Beth and Jenny share a Bed

"Well here's the room Jenny. Sorry again about the sleeping arrangements."

"Oh stop being silly Beth. It's really no big deal that there's only one bed."

"I know. It's just that I specifically requested a room with two beds when I made this reservation. I can't believe they overbooked for the night and stuck us with a single-bed room instead."

"Hey, these things happen. Especially since it's now almost midnight. They probably half-figured that we weren't going to show up anyway by the time ten o'clock had come and gone."

"I guess. And at least they were nice about things and only charged us half-price for this single. Anyway, I'm otherwise having fun on our little weekend getaway. How about you?"

"A full weekend away from Mark and the boys? Are you kidding me? Beth I'm in heaven!"

"Tell me about it. I'm just lucky that Greg didn't seem to mind too much when I told him about our plans for this weekend. But then again, he's not the one who went through labor three separate times in the span of eight years!"

"Exactly. He owes you. Just like Mark owes me for giving him a pair of sons to call his own."

"Yup. And hey. Look at this bed. At least it's queen-sized."

"Yeah. Nice. And again, I'm not put off in the least at the thought of us sleeping in the same bed for the night. I mean we've been friends for over a decade now right?"

"Let's see. We first met when our oldest ones were in the same kindergarten class together. And they're sixteen now so... Eleven years then? Something like that."

"Where does the time go? Geez. And speaking of which, we better hit the hay here pretty soon if we're still planning on getting to that flea market over in Sarasota before nine tomorrow morning."

"Sounds good. So are you planning on telling Mark that we shared the same bed tonight?"

"Ha! As if! You know how guys are. His first question is going to be if we slept together naked."

"Right?! Men! I'm not telling Greg either. He'd enjoy hearing about this too much. And besides, a girl has to have her little secrets afterall."

"Exactly. Well I guess we should change into our sleeping attire for the night."

"Yeah. Unless... Nah. Never mind. You can use the bathroom to go change first if you'd like."

"Wait a second Beth. What were you about to say?"

"Umm... No thanks. I better not go there. You'll think I've lost my marbles or something."

"Too late for that. I've had my suspicions about you ever since I learned that you actually like watching golf!"

"Hey now. A lot of those professional golfers are really cute! And besides, it gives me and Greg something to talk about when he's not complaining about how many pairs of shoes I own."

"Fair enough. But cute or not, I still have no idea how you can stay awake for any longer than fifteen minutes while watching those guys whacking around those little balls that you can barely even see on the screen anyway. Now out with it missy. What were you about to say a second ago?"

"Well... Like I said... It's fun sometimes having a secret to keep from our husbands, right? Like the fact that we're about to share this bed together tonight. So what if there was something else about tonight that we decided to keep from them as well?"

"I'm listening. And if you keep stalling...I'll tell Greg about those red pumps you bought on the down-low last weekend."

"They were on sale at least! Well ten percent off anyway. Okay though here it goes. Just say, 'You're crazy Beth,' and I'll drop this topic entirely. But since you brought it up first, I guess I don't mind the thought of us sleeping naked together tonight."

"Hey don't blame me for this idea of yours! I was just guessing what Mark might think is all!"

"Ten four. Forget I brought it up then. Let's just change for bed and try to get in a few good hours of shut-eye before we need to leave in the morning."

"Not so fast Beth. Here. Have a seat besides me on the bed and tell me more about where this idea of yours came from."

"Okay. So you've known me long enough to know I'm not... You know... Like that. Still though. In addition to liking the idea of having a really big secret that I'd be keeping from Greg... I don't know. It just kind of strikes me as being a bit flirty should you and I actually do what you sort of joked about there a minute ago."

"Hmm. Flirty huh? Okay then. Now that you've put it like that... Well... I really can't say that I have any reason to object."

"Seriously Jenny? I mean... I don't want you to feel like I'm pressuring you into this or anything."

"Oh please. You know me. I speak my mind regardless of the consequences. If I did feel that way... Trust me... I'd just come right out and say it."

"Yeah I suppose so. Sorry. But still. I don't want you to get the wrong impression about things. Maybe 'flirty' is the wrong word for me to use in reference to my thought process behind this. It almost seems to imply that I've been chomping at the bit for the opportunity to make this kind of suggestion to you."

"Oh stop it Beth. We've been married to our husbands for almost forty years combined with five kids between us so I think our bona fides as a pair of straight girls has been firmly established by now. And besides... I'm kind of flattered that you would deem me worthy of flirting with in the first place. It's a compliment coming from maybe my best-looking friend."

"Wow. Thank you for saying that Jenny. And there's no question that you're absolutely my best-looking friend. I mean if I were a guy... Yeah. Short buxom blondes such as yourself would probably be my weakness."

"Buxom huh? That's a polite way of pointing out those five extra pounds I can never seem to get rid of!"

"Jenny! I meant nothing of the sort! And besides... It doesn't count if those five extra pounds are located in your bosom."

"Well Mark certainly agrees with you there. He likes to joke that I have two boys and two girls. And those girls of mine were only C-cup-sized before our boys came along and... Well... I suppose I have them to thank for now wearing D-cups instead."

"Oh stop rubbing it in that I'm still a B-cup-girl even after giving birth three separate times."

"But Beth you're so tall! And skinny! And leggy! So that makes it three to one the way I'm keeping score."

"Oh yeah? Well you're the one with that booty that I see guys checking out all the time. And your dimples have to count for a point as well. And I'm giving you an extra point also for being a blonde. So that makes it four to three in your favor according to my calculations."

"Dishwater blonde technically according to my stylist. And I'd much rather have a mane of straight brown hair like yours than all of these unruly blonde curls of mine."

"You know what? Let's just agree that both of our husbands are damn lucky to have wives still capable of turning heads even well into their thirties and leave it at that."

"Done! Okay then. I may have been the one to accidentally bring up the notion of us sleeping naked together but you're the one who took that idea and ran with it so I'll leave this part up to you. Would you suggest that we first turn out the lights and get naked in the dark before climbing under the covers together or... You know... Should we strip naked in front of each other with the lights still on before getting into bed?"

"Oh no you don't Jenny! We stumbled into this idea together so I'm at least going to need a little input on your part before making that decision."

"Fair enough I suppose. Let's see now. Even though you tried to walk it back afterwards... You originally said that part of your love for this idea is how flirty it seems to you. Well it really wouldn't be all that flirtatious if we just found ourselves naked under the covers without even watching how it happened in the first place now would it?"

"Well when you put it like that. Are you sure though? I don't mind that idea but I hope you didn't just say all of that because you think it's what I want to hear."

"Again Beth... You know me well enough by now to know that I don't pull any punches. So it's settled then right?"

"Seems that way. And now I'm trying to think of what's the least amount of clothing that you and I have ever seen each other wearing before. Bikinis right?"

"I think so. And just bras and panties a couple of times also while out clothes shopping and trying on outfits together if I'm not mistaken."

"Yeah that too. So should we stand back up now and strip down to just our bras and panties together then? Just for starters I mean. You know. To make sure we're both still comfortable with all of this even then before we take the next step with things."

"Sounds like a plan. Okay then. Ready when you are. Let's just remove these sundresses we're both wearing in-tandem okay?"

"Well this part is no big deal at least. And... Done. Oh wow Jenny. Your undies are matching. How cute! And your boobs look amazing in that bra by the way."

"Thank you. Under-wires can be a busty girl's best friend sometimes! And that's a cute set of undies you're wearing too. Boy-shorts in combination with a sports-bra? Kind of sexy in a sporty sort of way."

"You're too kind. And... Oh! Thank you for turning around like that to let me check out your tushy wrapped nice and snug inside those panties of yours. Talk about flirty! And yeah. No wonder I'm always seeing random guys shooting looks at your bum! It's... Umm... Rather alluring I must admit."

"How sweet of you to say Beth. And no wonder I'm always seeing random guys checking out those legs of yours. They stretch for days!"

"Aww. High praise indeed coming from the likes of a curvy cutie such as yourself. So... Are you still okay with what we agreed upon doing now?"

"Absolutely. You?"

"Yeah. Trust me. I'm good."

"Glad to hear it. So go ahead and remove your bra as I'm removing mine."

"Okay. No biggie really. For as long as we've been friends by now it's not like... Whoa! Look at those! Holy cow! They're even bigger than I was expecting!"

"Thanks. I just wish they could be shaped as firm as yours are. I mean geez Beth. Those are just so perky! How is that even possible for a thirty-something mother of three?"

"Small ones like mine are just like that I guess. And don't you dare say anything bad about yours! They're only positioned a bit low out in front of your body because of how heavy they must be. Otherwise look at how they're rounded into almost perfect spheres. And such big spheres of flesh at that! I'm impressed Jenny. Truly."

"Stop it please Beth. You're making me blush! And at least let me diss my areolas. I hate how ridiculously big they are even in comparison to my boobs as a whole. And they're too bright a shade of pink for my liking as well. They're nothing like those cute little perfectly proportioned light brown ones of yours."

"Oh woe is me. My name is Jenny and I have curves for days including a killer rack decorated with these beautiful big pink areolas that only draw more attention to just how wonderful my tits truly are. Someone please take pity on my poor soul."

"Very funny Beth. And point taken as well. So I promise not to put down my rear-end once I'm showing that to you as well."

"No time like the present. So let's turn our backs to each other before we pull down our panties. Then we can check out each other's butts in the flesh before we turn back around to face each other naked."

"Deal. Ready then? Good. On the count of three. One... Two... Three."

"Damn! You better not put that down! That's a work of art right there!"

"Aww. How sweet. Thank you dear. And I don't want to hear you put down yours either. Talk about pert! Those are such cute little cheeks!"

"Again... High praise indeed coming from someone who could pass as a Kardashian in that respect!"

"You're too kind. And my husband certainly agrees with you about that. So... Umm... Are we still good to go with this next part then?"

"I am if you are."

"Absolutely. One more time then. One... Two... Three."

"Wow. Just... Wow. For a mother of two... Remarkably impressive."

"Likewise yourself for a mother of three."

"And I swear I'm trying not to look Jenny but..."

"It's okay. I keep myself waxed clean down there. Surprised?"

"Umm... I maybe would be if I ever took the time to ponder the grooming habits of my friends."

"Oh snap. Good one Beth! And I think it's really cute the way that you keep your patch of downstairs hair so neatly trimmed into just that little rectangle."

"Thanks. Greg calls it a landing strip. It must have been something he read online."

"More than likely. I stopped looking through Mark's search history ages ago. I could only take so many pics of redheads in lingerie."

"Greg seems to prefer blondes. Funny though he's never mentioned anything to me about you in that sort of way before. Or maybe not now that I think about it."

"Right! That would negate his being able to complain about your shoe collection ever again."

"Something like that. So what now? Bedtime I suppose?"

"Sounds good to me. I'll hit the lights if you'd like."

"Okay. And I'll just be over here getting into bed naked is all. And waiting for a friend of mine to join me. Naked also herself of course."

"And here I am now climbing into bed naked too. With a friend of mine already here under the covers naked herself. Ho hum. Nothing to see here folks."

"Well duh. You just turned off the lights silly."

"You should really consider a career in stand-up comedy Beth. Now tell me something please. Is this every bit as flirty as you were thinking it might be?"

"I really regret using that word earlier in truth. But still... Yes. It does feel very flirtatious for me to be laying here naked under these covers while knowing that you're laying naked under the same covers only inches away."

"Good. Because I feel the same way too. And I'm really not even all that tired now because of it. How about you?"

"Well now that you mention it ... We can stay up and talk for a bit if you'd like."

"Cool. About what? You pick the topic."

"Okay. Golf. How do you feel about the rule stating that you can't get relief from a sand trap filled with water?"

"Never mind. I'll pick the topic. Ever think about maybe having one more kid?"

"Go in the bathroom right now and wash your mouth out with soap!"

"I'll take that as a no then. Me neither. Two is enough. And the thought of me going through labor for a third time... No thanks."

"Hey I did it three times. What's the matter? Chicken?"

"Absolutely. Cluck, cluck, cluck. And I don't need my you-know-what all stretched out of shape for another couple of months afterwards either. At my age there's no guarantee that it would recover as well as it did those first two times."

"Oh hush. You're thirty-seven not sixty-seven. And a youthful thirty-seven at that."

"No such thing. So what's your excuse for not wanting a fourth little pride and joy?"

"Oh gee I don't know. I'd only be like fifty-five by the time they'd be heading off for college! And okay... Busted. Me too about that whole not liking the thought of my you-know-what being all stretched out of shape for however long after I had given birth."

"See! It's a legit concern, right?"

Well... I would say not so much a concern but just an inconvenience that I'd rather not have to deal with. It's been six years now since I've given birth and.. At least according to Greg... I'm every bit as in-shape down there as ever."

"Mark says the same about me. And that's a strange thought that I just had. Too bad it would certainly be more than just flirty though."

"Huh? What would be more than just flirty?"

"Umm... No. I better not say. You'll get the wrong idea."

"C'mon now Jenny. There's to be no secrets between a pair of friends laying naked in bed together."

"I suppose. But first give me your word that you won't get upset if what I'm about to suggest is maybe wholly inappropriate."

"Out with it missy. What inappropriate thought did you just have?"

"Oh it's nothing really. Just the thought of us maybe having a contest to see which one might be in better shape down there."

"Wait... What?!"

"I tried to warn you Beth."

"You don't mean..."

"It's been six years for you and eight years for me since we've both given birth. So maybe it might be fun for us to see how we compare with each other in terms of how tight our birthing canals now happen to be."

"You mean like a contest to see which of our pussies might be the tighter of the two?"

"Very good. Now I think you've got it."

"Okay then! Wow! So... Hypothetically speaking... How would we carry out such a contest?"

"That's just the thing. We'd have to use our fingers of course. And now you know why I used the word 'inappropriate' earlier."

"Gee Jenny. You think?! I mean it's not every day that a friend of mine suggests that we should insert our fingers inside of one another's vagina!"

"In all fairness... No offense but it's not every day that a friend of mine suggests that we should sleep together naked either."

"Okay. Okay. Touché. Still though... There's a big difference between that flirtatious suggestion of mine and this inappropriate suggestion of yours."

"I'm not saying there isn't Beth. So just tell me, 'Thanks but no thanks Jenny,' and we can talk about something else instead."

"After you just hit me with the idea of us using our fingers to explore how tight each other's pussy happens to be? Oh sure. Let's now just move on to discussing what our kids have been up to lately or something."

"Okay. Well last week Jake hit a double in Little League and after the game his coach told me that-"

"Ugh! You're impossible! Look... I'm not mad about this or anything. It's just such an unconventional request that I'm having trouble wrapping my head around it is all."

"Please be honest. Are you afraid that you might get turned on while your best-looking friend... Your words not mine... Is penetrating your birthing canal with a couple of her fingers?"

"Oh spare me. You're the one who pointed out earlier how my bona fides as a strictly straight-girl have been firmly established by now."

"Okay it isn't that then. So what other grounds do you have for rejecting my idea? Would you maybe consider it to be cheating on your husband should you go ahead and agree to it instead?"

"Well no. Not really. I mean my gynecologist has to put his fingers inside of me during my yearly exams but... Still... I'm not touching his cock at the same time too if you catch my drift."

"Because it's clinical! Which is merely what I'm suggesting as well. A clinical exercise that is. And that's why I keep using the phrase 'birthing canal' to describe where we'd be placing our fingers."

"Semantics Jenny. And maybe you only made that suggestion to see if it really would turn me on to have you penetrating me like that. Or maybe you're curious to see if it would turn you on to have me penetrating you like that instead."

"Neither of which. Not until just now that is. All you just said would also then be a little experiment we'd be conducting while engaging in that certain contest of ours."

"Oh for heaven's sake Jenny. I'm certainly not saying yes but... Okay... Let me hear what you think the ground rules should be with what you have in mind before I make my decision."

"Well... Let's see. We would first have to penetrate ourselves to see what that feels like before penetrating one another. You know... for the sake of comparison. Then I guess we'd have to discuss what both of our opinions are about the topic at hand before coming to some sort of conclusion about the matter."

"Fair enough. About what I was expecting. Now tell me how many fingers you had in mind for this little contest of yours."

"Oh! I guess I hadn't considered that part yet. So let's see then. One certainly wouldn't be enough. And I'm not sure about two either. So what about three? Our birthing canals are certainly both a bit stretchy by now thanks to the fact that we've given birth five times combined so...You know... I doubt any fewer than three would be enough for us to get an accurate reading on things."