"I know, I know, Mad." Nicki's heart went out to her best friend, Maddie - bawling, once again, over the phone. "Listen, Eric's out of town for another week and I'm going out to the beach house. Why don't you join me? The change of scenery will do you good!"
Nicki and Maddie had been friends since elementary school, and now, at the age of 43, their friendship was as close, as vibrant, and as edgy as ever. So, when Maddie needed a shoulder to cry on, again, for the fourth time this week, she called her best friend, and Nicki was there.
Some weeks earlier Maddie's husband, David, had left her. A "Dear Madeline"-note on the kitchen table. Some cock-and-bull story about needing to find himself. Truth was he'd run off with his much younger secretary - barely half his age - young enough to be a daughter.
Maddie had known about the affair, or suspected it, anyway. She wasn't really surprised. She was prepared to chalk it up to the requisite 'mid-life crisis'; prepared to ride it out. "It was," she'd confidently convinced herself, "never going to last!" Maybe it was something to do with bad karma - the cowardly, clichéd way he left her - but, unfortunately, both he and his young lover were killed in a car crash almost immediately. A single car accident, roll over. Not wearing her seatbelt, the girlfriend was ejected. Killed instantly! He died, later, in hospital, of injuries sustained, including genital trauma. Some of his penis was still in her mouth.
Maddie was devastated, especially given that she wouldn't even get the chance to win him back; which, she contended, was a foregone conclusion. "He would have gotten bored with his bimbo," she'd said, on more than one occasion. "He would have come back to me - for sure."
Maddie snuggled into Nicki's shoulder as they sat on the deck of Nicki's beachfront property, listening to the birds and the waves, going over, in her mind, her unhappiness - for the umpteenth time. Finally, after a long, peaceful silence, Maddie suddenly sat up. Staring out to the horizon, she asked, matter-of-factly, "D'you know what I really miss?"
When the horizon failed to answer, Nicki replied, "No. What do you really miss?"
"David snuggling with his face between my boobs."
For a lark, to lighten the somber mood - and, man, did it need it - dear Nicki said, "Like this?" and plopped herself nose first into Maddie's cleavage. Pressing her face into Maddie's ample bust, Nicki couldn't stifle her laugh, but Maddie responded, with remarkable nonchalance, "No, really between my boobs - without my bra."
And, suddenly, with a rather muted aplomb, Maddie smoothly opened her shirt and slipped out of her bra. Then, without any hesitation, she gently took Nicki's face in her hands, and firmly guided her surprised friend's head fully between her own, now fully-exposed breasts.
Hyper-aware, hyper-sensitive, Nicki detected a tension in the skin of Maddie's boobs - that rapidly dissipated, giving way to a flush of heat, as the blood suffused into her dear friend's tits. Curiously, simultaneously, blood suffused into Nicki's own cheeks as well. Nicki had raised her hands to push the contact away, then stilled them, leaving her fingers cupped about the sides of Maddie's bosom. Motionless for a moment, as the flesh of each, boobs and cheeks melded together, the women - best friends forever - felt a sudden, new closeness.
No longer a joke, Nicki, too, found the snuzzle soothing. She held the embrace for several minutes before surfacing. Embarrassed and awkward, Nicki resumed her seat, both friends gazing vacantly out to sea, saying nothing as Maddie refastened her blouse. And their frisky behavior wasn't mentioned for the rest of the stay.
Later, though, back in the city, next time they got together, Maddie seemed flustered and embarrassed. As she closed the door behind her friend, she began in a rush, "I'm so sorry about what I did last time at the beach house. I was really out of line..."
"Shhhhh," Nicki interjected. "Shush up, now." She cocked her head and gave Maddie a deep, inquisitive look, before continuing quietly. "Did it feel good?" She paused and nodded, as if giving her friend permission to agree. "Was it relaxing? Calming? Soothing?" Nicki smiled at the recollection. "I certainly thought so." She held Maddie's gaze for a long moment. Then she purred, "It was oddly, and, I might add, unexpectedly delightful." Maddie finally smiled as Nicki concluded, with a twinkle in her eye, "Y'know, I wouldn't be averse to trying it again."
Stumbling to the couch, they, between the two of them, pulled open Maddie's top to expose her braless tits. Nicki was really the aggressor this time, cupping Maddie's boobs and pulling her own face deep into the beckoning cleavage. Still, it was more or less a repeat performance, although much less muted. "Oh, that feels sooooo good!" Maddie sighed, as Nicki paid some attention to her nipples, tweaking them, occasionally swiping them with her tongue. Satisfaction radiated out from Maddie's buds, and from Nicki's cheeks where they lay in Maddie's cleavage. "Oooooh!" Maddie whimpered, "Sooooo nice!" And as they disentangled they agreed that it had been just as satisfying, as the first time.
Maddie continued to call Nicki, and get together a couple of times a week, ostensibly to cry the blues about the death of her husband. Each time they ended up, either immediately or eventually, in comforting embrace - with Nicki's nose held firmly in Maddie's cleavage. Until, one time, as Maddie arrived at the beach house, sashaying in more vibrantly than she had been since her husband's demise, she announced, even before the door had closed behind her, "Okay, this time it's my turn!"
Unexpectedly aggressive, she grabbed Nicki by the lapels, and steered her backward - Nicki, surprised and speechless - back onto a couch. "My turn to snuzzle!" she growled, a sly smile curling her lips.
Lying back passively, Nicki watched with a curious satisfaction, as her BFF slowly peeled her blouse back, baring her bosom. Wordlessly she watched as Maddie pinched and weighed her breasts, slowly slipping down, until her face was even with Nicki's not unsubstantial cleavage, until Nicki's firm, pink nipples, growing stiff and warm, were exactly at eye level. She paused for an interval, before raising her chin, and shaking her face as she pushed deep between Nicki's glowing globes - squeezing the tit-flesh firmly against her own cheeks.
