Boobs. There's just something about them that tends to catch my eye ever since my boobs came in at a young age. As Sandra stood topless in front of me, I couldn't help but admire how her boobs looked. They were large and firm with delightfully pronounced nipples. They looked similar in size and shape to mine. Mine were a bit perkier back in those days and I'd say that Sandra and I had the best boobs on the volleyball team.

Sandra didn't seem shy about being topless. She had finished showering and blow-drying her hair and emerged from the bathroom in only a pair of short mesh shorts. I had showered earlier and was already in bed reading a book at that moment. We were sharing a hotel room while traveling for a volleyball tournament. I was getting late and we knew that coach would want us up early to get to the gym and warm up before the tournament.

Sandra was going through her things and presumably getting organized for our early morning tomorrow.

“Hey, Claire,” she looked at me and smiled. “Look what I have for us.”

She reached into her bag and pulled out a small bottle of tequila. As a senior, Sandra was old enough to buy alcohol, whereas I wasn't as a mere freshman. Sandra and I had roomed together before and it wasn't uncommon for us to have a few drinks and some girl talk while on the road. We usually had other girls in the room with us, but this time it was just me and Sandra sharing the room alone.

“That looks like fun,” I replied. “Should we see if any of the other girls want to join us?”

“I don't know. I only have this small bottle. I feel like having a little bit of fun, but I don't want to get too crazy. Let's drink a little and then see what we feel like doing.”

She eagerly grabbed two hotel glasses and started to pour. I don't know if she realized she was still topless and I couldn't help but sneaking additional looks and her boobs. I joined her at the desk area where we clinked glasses and took a drink. I just took a small sip of mine, but she took the whole thing down.

“Ahhh, this is just what I needed,” she remarked. “It's been a long week and this drink is hitting the spot. Do you mind if we don't invite the others over tonight? I'll get dressed if needed, but there's no way I'm putting a bra back on until tomorrow. We'll be wearing our sports bras all day for the tournament. Our A and B cup friends don't know the struggle,” she laughed.

“I hear ya,” I laughed back. “No bras needed tonight. I tried turning the heat down, but it's still kinda warm in here. Or is it the tequila making me warm? I'm used to drinking tequila with lemon and salt like we do back on campus.”

“It is a little warm in here, but I'm fine with it. I'll be sure to bring lemon and salt next time, but drink up for now.”

She poured another that we drank at a more casual pace as we sat on the couch. She vented to me for a bit, mostly about school work and such as she continued to pour the tequila for us. I eventually changed the subject to talk about the parties we'd go to when we got back to campus tomorrow and the boys we hoped to see there. The heat must have finally turned off during that conversation.

“I'm getting a little chilly. I guess I should put some clothes on,” she said as she stood up.

“Is that why your nipples got so hard?” I just kind of blurted out. Must have been the tequila talking.

Sandra looked to me with her hand on her hip and replied, “Yours are looking rather hard too.”

There was no denying it. “Yeah, it doesn't take much for them to get pokey,” I acknowledged with a bit of a giggle.

“Claire, you have great boobs. Instead of getting dressed, why don't we bump the heat up a little? I feel comfortable being undressed around you and I think you should take your shirt off.”

She bumped the heat up, poured another drink, then asked why I still had my shirt on. As she stood there in front of me, almost naked, I was attracted to her in a way I had never truly felt about a woman before. I wasn't sure what to do about these feelings. Was Sandra hitting on me or was she just trying to have a little innocent fun? I couldn't tell for sure.

“C'mon! I saw you checking out my boobs earlier,” she nudged. “It only fair that I get to see yours. I bet they look great. Aren't you comfortable with me?”

I think my nipples got even harder in that moment and I felt an unexpected tingle between my legs.

“Sure, It's no big deal,” I casually replied as I nervously took of my shirt. I tried to play it cool.

“Oh Claire, your tits look unreal!” she exclaimed with an excited tone in her voice. “Can I touch them,” she asked.

Before I could reply, both hands were on my bare boobs. There goes that tingle between my legs again.

“Wow, your tits are so firm. Your bra doesn't have to do much work. Here, feel mine,” she encouraged as she guided my hands to her boobs. I had felt my friend's boobs before, but never without a bra on. This was kind of exciting. I'm not terribly experienced at feeling boobs, although I had fondled my own bare boobs on more than one occasion.

I cupped Sandra's breasts, lifted them a little, and gave them a good squeeze. They felt a little heavier than mine. Her nipples were quite engorged at this point and I wasn't sure if that was due to sexual arousal or because she got cold earlier. I'm convinced my nipples were hard due to being aroused and I wasn't sure if I should be embarrassed by that.

I nervously commented about how nice Sandra's boobs were as I kind of got distracted by her scent. We were obviously standing really close at this point. I told her she smelled nice and asked her what kind of shampoo she used. I casually let my hands drop, then refilled my tequila.

I tried to downplay the boob touching as I changed the topic to our upcoming volleyball tournament. Admittedly, it felt both awkward and thrilling to continue to hang out topless. Eventually, I switched to water and declared I would be going to bed soon. I was clearly feeling the buzz. It was also getting late. I slipped my shirt back on as Sandra fiddled with the thermostat.

I climbed into my bed to get comfy. After Sandra turned out the light, she climbed into bed with me. I was somewhat surprised because there were two queen beds and I had assumed Sandra would sleep in the other one. She hadn't switched to water and was a little drunk and rather chatty. She said she wanted to chat just a little while longer before going to sleep. I decided to indulge in the conversation.

We somehow got to talking about sex and she inquired about the last time I had it. I admitted that it had been at least a few weeks since I had seen my boyfriend due to our volleyball schedule. She admitted to being at least a week she had had sex with her boyfriend. The conversation didn't seem too unusual as she and I had discussed our sex lives before.

“Don't you get extra horny when you haven't had sex in a while?” she inquired.

“I suppose I do,” I giggled, “but I'm still horny when I do have sex too.”

“I hear ya,” she replied. “I especially crave it when I haven't had sex in a while. Are you only having sex with Johnny these days or are you indulging your desires with others too?”

“It's been just Johnny lately, but I might give in to some cravings with the right person in the right situation. How about you? You seem happy with Craig. Are you having sex with anyone else?”

“Craig is great. He can be quite naughty as you know from some of the stories I've told you, but he also knows that I like some variety. I've had sex with a few other guys that you probably know. Some of them had girlfriends at the time. Does that make me slutty?”

“It probably does make you slutty,” I teased, “but we are young and not married yet. Now is the time to have some fun, right?”

“Exactly!” she replied. “I knew you would get it. Some people would judge negatively, but they probably have thoughts just as naughty as you and I. Have you ever had sex with another woman?"

My heart started to pound when she asked this question. I had never actually even truly considered having sex with a woman. I suspected Sandra might have. I wondered if she had gotten turned on when we had done our little boob play earlier too.”

“I'm not gay,” I replied. I'm not sure why I had such a stark reaction to her question, but it didn't seem to phase Sandra. "Of course not," she replied with a smile, "I know you're into guys, but sometimes nothing compares to a woman's touch. Surely, you've considered it?"

Okay, she's definitely into me sexually, at least I'm pretty sure at this point. She has a devilish look in her eye that makes me think we might not be going to sleep just yet. Surprisingly to me, the thought of potentially having sex with Sandra wasn't totally off-putting.

"Um, I hadn't considered it before. Have you?" I nervously asked.

"Oh yes, I've done it a few times. It can be quite thrilling. No need to be embarrassed about that kind of thing, right? After all, we were just touching each other's boobs, and I see you eying mine up right now."

Oh my goodness. She was right. I was eying up her boobs. They looked absolutely fantastic. I just kind of froze, not knowing what to say. I'm certain I'm attracted, at least a little, to Sandra at this point.

"Look, it's okay," Sandra assured me. "we're just a couple of friends caring for each other and having some fun while our men aren't available. I'm hot for you too," she said with a devilish smile before she moved in for a kiss. I admired how confident she was.

It was so thrilling and I felt a strong tingling in my pussy the way I typically feel with guys. I felt weird about it at first, but then I kissed her back. She slid my shirt off and we continued to kiss. I couldn't believe this was happening and I still wasn't quite sure where this was going. I could feel her big bare boobs rubbing against mine. My hand instinctively began to fondle her boobs as she did the same to me. There was some playful pinching and pulling on each other's nipples that was really turning me on and she seemed to be enjoying it as well. I was getting more comfortable with making out with Sandra and it felt sort of natural. I was gaining confidence and was truly enjoying the experience. It felt so naughty!

Before long, she was on top of me and one of her boobs was in my mouth. I never had a boob in my mouth before. I sucked on her nipple the way I know I like mine to be sucked, firm but not too aggressive. She was squeezing and fondling my boob as I sucked on her nipple. She has nice long nipples like me and it was thrilling to take it into my mouth. Her nipple was hard and had a bit of a reddish hue when I took it out of my mouth.

She repositioned herself lower on my body and our boobs pressed against each other's as she kissed my neck. She was kind of straddling my leg and her thigh was rubbing against my pussy, which felt great. I kind of arched my hips into her and she started to grind against my pussy. I may have let out a moan at this point, but I didn't care. It felt great! It reminded me of one of the first times I masturbated. That's probably a story for another time, but I basically humped a pillow until I orgasmed and I was starting to hope that this experience with Sandra would have a similar result.

"This feels so good," I said in a bit of a loud whisper.

"I know," Sandra replied confidently with a smile.

With that, she ditched her shorts and repositioned her leg up near my shoulder so that her pussy was basically rubbing against mine as she grabbed my boobs. She arched her back and was basically humping my pussy. Her big tits were bouncing around. She was starting to moan at this point. My pj shorts were the only thing between our pussies. The thin layer of fabric did very little to shield the sensations we were clearly both feeling in our pussies.

"Oh, this feels so good," I continued to repeat as it seemed to encourage Sandra to keep going as I was enjoying the feeling of my pussy rubbing against hers.

She scissor-fucked my crotch with increasing intensity until she orgasmed. She let out a profound moan, but I wasn't quite there yet and I wanted an orgasm too. I told her not to stop and she complied. Her face was flush and her nipples were nice and erect. I wondered if that's what I looked like post-orgasm. I grabbed her butt cheeks and pulled her close as I finally reached my orgasm.

Sandra gave me a kiss on the lips before laying on top of me. Our legs were still intertwined and our bare boobs were smooshed together. I held her close and we enjoyed a long moment of stillness before she rolled over and went to sleep.

There were a million thoughts going through my mind. I can't believe what I just did! I reached down and touched my crotch. The outside of my shorts was very wet from Sandra's juices. Or had my juices soaked through? There was more of a mess down there than I was expecting. Oh well. I slipped my shorts off. They definitely smelled of sex in a way that was new to me. I'm not sure which aromas were from her and which were from me, but I remember thinking it was a wonderful smell. I'm aroused right now thinking about it.

I tried to go to sleep. I wondered if this was something I would do again or if this was a one-time thing. Did Sandra really like me or was she just drunk? Did she just need a fix because Craig wasn't around? Did she enjoy our little act as much as I did? Will it be weird in the morning when we wake up in bed naked? Did anyone else hear Sandra's orgasm moan? It was louder than I was expecting. Did I moan when I orgasmed?

These thoughts and more filled my head as I finally drifted to sleep.