Best Friends Pt. 07: Birthday Party

As soon as she said it, she regretted it.

Becky's face fell. Her bottom lip wobbled and her eyes filled with tears.

"You... you..." she said.

Lisa stared for a moment. The fire had gone out in her now.

"I... maybe shouldn't have said that. It's just... sometimes... well, it's a bit embarrassing..."

Becky looked hurt. "I embarrass you?"

"Look... no. No, you don't. It's just... I don't know. This. All this. It can be a bit too much."

"Well, should I go and put some clothes on? If you're not comfortable?"

"No, it's just... it's not that."

"Then what is it? What am I supposed to do?"

"I don't know."

"What do you want me to do?"

Lisa knew the answer to that question – but she wasn't brave enough to speak it out loud. "I don't know!" she lied.

She wanted to tell Becky. She wanted to tell her how her desire for her friend had only grown stronger the more she had become involved in Becky's naked adventures. She wanted to tell her how she found her body so beautiful, so lovely, how she wanted to take her in her arms, hold her, kiss her, all over. How she had always thought she was straight but now all her fantasies were of one girl, how she would imagine the two of them making love and that this was all she wanted in the world.

She wanted to tell her friend that she was afraid she might actually be in love with her. But the fear Becky might reject her, that it might destroy what they already had, was too strong, and she couldn't form the words.

Even though now it meant she was hurting her best friend's feelings.

Becky looked sadden. "Well, I'm sorry," she said, her voice subdued. "Whatever it is, I'm sorry for it." And with that she left the room.

–

Lisa pouted, sullen and a little too drunk.

Becky had covered up briefly when she'd rejoined the party, wrapping a colourful blanket over her nakedness. It was probably, Lisa felt, in deference to their argument but to see Becky do that was if anything more awkward for Lisa, as it showed her comments had gotten to her friend and were eroding the extreme confidence she had earlier displayed.

Lisa was almost relieved when, a few drinks later, Becky managed to lose the blanket and was again nude among the clothed guests.

They didn't talk to each other much, after their row in the kitchen. Becky quickly gravitated toward another friend, a guy named Ben, and his girlfriend Amanda. The three of them had spent much of the rest of the party lounging on the sofa in the back room, chatting away conspiratorially. Lisa was left to herself, and although she put on the best face and attempted to be social with her other friends, her mind was always on Becky.

It was growing late now. The party was winding down, some friends had already headed home. She hadn't even seen Becky in a while. Lisa was considering simply leaving but she felt she couldn't do so without at least saying something else, probably apologetic, to her nudist friend.

She needed to find Becky first though. The house she shared with her mother wasn't large but it didn't seem like Becky was anywhere downstairs, or in the back yard. Party guests were forbidden from going up into the bedrooms but Lisa supposed that didn't really apply to Becky, so she decided to hunt her out and see if she was upstairs before she left.

It was dark upstairs, and Becky's own bedroom was empty. So too was her mother's – but suddenly Lisa saw a chink of light coming from the guest bedroom at the far end of the corridor. Assuming Becky must be in there, she went to push it open.

Then she stopped.

Through the slightly open door, she had a good view into the room. She couldn't help but grin. The light in the room was low, but she could see her friend Ben, naked, his bum very nicely toned. He was fucking Amanda, his girlfriend. She was naked too, bent over the bed – Ben was fucking her from behind, his thrusts strong and confident. Lisa couldn't help but feel a tension between her legs, a little electric shiver as she recalled her night in the tent with Ross. She'd like a guy to do that to her, she thought – in fact, she'd have no complaints if it were Ben, although she'd never wish to come between him and Amanda, they were great together.

She was about to turn and go, when her eyes, growing accustomed to the dim lighting, registered something surprising. The two lovers weren't alone in the bedroom. There was someone else with them. A woman, on the bed.

Lisa's blood chilled. It was Becky.

Becky was lying on the bed, propped up by a stack of pillows. She was still naked, and her legs were wide apart, because Amanda's head was in between them.

Amanda was going down on Becky while Ben was fucking his girlfriend. Becky was laughing but her head was tilted back and her eyes were closed, there was an expression of happiness and pleasure on her face.

Lisa felt sick, and her head span. As quietly as she could, she turned and fled from the doorway. Nobody had seen her. She rushed to the bathroom, the booze she had drunk suddenly turning on her, and threw up into the toilet. She was shaking.

She couldn't believe what she'd seen.

She'd never considered the possibility that Becky might have any sexual interest in other women. Nothing Becky had said had ever even hinted at it. That had been one of the things that had made her resolve to try to keep her own attraction to her friend a secret, because she'd been sure that Becky only liked guys.

But now, there she was, enjoying lovemaking with another woman. True, it was a threesome, there was a guy involved as well, but it showed Becky to at the very least be a little more inclined to experimentation than Lisa had ever realized she was.

Her head whirling with unanswered questions and missed opportunities, Lisa ran downstairs and, without anybody noticing, left the party.

–

Her dreams that night were of Amanda's tongue eagerly lapping at Becky's labia, her nose tickled by the soft cushion of Becky's pubic hair. She dreamed of Becky, aroused, nipples standing proud on her beautiful bare breasts. Dream-Becky caressed herself, threw back her head, laughed happily. She was close to climax, the other girl's tongue and lips doing their work, bringing her to the edge of orgasm. Then the dream dissolved and Lisa awoke, desperately horny, her head pounding and her mouth dry.

Sleepily, she masturbated – slowly at first, but with increasing vigor and growing frustration. Her climax came at last but it was unsatisfactory and she sank back into her pillows with uneasy and anxious thoughts.

What had happened yesterday? Firstly, Becky had come to the party naked, without giving Lisa any prior indication that she had planned to do anything so outrageous. Having been for so long the only person in whom Becky had confided her secret naked life, Lisa could not help but to feel slighted at having been left out of the planning of this demonstration, especially when Becky took the opportunity to share with all her assembled friends something that had once been shared only with Lisa alone.

The two had fought, with much left unsaid not just by Lisa but, Lisa felt, Becky too had been holding something back. And, in the aftermath, while things were strained between them, Lisa had stumbled upon something else she had not been meant to know – Becky in bed with another woman, and that woman's boyfriend, making love.

When she'd been younger, Lisa had developed a crush on a boy at school – like many young kids with a crush, she hadn't been brave enough to voice her feelings. One day, she'd seen him holding hands at lunch with another girl, and it had been heartbreaking. If I'd done something differently, she'd thought, that could have been me instead of her.

She was feeling something similar now. She didn't know the story of how Becky had come to be in bed with two other people – although she rather expected it had something to do with Becky showing up to the party naked, and of course, alcohol. But now she knew that Becky had been at least open to experimenting with another woman – it was just that the woman she'd experimented with hadn't been her. Had she behaved differently towards her friend, or made her feelings known, maybe the night would have ended with Becky and Lisa, instead of Becky, Amanda and Ben?

She'd never know now, but it was a thought which wouldn't go away.

(To be continued.)