Making Up

Lacey slid the pink satin chemise down and over her naked body. A Christmas gift from Whitney, she felt fortunate that her friend thought ahead. It felt soft and smooth on her skin. Expecting the cabin to be chilly, she'd been surprised by how toasty it got at night in the master suite. Whitney had said that her father had added an extra venting system that helped warm his private sanctuary from the fireplace in the great room. So the gift proved helpful as she'd brought thicker sleepwear.

Hearing the door from the bathroom open, the petite redhead beamed at what Ramsey had on. It was a pale green satin camisole set with shorts.

"You're wearing Whitney's gift too!" Lacey remarked excitedly.

"I thought I should after what happened with her," Ramsey explained nervously. The cami top and shorts were far sexier and showed more skin than she felt comfortable with usually.

"It looks great! We should take a picture of us two and accidentally post it," Lacey suggested, knowing that her more prudish friend would never go for it.

"Lace!" Ramsey hissed, proving her friend right.

"Relax. I'm only joking," Lacey giggled. "But if you wanted to announce that Ramsey Swift was open for business, that would be the way to do it."

The throw pillow from the chair earned its name as it hit the giggling redhead right in the face.

"Hey!"

"You got what you deserve," Rammy stated, putting her dirty outfit into the clothes basket. Then, taking a deep breath, she asked a question that had consumed her for the last twenty-four hours. "Lacey, let me start by saying that I don't want to start a fight, okay. But isn't it weird for a guy to have a crush on me while never talking to me?"

Off all the responses that Ramsey expected, she hadn't seen the deep, hearty laughter from Lacey as a possibility. Turning around to face her friend, she saw the cheerleader bent over, holding her stomach as her laughter brought tears to her face.

"I don't understand why you find that question so funny, Lacey Stratton," Ramsey huffed.

"Good lord, Ram," Lacey got out between laughs. Wiping her eyes, she looked at the annoyed girl. "How can you be so clueless when you're friends with me, and especially with Whitney."

"What do you two have to do with it?"

"We have dozens of guys that have crushes on us in one form or another. It's part of the whole cheerleader thing," Lacey explained. "Between me, Whitney, Cat, Katie, Yumi, Roxie, and Rory, we've probably had a good majority of the guys at school crushing or fantasizing about us. You get it too in another way."

"I get no such attention."

"Haven't you ever noticed how many guys follow you around like a puppy?" Lacey queried.

"What are you talking about?" Ramsey asked, entirely confused.

"Well, Miss Reporter, it's time to open that mental notebook you have," Lacey ordered. Ever since Rammy confided in her when they were twelve about her mental notebook, the petite redhead loved to tease her about it. Still, Lacey had never told anyone else, even Whitney, about their friend's strange quirk.

"That's not funny, Lace." Ramsey crossed her arms in front of her chest. Despite her dismissive attitude, a mental notebook flipped open inside her brain; the pencil, sharp and ready. Note: Observe how male students follow me.

"Alright. Let's start with how many guys linger outside The Buzzy Bee's office. The ones that love to stop in and help give answers or opinions for articles. Yeah, they ain't doing that to be helpful. Those guys want to be around you. Or Daisy. She does have that hot librarian look going on."

"Not everyone has sex on their brain, Lace," the school newspaper's editor stated in annoyance. "Students want their voices heard."

"We're teenagers, Ram. Every single one of us has raging hormones. It's normal," Lacey giggled, thinking about her daily feelings. "And I'll bet most of those guys that 'want their voices heard' really just want to stare at your ass."

"No, they don't!" the more innocent ginger denied. "Unlike you, I don't shake my butt for attention."

"You don't have to," the social butterfly of the two BFFs responded. Then, noticing Ramsey's confused face, Lacey sighed before attempting another way. "Okay, let's look at it a different way. Remember those double-dates you had with Max and us?"

"Those were not dates!"

"Yes, they were. Well, more like practice ones, but the idea was to get you to loosen up," Lacey explained. "Didn't you notice how Max kept stumbling and mumbling his words?"

"I did. I assumed that he felt embarrassed at getting **** to go on those dates. Everyone knows that he likes Whitney."

"Oh, Ram," Lacey groaned. "Sure, Max has a major thing for Whitney; he acted like that because he was in awe of you. He couldn't believe you would go to dinner and a movie with him. After the second one, he was depressed that you didn't want to go again."

"He was?" Note: Have a conversation with Max. Subject: It was me, not him.

"Yep. And it's not just Max from football. Austin gets questions from his teammates all the time about what kind of guy interests you. When you show up to cover a game or practice, guys trip over themselves to impress you. Will Winkie, literally, can't stop tripping when he knows you might be watching. And Marcus? He's told me many times that you're the sort of girl he would be a one-woman man for."

"Now, you're just making things up to tease me. The football team is just like the basketball, soccer, baseball, and track teams. They want my attention in hopes of landing an article or at least a picture in The Buzzy Bee." Note: Observe subjects Marcus Withrow and Wilbur Winkie more carefully.

"I know you want to be this objective journalist. Fade into the background to observe and all, but that's not how it works around horny teenagers," Lacey barked out a laugh. "Heck, even a media whore like Lucas Prescott can't keep his eyes off of you."

"He does not. Lucas cares about helping his fellow students. That's why he's the class president. He's always happy to use The Buzzy Bee to promote his causes."

"Of course, he does. That boy wants everyone to know all the so-called good deeds he does for them. But he also is ambitious as fuck. I wouldn't be surprised if he runs for the city council or school board while in college. And he knows a smart, hot Ramsey Swift on his arm will look good in political ads."

"Stop teasing me, Lace. You act like every boy is drooling over me. They don't do that! I'm not hot like Whitney." Note: Is Lucas using a classic political tool in buttering up a reporter? Needs to be further investigated. Annoyed and angry, Ramsey reached down and pulled back the sheets on her side of the bed. Leaning half on the bed, she began to fluff and rearrange the pillows.

"Not hot?! You're always on the Top Ten lists that get passed around school or on Nosy Nectar. And you almost always make the top five!"

"I don't pay attention to that misogynistic material."

"Miso, whatever. You're fucking hot and especially this part."

SLAP

"Y-You slapped my butt!" Ramsey shrieked in shock, looking over her shoulder at her friend.

"I did. And I bet every guy in school is jealous of me right now," Lacey grinned impishly.

"That's not fun--"

SLAP

"Lacey!" Rammy screeched, scrambling onto the bed. Turning over and onto her back, she reached one hand under herself to rub the stinging buttcheek.

"Good lord, Ram. You can't be this dense. Your ass is considered to be one of the top asses in school. Guys gush about it with words I didn't know they knew. It's been called majestic, glorious, sumptuous, a work of art, and so on."

"I thought we made up," Ramsey sniffled. "But, you're still being mean to me."

"Mean?" Lacey hopped onto the bed and crawled so that she sat on her knees, hovering over her the prone strawberry blonde. "You're my oldest friend. Only Whitney is as close to me as you. I love you, Ram."

"Then stop talking about my...my body!"

"Stopping talking about this hot little body? I think we need to talk about it more," Lacey said in all seriousness. She lowered her hand to Ramsey's stomach, causing her friend to shiver.

"What are you doing?" Ramsey asked suspiciously.

"I told you, doing what so many want to do." The dainty hand slid further up, grazing the soft satin of the pajama top. "Has anyone besides Micah ever touched these?" The question was accompanied by the gentle cupping of Ramsey's ample breast.

"What are you doing?!"

"You have a great pair of boobs," Lacey remarked, bringing her other hand over to cup the lonely breast. The gentle caressing sent shivers up the spines of both red-haired teenagers.

"Y-You shouldn't t-touch me like--ahh!" she moaned in shock and pleasure as the nail brushed against a hardening nipple.

"See? An awesome ass, magnificent tits, and..."

"And?" Ramsey gasped as her nipple got squeezed by a pair of fingers while Lacey slid down onto the bed next to her.

"An angelic face." Lacey took one hand away from a heaving mammary. Fingers danced up her friend's collarbone, neck, and finally cheek while she leaned ever closer.

"Lace."

"Shhh," came from Lacey's mouth, moments before her soft lips met Ramsey's. The kiss stayed one-sided as the more innocent teen froze in the weirdness of the moment.

Breaking the kiss, Lacey ran her finger over the soft, kissable lips, keeping Ramsey quiet. Giggling, the playful redhead tried to penetrate her virgin friend's mouth with her index finger, but Rammy's lips held tight. Giving up, the hand slid over to cup her friend's cheek lovingly.

"Lace, what--"

"You're beauty is breathtaking. How can you not see that? No wonder guys fall in love with you so easily."

"Uh, thanks?" Ramsey's brain couldn't process that twist of events.

"Let me show you how much I love you."

The blue eyes that looked up from the bed went wide as saucers.

"B-But we're girls," Rammy stuttered.

"I've learned over the last few days that girls can have plenty of fun together," Lacey informed her with a cheeky grin. "And that I need to show my friends that I love them in case I lose them."

"You have? With who?"

Lacey nodded and shook her head, moments before she captured Ramsey's lips with her own again. This time Rammy's guard wasn't up, and the probing tongue found an opening. Moans of differing types emitted from the two redheads. As Lacey's tongue searched for a playmate, Ramsey's brain continued to be rocked by her close friend's revelation, causing her reporter mode to turn off and on. What girl did she--Note: Discover identity of mystery girl--Where did she sleep last night?

Lost in her evaluations of the possible scenarios for Lacey's Sapphic introduction, the junior reporter's guard slipped further. Eventually, the tongue asking for a partner received one. Sighing, Ramsey's reflexes kicked in, leading her tongue to swirl around her mouth's guest.

Lacey felt a flutter in her nether regions as their tongues started a new type of dance between friends. Pride filled the petite cheerleader. Whitney's always trying to get Rammy to loosen up. Well, wait until she finds out I'm the one that did it. She's going to be so jeal-oh, yeah! Ramsey's turn to the other side can be Whitney's welcome home gift from the hospital.

Heavy breathing, moans, and the smacking of lips filled the master suite. With her mind locked into reporter mode, Ramsey's body acted on autopilot as the two girls smashed their lips together. Needing air, Lacey broke off the kiss, loving the fact that her friend's lips tried to follow hers.

The break in the action brought Ramsey back around to her surroundings. The surprise that showed on her face and in her eyes caused Lacey to giggle. Leaning forward again, she pecked those kissable lips quickly.

"I bet Micah never kissed you like that."

Unable to speak, the only reply to the question came from a head shake.

"You're a great kisser for a rookie, Ram. But I want to kiss another perfect part of you."

Inexperienced in sex, the strawberry blonde had no clue what her friend had in mind. But when she felt the tickle of fingers on her lower stomach, Rammy's head shot up. Just in time, she saw her pale green top slowly work its way up her body. When the edge of the fabric touched the bottom of her breasts, she finally found her tongue again.

"You c-can't do th-that!"

"Shhh, just lay back and enjoy. I know you'll love this," Lacey reassured her as the warm air of the room hit the now exposed breasts. The recently initiated bisexual sat back on her knees for a second as she appreciated her friend's surprisingly large pale breasts, capped with pink nipples that called to her. "They're marvelous, Rammy!"

With mixed feelings over the compliment, Ramsey turned pink while whispering a barely heard thank you. A hiss followed swiftly as Lacey darted forward, capturing a rigid nipple between her lips. Then a moan, as Lacey began to play her friend like a fiddle. Alternating between those two heavenly globes, the cheerleader used her hands to squeeze, flick, caress and pinch while simultaneously kissing, nibbling, and biting.

The effect on the virgin was noticeable. Breathing rapidly with breaks for sighs of satisfaction, Ramsey's feelings became further entangled. Inside her mind, she ordered her body to stop Lacey's ministrations. Yet, on the road between her brain and her limbs, rogues ambushed those couriers. Without orders, her body pushed its glorious globes upward to meet those dangerous lips and fingers.

A new sensation disorientated the helpless girl further. Those delightful, damning fingers of Lacey appeared out nowhere near the skin where Ramsey's pajama shorts ended. The circles rubbed into her skin felt nice, but Ramsey's mental notebook flipped back to the times when Micah performed a similar, clumsier motion. The angel on Rammy's shoulder commanded Lacey's hands not to go any higher. Only for the whispering suggestions from the devil on the other shoulder to prove more helpful as her thighs spread slightly apart.

Gazing into one another's glazed, horny eyes, Ramsey bit her lip as she felt the first female finger outside of her own touch her lower lips. Flinching at the sensation, Rammy's face pleaded with Lacey not to hurt her.

"It's okay, Ram. I'll be gentle," Lacey said soothingly. Her finger slid up and down the surprisingly wet slit. "Naughty, naughty, Rammy. You're soaked."

The words, along with the finger, caused the stunned girl to squirm around the mattress. Her breaths grew heavier; her attempts to stifle her moans grew weaker. When Lacey's finger touched a particularly private spot, Ramsey's back arched, accompanied by a throaty purr.

"Don't worry, bestie," Lacey started, sounding a lot like Lana for a moment. "I won't go too far. Your cherry needs to be saved for a cock."

Ramsey's glazed eyes cleared temporarily in terror. They flickered from Lacey to the door and back.

"Not now, silly. I want Sean's cock to be the special one, and he's in no shape for the marathon of fucking you need."

"S-Sean? B-But I don't l-like him," Ramsey stammered, the pleasure increasing.

"You will once you see his cock, Rammy. It's big. Way bigger than Austin's," Lacey revealed.

"Bigger?!" Ramsey managed to repeat in shock. Note: Austin's penis was larger than Micah's. Wait... "How do you--"

"Know? I saw it, Ram. I saw it and touched it," Lacey confided. She giggled at the pure look of shock that information brought to her friend's face. "I wrapped my hand around its thick shaft, pumping and pumping it."

Tingles of electricity rolled throughout the virgin's body due to a combination of Lacey's fingers and words. Still, Ramsey's brain managed to voice her displeasure at her friend.

"How could you? You have a boyfriend!"

"We couldn't help it. What we saw was too hot. I jacked him, and he jilled me," Lacey shuddered at the memory. "I feel bad, but we couldn't stop. It was such a hot sight we watched. You know how it feels to watch another couple fuck. You did it in this very room."

"What did--ooh!" the virgin cooed as the currents of electricity sparked stronger. Images of Austin stabbing his dick into Lacey while Jared caressed her body from behind came roaring back. The orgasm she badly wanted back then now approached.

"My parents in the hot tub. They were fucking."

"Ohhhgaaaawwwwwdddd!!!"

"That's it, baby. Cum for your bestie," Lacey cooed, feeling triumphant. Never in her life did she expect to see her prudish BFF's orgasm, and by her handiwork.

Ramsey had no clue how long it took her to come to her senses. All she knew was that she felt the satin material slide down her pushed-together legs. Then she felt her legs get spread wide and the weight on the mattress shift. Through blurry eyes, she saw Lacey lean over her upper body, reaching for something.

"Lift your head up a bit, Rammy."

Doing that, Ramsey re-lowered her head, only to find it wouldn't go as far back. In her frazzled state, it took several long seconds to realize that her friend had added more pillows to prop up her head.

"Wha--"

"I want you to see the next part."

"Your parents..."

"Oh, yeah. That was hot, so fucking hot. My mom turned into Lana," Lacey said, sliding back down the bed. "I think I love voyeurism from both sides."

Ramsey struggled to envision the motherly school teacher turning into Lana. It seemed so unfathomable. And then there was the other comment. Note: Research voyeurism. Subject: Possible adverse side effects involving Lacey's life.

"Did you think that orgasm was mindblowing? I'm going to show something even better," Lacey teased, moving forward again, but she halted. "Don't get me wrong; this is great but not as great as having a dick in you."

"Are you...but...how...who?"

"Skye gave me a crash course last night."

"Skye!" Oh, no! My fears are happening! Note: Investigate if Stripper Slut Syndrome exists.

"Yep. Skye had limited experience before she and Whitney fooled around."

"Whitney?!" Note: Investigate if Stripper Slut Syndrome is contagious.

"Yeah, now that I think about it, maybe Whitney was trying to seduce me the other day in the shower. She should've," Lacey remarked, lowering her upper body and crawling close to the waiting pussy.

"Lacey, wait--ohhh!"

The touch of the tongue sent a sizzle from her vagina to every corner of her being. Another swipe sent her heart beating even faster. Never an athlete, Ramsey couldn't recall the last time that she'd been this worked over. A thin sheen of sweat gave her a dirty feeling, one that she wasn't sure if she disliked or loved. The third and fourth tongue swipes caused her body to quiver in lust.

"Wow, your kitty tastes delicious!" Lacey took another long lick, lifting her head away to savor the taste. "I wonder; do virgins taste different?"

"I don't know!"

"Do you like this?" Lacey asked. Aww, look at how shy she looks! "Do you like me licking your pussy? Well, do you? If you don't answer, I'll stop. So?"

Nodding emphatically, Ramsey finally gave in to her lust.

"Fucking right, it does!" Lacey nearly shouted, spreading her best friend's legs wider.

Ramsey arched her back once again as she felt the incredible feeling of her most private part being licked. Growing delirious from the pleasure, she reached up to palm her tits, pushing them together while she kneaded them.

"This is really fun," Lacey said, stopping again. "Wait until it's your turn."

My turn?!

"Whitney is going to be pissed that she missed--hey!" the last part came out muffled as Ramsey took a grip on Lacey's head, shoving it back against her needy, dripping pussy.

"Get back to work, Lacey!"