The thing about having a friend like Gemma, if you’re anything like me (and if you are anything like me, then you should be ashamed of yourself!), is that there are times when she’s absolutely irresistible.
It’s not because she’s so pretty – she is, but that’s not what makes her so hot in my eyes – and neither is it that she’s naturally sexy, which she is. No, what gets me going are her breasts. I know, it sounds crazy, right? It’s such a male thing to be into. I mean, here’s me with my own breasts to play with whenever and wherever I want to, but do I ever feel like squeezing mine? No! Do I ever want to pull down my own top and suck my nipples hard between my teeth? Never. I’ve always liked women just as much as I like men, but it wasn’t until I became friendly with Gemma that I developed such a keen interest in other women’s tits.
We met at uni, were quick to become friends and hung out all the time, but I never made a pass at her. It wasn’t that kind of relationship and besides, she always made it clear that she was cool with me being bi but she was only interested in men.
And then summer came around and we had the chance to housesit for a weekend, looking after some rich folks’ pets. I say we, but really it was Gemma that got the job, and I just tagged along for the promise of a private pool to play in and a big ass TV to watch. It was a sweet set up. Gemma didn’t even have to meet the owners, she just had to pick up the keys and instructions from the housesitting company.
That must have been the earliest either of us ever got out of bed on a Saturday, because we were up at the house by 9.30am. Gemma fussed over the animals she was there to care for, but I was in the pool before the cats had finished meowing, having arrived with my bikini already on under my shorts. You could say I was already wet by the time Gemma arrived poolside, but as I remember it I didn’t get that wet until my hands were on her shoulders.
Gemma sauntered up in this skimpy two-piece held together by little drawstrings on her hips and neck. Damn, did she look good in her baseball cap and shades. My hand moved between my legs involuntarily as I watched her walk past me from the water.
Of course I knew she had large breasts – they were impossible not to notice – but this was the first time I had seen them quite so uncovered. Her bikini top could barely restrain them. She was in great shape; I’d never seen a body so incredible. I took a deep breath and forced myself to stop touching between my thighs.
“Will you come rub some of this lotion into my back, honey?” she called to me from the sun lounger. She was sitting with her back to me as I climbed out of the pool, but I could still see the sexy curve of her right tit.
“Sure,” I said as I sat behind her.
“Oh, will you undo my top first? I don’t want to get any cream on it.”
I tried to ignore the tingling between my thighs, but as much as I told myself this wasn’t going to go anywhere and that this was my friend not my lover, my mind still flooded with sexual thoughts. I began to rub cream into Gemma’s back and shoulders, a little more sensually than I should have.
“Oh, you’re so tense,” I said. Yeah, I know it’s corny, but it works, right? I started to massage her shoulders and neck, and she relaxed and began making appreciative murmurs – it was exciting. My hands wandered from her shoulders further down her back, following her spine, then working outwards and back up, my fingers deftly wrapping around her sides, my long nails feeling the curve of her firm breasts.
Now, at this point there was no way I could take it any further without it being an obvious come on, and I was sure Gemma was going to wind it up any second by putting her bikini back on. But to my amazement, she leaned back against me so that my hands, slick with the sun cream, slid around her waist and onto her stomach.
“Mmm, that’s nice,” Gemma purred, closing her eyes.
“Let’s get some of this lotion onto your front,” I said, not daring to believe this was happening.
My hands stroked her belly a little before I tentatively moved them to her huge tits. Her head was leaning right back over my shoulder and I stroked until her delicious, ripe breasts were glistening with lotion. Her nipples pointed skyward and I took each between thumb and finger, rolling them around and gently squeezing, feeling them grow hard.
“I’ve always known,” she said into my ear.
By then, I was hardly paying attention to mere words. “Always known what?”
“That you wanted me,” she smiled. “It’s okay.”
Now I was seriously horny. I kissed her neck, working my way around to her mouth, and she kissed me back passionately. My hands made their way down her belly but when they got to her panties, she reached for them and slid them back up to her breasts.
“This is just a bit of fun,” she whispered and kissed me again. “Now how about I rub some lotion onto you?”
She turned around and I just couldn’t stop looking at her fabulous rack. Her tits were full, round and upturned, her nipples jutting out like diamonds. The sun caught her delicious curves, the oil shining so sexily on her breasts that I was tempted to put my hands down my bikini bottoms and finger myself right there and then.
Gemma saw me looking and cupped them in her hands, bouncing them up and down for me.
“So you like big titties, huh?” she asked. All I could do was nod my head. “Yeah, they’re a lot of fun. But you have nice tits too. Let me see them?”
Incredibly, Gemma leaned forward, her slick breasts pressing up against mine, and reached behind my back to undo my top. Then she lifted my bikini over my head and sat cross legged in front of me, admiring my tits.
“Very nice. I love your nipples, they’re so dark!” she giggled. “Do they get as hard as mine?”
She ran her hands over her own tits, pinching her already stiff nipples. She squirted some lotion into her hands and started to rub the cream into my tits, cupping them first and gliding around their sides, slowly circling towards my nipples. She didn’t need to pinch them as her first touch had woken them already, but I shuddered with arousal when she took them between her thumb and finger and teased them out further.
“Wow, they get really hard,” she said, flicking one finger over each nub. “They stick out more than mine. I can tell these little darlings get a lot of attention in the bedroom!”
She reached around to spread more lotion onto my back and her nipples pressed up against mine. I felt so turned on my hands slipped around her waist and inside her panties to touch her ass.
“Uh, uh. I don’t mind you playing with my titties, but everything downstairs is off limits.”
Gemma could see the disappointment in my face replaced immediately by a stunned expression when she said, “You can touch yourself, though…”
“Are you serious?” I blurted out after a few seconds of mindfuck.
“Why not? I’m curious to see how other women play with themselves, and I bet you could teach me a few things.”
“Can I… Can I touch your tits while I’m playing with myself?” I asked, seeing how far I could go.
Gemma thought for a moment. “Okay, you can touch them if you like.” I stood up and took off my bikini briefs, so turned on I didn’t feel shy about her seeing me naked.
“Where do you want me?” Gemma asked, jumping up and giggling, her breasts bouncing. I lay down on the sun lounger and spread my legs open.
“Kneel down here beside me,” I said huskily. “Rest one of your tits in my hand so I can squeeze it.”
Gemma knelt beside me. “You have a pretty pussy, too. Dark, like your nipples. You’re wet already? Is it my titties that got you so hot?” She smiled as she lowered herself to rest her oiled tit in my hand.
Now, as much as I wanted to take my time and show Gemma how I like to make myself cum, I was so damned turned on that it was a trial to go slow. I split my pussy lips open with two fingers and dipped one into my hole. I could feel my juices on my fingertip and I spread them up to my clit and circled around it. Watching Gemma, I could see she was fascinated – her eyes never left my pussy.
The sight of my sexy best friend kneeling beside me, watching me finger my pussy, her naked, huge, oiled breasts in my hand, just threw me over the edge. Suddenly I was frigging myself furiously, two fingers inside me, my palm stroking my clit hard.
I came the moment I sat up to feel Gemma’s heavy breasts against my belly and tits, and she totally blew me away when, just as I started to cum, she reached out and put her hand on top of mine, her fingers slipping into my hole with my own.
I finished my insane orgasm with two of my own fingers and two of hers inside me. When I finally stopped shaking, she leaned over, kissed me hard on the mouth and said, “This is what best friends do for each other.”
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