Freshman Week Ch. 03: Best Friends

She was. Charlotte had seen her midterm grades.

Charlotte mimicked her friend's position on the floor, six inches away. Sarah scooted forward until their knees touched.

"Okay! So, umm..." muttered Sarah, sounding less confident. "I guess the best way to learn is just for me to kiss you."

Sarah started to lean forward, slowly. Charlotte's heart pounded. The feeling was ten times stronger now. Even so, she leaned forward...

And Sarah pulled back.

The girl cracked a smile. "Close your eyes, weirdo! Rule one, don't kiss a boy with your eyes open."

"Yes ma'am," said Charlotte, blushing.

They tried again.

With her eyes closed, Charlotte thought it would be jolting when she made contact with her friend's lips. But it wasn't. Sarah came in slowly, gently. When her lips pressed into Charlotte's, it was very soft. Their heads both tilted in complementary angles, keeping their noses from colliding. Charlotte found the experience comforting, fulfilling, even as her little feeling persisted.

They remained there for almost a minute before Sarah pulled away. "See? Not so scary. Now you do me. Initiate."

When it was her turn, Charlotte decided to do something a little different. As the two girls came into contact, she wrapped her arms around Sarah, holding her. The other girl reciprocated. Again, it was so comfortable. Soft...

Charlotte suddenly became aware she had been lip locked with her friend for way too long and released her, pulling away. Self-consciously, she wiped her mouth. Sarah did not.

"See, girl? That was great! You're a natural talent."

Charlotte blushed, but smiled. She couldn't seem to make eye contact with Sarah. "Thanks. That seemed good. But, on a date, that isn't usually the kissing people do, is it? It's more like... well..."

"Like me and Ross?" Sarah asked.

Charlotte had hung out with the couple several times since the weekend at Sarah's, and they were very affectionate people. She had borne witness to a couple make out sessions, or at least parts of them until it had become clear they would not remain PG-13. Charlotte wondered if it was normal to pay as much attention as she did.

Charlotte nodded.

"Well, that's lesson two," said Sarah.

The girl leaned forward and gently brushed Charlotte's hair behind her right ear. "You'll lean a bit this way, like before but more. When the kiss starts, you'll want your mouth to be slightly open. Not much, just an invitation. Enough to get their foot in the door. When they do, so do you. But not too much tongue! You don't want to be super messy... Unless you're into that, of course.

"Get all that?"

Charlotte had not.

She nodded.

Sarah tilted her head. Charlotte realized she was expected to lead again. This time, she remembered to close her eyes.

This time, when their lips touched, she felt Sarah's softly part. Charlotte wrapped her arms around the other girl again. One hand went in between her shoulder, over the strap of her bra. The other was lower on her exposed back. Again, Sarah followed suite.

Charlotte let her tongue gently drift into her friend's mouth. It was surreal, feeling the inside of someone else's mouth, particularly when the other girl responded in kind.

Sarah hadn't gone over this, but Charlotte knew from watching her with Ross that there was supposed to be a certain "chewing" motion. The mouth partially opening and closing. Slowly, she simulated this behavior. She hoped it felt correct to Sarah. To her, all of this felt so very right.

Judging from Sarah's response, it seemed to be acceptable. Charlotte felt the unfamiliar tongue explore her lips, her teeth. As the tongue pleasantly probed her, Charlotte's hands wandered. Her lower hand was gliding yet lower, brushing over the top of Sarah's ass. The other hand had come to Sarah's shoulder.

Charlotte had risen from her seated position and was on her knees, looming over Sarah even as they kissed. She felt in control. She'd become the aggressor. She knew this was a strange position, but she didn't quite want to stop.

Sarah's hand went to the back of Charlotte's head to bring it closer, a physical improbability.

Charlotte realized they were lowering. Sarah had shifter her positioned, gone from cross legged to having her legs before her, and was laying backwards, all the while with her hand on Charlotte's head. They were laying on the ground and Charlotte was still on top. Their chests were pressed together, only separated by the material of their sports bras which now felt much too thick.

Charlotte's hands couldn't be on her friend's back now, so they explored elsewhere: her arms, her shoulders, her stomach, her thighs, her-

It was when Charlotte realized she had run out of anything vaguely resembling neutral real estate that she broke the kiss. She put both hands onto the ground at Sarah's side and lifted her upper body off of the girl. For a second they stayed there, Sarah laying on the ground and Charlotte hovering above her still straddling the other girl's thighs, both breathing heavily.

Charlotte knew she'd lost control. That feeling had overtaken her whole body, her entire self. She hadn't been able to feel anything except for that pleasant tingling, the drive to touch and be touched and feel complete.

She watched Sarah's eyes. Waited for the other girl to say something, to tell her she'd gone too far.

"Wow... So that was incredibly hot," said Sara. A smile broke out across her face. "Either you are the quickest study ever or you are just the best kisser ever. Think you would be willing to give Ross notes sometime?"

Charlotte laughed and rolled off the girl, landing on the ground beside her. "Oh please, you're just talking me up. It's pretty clear Ross keeps you satisfied."

"Yeah he does, but he could still learn a few things. Char, I am fucking soaked!"

Charlotte blushed and looked away, pointedly ignoring how Sarah gestured toward her panties for the other girl to examine.

"Anyway," said Sarah, getting off the ground, "You are ready for whatever happens on your date. And since I helped you out, you better tell me everything!"

Sarah went to her underwear drawer to get a new pair. There was a look on her face: the satisfaction of having helped a friend.

"I will," promised Charlotte.

A hard promise to keep, seeing as there was no Doug.

XxXxX

October 31st:

"This doesn't look like my room," said Charlotte, staring in mild confusion at Sarah's dorm room door.

"That's right," said Sarah, "Because it's my room. And you are staying here tonight."

"But whyyy?" asked Charlotte, latching onto the other girl's arm as Sarah tried to find the keys in her purse.

"Because it turns out you are a lightweight and I am not leaving you alone."

The drunken blonde pouted but said nothing.

For their first Halloween as college students, the two girls had attended their first college party. Being the more experienced of the two at social situations such as this, Sarah had made the plans, from what kind of clothes to wear to what drinks to bring to finding a designated driver. In all of this, she had never thought to consider whether Charlotte had ever gone to a party before, or had a sip of alcohol before.

The answer to both of those questions was no.

Sarah got the door unlocked and the two stumbled inside. Charlotte made a theatrical shushing noise, pointing to the bedroom door. "Nadine might be sleeping," she stage-whispered.

While Sarah was by no means as drunk as her friend, she was not sober either. She frowned as she tried to remember just what the concept behind their costumes had been. She was wearing a black jacket over a red lace bra with matching red leggings. She got the feeling that was supposed to have been something on her head, a hat or a headband, but it had been lost in the shuffle.

Meanwhile, whatever Charlotte had been wearing originally, she was down to a blue crop top, a pair of Sarah's booty shorts, and flip-flops Sarah was sure she'd commandeered from someone at the party.

What had they been? An angel and a demon? Sexy insert-whatever-here? She had no recollection

"Whatever. Let's go to bed Char."

"What bed? Whose?"

"My bed, Char. Who else's?"

"Wait, wait." Charlotte lightly pulled away from Sarah. "I don't know about that."

"Why not?"

"I just..." Charlotte paused, considering. "S'only a twin. I don't think it'll fit us."

Sarah rolled her eyes. "Trust me, if Ross and I can fit, we can fit. Let's go."

Charlotte bit her lip, but didn't resist.

Sarah opened the bedroom door. Nadine, who was lying in bed in the dark but still had her headphones in, opened her eyes and halfway setup. "What's going on?"

"Nothing, Nadine. Just heading to bed."

"Well stop being so loud." The girl turned up the volume on her phone and turned to face the wall.

"Fuck you too, bitch," Sarah whispered under her breath. She led Charlotte by the hand to her side of the room and sat her down on the side of the bed. "Alright, I'm getting changed. You get ready for bed too."

"What am I supposed to wear?"

"Whatever you want, I don't care. You can borrow some of my leggings or t-shirts if you want."

Sarah shrugged out of her jacket, unclipped her bra and tossed it in the hamper, then sat beside Charlotte to slide off her leggings. Her friend watched her the whole time, looking as though she were evaluating or considering something. Sarah didn't mind being seen naked by another girl, but this was kind of weirding her out. What was in her drunken mind?

When Sarah stood up, Charlotte stood up too. "This needs to come off," she said, grabbing her crop top at the base and peeling it off her body. "And this too." She unclipped her bra, then handed both items to Sarah. The girl leaned forward to grab the waistband of her shorts and slid them off of her body, leaving them on Sarah's bedroom floor. The only piece of clothing left on her were a pair of violet panties.

"Do you want a t-shirt to put on?" Sarah asked.

The other girl shook he shook her, sitting back down on the bed. "Nope, I'm already too hot."

Sarah couldn't help but grin at her friend. Normally Char was too embarrassed to even look at her with her shirt off. With alcohol loosening the rigid control her parents had ingrained in her, the poor thing couldn't overcome her curiosity and stared straight into Sarah's tits.

Not that Sarah wasn't taking the opportunity to catch an eyeful. She had always found her friend's tits intriguing, especially since their make out when they had come so close. That was strictly in a girl-power-mutual-appreciation way, of course.

And Charlotte's boobs were pretty fantastic. They were perky, round, with small pink nipples. The skin below her neckline and up until her stomach was milky white. She'd need to take the girl tanning sometime.

Sarah felt her own boobs. She had tits big enough to claim she had tits, basically. At least Ross liked them.

Sarah realized she had been having this existential crisis in front of the drunk girl and turned back to her closet. "Do you want anything, Charlotte? Sweatpants? Leggings?"

"Nnnnn... No!" declared Charlotte petulantly. She flopped back onto the bed, causing her tits to bounce. "Don't need 'em. Tired of fucking sleep shirts."

Sarah stifled a laugh. "Alright, girl. You do you."

Sarah slid off her panties and selected a t shirt she had stolen from Ross to wear for the night. Looking at the grey shirt with the logo for the factory he worked at plastered at the front, Sarah started thinking about her absent boyfriend. She wished he had been there that night. Getting drunk made her horny (much like exercise, camping, concerts, cycling, steak, and a few other things).

She sniffed the article and frowned. It didn't even smell like him. Sarah wished she hadn't washed it.

Sarah put the shirt on and went back to the bed. "Move over," she said to Charlotte. Her friend was lying on the close end of the mattress, blocking her entrance. Charlotte groaned and rolled to face the wall, but didn't actually move from the edge.

"Okay, whatever." Sarah crawled over the girl onto the open half of the mattress. When she landed, Sarah was only a few inches away from her topless best friend. Charlotte had her eyes clamped shut, but Sarah could tell she was only pretending to sleep. The most obvious tell was the speed at which her breasts rose and fell with her breath.

It took Sarah a minute to realize she was staring at her friend's naked body. She shook herself out of it. This was just an intimate situation. She was horny from drinking. Her fixation had nothing to do without how resplendent Char's tits were, or how full her lips were. The lips she had kissed not all that long ago. Did drinking make Char horny too?

Sarah decided this would be a great time to see what people were doing on Instagram. She reached over Charlotte to grab the phone she had left on the nightstand. There was a notification, a text from Ross: "Hope you girls got home safe. Love you" followed by a heart emoji.

He was so thoughtful. If only she could do something to show her appreciation.

An impish smile crossed Sarah's face. She pulled off his shirt and then grabbed the blanket, raising it so that it covered Charlotte's nipples but not her cleavage. She scooted up so that her breasts were fully exposed above the blankets.

"Hey," said Char, no longer feigning sleep, "I said I was too hot."

"I know, but I want to take a pic for Ross. You don't want your tits on the internet do you?"

"Guess not. Would Ross really do that?"

"I doubt it, but you know boys. Can't be too careful. Now smile!"

Sarah lifted her phone over the two. She stared into the lens with a seductive smirk on her face, her breasts fully exposed. Usually she wouldn't be this daring, but it felt right in the moment. She laid flat on her back puffing her chest out to try and make her boobs look bigger, the blanket that mostly hid Char's tits at her navel. Beside her, Charlotte squeezed in to be more in frame. Her exposed cleavage brushed against Sarah's side. Beneath the blanket, Char could feel how her nipples brushed bare skin. Her face was almost level with Sarah's breasts. Char kept her face pointed to the camera, but her eyes couldn't help but tilt toward her friend's assets.

Sarah sent the pic with a caption: "Safe and sound. Love you boo"

Almost immediately the text screen displayed the three dancing dots of a response being composed. The naked girls giggled as they waited. There was an energy in the room they were sharing, Sarah felt. Part of it was having fun messing with a boy. But there was an undeniable sexual edge to it. She was turned on, and she was pretty sure Charlotte was too. Was it weird, she was enabling and encouraging her boyfriend to look at another girl's body? Was it a joke or an extension of the thrill she'd had performing sexually in front of Char a month ago? Sarah considered herself sexually liberated, but bringing another person into her sexual relationship with a significant other was new territory. Maybe territory she didn't want to explore.

Maybe she'd just never had a friendship this close.

Ross sent his reply: "Getting the full college experience?" and a laughing emoji.

Sarah smirked. Her sense of humor often directed to making people uncomfortable. She could tell Ross was using humor to hide how sexy he found Charlotte. They were really ruffling his feathers.

"Hey Char, do you mind if I take a photo with your boobs?"

Charlotte blinked a couple times as she tried to process the request. "I thought we were worried about them being put online?"

Sarah shrugged. "Well yeah. But if I take a picture with just your boobs and not your face, no one will know who it is."

"I- uh, I guess that's cool. Why not?"

Sarah flipped the blanket down to expose her friend. She scooted down until her nose was only inches away from Char's nipple. Sarah reached up to ready the camera, making sure her hand was tilted at an angle that would conceal her friend's identity.

On an impulse, Sarah stuck out her tongue and lightly touched it against Charlotte's nipple. It was warm. Char squeaked. The camera flashed.

She captioned the photo: "You know it."

Ross's response was immediate. "Holy shit" with a blushing emoji. "I need to visit soon," eggplant, heart emoji.

Sarah fell back onto her pillow. She showed Charlotte the photo and response and the two laughed like school girls. They talked for a minute about boys and drinks and what they remembered from the party, each trying not to be cognizant of the naked beauty beside them, and how their bare flesh kept touching as they moved and jostled in the twin size bed. Eventually, Charlotte yawned.

"Sleepy?" asked Sarah, sounding a tad disappointed.

Charlotte nodded. "Mm-hmm. We'll have to pick this up in the morning."

Charlotte rolled to face away from Sarah. Before long her breathing had become slow and even.

Sarah was tired too, but she still had so much energy. And now that she was actually expected to fall asleep, the bed felt much smaller. She couldn't lay on her back without threatening to knock over Char, she didn't sleep on her stomach, and laying on her side away from her friend would basically press her face into the wall.

Sarah yawned, her eyes growing heavy. How did she and Ross share this bed?

There had to be a comfortable position...

XxXxX

November 1st:

When Charlotte woke up, her head was still a bit fuzzy. There had been the party, drinking, she stole some flip flops. Then Sarah's place. They'd taken some photos. And hadn't Sarah... licked her?

Charlotte spent a few minutes sorting through her memories before she considered just how warm she felt. There was the blanket, but there was also a certain weight against her back.

She opened her eyes.

In the night, the blanket had fallen away from Charlotte's chest, leaving her exposed. The other bed was empty, meaning at some point Nadine had woken up and seen her like this. Charlotte flushed just thinking about it.

Charlotte looked down. There was an arm wrapped around her midriff. An arm whose hand had well-manicured fingernails. Putting two and two together, Charlotte realized what the weight at her back was.

They were spooning. Sarah gripped her best friend and pressed her body into her. Her petite breasts were against Charlotte's back. If Char concentrated, she could feel where two nipples rubbed just below her shoulder blades.

Sarah's face was against Charlotte's neck, slightly above it so she could breathe. Strands of Charlotte's long blonde hair hung over the girl's serene face.

Charlotte's right arm was constricted to her side by Sarah's embrace. She couldn't move it all at the elbow, but her wrist was free. Experimentally, she ran a finger up the girl's thigh. When she reached the point where leg became pelvis and still didn't feel any fabric, Charlotte shivered. As she had suspected, Sarah hadn't worn any panties to bed. Which meant that over Charlotte's underwear, Sarah's pussy would be directly against her ass.

A treacherous part of Charlotte's unconscious wished that she hadn't worn panties either. What did Sarah feel like down there?

It goes without saying that Charlotte had never been spooned before. She had seen Ross and Sarah assume poses much like this in the past. She imagined they slept like this most nights they were together. Although Sarah seemed a more likely little spoon.

She could see the appeal. Being cupped like this was comforting. Safe. And feeling another person's skin against hers, this full body contact, was a rare treat. Especially with someone she admired as much as her best friend.