Chapter One

 

"This is some kind of place," Emily said, shaking her head at the glorious view out the penthouse window.

"Ha. Follow me," Tara said, leading her down the hall.

They turned and a great wall of glass was ahead of them, but Tara slid aside a French door and stepped out onto a large deck. There was a gleaming blue pool in the center, and Emily followed her out into the bright sunlight of a warm July day in New York.

"Nice," she sighed. "We have nothing like this."

She lived with her parents in a brownstone on the Upper East Side. It was a large house, worth several million dollars, but it certainly had no kind of view to compare to this.

She followed Tara across the deck, glancing admiringly at the pool, then over to the railing, where she gasped at the breeze flooding up the side sent her glossy brown hair shooting up and out behind her.

Tara laughed. "Don't lean out. It's windy up here."

They were eighty stories up. It certainly was windy, but still warm, and Tara grinned, winked, then peeled her blouse up and over her head, tossing it negligently behind her as she undid her bra.

Emily's jaw dropped, startled, as she watched the sleek blonde wiggle out of her jeans and thong, then dive into the pool. She curved up under water, then rose with a gasp of pleasure.

"Come on in!" she cried.

Emily felt a jolt of uncertainty. Getting naked with others wasn't exactly something she had a lot of experience with. She wasn't on any sports teams at school, or hadn't been, actually, since she had graduated last month. She didn't do sports outside of school. In fact, she mostly liked to read.

She'd met Tara at the theater a few weeks ago. Tara had been with some chiseled looking guy who made little secret of how bored he was with live theater. All looks, no brains, Emily had thought at the time. She still thought it, and in fact, Tara fully agreed with her.

"But what looks!" she'd said.

She wasn't sure why she liked the blonde. She wasn't at all like Emily, who prided herself on being level-headed, and having a strong sense of responsibility. On the other hand, Tara was fun, a lot of fun, which, she resignedly acknowledged, she herself was not. She didn't have a lot of friends, finding social connections - difficult. It was always so hard to know what to say!

But at eighteen, with high school over, safely on the honor roll, with her acceptance at Columbia already filed away for the fall, well, she felt she could at least let herself relax a little.

"You're sure no one is home?" she asked anxiously, looking around them.

There were other towers, taller towers, but none nearby, none where they could be seen.

"We have a maid service in the morning but they're long gone," Tara said, doing the breast stroke. "Daddy won't be home for hours."

Emily bit her lower lip. She didn't want to get naked outside! On the other hand, she didn't want Tara to dismiss her as a silly little nerd, which, she kind of was, she thought. Blushing a little, she unbuttoned her shirt and put on as casual a mask as she could, as if she stripped naked in front of people very day.

Instead of practically never!

Tara dove under water again, paying little attention, as Emily quickly and self-consciously slipped off her skirt and stepped out of her heels. She looked around again anxiously, then undid her bra and slipped her panties down and off before jumping hurriedly into the water.

The water had been warmed by the sun, but was still cool to her bare skin as she slid through it, though not without difficulty. She was not an athlete, by any means. She did exercise to keep fit, especially those which worked on her pectoral muscles.

But she did this at her home gym. And there was certainly no swimming pool there! In fact, she couldn't remember the last time she'd been swimming. And it showed. The pool was deeper than she'd thought at this end, and she splashed awkwardly, a little panicky as she headed for the side.

"Do you know how to swim?" Tara asked, popping up beside her.

"I... I do!" she panted, gasping as her head ducked below the water.

Tara slid an arm around her and surged forward, drawing her through the water to the edge and letting her grab it with a gasp of relief.

"Well not very well!"

"No," Emily said, panting. "I don't... I haven't been swimming in a long time."

"Well, you should do well. You sure have enough ballast."

She grinned as she glanced down, and Emily flushed as the other girl laughed.

"Don't be embarrassed. You have great breasts! I wish mine were that big!"

"I don't!" Emily gulped, fighting the urge to draw her other arm across her breasts, as they bobbed just below the surface. "They're a pain! And everyone stares!"

"Hmmm, I think I'd like that," Tara said with a grin. "But then even daddy says I'm an attention whore."

Emily blinked in surprise that a father would call his daughter any sort of whore.

"Let me give you a few quick lessons," Tara said.

"Oh that's okay!"

"Don't be silly! It's easy peasy! You'll remember how in no time!"

She grabbed Emily's wrist and pulled her away from the edge, reaching out to take her other hand as it dropped back into the water.

"Just kick your legs smoothly," she said, swimming easily backward and drawing Emily with her. "Don't worry. I won't let you go."

"I'm not afraid," Emily exclaimed. "I mean, I can swim! I'm just not very... experienced!"

"Focus on your legs."

Emily did so as Tara led her into the shallow end, then let go of her hands.

"Now curve your hands, like cupping them so they can push water easier," the blonde ordered.

She moved to stand beside her.

"Lean forward. More. More."

Emily gasped as the girl gripped her leg and pulled it up, lifting her off the pool bottom, then sort of held her in a horizontal position, arms under her torso.

"Now let me see how you work your arms."

Emily anxiously swung her arms, but was awkwardly aware of the feel of the other girl's bare skin against hers now, for the blonde's pert breasts were pressed firmly into her side, and her right arm was directly beneath her abdomen very close to her groin.

"You turn your head as you use different arms," Tara said. "There, see. You're doing fine."

"Because you're holding me up!" Emily panted.

"You'll float. Your huge boobs will keep you up."

Emily blushed. "They're not huge!" she said defensively as the blonde laughed.

"They're pretty big. I thought they must be fake until I saw them up close."

"Why!?"

"Because slender girls like us don't usually have big boobs naturally. I've considered getting mine done. I'd like a nice thirty six-C and I'm only a thirty-four-B."

"Your boobs are fine! Why would you care!? You're beautiful!" Emily said.

Tara took her arms away and Emily gasped, but she was getting the hang of it now, and Tara swim right alongside her with obvious ease.

It was very odd being naked around another person. Being naked outdoors was even more odd. She felt very sexual, despite the fact she told herself that, intellectually, there was nothing sexual going on. She knew enough about Tara by now to know she was boy crazy, after all, and she herself was not given to ... experimenting.

In anything, really. She was a good girl, a studious girl, a respectful girl, who obeyed the rules, her teachers, her parents, her tutors, and all the laws and rules and regulations of any institution or organization she was involved with.

But it didn't help that, once she was swimming more confidently, Tara began to tease her, to splash her, to poke fingers at her breasts or taunt her over her own sleek movements. Still, it was fun, and invigorating on more than one level.

They climbed out, and she felt her self-consciousness rising again, her cheeks heating slightly as she looked around them.

"What are you? You're more than a C-cup," Tara said, gazing at her breasts again.

Emily fought the urge to cover her chest with her arms. She would not act like a silly little virginal schoolgirl!

She wasn't a schoolgirl any more, after all, and would soon be a college girl!

Virginal, well, yes.

"I'm a thirty Four D cup," she said.

"Really? They look bigger than thirty four."

"I'm ... slender, as you said."

"You must work out. Those things are pretty firm."

She poked her finger into the soft flesh of Emily's left breast.

"Hey!" Emily gasped, slapping the laughing girl's hand away.

"Yes, I work out," she said, blushing. "I mean, my mom warned me if I didn't they'd start sagging and I sure didn't want that. So I exercise at my family's gym every day."

"Me too, but mostly to keep my thighs and legs in shape."

The blonde girl was lithe and lovely naked, as she had been clothed. She acted so utterly natural and unashamed that Emily chided herself to imitate her, for that was the mature attitude she wanted herself. She couldn't help her eyes glancing downward, though, at the girl's appallingly naked sex!

Tara noticed her glanced, but once again was completely unashamed.

"I got laser hair removal done," she said, sliding her fingers down over the lien of her sex, then along her inner thigh. "While other women will have to shave their legs every few days for the next forty years, I don't have to do a thing," she said with a cocky smirk.

"Wasn't that... embarrassing?" Emily asked, eyes flitting down again.

"A bit. I mean, we started with the legs, so that was okay, but then as they got higher and higher the girl asked me if I wanted my bikini line done too and by then I was more comfortable with her so said yes."

She winked as her fingers slid along her sex again. "And it feels great when someone's tongue is there!"

Now Emily couldn't help her face heating and the blonde girl laughed in amusement.

"Honestly, Em, you should do it. Imagine not having to shave or wax for the next forty years!"