For the past three weeks, ever since they had fixed their date to meet up, Holly had run through their potential movements, how she would react to certain situations, the clever lines that she might deliver to gauge interest from Billy. Rather than some scripted TV show though their activities and interactions had fallen into well-known patterns. The ease between the two girls returned immediately as they stretched out on the sofa and sipped their wine between snippets of gossip. Billy turned on the TV but the volume was low while she recounted tales from the two years of school that Holly had missed.
“Oh, remember Georgina?”
“Whithers?”
“Yeah. She got pregnant and left this time last year.”
“Oh my god, with who?”
“Nobody knows.”
“She wasn’t going out with anyone when I was here.”
“No, you’re right. A big mystery. Susie Banks and Tommy are an item, have been for months.”
“Oh good, they must look good together.”
“Can’t leave each other alone. Caroline Johnson got caught naked in the back of a car.”
“Huh, I bet her Dad went mad.”
“Yeah, but she was caught by a cop, sitting between two fully-clothed guys.” Holly laughed with glee at the story and stretched out her legs towards Billy. “She got let off with a caution”
“Wow, it’s all happening here. It’s really quiet where I live.”
“No crazy parties?”
“I don’t go out much, it’s difficult suddenly joining in a new school at sixteen. Everyone’s in groups already. It’s not like I’m excluded, I just don’t have the history, you know?”
Billy patted her feet and smiled gently. “Wanna watch a film?”
“What is it?”
“Some weepy thing about a Mum and her kids, jail, you know.”
“OK, as long as there no killing or anything,” suggested Holly as Billy picked up the video remote and clicked play. Holly pulled her feet underneath her bottom as they settled down, sipping wine and puffing up extra cushions. Holly stole glances to her left as Billy shifted on the sofa and tried to gauge the level of interest or whether there was any attraction that she could detect. They were at least two feet apart and at opposite end of the sofa. Her thoughts were sidelined as the video showed a children’s birthday party in full swing with noisy six or seven year olds running around the house, then a flashback followed lasting almost ten minutes of ‘life before the party’. Back at the present time, the scene cut dramatically to a probation officer knocking on the woman’s door, accompanied by a policeman. He told the woman she was under arrest for violation of her probation, there was screaming from the woman and children, some struggling and then the woman was taken to a police car while her children were taken into a black van. As the scene drew to a close Holly heard a sniff and turned to see Billy brushing away tears. They both laughed at her reaction but Billy continued to sniffle and sob.
“Hey, come here, it’s OK,” said Holly, opening her arms. Billy smiled a little self-consciously but slid across the sofa and accepted the arm that went round across her shoulders.
“It’s so unfair. It was her husband who wasn’t allowed to have parties with children, not her. Now she’ll lose the kids!” sobbed Billy.
Holly hugged her close and shifted so that they were comfortable. Billy sniffed again with a little laugh and then nestled into the warmth and comfort of her friend. Holly’s heart beat rapidly as blood seemed to gush into her head, making her slightly dizzy. Here they were again, cuddled together as they had been two years ago. Holly wondered if Billy was having the same thought as her eyes darted between the useless video on the TV and the shape of Billy’s legs and little feet. She gave her a quick, gentle squeeze and rested her cheek against the girl’s head for a moment. At a natural break in the video Billy slipped her arm around Holly’s back and draped her other arm across her friend’s stomach, clasping her in the softest of bear-hugs. Holly breathed in deeply, wondering if she had been holding her breath for the past several minutes. Nobody held onto her like this. Certainly her parents wouldn’t cuddle her in such repose, with such affection. She breathed out and felt her heart thumping irregularly in her chest and then realised that Billy’s ear was resting against her left breast. She leaned back so her neck was supported by the top of the sofa and stared at the ceiling, remote from the activity but sensing even more acutely the warmth of the girl as it merged with her own.
Her attention was drawn back to the TV with anger and shouting in a police station scene. The arrested woman was being threatened with a Taser and Billy flinched as one of the officers reached for the device. Holly jokingly covered Billy’s eyes with her hand and Billy giggled, ripping the hand away so she could see. She didn’t let go however and as the plot unfolded, she slowly kissed the back of Holly’s hand and pulled it against her chest as though it was a protective shield. The Taser remained in the holster, but the woman was transferred to a cell with several other people who looked sinister and likely to attack her if she got too close.
Several minutes later the scene changed to show the children, now enjoying themselves at the home of the social services lady. A close up of the young girl eating at the kitchen table drew a sigh of pleasure from Billy and before the girl had finished drinking her milk, Billy had taken Holly’s hand and placed it against her face. She snuggled against it and kissed one or two of her fingers gently as though in thanks. Holly shifted slightly lower on the sofa and became acutely aware of the wetness between her legs. Her hand wandered up from Billy’s stomach to her golden hair, twirling the tresses in her fingers as the scene cut to adverts. Billy lowered the volume and leaned back against her friend, purring quietly with the contact and affection.
“You can see into other apartments at night,” said Billy. Holly turned and looked out of the window which resembled a large TV screen with what looked like many other smaller screens within. Most of the apartment windows were lit, others were not and of maybe twelve separate screens, one or two showed movement.
“Not very private at night then?”
“I dunno, I have no idea who they are, and they don’t know who we are. We don’t wave!”
Their attention returned to the TV and the video that looked like it had started again. Billy left the volume low. Holly made no comment but thrilled inwardly as Billy drew her hand back so that she could kiss her palm and then kissed one or two of her fingers again as she stared at the screen. Holly felt the kiss develop, longer, becoming more sensual as Billy drew one finger after the other across her lips, kissing along the way. And then, to her utter delight, she felt Billy part her lips and sensed her finger stick slightly on the wetness and then travel along the moist length of her smile.
Holly leaned back again on the sofa and stared again at the ceiling. In two years she had experienced loving from another human only twice. Once was when she and Billy had shared the night together. The second was right now. Her hopes had been that the special night two years ago was exactly that for her friend as well, but they had never discussed what had happened, not even in the morning when they woke up together, naked and huddled together. Holly had no idea what it had meant to her friend, whether she had considered it a mistake, or even if she had found Holly unexciting. On many quiet nights in bed Holly had relived the experience, pushing aside doubts that Billy had been faking her pleasure, or had felt pressured into responding. Now she had the answer which was that they had both found the night to be probably the most significant experience of their lives. As her finger was drawn across Billy’s lips once again it paused and Billy slowly opened her mouth to suck on the finger and wrap her tongue around the tip.
“Oh!” whispered Holly. “Oh god!”
Billy licked slowly, moving the finger in and out between her lips as she pulled Holly’s hand in hers up to her breast. Holly squeezed gently and Billy moaned, vibrating the finger in her mouth. Holly now had all the information she needed to understand
that Billy wanted to make love to her again, right here, right now. Every scenario of the evening that had been processed in Holly’s mind now collapsed onto one single, wonderful thought. They were going to sleep together again, naked, in the same bed. Her frequent daydream of lying between Billy’s open legs came back to her, how she would be licking her pussy and she could imagine the sweetness on her tongue as her lover writhed on the floor. This time she was older, less impetuous and would spend time making the delicious journey from her mouth to her pussy with small kisses and strokes of her tongue. As if to test her theory she let go of Billy’s breast and slid her fingers under the waistband of the little girl’s jeans, tugged at her blouse and slipped her hand over the flat of her stomach.
“Two years!” said Billy huskily.
“I remember every second,” replied Holly as her fingers slipped higher. She did remember too, the invitation from Steve to go to the party and relief that Billy had been invited as well. They danced together and with a few boys but mainly sat around, chatting happily with friends. Just after midnight the party had wound down and someone had suggested that they used the dining room if they wanted to sleep as others were going to stay up later. After they shut the door they moved the chairs away from the table and set up their sleeping bags underneath. Holly left the room for the bathroom, took a pee and then hopped up onto the sink with her bum towards the taps so she could run water over her anus. With soapy fingers she cleaned herself and awkwardly cleaned her pussy, then jumped down and dried herself, washing her hands again to rid them of any tell-tale signs.
Billy was undressing as she returned and Holly felt sure that she had delayed the show for her benefit. But she did indeed watch as the t-shirt slid over her golden hair and her jeans slipped down her legs. Holly groaned inwardly at the sight of her wonderful figure but also at the matching underwear, a touch that she had not even considered. Holly stripped to her underwear and turned off the light, please that there was pale illumination from outside. They cuddled and chatted for some time, arm in arm, then Holly, true to form, welled up and gripped Billy as though she might get sucked out of the window by a tornado. Instead, a whirlwind of passion was unleashed as Billy kissed her head to console her in an almost motherly fashion, Holly then kissed Billy’s nose in thanks and their eyes met. They stared at each other, glancing between lips and eyes as they very slowly moved closer on the single cushion where they laid their heads. Holly recalled her heart bursting as their lips met as what felt like a cloak of warmth and happiness descended over their little camp. She remembered thinking that it felt, quite simply, like she was ‘home’.
“Mmm, me too Hol. I remember like it was yesterday.” The warmth grew as her fingers slid up over the silky skin and then around the cup of her bra. It had a lace feel to it and Holly traced her finger around then over the cup and onto the skin of the girl’s young breast. Her palm passed over the captive nipple just as Billy reached out to her. “Wait,” she whispered.
Holly was stunned, horrified that she had misread Billy’s intent. She slipped her hand away from her breast and down towards a neutral region of her stomach. Billy slid round and took her face in her hands.
“Hol, do something special for me?” she asked, her eyes locked on her friend’s lips.
“Of course,” nodded Holly. Billy kissed her lips and walked to the end of the sofa.
“Help me move this round.” Although it was on castors the sofa was not easy to move and they struggled to turn it to face the window.
“Billy?” she asked once the sofa was about four feet from the window.
“Please?” said her friend, taking her by the hand. “Walk in front of the window and meet me there, then we’ll sit back down like we were just now.” Billy adjusted the lights so that the sofa was lit and the rest of the room was dark. They stood on either side of the window and when Billy nodded, moved towards each other. Billy reached out, took Holly in her arms and kissed her slowly, her hands running up and down her back. She caressed Holly’s breasts and then led her slowly to the sofa where they resumed their position with Holly against the sofa and Billy resting with her back to her.
“Count the lights now,” said Billy, nodding at the window. “Start at that one with the red curtains.”
After a few seconds Holly said “I make it eight with lights on and six dark, is that right?”
“Yes, me too,” said Billy. Leaning back in Holly’s arms she looked up as far as she could and smiled at Holly. No further encouragement was required and Holly reached down to caress the girl’s neck, then leaned in and kissed her lips. Their hands wandered and the kisses became more insistent as Holly’s right hand trailed down Billy’s chest and cupped her breast again. She was breathing quickly and once again blood seemed to be rushing around her brain. She squeezed her legs together and marveled at the firmness of the breast in her hand, then reached down to feel under the girl’s blouse and seek out the warmth of her body. Billy turned around, trapping her hand momentarily before she settled along the sofa, facing her.
“Now count them,” whispered Billy as she kissed Holly’s neck. To her surprise Holly counted only four rooms with lights on and wondered if she had started in a different location.
“I think it’s only four now,” she said, smiling.
“So we have an audience,” laughed Billy. “Now they’re going to see how much I love you.”
“Oh god Billy, are you sure about this?” asked Holly, not really caring what her response would be. Billy’s hand on her neck and the kisses to her collar bone would convince her of anything.
“Shh!” said Billy, getting up onto her knees. She pulled Holly’s head against her chest then undid the cuff buttons of her blouse. “You can take it off if you want,” she said, leaning back slightly. Holly reached up to the top button and flicked it, revealing a little more of her neck. She leaned forward and kissed it lightly. The second button revealed the top of her breasts in the cream lace bra and she kissed them both, smiling slightly as the memory of two years ago came back and how she had buried her face in between those perfect little mounds. As the blouse parted Holly saw Billy’s slim waist and the small gap between her stomach and the waistband of her jeans. She slipped her fingers in the gap and felt all around to her back then pulled her close to once again feel the warmth of her body. For the life of her she couldn’t remember what bra she had put on that day and just hoped it was sexy and similar to Billy’s.
Billy slid down onto the sofa and pulled Holly down with her, then slipped her knee between Holly’s legs. Her hands roamed over Holly’s breasts and quickly slipped under her shirt to come to rest over her hardened nipples.
“I’ve dreamed about this for two years Hol.”
“Oh Billy, me too,” she gasped and felt a tear welling up. She sniffed and Billy looked up into her eyes. “You are so beautiful Billy,” she said, caressing her face. Billy undid her buttons quickly and stripped the shirt off her, throwing it towards the window. Holly smiled but said nothing as her friend’s little fingers pushed her bra out of the way.
“Oh yes, that feels so good Billy!” she whispered as the feeling of love and contentment washed over her and fingers found her nipple. She pulled at Billy’s hair and moved towards her lips, kissing her lightly on the mouth and then more fully as their tongues touched. She reached round and flicked the clasp of her friend’s bra and then tossed the creamy lace garment in the direction of the window. Topless, they pulled each other close, kissing deeply and touching each other with increasing passion as Billy’s golden hair fell over them both. Emotion got the better of Holly and she pulled Billy’s head against her shoulder so she could sob with joy without her friend seeing her. Billy tried to push up to face her but Holly held her tight, luxuriating in the warmth of the girl against her as her dreams quickly turned to reality.
“Hol.”
Holly shook her head and hugged her closer, breathing nosily as she regained a little control of her emotions. “Sorry,” sa
id Holly, sniffing and laughing a little in embarrassment.
“Hol, it’s OK.” The grip relaxed and Billy raised her head to look at her friend with love in her eyes and a gentle hand on her cheek to dry her tears. “It’s OK.”
Lying side by side they caressed gently, touching breasts, feeling the swell of their shapes and the responsiveness of their nipples. Harry was fairly sure that Billy’s breasts had grown another inch or two but were still delicate and fabulously shaped with a classic outline and a firmness that begged to be touched. Her fingers trailed lower, testing the reception as she slid her middle finger under the waistband of Billy’s jeans. It seemed even warmer down there, inviting and clearly sensuous as Billy’s head went back in response to the incursion. Teasing her a little she slid her hand out and over her hips, feeling the tightness of the jeans and the firm globes of her buttocks. She was going to kiss every last inch of her body and the thought sent a shock of pleasure through her that focused quickly between her legs. Her hand sought out the inside of her jeans again and she leaned up to kiss Billy’s neck. A groan came from the young girl as her hips rose slightly off the sofa, encouraging her to go further. Holly flicked the button to the top of the girl’s jeans and used her palm to feel the smooth silk of her underwear. It was so warm in there, so very girly and as a reward to both of them she kissed her ear and took her earlobe between her lips.
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