It was two months since Cindy had moved out of the family home to go to university.

She’s my big sister, the one person that I could chat with, explore my thoughts with. I guess what I’m trying to say is that I could be myself with her, no judgement or disappointment on her face, just a generous, loving friend.

 I’m Amy, and I live with my mum and dad and our dog Woody.

We’re a loving, supportive family, but my parents are very straight-laced, regular churchgoers and community-minded.

If there was a cause to be supported or a petition to be taken in our town, then my parents were the ones to see.

It was peaceful now that Cindy had gone, her natural wild child instincts were just too much for mum and dad to handle.

They loved her to pieces, but there was always friction between them, her choice of friends, taste in music, fashion sense, you get the picture. Small-town life isn’t for everyone.

It was also ‘kinda’ empty and lonely. I missed my big sis.

Anyway, my grade card came in the post last week, as all my averages were up, it was decided that as a reward I could move into Cindy’s old room over the garage.

It’s a big space and has its own kitchenette and separate outside access from the rear yard in addition to linking into the main house via the upstairs landing.

“Amy, your mother and I have discussed it, and we feel that you’ve earnt the extra responsibility, so please don’t do anything to disappoint us.” As you can see, Dad was not much for light-hearted congratulations.

We agreed that I could repaint the walls as Cindy always favoured rather dark colour schemes and purple is not really my style. Still, first, I had to sort out the stuff that Cindy had left behind.

Top of the list, I Skyped Cindy. I wanted to let her know that I was getting her old room and make sure she was on board and okay with that.

I knew she would be. I knew she would not be back often, but I needed her blessing.

“Ames, I love the idea of you being in my room and yes, do whatever you want with it. I will be back for Christmas and stuff, but honestly, it will only ever be short visits,” she said with a big smile on her face.

“If there’s anything you want me to save for you or post on, Cin, let me know.”

I slowly moved around the room, letting my tablet capture all the shelves and storage as I did so she could see what was there.

Once I had given her the grand tour, she said, “No, I brought everything important with me.” Cindy had a slight catch in her voice as she dabbed her eyes. “I had some great times and a few firsts in that room. Sweetheart it yours now... and hey, I love you.”

Then she was gone, back to her new life.

ooOOoo

Two days later, I had sorted through all the books and magazines Cindy had left behind. Most went to the goodwill store, but a few caught my eye, and I slipped them aside for later.

‘The Ultimate Guide to orgasm,’ ‘A Woman’s guide to masturbation’ and several other such titles were definitely worth keeping, I thought of all of the possibilities that the room offered me.

The clothes were next and there our tastes were really very different. Still, I found several tee shirts that reminded me of Cindy. I kept them to sleep in as they were really too big to wear normally. Cindy was not only taller than me, but her breasts were full D-cups, and my still developing A’s would struggle to fill the shirts.

To finish sorting everything out and to get the décor done, I decided to ask my BFF over.

Tabitha, a source of boundless energy and enthusiasm, was just what the job needed.

The idea of having a friend with a semi-private living space like this had clearly fired her imagination, and she was full of ideas for sleepovers and other wild schemes that my parents would surely have a fit over.

With two of us sorting and bagging, we made amazing progress. It’s not that Cindy was messy or dirty. If anything, she was a clean freak, but she did have a lot of stuff.

Tabitha was finishing emptying out a wall unit when she called me over, “Hey Amy, look here!”

She had found a plastic storage box at the very back of the top shelf.

Popping the lid, I looked inside, “Oh, that’s more thigh highs, you know how Cindy favoured fishnets and how mum hated them.”

“Yeah but she did look rather hot in them,” giggled Tabitha turning to empty the box onto the bed

Spreading the cellophane-wrapped packets across the bed, I realised that these weren’t ordinary stockings but body stockings. Three unopened sets one in black, one in red and the last in white.

“Naughty girl, your Cindy, look, they’re open crotch!” Tabitha, always the more adventurous of us was eagerly scanning the packet for more details.

It was then that I noticed how her nipples were erect and poking against her tee.

Quickly checking the other packets, we found sexy patterned stockings with bold black stripes, sheer gauzy panties and bras, suspenders and even a set of soft leather lingerie.

Finding this secret side of my sis definitely gave me a bit of a thrill. Imagining her wearing this stuff sent a distinct quiver through my pussy.

Grabbing a roller-step, we quickly returned to the closet to check for any more goodies. Two more storage boxes awaited us.

The first was not as deep but wider, you know the things, opaque in different colours and stackable with clip-on lids.

I think we were both holding our breath as we popped the lid. There was a definite buzz in the air.

Nestled inside on a bed of tissue paper was a pile of soft leather straps.

Carefully I lifted them from the box and shook them out. “Oh god, it’s a leather body harness,” I gasped now with a distinct tingle assailing my pussy. My hands were shaking as I held it up.

Tabitha moved to slip her hands between the straps. “WOW! It’s made to show not hide,” she smirked. She slipped her hands through the webbing, highlighting how the wearer’s breasts would be exposed for all to see.

Withdrawing her hands, she returned to the box and wrapped in black tissue paper was another bodysuit. Leather again, but the webbing was finer and more tightly meshed.

“Amy, you would look so hot in this,” she squealed.

“ME?” I squeaked, my throat suddenly dry.

“Yes, your dancer’s body and sweet little tits would look amazing in it.”

“You think my tits are sweet?”

“Fuck, yes, I know you think they’re small, but I think they’re amazing.”

This was a whole new side to my best friend. We had met and bonded instantly on our very first kindergarten day and been best friends ever since.

“Do you spend a lot of time looking at other girls’ tits?”

“More than you might think.” she giggled. “Come on, let’s open the last box.”

By now, I was starting to feel somewhat overwhelmed, so I pushed the last box toward Tabi, “Your turn, I’ve opened two.”

“It’s heavier and rattles.” Tabi had picked the box up and was tilting it from side to side.

I studied my friend as she moved to open the lid. Spikey blond hair with a very slight hint of lilac tinting the very tips, bright blue mischievous eyes and a swimmer’s body, toned and lightly muscled with firm C-cup breasts. I was looking at her with a new perspective.

“OH, oh, Amy, your Cindy was a naughty girl.”

I tore my eyes away from my friend to see what she had found, and my heart skipped a beat, probably because of the rush of blood and moisture to my pussy, which by now I swear was throbbing.

There, laying on the tissue from the other boxes, was a pile of sex toys. A large red rabbit, a black veiny rubber cock complete with balls. Other stuff too, two red balls joined on a cord and looking like glossy cherries, another cord with purple beads strung from it, a short stubby cone.

Obviously, I recognised the vibe and the dildo, but I was in the dark over the other bits. Not so was Tabitha, who was gleefully sorting through the pile whilst reciting aloud, “Ben-wa balls, anal beads, double dildo, ooh a butt plug.”

“Tabs, you know what this stuff is?” I said, finally finding my voice.

“You bet I do, it’s a treasure chest, a fortune in pleasure,” my now highly animated and slightly breathless friend exclaimed.

Suddenly there’s a loud knocking at the door and my mother’s voice, “Amy?”

I panicked and froze to the spot, “Yes, mom.”

Meanwhile, Tabitha had grabbed the four corners of the bedspread and pulled the whole pile off the bed and onto the floor out of sight, just as the bedroom door swung open.

“Hello Tabitha, I’ve bought you girls some fresh lemonade and to check on progress. The painters have called to say they will be here tomorrow.”

“We’ve just about finished mum and thanks for the drink.”

“That’s good; you must have been hard at it. You both look so flushed.”

Mum stayed a while asking after Tabitha’s parents and how were her university plans going.

I could see Tabi slowly pushing the bedcover under the bed frame with one foot as she chatted.

So cool.

ooOOoo

Three days later, Tabi came over to visit and help me layout my new room now painted in pastel colors. It had always been a large space, but now it seemed lighter and airier.

She also brought the backpack that we had hastily stuffed with the contents of the closet before she had gone home that evening.

The previous evening, I had skyped Cindy again, ostensibly to show her the finished room but also to sound her out on the goodies from the closet.

Cindy being Cindy she was totally cool about everything and not slightly embarrassed.

The stockings were her party and special occasion stock, the body stockings were when she wanted a good time and hard fucking as she put it grinning and the toys, well, all girls should have toys she laughed.

They were now her gift to me to do with as I liked, “You’re all grown up now,” she laughed.

She even suggested that I share with Tabi as she knew how close we were. The thought more than intrigued me, and I felt shivers course through my body.

Tabi unpacked everything onto the bed and explained that she had popped all the rubber toys in the dishwasher whilst her family was out. The vibe she had thoroughly washed by hand.

My immediate problem was where to hide everything. My mum would have flipped out if she found them.

It was Tabi who offered the solution; the deep blanket box in the corner was self-assembly, and by twisting the locking screw on either side of the plinth under the bottom drawer would slide free, leaving a void deep enough to take all the goodies.

Quickly we tested the theory, and it worked like a dream. The thing was it worked too well as if this was not the first time Tabi had done this.

With a fit of guilty giggles, she confessed to learning the trick from her big sister, who had gifted her a vibrator when she left for the air force.

That took me back some, I had no idea that my lifelong friend had a vibe. Yes, we had talked of how our bodies were changing and how we were feeling alien needs and urges, but neither of us had really opened up on what we did about them.

Checking the clock, I could see it was getting later and time for Tabitha to head home. Tabi lived just three streets over, but whenever she came over in the evening, one of my parents would always walk her to her street.

Quickly I shared my other news. My parents were going away for the three-day weekend, a retreat for church elders and leaders to gather and discuss future church business. I told Tabi this would allow us to further explore the possibilities. Her eyes gleamed as she agreed.

Mum had agreed that Tabitha, as she always called her, could stay over for the weekend. No boys, no alcohol, no parties and Mrs. Walker next door would be monitoring our house for compliance.

To be honest, Mrs. Walker would need no urging as every time someone approached our house, her curtains would twitch.

ooOOOo

I had just finished waving off my parents and sketching a cheeky wave towards the Walker house when Tabi came around the corner.

Taking a sack of snacks from her, I lead the way around the back of the garage and to my private entrance.

“Mum and Dad have set the house alarm leaving this door unarmed,” I explained as we climbed the wooded steps and entered my space.

Pausing to kick off our sneakers, we hugged and dropped into the beanbag chairs that surrounded the floor rug.

“I love this space, you’re so lucky.” Tabi was gazing around and taking in the room.

“Honestly, I think my parents were keen to create a home office and still have a guest room, and that’s why they suggested this, and of course, you are welcome anytime.”

We decided to order take out; thin crispy Italian style pizza with side salads, and once it had been delivered, we would change into our PJs.

While we waited, I retrieved the goodies from the blanket box, and we sorted through the cellophane packets.

I could feel my pulse, and my tummy had gone all tight and tickly as we sorted through the stockings.

“Oh, these stockings need a garter belt to wear them,” I groaned, “Cindy must have taken hers with her.”

“Pass me my backpack.” Tabi was smiling as she pointed.

Quickly she unzipped the bag and produced two lacy black belts and two pairs of high heeled pumps.

“Maggie said we could borrow these for the weekend so long as we don’t snap a heel, and we wash the belts.”

Maggie was Tabi’s elder sister and would be leaving for Uni in the autumn.

“Was it Maggie that gave you the vibe?”

“No, that was Lisa, she told me that us girls must stick together,” she laughed.

The pizza came, and we dispensed with it in a most unladylike rush. We were both eager to move on with the evening.

Once we had eaten, we decided to shower and then try on the stockings.

The first pair I tried were the micro fishnets. I slowly eased them over each foot before gently rolling them up my freshly shaved legs.

I was just about to fasten the suspender belt around my waist when Tabi stopped me.

“Am I doing this wrong?” I asked, checking the hook and eye fastenings.

“No, silly, but you can’t wear stockings and a suspender belt over plain cotton panties; it just doesn’t look right.”

“But I only have cotton, mum insists that that is what good girls wear,” I pleaded.

“So, take them off. It will look sexier anyway.” urged Tabi.

My stomach flipped through another series of summersaults as I eased the blue fabric down my legs. Tabi and I had seen each other naked many times over the years, but this was different. I could feel my pussy getting moist.

I attached the front straps and then felt for the rear ones.

“Here, let me,” suddenly Tabi’s face was mere inches from my pussy. My now swollen and sensitive lips could feel her breath as she moved closer.

Then her soft, warm hands were brushing over my bottom cheeks as she gently fastened the rear straps.

Resting back on her heels, she passed me a pair of black patent pumps and told me to put them on and lose the tee.

Turning to admire myself in the mirror, I let my eyes linger on my small breasts, now topped with rigid pink nipples. I then looked at my pert little ass and then my legs. Toned as they were from high school dance classes, they looked so good in the stockings.

I ran my hands up my thighs, allowing my fingers to trail through tufted brown curls that covered my mound.

“Amy, you look so fucking hot.” Tabi was openly feasting her eyes on my semi-naked body.

“Okay, your turn,” I urged.

Tabi quickly shucked her clothes off, revealing her lovely bouncy breasts. Naked, she bent to ease the stockings on. She had chosen a traditional black pair with back seams and little diamond shapes just above the ankles.

I choked a breath in as she bent over, her pussy, pink and unmistakably moist was on show. Not a wisp of her blonde hair was left.

Hearing my gasp, she turned, grinning toward me, “Nice look, eh. I saw Maggie shaving last week, and I thought it looked so hot.”

Dumbly I just nodded, my eyes fixed on her slick pussy.

Stepping to slip into the other pair of pumps, she took my hand, turning me toward the full-length mirror.

My heart was hammering. The two of us looked so different, so much like our elder sisters.

We had waited so long to reach this age, to be, to be women, I guess.

Soon it would be our turn to leave home and take our places in the world. We had both come a long way since kindergarten.

For a long moment, we both stood still. Just our eyes flicking between our images.

Me skinny, with my small-breasted dancer’s frame, taught defined legs and ass, loosely trimmed nest of brown curls above my mound.

Tabi was a fraction shorter, dirty blonde hair in a spikey cut, fuller, rounder breasts, softer more contoured body and, of course, that smooth slick mound with her swollen lips fully exposed.

It was at this point my life; my world tilted on its axis.

Still holding my hand Tabi turned and hit me with her full 100-megawatt smile, all that energy and mischief wrapped up in a truly good person.

She turned and, without hesitation, locked her lips onto mine.

Her eyes remained open; her hands still loosely gripped my own.

At first, I resisted. Blood pounded in my head. Electricity raced throughout my body.

It only took minutes for my brain to spool back up.

I liked this, it felt so natural, so good.

I opened my mouth, felt her warm breath mix with my own, and felt her tongue slip between my lips.

Corny, I know, but time stood still. Honestly, we could have been standing there a minute, an hour, a day, I really couldn’t say.

Eventually, she released me and stepped back, “I just needed to do that, I’ve dreamed for so long of doing that.” Several large tears trickled from her bright blue eyes to trickle down her fair cheeks. “Are you mad at me; I couldn’t live without ever doing that.”

My mind choked. I struggled for the right words, and so I just pulled her back into my arms and gently kissed her tears away.

“I love you, Tabi, always have and always will,” I whispered in her ear. Hugging her tight and feeling her body relax into mine felt oh so right.

“Coke?” We separated, and I moved to the mini-fridge.

For a while, we just sat in silence, comfortable, companionable silence. No words were needed.

“Let’s try the body stockings, I want to see your girls stretching that net,” I whispered.

“My pleasure,” Tabi beamed back at me and offered her can in a toast.

Standing, we tapped cans together and moved to the bed.

If you’ve never worn a body stocking, all I can say is it takes a little squirming to get one on.

Tabi and I stood alongside my bed, knocking elbows, bumping butts and giggling. Oh, we did a lot of giggling, but eventually, we were dressed and stepped back into the heels.

I turned to admire Tabs, and oh god, did she look good.

Her full breasts were stretching the mesh fabric. Her engorged nipples all pale and pink were poking through the holes.

Without thought, I pushed her back onto the bed, and she fell back, raising her knees as she did so.

The open crotch was almost brutal in its effect. The net stretched away around her upper thighs to highlight her pale-skinned mound glistening and slick with her juices.

I grabbed one of her feet and kissed her toes through the mesh. Never thought of doing such a thing before but loved the feel, the warmth of her skin in my mouth and the growl of pleasure that broke free of her mouth.

I wanted to touch her, to touch her pussy. I wanted to feel her heat, to feel the slickness of the juices now so clearly leaking from her slit to coat her mound.

The question was, could I? Before that afternoon, I’d never considered such a thing. If I’m being honest, I was still getting familiar with touching my own pussy and the feelings it generated.

My eyes met Tabi’s, she was reading my mind. Her hips bucked in silent invitation, an unspoken plea. Her entire body was quivering in need.

I couldn’t recall a single time in our lives when she had not been there for me. Who was I to deny her this moment? Did I really want to deny myself this moment?

I smiled my acceptance and allowed my hands to move up her legs.

Fuller and curvier than my pins but no less muscled. She was a swimmer whilst I was a dancer. Slowly I slid my hands along the mesh, feeling her warmth and excitement through the fabric.

Every few inches, my hands would pause, and my fingers squeeze her flesh. The resultant shudder in her body turned me on so much.

My hands eventually encountered smooth, warm skin and my eyes flicked between the soft creamy pink flesh and those pleading blue eyes.

Her juices were warm and slick beneath my fingers as they slid toward her flower.

Tabi gasped and twitched in response. I had no proper idea of what to do next.

I instinctively let my finger trace along her labia. Swollen and flushed, they just drew me in.

I expected resistance, but my friend was too far gone. Just the slightest pressure and they split apart, and my fingertip found her entrance. So warm, so wet. Her flower was trying to suck my finger in.

Tabi was bucking her hips and groaning aloud, and so I pushed my finger deeper.

I let my entire finger enter my friend and then as she whimpered and twitched under me, I made my thumb caress that little bud atop her slit.

A giant spasm gripped her body as she wailed aloud. A deep, haunting wail that broke free from deep inside of her. I held my hand still as her body gripped me tightly and sprayed its warm fragrant juices over my hand.

I had tasted myself once, more by accident than design. My fingers had caught my lips as I hurriedly ended a quick bedtime pleasuring, thinking that mum was at my door.

Now I really wanted to taste my friend.

I gazed down on her nylon sheathed body. Still shuddering in the aftermath of her giant orgasm, a constant trickle of cum oozing from her pussy.

I raised my hand and licked a fingertip. Warm and slightly salty but not unpleasant, so I licked some more. I realised how much I wanted to cum like Tabi had and raised my hand to lick it clean.

“Thank you, Amy,”

Tabi had raised herself to rest on her arms, a look of total bliss on her face.

“For you, anytime,” I smiled back realising just how much I meant it.

Again, we retreated into silence. As close as we had become over the years, we could still sit quietly and comfortably in each other’s company.

We just sat and let our minds catch up with our bodies, with our actions and with our feelings.

In time Tabi reached out to take my hand. Her thumb was gently stroking my palm, such a tender yet strangely intimate act. It sent shivers through my core.

Gripping my hand more firmly, she broke the silence, “So, still want to check those toys out?”

There was a tentative vulnerable quiver to her voice, and it hit me hard how enormous an event the evening had become for her.

“Yes, very much so. I so need to cum,” I whispered in response, “I’ve touched myself a bit before and kidded myself that I had orgasmed, but I know now that I never really have.”

Tabi moved aside and gently guided me onto my back.

As she leaned across me to adjust the pillows, her breasts were right in my face. Just inches away, confined by the taut net of her bodystocking. Her nipples large and pink were trapped in the mesh, and I found my mouth watering.

Happy that I was comfy, Tabi retreated to the beanbags to gather the toys.

“Just relax and let your mind and body go,” she whispered in my ear.

Her hands were stroking my flanks, my thighs, and my tummy. Soft and warm, slowly bringing my body alive.

My legs gave an involuntary wiggle as her hand caressed my stomach.

“OOOh!” her fingers had brushed my mound, lightly tugging on my curls.

I craved more. Now I knew how she had felt. My own eyes were now begging silently on behalf of my aching body.

Gently, ever so gently, Tabi moved to kiss me once more.

This time there was no hesitation. My mouth opened fully to accept her probing tongue.

In some corner of my mind, I wondered if she could taste herself in my mouth. I really hoped that she could.

Tabi replaced her mouth with the rabbit, offering that thick red phallus up to my lips.

My mind flashed an image of Cindy, impaling herself on this very same toy. How many times had it ignited orgasm in my sisters’ body? Who else had she pleasured with it, I wondered?

Slowly I kissed the tip. Just a light brushing of my lips, a chaste hello.

“Make it wet,” Tabi said in a hushed tone.

My tongue flicked out to wrap around the cylinder. My mouth had been watering in anticipation rather like my pussy.

Tabi moved. One hand now caressing my hair, stroking it back from my forehead, the other hand gripped the rabbit, and now I could feel the pressure.

The smooth round end was slowly sliding along my labia, spreading my juices across my pussy.

I could feel how sodden my curls had become.

A deep guttural groan escaped my lips. I had never felt this good before, I had never felt this excited before.

Tabi just kept stroking my cleft, sometimes lightly, sometimes more forcefully.

My eyes had closed. I trusted her totally. I surrendered my body to her ministrations and the feelings she was creating.

Eventually, I could feel the head of the dildo move. The angle had changed, the pressure became firmer.

“Ooooooooo!” my breath hissed from my body as my pussy parted to accept the intrusion.

Tabi paused, “Okay?”

“MMMMM!” I groaned in response. Raising my hips eager for more.

More I got. Tabi slowly but firmly filled my pussy with the rigid red plastic.

I was so full. My pussy had never accepted anything more than a tampon or an occasional finger.

This was stretching me. I wriggled my ass and pulled my knees back a little. Opening myself up as much as I could.

The sensation of fullness was almost too much. It slowly lessened as I breathed deeply, and my pussy got used to the intrusion.

Oh fuck, it was slipping out, and I actually felt empty.

Just as I thought it was gone, it slowly slid back in, and this time it felt good, and I moaned my pleasure.

Tabi adopted a gentle rhythm. Gently out, then more firmly in.

A few gentle strokes and she turned the vibe on.

Slow, gentle tingles mixed with the sense of fullness, the pleasure built, the heat within me grew, my screams built.

An enormous wall of pleasure was building deep inside of me.

“Ready, my love?” Tabi’s soft, warm voice caressed my ear.

Distantly I heard the gentle buzzing noise kick up a notch. That deep humming inside of me had been lovely. Like warm molasses caressing my inner walls, slowly igniting and arousing my nerve endings.

Those ears, oh fuck, they hit my clit, and it was like a lightning strike. Sparkling stars and glittering planets flew before my eyes. Powerful waves of electricity rocketed through my body.

My feet drummed on the bed as my back arched from the mattress.

My screams hit a new high as my eyes fixed on Tabi. My best friend was smiling lovingly down at me, watching me drown in pleasure.

Once my body had started to relax, Tabi let the vibe slip from my pussy, allowing a warm trickle of cum to slide out across my thigh.

Exhausted, I lay back against the pillows as she licked the phallus clean before pulling the covers up.

I remember slipping into a deep sleep, Tabi’s soft warmth spooning against me.

ooOOoo

I woke to the strangest feeling. A cool ache at my nipples.

Honestly, my A-cup titties are more nipple than a boob. Puffy and sensitive but lacking in flesh.

Slowly opening my eyes as my memory flashed incredible images through my mind. Images that were clearly real, as evidenced by the tenderness of my pussy.

Turning my head to the source of the giggling that I now heard, I found Tabi.

Kneeling beside me, gently blowing across my nipples. Every so often pausing to flick a fingertip against my now throbbing nubs.

“Morning sexy,” she giggled some more, “I thought this might wake you.”

“Mmmmm, morning,” I felt myself blush. I looked down at myself still wearing the red net body stocking my nipples protruding through the mesh.

I looked at Tabs, kneeling before me. Her large breasts were stretching the nylon. Dried cum smears across her smooth mound.

“Coffee?” she offered with a smile

“We don’t drink coffee!”

“Well, this is a weekend of firsts, so I used the main kitchen to brew a pot.”

I plumped the pillows whilst Tabi fetched the mugs, and then we sat side by side, drinking our coffee.

Brewed dark with just a splash of half fat, it was a little bitter, but after the first few mouthfuls, it was good. Once the caffeine kicked in, it was perfect.

I ached most wonderfully, and the buzz it was giving me was just what I needed.

Mugs drained, I turned to Tabi, “I need to shower, I’m kinda sticky, and I must look gross.”

“You look great. You always do, couldn’t be gross if you tried.” Tabi moved to take my mug but then gripped my hand in hers. “Are we good, do we need to talk?” she asked.

“Yeah, I guess we do need to talk.” I watched as Tabi’s face fell, her body stiffening with anxiety.

“So, come shower with me and then we can talk about colleges. I take it you want to go to college with me and be roomies?”

It was like watching a balloon deflate. The tension lifted from Tabi’s body, leaving her free to kiss me firmly on the lips. My thumb stroked a tear from her cheek as we parted.

Two minutes later and I was leading the way into my parent’s master bedroom or, more precisely, their en-suite.  The large two-person walk-in shower is just what we needed.

Once we had peeled off the body stockings, I turned the water on hot and high, letting the multiple jets hit us from all directions.

Hugging Tabi, I turned her to face the tile. “Just relax and enjoy.” A generous dollop of coconut shampoo was soon sending torrents of fragrant suds down her back.

I let my long, strong fingers massage her scalp, and soon her full firm ass was pushing back against my hips, diverting the warm water over my mound.

Hair rinsed I grabbed a bottle of verbena body wash and forsaking a sponge used my hands to wash her body. I knelt to massage her feet, letting my fingers part her toes before working my way up her legs in long smooth strokes.

I cupped and kneaded her breasts, teasing her nipples between my fingers before skating my sudsy hands down her torso to run my fingers through her beautiful soft folds.

I ended by cupping her face and planting a long lingering kiss on her lips.

“All done and squeaky clean,” I giggled.

“I’ve dreamed of this, and I can’t believe it’s happening.” Tabi finger-combed my hair. Working that coconut shampoo deep into the roots. As her fingers worked their magic on my scalp, her rigid pink nipples did likewise against my puffy A-cups.

“Any special requests, Amy?”

“Mmm, is it too soon to ask you to shave my pussy. I love the smooth feel of yours against my lips.”

It turned into the longest, most wonderful shower of my life. Only the water running cool forced us out.

We spent the weekend planning the move from school to college. We needed somewhere that supported both dance and swimming and offered the differing courses we required.

Future plans sketched out we spent a lot of time exploring our bodies. Learning what excited and pleasured the other.

One thing was for sure, Tabi would be spending a lot more nights above our garage.