Chapter One

Sophie sighed and slumped further in the sofa, reaching out as Christie handed her the cigarette and sucking deep before passing it along to Tim.

“Don't suck the life out of it, Sophie,” he complained before taking a softer puff.

“Sophie sucks the life out of everyone,” Matt said.

“Only guys,” said Coleen.

Sophie held her finger up to Matt.

“Only if they're very lucky,” Tim said.

“Only if they beg,” Sophie said.

“Please suck the life out of me, baby!” Matt cried, sprawling forward on the sofa, half atop her.

She shoved him off.

They were in Tim's basement, with the music playing and the lights dim, chatting and smoking some of his pot. Fortunately, his parents had money and connections, so he had a good job and a big, nicely furnished basement for them to spend their evenings.

“Sophie is the queen of blow jobs,” Brad said with a smirk.

“What does that even mean?” she complained.

“I thought Allan was the queen of blow jobs,” Matt said.

Several people booed.

“Queen of queer blow jobs,” Brad said.

“She has no fucking gag reflex. It's unnatural,” Brooke complained.

“You're just jealous,” Sophie said smugly.

“Fuck, yeah.”

Sophie took another toke and sighed, handing it on as she scrunched more comfortably into the corner of the couch.

“It's mental control,” Sophie said, pointing a finger at her temple.

“You know what I don't get. How come we talk about what girls are good at blow jobs and never about what guys are good at licking pussy?” Christie demanded.

“If I meet a guy who's good I'll talk about it,” Brooke replied.

Sophie snorted in amusement – and agreement.

“Just tell them they can't touch your tits until they lick your clit,” Christie said.

“I don't want some guy pawing me between the legs until I see if he passes the audition,” Brooke said. “I mean, if he doesn't know how to handle the girls I'm not letting him at little Brooke.”

There was general laughter around the room.

“They're big girls. They can take care of themselves,” Brad said.

“Very big girls,” Tim added.

“Tits are more fun than clits,” Matt said.

“Speak for yourself, ace,” Christie snorted.

“I will lick your clit any time you want, baby,” Matt replied with a broad grin.

“You haven't passed the audition yet!”

He reached over and slid his hand onto her belly and she squealed and pushed his hands back but he got a hand up and groped her breast quickly before she got her feet against him and shoved him back. He fell across the other sofa as laughter rippled around the room.

“Total fail!” she said.

“Guys like to pretend breasts are like sponge toys, and squeeze them like they want to get all the water out,” Christie said.

“Yeah, how'd you like me to squeeze your balls like that?” Brooke demanded.

Sophie felt an urge to eat something and gazed at the nearly empty chip bowl on the coffee table sadly.

“No more chips?”

“Uh, there's a bag on the counter behind the bar,” Tim said.

She got up, sleepy eyed, but as she passed Brad he reached up and grabbed her by the waistband of the sweatpants she wore, tugging her back.

“Where you going?” he asked.

The waistband was elastic, of course, and it pulled back quite a ways before halting her forward moment and then tugging her stumbling back.

“Nice thong!” he cried in delight as she half fell on him.

She twisted free, punching his arm to get him to let go.

“Nice ass too!” he said with a big grin, unrepentant.

“Damn right it is,” she said, going around the sofa and heading for the bar.

“How come you girls never wear thong bikinis when we're at the pool?” Brad complained.

“I don't need my ass hanging out in front of everyone's face,” Brooke said.

“How come you don't wear speedos?” demanded Christie. “We want to see your bulge.”

There was more laughter.

“I don't!” Brooke cried.

“We wear tiny thong bikinis when we're at the pool, Brad honey,” Sophie said as she returned with the bag of chips. “And take our tops off too.”

“I never saw that,” he said.

She climbed over the back of the sofa and slid down onto the seat.

“Well, that's because we don't do it when boys are around,” she said with a smug smile.

“Bitches. You're all lesbians.”

“Of course we are! And we all put suntan lotion all over each other, too,” Brooke purred.

“Too bad you're not there to watch,” said Christie.

“Maybe you should invite us and we could watch to see how to lick clits properly,” Tim said with a grin.

The guys thought that was a great idea, of course.

Sophie sat cross-legged and opened the chip bag, then leaned forward to grab at the bowl. Matt had pulled it closer to his couch, though, so he could put his feet up on it. She grunted and leaned further forward, gripping the table and tugging it back towards her.

She looked up to complain and saw him looking down the front of her tank top.

“Stop looking down my shirt, perve,” she said, straightening up with the bowl.

“Why?” he asked.

“Yeah, and him looking at your tits doesn't make him a perve, it makes him a guy,” Brad said.

Sophie sighed and put a handful of chips into her mouth.

“Girls always want you to look,” Tim said, “but not too closely.”

“We do not,” said Brooke.

“That's why you dress sexy, so we'll look.”

“She's wearing a tank top and sweatpants!”

“But it's a tight tank top with cleavage.”

Sophie looked down at herself and frowned.

“It's not tight, really. I mean, it's a tank top,” she said. “And there isn't really cleavage except when I lean way forward.”

“And I can see your belly,” said Tim, reaching over and rubbing her stomach until she shoved his hand away.

“Yeah, you don't see guys wearing midriff tops,” Matt added.

“We just wear what's in style,” Christie said.

“Your top is sure tight.”

“She's like thirty eight D cup. Everything is gonna look tight on her,” Brooke replied.

The lights flickered overhead and they all looked up. Tim rolled his eyes and looked at his watch.”

“It's only, like, eleven,” said Matt.

“They don't want me to have people over after they go to bed,” Tim said unhappily.

“Hey, we're over eighteen,” well, everyone except Christie.”

“Don't even start,” Tim said. “You can make your own rules when you own your own house,” he said, in a deep voice that was obviously imitating his father.

“They're afraid we're gonna have an orgy down here after they go to bed?” Brooke asked with a grin.

“Probably.”

“I wish,” said Matt.

They started putting things away, and after a few minutes went upstairs and said goodbye to his parents before heading outside.

“You guys want to come to my place?” Matt asked hopefully.

Brooke and Sophie looked at each other, then smirked and shook their heads.

“It's a nice place!” he protested.

“You haven't cleaned it since you moved in last year. I feel like I need a shower every time I go over there.”

“I have a shower you could use,” he said with a grin.

Brad agreed to drop him and Christie off at their places while Brooke and Christie went in the opposite direction.

“I can drop you guys,” he said.

“It's only a few blocks,” Brooke said. “I'd rather clear my head a bit before I get home in case my parents are up.”

She and Sophie headed up the dark street together since Sophie was spending the night with her.

“Don't do too many lesbian things!” Matt called.

“We're going to! And we're gonna take videos!” Brooke called back.

“But you won't be allowed to see them!” Sophie added.

There were several cat-calls shouted after them which they replied to with upraised middle fingers as they continued walking. Brooke gripped a handful of her long red hair and pulled it up to her face, sniffing as Sophie eyed her curiously.

“I'm wondering if I smell of pot,” she said.

“Your parents are probably asleep.”

“I hope so. Daddy gets up at five so he usually goes to bed at like, nine thirty.”

“Ugh. I don't want a job that I have to get up at five for. I want one where I can sleep in every day.”

“Good luck with that. Hey, you want to come with me to Sutherland Forum tomorrow?” Christie asked.

“What? Why?”

“They're hiring models for the car show.”

“You're kidding? What kind of models? I'm not a model.”

“All they want is pretty girls to stand around beside the expensive cars.”

Sophie pursed her lips. “What do you have to wear?” she asked suspiciously.

“Ha. Short black dresses and high heels, usually.”

“How short?”

“Not that short, I'm sure. I mean, it's not like it's a men’s club.”

“Don't you have to, like, know something about the cars?”

“Not much. They'll tell you whatever you're supposed to say. It's not rocket science. And it pays a hundred bucks.”

“A hundred bucks?! Seriously?”

“Yeah, but it's all day. Your feet are gonna be tired.”

“I don't care for a hundred bucks.”

They had graduated from high school a few months past but there were very few jobs available anywhere nearby. They lived in Shelby, a bland suburb near Miami. The big city was tantalizingly close, but without a car the ride to any job would take way too long.

They had only gotten a block when it started to rain. At first it was just light drops, but then the sky opened up and it started to pour. They squealed and ran for it, but within another block they stopped, panting, because there was no point. The rain came down in buckets and they were very quickly soaked to the skin. There was very little point in running, then.

“I guess I don't need a shower,” Sophie said.

“Yeah, I guess I don't need to worry about my hair,” Brooke replied with a laugh.

“I bet Matt would love to see us now,” Sophie said with a grin.

Her tank top was plastered against her body, and since it was soaked it had gotten a little more elastic, sagging under the weight of her breasts. Her sweat pants had gotten very heavy, too, and were sliding down her hips so that she had to keep gripping them and pulling them back up.

Brooke, meanwhile, was wearing a white t-shirt which had become transparent enough to see her pink bra inside, and make out her nipples under the street lights.

“You should pull those off and wring them out,” Brooke said in amusement.

“Yeah, right! I'm gonna walk down the street in my thong!”

“It's dark,” Brooke said, teasing her.

They reached Brooke's place as the downpour began to ease, and Brooke unlocked the door and let them in to the silent house. She held her finger across her lips and she took Sophie's hand and led her quickly up the hall to the kitchen.

“We're dripping wet!” she whispered. “I don't want to have to clean water off the stairs.”

That was undeniably true, and logical, as well. Sophie let her heavy sweatpants slide down her legs, stepped out of them, and then lifted them off the floor.

“That's a very small thong,” Brooke observed.

Sophie held the sweatpants over the sink and squeezed them out like a sponge.

“I should get a picture of this for Matt.”

Sophie snorted and turned to see Brooke peel off her t-shirt, then wring it out as well.

“Yeah, I bet Matt wishes he was watching this,” she said with a grin.

She peeled off her tank top as well, and rung it out over the sink.

“Is that from Victoria's Secret?” Brooke asked, looking at the Black half-cup bra the blonde was wearing.

“No, I got it from Yandy, it's an internet shop, only twenty bucks.”

“Really!? Nice deal! But buying on the internet without trying on first? I don't know.”

“I'm a perfect 36C, so I'm lucky,” Sophie said with a shrug.

“You are lucky. Bitch.”

They used a kitchen towel and some paper towels on their hair to pat dry the worst of the water, then carried their clothes up the stairs.

“If your dad comes out of his room I'm gonna be embarrassed,” Sophie said.

They made it into Brooke's room without that happening and stripped completely. Brooke loaned her a robe and they went back up the hall to the main bathroom and closed the door. Brooke turned on the radio and opened a cupboard to pull out towels while Sophie looked at her hair in the mirror and grimaced.

“That won't wake your parents up?”

“Fuck no. I mean, when you go through their door there's a little hall with a bathroom on one side and a walk-in closet on the other. Then you go around the corner and their bed is against the far wall. We'd have to make a lot of noise before they'd hear.”

The two brushed and dried their hair, and then Brooke smirked at their naked selves in the mirror.

“Wanna take a picture for Matt?”

“Matt can go fuck himself.”

“That's probably what he's doing now,” Brooke said with a laugh. “But I have an idea.”

She picked up her smart phone and turned on the camera, then held it up to the mirror and reached out to pull Sophie in close.

“What are you doing?”

“Lean your head against my shoulder.”

Sophie did, though she was dubious as her friend carefully held up the phone and played with the settings.

“I'm not gonna get our breasts or faces in it,” she said.

“Oh.”

“I know, turn and face me and press your body against me, then put your arm right so it hides your right breast.”

Sophie felt a stirring of heat as she obeyed, pressing her soft breasts against the redhead's warm flesh. In fact, her right breast was pressing against the side of Brooke's right breasts.

“Oh, put your arm around my chest so your arm covers my breasts!” Brooke said.

Sophie did so, stretching out her arm to hug her, letting her arm press down across her breasts.

“Not so far. I can see some of your side boob.”

“I can turn further in,” Brooke said, turning her body a little away from the mirror.

“Yes, hold it there.”

She snapped a picture, and then showed it to Sophie. The phone itself was held out far enough to hide both their faces, though you could see one girl was a redhead and the other a blonde. It showed them down to their hips, but since Sophie was turned to the side and had her arm stretched out it didn't show their breasts.

At least, not much of them. There was still some of her side boob, and a bit of Brooke's smaller breasts showing above her slender arm.

“Are you really gonna send that to Matt?” Sophie asked in amusement.

“Why not? You can't prove it's us. And it doesn't really show much.”

She sent it to Matt in a text, along with a “Wish you were here!” message.

“I bet he gets a hard-on,” she said, giggling.

“Matt IS a hard-on,” Sophie sniffed.

“Your nipples are hard,” Brooke teased.

Sophie flushed.

“Bad nipples, bad,” Brooke said, reaching out and giving one a pinch and a twist that made Sophie squeal and shove her back.

“Bitch!”

Brooke laughed at her and Sophie grabbed her, trying to get at her nipples but the redhead crossed her arms across her breasts, still laughing, so Sophie grabbed her phone instead and quickly snapped a picture. Now it was Brooke's turn to squeal.

“Bitch!”

“Porn star!” Sophie cried, taking several more pictures as Brooke twisted away, then grabbed at the phone.

The two naked girls wrestled for the phone, which pressed their bodies firmly together and left both of them somewhat flushed, frazzled and gasping for breath as Brooke finally wrested it away from the blonde.