best friends turned sex friends

Chelsea and Bridget had been friends for a while, ever since frosh year in high school. They got off to a rocky start, but eventually put differences aside and hit it off. It was the beginning of their junior year, and they could not wait for the annual band competition their marching band competes in every year. It was a weekend of pure fun, without parents or teachers to tell them what to do (minus a few almost non-existent chaperones). They talked on the phone the entire night before, giggling and chatting about all the hot guys from other schools they’ll see. It came that time, on Friday morning, to load the buses to Tallahassee. Both Chels and Bridget were wearing their band shirts, which they found all too confining. As soon as they sat down on the bus, they shed them, revealing thin, stretchy tank tops. Chels secretly glanced over Bridget’s body, noticing her tan, smooth arms; her tank top so strategically tight and pulled down to reveal just the right, tantalizing amount of cleavage; her hot skater pants that hugged just the right curves, and wow did she have a nice ass, she thought; and finally, her eyes rolled over Bridget’s, that bright, playful green she was so used to looking into. Her blond hair wisped around her face, gracing her sculpted back and shoulders. She was the epitome of beautiful; Chels had often thought she was gorgeous…never really of anything sexual, but sometimes, when they were close-there’d be this sudden urge, this urge to pull her head towards hers, grasp her in a passionate, wet kiss. Of course, Bridget was completely unaware of Chelsea’s emotions; or so Chels thought. Little did she know that Bridget was taking in her own sexiness, as Chels was tying up her gorgeous brown hair in that seductive bun she always looked so hot in- she took in her soft, rolling shoulders; her deep, mysterious, chocolate eyes; her flawless, fair complexion; and at last her plentiful, plump breasts- no cleavage showing- but her nipples were hard enough on the cold bus to give a twinge of curiosity to what lies beneath. They made petty, conversational talk while on the way to the hotel; both were too enveloped in the other’s appeal; they were too confused with their own feelings. Time flew by, with band practices and rehearsals and the like, until the dance. Chelsea wasn’t very outgoing, she was a very shy girl; she opted to stay in the hotel room, biding her own time until everyone came back. Bridget, sensing the opportunity or merely staying to keep her best friend company, agreed to the same idea. They laid on one of the beds, making small talk, both too aware of the sexual tension growing between them. Between laughs, Bridget moved her hand to Chelsea’s perfectly sculpted abdomen…slowly swirling it around, jokingly at first, but then turned strangely serious. Stop it, you’re making me horny, Chels laughed, half joking in the same way. Oh, then…Bridget pulled away. She had always been afraid to be named a lesbian, she didn’t like the reputation that came along with that. And plus- she liked guys. And she knew that Chels did, too…Then why were they feeling this way? Moments later, unable to restrain herself, Bridget replaced her hand, seductively rubbing in circles, dangerously nearing the edge of Chels’ low cut jeans. Jesus, Bridg, you’re going to get me off, Chels said. Half afraid, she thought this might draw her hand away, scared of what might happen next. Bridget’s hand remained, all the time growing more demanding. Masturbate, she said. Well, I am extremely horny…I guess I’ll go in the bathroom. Chelsea disappears into the adjoining room, and, little did she know, leaves Bridget wet and begging for action. Five minutes later, she reappears, an almost satisfied, but not quite yet, look on her face. Since then their roommates had returned, and were busying themselves around the room with various things. She made eye contact with Bridget from across the room. Her piercing green eyes revealed that something important needed to be discussed, that Bridget was eager to talk. Chels sat down, hoping Bridget would come to her. She did, swinging her sexy, limber body over the bed. Damn, that was making me so horny, Bridget said. Realizing what this meant, both looked away, half embarrassed at the alien feelings throbbing through their bodies. Luckily their friends had decided to go to bed, and both sighed at the opportunity that was approaching. Two on the other bed, and one on the floor-their room was crowded, and uncomfortably so. They lay on their stomachs, close, turning their heads toward each other. Looking around to see if it was safe, they confessed their naughty thoughts. Both were twinging with sexual anticipation, both with butterflies tickling their insides. Like two moths clumsily touching, they eagerly kissed, eagerly turning passionately as they were enveloped in each other and their desire. I’ve never done this before, Chelsea sighs. I’ll lead you through it, Bridget flutters. Their hands were wildly searching each other; Chelsea grabbed for Bridget’s shirt, looking around the dark room anxiously, while Bridget cautiously unbuttoned Chels’ pants, eager to feel her naked body on top of hers. Carefully removing the rest of the clothing, Bridget gasps in pleasure as she takes in the beauty of Chels’ extremely sexy body, how gloriously naked her body feels, and pulls off her thong, the one item of clothing left between their smooth, hot bodies. You look so hot in that damn thong, Bridget says; I can’t help it. She tackles Chelsea, overcome with a pang of desire to feel her pulsating pussy contracting inside her mouth. You like this? Breathes Bridget, as her mouth and tongue travel from Chelsea’s soft lips down her body, sucking her supple nipples and tight stomach until she reaches that divine pussy- that brilliantly shaved, wet pool of sexual wanting. Her tongue explores all around, teasing Chelsea in her anxious pleasure. She licks around her lips, half entering, half sucking on her clit. Chels can’t take it anymore, but she can’t say otherwise, for fear of waking their roomies. Her hips are thrusting, her pussy pulsing, for Bridget’s tongue. Bridget finally obliges, sucking and flicking her tongue over her clit. Reluctantly, she takes a couple of fingers and slowly delves deep inside Chels. Oh, my God! Chelsea gasps, then shuts up. Well I guess that’s a yes, Bridget thinks, her mouth too full of Chelsea’s delicious wet pussy to protest her yelp. Chels’ body erupts in fits of thrusting and moaning, quietly celebrating her extravagantly felt orgasm. Bridg’s mouth fills with Chels’ luscious juices, as Chels’ exhausted body comes to a rest. Bridget slithers up Chelsea’s body to her mouth, engaging in a deep, delectable kiss. Chelsea has never tasted another girl’s mouth before, felt another girl’s tongue; it was divine. It’s time to get you off, Chelsea suggests. Let’s have some fun with this one, Bridget persuades; God, I want you so bad. My body aches for you. They took in their situation, their surroundings; it was amazing that their friends were so sleepy…and yet…it was extremely hot. Bridget rubs up against Chelsea’s naked body, nipples gracing, drinking in the mouthwatering deliciousness of it all. Chelsea flips Bridget over, and assumes a position over Bridget’s face. How do you like this? She whispers. Judging by the wetness of her hot vagina, Bridget didn’t have to answer. Chelsea burrows her tongue into Bridget, sucking and licking, her body pounding from horniness. She felt Bridget’s tongue, making her hot, setting her on the brink of cumming; she could feel it, the tingling sent from her spine to her vagina. She exploded, at the same time she felt Bridget’s muscles contracting, sending a hot trickle of salty liquid into her mouth. Struggling to hold back screams of bliss, both satisfied themselves with deep, wanting moans. They both sighed, falling down next to each other, fatigued by the extremely pleasuring orgasms. I love you, Chelsea whispered, with one last passionate kiss. Looking ar
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nd the room at the unsuspecting friends, Bridget releases: That takes on a whole new meaning now.