The Babysitters by pointless (ff)

It had been a normal, boring suburban day. Chilly and rainy with
a wind that cut through you and made it feel at least twenty
degrees colder than it really was. Andrea hadn't seen the sun in
two days. Another gloomily October in Michigan.

It was only seven thirty and it was already dark. The only good
thing about autumn was what was just beginning to happen to the
trees all around. Beautiful colors forming from the dying of the
leaves.

Of course, Andrea couldn't have cared less about all of that.
Tonight was the night she'd be planning for all week. Tonight was
the night that her best friend Cindy was going to spend the night
and she'd been absolutely giddy all day. She and Cindy always had
so much fun just hanging out in her room with the door locked and
the shades drawn doing stuff her mom didn't even want to know
about.

Usually that fact would be enough to keep her happy and smiling
all day long, but not this evening. No, her mom had to go and
mess it all up by suddenly developing a social life out of the
thin air. Mom's can be such a pain at times.

"What do you mean I have to watch Philip?" Andrea was now whining
to her mother as she touched up her lipstick in the bathroom
mirror obviously trying her hardest to ignore her daughter who
had just asked that question a mere two seconds ago. "Why can't
you just get Aunt Rachel to watch him?"

"Andrea, we've already been through this," her Mom replied, her
frustration restrained but still noticeable, "Rachel has watched
your little brother enough this week. Besides, you're more than
capable of taking care of your little brother for a few hours
until he goes to bed."

"But Cindy." Andrea started to protest only to be interrupted by
her mother.

"Will just make it that much easier for you. Really, Andrea,
you've taken care of your brother before. He likes you, he does
what you say and all you'll have to do is give him a snack, put
in a movie and then tuck him into bed at nine. After that you and
Cindy will have the whole house to yourselves until two. If
everything looks good when I get back you might even make twenty
dollars so you and Cindy can go to the movies tomorrow and you
won't have to rake the lawn until tomorrow. I really don't see
why you're complaining about this," her mother said calmly but
firmly making it clear that the discussion, whether Andrea wanted
to admit or not, was over.

Andrea just crossed her arms across her chest and walked away in
a huff to her room while her mother smiled softly to herself. It
really had been awhile since she'd actually been able to go out
and have fun. Lately it had been all work, parent/teacher
conferences, grocery shopping and doctor appointments. When her
old college roommate and best friend had called her out of the
blue earlier with an invitation to a night of drunken debauchery
she just had to accept. She hadn't had more than two beers since
the divorce had been finalized two years ago. She was well over
do.

That, and she really missed the fun she and Tiffany used to have
back in college. That girl had taught her so much about sex and
having fun and she was still the same old Tiffany from back in
the day. Wild, crazy and flirtatious. She just knew they'd end up
in a hotel room like the last time she'd been in town. Just the
thought of it made her wet.

As Andrea reached the top of the stairs and found her way to her
room she found it hard to resist slamming the door behind her.
Deep down inside she knew she had no real reason to be pissed.
Her mom was right. Watching Philip would be easy. For a five year
old he was actually quite even tempered and he did listen to his
big sister. She was actually the one who finally got him potty
trained when her mom had all but given it up thinking it an
impossible task. Watching her little brother would be cake.

Still, like any normal American child of the twenty-first century
she would've preferred to have had her cake and eaten it too. A
house to herself was a blessed event. A house to herself and her
best friend would have been  pure bliss.  The loss of that rare
opportunity was reason enough to pout for next fifteen minutes
alone in her room while she waited for Cindy to be dropped off by
her brother, so that's just what she did after she had finished
flinging herself on her bed in dramatic fashion and rolled over
to stare at the ceiling in weak anger.

It seemed like it was only seconds later that she was startled
awake by a loud knocking on her door. She had apparently dozed
off and it took her a few seconds to remember enough to ask who
was there. The door swung open almost instantly to reveal Cindy
standing in her doorway with her usual sarcastic smile firmly set
on her cute, slightly tanned face.

Cindy and Andrea was different as night and day in so many ways
it almost boggled the mind to think that they were friends.
Andrea was the usual product of suburbia with her perfect dirty
blonde hair in shoulder length cut framing a small cute, dimpled
face with a delicate nose set below and between brightly innocent
looking blue eyes. Her clothes always looked new and freshly
cleaned as if she had a new outfit made everyday just for her.

She was short and would probably always be, but her body was
already showing the signs of smooth, gentle curves that would
make her the envy of her classmates for years to come. Her 
breasts were small, but well shaped. At her age she was already
finding herself turning down guys almost twice her age. Not that
she had a problem saying no. She reveled in the attention, but,
frankly, she just had no interest in the attentions of the
opposite sex regardless of age.

Cindy, on the other hand, always wore clothes that seemed to be
handed down from her two older brothers and her sister, because
the vast majority of them were. They all had that well worn
quality about them. Often they even had holes or permanent
stains. Her hair was black as the night and went seemingly
wherever it pleased without appearing to be too messy or nappy.
Her skin had the light brown tone she'd inherited from her
father's side of the family and her eyes deep brown from the same
side.

Her body was a little more firmly planted on the side of
womanhood than her slightly younger friend. Her breasts were a
little larger, her butt a little fuller and her hips a bit more
pronounced. She was the envy of all the young girls from the
trailer park where she lived and spent most of her free time
avoiding. Cindy had no problem admitting her hatred of her roots.
The only thing her parents were good for was easily stolen money
and booze. Even at her young age Cindy was more than acquainted
to the joys of alcohol among other things.

It wasn't all economics and physiology, though. Andrea was the
cheery optimist to Cindy's dark cynic. When they had first met
Andrea had been firm believer in the artistic value of bubblegum
pop while Cindy spent most of her time stealing what passed for
punk cd's nowadays. Cindy had managed to wean Andrea off of the
worst of cd collection with a mixture of Sleater-Kinney she'd
borrowed from her sister and some Dead Kennedy's  she'd
"liberated" from the local music store. Cindy was all about the
old school. It was one of the benefits of having siblings up to
twelve years her senior.

"What's up, sleepyhead?" Cindy teased as she shut the door behind
her and walked over to Andrea's bed to have a seat.

"Nothing," replied Andrea as she rubbed her eyes, "Just waiting
for you to get her to tell you the bad news."

"You mean the babysitting?" Cindy said with a frown and an eye
roll as she shimmied her backpack off and onto the floor. Andrea
just nodded and sneered in response as she sat up on her elbows.

"Yeah, my mom is going out with her old roommate or something.
She won't be back until two."

"Old roommate, huh?" Cindy said with a wicked smile and raised
eyebrows causing Andrea to giggle.
"Shut up," Andrea said as she got up from her bed, "Not
everyone's a pervert like you."

"Moi?" Cindy responded doing her best to look innocent and
failing miserably. Andrea giggled again. Cindy did that to her.
For some reason she always felt so giddy around her.

"Yes, you. Like you didn't know, you lesbo,"

"I wouldn't talk, missy. You didn't seem to mind my fingers in
your." Cindy started, but was quickly interrupted by a gentle,
yet firm push from Andrea.

"Shut up! I was drunk and you know it. That doesn't count. You
took advantage of me, you slut." Andrea said adamantly, but
somewhat unconvincingly to her still smirking friend.

"Like you didn't like it," countered Cindy calmly.

"That's beside the point. I'm no lesbian and you know it. Just
remember that," Andrea said and then smiled meekly. Cindy's smirk
was still there on her cute, deceptively angelic face. She knew
the truth. All she needed was time and a little luck and Andrea
would be hers.

The girls were forced to end their little game of hard to get by
the sound of Andrea's mother yelling from downstairs. Andrea
yelled her response and then returned her gaze to Cindy. Both
girls frowned knowing that it meant that the most boring part of
their night was about to begin.

As they made their way downstairs Andrea noticed her mother
standing by the door looking at her watch and frowning. She was
shocked by how beautiful her mother looked in her sleek, low-cut
black dress that had been hanging in her closest since her last
big date with the asshole cop she'd dated right after the
divorce. It was absolutely amazing. This wasn't the same woman
that had fixed her supper only a few hours earlier. This was a
thirty-five year old goddess.

From the whistle she heard coming from Cindy she knew she wasn't
the only one who thought so. For a second she thought that maybe
Cindy had been right about what was going to happen tonight
between her mother and this old roommate. She quickly let that
thought exit her mind though. Her mom was no lesbian. Was she?

"Nice dress, Miss Evans. You look awesome," Andrea heard her
friend say as they reached the bottom of the stairs. Her mother
just smiled broadly and thanked Cindy politely before returning
instantly to her role as mother to give Andrea her instructions
for the evening. It was all stuff Andrea had heard a thousand
times before.

"And remember," her mother finished, "If everything looks good
and I don't hear anything bad from your little brother or," and
she placed emphasis on this part and looked at both girls with a
stern expression on her face, "from the neighbors there'll be
some money in this for you both. Understand?" Both girls nodded
their agreement.

"Don't worry Mom," Andrea said in her best reassuring tone,
"everything will be fine."

"Good, now your brother is the living room watching Finding Nemo.
Once it's over I want him in bed, so you might get working on
that snack. Now, give me a kiss and I'll see you in the morning
if you're not up, which you'd better not be." Andrea kissed her
mom on the cheek and said good-bye as her mom went out the door.

"Someone's going to get some pussy." Andrea heard Cindy say in a
sing-song voice behind her. She turned around to see her friend
smiling a knowing smile and Andrea just rolled her eyes at her.

"Come on, let's go make that snack. We only have an hour and then
we can have fun."

For the next hour the girls tended to the minimal needs of
Andrea's younger brother. Well, Andrea did while Cindy made
herself at home on the couch and enjoyed the movie and chatted
with Philip about his day at kindergarten when he wasn't staring
blankly at the screen watching computerized anthropomorphized 
fish do their thing. Not that Andrea cared. Throwing a bag of
popcorn in the microwave was hardly a two person job.

Finally, nine o' clock rolled around. The cute, little clown fish
was reunited with his father and all was right on the reef and
Phillip was already yawning and having trouble staying awake. As
the final credits rolled on the screen Andrea picked up her
little brother and carried him upstairs to his bed. She tucked
him in and gave him kiss goodnight. He was out before she even
got to the door.

"He's asleep," Andrea said as her bare feet hit the cool tile of
the breezeway to Cindy who was standing in front of the
entertainment center DVD in hand.

"Awesome," Cindy said as she bent over a bit and put the disc in
the player. "Now I can watch you piss your pants in fear."

"Please. Like I've never seen a zombie movie before," came the
flippantly indignant reply from Andrea as she planted herself on
the couch. She was quickly joined by Cindy who sat down right
next to her despite the abundance of room on the massive sofa.

"Don't try to act all brave like I don't know any better," teased
Cindy as she snuggled up to her friend and pulled an afghan off
the back of the couch and threw it over both of their legs.
Cindy's arm quickly found it's way around Andrea's shoulder.
Andrea's head found it's natural spot on resting on Cindy's
shoulder with a resigned sigh.

"Oh, shut up," Andrea replied quietly as she made herself
comfortable leaning against Cindy's soft body, "the movie's
starting."

As they watched the movie the girls remained close only shifting
when it was necessary, but never losing contact with each other.
Andrea would never admit it, but loved the feel of Cindy's body
touching hers. The soft skin, her warmth, her smell. It was all
so comfortable and right.

It was weird. She was hardly a touchy feely person. Far from it
in fact. She hadn't hugged or kissed her mother in ages. She'd
lost every boyfriend she'd ever had (all three of them) because
she'd just never been comfortable enough with them. Sure, she
made out with them, one even got as far as feeling up her
breasts, but it just never felt right.

Not that she was lesbian. At least she didn't think she was. She
was just curious. Besides, fingering a girl didn't make her a
lesbian. She was just returning a favor anyway. It was more like
a drunken experiment than actual sex, right?

That night had been a lot like this one. Cindy had come over to
spend the night while Andrea's mom had gone out with her
girlfriends for a drink. Philip had been spending the night at
his dad's like he did a couple of times a month. They didn't have
the same father. Not that it mattered to Andrea. He was still her
little brother.

The plan had been to watch a couple of movies then go to bed and
wake up the next morning and go to the mall so Cindy could help
Andrea spend what was left of her birthday money on some cd's.
Andrea was getting bored with the teeny bopper crap she'd been
listening to and, though she hated to admit it, Cindy had great
taste in music and had knowledge of bands that Andrea had never
even heard of. The girl knew her pop culture.

The plan had gone great for awhile. They watched the first movie,
some boring teeny movie Andrea had picked out on a whim much to
Cindy's dismay. Then they watched the second one, a sad, sappy
movie of Cindy's choosing which also sucked.

It was half through the second movie that Cindy had brought out
the bottle of irish cream and had non-chalantly took a swig and
passed it to Andrea.

"What the hell is this?" Andrea asked as she sniffed the bottle.
It smelled sweet and definitely alcoholic. She'd smelled her
mom's rum before. This wasn't half as bad, but it was definitely
booze.

"Irish cream," Cindy said, still playing it cool, "Drink it. It's
good. You'll like it. It might help make this movie interesting."

"But isn't this alcohol?" Andrea asked quietly as if she was
afraid of being caught despite the absence of an adult presence.

"Yeah," Cindy had replied a little sarcastically, "Just drink it,
Andrea. It aint gonna kill you or anything. It tastes good.
You'll like it. Trust me."

That did it. If Andrea had one weakness it was peer pressure. She
couldn't stand to be viewed as a wet blanket ruining anybody's
fun. It also helped to know that regardless of whether she drank
any or not Cindy was going to get drunk. She actually seen her
drink before and she'd tried to talk Andrea into joining in then
too. Luckily( or unluckily) Andrea had had to go home early that
first night so she had an easy out. She didn't have that luxury
that night.

So Andrea swallowed her fears as she took a swig from the bell
shaped bottle of sweet liqueur and gagged. Cindy laughed at her
and urged to take another swig. Andrea looked at her a bit
incredulously, but obeyed. This time she took a smaller drink and
avoided smelling it. To her surprise it actually tasted pretty
good after you got past the slight tinge of alcohol. Like a sweet
chocolate milk, but entirely different. Without being urged she
took another swig before handing it back to back to a smiling
Cindy.

"It's good isn't it?" Cindy asked before taking drink herself.
Andrea just nodded as she grabbed the bottle from Cindy and took
another gulp. The girls kept passing it back and forth until they
emptied the bottle of every last drop of it's contents. By the
time they were done Andrea had downed more than her share, but
Cindy didn't seem to mind. In fact, she just pulled another
bottle from her bag and the girls managed to finish it off before
the credits rolled on the second and, as it turned out, final
movie.

By the time they were done drinking both girls were a loud,
giggly mess. Andrea was spouting off anything that came to her
mind and Cindy wasn't any better. Andrea still wasn't quite sure
how the subject of sex had come about, but she knew that once it
was brought up it became the sole subject of discussion.

Cindy did most of the talking considering that between the two of
them she was the only one with any real experience. Andrea
remembered her friend going into great detail about the time she
let her oldest brother's best friend eat her pussy because she
was bored. Her love of detail caused Andrea to giggle like a
fool. Apparently he was rather unimpressive.

When Cindy started talking about her experiences with girls
Andrea stopped laughing. Instead she listened with rapt attention
to every detail they came from Cindy's expressively dirty mouth.
Even at her young age Cindy had had quite a few experiences with
girls. Many Andrea knew and more then a few came as quite shock.
One in particular caught her attention.

"You fucked Becky Silverman?" Andrea had asked in disbelief.

"Hell yeah, she was good too. Why? Did you know her something?"
Cindy had responded.

"She was my best friend back in seveanth grade. I can't believe
you fucked her. She was always such a prude. She wouldn't even
masturbate in front of m." Andrea suddenly stopped herself, but
it was too late. Cindy had her and pounced upon her admission.

"You, little miss virgin prude, have masturbated in front of
people? You're fucking kidding me!" Cindy nearly yelled as she
smiled broadly. Andrea just blushed and froze. She'd never told
anybody about that and she had never planned on it.

"Oh, come on. Don't be all embarrassed," Cindy chided her. "I
just told you a bunch of shit and you can't talk about the one
time you masturbated in front of some girl? Don't be a pussy,
Andrea."

"We didn't do it," Andrea said quietly distressed by the fact
that her past was now the focus of the conversation.

"Well, why not?" Cindy had pressed on, "Come on don't be shy. I
was just teasing you. I'm your best friend. I'm not going to make
fun of you."

"I don't know," Andrea sighed, "She didn't want to."

"But you did, huh?" Cindy asked.

"Well, yeah," Andrea admitted openly, "It was my idea."

"Did you do it anyway?" Cindy pushed the questioning further. The
subject intrigued her and turned her on.

"No!" Andrea said loudly. "What do you think I am, a perv?"

"Apparently," Cindy cracked and Andrea blushed causing Cindy
laugh gently at her friend. "Oh, come on. If you're a pervert for
wanting to watch a girl masturbate and I actually had sex with
her what does that make me?" Cindy said as she leaned over
slightly as she put her hand on Andrea's arm.

Andrea just kept blushing. She didn't know why she even mentioned
it. She had never told anyone about that night before. She had
really wanted it to happen. Andrea couldn't have admitted it then
and still wouldn't now, but she had been attracted to Becky like
she had never been attracted to anyone else before. She'd cried
the next morning after Becky had gone home. Not just because
she'd failed to see her friend masturbate, but because she knew
that it meant the end of their friendship. It did. Becky made
herself scarce soon after that.

And now here she was hearing how her new best friend had sex with
her old best friend. It was weird and confusing to say the least.
Damn it, she was jealous even though she knew she shouldn't be.
The booze was definitely getting to her head.

While Andrea sat there blushing and worrying about her sexual
identity Cindy's drunken mind was forming a plan. She knew
exactly what was going on in Andrea's head. She witnessed it
several times and, like a lot of girls of her persuasion, she had
moments like these herself. She'd been able to work it out, but
not everyone was able to. Some people needed a little help. Cindy
was in a helpful mood.

"Come on," Cindy said as she got up and looked down at Andrea.
Andrea just looked at her friend confused.

"What?" Andrea said after a pause that seemed to last an
eternity. Cindy just responded by grabbing her friends hand and
pulling her to her feet.

"Come on," She said as she began to lead her upstairs, "I have
something to show you."

Andrea followed wondering what exactly was going on. If she had
known at the time she probably would've ran the other way and
regretted it for the rest of her life. When they got her room and
Cindy began unbuttoning her pants Andrea almost did just that.
The only thing that stopped her was fear of missing out on
something she'd wanted for so long.

"What are you waiting for?" Cindy asked as she pulled off her
jeans and panties in one tug, "Get undressed."

"What.what are you doing?" Andrea asked in a shaky voice even
though she knew exactly what Cindy was going to do. The
butterflies in her stomach were going crazy even as her pussy
began to tingle and moisten at the sight of Cindy's trimmed sex.
The butterflies nearly flew out of her stomach when Cindy stepped
up to her and grabbed her hands again before placing a soft kiss
on her lips.

"I'm going to show what you missed out on, silly," Cindy said
with a wink as she reached down to help Andrea rid herself of her
cargo pants. Andrea was lost in her thoughts. She was both scared
and unbelievably aroused. She wanted to move, to either run out
of the room or help Cindy remove her pants; she wasn't sure, but
she was frozen.

Cindy didn't seem to notice as she finished unbuckling,
unbuttoning and unzipping and began to tug Andrea's pants and
panties done in the same manner she had her own. As she lowered
herself down to her knees to help the clothes on their way down
she found herself staring at Andrea's beautiful pussy. The scent
filled her nose. She could almost taste her friends arousal and
she almost did, but she kept her urges under control. No need to
scare Andrea away by being too forward. With any luck there would
be plenty of time for that later.

"Come on," Cindy said as she took back up and smiled softly at
Andrea. She grabbed her friends shaking hand and led to her own
queen size bed and guided her to take a seat against the
headboard. Andrea allowed herself to be led and positioned almost
as if she was in a trance. Really, she was. She was simply
entranced by the sight of Cindy's pussy.

Once she was comfortable Cindy simply spread her legs and began
to slowly massage her pussy as Andrea gasped and stared at her
friend in awe. She somehow hadn't expected Cindy to just start
touching herself like that. She'd almost thought it was all just
an elaborate joke, but the sight of Cindy's long fingers slowly
sliding between her already slick pussy lips as her other hand
caressed her breasts through the thin material of her t-shirt
proved to her that this was for real and, more importantly, this
was beautiful.

Cindy's eyes were closed as she patiently began to work her
fingers over her sex. She was obviously a girl who knew what she
liked. Her trimmed fingers took their time rubbing her swollen
lips as her thumb made slow, tight circles around clit. The
moisture of her sex glistened in the soft light of Andrea's room
as she softly moaned letting Andrea know she was enjoying herself
immensely.

While Andrea's eyes were glued to the sight of Cindy's exhibition
her own hands lost their lethargy and began to almost
unconsciously began to work their way to her pussy. As her
fingers grazed her clit Andrea let out a hissing sigh and a
shiver ripped through her body. She closed her eyes for a brief
second as the pleasure of  the mini orgasm coursed through her,
but once it faded her eyes instantly returned to the sight before
her.

The pure beauty of Cindy's fingers working in and around her
pussy as her hips slowly gyrated against the stimulation was
absolutely spellbinding. Andrea did her best to mimic her friends
movements. When Cindy Rubbed her clit Andrea did the same. When
Cindy slowly dipped her index fingers into her depths Andrea
followed her lead and let out a quavering moan. The smell of the
mutual arousal filled both girls' nostrils.

Cindy's eyes slowly opened as she felt herself approach her first
orgasm. Her eyes went from Andrea's fingers madly pumping away at
her tight, slick flower up her tight belly that was exposed by
Andrea's arm as Andrea savagely molested her tiny breasts under
her thin t-shirt to her exquisitely contorted face obviously
focused on Cindy's sex. The sight made her want to come that much
more. Beauty, pure beauty.

"Oh god, Andrea," Cindy panted to her friend causing Andrea to
remove her gaze from her handy work to Cindy's face, "I'm going
to come, baby. Come with me. Oh God, come with me."

Andrea just groaned as she redoubled her efforts to obey Cindy's
command. She'd never been this aroused. It was unbelievable. At
the moment she realized that Cindy was the best friend she had
ever had and ever would.

And with that thought she felt her orgasm begin to build and her
breathing came in quick pants until she felt her whole being
enveloped by a surge of pleasure unlike anything she'd ever
experienced before. She screamed with ecstatic joy as bliss
shredded her mind and her body tensed up and became rigid.

The sight of Andrea coming was more than enough to push Cindy
over the edge as she came with a shivering squeal as her eyes
squeezed shut. She saw stars as Andrea's screams of joy echoed
through her brain. It was glorious.

Neither girl's hand left their work as they came down from their
orgasm. They were too keyed up to stop now. Andrea's fingers were
still wantonly pounding away at her wet, throbbing pussy. It was
now Cindy's turn to stare in amazement. Cindy, however, was not
content to just watch.

Andrea nearly screamed when she felt her fingers being joined by
her friends, but her scream was silenced by Cindy's mouth on
hers. The feeling of Cindy's fingers working her pussy and her
soft lips against her own left Andrea weak. Any desire to protest
quickly melted away.

Cindy's fingers were like magic on Andrea's pussy. She was pure
putty in her friends skilled hands. She didn't even notice at
first when Cindy began to guide her left hand to the moist
junction of Cindy's thighs, but once she felt that slick fur
touch her finger tips she wasted no time in getting to work.

The girls shifted position until they were on their sides facing
each other, bodies close together as they kissed and did their
best to bring each other to another glorious orgasm. The scent,
the feel, everything was so perfect. Cindy's tongue felt so right
in Andrea's mouth. Her warm body felt so good pressed against
Andrea.

Cindy's thumb was making tight circles around Andrea's clit as
she worked her index and middle fingers in and out of her friends
tight sex. Andrea did her best to keep up with Cindy as she tried
to keep her head, but as Cindy hit spots she didn't even know
existed she had a hard time just keeping her fingers inside of
Cindy's sticky hole.

Not that Cindy minded. She was so turned on that even the clumsy
ministrations of her inexperienced friend were enough. She ground
herself against Andrea's palm. Her main task was bringing Andrea
to her second orgasm of the night anyway. Her own pleasure could
wait.

Andrea was getting close. Those glorious fingers were driving her
mad. Her moans easily escaped the deep kiss she shared with
Cindy.  Her pelvis pounded wildly against Cindy's hand as she
felt it building and then with another scream she came again.

"That's it," Cindy whispered into Andrea's ear as she quivered
against the invading fingers that were now thoroughly soaked with
girl come, "Come for me. You're so beautiful. So beautiful."

Andrea's hand came out from Cindy's pussy as she wrapped her arms
around her best friend and kissed her hard while Cindy continued
to play with her through the entire orgasm.

"Oh , god. That was gr." Andrea started to say as she finally
came down from orgasmic high and broke the kiss with Cindy, but
the sound of the garage door opening suddenly made her realize
that she and Cindy weren't the only people in the world.

"Oh shit." Andrea said as she shot up from the bed, "My mom's
home! Get dressed!"

Cindy did as Andrea told her and the girl's pulled on their pants
in record time and ran downstairs just before Andrea's mom came
through the door. Cindy barely had time to sneak the empty Irish
cream bottles back into her backpack before Miss Evans rounded
the corner.

"What are you girls doing up?" she said as eyed the two flushed,
panting and messy haired girls trying their best to look innocent
on the couch.

 "Umm," Andrea said trying to buy time for an excuse. Her still
buzzing brain was of absolutely no use however. Cindy was on the
ball however.

"We were just about to go to bed, Miss Evans. We fell asleep
watching the movie. We'd probably still be asleep if you hadn't
parked in the garage," Cindy was good at making excuses. Andrea's
mom accepted it gladly. She was obviously a little drunk herself.
She made some chatter and excused herself to go to bed and the
girls followed her lead.

And that was the end of their fun. Andrea had wanted to finish
up, but Cindy had just said, "Don't worry. You owe me one," and
they had just gone to bed.

When they woke up neither one of them even mentioned it. They
just smiled at each other knowingly and that was that. It had
been a fun night, but Andrea had managed to file it away as a
freak occurrence. Still, she wouldn't really mind if it happened
again.

These were the thoughts that running through her head as she
nodded off to the sight of some bitchy girl getting her arm
ripped off by some zombie in a dark alley for some reason. She
didn't care she was just so comfortable.

"Hey, sleepyhead. Wake up," Andrea heard as she became aware of
the fact that she was being nudged somewhat roughly by a hand on
her shoulder.

"Wake up," Cindy repeated as she pushed Andrea of her shoulder,
"The movie's over and my shoulder's asleep, lazybones."

"What time is it?" Andrea asked as she finally came back to life
and removed her head from Cindy's shoulder.

"Ten," Cindy said as she started to rub her shoulder.

"The movies over already?" Andrea asked as she started to yawn.

"Nah, it just sucked, so I turned it off."

"Oh, it wasn't that bad," Andrea said as she got up and
stretched.

"How would you know? You were out fifteen minutes after it
started," Cindy teased as she got up and folded up the afghan and
put it back on the couch

"Was not," Andrea protested as she turned around to face Cindy's
as she flattened out the afghan trying her best to make it look
perfect. Andrea suddenly remembered the promise of money and
started picking up the living room a little herself.

"Please, I heard you snoring right after the dumb bitch was
ripped to shreds," Cindy teased as finally finished her small
task to see Andrea carrying the popcorn bowl into the kitchen.
Her eyes were instantly drawn to Andrea's cute, little butt in
her tight jeans. She was a little more interested it was between
those thighs, but it was still a nice view.

"I don't snore," Andrea said from the kitchen as she put the
popcorn bowl in the dishwasher and turned it on. She yawned again
as she turned around. Why am I so tired tonight, she thought to
herself as she made her back to the living room. Cindy was
standing by the entertainment center again this time turning
everything off.

"So," said Andrea after Cindy finished her small task, "what do
you want to do now?"

"Let's go listen to some music up in your room. I feel like
getting out of these clothes and getting comfortable," Cindy said
as she pulled on her on second hand soccer shirt and grimaced.

"Fine by me. I'm thinking about going to bed anyway," Andrea
agreed.

"No sleep, music," Cindy said in a mocking, parental tone as she
pointed authoritatively at Andrea. Andrea just yawned again.

"We'll see."

The girls wasted no time getting changed once they were upstairs.
Not that it was hard considering their usual  sleep attire was a
pair of panties and a t-shirt. Cindy merely unbuckled her belt,
unzipped her cargo pants and let them slide down her leg to the
floor revealing a pair of incongruous pink, floral panties.

"Hey!" Andrea said as she noticed what Cindy was wearing on her
cute butt, "those are mine."

"I wondered where these came from," Cindy said as she ran her
fingers along the inside of the waistband,. "They're too cutesy
for me."

"Cutesy?" Andrea replied as she allowed her pants to fall to
floor. "They're panties. What else are they supposed to look
like?"

"Umm, ever heard of thongs?" sneered Cindy as she sat down on the
bed on pulled her cd book out of her backpack. Andrea noticed
this and immediately began to protest.
"No punk," she said as she sat down next to Cindy and began to
pull off her socks.

"Okay, okay," Cindy said as slipped a couple of cd's out of the
book and got up to put them in the cd player. She put in one from
Andrea's pathetic selection to keep the peace and hit shuffle and
play before sitting down at the head of the bed.

As the music began to work it's magic the girls started talking
about the usual subjects of gossip. Andrea focused on cute guys
somewhat convincing while Cindy centered more on bitchy girls she
obviously had a thing for. They also talked about the next day,
clothes, the music that was playing and so much more.

As time clicked by Cindy started to talk more and Andrea started
to talk less. The music Cindy had selected was extremely relaxing
and Andrea was again having a hard time staying awake. She tried
to fight it off, but as Cindy was describing the difference
between British punk and American punk Andrea nodded off.

Suddenly she became aware of the fact that she was being beat
across the head with a pillow. She grunted in protest and put up
her hands to block the offending bag of goose down only to get
across the stomach.

"Stop it!" she finally shouted, "I was sleeping!"

"I know you were, you dumb ass. That's why I was hitting you,"
Cindy responded matter of factly as she whacked Andrea one more
time for good measure. Andrea just rolled over and buried her in
her pillow. Cindy had just about had enough.

"Come on, Andrea," she said as she gently punched Andrea's
shoulder as she feigned sleep. "It's only eleven thirty five on a
Friday. You can't go to bed now."

"Why not?" Andrea groaned in response, "I'm bored. Let's just go
to bed, we will do something tomorrow."

"Get up!" Cindy yelled as she reached out and the one thing that
pissed Andrea off more than anything: she started to tickle her
ribs.

"Stop it!" Andrea screamed between bursts of laughter as she
squirmed her way off the bed and away from Cindy's teasing
fingers. When she landed on the floor with a thud she could hear
her best friend giggling wildly.

"Bitch," she said as she got back on the bed. "You're going to
wake my little brother."

"Oh, he's not waking up for anything." Cindy replied
dismissively. "So. what do you want to do?"

"Go to sleep. What else are we going to do?"

"Oh, I have few ideas." Cindy replied in her best impression of a
sexy voice as reached out and gently stroked Andrea's thigh.

Andrea giggled and brushed her hand aside. Cindy knew she loved
it.  She only needed to lose these annoying little girl
inhibitions. Last week all it taken was a little bit of Irish
cream. Sadly, she didn't have any booze with her tonight.
Luckily, she had another plan that she knew Andrea would enjoy
and, more importantly, might just make it easier for her to enjoy
Andrea.

"Come on, Andrea," Cindy said as she allowed her hand to be
removed from that soft, thigh. "If you stay up I'll make it worth
your while."

"I already told you, I like boys, Cindy. I don't want to." Andrea
started to protest nervously.

Now was the time of decision. She couldn't appear over eager or
she wouldn't even get a chance to witness the beautiful sight of
Andrea bringing herself to a sweet, self inflicted orgasm. Andrea
may have been willing on the inside, but she had will power like
no one else Cindy had ever met. Cindy respected that will power
even if it was the one road block to her plans. She had to be
smooth.

"Oh, hush," she said as she lightly slapped Andrea's knee, "I
have something else in mind, you prude."

"Prude?" Andrea responded, mildly offended. "Lesbian."

"Shut up, prude. You know you liked it when I fingered you last
week." Cindy came back teasingly. She wasn't about to let Andrea
get away with a statement like that without a comeback.

"Shut up yourself!" Andrea whispered loudly. "You promised."

"Oh, stop it. I already said it didn't involve sex you weirdo.
Don't you want to know what it is?" Cindy said as smirked
knowingly at her friend.

"What is it already? Is it  Irish cream?" Andrea's eyes lit up as
this thought crossed her mind.

"Nope," Cindy answered, her smirk getting bigger, " It's even
better, but you have to promise not to freak or tell anyone."

"What is it?" Andrea asked, intrigued. What could better than
alcohol?

"Promise." Cindy repeated as her face became serious. Andrea
thought about it briefly before answering firmly in the positive.
They sealed the deal with a pinky swear and Cindy got up and went
to her back pack.

Andrea couldn't help but check out Cindy's body as she stood and
then bent over right before her eyes. Her eyes examined the soft
curves of Cindy's ass barely hidden by the thin material of the
stolen floral panties and the smooth, silky still markedly
girlish legs that extended downwards from below those cute
cheeks. The little bit of Cindy's back that was revealed when
Cindy bent over and her short white t-shirt rode up also caught
her eye. Andrea was definitely turned on by the mere presence of
her friend. She was just unwilling to admit to herself what was
obvious to Cindy from the first day they met.

When Cindy got up and turned around palming a plastic bag and
lighter which she quickly hid behind her Andrea allowed her eyes
to quickly glance over the small, but definite swells of Cindy's
young breasts under the thin cloth. Cindy stood still well aware
of the examination and frankly enjoying it.

 Suddenly, Andrea's bothersome conscience finally kicked in and
she turned away blushing slightly. Cindy smiled, but kept her
mouth shut as she took the few steps to the bed and sat down on
cross-legged in front of Andrea. The "surprise" was still hidden
behind her back.

"Well." Andrea said after recovering from her embarrassment,
"what is it, freak?"

Cindy simply brought her hand out from behind her back to reveal
a plastic baggy containing three fat joints. Andrea thought she
knew what it was, but she wasn't sure. Cindy obviously wasn't
going to tell her.

"Is that." Andrea began and stopped not wanting to ask a stupid
question.

"Weed?" Cindy finished for her as she watched Andrea's eyes light
up with intrigued astonishment. "Yep."

"That's illegal, Cindy. Where the hell did you get that?" Andrea
asked with a mix of fear and curiosity. Like any normal, American
kid she'd heard of marijuana. She knew it was supposed to be bad
and evil and all that. She half expected it to jump out of the
bag and steal her soul despite the fact that it was just three
little cigarettes in a thin plastic bag.

"So?" came the flippant response from Cindy as she opened the bag
and pulled a joint out.

"So? We'll get in trouble!" Andrea said in worried whisper. Cindy
just smiled knowingly at her na‹ve friend.

"Only if we get caught," Cindy said in her usual unworried tone,
"Just open the window a little bit and stick a blanket under the
door. It's just weed. It's not like you're going to go crazy and
stay up all night seeing demons flying around your head. At worst
you'll fall asleep. Don't be a sissy, Andrea. It`s not like your
mom is going to come busting in the door. She isn`t even home."

Cindy knew which buttons to push to get the desired reaction from
Andrea. Andrea's look of fearful shock was quickly replaced by
defiant anger at the idea that she was a sissy. Just because she
was from the suburbs didn't mean she was some pampered, sheltered
bitch.

"I'm not a sissy." Andrea said.

"Then let's smoke this," Cindy responded, knowing she won.

"Fine, but you have to open the window," Andrea conceded.

"Ok. No problem. You have to jam something under the door," Cindy
said as she got up to open the window. "Oh, I have some incense,
too. That'll help with the smell."

Both girls completed their minor tasks. Cindy cracked the window
just a bit feeling the cool breeze against her skin. She then
placed a stick of incense in the incense holder and lit the stick
of nag champa. Andrea just shoved as much of her comforter as she
could into the space under the door. She was still pushing on it
with her feet trying to get it perfect when Cindy said "Good
enough, let's light this thing."

Cindy wasted no time lighting the joint once Andrea joined her on
the bed. Andrea watched her friend closely as she touched the
fire to the tip of the rolled smoke and it caught fire for a
second as Cindy puffed it once letting the smoke roll out of her
mouth. She brought the burning end close to her mouth and blew
out the flame with a cloud of white smoke before returning the
unlit end to her lips and taking a long, slow drag and then
handed the joint to Andrea.

"How do you. you know. smoke it?" asked Andrea shyly as she held
the joint like it was bloody knife or an armed hand grenade.
Cindy almost laughed and was forced to exhale hurriedly to avoid
a coughing fit. She stopped herself when she saw the hurt look on
Andrea's face.

"You just suck on it, kind of like a straw and then you inhale
the smoke in your mouth. Don't suck on to long or you'll get too
much smoke and you cough your ass off," said Cindy.

Andrea did as she was told. The weed had an odd, skunky smell to
it which, if Andrea had ever smoked before, would have told her
that this was fairly decent smoke. It tasted funny, not bad, but
nothing like she expected. She puffed and then she inhaled.

"Now hold it in for a minute," Cindy said as soon as she noticed
Andrea had inhaled. "This is something you have to savor."

Andrea again did as she was told as she passed the joint back to
Cindy. She held the hit as long as she could. Just as Cindy was
finishing up her hit Andrea exhaled with a series of coughs.
Cindy held the joint out to her as she started to recover. For
her first time smoking Andrea was doing quite well.

"Good job," Cindy said as she slowly exhaled her second hit,
"First time I smoked I coughed so much I puked. You're lucky this
is good smoke."

"Really?" Andrea said as she held the joint in her hand and
examined it.

"Well, it isn't the best, but it's better than some," Cindy said
as she watched Andrea examine the joint as it slowly burned.
"Hey, don't study it. Smoke it."

"Huh?" Andrea said before she suddenly remembered what she was
doing. She was already starting to feel the effects of the pot.
"Oh, sorry."

The girls continued to pass the joint back and forth until it was
down to a tiny, little roach that Andrea dropped on her bed after
it burned the tip of her fingers. Cindy picked it up and set on
the incense holder as Andrea started laughing like a moron at
nothing in particular. Cindy knew what this meant: Andrea was
stoned.

"Feeling pretty good?" Cindy asked she laid down on her side, her
right arm propping up her head as she stared at Andrea's back
with a wicked smirk on her face. Andrea turned and noticed Cindy
laying on her side and decided that looked comfortable and laid
down on her back still chuckling softly. She knew she'd just been
asked a question, but she'd already forgotten what it was.

"I guess that's a yes," Cindy said softly as she reached out and
began to gently run her fingers along the soft skin of Andrea's
arm. It felt so good just to touch her friend anywhere. She was
already getting wet. She just couldn't take waiting much longer.

"What?" the gentle skin contact on her arm brought Andrea back
down just enough to remember that Cindy was talking to her. The
fact that she was all touching her didn't bother her so much. In
fact, the contact felt nice.

"Do you like the weed?" Cindy asked as she continued to allow her
fingers to trace little circles on Andrea's skin.

"I guess," came the wary response from Andrea. "I feel a little.
I don't know. weird?"

"Good weird or bad weird?" Cindy said as she casually scoot a
little bit closer to her friend and allowed her free hand to land
on Andrea's smooth, t-shirt covered tummy. Andrea didn't react.
She just smiled as she kept eye contact with Cindy.

"Good weird, definitely," she giggled as she rolled over on her
side too facing Cindy as Cindy's hand went with the flow until it
rested on Andrea's waist just above her hips. The girls faces
were less than a foot apart as they stared each other down.
Almost subconsciously Andrea brought her hand up to Cindy's panty
clad before absent mindedly allowing to slide down and forward
pulling up Cindy's t-shirt just a little bit as her fingers
dragged across it.

"I'm glad you liked it," Cindy said, her voice getting quieter as
she began to find her harder and harder to keep herself from
jumping on top of Andrea. Her hand was now beginning to slowly
meander under the bottom of Andrea's t-shirt to softly caress the
soft skin they lay underneath. Again Andrea barely seemed to
notice. Andrea, for her part, was playing with the edge of
Cindy's t-shirt with her fingers occasionally brushing against
Cindy's belly.

The light touch was almost too much. It both tickled and aroused
Cindy. She just couldn't take it anymore. Andrea had been staring
at her with that cute, little smile on her face for what seemed
like an eternity even though it had only been a hand full of
seconds. She just had to do something. So she kissed Andrea.

It was a quick kiss. Just a light peck on the lips. A test, if
you will, to see if she was reading the situation correctly. This
was nothing new to their friendship, but she knew how sensitive
Andrea was to her advances. Some days she could do no wrong,
others it was best to keep her hands to herself. But after last
weekend she just had to have more or she'd die.

"What was that?" Andrea said in almost a whisper. Her smile was
still there, but she had a scared look in her eyes. She always
had that look when Cindy did these kind of things.

"Nothing. I just think you're beautiful. Did you like it?" Cindy
asked as her began to work a little higher up Andrea's side
pushing the up along with her.

"Yeah, it was nice, but." Andrea started to say.

"Good," Cindy said before she kissed Andrea again. This time she
added a little more passion. Andrea was stuck between knowing she
shouldn't be letting this happen and knowing that it felt so
right. It always felt right when Cindy kissed her. That's what
scared her so much. She knew that for some reason she wasn't
quite sure of this. It was supposed to be wrong. But it wasn't.
It was oh so right.

While Andrea's mind debated the issue briefly her body had
already made it's mind. When Cindy's tongue gently begged her
lips for entrance her lips parted with asking permission from her
brain. When Cindy's body shifted as if she wanted to lay atop her
Andrea's body again acquiesced without a conscious thought. The
feel of that soft, warm tongue dancing with her own, the soft,
warm body pressed tightly against her own. It was the stuff of
dreams.

Andrea's hands began to slowly, then more urgently explore the
silky skin of her friends back and butt cheeks. She squeezed and
stroked the softly yielding flesh as Cindy did the same to her.
Both girls were now openly moaning into each others mouths. Their
passion was quickly getting the better of them as pushed and
pulled against cloth to grab more skin.

"God, we got to get out of these clothes," Cindy said as she
broke the kiss and sat up quickly. With a almost violent urgency
she quickly discarded her t-shirt revealing her thin, sleek frame
to Andrea's adoring eyes. With equal speed  she worked her
panties off and threw across the room. She grabbed the waist band
on Andrea's panties and pulled them down with an equal urgency.

"Sit up, sweetie," Cindy said to Andrea and Andrea obeyed in a
daze. Cindy made quick work of Andrea's t-shirt and in an instant
the girl's were again locked in sweet embrace. Now there was
nothing in the way and both girls instantly felt the difference.

Hands continued to explore as tongues intermingled between the
girls open mouths, but soft, firm bellies slid against each other
as legs intertwined and breasts pressed against each other, hard
nipples electrified by the contact.

The small room was alive with the sounds of bedsprings squeaking
and the girls impassioned groans as the girls' thighs found their
way between each others' legs. The feel of Cindy's firm thigh
pressed up against her now sopping wet pussy and throbbing clit
was better than Andrea could've ever imagined as she began to
instinctively grind her sex against the soft muscle. Cindy did
the same to Andrea's now slick leg and soon the bed springs were
squeaking even louder than before as the girls began to fuck each
other like animals.

This had not been the plan, but Cindy went with it, enjoying the
feeling of the friction as she began to sweat from exertion as
she humped Andrea's thigh wildly. Even though the girls mouths
were locked together in a lusty kiss their moans still filled the
room with sound of their lovemaking, but as the friction began to
build and the feeling began to overwhelm both girls the kiss was
broken and nothing could block the sounds any longer.

"Oh god," Cindy grunted as grabbed Andrea's hands and pinned them
behind her head while she pounded her cunt against her friend's
thigh. Andrea couldn't even form words as her own hips gyrated
wildly against Cindy. She was already beginning to feel her
orgasm building inside of her. She'd never felt any like this
before. This intense, this violent, this good. She was totally
out of control. Her body was doing it all for her and she
couldn't care less.

"I'm coming, Andrea," Cindy said between panting grunts as her
thrusting hips somehow managed to kick it up another notch. "Oh
fuck! Oh fucking." She stopped talking as the orgasm finally
reached the surface and her body was filled with warm ecstasy.
Her animal grunt was like music to Andrea's ears as her back
arched and she felt her own rush of pleasure course between her
body and mind while Cindy still held her pinned to the bed.


Cindy's mouth found its way to Andrea's again as Cindy collapsed
on top of her best friend as her first orgasm subsided. She
released Andrea's arms and they instantly found their way to
Cindy's backside to knead the soft flesh as both girls attacked
each others mouths with renewed hunger.

This was going much better than Cindy could have possibly
dreamed. Things were moving so fast she almost worried that it
was a dream. If it was she had no plans of waking up anytime
soon. Not until she got a chance to eat the sweet, wet pussy that
was still softly grinding against her now slick leg. First, she
had to slow this down a bit before it became too much.

Somewhat reluctantly she broke the kiss and began to work her way
down Andrea's sweat slick body placing sweet kisses and bites of
every inch of skin she could all while Andrea moaned her
approval. A few kisses on Andrea's thin, long neck, some bites on
her shoulders and then back to nibble on those cute, little ears.
She wanted to taste every bit of her.

Slowly her back down again until she reached Andrea's beautiful,
small breasts and teasingly kissed the valley between them before
slowly working her lips and tongue up one and then the other
carefully avoiding the already painfully hard nipples. Andrea
groaned her disapproval as she looked down glassy eyed at Cindy.
Cindy giggled lightly before gently blowing on one the taut buds
causing Andrea to groan again as her back arched in torturous
pleasure.

Cindy giggled again before taking pity on Andrea and gently
nibbling on the poor girl's nipple. Andrea continued to groan as
Cindy began to suck on the taut bud. Andrea's hands found their
way to Cindy's head to run her fingers lovingly through her black
hair and to make sure she didn't change her mind. She loved the
sensations that were coming from Cindy's gentle suckling.

Gently biting down on Andrea's nipples Cindy reveled in the
reaction she got from her best friend. Andrea wiggled and moaned
so deliciously with even the slightest manipulation of her
sensitive body. Every swirl of Cindy's tongue, every light caress
on her back it all brought a reaction from Andrea.

Patiently Cindy kissed her way over to her friends other breast
to give it the same loving treatment. She could smell the
hazelnut body wash that Andrea cleaned herself with everyday
mixing with the salty taste of her sweat. Like candy only so much
better.

"Fuck, Cindy," Andrea said between pants in a weak voice, "That
feels so good."

Cindy just groaned in response not wanting to break away from her
loving attentions on Andrea's nipples for even second. Not yet at
least.

For Andrea this was an entirely new experience. No one has ever
paid this much attention to her breasts. The few times she had
made out with boys it had always been a lesson in adolescent male
clumsiness. All hands, no concentration. This was entirely
different. She felt like she could just lie there in her bed and
let Cindy devour her breasts until the end of all time without a
single regret. If she died right now she'd die happy.

With another gentle bite on Andrea's tender nipple Cindy finally
began to work her way down once more. Andrea groaned, almost
disappointed that her poor breasts were no longer the center of
attention until she realized where her friend was heading. Her
own fingers quickly found their way to her breasts to take
Cindy's place as she watched with great anticipation as Cindy
kissed her way down Andrea's body.

Patience guided Cindy's every movement as she kissed her down
Andrea's waifish body. Licking gently at her rib's as Andrea
exposed them by arching her back. Going down further, she kissed
and nibbled at the soft, sensitive skin of her friends belly
eliciting little laughing squeals from Andrea. She received the
same reward as she licked around the cute, little belly button
she found in the middle of that smooth tummy.

Andrea's eyes widen as saw Cindy work her way closer and closer
to her center. When Cindy softly bit the sensitive skin of her
inner thigh Andrea let out a long groan. It all felt so good. She
couldn't even imagine what that mouth would feel like on her
pussy.

Cindy had finally found her way to her final destination and
wasted no more time. With a long lick she got her taste of
Andrea's tangy pussy. Both girls moaned in unison as Andrea's
hips bucked involuntarily. Cindy grabbed on to her friend's
thighs to spread them wide as she began devouring Andrea's pussy
in earnest.

Andrea's body jerking involuntarily as Cindy's tongue swirled
around her throbbing clit and then licked down her slit before
delving into Andrea's depths. Cindy's mouth seemed to engulf her
entire sex. Her soft, warm tongue and sucking lips showed no
mercy. Andrea was finding it struggle to keep herself from
screaming out in joy as her fingers tweaked her nipples hard and
she stared down at Cindy as she quickly worked her towards her
second orgasm of the night.

"Oh, Cindy," Andrea panted as she brought one of her hands down
to hold Cindy's head, "Oh god. so good. Don't stop. Don't fucking
stop!"

Cindy had no intention of stopping now. Not even god himself came
threw the door and condemned to hell. Nothing mattered right now
besides making Andrea scream her name as she covered Cindy's face
with her sweet, sticky nectar. It was quickly becoming apparent
that she wouldn't have much longer to wait.

"I'm gonna. I'm gonna.," Andrea started to pant out before her
body suddenly went rigid, her hips raised off of the bed and a
long bellowing groan escaped her lungs as she came harder then
she had ever believed possible. She nearly passed out as all
sound went dead and stars flashed on and off before her eyes
while Cindy made sure she didn't miss a single lick. Andrea's
hands helped her out with a grip Cindy would've thought
impossible from someone so small in she hadn't known better.

Andrea was feeling a level of bliss she had never dreamed
possible before tonight. Just as she was feeling herself coming
down she felt that warm rush fill her being one more time. This
time there was no holding on to Cindy's head, no attempt at
speaking. She was just quaking pile of girl jelly. Nothing but
pure bliss filled her soul as she passed out.

When she awoke seconds later Cindy was planting sticky kisses all
over her face as she lay on top of her friend laughing gently.
The look on Cindy's face as she noticed Andrea had returned to
the land of the living showed her pride just as Andrea's weak
smile showed her gratitude. The girls kissed and Andrea tasted
herself for the first time on Cindy's lips and tongue. It was
divine.

The girls kissed and tenderly explored each others bodies for
awhile as Andrea regained her senses. This feeling was so right.
There was no confusion, no fear left in Andrea. Cindy's sweat
soaked body pressed tightly against her own as they shared a
passionate kiss was the most natural thing in the world. She
didn't quite know if she was a lesbian, but she was absolutely
certain that she wasn't straight.

With minimal effort Andrea rolled Cindy onto her back without
breaking the kiss. She knew she wanted to return the favor Cindy
had granted her, but she wanted to enjoy their kiss just a little
bit longer. Those soft lips, that warm tongue meshing with her
own felt too good. She felt like she had all the time in the
world.

Finally, she broke the kiss and started to work her way down
Cindy's body. She tried her best to imitate the patience of her
loving friend, but the knowledge of her task was too much for her
over stimulated mind to bear. Still, she tried her best and Cindy
was more than satisfied with the results.

A few gentle kisses on Cindy's long neck and wet trail of licking
kisses down her friends chest and Andrea was planting gentle
kisses on the soft mounds of Cindy's breasts. Cindy's hand
quickly found it's way to the back of Andrea's head to stroke her
soft blonde hair as she cooed her appreciation when Andrea placed
her first tentative kiss on Cindy's diamond hard nipple.

"That's it, baby," Cindy encouraged as her breathing came
quicker, "Don't be afraid to bite it a little." Andrea did as she
was asked and received a delighted squeal as a reward. That and
the soft touch of the fingers stroking her hair was all the
encouragement she needed.

Cindy's hands did more than just pet the hair of her
inexperienced friend. They guided her softly, almost
imperceptibly, from one breast to the other enjoying the soft
caress of Andrea's lips and the light nips of her teeth. They
longer she urged her friend to linger the more proficient Andrea
became. Cindy's soft moans gave way to louder, more wanton ones
as her body began to respond to the attention.

"Suck `em," Cindy began to pant as Andrea really started to get
into it, "Oh fuck, Andrea. Come on. Suck my nipples."

Cindy winced and whimpered as her commanded was obeyed with
enthusiasm. Andrea's confidence was increasing with every
positive response from Cindy. As she released the nipple from her
teeth she kissed it gently before beginning her trek downward to
a treat she'd only dreamed of tasting in her deepest, most secret
thoughts.

Again, Andrea tried her best to emulate the treatment Cindy had
given her. She did her best to lick, kiss and nibble every sweat
streaked centimeter of Cindy's flesh. The salty taste of Cindy's
skin, the piquant, intoxicating scent of Cindy's arousal, was
enough to make Andrea's mind reel with the possibilities that lay
less then a foot away down the smooth, flat belly she was now
softly nipping.

Cindy's hand had never left Andrea's soft hair as she sat up on
her elbow to watch her friend approach her pussy. She didn't mind
Andrea's lack of patience. She was beyond foreplay now. There was
nothing Cindy wanted more than the feeling of Andrea's mouth on
her pussy.

Down Cindy's belly, planting wet kisses on the belly button as
she slowly dwelled on that intriguing bit of skin, Andrea quickly
approached her destiny. Cindy's hand gently guided her down,
pushing to her friend to make good on her unspoken promise.

No more urging was necessary as Andrea took the hint and dove
right into her task. Her long, thin tongue snaked out of her
mouth and finally tasted the tangy essence of Cindy's sex. Her
pure ambrosia. So unlike anything she'd ever tasted. She had to
have more.

Cindy let out a long groan as Andrea latched her mouth on her
cunt and began to lick away every ounce of Cindy's self control.
Cindy legs spread wide to allow Andrea complete access and made
full use of the opportunity. Her tongue lapped up every drop of
Cindy's essence as she brought her hands up to help her in her
task.

As her tongue penetrated the soft, swollen folds of Cindy's
aroused pussy Andrea's thin fingers massaged her friend's
throbbing clit under it's hood. Andrea's inexperience didn't show
as she caused her friend to writhe on her now damp bedding.
Andrea couldn't help but feel pleased at her work.

"Fuck, Andrea," Cindy panted as she finally removed her hand from
Andrea's head to play with her almost painfully aroused nipples,
"Suck me. Make me come. God damn it, baby. Make me fucking come."

"Come for me, Cindy," Andrea replied between licks, "You're so
beautiful. Come on, baby."

"Stick your fingers me," Cindy begged. Andrea obeyed easily
slipping her fingers into Cindy's snug hole. First one, then a
second as Cindy bit her bottom lip to avoid screaming. Her free
hand returned to Andrea's head as she guided her back her task.
She allowed herself to fall back flat on the bed while Andrea
worked her pussy.

The feeling of her building orgasm filled Cindy's body and soul
with a warm glow. She was quickly losing control of herself as
Andrea's fingers and tongue drove her to the breaking point. It
was so good.

Suddenly, the pleasure burst throughout her entire body as she
screamed and went rigid. Her hands grasped at the comforter
trying to hold on to something as her mind flew to the
stratosphere while Andrea continued her relentless attack. One
long, continuous stream of profanities escaped her young mouth as
they sensation just seemed to keep building and building. One
wave followed another until Cindy was left almost unconscious
from pleasure.

As She came down from her unbelievable high she felt Andrea lying
on top of her kissing her softly on the neck. Cindy just left out
a groan and enjoyed the feeling. She had waited a whole week to
get another chance at this. It was such a short wait, but it had
seemed like an eternity. She just wanted to lie back and enjoy
it.

"That was beautiful, Andrea," Cindy said with a sigh as she
stroked, almost petted, Andrea's sweaty head while she continued
to suck gently on her neck.

"You're beautiful," Andrea replied between kisses. Cindy sighed
again and brought her hands to Andrea's head. Andrea didn't
resist as she felt her friend guiding her into a kiss. It was a
sweet, lovingly slow thing that could've lasted forever. Of
course, it didn't.

"Where are those fingers that felt so good inside me?" Cindy
asked as she somewhat reluctantly broke the kiss.

"These?" asked Andrea with a mischievous grin as she brought her
hand up to Cindy's face. She giggled lightly as Cindy wrapped her
lips around the sticky, wet digits sucking off her juices with a
hungry moan.

""Mm, I love these fingers," Cindy said as she kissed them one
more time while Andrea continued to giggle.

"You just love the taste of pussy, you lesbo," Andrea said before
kissing Cindy's still sweaty brow.

"Do you?" Cindy replied, a serious look on her face. Andrea's
smile got bigger as she looked into her friends eyes and so the
desire for her there that she had somehow missed so many times
before. She almost felt like a fool for not noticing it before
now.

"Of course I do," Andrea replied, still giggling. She just
couldn't help herself. She was so happy in that moment.
"Especially yours."

With that the girls kissed one more time before they heard the
old familiar sound of the garage door opening. Andrea looked at
the clock.

"Wow, it's already three thirty," Andrea said in a soft voice.
"Who cares?" Cindy replied in an equally soft voice, "At least
them she came home after we were done instead of while we were
doing it."

"Done?" Andrea replied, "Who said we were done?"

"Do you think you can keep it down?" Cindy said as she smiled up
at her brazen, young friend.

"Hmmmm, I don't know. I guess you'll have to find a way to keep
me quiet, now won't you?" Andrea replied as she kissed her friend
again. She was right. They weren't done. They made love until
sunrise trying their best to keep quiet. Judging from the looks
they got from Andrea's mother when they awoke late the next
afternoon they weren't exactly successful. Miss Evans didn't seem
to care too much though. In fact, she seemed happy for some
reason.

Andrea was glad, because this definitely felt like the beginning
of something beautiful. Cindy did too.

And they were right.