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They met in college. Both girls had only ever slept with men, but instinctively knew something was missing. One night, while setting lights for the college theater, their eyes met and everything changed.
A few minutes later they were dancing around the light booth, slowly grinding into each other and coming oh so close to kissing in front of the entire theater department. Of course, that wouldn't have been all bad; theater majors are notorious for being willing to try anything. They quickly made their excuses and headed back to the dorms where a long exploration began that left both of them breathless and giddy.
They continued having sex off and on for years, between boyfriends and other inconveniences of life. Sexually, they were perfect together, going from tender to fierce as the mood called for. They were always close friends, even when not sleeping together. They cared for each other passionately with the intensity of lovers and the depth of sisters.
They were a study in contrasts. Carol was a thin blonde with blue eyes, perky breasts, and a brilliant smile. Lily was a petite brunette with dark brooding eyes and a ringing laugh. The few times they made-out in front of a boyfriend or two, the visual impact was stunning.
But everyone has to grow up and a few years after college, Carol and Lily found themselves married. On the night of Lily's bachelorette party, they said their final sexual goodbye to each other in a luscious hotel suite overlooking the river. They kissed and licked and fingered each other until the sun came up. And then they laughed a little and cried a little before closing the door on that part of their relationship.
Another five years passed and the two women were still as close as sisters. The women moved into homes just a few blocks apart. They had each had baby (born within a week of each other) and had struggled through early motherhood leaning heavily on each other. As the babies grew into toddlers and then preschoolers, they found themselves having more time to chat about things other than diaper rash and the best technique for grilled cheese sandwiches.
One day, in the course of regular conversation, Lily told Carol that she had gone to a photographer who specialized in nude photos. It had taken her a long time to gather the courage to make the appointment, but while the photos were being taken she felt beautiful and desirable. Lily also felt incredibly wet, and hornier than she'd been in years. She was planning to put the pictures in a special photo album decorated with red ribbon and sprigs of ivy for her husband as a Christmas gift. Many times she imagined the scene on Christmas Eve when he opened the album in front of the fire and saw the black and white photos of his love.
Lily told Carol about the photo shoot in great detail, including how good she felt while she was there. Carol was captivated by the thought and got a sexy look on her face. "I know someone else who wouldn't mind getting some photos like that of me, too..."
Then, at the same time, they both said, "We should do it together!" Knowing what a collection of nude photos of the two would do to their husbands, they called the photographer immediately and made an appointment.
The day finally arrived, and they were both nervous and giggly. They rounded up some Christmas lights, candy canes and all of their best lingerie and made the drive to the studio. On the way there they chatted and reminisced about the old days when they could fall into bed and stay there all day. As they got closer to the studio, nerves started acting up and they decided to make some rules... 1) No nudity past the waist. 2 No sexual acts beyond kissing and holding each other. 3) Photos were to be taken on black and white film, to make them seem less trashy and more artsy.
When they got there, they went over these things with him. He told them that it was a good idea to have some guidelines and that he had no problem following them. As he was setting up his camera and lights, Carol and Lily went to change into crimson velvet shortie night gowns with matching Santa hats. The photographer had put up a black background and strung the Christmas lights everywhere.
