Isabella Montana came down the stairs from the third--floor bedroom of her best friend's house. Actually Beth Bailey was more like her sister. Since the two of them met in 2004, they had spent countless hours together, sharing both the triumphs and tragedies of their lives. Beth was Isabella's maid of honor at her wedding, and Isabella was Beth's maid of honor. They had matching tattoos. One could hardly imagine two women more like sisters.
"Sara's asleep," Isabella announced as her foot hit the bottom step of the stairs.
"That didn't take long," Beth replied. "I'm glad she's not like some kids. They take forever to go to sleep. They just keep fighting it."
"Yeah, me too." Isabella agreed.
Beth smiled at Isabella. For several years now, she had known that Isabella wanted to have sex with her. She had always told Isabella she wouldn't. Today, she thought, I'm going to let her have what she's wanted for so long.
Isabella noticed Beth smiling at her. "What? Why are you smiling at me like that?"
"Nothing. Come over and sit down next to me," Beth patted the green cushion of the sofa next to her. "I miss when we used to sit and whisper to each other."
"Okay, sounds like fun," Isabella said as she sat down. "Did I tell you where Tracy went yesterday?"
"I don't want to talk about Tracy right now." Beth slid a little closer to Isabella. "Do you remember what you told me you always wanted to do?"
"Not that I remember right now," Isabella said, genuinely unable to guess to what Beth was referring.
Beth moved her upper body closer to Isabella and leaned toward her in a manner Isabella immediately recognized. Just before Beth's lips touched hers, Isabella said, "I remember now."
Their lips met. Short, tender kisses, accentuated occasionally by the tip of a tongue, were exchanged between the two women. Although they knew each other very well, both women felt an unfamiliar charge of sexual energy between them. Their kisses were strange and erotic -- each kiss forbidden by the taboos of conventional morality -- every kiss portending the touch of private places and erotic desire to come.
Beth rose from the sofa with Isabella's hand in hers. No coaxing was required. Isabella stood silently and, still holding her hand, followed Beth to her bedroom. Next to the bed, Beth turned and embraced Isabella. Her hand moved to Isabella's breast and lightly pinched her nipple. A chill ran through Isabella's body and she anticipated the feel of Beth's large breasts and the taste of her sweet pussy.
Beth reached for the hem of Isabella's blouse and lifted it over her head. Her fingers found the clasps of Isabella's bra and deftly pulled them together enough to release it. Isabella's bra fell to the floor. Isabella removed Beth's blouse. Beth reached behind her and unhooked her own bra. It fell forward and Beth's copious tits spilled from their cups. Isabella immediately pulled her friend's left nipple into her mouth. She teased it with her tongue. When she left Beth's nipple, she trailed small kisses up the side of Beth's breast to the dimple formed by the union of her neck and clavicle. Isabella lifted her chin and Beth kissed her deeply.
Beth sat back on the tall bed and pulled her pants off from the waist. Isabella moved between Beth's legs while she removed her own pants. Isabella's attention fixed on the pink thong that barely hid the object of her desire -- Beth's pussy. Isabella removed her own thong and then sensuously removed the pink thong. Beth lifted her hips to help her.
Beth's pussy is perfect, thought Isabella. Isabella could see Beth was very wet. She parted the lips of Beth's pussy with her hands and leaned over to bury her face in the folds of Beth's inner lips. Isabella was skilled with her tongue. She licked the length of Beth's wet slit, and then plunged her tongue into her hole. Beth tasted sweet. Her tongue worked its way up and found the button of Beth's clit. She closed her lips around her clit and swirled her tongue around it.