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.
