For many years, Rachel Jennifer and Leila had known each other. They had always lived quite close and had met through work. They had all started at the same company at around the same time but with three very different positions in adjacent departments. They saw each other daily, made idle chatter, and were great friends. They watched each other over the years as their marriages both blossomed and failed. Now here they were, all three in their late 20's, divorced and childless, living in empty houses in suburbia.
Rachel, being the strongest of the group suddenly approached the other two one day with a brilliant idea. She wanted to sell two of their houses, move in together as roommates, and open their own business together working out of the house. Since the houses were more than paid for by the divorce settlement and the monthly alimony checks rolling in sustained their lifestyle whether the business succeeded or failed the other two girls were more than interested.
They discussed the idea over lunch at the local Italian restaurant. It was quite common that they ate lunch together but something was different about Leila today. Jennifer was the first to notice it, even before Leila did. It seemed like she was staring more intently at Rachel, watching her lips work over the noodles of her pasta, watching her tongue snake out to caress the sauce off of her red lips. Jennifer shot Leila a confused glance forcing her to snap out of whatever trance she was in and Leila's mood seemed to improve after that.
All three of them were fairly thin, of course not immune to the effects of slight aging, but were definitely all above 8's in any guy's book. Rachel was a brunette with a long curly mane, Jennifer a blonde who preferred pony tails, and Leila had light brown hair that just framed her head. They were all close enough to know that Rachel and Leila were 34C whereas Jennifer was a 36D. It didn't take them long to make the preparations and to begin moving into the largest house, Rachel's.
Life was uneventful for a few weeks as everything was unpacked and cleaned and rearranged. Their new business had really taken off at the outset but they were all intelligent college-educated women so that was no surprise to them. It was one Saturday evening they were toasting their success with the most expensive champagne that they could find, giddy and very unrestrained.
"Who needs men!?" Leila giggled as she sipped at her glass. Both Jennifer and Rachel knew she had consumed too much for her small frame.
"Calm down, sweetie, slow it down a bit." Rachel tried to curb Leila's drinking but she was not having it.
"Bitch I can drink if I want!" Anger flared in Leila's eyes for just a moment. "And if I needed someone to tell me what and what not to do I never would have fucking got divorced!"
Crying, Leila dashed off to her room and slammed the door, locking it behind her. Rachel felt like a mother who had just scolded her daughter and sent her to her room but it was a very strange thing. Jennifer had become so intent on watching the confrontation that she didn't even notice one of her shoulder straps had fallen down her arm making a little bit of her chest visible. Rachel stood slowly and didn't waiver from the alcohol. "Hun, your tits are showing." She said to Jennifer.
"So you're going to start in on me now?" Jennifer said jokingly. "Oh well, we're all girls here." And with that, Jennifer pulled her shirt and bra up over her head letting her large tits bounce free. In plain sight they were a beautiful thing, large round nipples cresting round mounds of gorgeous smooth flesh. Jennifer leaned back to stretch accentuating the showing-off of her tits and making Rachel's eyes bulge from the exposure. She had never thought of Jennifer like this before but with the way she was acting anyone would have said the same thing.
"God you're gorgeous Jen…" Rachel choked out the words, still fixated.
