Angie sat on her back patio under the sun shade, busy typing away on her laptop. She paused to re-read the email, and then sent it. There was a tall glass of water about half-empty, most of the ice melted, so she went back into the townhouse. She refilled her glass and returned to the patio just as her cell phone began ringing. She grinned seeing that it was Tracy, her best friend, calling.
"Hey Trace!" Angie said smoothly as she settled back into her chair. "What's up, girl?" The two chatted for a while, and Angie invited Tracy to come over and enjoy the Friday afternoon sunshine on her back patio. Angie explained that she was still working but it was light stuff, mostly emails and reports, nothing major, and that Tracy should definitely come over. They'd not seen each other in a few weeks, and it was definitely time to get caught up.
Angie busied herself further while waiting for Tracy to arrive. She did some more work and when Tracy finally walked in at close to four, Angie had decided that work was concluded for the week. She snapped her laptop shut, stood and angled the sun shade, and then sat back down and rolled her head back, allowing the sun to caress her body.
"Don't you look comfortable," Tracy announced her presence. "I brought wine."
"Of course you did!" Angie laughed without moving or standing. "Sit. I'm enjoying the sun here."
"Pale maiden that you are, you ought to be out in the sun more!"
"Ha. Go to hell!" Angie grinned. "Not all of us are Mediterranean descent with those big italian boobs and olive skin!"
"You northern europeans have nothing on us italian girls on boob size," Tracy tartly replied. "And look at you, braless!" Tracy added. "Have you no shame?"
"Fuck that, the girls need to swing free sometimes. It's not like I was expecting anyone from work to show up here," Angie explained without moving from the sun. But it was a hot day and as Tracy had alluded to, Angie was fair-skinned and could not tolerate being in direct sunlight for too long. She sat up and slid under the shade. "Feels good to go without a bra."
"Yeah, you're right," Tracy said. She reached behind and unhooked the four-snap bra at the back, and sighed in relief when the bra loosened from her body. As Angie had alluded to, Tracy's large breasts instantly fell and swung a bit to the side. She snaked her hand inside of her shirt and withdrew the bra, and tossed it on the table next to the wine bottle and two glasses. "There, now we can be equals!" Tracy giggled.
"Too bad we don't have boyfriends," Angie sighed. "We could have them all hot and stiff just from watching us sit here and talk without bras on!"
"No kidding, right? I know." Tracy poured two glasses of wine. "So what's up?" The two friends moved into conversation smoothly. They had met through college but had never been super-friendly at that time. They shared a few classes, and had gone out for drinks once or twice. But after they both graduated and found work, they ended up finding work in the same city and then after separately joining the same young professionals organization, struck up a much closer friendship. While they were not inseparable, over the years their friendship grew until each called the other her best friend.
They saw each other about weekly, sometimes just hanging out like they were doing at the moment, other times out at events or for drinks. The last time they had gone out to the bars they had a bad time because of incessant harassment from men ogling their chests or pinching their backsides. That night there had been a steady stream of suitors, and the experience left both feeling rather sour at that moment. Neither was with a steady man. Angie's man had been a tenuous relationship at best and then he moved to a new city for a better job. She had wished him well and meant it. Tracy was still sort-of/kind-of seeing this man but the more she saw of him the more suspicious she grew. She suspected that she was the girl on the side and it was becoming more than a little annoying.
The first bottle was drained, and Angie went inside to grab another. She stocked up on wine at each payday. There were more than enough bottles to handle the two of them gabbing and drinking, so grabbing another one meant little. She returned, sat, and they continued right on going.
Not unusually, the conversation turned to matters of love and sex. Tracy had just concluded bitterly about her last excursion with Trevor. "So yeah, I'm pretty much done with him. It's just...well, I have to make the call." She sighed. "It's too bad because he's a good lover," she said wistfully. "It'll suck not having a man around."
Angie snorted. "Get some toys. How the hell do you think I manage?" she asked rhetorically.
Tracy's snort was on par. "I have them. It's not like I have cock on demand with Trevor. A girl has needs," she giggled. The alcohol was loosening tongues. "I could use a cock tonight," Tracy sighed softly.
"Me, too," Angie agreed matching the soft tone. "A nice hard thick throbbing cock would be delicious right about now."
"You keep talking like that," Tracy snapped archly, "and it's gonna make it so much worse!"
Angie laughed heartily. "I know, right? Still, I could close my eyes and just daydream, can't I?" She ran her hands smoothly from shoulders over breasts over stomach and down over her legs to her knees. "That would be hot right now."
Tracy shook her head. "You horny slut."
"I know, I know, I am horny," Angie agreed immediately. "Getting a little warm and wet, too," she added with a lecherous wink.
"I'm not far behind," Tracy said, closing her eyes for a moment to gauge her body's state. "Yeah, I'm getting wet too. Damn!" she cursed.
"What ever shall we do?" Angie giggled.
"We keep talking like this, I'm gonna have to leave and go home to get my toys out!" Tracy proclaimed.
"I wash mine, use one of them," Angie suggested with a leer.
"What, in your bedroom?" Tracy replied lightly. "Where will you be?"
"In the bedroom too," she said. She drained her wine. Tracy did not see the slight tremor in Angie's hand, a tremor that had nothing to do with consumption but rather excitement, and maybe trepidation. She refilled Tracy's glasses. "I've never watched another girl masturbate," she said in a whisper.
Tracy's eyes widened and she carefully set her glass down on the table. "No?" she replied back. "I have, once," she admitted.
