Stephanie was on her way to Samantha's house for her birthday. She had turned eighteen a few months earlier and tonight it was her best friends turn. She knew Samantha had tried to persuade her dad to let them go out into town but as Bishop he had a dim view on women who went into town to get drunk and fornicate. Church was where Stephanie had met Samantha. She had regularly attended and when their Bishop came to visit with his daughter they had started talking and become good friends. Stephanie was very good and proper – she always did what was expected of her and always followed her faith to the letter. Samantha was a little bit of a rebel, always testing her father's limits and his forgiveness.
Stephanie's parents had dropped her off and she stepped out of the car wearing her comfortable jeans and a baggy top that hid her growing cleavage. Some girls at her college were still flat chested even at eighteen years old; she had developed ample cleavage that almost made her five foot four form a little top heavy. She didn't really like the attention so she wore tops that hid her assets. She had started shaving herself recently after Samantha had told her how much easier personal hygiene was – she trusted Samantha implicitly.
She ran inside and gave Samantha a hug, her friend was tall and not as well-proportioned as her – she was always a hit with the boys a tended to flirt shamelessly – even when Stephanie told her off for it. Tonight she said hello briefly to the Bishop (who was young for a Bishop – mid forties, tall and dark hair) and then scampered off upstairs with her friend to her room. They had decided to have a chilled out night – movies, popcorn, and a bit of a pamper session with some of Samantha's treats.
They settled down on the bed and put the movie on – one of the recent rom-coms that Samantha adored. She loved the lead actor and was always talking about the things she would love to do to him. Some of the things she said made Stephanie blush bright crimson, some of them made her feel things that she knew was wrong. Once, after Samantha left, she had even touched herself after a particularly naughty conversation – this was something she knew others did but her sheltered life and religious up-bringing had left her woefully unprepared for it and the intensity of the feelings had scared her into stopping.
They sat chatting and giggling at the goings on in the film and then with a naughty giggle Samantha reached under her bed and pulled out a bottle of wine.
"I stole this from downstairs – he has so many he won't notice one missing – it is my birthday after all..."
Without asking she poured two glasses of it and pressed one into Stephanie's hand. She looked at it doubtfully. She had never drunk before in her life – but as she watched her friend take a big swallow she didn't want to let her down so copied. She choked for a moment as she swallowed the acidic taste filling her mouth – it wasn't bad- she kind of liked the flavour so she took another mouthful – drinking it like lemonade. As her glass emptied Samantha topped it up and they both clinked the glasses together before giggling and taking large mouthfuls. It didn't take long before the whole bottle was gone and they were lying together cuddling and giggling on the bed.
"Let's play a game," Samantha suggested "truth or dare – we will take it in turns."
"Okay..." Stephanie was feeling very relaxed now – she hadn't drunk as much as Samantha but never having drunk before she felt a little weird – but happy.
"You go first..." Samantha suggested,
"Okay... Truth..."
"Have you ever kissed a boy?"
"Samantha! No... you know I haven't... "
