“$212.67,” said Nikki. “Damn, that’s my best night waitressing in like… ever!”
“Congrats!” said Winona. “Not bad for a Saturday. I bet you’ll top it soon enough.”
“You think so?” asked Nikki, gripping onto her wad of tips with one hand and pulling her black stretchy shorts out from riding up between her legs with the other. She then folded her money in half and stuffed it into her small purse.
“Yep,” said Winona. “And if you can get into bartending like me,” she went on. “You might even double that amount.”
“Damn,” said Nikki. “I should have done this a long time ago.”
“It’s hard work, though,” said Winona, reaching behind her head and fluffing up her blonde ponytail. “And it’s really only weekends that we do so well.”
“I’ll take it,” said Nikki. She looked out the window at the neighborhood they were passing through. While some blocks were lively and full of life, customers waiting in line at a bar, people smoking and chatting, the occasional person walking their dog, some of the blocks were desolate with closed down storefronts.
“We’re getting close,” said Winona. “Have you ever been to Logan Square before?”
“No, it’s pretty far west for me,” said Nikki. “I’ve been to Humboldt for a music thing in the park but I generally stay up in Rogers Park and the Northside.”
“That’s cool,” said Winona. “Logan is getting pretty hip if you can’t tell from all the bars and stuff we’ve passed.”
“Do we need to stop and get any booze or anything?” said Nikki.
“Nope,” said Winona. “I’ve got some at home.”
Winona made a turn down into a residential street, slowing her car to roll over a speed bump. A bit further down the block there was an open parking spot and Winona adeptly parallel parked her car, squeezing into the tight space between the other vehicles. She looked into her mirrors quickly to make sure she had done a good job and then shut the car down.
“We’re here,” she said, tossing her door open. Nikki followed suit, opening her door and eager hopping out onto the curb.
“It’s quiet around here,” Nikki said.
“Yeah, just far enough from all the stuff,” said Winona, closing her door and pushing the lock button on her keychain. Her car sounded off with a beep. “But still close enough that I can walk.”
Winona lived in an old grey stone three-flat building with small eagle statues on either side of the awning above the front stoop. Nikki followed her up the stairs and looked around the nice, quiet tree-lined street as Winona keyed the door and unlocked it. The girls stepped inside and made their way up a tight staircase with a runner carpet leading the way up.
The ornate vintage wooden door to Winona’s apartment creaked open and she flicked on the light as the girls entered, Winona tossing her keys into a basket on a table near the entrance. The light in the space was warm, low, softly orange, and Winona walked further into the apartment to turn on another lamp to the side of the couch.
“Cool spot,” said Nikki, looking around. Winona had a vintage “found” aesthetic in her décor, no two items matching perfectly but all melding well together to create a lived-in and homey feel to the apartment. “You’ve got a lot of unique stuff.”
“Thanks,” said Winona. “I’m addicted to estate sales.” Winona swiftly walked through the dining area and into the kitchen out of Nikki’s view. Nikki saw the kitchen light illuminate, heard some glasses clanking, and then Winona reappeared and wandered toward the front room, setting a bottle of wine and two glasses down on the coffee table.
“Can I help with anything?” said Nikki.
“Make yourself at home,” said Winona. “I’m gonna go change out of these work clothes. The wine’s a screw top.” Winona again disappeared, this time down the hall and totally out of Nikki’s view.
Sauntering over to the couch, Nikki plopped down onto it, kicked her shoes off, and then took the bottle of wine in her hands. She broke the seal with a snap, and poured both glasses full of red wine. After replacing the cap on the bottle, she picked up her glass and took a small sip.
Looking around the room, Nikki surmised Winona’s decorative sense was quite eclectic. She had various oddly shaped vases lining the shelves, old paintings of scenes ranging from nautical to what might be described as creepy ballerina, and on top of an old sewing table in the middle of the room against the wall was a small flat-screen television.
Winona slid back into the room, barefoot and wearing maroon hospital scrub pants, loose and billowy, and a ribbed white tank top. Her blonde hair was tied up loosely in a bun with two chopsticks crisscrossed through it. Winona wore no bra beneath the top, her small boobs lightly bouncing with her steps and her pokey nipples showing through the thin fabric of the shirt.
“Oh great,” said Winona as she approached Nikki, leaning down and taking a glass from the coffee table. As she bent over, Nikki could see down her tank and catch a full glimpse of her tiny tits hanging off her chest. Nikki felt a strange sense of excitement as she caught sight of Winona’s breasts, deciding to bury that excitement in another sip of wine.
“I wish I had a change of clothes, too,” said Nikki as she looked enviously on Winona’s comfortable loungewear.
“Are you kidding?” said Winona. “Ask and you shall receive. Let’s go,” she said, motioning for Nikki to follow her as she lead her down the hall and toward her bedroom, both girls carrying their wine glass with them.
Winona pulled open her dresser while Nikki stood behind her watching and sipping from her wine glass. Pulling out a pair of grey fleece sweatpants, Winona handed them over to her friend.
“How about these?” she said.
“Sure,” said Nikki, taking the sweatpants and setting her wine glass down on top of the dresser next to Winona’s. Tossing the pants quickly over her shoulder, Nikki reached down and took hold of her tight black shorts and shimmied them down over her shapely ass, revealing a black pair of panties with frilly white lace trim. Removing the shorts and dropping them to the floor, she pulled the sweatpants from her shoulder and casually slipped into them. The pants were stretchy and comfortable up top, her butt filling them up and creating a shelf, and at the bottom they tapered and cuffed at her ankles.
“Those look good,” said Winona, inspecting the fit of the pants on Nikki. “A little bunchy around the calves, but that’s just because I’m taller than you.”
“They’re cozy,” said Nikki, looking down at herself and then mockingly modeling the pants for Winona, causing her to grin.
“Now for a shirt,” said Winona, shutting the dresser drawer and then opening another. In anticipation for the clean shirt, Nikki reached her hands down to the hem of her black v-neck and lifted it up above her head, making sure to carefully remove it without disturbing her hair. With her shirt off, Nikki revealed a bra that matched her panties exactly, black with white lace trim. The bra pushed her large, ample breasts together to create her enticing cleavage.
As Winona came up from the drawer with a blue t-shirt, adorned with a vintage logo of a local Chicago baseball team, she saw Nikki standing there in waiting with her chest heaved out. Despite the fact that Nikki was small in stature, shorter in height with a flat stomach, her breasts hung out far from her frame and looked quite large on her little body.
“Damn,” said Winona. “Nikki, you’ve got a nice rack.”
“Oh yeah?” said Nikki, looking down at her own chest and laughing softly. “Thanks.”
“Will this do?” asked Winona, handing Nikki the shirt.
“Totally,” said Nikki. She took the shirt from Winona and held it in one hand. With her other hand, she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, letting it slide down off of her arms. Her breasts tumbled out, hovering in a mesmerizing bounce, dark nipples appointed at the end of each large, round tit. Dropping the bra to the ground with her other clothing, Nikki pulled the shirt down over her head, again careful with her hair as she
poked through the neck, and stretched it down over her chest to obscure her amazing chest from sight.
Winona watched Nikki the entire time, not even pretending like she wasn’t looking. Nikki bent down and picked up her work clothing, folded it up into a ball, and then smiled at Winona.
“Let’s party,” said Nikki, picking up her wine glass from the dresser.
“Yay!” said Winona, also taking her wine glass up and then leading Nikki back out of her bedroom.
*
The girls laughed and drank wine out on the couch, listening to music, and gossiping about coworkers from the restaurant. The light was low and the hour was getting late, approaching two the in morning, but not too late for people who worked in the service industry – in fact, Nikki and Winona felt like they were just getting started.
“Can I tell you something?” said Winona, pouring another glass of wine for them both. She picked her own glass up from the coffee table and brought it to her lips.
“Of course,” said Nikki, readjusting her cross-legged position on the couch.
“I was totally blown away from seeing your tits earlier,” she said with a subtle hint of embarrassment. “I mean, I hope that’s not weird.”
“It’s not weird,” smiled Nikki. “I get that all the time. It’s how I got the job at the restaurant!” The girls laughed.
“Can I see them again?” said Winona, her eyes dancing with a lusty fire.
“I guess so,” said Nikki shrugging her shoulders. Reaching down she pulled her blue t-shirt up by the hem, getting hung up momentarily once she reached her chest, the fabric tight around her breasts. With a more forced pull, she brought the t-shirt up above her breasts and out they tumbled, bounding down and levitating there. Large, dark brown, dotted sporadically with darker marks over her flesh. Her nipples were big and inviting.
Winona stared for a moment at Nikki’s chest, captivated and jealous, but nonetheless appreciative of getting to see them in all their glory.
“What about you?” asked Nikki shyly.
“Me?” said Winona. “What do you mean?”
“Can I see yours?” she asked, releasing the material of her shirt but leaving her tits exposed for Winona.
“Mine are nothing to be impressed with,” said Winona with a pout, looking down at her own chest. “I’m so small.”
“It’s only fair,” said Nikki smiling. “I think you’re pretty.”
“Okay,” said Winona, taking a deep breath. She then pulled her white tank top up her chest and over her head, drawing it off and dropping it to the couch. Her blonde hair bobbed as the tank came off and underneath it was her tiny chest, diminutive but cute, small breasts barely sticking out from her frame at all. Pale, freckled, with two matching tiny nipples that were erect and poking out.
“I think they’re cute,” said Nikki, reaching her hand out and running her palm over Winona’s breast. She then brought her hand around and cradled it underneath and gave Winona a light squeeze.
“Hey!” said Winona with a laugh. “Cut it out.”
“Do you want to touch mine?” asked Nikki.
“Yes, of course!” said Winona. Reaching out both hands, she grabbed onto Nikki’s large chest and tenderly squeezed, causing Nikki to release a soft moan from her lips.
“That feels nice,” said Nikki, shaking her chest a bit back and forth, causing her breasts to sway.
“We could just go shirtless for a while,” posited Winona with a sly grin, obviously enjoying the sight of her friend’s endowments.
“Okay,” said Nikki. She carefully slipped the shirt the rest of the way over her head and hung it over the couch arm. Both girls sat there on the couch topless, one with large ample breasts and the other with a much smaller chest.
“Let’s play a game,” said Winona, becoming a bit more comfortable now that both of them were halfway nude.
“What kind of game?” said Nikki, fingering her wine glass before taking another sip. She was beginning to feel a bit lightheaded, but happy, excited that she and Winona were getting more intimate.
“A sex game,” said Winona matter-of-factly. “Are you down?”
“I’m down,” said Nikki. “I can hang.”
“Obviously,” said Winona, grinning and offering one of Nikki’s breasts a soft poke.
“Gah!” said Nikki, playfully swatting at Winona’s hand.
“Okay okay,” said Winona, getting more serious and setting her wine down on the coffee table. “First,” she continued, straightening herself up on the couch. “How many people have you slept with?”
“Oh jeez,” said Nikki, feeling slightly embarrassed as she tallied her sexual list in her head. “I mean, what counts?” Winona laughed, causing Nikki to laugh as well.
“What ever you want to count,” said Winona with a smirk.
“Okay,” said Nikki, returning to thought. “I’ve had sex with three guys but I’ve fooled around with about ten, I think.”
“Any women?” said Winona.
“Women?” said Nikki with surprise. “I guess I did just touch your tit!”
“That counts!” laughed Winona.
“I’ve never messed around with any girls, though,” said Nikki. “That’s not to say I’ve never been interested.”
“Oh?” said Winona, lifting an eyebrow.
“What about you?” said Nikki.
“Me?” said Winona. “Well, I’m bisexual. I’ve messed around with guys and girls. More guys, but I’ve been interested in women a lot more lately.”
“So is that why we’re both topless and drinking wine?” grinned Nikki, excitement brewing within her. She was finally beginning to understand why Winona had asked her over and plied her with wine. It was exhilarating.
“You’re seeing right through me, Nikki,” said Winona. “Busted.”
“Okay,” said Nikki. “I’ve got a sex question for you then.”
“I’m all ears,” said Winona.
“What do you think about anal?” said Nikki, her lips curling into a grin.
“I love it,” said Winona. “I used to be eeked out by it but after, um, participating in it a couple times I fell for it.”
“I love it, too,” said Nikki. “Actually, I prefer it.”
“You prefer it?” repeated Winona.
“Well, I like it anyway I can get it,” Nikki admitted with a laugh. “But oh yeah, I want anal every time I have sex.”
“You’ve got an ass built for it,” said Winona, peering around Nikki to catch a look at her ass bulging underneath the tight sweatpants. “I bet you’re a hit with the boys.”
“Maybe,” said Nikki coyly, her big brown eyes looking off to the side.
“Do you want to kiss?” said Winona suddenly. “I mean, if you’re interested in trying stuff with girls.”
“Sure,” said Nikki. “Just don’t be mad at me if I do it wrong.” Winona laughed at her and shook her head.
“You’re not going to do it wrong,” she said. “Let’s just practice.”
With a hint of trepidation, the girls leaned into one another and let their lips collide. Slowly they began to kiss, cautiously and hesitantly at first, but once they began to feel comfortable with each other their kissing increased in passion, voracity, wetness. Unable to help herself, Winona’s hands rose to fondle at Nikki’s large chest, her palms running up over Nikki’s tits and her fingers rubbing over her nipples. Soft music played in the background and the only other sound throughout the air was that of the two girls kissing.
Taking a deep breath between kisses, Nikki leaned back onto the couch and brought Winona down with her. They laid together there amid the fluffy cushions, embracing one another, lips coalescing, eyes closed, hands coursing over each other’s topless bodies. Nikki could feel herself growing heated and a waxing dampness between her thighs. Although she never considered that this evening would lead to her making out with another girl, she was certainly up for anything and excited about this novel proposition.
Winona
’s hands ran up and down Nikki’s chest, her breasts flopping around as Winona touched her. Putting her hand underneath one of Nikki’s tits, Winona pushed it upward to lift it off of Nikki’s body and gave the underside a pressured squeeze. Nikki moaned lustily into Winona’s lips.
Sweetly pulling back from their kiss, Winona smiled at Nikki as they both opened their eyes to look at one another.
“Do you want to go to my room?” asked Winona in a soft murmur.
Nikki simply nodded her head, enthusiasm plastered over her face.
*
Slinking into her bedroom, Winona seductively climbed up onto the bed and slithered up the sheets. Lying there in just her maroon hospital pants, she spread her arms out against the bed and gave Nikki a sultry grin as Nikki followed her lead and mounted the bed. Reaching over, Winona lit a candle on her bedside table.
Nikki collapsed down onto Winona and the girls resumed kissing. Their hands fondled one another’s chests and then around and coursing up and down each other’s backs, as they both eagerly felt the other’s smooth flesh. Their skin tones complimented each other, Winona pale and white, Nikki dark brown. Winona’s hands caressed down Nikki’s back and her fingers gingerly slipped down into the elastic of Nikki’s sweatpants, pulling teasingly on the lacy band of her panties.
As the heat grew between them, Winona let her hands fall off of her friend and brought them to the waist of her own pants. She quickly untied them, threaded her fingers into the sides, and slipped them down over her slim hips. Winona wiggled there under Nikki, still fastened in a kiss, gliding out of her pants and pushing them down until they reached her knees.
“Want me to help?” offered Nikki, looking down at Winona and seeing that below Winona’s pants she was completely naked. Her pussy mound was neatly trimmed, only a short layer of hair covered her pallid flesh.
“Please,” said Winona coyly, her face lightly reddening from the flushed heat between the two young women.
Nikki rolled over to one side of Winona and then sat up on her knees, her breasts bouncing as she moved. Her hand moved down to the mess of fabric collected around Winona’s knees, grabbing onto them and sliding them the rest of the way down her friend’s legs and then off her feet. Winona was now completely naked lying there on the bed, writhing into the sheets with expectation.
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