"Let's hear it for social networking," Becky smiled.
The pretty blonde sat curled on one end of the couch in her living room, her legs folded under her and glass of wine held negligently in her hand. Her guest sat opposite her on the couch, firm legs curled under her short skirt, a white blouse hugging her full curves and contrasting with her dark brown curls, her bright blue eyes twinkling with joy and a hint of mischief. Becky realized suddenly that she'd been smiling since she opened her front door to find Liz standing on her front step.
"Isn't it amazing," Liz laughed brightly. "All these new toys they didn't have when we were in college..."
"Music downloads," Becky offered, waving a hand toward the home entertainment center and the music softly playing in the background.
"Wifi," Liz smiled.
"Smart phones," Becky grinned.
"Oh gods," Liz laughed, briefly hiding her face against her shoulder.
"What?" Becky asked, puzzled.
"Can you imagine," Liz replied, peaking at Becky through a curtain of dark curls, "if they'd had camera phones back in college. The pictures of me that would have been all over the internet..."
Becky flushed hotly as memories flooded back: a crowd of guys around a door watching, Liz face-down on a bed, naked, her face flushed and sticky, a strange man fucking her ass while cum oozed visibly from her abused pussy.
"Oh God," Becky shuddered, laughing weakly. "Your father would have killed you."
Liz laughed, "Probably wouldn't have helped the whole 'family values' platform, I guess... having photos of his daughter's antics all over the 'net."
"How is your dad anyway?" Becky asked.
"The Senator is retired now," Liz replied. "He got the boot in the last 'throw the bastards out' wave. Now he's on the lecture circuit, still standing up for family values... which is funny given the divorce and the fact that he's fucking an intern named Antonio."
"Seriously?" Becky stared at her friend, laughing.
"I don't blame him," Liz smiled. "Antonio has fantastic abs and he can do amazing things with his tongue."
"Oh my God!" Becky clapped her hand over her mouth. "You fucked your father's boyfriend. You are such a slut."
"A slut is just a woman who isn't afraid to admit she likes sex," Liz purred, leaning closer to Becky. "and is able to get it when she wants it."
Becky blushed again, suddenly remembering Liz bent over a sink in the ladies' restroom, short skirt bunched up around her waist, round ass red from spanking. Then she remembered Liz on her knees, looking up from between pale thighs. The feeling on her hot breath on Becky's...
"So, do you ever hear from Derrick?" Liz asked softly. Becky jumped, snapping out of her memories. She felt strangely conscious of the other woman's knee touching hers.
"Derrick?" Becky stammered, "Oh God, Derrick. No, I don't think I've talked to him since we broke up. That was a little after you graduated. It just didn't work out between us."
"He said so," Liz smiled slightly. "I remember him saying he wasn't the right guy for you."
"Yeah," Becky felt her smile returning. "but it was a lot of fun to try."
"I remember that, too," Liz grinned.
Becky's mind flashed to the memory of Derrick, tall, handsome with dark, mesmerizing eyes. She remembered his powerful hands pushing her onto the bed, while Liz knelt beside them, naked, rubbing her own clit as she watched.
Becky groaned, burying her red face in a cushion.
"Oh God," Becky mumbled, "my face is burning."
"I've always thought your face was hot," Liz smirked.
Becky threw the cushion at her. "That was just pathetic," she laughed.
"Can't blame a girl for trying," Liz grinned.
"You're not even blushing," Becky grinned back, looked at her friend. "How can you remember the stuff we did back then and not blush?"
"Because I'm not embarrassed by it," Liz replied calmly, a slight smile on her face. "Because even those few bad things, I survived and I'm not ashamed of. But most of it, I remember fondly... very, very fondly."
Liz leaned forward, her face inches from Becky's, her blue eyes bright and wild. Her fingers traced warm lines down Becky's cheek.
"Do you..." Liz whispered in a husky voice, "... remember me... fondly?"
"Liz," Becky whispered into her old lover's lips, " are you trying to seduce me."
"I've been trying to seduce you since the moment I walked in the door." Liz's finger traced a line down Becky's neck to brush along the collar of her t-shirt.
"Slut," Becky purred, closing her eyes.
"Yes," Liz sighed, "mistress."
Their lips met in a passionate kiss. Becky's lips parted and their tongues fluttered together. Liz's fingers slid lower, her hand cupped Becky's small, pert breast, squeezing through the fabric of her t-shirt. Becky moaned into her lover's mouth. Becky's arms moved to encircle Liz's shoulders.
Becky jumped back, suddenly. The glass of wine, forgotten in her grip, had quavered and dripped onto her hand.
"Damn it," she gasped, panting for reasons that had nothing to do with the wine. "I almost spilled this all over you."
Liz leaned back slightly. Her head cocked to the side as she gave Becky a quizzical look. Slowly, with a slight smile, she reached out and took the wine glass for her old lover's hand. Becky watched, strangely entranced, as Liz lifted the glass to her lips and took a slow swallow of the bright red liquid.
"No," Liz purred softly. "we wouldn't want to spill it. Would we?"
Slowly and deliberately, Liz tipped the glass forward, pouring red wine down over her pale cleavage. The red stain spread across Liz's expensive white blouse as the white flowed over her full, round breasts.
"You're going to ruin that blouse," Becky said breathlessly, unable to take her eyes from the swell of Liz's breasts.
"I'd better take it off," Liz purred. "So we can soak it."
"Yes," Becky breathed.
Slowly, Liz unbuttoned her stained blouse, revealing the curves of her full breasts, contained in a pale, lacy bra and the smooth surface of her belly. Slowly, she peeled the wet fabric from her chest and dropped it onto the floor.
"Oh," Liz pouted exaggeratedly, "my bra is stained too."
Her fingers traced the edge of the lace, down the slope of her full breasts. With a deft twist, she unhooked her bra and shrugged it off. Her heavy breasts fell free, their full curves pale where they weren't shiny with dark wine, large round areolas pink against her fair skin , nipples achingly hard.
"I'm all sticky," Liz purred, a wicked grin rising on her face.
"You," Becky growled, leaning down toward Liz's full, round breasts, "are... unbelievable."
Liz pouted, leaning teasingly away from her friend. Becky grabbed her arms and pulled her forward again.
"Here," Becky sighed, "let me help you clean up."
Becky's tongue flickered out, fluttering over the hard tip of Liz's breast. Liz groaned, her playful expression fading into unabashed lust. Becky's tongue lapped along Liz's soft skin, licking off the sweet, sticky wine. Her hands moved to cup her lover's heavy breasts, squeezing and molding them as her tongue slid over every sticky inch of their surface. As she worked across Liz's breasts, Becky paused occasionally to suck and nip at the soft skin before moving on. Liz whimpered and moaned. Her fingers tangled in Becky's blonde hair. Becky looked up at Liz, smiling over the swell of her breasts. She lowered her face once more, sucking firmly first on one nipple and then on the next. With a gentle nip that sparked a pained gasped from Liz, Becky released her and rocked back onto her hips.
"There, all clean," she panted, her eyes shining. With a shuddering breath, she glanced down at the pile of stained fabric on the floor. With a laugh she added, "We really should soak that. You've probably ruined it."
"I don't care," Liz purred. "It was worth it."
