The Luncheon
Jill finished putting on the finishing touches to her makeup. She was meeting Mary for their normal Wednesday luncheon at Lucky Louie's, one of their favorite local restaurants, in just a few minutes. She pulled on her thong, and decided not to wear a bra, since it was a very warm afternoon. She looked really great in her white blouse and tennis skirt. Just as she was walking out of her bedroom, she heard the doorbell ring.
"I wonder who that is?", she said to herself, and quickly went down the stairs to answer the door. Looking thru the peephole, she saw Mary standing on the front porch. Opening the door, she said "Mary! I thought we were going to meet at Louie's?"
Mary, a stunning, big breasted blonde standing several inches taller than Jill at 5' 6", looked at Jill and said, " MMmmmm! Don't you look yummy! Actually, I was in the area and figured it'd be silly to drive two cars. So, I decided to pick you up."
Laughing, Jill invited Mary in and said, "Silly girl, you've been trying to pick me up for months!"
"Well, true. And with the way you look right now, I'm afraid poor Louie would be scandalized by the way my nipples are trying to poke through this blouse."
Jill looked at the clingy rayon blouse Mary was wearing, and saw she wasn't exaggerating. She obviously had decided not to wear a bra also, and the nipples on her large breasts were way beyond what would be acceptable in a family joint like Louie's. Feeling particularly wicked, she reached up and tweaked Mary's right nipple, saying, "Boy, you're not kidding! Those tits would have all the waiters stumbling around with hard-ons, and poor Louie would have a stroke! But, I think it's the air conditioning and not me."
Mary was quite surprised and aroused by Jill's brief familiarity with her breast. She and Jill were pretty open about Mary's bisexuality, but Jill had never before shown any interest. Mary decided to push a little and see if there was a new relationship possible. Jill was an incredibly attractive woman, and Mary had often fantasized about having sex with her. Mary reached out and caressed Jill's breast, saying, "These nips aren't exactly G rated either! I guarantee that it's the company, not the air conditioning."
Jill felt butterflies in her belly when Mary briefly touched her breast. She'd admitted to herself that she was curious about sex between two women, but she was partly repelled and partly stimulated by this situation. She started walking toward the kitchen, and looked back at Mary. "Perhaps we could use some Iced Tea... I'm a bit nervous about diving into this pool." Moving to the fridge, she obtained a pitcher of tea and poured it into two tall glasses after filling the glasses half way with crushed ice.
Mary smiled, and followed Jill into the kitchen, taking a seat at the table. "Jill, it's OK. I apologize if I upset you."
Jill gave a half smile and put the glasses on a tray, "Really, I need to apologize to you. I shouldn't have done what I did." Picking up the tray, Jill stepped toward the table. Stumbling over an errant table leg, the tray bounced up as Jill started to fall. Icy tea flew up and spilled down the front of both Jill and Mary, soaking them to the skin. "Aaah shit!"' yelled Jill as she sat down hard on the floor.
Mary, after getting her breath back from the frigid dousing, looked down at Jill on the floor. Her white blouse was a weak tea color, and transparent as a wet t-shirt. Looking down at her own clingy blouse, she saw that the tea had made the material wrap around her firm breasts, and her nipples were sticking out like little pencils from the cold. She started to giggle, and said "Well sweetie, that's one way to break the ice - so to speak."
