Bosom buddies. That was what my mom always called me and Charity. While the term usually made me and my best friend snicker, I couldn't help but think of it now, when the two of us stood facing each other in my bedroom.

A few minutes earlier, Charity had arrived at my house and let herself inside. The sound of her bounding up the steps made me grin. It was a Saturday afternoon, and since my parents would be gone till early evening, Charity and I would have complete privacy.

And we would definitely need it. On my bed, a present waited for my friend. I considered it a belated graduation gift now that she and I were finally finished with high school. Unfortunately, it was a gift she would be forced to hide from her devoutly religious parents. Still, I didn't regret the purchase. If anything, I hoped it would encourage Charity to be more independent. Though she and I had turned eighteen the previous spring, she remained careful not to upset her parents in any way.

In a few weeks, I'd be headed off to a college several hours away, while Charity would be traveling halfway around the world for a months-long trip with a group of young missionaries. She claimed to be excited about it, but I had to wonder if she'd made the decision to delay her education for a year in order to please her family. 

Sweet Charity dreaded conflict of any kind, which made it all the more surprising when she recently told me about a sexy bra and panty set she'd seen in the window of a lingerie shop in town. "I'd love to wear something like that," she'd confessed in a quiet, wistful voice. "Just once."

So I dipped into my meager savings and splurged on the lingerie, buying a set for myself as well as Charity. We were so close that I didn't even need to ask her size.

As Charity made her way down the hall to open my bedroom door, I gave my reflection in the full-length mirror one last glance. Having already changed into the black bra and panties, I aimed for an alluring pose. My fingers trailed over the lace when I rested a hand on my hip. Dark blonde curls tumbled down my back, and my lips, which were fixed in a sultry pout, shone with pink gloss. 

The moment Charity saw me, her shriek made me thankful the house was otherwise empty. "Rowyn! You look gorgeous!"

My friend was so busy admiring me that she didn't even notice her gift on my bed. Nodding toward it, I replied, "You will, too."

Her eyes grew wide when she spotted the lingerie I'd laid out for her. "You didn't!"

"I sure did!" I told her with a huge smile.

Charity threw her arms around me with a force that made us both stumble. "You are the best! Thank you!"

A pleasurable warmth surged through my belly and chest as I hugged her back. "You're welcome, sweetie. Now try them on!"

With another excited squeal, Charity dashed to my bed. I watched as she held up the bra, then the panties so she could ooh and aah over them. Her brown hair was almost as long as mine, and it swayed from side to side while she bounced on the balls of her feet. Her fair cheeks were already flushed, and her blue eyes were bright. I couldn't stop myself from thinking about how beautiful she was. 

After I turned my back to Charity so she could change, she let out another cry. "Rowyn, you have such a sexy butt!"

The panties I now wore flashed a lot of cheek, enough to reveal the tan lines my bikini bottoms had left behind. I gave my ass a playful shake, which made Charity erupt into giggles. "Hurry up and change!" I urged her.

"Alright, alright!" 

A brief silence fell between us while Charity stripped out of her clothes and then put on the lingerie. I knew the second she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, for her dramatic gasp was clearly audible. "Oh, my goodness!"

Turning around, I stopped short. My friend was absolutely stunning. "Wow, you could be a model, Charity!"

Though she rolled her eyes, I knew my compliment delighted her. And I certainly wasn't exaggerating! Charity's figure was more voluptuous than mine, her breasts fuller and her butt curvier. I tried not to blatantly stare at the beautiful young woman before me.

"I feel so different," she said while sliding her hands over the lingerie. "So... sexy."

"You are sexy!"

Beaming, Charity closed the distance between us. Without a hint of shyness, she thrust out her boobs and asked, "Do you think Leo would like me in this?"

Leo had graduated along with us, and though Charity had a huge crush on the guy, I didn't see what was so great about him. But then again, I'd recently embraced the fact that I was attracted solely to women. Aside from my parents, Charity was the only person who knew that about me. 

"Leo would be drooling all over you!" I told her.

"You really think so?" Charity moved even closer until her body was pressed against mine. Since we were almost the same height, our breasts were now smooshed together. "Look, Rowyn, we really are bosom buddies!"

As we both howled with laughter at that, she made a show of sweeping her tits against mine. The sensation drew a quiet moan from my lips even as I worried my nipples might be getting hard. I kept staring at her gorgeous breasts, the cleavage enticingly displayed in that lacy bra. 

Suddenly, Charity stopped laughing. When I forced myself to meet her gaze, I noticed just how close her lips were to my own. "Rowyn," she whispered. I'd never seen that kind of heat in her eyes before. I stood completely still, afraid speaking a word would end this spell we'd somehow cast upon ourselves. 

It was Charity who lifted a hand to stroke my cheek. And it was Charity who pressed her mouth to mine. Our first kiss was both desperate and a bit awkward while we turned our heads ever so slightly this way and that. But once we'd gotten it right, I eagerly slipped my arms around her waist. Had I ever imagined Charity parting her lips and then welcoming my tongue between them? Yes, and more than a few times. Did I ever think it would actually happen? Never in a million years.

Our kiss grew more fervent, and when my palms slid lower to cup Charity's ass, she released a moan full of lust. My friend was so aroused that I could feel her hips rocking, as if she was unable to contain her need.

Impatiently, I worked at the clasp of her bra, and Charity was quick to do the same for me, but rather than give me a chance to lower the straps myself, she tugged them down with a force that made me gasp.

Her gaze settled on my small tits with their dark pink nipples, and I couldn't resist thrusting them at her, the way she'd shoved her breasts at me earlier. With trembling hands, she fondled my nipples, gently rolling them between her fingers. A guttural sound escaped my throat as I watched her tease my flesh to an almost painful stiffness. Now that her bra hung loosely from her shoulders, I didn't hesitate to remove it. The moment her gorgeous breasts were exposed my view, I felt a throb deep within my pussy.

Charity let out a soft cry when I lowered my head and took her nipple between my lips. That peak was a pale rose color, not all that much darker than her skin. She wove her fingers through my hair, holding me firmly to her tit. Though I got a little carried away, playfully biting and then sucking hard, she didn't try to dissuade me.

Growing braver, I slid a hand into her panties. Like me, she was shaved smooth. Already, she was so wet! I got her juice all over my fingers when I caressed her inner folds. 

Charity's grip on my hair grew surprisingly firm as she guided me to her mouth for another kiss. We stumbled toward the bed, our hands exploring. "Are you sure you want this?" I managed to ask.

"I'm sure," Charity replied breathlessly. To show just how much, my friend pulled me down with her.

I planted kisses on her face and lips, and then her neck. Lingering over her breasts, I gathered them in my hands and brought the nipples as close together as I could. As I swept my tongue across each one, she started rolling her hips again. 

I made my way downward, my lips trailing over her belly. Charity lifted her ass from the bed in order to make it easier for me to pull down her panties. Once I got them all the way off, I held the damp crotch to my face and inhaled deeply. 

"Rowyn!" Charity's eyes grew wide with astonishment. 

Flashing a grin, I said, "Oh, I'm going to do a lot more than just smell your pussy."

My friend's cheeks flushed an even brighter red, yet she eagerly spread her legs for me. Unable to control myself, I licked her slick folds, drawing my tongue from her opening toward her clit. Though my mouth started watering, it seemed no amount of saliva would weaken the taste of her pussy on my tongue. 

Charity propped herself up on her arms to watch me. Her brow was furrowed, and her tits rose and fell with her shallow breaths. Using a fingertip, I massaged her clitoris ever so gently. She whimpered and writhed, nodding for more. I soon discovered that her clit was more sensitive than mine; too much direct stimulation made her uncomfortable, and she would try to withdraw from my touch. But if I made circles around that swollen nub, and caressed the sides, it drove her absolutely wild! 

For several minutes, I simply studied her responses. When I finally worked up the nerve to pleasure her with my tongue, using the same technique that my fingers had employed, she begged, "Just like that, Rowyn! Oh, please!" 

I didn't try to slide a finger inside her pussy. The last thing I wanted to do was to dampen her pleasure with pain, and I feared I might break her hymen. By the sounds she was making, and by the rhythmic movement of her hips, I sensed she was already close, and teasing her clit would be more than enough to send her over the edge.

Extending my tongue, I flicked its tip against Charity's clit, my pace intense enough to draw a low scream from her throat. I knew exactly where she was at that moment, lingering in the realm where bliss became nearly unbearable. I sensed that the stimulation bordered on too much, but she withstood it.

The first orgasmic contraction made her spine arch, and she tried to clamp her thighs around me. Slowing the speed of my tongue, I continued to pleasure her sweet little clit. When she finally wriggled in my grasp, breathing hard and fast, I released her. My warm breath wafted over her pussy, and my hands slid upward to cup her tits. 

Charity's stare remained fixed on me as I sat up and took off my panties. They were soaked through, and I was glad to be rid of them. Balancing on my knees, I gazed at my friend's pussy while fingering my own. I was desperately horny, aching to come. Though it would have been enough to simply look upon Charity, naked and satisfied, as I furiously masturbated, my friend had other plans.

With her own wicked grin, she held out her arms to me, and I didn't hesitate to rest my body on top of hers. Our kisses were full of both lust and affection. "Will you help me come?" I whispered against her lips.

"Of course," she whispered back. "What do you want me to do?"

I feared asking too much; never did I want Charity to regret a second of this. So I smoothed her hair back from her hot face and then spread her legs even wider. It took a few moments of fumbling and lining up our pussies, but I soon had my sex firmly against hers. Realizing what I intended to do, Charity hooked her legs around my thighs, anchoring us together.

We were both so wet that there was no friction whatsoever as I began moving my hips and rubbing Charity's clit with my own. Mine was quite large, which helped me get the stimulation I craved. It wasn't long before I'd worked up a sweat, pumping away between my friend's thighs. "Is that too much?" I asked her through heavy breaths.

"No, it feels... oh, it feels so good, Rowyn!" 

I lowered my head to give Charity another fierce kiss. When I circled my hips, she and I simultaneously cried out. I felt her trembling but had no idea she was so close until another series of spasms coursed through her body. Her fingertips burrowed into my skin as she succumbed to the climax.

I was in such a frenzy that the bed's headboard rhythmically smacked against the wall from my effort to reach my own release. My clit pulsed while the pre-orgasmic tension ratcheted up within my core. "Fuck, your pussy's gonna make me come!" I growled. Though I normally tried not to swear around Charity, I couldn't help it now.

Still quaking, my friend urged me on. "Yes, Rowyn, come for me!"

Until that moment, I had no idea my body was capable of moving with such a powerful, intense rhythm. I refused to show myself or Charity any mercy, and when the orgasm finally gripped me, I kept my hot, slick flesh nestled against hers. In her embrace, I shuddered and screamed, my mind reeling. It was far more than the stimulation to my clit, I realized. It was also the closeness I shared with Charity. Her satisfaction and pleasure served to heighten my own. 

For a while afterward, I lay in her arms while she stroked my hair. "Thank you, Rowyn," she whispered, "not just for the sexy gift, but for making me feel sexy, too."

Lifting my head, I gave her a loving smile. "I'm always happy to do that."

And Charity invited me several times that summer, until we both left our hometown for vastly different destinations. While we were apart, I worried our friendship would fade, or worse, that she would regret what we'd shared.

But when we were reunited at Christmas, I discovered my fears were unfounded. Upon seeing each other for the first time in months, we hugged and let out gleeful screams. And then we went to my room in order to catch up. I told her all about my first semester at college, and she revealed more about her new boyfriend, Shawn, who was a fellow missionary in his early twenties. She seemed to have thrived on her trip, and I was happy she'd found love.

Leaning closer, Charity whispered, "Shawn wants to wait until marriage before we do anything truly intimate. But..." She lifted her sweater, offering me a glimpse of the lacy black bra beneath. "I really want to feel sexy right now."

Unable to hide my delighted grin, I reached for her. "Let me show you just how sexy you are."