Oh yes.

Sam settled into a contented rhythm: gently kneading both of Lara's breasts, hungrily sucking on one nipple and mischievously playing with the other till it cooled and then switching. Lara's nerves were singing with unknown sensations as her mind distantly tried to process the situation. Looking down at the asian girl making love to her chest Lara realized something.

She thought Sam was beautiful. Amazingly beautiful, as well as incredibly sexy, as she ravished her bosom but the more she thought about it the more she realized that these feelings weren't new. Lara came from a wild background that nevertheless was built on strict moral codes, several of which she was now defying. Any thoughts that had ever whispered improper temptations to her were quickly squashed. She had had to squish a lot of thoughts whenever she looked at Sam. Now, inebriated and not having to do anything but lie back and take it, she could revel in the naughty thoughts. Of course, what was already happening to her was hotter than most of her own fantasies.

Sam had switched to a delightful tactic of trying to make Lara's nipples disappear into her breasts, pressing the hardened nub into the soft flesh with first her finger and then her tongue. In spite of the little game she remained devoted to her sucking, now drawing as much of Lara's perfect breast into her mouth as possible. The want, the need, in Sam's ministrations drove Lara that much higher as she continued to moan encouragement. The humming pleasure that had risen in Lara was close to peaking, she could feel it. It was the most bizarre sensation, having had no clitoral stimulation but still rising to such pleasured heights. She felt Sam's teeth rasp over her breast, grazing the pliant skin before biting down gently on the hyper-sensitized peak and grinding-

"Oh...OHH....OOAHH!" With a tidal wave that grew and grew as it rushed across her skin, through her nipples and echoing back through her groin, the pleasure peaked and broke over her entire body. She arched into Sam, crushing her friend into her bosom as her legs reflexively wrapped around her butt and ground her closer. Sam slid her arms around Lara, kissing and reaching to hold as much of her as possible. Lara felt every rasp of fabric, every electric touch of skin, every strand of beautiful hair as her body tried desperately to bring them closer than was physically possible. The orgasm lasted for a long time, by far the longest Lara had ever experienced, and easily the best.

When she finally came down from her high, gasping and exhausted, she still had her partner in a death grip. Sliding bonelessly back onto the mattress, her muscles relaxed and her limbs settled around her partner in a loose embrace. As they both tried to catch their breath she let out an involuntary giggle, reciprocated by Sam, and soon they were right back where they had started. At some point Sam had lost her shirt and her nipples trailed pleasure as she slid her way up Lara's body to silence her with a kiss. The post-orgasm make-out was Lara's favorite part of this memory, her and Sam's breasts mashed together as they played with each-others tongues till their exertions caught up with them and they fell asleep in each-others arms.