I was fucking tired of Blair's teasing. That young woman had enjoyed tormenting me since I moved in next door. She would wear the tightest, skimpiest outfits that she could squeeze her body into. After a night of partying, she would come home and start undressing by the window, "accidentally" forgetting it was open and facing mine. She knew that I was on the other side, stroking my cock as she did it. I could tell because of how she would look at me the next morning. She always had that coy look as if to question "You like to watch me don't you?"
I had a thing for Blair for years. I even let her know about it last fall, but nothing came of it. There was just something about the way her long, black hair traveled down her spine. The waves in her hair caused my eyes to follow their ebb and flow. Her small frame was held in with the creamiest of flesh, yet somehow she packed the fullest ass into her pants. Her breasts pushed against her shirt. I often wondered if they were real. Her thoughts about me were like most of the local girls. I'm just some goody two shoes. They all described me as handsome, smart, talented and NICE. Ugh, the killer word. Nice. Nobody wants to fuck a nice guy. If she only knew. If they all only knew.
I heard the car door slam. I watched as the black Camaro of Blair's latest boyfriend peeled out. Blair had said something about a party going on this weekend, but it was still early in the evening. I assumed they were going to eat first, but who knows. I went back to my drawing table and continued on my watercolor painting. In what seemed like a short while later, I saw headlights coming towards our cul-de-sac. I guess it had been a while, judging from the progress that I had made on my painting. Time vanishes when I work. The headlights weren't from the Camaro I saw earlier. I recognized the car when it got closer. It was her best friend Laura's Altima.
Laura was in many ways the exact opposite of Blair. She was tall, blonde, and outspoken. She had the most amazing tits that I have ever seen on a woman. Always with an entourage of friends, you could tell she was popular. She shared a dazzling charm with her best friend and I can only figure that she and Blair would have swarms of guys around them at those parties.
I had only spoken with Laura once while I was tending to my yard. I had worked up a pretty good sweat one day as I was trimming the hedges when I heard a cat call from Blair's back yard. It wasn't Blair's demure voice though. I turned to see the two visions sunbathing in the tiniest of bikinis. They began teasing me heavily.
"Want to come oil us up big guy? Seeing you like that is making more than your shirt wet, I promise."
I smiled but couldn't think of anything clever to respond with and before I knew it Blair had chimed in "He's not like all those other guys you paw over, Laura. He's a true gentleman and a genuine nice guy. See, he's trying not to even look over here now."
"That's too bad. A body like that could really throw out some carnal sex. He could ravage me and I would never be able to stop him, not that I would try."
I pretended not to be listening and went back to my yard work. It was hard to concentrate. I announced to the women that I was going to get a drink and clean myself up. If they still wanted me to oil them up after I was done, I would be happy to indulge them. After a quick glass of water and wipe down with a damp washcloth, I stepped back out only to find that they had gone inside for the day. It looks like once again the only thing that I would be oiling down would be my own dick.
I imagined the two of them together in the bathroom. They took turns stripping out of those string bikinis and giggled at the thought of turning me on. Blair's breathing became heavy at the sight of her friend's heaving chest. Her light pink areoles stood erect. Her deeply tanned skin was the result of many long, relaxing sessions in the tanning bed. Blair's eyes were drawn down to the smoothest shaven pussy that she had ever seen. Laura definitely gave her sex great and careful attention on a daily basis. Facing each other, Laura lifted the gaze of her admirer to her own. They held one another closely. Looking tenderly into the others eyes, they shared a passionate kiss. It was a kiss you would read about in those old romance novels of your mom's. It was deliberate. As one's tongue caressed the other, I could see their souls entwined together. Their hands caressed the soft, salty flesh of the other. This was the kiss that all lovers were meant to share. It wasn't the steam from the shower that was causing the mirror to fog up or to moisten the soft lips between their legs.
This wasn't the first kiss the two of them shared. It wasn't the first time they had seen one another naked. Like all great lovers, each new time felt like the first. Every single opportunity was treated with the delicate sensitivity that the deepest of love embraces. There was a connection that extended far beyond simple best friends but it was something that nobody around them could understand. It had to be kept secret for now.
Blair led the way into the shower. The hot water soaked into her long black hair and ran down her back. Laura had stepped in and began lathering the shampoo into the wet locks of her lover. This was one of few pleasures that could be shared with such intimacy. After rinsing, Blair picked up her loofa sponge and squeezed her body wash into it. Laura took the sponge and began cleaning the back of her desire. She moved slowly around her shoulder and down her arm. She reached around and cleaned up the other arm. As she washed the milky white skin atop Blair's chest, she pulled herself close and kissed the nape of Blair's neck.
The dark haired temptress took the sponge from her partner. She massaged the top of Laura's chest, which was now rising and falling rapidly with her near panting breath. She gently washed the sides and gave extra detail to the sensitive underside of each breast. The soap slithered its way down the soft skin. The bubbles tickled Laura's swollen cunt. She was hungry with lust. These two lovers were truly blessed in the moment.
After their bodies were cleansed and dried, the two young women returned to the bedroom. Blair pushed Laura onto the bed. She leaned over her girlfriend and kissed her softly. As she did so, she un-tucked the towel from between Laura's immense breasts. Laura tilted her head back and enjoyed the breath traveling down her neck, passed her collarbone to the tops of her mountainous globes. Blair propped herself on her elbows on either side of her lover. Her hands, tiny in comparison to the chest of her mate, caressed the voluptuous flesh. Subtly stroking the side of the left breast, Blair went on to trace her tongue around the light pink nipples. She took such care, such tenderness in her action that Laura actually had a small orgasm from the attention her tits received.
Blair moved down, kneeling at the side of the bed and took her position at the opening of the glorious flower. Her hands tickled the insides of her lover's thighs from the knees up to her hips. She flattened her tongue and moved her head forward. The broad lick was strong with intent. She made sure she was taking in all of the flavor and aroma of a delicious meal. With great skill, she suckled on Laura's clit while darting her tongue around the soft labia. Juices were flowing steadily from the blonde vixen but none were going to waste. Blair's light humming brought an intense delight and, as soon as she guided two fingers into the steaming sex of her partner, Laura burst into a flood of orgasm causing her entire body to tremble.
