Chapter 8

They started kissing, and with every nerve fiber of her body crackling, Maggie did what she had thought about doing since the lumps on Sammy’s chest became obvious. She grabbed her best friend’s tit, and it was as if she had always known what to do with it.

Sammy’s hand was on Maggie’s stomach, a fingertip circling her belly button, then it wasn’t. Fingernails raking tender flesh fired off signals in Maggie’s brain that made her body insane with sensations. It was as if she could feel every pubic hair Sammy’s fingers raked through on their way down, down, down.

Surges of blood rushed in roaring whooshes through Maggie’s ears. Three fingertips had rounded the curve. The one in the middle curled, gently tugging upward on the skin that protected Maggie’s most sensitive nub of flesh. She wondered how it had taken her so many years to find it, yet Sammy had gone directly there and was already stroking it exactly how Maggie wanted.

Both of her legs tried to fly open, but one was blocked by Sammy’s body. Maggie whimpered when Sammy grasped her crotch and dragged a finger up the center of her labia. It parted and Maggie gasped as the inflamed insides were exposed to the cool air.

Sammy’s fingertip circled the opening. “Maggie ... may I?” The question that would be asked many times in the future rarely required Maggie to answer verbally.

The feel of Sammy’s tit, the hard nipple pressing into her palm, the moist panting peppermint breath on her cheek, the leg wrapped around hers, and her best friend’s eyes staring into hers all contributed to the orgasm Sammy’s thrusting finger and clit-grinding hand caused. It might have been silent, or maybe not, but in Maggie’s mind, she was wailing when it hit, and she knew the climaxes she’d been giving herself hadn’t been real orgasms.

Beyond acknowledging how good it had been, they didn’t discuss what it meant for them. They continued exploring sex, fucking when the mood and opportunity coincided, and even had boyfriends while doing it. It went on like that for a long time, but one day, after intense lovemaking, Maggie had to know, so she asked, “What does this mean?”

“Why does it have to mean anything?” Sammy asked.

“It has to mean something,” Maggie said. “We have boyfriends, and we’re, ah, we just, you know, with each other. Are we bi or lesbos, are we together, or what?”

Sammy kissed her forehead and asked, “What does Cindy say?”

Maggie did what she always did when Sammy asked that question, she started singing, “Oh, girls just wanna have fun.”

Sammy said, “That’s right, oh, mommy dear, we’re not the fortunate ones, we’re girls, and we’re gonna have fun. Who cares what we call it, we just wanna have fun. And of course, we’re together, and we’ll always be together, best friends to the end.”

Margaret was hot from the sun and alcohol, but her trip down memory lane had set a fire, soaking her bikini crotch through. She sat up and put a foot on each side of the chair. Her hand was on her stomach, fingers trembling as Margaret considered her next move. It would have been exciting to do herself where one of the staff might see her, but she knew the brazen act wouldn’t satisfy her.

An orgasm wasn’t enough, not without what her heart, mind, and body craved. Margaret stood quickly, and her brain swam in a dizzy fog. It took a minute before she felt steady enough to walk.

The inside of the mansion seemed colder than it normally would, and Margaret wished she hadn’t decided to say fuck it and forgo the sundress. What will Lilly think if she sees my huge nipples, Margaret thought. When she lived with Samantha, they rarely wore clothes. Oh, they had so much fun with the delivery guys.

Margaret went to the kitchen to exchange her empty glass for a glass of water to take to her room. Jennifer’s body swayed rhythmically until she saw Margaret. “What are you listening to?”

Jennifer’s cheeks flushed, and Margaret remembered she was practically naked, and her nipples were obscenely erect. “It’s, uh, it’s Mazie,” Jennifer said. “Here.” She reached out with an earbud and surprised Margaret by inserting it for her. The delicate fingertip that slid over her earlobe sent goosebumps down her arms.

A contagious beat made Margaret’s body move as she listened to the fast pace of the lyrics, “Get into my bed, girls just wanna have, girls just wanna have, girls just wanna have sex. Oh fuck, she’s eating me out, I’m trying not to scream on her parents’ couch.”