How close can friends be?

Claire glanced at her study partner, unperturbed by the viscous white fluids streaked across her face, studying Dolores?s chest.

?Are you wearing a bra, D?? she asked softly.

?Claire!? the redhead gasped, looking up from her notebook. ?What kind of question is that??

?We just traded panties,? the brunette rolled her eyes. ?Why should you have a problem with me asking if you?re wearing a bra or not??

?Cause I?m not,? Dolores admitted, blushing as she glanced around conspiratorially. ?Why? Did you want to trade bras as well??

?Nope,? Claire grinned. ?I wanted to see your breasts.?

Gaping at her friend, the redhead flushed darker. Chewing at her lower lip, the college student looked around to make sure no one was near.

?C?mon, D!? her study partner urged, ?No one can see us over here! The only way they could is if they were invisible!?

?Okay,? Dolores giggled, grasping the hem of her red polo. ?Cause it?s you.? The red-haired girl quickly shucked her shirt off and set it on her book bag.

?Now you,? she smirked at Claire. With a grin, the brunette slipped out of her black tunic and pushed the cups of her lacy light blue demi-bra underneath her breasts.

?You definitely tan better than I do,? the redhead remarked.

?But you have cute buds,? the brunette pouted. ?My areolas are flat.?

?They?re not all that great,? Dolores shrugged, jiggling her firm bosom. ?My areolas and nipples are real sensitive. They hurt pretty bad if I wear tight tops and bras, so I don?t.?

?What?s it like? Not wearing a bra, I mean,? Claire asked, hungry with curiosity. ?I can?t think of a time when I?ve never worn a bra, ?cept in bed.?

?I like it,? the redhead said. ?My chest never feels confined and when I walk, I get shivers from my shirts sliding across my nipples. I may have orgasmed once because of the friction, but I was pretty drunk at the time so I?m not sure.?

?Wish mine did that,? the brunette frowned. ?Then I could get off to something other than my hand.?

?What happened to Brad??

?I came home one night and found him screwing my roommate. Apparently, they?ve been fucking like rabbits whenever I was gone.?

?That sucks.?

?Yeah,? Claire sighed, fingering her nipples. ?Practicing my blowjob technique won?t help much if I never get a cock in my mouth.?

?How soon do you put out in a relationship?? Dolores asked.

?As soon as he gives me a real orgasm, then I?ll give him one,? the brunette sniffed. ?To give, I need to receive.?

?So never then.?

?Possibly. You??

?Well,? Dolores blushed demurely. ?I won?t suck a cock right off the bat, but I am willing to stroke a boy off. There?s something about having a soft piece of meat just stiffen at the touch of my hand that makes me all shivery inside, y?know? And in my mouth? Wow.? The redhead quivered. ?But I ain?t gonna take it til I get married. I don?t need to have any accidents ruin my future. That degree will be mine.?

Claire blinked at her friend, awed by the redhead?s determination.

?Y?know, D, we could, ah, help each other out,? she said hesitantly. ?

?How?s that??

?I mean we, ah, could-?

?Screw ourselves silly?? Dolores said bluntly. ?It could prevent, ah, some health issues, but I?m not sure I could do it. We are friends, but we?ve never been that close before, trading clothes in public aside. I?m not sure I?m ready for an intimate emotional relationship right now.?

?Oh,? Claire said softly, her eyes downcast, trembling at the rejection from one of her few friends.