It was Jen's favorite time of year. Summer in south Florida. So different from her life in dirty Philadelphia. There were more trees and more grass in the suburbs of Miami. It seemed as if it were always warm. After the harsh winter she'd gone through, Miami was paradise. And with the sand and sun and ocean comes the friends, clubs, and parties. Of course, none of it would be as fun without her best friend. Emily made the night life alive. And it wasn't because she was twenty-one and could buy alcohol. It was her infectious enthusiasm. At least, that's what Jen told herself as she watch Emily dress to go out.
"Jen! I don't know what to wear!" Emily pulled off her third top of the evening and flung it across her bed. Jen stared at her friend, saying nothing, as Emily rummaged through her drawers. Her small perky breasts bounced with the movements of her arms. Emily was well tanned, but her breasts remained a much lighter creamy color, showing where the sun ended and her bikini began. Letting her gaze go lower, she admired and envied Emily's beautiful and toned legs. They testified to hours at the gym.
"Try that green and brown one. The sparkles will look cool under the lights." To be honest, aside from sparkling, the top did very little to cover Emily's chest. Jen smiled a little, wondering when it was that she had come to want Emily so much. Her friend was completely unaware. Oh, they had kissed a few times, but only under the influence of alcohol. Jen had tried to do more, but to her disappointment, Emily had resisted.
"Okay. I guess that will be good enough. Do I look fat in these jeans?" Emily turned in the mirror to evaluate her backside. Jen rolled her eyes. Jen was endlessly complaining about a nonexistent weight problem. It was all Jen could do to not smack some sense into her friend.
"You look hot. Relax. Besides, you're not out to impress anybody, right?"
"I guess not, but I still want to look good. You always look so great when we go out."
"That's only because you let me borrow your clothes."
"Whatever. Let's just go. It's already getting late."
"Fine by me."
It was a long drive down to South Beach, especially in Emily's old Toyota. Thankfully, it did have air-conditioning. As usual, there were an odd mix od people wearing anything from a pair of jeans and a t-shirt to a skirt that more resembled a wide belt. The line to get into their favorite latin club was not long and before they knew it, they were standing in front of a bar. Jen ordered what she always did-malibu rum with pineapple juice. It was a refreshing drink especially in the crowded and stuffy club. Everywhere there were people shuffling and swinging to the rhythm of a salsa song. After a few drinks Jen was ready to be more than just a spectator.
"Let's dance!" she shouted into Emily's ear. Emily nodded. She swayed a little on the way to the dance floor, but Jen steadied her and soon they fell into step as a trumpet solo blasted through the dark club. They laughed together when they made a mistake and danced closer when the crowd pressed in on them. Jen took any opportunity to let her body get closer to Emily's. When her friend pointed to a sleazy looking guy that was making his way toward them, Jen knew what to do. Every time they wanted to keep a guy away, they would establish that they were together. Emily made a slow turn and pressed her back side to Jen's front. Jen grabbed Emily's hips and held her closer. Together they seductively moved back and forth to the fast paced music. Emily grabbed Jen's thin wrist and held it just below her belly button.
Jen felt a dull throb between her legs. It was difficult to resist the urge to press her hand lower. As intoxicated as Emily was she might not notice. Deciding to push her luck, she let her hand slide slightly lower. Emily reacted by pressing her back to Jen's breasts. Jen's mouth went dry and her breathing became slightly labored. It felt so good to have Emily pressed against her, her body warmed from dancing. Briefly, she closed her eyes and enjoyed the moment. The song ended too soon. Emily spun back around, leaned over to one of Jen's ears and said, "I think he's gone." Who? Oh, yes.
"That's great," Jen said, smiling at Emily. Within seconds, another song started up, this one with a heavier beat. Jen started to dance again, but Emily stopped her, motioning with her hand that she wanted another drink. That was fine with Jen. She could use another, although she knew the alcohol would only further her desire and lower her inhibitions. At the bar, they bought another two drinks, gulping them down in an effort to cool off. Emily's eyes widened and she smiled widely at Jen.