Ian's Spring Break.

I hadn't seen Talia since graduation. Of course our spring breaks didn't line up, so she and Rachel invited me to stay with them for part of my break, and they decided to come visit me with part of theirs. Mine came first. I decided on a single weekend each, which meant four awkward days alone on campus.

Jessica had invited me to join her and her friends for what promised be a riotous time in Tijuana, which I had to decline. When she winked her goodbye, she gave me a peck on the cheek and ordered me to "have fun." I wished her the same.

On Thursday, I drove down to Berkeley late in the afternoon. I arrived at the girls' rented house after dark. It was a barely renovated old house with two bedrooms downstairs and one upstairs. The other two occupants (whose names I heard and then immediately forgot) had the downstairs rooms, with Talia and Rachel sharing the large room upstairs.

Talia was a vision when she answered the door in an oversized t-shirt and her panties, apparently all ready for bed. The light of the house glowed around her as she balanced on one smooth leg and smiled. Never before had she looked more like a goddess to me. Her hug was warm and soft, and she smelled like roses.

I was ushered upstairs, past two closed doors and blasting music. Rachel was hunched over a diorama under a bright lamp. "Hey, Ian! Sorry for not getting up. Big set design project due tomorrow." I only saw the back of her head, but I noticed that her hair was buzzed, and dyed magenta. Talia offered me a drink, and we stayed up for hours retelling old stories and catching up. I felt at home for the first time in months. Talia and I fell asleep next to each other sometime past 2am.

I woke up around sunrise, when both girls were getting ready for classes: eating cereal in their underwear, throwing on whatever didn't smell, and leaving in a rush. Once they were gone, I through the covers back over my bed and snuggled in. The sheets smelled pleasant and feminine. I fell back asleep instantly. Waking a few hours later, I wandered downstairs and ate some cereal. It was about two in the afternoon, and I was lazily watching TV when Rachel came home after her last class.

"I'm starving!" She was grinning from ear to ear, shining under her phosphorescent hair. Her clothes were far more muted: a grey corded sweater and jean shorts. The baggy material hid her slim figure, but was still showed the outline of her small breasts.

She drove us out to a local pizza place and we tumbled into a booth. "Talia's got class until 5, so it's just us for lunch. There's a party on tonight that we wanted to take you to. It's the last hurrah before everybody leaves for break. We want you to experience the a taste of the party scene. Work hard, play hard, you know?"

I started out with routine topics, classes, campus, but soon our talk turned to sex. She and Talia had become somewhat notorious on campus for getting caught screwing around in odd locations: shameless make outs on the lawn, sneaking into the stadium to scissor on the 50-yard line, and she claimed to have been naked in every building on campus. "Our classes keep us constantly stressed, and make it hard to see each other. So when I bump into her, we just kinda...end up naked."

I was having a hard time focusing, and Rachel caught me looking at her chest. "Noticed my piercings yet?" That snapped me awake. "I had them done over winter break." Rachel quickly glanced out of the booth, then flashed her pierced nipple from under the sweater. I jumped. Her face momentarily blushed the color of her hair. We giggled and finished our food.

When we arrived back at her place, we went right upstairs so she could show me pictures from last fall's play. She talked excitedly about how much of a pain in the ass some of the work had been. Back in high school, I'd often been a little on edge around Rachel, but now I felt totally at ease. I leaned in close and put my hand on the chair behind her. At some point, she got an itch on her back, and started wiggling to rub it against the chair. "Could you...?"

"Sure." I scratched the small of her back through her sweater. "Higher." I went higher. "Oh! Right there." Her whole body relaxed. I didn't stop scratching, but just let my fingers explore her back.

"That feels really good! You know what would feel better?" Rachel bent away from my hands and stood up. While walking over to the bed, she stripped off her sweater, revealing her slim, pale back. "Gimme a massage," she commanded, "lotion's on the nightstand."

I grabbed some, generously applied it to both hands, and started rubbing it into Rachel's skin without a moment's hesitation. I was kneeling over her on the bed. To get a better angle, I swung one leg over hers, straddling her leg and leaning into her. After a moment, the heat from her smooth skin and the friction of my body on hers started to arouse me. No doubt Rachel would soon feel me, and things would get awkward. But I didn't want to stop.

"Getting excited, are we?" She turned her head to the side.

"Sorry. I can stop."

"Don't worry about it. Perfectly natural. I think even I'm getting a little turned on. Bodies being bodies."

Her casual attitude made me grow a little more. I started rubbing more provocatively. Rachel smiled at her control over me.

A question popped into my head. I considered it for a moment and then let it drop, "Do they make you more sensitive?"

"What?" She asked, "my piercings? Yeah, totally. I mean, they were sore forever, but now that they're healed they're super sensitive." As if to demonstrate this, she reached under herself and gave a nipple a pinch, which elicited a shiver. With that, Rachel started to turn over. I quickly moved out of her way, and let her stretch herself in the center of the bed. Naked from the waist up, petite and pale, she reached her arms over her head and pushed out her small chest. Her nipples were swollen and red around the piercings.

"But nothing feels better than a tongue on these gals." She took a breast in each hand, pinching the sensitive flesh. "When Talia does it, I almost can come almost from that." Rachel met my eyes. "Do you want to try?"

She could see the obvious shock on my face. "What!?"

"We have some time to kill before Talia gets finished. We're horny, we're friends. I can't pretend that I find you sexually attractive or anything, but a tongue's a tongue. I did train yours myself. Just don't expect me to touch your pecker or anything. Lotion's right there. And stay away from my face."