The Babysitters

The Babysitters by pointless (killallhippes@gmail.com)

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(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. "S...o 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 naive 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.