Susan and Nancy were best friends, but that had only happened recently.
The immediate turn of events was so incredible that sometimes Susan
couldn’t really believe them herself. So that is why she kept thinking
back to the earthquake of a day when she met Nancy.
It had all started months ago when Susan, who was sixteen and really
questioning who she was, had started surfing on her computer and found a
site about teen girls dressing up and looking nice. She’d wondered in a
discussion room about dressing not only for boys but for girls too.
Another member of the room had responded that she liked to do that too,
especially to get reactions from girls. This girl had said how she likes
to wear pantyhose and short skirts, tight blouses and makeup to attract
other girls’ attention, especially at the local mall.
Susan had sent her her email address and they had begun writing back and
forth about what turned them on. Susan couldn’t quite remember now what it
was, but something in one of their emails made her boldly ask where Nancy
lived. They had been talking about their school and there were some eerily
similar things. Like when Nancy mentioned some homework assignment from
her English teacher and when Susan talked about the history teacher who
seemed to stare at certain girls’ boobs too much.
Then the earthquake struck. Through their email the two girls
discovered they went to the same school! And that they were in the same
grade on top of that! Of course they weren’t really embarrassed that they
didn’t know each other because their school was huge, the biggest in the
area, if not the state. In their class alone there were over 700 students.
When the first explosive tremors subsided between them they began to
plan to meet, which hallway, what day and time. And from that first
meeting they had become best friends. It was pretty cool that they knew
such intimate things about each other before they started spending time
together.
“Hey, Suse!” Nancy was calling out to Susan using her nickname that,
Susan noted, only Nancy used. It quickly brought Susan out of her reverie
over that first meeting. “Can you come over this Friday and spend the
night? My parents will be going to a party and we’ll have the house to
ourselves. It’s ok with them, I already checked.”
“I’ll have to ask but sure, I’d love to!” Susan responded. Her
imagination began to work. “When will your parents get home?”
“Oh, sometimes they spend the night at the party if they’ve been
drinking. They’re very strict about not drinking and driving. They’ll
call around midnight to tell me if they’ll be home or not.”
Wow, thought Susan, rather enlightened.
Nancy answered Susan’s next question before she could ask it. “They
think I’ve been so responsible lately, and as I am getting older,” She said
with a laugh, “they’re saying I can have you over without them being here.”
“Cool! But what should I tell my mom? I’m sure she’ll want to know
what the situation is.”
“Maybe it won’t come up,” Nancy said. “Just act like of course my
parents will be home.”
Although this didn’t sound so great, Susan said ok as the bell was
ringing for the last class of the day.
Nancy called Susan that night. “So, did you ask? Can you spend the
night?”
“Yes! And mom didn’t even wonder about it! I think maybe she was glad
to have a Friday night on her own,” Susan ventured. Susan’s mom had
divorced her dad three years ago and she’d been working more than full time
since to support her daughter and herself. She had a good enough job as a
researcher in a law firm, but the pressure was pretty intense. And then
with it being all up to her to raise a teenage daughter….
Susan sighed but was happy to be able to go to Nancy’s. “What should I
bring?”
“That’s the coolest part,” said Nancy. “I want us to get dressed up, so
bring over as much of your sexiest clothes and makeup that you can get away
with!”
Susan thought. “What if I bring a few things each day to school and you
can take them so that we’ll have lots to choose from plus what I bring
Friday?”
“Perfect plan!” Nancy shrieked. The two of them wore nearly the same
sizes of panties, bras and dresses. Even their shoe size was close enough
that they could trade. This was going to be some night, both of them
thought to themselves as they hung up.
The next several days went as planned and finally it was Friday night.
Susan ended up leaving her mom a note and packing an extra bag of
clothes because she had a message from her mom saying she was going to be
late. All her mom asked was Susan call her around seven to make sure she
had made it to her friend’s house and to check in.
Nancy was surprised at how much Susan had brought until Susan told her
about missing her mom. “Lucky us!” Nancy said.
“So are your parents gone yet?” Susan asked.
“They’re just about to go,” and at that moment they heard the clicking
of heels and Nancy’s father saying, “We’ve got to get on the road!”
Nancy’s mother breezed through looking like a million dollars and
trailing a sweet and musky scent. She kissed her daughter and shook
Susan’s hand, and called out, “I’m coming, I’m coming,” raising her eyes at
the girls as she went out the door.
“Whew, their exits are always like that!” Nancy said. She looked at
Susan with a twinkle in her eye. Then she screamed. “Aaaah, here we are!”
And she took Susan’s hands and danced around the room. Susan was just as
excited.
“Ok, let’s get something to eat and then start our `fashion evening’.
That’s what I’ve decided to call it. Especially since you have shipped
over here practically a full style salon!” Nancy said teasingly.
“Ha! Wait ’til you see what I have for you!” Susan shot back.
Nancy brought out some sandwiches and a rather elegant plate of hors
d’oeuvres. Susan was hungry and impressed.
“And to celebrate our first overnight together, voila!” Nancy said and
she produced two crystal glasses and a bottle of champagne.
“How…where…how did you get that?” Susan asked even more impressed.
“My parents had a party a while ago and I spirited a bottle away in the
midst of the celebration,” Nancy said innocently.
“Wow,” was all Susan could say. Nancy opened the champagne fairly
professionally it seemed to Susan, and they took a sip after toasting their
evening. The sandwiches were scrumptious, the champagne was strong, and
they both were buzzing when they went to get ready for the `fashion show’.
“The shower is yours first, since you’re the guest,” Nancy said. “Fresh
razors and cream can be found by the sink if you want to shave.”
How could she think of everything!? thought Susan.
As Susan took her shower buzzing and shaving away, Nancy looked over
Susan’s makeup and began choosing her first look of the night. She’d
already showered and was eager to get started. She’d shaved extra close to
her pussy lips and was already excited, heated up from the shower and
attention to her privates. She poured herself another glass of champagne
as she sat at the mirror. She liked a particular shade of nail polish that
Susan had, so she applied that first to her fingers and toes. It was an
iridescent red with purplish undertones. Whenever the light hit her nails
just right the purple would show up. When she applied the clear polish her
nails really shone in the light.
Next she worked on her eyes, matching an eye shadow to her nail color. A
little blush and some dusky shine to her lips. Now she could chose her
clothes. She heard the shower stop and her heart skipped a beat knowing
that Susan was going to be dressing soon. Nancy was so excited to see what
she would wear.
Susan had already planned to put on some dark colored pantyhose without
panties, a short black satin skirt with ruffles that came to about mid
thigh and a tight gold top. At the last minute she put on a black satin
bra that sort of pushed up her breasts and made her top look even more
sexy. It was tight enough that her bra clearly showed. She topped her
outfit off with some two-inch open-toed heels. They made her walk with a
sway that she got her feelingsneak preview tonight kinda hot.
Just as she was walking out, Nancy put on some music and Susan saw what
Nancy was wearing. She was breathtaking.
Nancy had chosen her tiger print silk mini dress, one that was tight and
clingy. She’d gone without a bra. She was wearing black sheer pantyhose
and three-inch heels. She looked fantastic to Susan.
The music got them both to dancing. Nancy made sure Susan’s glass was
refilled with some of the champagne. They rocked to the music and
gradually drew closer together. A slower song played and they took turns
leading as they danced arm in arm. Susan was really enjoying holding her
best friend this close, feeling her ass occasionally as they moved
together, sometimes their breasts touching. She moved close to Nancy’s
mouth and lightly kissed her.
“Mmmm,” responded Nancy. Their legs rubbed against each other as they
started to move closer.
It was at this point that Nancy’s father returned to the house to
retrieve a photo album that he had promised to bring to the party. He had
let himself in silently hoping that he could sneak in and get the album and
sneak out without disturbing his daughter and her friend. The loud music
had initially made it easy for him. But now his attention was on this
incredible sight of two teenage girls dancing so closely together. He hid
in the shadows and watched.
The two girls kissed again, this time longer and practically standing in
one place, until the slow song ended. They had been caressing each other’s
asses when the song stopped.
The next one was a pounder, loud and fast, and Nancy shouted, “Hey let’s
change into something more sexy!”
“Okay,” Susan agreed, excited as to where this might go.
Nancy’s father was amazed at what he was seeing. He really wanted to
stay and see what they would wear and do next. He decided he would chance
it and stay hidden for a little while longer. He hardly considered how he
would make his exit.
Several songs later the two girls reappeared. Susan was wearing a
corset-like dress with her dark pantyhose and shoes with three-inch heels
now. She’d put some sparkly eye shadow on and lipstick that was
iridescent. Nancy had changed into a garter dress and stockings. At the
last she’d put on her satin panties and found her four-inch heels to wear.
The two immediately began dancing close and kissing whenever the music
allowed them a moment together. They were both feeling the beat of the
music and the buzz of the champagne. Susan poured each of them another
glass when the music stopped.
“You look so hot!” Susan said.
“So do you,” gushed Nancy.
“I dare you to take off your panties for this next song,” Susan said.
“Ha, wait ’til you hear what I dare for you!” Nancy said as she skimmed
her panties off and started dancing.
It was at this point that Nancy’s father decided he’d better leave. He
was so excited! But his sense got the better of him and while the girls
were distracted with Susan’s dare he slipped out with the album he had
originally gone there for. The girls had no clue he had been there. There
would be long lasting after-effects of his `visit’ however.
“So what’s your dare?” Susan asked after the song.
“I dare you to touch me down there,” Nancy said, breathlessly. She knew
she was pushing it but couldn’t help herself.
The next song started and Susan came close to Nancy and held her. She
kissed her and then brought her right hand down to her uncovered pussy
under her dress and touched her, gently at first. Nancy moaned a little
from deep in her throat. Susan felt how wet Nancy was and began to stroke
her pussy lips using her moistness to caress her. They kissed again long
now and harder. Susan used her tongue to explore Nancy’s mouth. Nancy
yielded to Susan’s French kiss. She spread her legs wider so that Susan
could play more with her pussy. She felt Susan rubbing herself on Nancy’s
pantyhosed leg.
After awhile they both noticed that the music had stopped. Nancy was
the first to say something.
Still swirling from the champagne and their kissing, Nancy said,
“Weren’t you supposed to call your mom like at seven?”
“Oh, god, you’re so right, what time is it now?”
“Like ten o’clock,” Nancy said somewhat groggily.
“Ok, I’m going to call now, I don’t care if she yells at me,” Susan
decided.
While Susan called, Nancy went to freshen up. Mostly she wanted to find
some things for Susan to wear. She had something particular in mind. She
had a gold stretch lame dress with spaghetti straps that looked like it
could be painted on someone.
As she brought it out, Susan exclaimed, “Mom didn’t even seem to care
that I was calling so late.”
Nancy didn’t know whether to be sympathetic or excited. Maybe Susan
didn’t either. The champagne may have clouded their judgment.
“What do you have there?” Susan asked looking at the gold dress.
“Something made just for you,” Nancy responded. “There’s a garter belt
in there so you can still wear those sexy stockings.”
“Oooh, how cool!” and Susan took it into the bathroom to try on.
Nancy poured more champagne. She added a little bit of white powder to
their glasses. She thought this might make their evening more fun. She
had snuck the powder from her dad’s drawer.
Now the thought of her dad got her to thinking, What if she and Susan
could strike an interest in her father?
When Susan came out, Nancy gasped, but said, “Here, have a sip of this
before you go back and change.”
“What? How do I look? You want me to change already? I kinda like how
this clings to me.”
“Hush, girl,” Nancy directed. “That dress is just crying out for you to
not be wearing a bra or panties under it. Keep your stockings on though,”
she said with a smile.
“Oh, I see,” Susan said as she took a sip of the champagne. “Mmm.” And
back she went.
Nancy put on some more music and came up behind Susan when she emerged.
“I love how this material is so tight on you.” Nancy brought her hands up
under Susan’s arms and caressed Susan’s breasts, squeezing and stroking
them through the gold lame. She brought Susan’s nipples to two hard points
making them stick out prominently. Susan began to sway as she backed into
Nancy. Nancy kept rolling Susan’s nipples between her fingers.
Then she brought her hands down Susan’s stomach brushing her crotch
before continuing on down her legs. She took Susan’s hands and brought
them up to Susan’s breasts. Susan moaned and began to caress herself as
Nancy continued to stroke Susan’s legs and hips. Every once and awhile she
would brush over Susan’s gold lame covered pussy. Softer at first and then
with more pressure. Susan pushed her crotch out to meet her best friend’s
stroking. Susan was loving this attention, but she wanted to do some
things to Nancy.
“God, that feels so good, I’m all shaky from the inside,” Susan said.
“I want to make you feel this good. Go in my gym bag and find the burgundy
demibra. Take off your dress, leave on your pantyhose and just wear the
bra and hose for me. Ok?”
“Whatever you say, milady,” Nancy said. She was really feeling the buzz
of the drink. While Nancy was changing Susan sipped some more champagne.
She kept playing with her nipples that still stood out hard through the
dress. She had started to rub her thighs together a little too. She was
moist down there, she could tell.
When Nancy stepped out, as if on cue, the music started loud and hard
again, and the girls stepped back and danced watching each other hungrily.
Nancy’s look was especially erotic in her dark hosed legs and high heels
and bra that seemed to hold her nipples out to be touched. She’d put her
hair up and the effect was smashing. Susan was so enjoying moving to the
music in her tight dress. It seemed to caress her almost as much as
Nancy’s hands had. As they danced close to each other they would pat or
squeeze or rub their partner until finally they stayed close when a slow
song came up. They started kissing again. Deep, wet, full mouth kissing.
Their hands were all over each other. Susan made sure to play with Nancy’s
easy to reach nipples. Nancy had very sensitive nipples and Susan’s play
practically put her over the edge. She was so jingly now and groaning
outloud that she didn’t hear the phone ringing. Susan did.
“What time is it? Susan asked. “Oh, my God, it’s midnight! Nancy,
that’s your parents calling. You better answer it!”
Reluctantly Nancy pulled herself away from Susan’s embrace. She went to
turn down the music while Nancy answered the phone.
“They’re coming home tonight!” Nancy exclaimed. “I can’t believe our
luck. Mum said something about Dad wanting to get an early start tomorrow
on something.”
“Well, we’d better clean up a little,” Susan said looking at the
champagne glasses. She came over to Nancy and gave her a kiss on her lips.
“We can continue some of this in my room after my parents go to sleep,”
said Nancy.
They cleared away any incriminating evidence of their hot evening and
were in Nancy’s room when her parents came home. Little did they know that
Nancy’s dad had been the driving force behind coming home that night so
that he could maybe catch some more of their night together. The girls had
changed into their night clothes but with a twist.
“Hey, do you want to wear my nightie and I wear yours?” asked Susan.
“Ooh, yeah, that would be cool,” Nancy said. Nancy immediately liked
Susan tastes in her night clothes—a sheer babydoll in pink. Susan loved
Nancy’s as well—a silk bikini thong and top in purple.
And that is what Nancy’s parents saw them in briefly when they peeked in
to say good night. Susan noticed Nancy’s fathers’ looks at them, quick as
it was.
Nancy brought up the subject though as they settled down in Nancy’s
queen size bed. “What do you think of my dad?”
“What do you mean?” Susan asked cautiously.
“Do you think he’s hot?”
“Well, yeah , I guess I do,” Susan admitted.
Nancy grinned. “I have a plot. But first…” And she kissed Susan full
on the lips. They resumed their lovemaking and were sometimes fairly loud
as they got each other off several times.
Nancy’s dad couldn’t sleep and had planned to sneak up to his daughter’s
door and try to hear anything that might be happening. He wasn’t
disappointed. This fueled his imagination for his daughter’s best friend
and even for his daughter. It was well past two a.m. when it was quiet in
his daughter’s bedroom and he finally went to his own bed.
Meanwhile for an hour Susan and Nancy had whispered back and forth about
their plan to seduce Nancy’s father. This practically got them excited
enough to start another round of lovemaking. But their exhaustion won out
and they fell asleep in each others’ arms around three a.m.