Maere hadn't thought it was such a big deal when it began. After all, she'd seen plenty of websites where college students uploaded pix and vids of girls making out at parties, and she'd been there when a few of those pictures were taken. It just felt like her turn had come up.
It was her boyfriend Clay's idea. He and his bud Rudy told her best friend Tessa and her how hot they'd be if they kissed. Tessa laughed and pecked her on the cheek, and the room did an almost unison "WRONG!" in response, hooting and laughing at them. She made like she didn't know what they meant, as if anyone was going to believe her, until someone yelled "Kiss her like Rudy kisses you!"
Tessa bugged her eyes out really wide and declared, loudly, "I'm not going to kiss her down
there!"
which pulled plenty of laughter. Yup, Tessa had too much beer in her. The signs were clear.
Nobody would call this private, by any stretch of the imagination. They were at a frat house party, with at least thirty people crammed into this room alone. Clay and Rudy's loud encouragements, echoed by many others, had everyone in the room paying attention to them, waiting for them to do it. Worse, over a hundred people in the entire house would know about it instantly if she did it.
If she refused, what would her friend think? Tessa, despite her innocent act, was clearly ready to go. Would she think she was just chicken, or would she think Maere didn't actually like her? Tessa was her best friend. She'd do anything for her.
Tessa short-circuited the internal debate before Maere could decide, by grabbing her around the waist and pressing a closed-mouth kiss firmly to her lips. At least three cellphones and a digital camera immediately witnessed the embrace. They'd be on the web tonight, for sure. She saw it in her mind, their pic plastered on Facebook or something, Maere's Irish red hair and freckles ghostly pale against Tessa's gorgeous, unblemished coffee-with-creamer African sexiness, the diamond nose stud Maere had sweet-talked Daddy into buying her glittering in the flash. For a moment, the idea of some fifty-year-old jacking off to her picture nagged at her, but then Tessa broke away, gave her an odd look, and came at her again, this time open-mouthed and tongue slipping out slightly. Before Maere thought about what she was doing, she'd opened her own mouth in automatic anticipation.
They tongued each other lustily to a chorus of "Woohoo!" and "Yow!" from a roomful of horny guys. Knowing she had just turned dozens of boys rock hard jazzed her, but then Tessa began excite her more. Her friend started demonstrating all that experience she always claimed to have at kissing, and Maere now knew she'd been telling the truth.
Her hands pulled on Maere's sweater and raised it so she could get access underneath.
Oh, god... I'm braless!
Maere panicked, as Tessa's hands each embraced a breast. They were still locked at the lips, and she heard Tessa's laugh from within her own mouth when she realized she had her hands on flesh instead of fabric. She rolled Maere's now-erect nipples between thumbs and index finger, and stroked the aureoles gently, her tongue now exploring with deeper and harder.
Maere had just started thanking god that Tessa nly pulled the sweater up far enough to get her hands in, but now her friend went back to the hem to pull it up the rest of the way. Maere quickly grabbed her forearms, letting go of the kiss just long enough to say, "No!" then locking back on again, unable to stop.
Tessa's lips brushed away from hers, across her cheek, over to her ear, and she breathed, "Start massaging my boobs, or I'll do it anyway."
She easily found Tessa's ample breasts by touch as they locked together again. Despite the cold weather, Tessa only wore a teeshirt and a thin bra, and Maere felt her hard nipples through the cloth. The beer, she decided, must also have been getting to her, because even though she knew this was far more than enough of a show for the boys, she was contemplating what to do next, instead of stopping.
Before she got her nerve up, though, Tessa broke away, slipping her hands out. She flashed a huge grin at her and then mugged into the video camera that had materialized in Rudy's hand. The room gave them a wild ovation, and Tessa did a fist-pumping gesture for them. Maere just looked around at the room, smiling and trying to catch her breath, wondering if they thought her blush was embarrassment rather than the heat of desire she actually felt.
Tessa leaned against her shoulder and spoke into her ear again. "Did that turn you on as much as I think it did?"
She looked back and nodded, smiling. Tessa grinned, looked around the room again, and yelled, "YOU WANT MORE?"
"HELL, YEAH!" more than one person yelled, and she laughed.
"HOW 'BOUT TOPLESS?"
Maere felt herself paling as the audience screamed their approval. She whirled around to her friend in panic, but Tessa had already whipped her tee up over her head. She pulled her arms out, twirled it like a stripper and threw it into the middle of the room, then swayed in a seductive dance while unhooking her bra. The cheering just incited her more. She teased one tit for a moment, then the other, as she moved to their rhythmic clapping. Rudy and Clay seemed to be more into it than anyone else.
"Tessa!" Maere quailed as the bra came off and flew into the crowed. Then her friend turned toward her again, slid hands behind her neck and pulled her into an even more passionate kiss, crushing breast to breast tightly. Before she knew it, Maere pulled away slightly so she could find her friend's chest again and stroke the soft skin of her swollen fruit. Tessa moaned softly into her mouth.
Tessa's hands slipped down to the hem of her sweater again. Maere's hands flew to stop her, and Tessa's chuckled echoed inside her mouth. She pulled back, her eyes somehow at the same time loving and wicked, then she grabbed Maera by the shoulders and turned her around, slipping hands under her sweater once more and renewing the hypnosis..
"IS SHE GONNA SHOW HERS TOO?" she sang out the crowd, and their happy lust hit Maere like a shot of booze. Tessa's tongue explored her ear and jaw as they cheered and clapped, settling into a rhythmic chant of "SHOW 'EM, SHOW 'EM!"