Carol and I have known each other for a number of years now. Our husbands grew up together and have been best friends as long as they can remember. When I started to date Peter, Dwayne was already going out with Carol. Due to their friendship we were forced together and became great friends ourselves. Carol and I even were in each others bridal parties. I would now consider her to be my best friend.
Carol has a great body. She is a fitness trainer so is always working out. Thin body, pert B cup breasts, short cut brown hair. Everything on her is lean, she even moves like a powerful cat, slinking along with no effort at all. I on the other hand could stand to lose 10 pounds. Sitting on a chair at the bank all day does not lend itself to a fit lifestyle and I don't get out to the gym that often, even though Carol invites me. To be honest it is just too much like work to exercise. I describe myself as curvy, with nice C cup breasts, full lips, brown eyes and long brown hair. Besides Peter likes me that way, he complains that Carol is too thin for his tastes and likes a little meat on his girls.
This past Thanksgiving Day the four of us had nowhere we had to go. My parents live a thousand miles away, Peters have passed on. Dwayne's parents were going to his brother's place 3 hours away and they had gone to Carol's parents place the night before for dinner. Carol suggested that we get together and spend the day at their place. We showed up early and us girls got busy preparing the evenings meal. The boys sat in the living room watching football and having a beer.
Dinner was nice and after, we girls kicked the boys off the TV. They went over and started playing Madden Football on the X-Box instead, as if they had not had enough football for the day. I popped my favorite movie, The Princess Bride, into the DVD player and sat down on the couch. Carol sat beside me wrapped in a big fussy blanket that she offered to share.
After a little while she adjusted a little and asked if she could lie down. I said sure and offered my lap for her head. We re-adjusted the blanket and settled in. My left hand naturally rested on her waist, her top had ridden up a little and my hand was on her bare skin just above her pants. I could not resist and slowly dragged my nails across her bare middle, as she squirmed underneath me from the tickling. I rubbed the palm of my hand over the area I had just tickled to ease the feeling. I couple of minutes later I again ran my nails over her stomach, giggling as she shuddered under me. I could feel the goose bumps rising up on her skin. She chastised me as I again ran my flat hand over the tickled area to ease her suffering. The imp in me would not let it rest and it was only a few minutes later when I tickled her for a third time.
She groaned "Brenda, your killing me. Do you know how ticklish I am?"
I just smiled as I giggled and rubbed the area down.
Carol said, "Now that feels nice, you can just keep that up."
I did just that, running the flat of my hand over her stomach and up her sides gently caressing her smooth skin. I continued for about 5 minutes covering from the top of her pants to the bottom of her bra. She made a contented sigh and commented again how good it felt.
