. D.J. had written it very well—well enough that she could feel her flower getting very wet. Suddenly, she felt a pair of hands cup her breasts. She looked up. Annamarie was smiling tentatively at her while she held her breasts. She was wearing only her underwear. Rosemarie immediately realized what was on her mind. In a way, she was relieved. The night before, after reading the lovemaking scene, she wondered what it would be like to make love to Annamarie, whom she always considered pretty, even more so than herself (although D.J. said that her own prettiness complemented Annamarie's perfectly). She also thought that it would be such a magical experience since she loved her best friend. Now it looked like she was finally going to get what she wanted. Or, to be more precise, they would both get what they wanted.
Rosemarie stood up and faced Annamarie. She gently removed her best friend's hands and began to take off her clothes. Annamarie stood and watched her best friend disrobe. She found herself admiring Rosemarie's body. She'd always though that she was chubby; Rosemarie, however, constantly reassured her that she was sexy. Even D.J. said that she was sexily curvaceous, not like some girls who were way too thin to even be considered as sexy, much less healthy. As he told Rosemarie before, the two of them complemented each other perfectly.
Once Rosemarie was down to her underwear, she took a good look at Annamarie. Her best friend was wearing a black, semi-transparent bra that showed off her erect nipples clearly. Annamarie had bigger breasts than she did, something that turned her on as she looked at her. Her body was curvy in the right places and her mestiza complexion showed how well her Spanish and Filipino roots mixed together. Underneath her lacy black panties, Rosemarie could see Annamarie's brownish-blonde pubic hair covering her flower.
On Annamarie's part, she enjoyed gazing at Rosemarie's truly Filipino morena complexion. Her breasts were proportionate to her size and were covered by a bikini-type bra with diagonal stripes in front. She was slender but not skinny. Her panty was also like a bikini bottom and hid her flower completely, although she could glimpse a little hair peeking out from the top. Annamarie wanted to see it already but she controlled herself. She didn't want this to end so quickly.
At first, they only looked at each other shyly. Then they stepped closer, moving into each other's arms. Their lips met and their embraces grew tighter as they pulled each other closer. At first, their lips gently brushed against each other but were soon pressed together rather firmly. Their tongues slid and rubbed against one another, bringing even more pleasure to the two girls.
When they broke off their kiss, they were both smiling. Rosemarie gestured towards the bed. "Shall we?" she whispered. Annamarie nodded. Rosemarie led her by the hand and lay herself down in the middle of the bed. Annamarie knew what to do. She lowered herself onto Rosemarie and they began to kiss, more intensely this time around. At the same time, Annamarie cupped Rosemarie's right breast and began to squeeze it gently. Then she pinched the nipple the way Rosemarie did when she was on her way to the bathroom a while ago. Rosemarie moaned softly. "Ummm...Annamarie..."
Annamarie shifted positions somewhat and took Rosemarie's breasts in her hands, kneading and squeezing, pinching and pulling the nipples, while they French-kissed each other. Rosemarie broke off from their kiss and felt the sweet sensation coming from her breasts. "Annamarie...Annamarie...ummmm....that's so good...hhhhaaaahhhh...." was all she could manage to say. Her eyes were shut tight, as if she was asleep and caught in a dream.
