1. Friend and Lover


    Date: 7/16/2015, Categories: Group Sex, Author: CirceWand, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    “Sláinte!” We clinked glasses and threw back their contents in unison. Our shooter tasted like a normal, innocent pancake, but the way it made me feel all warm and fuzzy was a feeling I wasn’t accustomed to. Eileen was a practised drinker, but I definitely wasn’t up to her speed. Still, it wasn’t every day you met up with a special friend you seldom get to see to share a cosy weekend together in a guest house in the mountains. It also wasn’t every day that you had a little secret tucked away in the same guest house that you hadn’t informed your friend about, and you realised you weren’t quite as confident juggling it as you thought you would be. Oh, right, that was before the Pancake Shooters, because suddenly nothing seemed quite as complicated anymore. My grin must have looked interesting because Eileen pounced on me. “That’s a very mysterious look? Tell!” Eileen demanded. She wasn’t the normal chocolate box representation of pretty, but she had exotic good looks that stemmed from a mixed heritage of part-island and part-Irish. She was a little package of super-dynamic life and really hard not to love. It helped that gravity and four decades had done a light number on her, so her breasts weren’t quite as perky as her personality. Perfection is boring, I decided as I looked at her appreciatively. Weighing my answer, and eventually deciding to go with a bold distraction. “I was thinking of your breasts, if you must know,” I said, laughing at the surprise on her face. “Kerry, ...
    warn me if you’re going into those type of conversations. I think we might need another round for this!” Before I could decline, she’d poured with her customary exuberance. “What the hell,” she echoed what she clearly read on my face, “We’re sleeping right here, no driving. Enjoy!” And down that one went too, following the same warm and fuzzy path as the others. “Now, I’m ready for anything you want to discuss about my breasts. Hit me!” “They’re not too perky,” I confirmed solemnly. Again I burst out into laughter at the surprise look on her face. “That’s rude!” she countered in mock-offence. “No, think of it from my point of view. You’re lovely, even nicer than you’re pretty, and even more intelligent than you’re either of those. That’s not very fair for me to have to cope with as a friend. But you have this one little fault, your breasts are just slightly not perky, and that makes you perfect for me.” Eileen’s sense of humour was as off the wall as mine, so she took it perfectly in her stride. “Of course they’re perky. See.” With that she lifted her top and flashed them in their braless glory at me. “Perky, perky, perky!” Okay, so maybe the shooters were making her feel warm and fuzzy too. We’d been friends forever, so we weren’t strangers to dressing or undressing together, and at university we’d done our share of experimenting with each other, but she didn’t usually flash and jiggle her breasts in my face anymore. And damn her, she was right, they were perky. “Bitch!” I ...
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