Barf Buddies I "Oh, Stef, this vacation is going to be *so much fun*!" said Carol, as they checked into the inexpensive but pleasant hotel. The two girls, friends from college and working for the same company, had arranged to go to Vermont together, sharing the car rental and the hotel room to save on expenses. New England was green and cool and pleasant, compared to the brutal summer weather in Washington, DC, and they planned to just relax, swim in the lake, see some of the quaint local sights... and maybe meet some cute guys, of course. Carol, a bubbly young woman with short, curly blonde hair, tossed her bags down and rummaged through them, searching for her bathing suit. "I'm going to go see what it's like to swim in a natural lake instead of a pool. Hurry up, Stef, and get your suit on and come with me!" Stefanie was quieter, with long, straight brown hair and a serious look. "You go ahead, Carol - I want to put my stuff away first. We've got two weeks, after all..." She began taking things out of her suitcases and folding them into drawers or hanging them in the closet. "Okay, Stef," Carol shrugged. "See you later, then!" She finished slipping into her skimpy two-piece, grabbed a towel, and bounced out of the room. The lake water was *cold*! And this early in the day, there weren't many people swimming. The nice-looking lifeguard said, with a Vermont accent that Carol found adorable, that she should come back in the afternoon, when there would be more swimmers around. She headed back to the room. As she unlocked the door, she heard noises in the tiny bathroom. It sounded as if Stef was retching, like she was sick. Carol opened the bathroom door, to see her friend kneeling in front of the toilet, throwing up. "Oh, Stef! Are you okay? What's the matter?" she said. She put her arm around her friend, and lifted the other girl's hair back away from her face, as Stefanie's body convulsed and a huge wave of vomit spewed from her mouth. The sour smell filled the little room, making Carol feel a bit ill herself. She hugged her friend tightly, hoping to comfort her and make her feel better. "I'm okay, I think - it was probably just that long drive..." Stef gasped, in between retches. Her stomach muscles contracted again, and she heaved another stream of puke into the toilet. She was wearing shorts and a T-shirt, and Carol was wearing only a flimsy little two- piece bathing suit; Carol could feel everything that was happening to Stefanie's body, every time she threw up. The other girl was shaking, as well as heaving with her whole body on every spew. Carol just held her, until Stef finally had nothing left in her stomach to vomit up. The spasms continued as agonizing dry heaves for a little while, but gradually began to taper off. As she tried to give her friend physical comfort, Carol was ashamed to realize that this strangely intimate contact had gotten her turned on. She wasn't all that attracted to women, and she certainly didn't feel "that way" about Stefanie! But somehow, seeing and feeling and hearing her friend barfing like that had made her horny! Carol felt ashamed of herself. As she helped Stef to lie down on one of the twin beds, Carol hoped that the other girl hadn't noticed how hard Carol's nipples were, although it was very obvious in her skimpy swimsuit. She went and lay down on the other bed, trying not to think about how sexually frustrated she felt. After a short nap, Stefanie seemed to be fine. Carol was relieved when she suggested that they go get some lunch, and Stef's appetite was perfectly normal. After lunch, they browsed through a few of the quaint little gift shoppes near the hotel, and then took their purchases back up to their room. Stef changed into her bathing suit then, and the two girls went for a swim. The water was still bracingly cold, but there were a number of other swimmers brave enough to try it with them. They struck up a conversation with two young men from Boston who were also on vacation. No definite plans were made, but Carol told Stef she hoped they'd see more of the two guys, and maybe get together for dinner or something, before their vacations were over. The next afternoon, the two girls were going to go swimming again. But when they got to the lake, Stefanie said, "Carol, I've got to go back up to the room for a moment. I, uh, forgot my sunscreen. I'll be back in a little while." Carol shrugged, and dove into the chilly water while her friend went back into the hotel. But when Stef didn't reappear in a few minutes, Carol grew worried. What if her friend was sick again? She climbed out of the water, toweled herself, and went up to their room. Again, she heard gagging coming from the little bathroom. There was Stef, bending over the toilet, sticking her fingers down her throat! Before the other girl could finish making herself throw up, Carol grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away from her mouth. "Stef, don't! That's no good for you! Oh, I never would have thought you were bulimic!" "I'm *not* bulimic, Carol! I'm not doing this to get rid of food. You've got to believe me!" "Well, if you're not puking up your food so you don't gain weight, why on earth are you making yourself throw up?" There was a long silence. Stef looked at Carol, wondering just how to explain her actions. Finally she decided to just say it straight out. "Carol, I do it because it turns me on sexually. I know this sounds really weird and gross, but it's a fetish thing - you know, like those people who are into spanking and nipple clamps and stuff? For me, anything to do with vomiting gets me horny." She sighed, expecting her companion to be horrified and disgusted. Carol *was* disgusted. But at the same time, things began to make sense to her. Slowly, she replied, "I didn't know what to say about it... but yesterday, when I found you throwing up, and I tried to comfort you... it was grossing me out, but it was making me hot at the same time..." Stefanie smiled. "Oh! I thought so, but I wasn't completely sure. Look, it's nothing to be ashamed of. There are all sorts of fetishes, all sorts of different things that turn people on. This fetish even has a name - 'emetophilia'. I bet you're an emetophile too, only you never knew it till now." "It still seems kind of weird, though - why would anything as horrible as throwing up have anything to do with sex?" "Why do whips and chains have anything to do with sex either?" "Hmm, you do have a point. Still...." "Carol, I've got an idea. Why don't you try it yourself, and see just how much it *does* turn you on? C'mon, it's not harmful if you don't do it too often..." Carol thought about it... thought about her erect nipples, straining through the stretchy material of her bathing suit top... saw Stefanie's nipples, just as erect, clearly visible through her tank suit. There must be something to this after all, she thought. "Uh... okay. I guess. What should I do?" Stefanie told her to drink several glasses of warm water from the sink, as much as she could get down. The warm water, just a little cooler than body heat, felt very unpleasant as she tried to swallow it, and it made her feel slightly nauseous. She supposed that was the whole point. Stef drank some too. Then Stef knelt next to the bathtub, and had Carol kneel beside her. "Now put the first two fingers of your right hand together, like this, and stick them down your throat as far as you can." Carol did, and immediately began to gag and retch. She instinctively took her fingers out of her mouth, and spit out a mouthful of water and mucus. "No... *keep* them there, so you don't stop retching. Let yourself heave harder and harder. You *want* it to come up." Carol put her fingers down her throat again, gagging and choking. Stefanie put her fingers down her own throat and did the same. Stef, being more practiced, began to vomit in earnest almost immediately. Carol kept her fingers down her throat, retching painfully, while her eyes watered and her nose began to run. Stefanie's first stream of puke splashed into the bathtub almost in front of Carol. Again, the sight and sound and smell made Carol feel more nauseous. That, and the continuous gagging, finally did it, and Carol threw up a modest wave of warm water. She took her hand away from her mouth again, and - although she was still gasping and retching - she didn't throw up any more. Between heaves, Stef said, "No, keep your hand there," so Carol put her fingers down her throat yet again. She puked almost immediately this time, but remembered to keep her fingers in place. Her stomach contracted harder, and she brought up a bigger stream of spew. The sour- smelling liquid ran down her arm and dripped from her elbow, and she threw up again and again. So did Stefanie; their watery vomit mixed together and made a puddle in front of them in the bottom of the bathtub. "Brrrraaaaghhhh....." "Bwlrgghhhhhh...." It doesn't take very long to puke up a few glasses of water, though, and Stefanie quickly reached the stage of dry heaves. She took her fingers out of her mouth, and saw that Carol was still gagging herself, even though she wasn't bringing up anything either. "Carol, when you can't throw up any more, stop." Carol spit up one last small mouthful of mucus and bile, and took her fingers out of her mouth. She looked at the puke in the bathtub, and gasped, "Gee... did that come from both of us?" Stef smiled and said, "See how it's all mixed together? We're 'barf buddies' now!" As the retching slowly subsided, Carol sagged against the side of the tub, weak from the strain of puking. Her nipples rubbed against the cold surface, through the thin material of her swimsuit bra; if they'd been erect before, they were now so stiff they were almost painful. And she could feel that her crotch was very damp as well. She blinked the tears out of her eyes and looked at her companion. It was obvious that Stefanie was feeling the same way. Stef put her arms around Carol and pulled their bodies together in a tight embrace. She kissed Carol on the mouth, probing with her tongue, and Carol was surprised to find herself returning the kiss. Their tongues met passionately, tasting each other's vomit and reveling in it. When Stefanie's fingers began caressing Carol's straining breasts, Carol moaned, shaking with desire. Almost without thinking, Carol slipped Stef's bathing suit straps off her shoulders, peeled down the top of the suit, and began licking and sucking hungrily at the other girl's nipples. In moments, the girls' bathing suits were completely off. Carol continued to nibble instinctively on Stefanie's tits, while Stef slipped one hand between Carol's legs. "See, Carol, you're all wet down there now... " Stefanie's fingers were wet with Carol's pussy juice, and she began to finger the other girl's clit. Carol arched her back and moaned again, more aroused than she could remember ever being in her life. Again, Stef seemed to be the more experienced, and took the lead. She guided Carol's hand into her own crotch, whispering "Just touch me the same way I'm touching you... oh, yes, that's good!" With her other hand, Stef caressed Carol's nipples again, taking one between her fingers and gently rolling and tweaking it until Carol was whimpering with need. She matched the rhythm with her finger on Carol's throbbing clit, and was rewarded as the blonde girl came, making a sobbing noise as she writhed on the hotel bath mat. Carol was very new to this, but she understood perfectly what Stefanie needed and wanted. As soon as she'd caught her breath, she redoubled her kisses on Stef's tits, licking and sucking first one nipple, then the other. She slid her fingers inside Stefanie's wetness, then fingered her clit as she'd just been shown. In a few moments, she felt Stef's body shuddering with the spasms of orgasm as well. In a sudden insight, she realized that these spasms were very much like the spasms they'd just experienced as they threw up together. After a few minutes, Stefanie reached for her bathing suit and began pulling it back on. "I think we both need a swim now, to cool off!" Carol giggled, and slipped her own bathing suit back on. The two girls went back to the lake and dove right in, welcoming the chill. When they surfaced, the two young men from Boston were just diving into the water. The men swam over, and Carol playfully splashed them. "Hey, I thought I saw a hot-pink bikini in the water! How are you girls doing?" The four of them swam and talked, until they started to shiver from the cold water. The tall one's name was Marc, and he definitely seemed to have his eye on Carol. His friend Justin was a bit less outgoing, but he and Stefanie had their own quiet conversation while Marc and Carol laughed boisterously and splashed each other like teenagers. As they emerged from the lake, they began to make plans for all four of them to have dinner the next night at a little restaurant in town where - according to the men - there was a decent local band playing live. "Well, girls, we'll see you at the Batcave tomorrow at eight. Right now we're going to go off-road motorcycling in the woods!" The next evening, Carol was very excited as they got ready for their "double date". She changed her outfit twice, asking Stef, "Should I wear pants or a skirt? Do you think I should wear heels with this? How does my hair look?" "Relax, Carol! You're acting like a high school girl on her first date!" "Yeah, I guess I am. But, Stef, I *really* like Marc. I want to, y'know, make a good impression on him..." Stefanie laughed, and said, "Well, I like Justin, too, but let's not make too big a deal of this, okay?" Finally, after they had decided that their outfits were just right, the two young women left the hotel and walked the three short blocks to the place the young men had invited them to. The sign said "Batcave Bar And Grill - Live Entertainment Nitely". They did seem to be serving food, but it was definitely more "bar" than "grill". Carol looked around, a bit put off by the atmosphere. It was a few minutes past eight, and Justin and Marc were nowhere in sight. "Give them a little while, Carol. We're not in any hurry, are we?" They sat down at the bar to wait. Stef ordered a piņa colada, and Carol ordered a Long Island Iced Tea. The jukebox blared, and several times other men came over and asked them if they wanted to dance. "No, thanks, we're waiting for someone." Stef sipped her drink slowly. Carol finished hers and ordered another... and then another. At nine o'clock, a trio of scruffy-looking guys got up on the bar's little stage and began to play cover versions of current rock songs. They were awful - the guitar was out of tune, the singer couldn't sing, and the drummer sounded like he was playing a different song altogether. There was still no sign of Marc or Justin. Carol was visibly upset now, and Stefanie couldn't think of anything to say to her. Carol ordered another Long Island Iced Tea - was this her fourth, or her fifth, drink? "They stood us up, Stef! And this place sucks!" She was on the verge of tears. The band finished their set and left the stage, promising (or threatening) to be back in fifteen minutes. Carol had another drink. Then the girls saw Justin and Marc come into the bar... with two other women! Carol started to cry. "C'mon, Carol, let's get out of here. We don't need those two creeps anyway." Stef gently urged her friend out of the place. As they walked back to their hotel. Carol was still crying. She was weaving as she walked, holding onto Stefanie for balance. "Shh, Carol, you're drunk. Let's get you back upstairs so you can lie down." Going up in the elevator, Carol's face began to turn pale. All that liquor, and no dinner, and then the emotional shock, and now the swooping motion of the elevator, were getting to her. They quickly went into their room, and Stefanie helped Carol take off her dress. The blonde girl was still crying, and she said, "Oh, Stef, I feel so awful... I feel sick..." Stef helped her friend into the bathroom, and held her head over the toilet. Carol burped noisily, and began to retch, but nothing came up. "Ohhhh...." she moaned, "Stef, I don't feel good... " "It's okay, Carol. You've had too much to drink. You need to throw up, to get it out of your system. Don't fight it; just let it happen." Carol retched and burped some more, but only succeeded in making herself feel worse. Stefanie rubbed her back. "Go ahead, Carol, you'll feel a lot better after you throw up." But somehow Carol's stomach wouldn't reject the alcohol that was making her so miserable. Once again she retched weakly, but nothing would come up. She moaned again, and Stefanie realized that she had to help her friend. Stef was kneeling behind Carol, helping her balance by the toilet. Still holding her with one arm, Stef reached around and put her own fingers in Carol's mouth. Carol tried to turn her head away, but Stef said, "Hey, let me help you. You know I know more about this than you do..." With Stefanie's fingers down her throat, Carol gagged harder; a couple more heaves, and that was all her abused stomach needed. A stream of sour, stale liquor spewed from her mouth and ran over Stef's hand. Somehow this felt almost more intimate than any of the overtly sexual touching they'd done. Stefanie's other hand was on Carol's stomach, feeling it contract as she puked up several more waves of alcohol-smelling spew. Her nipples grew hard as they rubbed against Carol's back. All too soon, Carol had emptied herself of all the liquor she'd drunk. She slumped forward, almost falling face-first into the toilet. Still holding her friend tightly, Stef helped the nearly unconscious girl to the bed and got her lying down on her side, with the wastebasket beside the bed in case she had to throw up again. Stef went back into the bathroom. She hadn't flushed the toilet, and the strong smell of vomited alcohol filled the little room. Stef quickly downed a few glasses of water, then knelt in front of the toilet herself. Her hand was still slimy with Carol's puke; she put it into her own mouth (the smell and taste alone made her retch!), and began gagging herself, while her other hand slipped between her legs. She fingered herself feverishly, backing off on the gag reflex for a moment, then plunged the fingers of her left hand inside her moist pussy at the same time as she plunged the fingers of her puke-coated right hand down her throat. It was tricky, trying to coordinate all the motions and stimulation at once. But with the extra turn-on of her friend's drunken spewings, Stefanie finally achieved both kinds of release simultaneously. As she threw up the water she'd just swallowed, she came, spasms of orgasm and spasms of heaving rippling through her body at the same time. It was the most intense thing she'd ever experienced, and she thought she might pass out too. When she couldn't puke or come any more, Stefanie leaned against the toilet, trying to catch her breath. She looked over at the bed, and saw that Carol was awake, and watching her. "I still can't believe what those guys did!" said Carol. "Forget about them. You don't need them," replied Stef. "Yeah, who needs guys like that, when I've got a 'barf buddy' like you!"