Different Circles

“Have they?” Celia asked, licking her lips a little, both fearful and excited about where this conversation was heading.

“Like you would not believe,” Laura said.

“Okay,” Celia said, making note that Laura’s nipples were now visibly protruding against the inside of her kiwi-bird shirt. “And how does that help your situation? You’re not going to suggest that you and I ... you know...”

“Not at all,” Laura said. “The idea is appealing, but I don’t think we should do that.”

“Then what should we do?” Celia asked, noticing that her nipples were now getting hard as well.

“Just a little variation of what Squiggle and I did that one night. A girl-time variation.”

“Explain further,” Celia heard herself saying. A part of her mind was screaming at her to end this conversation right now before her friendship with Laura and possibly even Jake was harmed. But another part—a bigger, more emotional part—was quite interested in where this was leading.

“Maybe we just sit down on the couch over there,” Laura suggested. “And maybe you take off your shirt and let me look at those boobies of yours, admire them. And maybe I could put my hand in my sweats and play a little while I look. And maybe you would like to have me look at your boobies and you could play a little as well. And maybe that might get the both of us on the right side of the line again.”

Celia felt another shudder of black excitement ripple through her. She felt her vagina juice up a little more. She could now feel the hardness of her nipples rubbing against her shirt as her breathing picked up and drove the friction a little faster.

“But we don’t touch each other?” Celia asked, a little breathless.

“That was the deal between Squiggle and I,” Laura said.

“And he tried to violate the deal, if I recall.”

“He did,” Laura agreed, “but I prevented that with just a word.”

The voice of doubt began to fade in Celia’s mind. The sheer naughtiness of what Teach was suggesting was driving it into a hole. “Do I get to look at your boobies too?” she asked.

Laura smiled. “That would only be fair,” she said.

The last remaining shred of doubt was buried with these words. “All right,” she said. “Let’s do it.”

“Let’s do it,” Laura said, heading for the couch.

They sat down next to each other, close, their legs nearly touching, Celia on Laura’s left side, and then turned toward each other a bit, so each could see the other without turning their heads ninety degrees. Celia felt some awkwardness trying to take hold, could see in Laura’s face that she was experiencing the same.

But before any doubts could be expressed, Laura said: “Take off the shirt, C. Let me see them.”

Celia did not allow herself to think any further. She reached down and grabbed the hem of her shirt. She pulled it up and over her head, allowing her bare breasts out into the light. She dropped the shirt on the floor and turned a little more toward Laura.

“My God,” Laura whispered in awe. “They’re beautiful. The most beautiful boobies I have ever seen in my life.”

Celia was blushing furiously now. “Thank you,” she said. “Now it’s your turn.”

Laura nodded and pulled her own shirt off, revealing a pair of nicely shaped, apple-sized breasts capped with pencil eraser sized nipples that were standing up proudly. Her excitement kicked up considerably at the sight of them.

“Yours are quite nice as well,” she told her.

“They’re kind of small,” Laura said.

“They’re perfect,” Celia insisted. “I am actually drooling looking at them.”

This made Laura blush furiously. She then lowered her eyes and took in Celia’s breasts again. Her right hand then began to move downward. “I think I’m ready to get started,” she said.

“Yeah,” Celia said. “Me too.”

Laura’s hand dove into her sweatpants and disappeared. She immediately began to rub herself. Celia’s shorts were so baggy that she was able to simply pull the crotch of them to the side, showing Laura her wet sex. She had not shaved in three days now, so she had stubble, but Laura did not seem to mind in the least.

“I can smell you, C,” she whispered. “And you smell really good.”

At these words, Celia put her fingers on her sex and began to rub and stroke, sending waves of sexual pleasure radiating out of her. She looked at Laura’s breasts while she played, imagined putting her hands and mouth on them. These thoughts and sights drove her excitement onward.

They played like this for perhaps five minutes, both of them getting more and more flushed, their breathing getting heavier, the smell of female sexual arousal getting thicker in the air. And then Laura took her left hand, the one that was not buried in her sweatpants, and extended it out to her left. She let it fall upon Celia’s right breast, where it began to softly caress the flesh.

“I ... I thought we weren’t supposed to ... to touch each other,” Celia panted, enjoying the touch immensely.

“The rules are that if you don’t want me to do this, you tell me to stop,” Laura returned, now twirling her finger around Celia’s nipple.