A Bit Of A Girl Crush (3 page)

Lucky?
 
Katie
opened her eyes, and saw that Serena had taken off her thong as well.
 
So
we’re both naked.

“Your turn?”
Katie
croaked,
the words difficult to muster amid the glaze over her thoughts.

Serena smiled.
 
“Already took care
of it.
 
Maybe you can give me another
backrub instead,” she said, and laid down face first onto her towel.

A swell of aromas hit Katie’s senses as they entered, but cocktail shrimp
with sauce, green salad and a margarita were on Katie’s mind as the waiter
showed the two of them to their table at the Buena Vista, the resort
restaurant.
 
And to Katie’s delight, the
margaritas came swiftly.
 
And they were
big. They were sweet, almost minty, and flavored with some tropical fruit that
Katie couldn’t immediately identify.

“It’s totally mango,” Serena insisted.
 
She had changed back into the white sundress that Katie had picked out
earlier.
 
And but for its color it seemed
almost a match of Katie’s own yellow sundress.
 
Without looking too closely, one might think they had gotten it off the
same rack.
 
But it
was
different, even if the differences came down to the brand and
cut.
 
It
had
to be.

But the cut she couldn’t stop thinking about was the cut of Serena’s
bikini bottoms, though.
 
What was it
about seeing them that had possessed her to take her top off in return?
 
And just how did they end up
naked?
 

“It’s not mango,” Katie retorted, taking a sip just to be sure.
 
It certainly didn’t taste like mango,
anyway.
 
But what the heck was it?

“We’ll fight it out,” Serena offered, putting up her dukes, and Katie
nearly spit out her drink laughing.
 
There.
 
Some distraction is nice.
She needed something to bring her mind
away from the afternoon, away from the thoughts of straddling Serena as she
gave her that backrub she’d asked for, pulling up her long sun-blonde hair and
draping it over her shoulder to start at her shoulders with gentle pressure,
then sliding down her back inch by inch until she finally had to settle her
hips down on one of Serena’s thighs in order to massage her butt.
 
Biggest muscle on the body, right?
Serena had said, and indeed Katie had spent a little longer than
she had expected there before finally moving to Serena’s legs.
 
She noticed that.
 
But what she hoped Serena hadn’t noticed was
how firmly her vagina had pressed into Serena’s leg as she continued.

“I think we can ask the waiter,” Katie suggested helpfully, and as she
said the words she noticed out of the corner of her eye a new waiter coming
their way.

“
Oh
, hello,”
Serena said, looking the same direction as Katie.
 
“Can I keep him?”

The waiter, a tall and dark-skinned Latino man, approached with a towel
on his arm.
 
He was handsome in his own
way, and wore a crisp black shirt and black pants, with a bright white tie and
polished white shoes that Katie couldn’t help but notice.
 
And there was something about the way he
carried himself, something that Katie couldn’t yet figure out.

“Good evening,
mesdames
,”
the waiter said in a high and lilting voice, his heavy Latin accent thick and
straining against the French affectation of his words.
 
“I will be your new waiter.
 
My name is Marco.
 
I have come to inform you that your dinner
will be ready right away.
 
Is there
anything I can do for you now?”

Katie looked, and it seemed as though Serena’s face had went blank for
just a split second before a big smile opened up again.
 
“No thank you, we’re fine.”

“Si,” Katie added, and the waiter bowed gently.

“Very good.
 
I will return shortly with the lady’s dinners.
 
And perhaps another
margarita for you, Miss?”
 
Katie
looked down to see that she had already nearly finished her margarita.

“
Ahh
, maybe in a little while,” Katie dodged,
wanting one but not badly enough to ask for it just yet.
 
She swirled the remainder of the drink around
the wide, long-stemmed margarita glass.

“Yes
madame
, as you like.”
 
Marco looked toward the kitchen, and snapped
his fingers.
 
“Ah hah, I see that your
dinner should be ready by now.
 
I will
bring it here.”
 
With that the handsome
waiter
turned,
his motions elegant and dance-like as
he moved across the floor.

Serena put her head in her hands.
 
“He’s totally gay.”

“I know!”
 
That was what had been
bothering Katie.
 
“He’s our totally
awesome gay waiter.”

“Hah!
 
It’s probably for the best.
 
Who knows what kind of trouble we could get
into here.”

Dinner came as swiftly as the waiter had promised, and Katie’s cocktail
shrimp came with both a traditional red cocktail sauce and a mango-infused
(yes, surely it was mango this time) sweet dipping sauce.
 
The salad came drizzled in vinaigrette and
crumbled cheese, with minced onions and croutons exploding with flavor inside
her mouth.

As for the shrimp, Katie couldn’t decide which sauce she liked best, and
alternated nibbles between each cup of sauce.
 
The girls ate in relative silence, and Katie realized only now just how
famished she had been all day.
 
The
package of peanuts on the flight down here, the little
torta
served on the bus ride to Punta Hermosa, and the margarita at the hotel bar
just before the morning massage had most definitely
not
been enough for the day.

Another margarita had found its way to Katie’s table, this one flavored
with coconut at Katie’s behest, and Katie sipped it between bites of green
salad and the shrimp, envious of Serena’s ability to eat… well, at least a bit
more than Katie.

Serena’s spaghetti marinara surprised Katie by even being on the menu.
 
The menu was surprisingly diverse, in fact,
and the Italian pasta choices offered seemed no less at home than the
traditional Mexican dishes ‘prepared just like the original way’, according to
the menu’s somewhat broken English.
 
There were even some quite ordinary American choices as well, including
a delicious-looking hamburger and several steaks, although to Katie’s gratitude
there were most decidedly no French fries.
 
She needed to hang onto her bikini body for at least a week, and French
fries were her weakness.

Serena twirled the spaghetti on her fork, and for some reason Katie
thought back to that famous scene from Lady and the Tramp.
 
Well,
neither of us are tramps, anyway.
 
So that’s
out.

“What are you thinking about?” Serena asked out of the blue, slurping a
long spaghetti noodle into her mouth.

What am I thinking about?
 
The question seemed crazy to Katie for a
moment.
 
Shouldn’t it be obvious?
 
We
practically played doctor out there.
 
But
maybe that was good, she reasoned.
 
Guess I’m not such an open book after all.

Katie crunched the last garlic crouton of her salad when it hit her—just
how bone-crushingly
tired
she
was.
 
“When did we get off the plane
again?” she asked, yawning.

Serena looked at her phone.
 
“It
was 6AM, so, like fifteen hours ago.
 
I’m
as tired now as when I flew to Italy.
 
Something about that bus ride did it.”
 
The long bus ride from the airport had been exhausting as well, and even
relaxing on the beach and getting a massage hadn’t done enough to lift her
energy enough for the day.

“I’m beat.
 
I want to go to bed.
 
That’s what I’m thinking about.”

Serena nodded.
 
“Yeah.
 
I’m worn out too.
 
And I don’t see any cute boys at the bar
here.
 
Our waiter doesn’t look like our
type.”

Katie giggled.
 
“If only.
 
Let’s finish our drinks,” she said, and took
a long drink.

“In Italy they lock their arms before they drink,” Serena said.
 
“And then they do it all in one go.”

“Shit.
 
Already finished mine,”
Katie said, again swirling the last few drops of the margarita at the bottom of
her glass.
 
“Next time.
 
Where do we pay?”

“It’s all inclusive.
 
We’re set,”
Serena said, and pushed in her chair as she stood up, her knife and fork
crossed over her plate.

A bottle of wine at their door on the first evening was the resort’s customary
greeting to new visitors at the resort, to Katie’s delight, and Serena grabbed
it on the way in.
  
Katie began pulling
off her sundress before even entering their room.

“Ooh, sexy!” Serena laughed, and shouted down the hall out the door.
  
“Hey look everyone, my friend Katie is
sexy!”

“Shut the door!” Katie yelled, bouncing in her red bikini over to the
door and pushing on it to close it.

“She’s
gonna
take her top off!” Serena yelled
through the crack before Katie finally got the door shut,
then
stuck her tongue out for Katie.
 
“Fine,
it’s all for me then.”

“You wish!” Katie taunted, pressing her nose up into Serena’s face, and
then turned around and unhooked her bikini top.
 
“Where are the towels?
 
I’m going
to take a shower.”
 

“In the bathroom, duh.
 
Where’s the wine opener?” Serena asked,
locking the door behind them.
 
She began
to rummage through the drawers in the entertainment center.

“On the table, duh,” Katie said, pulling down her bikini bottoms and
tossing them into the corner as she walked into the bathroom.

“Ooh, someone’s naked again!”

“Shower!”
Katie pushed the bathroom door shut
with her foot.
 
It didn’t latch.
 
Not
like we haven’t seen each other all over today already.
 
Katie grabbed a towel and turned the
water on.
 
Instantly hot, just the way
she liked it.

The soap in the shower was creamy white and smooth, and wrapped a foil
gold wrapper.
 
It smelled of fresh
laundry and roses, and Katie ran the tiny bar up and down her body, under her
arms and between her breasts in slow and sensuous motions.
 
It
feels like heaven,
she thought as she spread the lather over her flat and
smooth belly, down her hips and up her legs.
 
The shower was steamy, and the glass walls of the shower had already
fogged over.

Hmm.

The door to the bathroom was still open, just a bit.
 
But maybe…

Just a touch was all she wanted, a quick thrill before going on with her
shower.
 

Oh God.
 
It felt electric, a surge of pleasure at
the first brush of her fingertip over her clitoris.
 
Had she been holding all this back today?

I have to stop.
 
Serena’s going to see this.
 
Yet against her will she leaned forward
into the shower wall, propping herself up with one hand while she pressed into
her clitoris, making circular and rhythmic strokes with her middle finger.
 
It was too much, too powerful.
 
Waves of pleasure coursed through her
body.
 
I have to stop.
 
And then…

Oh God.
 
Katie heard the bathroom door swing open,
and she steadied herself at the last second before the shower door swung open
as well.

“Got your wine,” Serena said as she stepped naked into the shower,
holding two thin-stemmed glasses of a slightly bubbly white wine.
 
“
Moscato
!”
  
She extended one to Katie, who took the
stem between her fingers and cupped it.
 
That’s one way to get out of my own thoughts
for a minute,
Katie thought to herself.
 

But the respite didn’t last long, she realized, and she felt a thousand
urgent thoughts again clamoring for her attention as she sipped the sweet
moscato
.
 
Her first
real chance to look at Serena’s body as they stood under the shower water
thrust her right back into a whorl of shocking imaginations she never thought
would once again cross her mind.
 
Serena’s body was right there—
right
there.

And it was sexy.
 
Katie had never
felt such a surge, a rush at the sight of another woman before, even Serena.
 
Even when they were teenagers, with hormones
crashing through her head and all the talk about boys and girls blurring itself
into the mishmash of nervous energy that turned into sleepovers and cuddling in
their underwear—she had never so plainly and brazenly seen her as a sexual
being before as she did now.

Serena was naked, water streaming over her smooth tanned skin, dripping
from her perfect nipples and down her smooth belly and over her perfectly shaven
pussy.
 
I wonder what it tastes like.

I wonder if she’ll hate me.

Katie let out a breath.
 
“We can do
that drink thing.”
 
Stupid.
 
Why would I say such a thing?
 
Say something smarter.
 
Sexier.

“Oh yeah!
 
Okay.
 
Bring your arm up in front
of you and hold your glass up in front of your face.”
 
She did, and Serena looped her arm through
Kate’s.
 
Ahh
, now it makes sense.
 
“Okay,
down in one.
 
Ready…. Go!”

Katie threw her head back, drinking the
moscato
in one gulp.
 
It was light, fruity and
bubbly, the taste of sweetness and air, and went down easier than any
Chardonnay or Pinot
Grigio
she had ever sampled.
 
It was pleasure, pure and clean, the taste of
the wine and the warm water coursing over her body, over her skin, and her best
friend naked with her…

She finished her glass at the same time Serena did, their arms still
locked together, and a moment of silence passed between them.

“What do they do next?” Katie asked at last, still holding the glass.

“Well…” Serena said, and then paused, looking sheepish for a moment.
 
“Then they kiss.”

Katie’s heart nearly jumped out of her chest, and her mouth opened
involuntarily for a moment. The steam in the bathroom seemed to fog out the
whole world around Serena and her.

At last the word came out.
 
“Okay,”
she said, and leaned forward into Serena.

Their lips touched.
 
Oh, my God.

Serena’s lips were smooth, softer than she had ever imagined could be
possible.
 
She tasted of sweet wine, with
a hint of her tequila and Coke from dinner.
 
Oh, my God.

Katie’s tongue pressed forward, searching for the tip of Serena’s tongue,
and she felt it, smooth, sensuous and impassioned now.

Katie heard the clink of Serena’s glass as she settled it onto the shelf
inside the shower, and then felt Serena’s embrace, her arms pulling Katie into her,
her hands sliding up and down Katie’s narrow back and then over her butt,
giving it a squeeze.

Oh, my God.
 
Katie moaned, pressing her hips closer to
Serena, her sex pressing against Serena’s thigh again just as before on the
beach, and felt the same surge of ecstasy as she did then.
 
And greater still, that she finally did not
have to hope that Serena didn’t notice.

Serena ran her fingers through Katie’s long hair as they continued to
kiss, and her nails felt like little thunderbolts of pleasure on Katie’s
scalp.
 
Their kisses came more earnest
and sexual now, their tongues dancing a seductive tango to the relentless pounding
of Katie’s heart.
 
Oh.

And just it had as before Serena had come in to the shower, Katie’s pussy
cried out once again to be touched, stroked.
 
Katie needed it, needed it to feel complete, to be wholly human and
wholly sexual.
 
She set her wine glass on
the same shelf as Serena had set hers, looking out the corner of her eye only
long enough to ensure that she didn’t drop it, and then closed her eyes again
as she renewed her passionate kisses.
 
Her hand slid down her hips.
 
She
wanted to touch herself in front of Serena.
 
My.

Suddenly Katie felt fingertips upon her pleasure bud, and her legs went
weak for a moment.
 
But it was Serena’s
fingers that touched her, explored her,
sought
the
warm wet flesh under her dark little tuft of hair.
 
God.

Katie tilted her head back, disengaging from the kiss now as Serena’s
fingers penetrated her, and stared deeply into her eyes, her mouth open in
shock and ecstasy.
 
Her
friend from so long ago.
 
They
shared secrets, beds, experiences and the confusion and struggle of growing up
in a big, confusing world.
 
Talking about
boys, school,
homework
.
 
How could it have come to this?

Or how could it not have?

Serena stopped for a moment, her face betraying a fear that she had gone
too far.

Katie stared deeply into Serena’s eyes, her mouth still open.
 
“It’s okay.”

Serena tilted her head gently forward, not breaking eye contact.
 
“Is it?”

Yes.
 
Yes.
 
God, yes,
it’s
okay.
 
Please.
 
The words crashed through her head, but all Katie could muster was a
nod before leaning in to kiss Serena again.
 
Deeper.
 
In me.

As if Serena could read Katie’s mind, her fingers plunged deeper into
Katie, sending more shockwaves through Katie’s body.
 
She felt Serena’s fingers curve toward the
top of her channel, stiff now, and again her body
spasmed
as Serena began to move her arm up and down in rapid and shallow motions.
 
Deeper.

Katie couldn’t put coherent thoughts together, except for one thing that
was very, very clear—they had ended any pretense of innocent exploration by
now.
 
This was sex, pure sexual energy
that bubbled over now, somehow coming to a head despite their friendship and
their years knowing each other.
 
This was
Serena and Katie, fucking each other in the shower after margaritas and
sunbathing. Serena’s fingers went deeper yet, and her urgent kisses tore at
Katie’s consciousness even as they ignited her lust.
 
My best
friend is fucking me.

And how quickly this had come to be, Katie realized, once they had gotten
away from the ordinary life.
 
School, work, hangouts.
 
They had finally taken those distractions away.
 
And not twenty-four hours had passed before
they had succumbed to each other’s passions.
 
Serena’s breasts pressed against Katie’s, smooth and soft against
hers.
 
Katie could feel her breathing,
heavy and ragged.

Fuck me.
 
Oh God, fuck me.
 
Fuck me fuck me fuck me.

Katie broke off the kiss, licking Serena’s lips once with the tip of her
tongue, and then shut off the water with her elbow.
 
“Let’s…” she said, and motioned with her head
toward the bathroom door.
 
Fuck me.

Serena nodded, her breasts heaving with the motions of her breath, and
the two of them stepped out of the shower, each girl wrapping a towel around
her body.

Katie took Serena’s hand.
 
She was
still breathing hard, her eyes wide open now.

Wordlessly they went to the bed, and now Serena clasped her hands with
Katie’s, locking their fingers together before they climbed onto the bed,
sitting up on their knees to face each other.

Katie leaned in to kiss again, and Serena complied, their tongues again
eagerly seeking each other in passionate swirls.
 
Serena pulled at Katie’s towel, opening it
from underneath her arm first and letting it fall to the bed beneath her, and
then let her own towel drop too.

Katie pulled Serena closer into a deeper kiss, cupping the smooth curve
of Serena’s butt with one hand, and brushed aside the wet hair that hung in
tangled threads over her pretty face with the other.
 
Serena’s large breasts surged with her
breathing, still damp from the shower, her nipples hard and pointy in the cool
air.
 
Oh.
 
Those.

Katie broke off the kiss, and looked down.
 
There they were.
 
Serena’s breasts, the envy of Katie growing
up.
 
Here they were now, hers to explore,
to ravish, to take as her own.
 
Those.

Serena whimpered once as Katie moved her head down, down to lick Serena’s
nipple first with the tip of her tongue, and again as she bit the other,
sucking with a fierce and burning energy.
 
“Oh, oh, Katie…” she moaned.

Katie squeezed Serena’s breasts with both hands, guiding them in a slow
circular motion as she massaged them, the same way Serena had massaged her
breasts on the beach.
 
But there was no
pretense of needing suntan lotion here, only Katie’s raw desire to feel
Serena’s body, nothing standing in the way of her now.
 
Serena cried out again, and lowered herself
onto her back as Katie continued to touch her.