by CELENE CAREY
“Please, Livvy. I promise, you’ll have fun. Let’s go to the party tonight. I know you don’t have any other plans.”
Olivia flipped her blonde hair over her shoulder with a careless gesture. “I have other plans.”
“Oh yeah? Like what?”
“I’m staying home.”
“Jesus, you’re so lame! We need to do something fun this weekend. It’s almost Christmas break, and you haven’t gone to any parties with me for so long. Plus, you know those Omega guys are so hot.”
“You know I’m not a party girl, Charlotte. I hate going out to frat parties.”
“You hate every kind of party.”
“You’re right,” Olivia replied, a sweet smile on her lips.
Charlotte couldn’t help it, she felt herself smile back. That was the thing about Olivia, she could never stay mad at her. She was so beautiful and sweet, that sometimes Charlotte almost felt like she might have a crush on her.
She kept her eyes on Olivia as she rummaged around in her locker, bending down to sort through some papers on the ground. Charlotte found herself looking down at Olivia’s cleavage; it was impossible not to, as she was wearing a very low-cut sweater, and her tits were very large, almost spilling out the front of her top. Her skin was creamy and flawless, and Olivia could imagine what her nipples might look like; she imagined them small and startlingly pink against her white skin. Olivia looked up, and Charlotte quickly looked away, feeling her cheeks burn slightly as she blushed, hoping Olivia hadn’t noticed where her eyes had been glued.
CHAPTER 2
Just then, Charlotte saw Alia walking over. Alia was a mutual acquaintance, a rich and popular girl who was almost as pretty as Olivia, but definitely not as intelligent or accomplished. She sauntered over to Olivia’s locker, and Charlotte noticed she held a bunch of brightly-colored flyers in one hand.
“Hey girls,” she greeted them, smiling brightly, showing her perfect white teeth. “I’m having a slumber party tonight. It’s going to be pretty exclusive. I want you both to come.”
“It’s no use,” Charlotte replied. “This boring bitch over here never leaves her house.”
“Well is that so?” Alia’s voice had a slightly sarcastic edge, and a sardonic smile played across her face as she regarded Olivia.
Charlotte really wanted to go to this party. She had already forgotten about the Omega party. Frat boys were a dime-a-dozen, but girls like Alia always threw the best parties, and were always friends with the most interesting people. There were sure to be lots of good-looking women there, and Charlotte was never one to turn down a pretty face, be it male or female. If only she could get Olivia to come with her! But Olivia remained silent, not uttering a word.
“Look, I’m sure if you girls come to the party, you’ll have a great time. I promise, it’ll be a night you won’t forget.” Alia plucked a pink flyer from the stack she held in her hands and pressed it against Charlotte’s chest in a gesture that was vaguely sexual. She held her palm against the flyer for a few moments, her eyes locked on Charlotte’s.
The three girls stood there silently, Olivia watching as Charlotte and Alia wordlessly stared into each others’ eyes, as if they were somehow hypnotized.
Slowly, Charlotte pinched the tip of the flyer and took it out of Alia’s hand. Alia bit her bottom lip lightly, her eyes still on Charlotte’s, and said,
“Make sure to be there. And bring your friend.” She cast a quick glance in Olivia’s direction before turning on her heel and walking away.
Charlotte gazed after her, noticing the way her short skirt clung to her round ass, swaying slightly as she walked down the hall. Her legs were long and delicately shaped, the muscles long and lean, accentuated by the high-heeled shoes she wore.
She felt Olivia’s hand on her, shaking her to attention, breaking Charlotte’s hypnotic gaze as she said, “Hey! Are you listening to me?”
Charlotte shook her head as if to clear it, then turned her attention to Olivia. “Yeah, what? What?” Her voice had a slight edge of impatience.
“I said I’m not going.”
Charlotte couldn’t believe her ears. “You’ve got to be kidding me! Please, Olivia. Do this for me. I really want to go to that party. You know I can’t go without you.”
“I really don’t want to, Charlotte.”
“This is ridiculous. I do things for you all the time. You’re my best friend, and I’ve been nothing but good to you. And you won’t even do this one thing for me.” Charlotte knew it was wrong to pull the guilt card, but she couldn’t help herself. She needed to go to this party. She gave Olivia her best puppy-dog eyes, and once more asked, “Please?” She drew the word out into a long syllable, making her voice sweet and plaintive.
Olivia took a deep breath and sighed it out, a look of resignation spreading across her face. “Fine,” she said reluctantly. “I’ll go to the stupid party with you. Ok?”
Charlotte jumped up and down like a child, clapping her hands together, laughing with glee. “Thank you so much Livvy!”
But she saw that Olivia had noticed Timothy across the hall. Timothy was quiet and shy; he wasn’t very popular, but Charlotte could tell that Olivia had a huge crush on him. She always went for those silent, slightly-nerdy types. Now Charlotte was the one shaking Olivia to attention, saying, “And Olivia, wear something sexy, ok?”
Olivia stared at her uncomprehendingly. “I don’t have anything sexy.”
“Well, buy something then, ok? I want us to look good tonight.”
CHAPTER 3
Charlotte knew there was no way Olivia was going to spend any of her precious time or money on a new outfit for tonight, so she stopped by the mall on the way to her house and picked out a cute little black dress for her. Charlotte knew the dress would look amazing; it was short and tight, and would reveal Olivia’s legs, which were almost as perfect-looking as her breasts. Charlotte was a sucker for a pair of long legs, and Olivia’s seemed to go on forever. The black dress would be the perfect thing to show them off. Charlotte paid for it and tucked it into her bag, feeling more excited than ever about the night ahead.
By the time she reached her apartment, it was already nightfall, so Charlotte immediately got busy preparing for the party. She was carefully selecting an outfit when her cell phone rang. It was Olivia.
“Charlotte, you’re going to hate me, but I changed my mind about tonight. I’m not going. I really don’t want to leave my house.”
“I don’t believe this shit!” Charlotte yelled into the phone. She should have known that Olivia would pull something like this, bailing out on her at the last second.
“Don’t be mad. I promise I’ll go with you next time, I just can’t handle it tonight.”
“Bullshit.” Charlotte hung up on Olivia, her heart racing with anger.
CHAPTER 4
This was the last straw. She was going to go over to Olivia’s place to confront her face-to-face. She pulled her sexy dress on, threw a coat over her shoulders, and jumped in her car, muttering to herself angrily as she pulled out of her driveway and headed down the street to Olivia’s house, where she lived with her mother.
Charlotte barged in the unlocked front door of the house, not bothering to knock. She stormed up the stairs to Olivia’s room and found her friend sitting on her bed reading her chemistry textbook, wearing a ratty set of pajamas.
“Olivia, you can’t do this to me again. You promised you’d go to this party with me, and that is what you’re going to do. We’re supposed to be best friends! You can’t desert me like this!”
Olivia rolled her eyes at Charlotte’s dramatic words. “It’s just a stupid party, Charlotte. They happen all the time. I’ll go to one with you soon, promise.”
“I don’t believe you anymore,” Charlotte muttered, stomping her foot on the ground childishly, slowly coming to the realization that if she wanted to go to this party, she would definitely be going by herself.
“Can I at least borrow some of your m
akeup? I promised I’d be at the party, so I’m going. Let me get ready here.”
“Sure, no problem,” Olivia said, getting up from her place on the bed and stretching her body languidly. “Come to the bathroom with me and get ready. I have to take a shower anyway.”
Charlotte followed Olivia into the large, elegantly-decorated master bathroom and pulled some makeup from the vanity. Still pouting, she wordlessly began to apply mascara and lipstick, while Olivia started to strip out of her clothes, in preparation for her shower. Charlotte’s attention was immediately drawn away from her makeup as she watched Olivia slowly undress, stripping down to her lacey pink underwear, then removing them, too. Olivia’s breasts were just as perfect as Charlotte had always imagined: full, firm, and stunningly-shaped, with rosy pink nipples that were erect in the cool air of the bathroom. Charlotte stood frozen in place, her eyes watching Olivia in the mirror.
“You’re always staring at my tits.”
Charlotte blushed and quickly averted her eyes, mortified that her friend had caught her staring at her so blatantly. She didn’t know what to say.
“We’re alone. You can touch them if you want.”
CHAPTER 5
Charlotte looked at Olivia with surprise. She felt a small heat building at the core of her. “Really? What about your mom?”
“She’s fast asleep,” Olivia said, a small smirk on her full lips.
“But I thought you were into boys.” Charlotte’s face was a mask of disbelief.
“Oh I am. But I’m into girls, too.”
“What? Since when? You’ve never told me this, and you could have, you know I’m into girls too.”
Olivia looked away, biting her bottom lip gently. “It’s just not something I talk about. I’ve never really done anything with a girl. I think about it though. All the time.”
Charlotte gazed into Olivia’s eyes, unable to look away. She felt herself start to get a little bit wet as she pictured Olivia in bed, masturbating, thinking about a girl as she touched herself. Maybe thinking about Charlotte. She couldn’t believe what her friend was confessing to her. Could it be possible that Olivia had been attracted to Charlotte, the way Charlotte had often been attracted to Olivia? The possibility was deliciously tantalizing.
Before she knew what was happening, Olivia was on Charlotte, her thin arms wrapped around her, her hands in her long black hair as they kissed each other for the first time. Charlotte had kissed girls before, but none of them had ever felt like this. Olivia was in a frenzy, her small tongue darting in and out of her friend’s mouth as her hands ran over the front of Charlotte’s dress, eagerly seeking the soft mounds of her tits. Charlotte had never known Olivia could be so passionate; it was so counter to her default mode of general indifference, and the contrast turned Charlotte on so much that she could feel her pussy start gushing, soaking the fabric of her underwear as she made out with her friend.
Charlotte ran her hands all over Olivia’s naked body, grabbing her ass, squeezing her breasts. She couldn’t believe this was happening. She moaned as she savored the feeling and taste of her best friend’s mouth on hers. Olivia grabbed the sides of Charlotte’s dress and pulled it roughly over her head, throwing it on the floor as she unfastened her bra and stripped it off. She lowered her face to Charlotte’s nipple and took it in her mouth, feeling it contract and tighten as she slid her tongue over it, sucking it gently and lightly grazing it with her teeth. She heard Charlotte gasp with pleasure at the sensation, and the sound made Olivia’s cunt throb with anticipation.
“Shhh…” Olivia whispered. “Don’t wake my mom.” She pulled Charlotte to her tightly, feeling her tits pressing against Charlotte’s tits, then licked the side of her neck slowly, feeling Charlotte shudder against her at the feeling of her tongue against the sensitive skin. Charlotte trailed her hand down Olivia’s body, seeking the hot place between her legs. She slowly slid a finger between Olivia’s pussy lips, and was stunned by how wet she was.
“Oh my god, you’re so fucking wet,” she whispered in Olivia’s ear as she pressed her finger harder against the soft, warm folds of her vagina, rubbing the slippery wetness all over her cunt, making Olivia pant helplessly with lust.
“We have to be quiet,” Olivia whispered, her voice muffled in Charlotte’s neck as she bit lightly, the feeling of Charlotte’s hand between her legs the only thing she could concentrate on. Charlotte’s fingers were magical, and Olivia’s legs started to shake as she felt herself getting close to orgasm. She was just about to come on Charlotte’s hand, her breath speeding up, her knees weak, when Charlotte pulled away, denying her the release she was craving.
Olivia reached out and grabbed Charlotte, pushing herself into Charlotte’s hand again, bucking her hips so that she was grinding against Charlotte’s fingers. Charlotte moaned with pleasure, but pulled away once more. Olivia was confused and frustrated. Didn’t Charlotte want to make her come? A third time she pressed naked body desperately against her best friend, wanting more than anything to push herself over the brink of orgasm, but once again, Charlotte pushed her away. And this time she crossed the room and began putting on her clothes.
Olivia couldn’t believe it. “What’s wrong?” she asked, her voice pleading, out of breath from the exertion.
CHAPTER 6
“Nothing’s wrong. I just think we should continue this at the party. I think there’s gonna be some fun stuff going on. Naughty stuff. I think you’ll like it. You’re coming with me.”
“Charlotte, I told you I’m not going. Please come back here,” she reached out to caress Charlotte’s hand, but Charlotte pulled away abruptly. “We can have more fun here than at some stupid slumber party,” her voice had become slightly whiny in her attempt to convince Charlotte to stay.
“If you want to do more of this with me, if you want me to make you feel good, you have to come to the party with me. That’s the deal. Otherwise I’ll go by myself, and who knows what kind of trouble I might get into on my own.” Charlotte applied a fresh coat of lip gloss, checking her reflection in the mirror, pretending not to notice Olivia’s pleading expression.
“Ok fine. I’ll go. Jesus.”
Olivia stormed back into her bedroom in a huff. She grabbed the little black dress that Charlotte had bought for her and threw it on, slipped into some high heels, and stomped down the carpeted staircase to wait for Charlotte by the door.
“I can’t believe you’re making me do this. You’re basically forcing me.”
Charlotte shook her head and chuckled. Now Olivia was the one being dramatic. “You’re gonna have fun tonight,” she promised, “Just trust me.”
CHAPTER 7
They arrived at Alia’s house at about ten o’clock. Olivia was overcome with disappointment when they walked into the place and were greeted by the sight of an apparently completely normal slumber party. Girls were wearing pajamas and eating popcorn out of a large bowl, a horror movie playing on the big screen television. Everyone was drinking bottles of beer and giggling over gossip. There was nothing “naughty” or fun about it. Olivia felt herself growing livid; she couldn’t believe she’d been denied what she could tell was going to be a life-changing orgasm for this dull party. She looked over at Charlotte, her eyes shooting daggers of anger.
They each grabbed a beer and said their hellos, when Olivia and Charlotte saw Alia appear at the top of the stairway leading to the second floor of the house. Her hair was a mess, and she was wearing a lacy black lingerie set. She walked down the stairs and greeted Charlotte with a kiss. Olivia was shocked to see that it was a real kiss; she could see their tongues intertwining as they held the lip-lock for what seemed like minutes.
“I thought you weren’t coming,” Alia said, gazing into Charlotte’s eyes. Then she leaned forward to whisper something in Charlotte’s ear, and turned to walk back up the stairs.
Olivia felt a deep pang of jealousy that Charlotte had just kissed Alia. “What the hell was that all about?” she asked Charlotte, trying
to sound nonchalant, but failing. “Is she an ex-lover of yours or something?”
“No,” Charlotte replied, without offering any further explanation.
“Then she’s your current girlfriend?” Olivia pried.
“No,” Charlotte repeated, then fell silent.
“For Christ’s sake, what was that about then?” she burst out, sounding more impatient than she had meant to.
“We’re fuck buddies,” Charlotte said casually.
“Fuck buddies?”
“Yeah, fuck buddies. You know what that is, right?”
“Yeah I know, but she’s not a buddy.”
“Funny,” Charlotte said with a straight face.
“Jesus, what else don’t I know about you? Are you in the C.I.A. too?”
“Actually, yes.”
Olivia couldn’t suppress a giggle. Charlotte giggled too, and they both broke out in peals of laughter.
“Let’s go upstairs now,” Charlotte suggested. “That’s where the real party is.”
Olivia was totally confused. “What are you talking about?”
CHAPTER 8
“C’mon,” Charlotte said with a wry smirk, and grabbed Olivia’s hand. “I’ll show you.”
To Olivia’s surprise, there was a uniformed guard at the door upstairs, which presumably let to the master bedroom. Why would there be a guard at a private home? Olivia tried to slip by him, but the big man blocked her way, and wouldn’t let her pass. She tried dodging by him a few more times, and Charlotte watched her with an amused smile, then interjected, turning to the guard to say, “It’s ok. Jabadon door bell.”
Olivia looked at Charlotte, utterly confused. The words she had said made no sense. But, like magic, as soon as the words were uttered, the guard stepped aside and let Charlotte and Olivia inside without a word.