Susan

"You should have seen your face," Susan said trying to suppress a giggle. "I bet that's the expression you would make if your dad ever caught you sneaking out. If a good girl like you would ever sneak out, that is."

"Yeah, well I think I left the good girl back home," Mary replied{if Susan > 6} before giving Susan an unexpected kiss{endif}.

{if Susan > 6}It was Susan's turn to blush.{endif}The blonde hottie gave her best friend a searching look. "I guess you're right." Susan nervously glanced around before continuing. "Listen there's this booth I want to show you. It's cosplay. I think you'll like it." Without waiting for Mary's reply, Susan took her friend by the hand and began leading her through the upper floor of the dealer's room.

"Medieval Galaxy," Mary said reading the sign above the vendor stall. "What is this?"

"It's a cosplay company that mashes up sci-fi with sword and sorcery," Susan replied as she fingered green plate mail that looked surprisingly like Boba Fett's Mandalorian armor. "And there is one outfit I would like to see you in." Susan then turned and held up a chain mail bikini top.

Mary gawked at the at the golden metal top. "That's not going to leave a lot to the imagination."

"I know," Susan said as she gave Mary a mischievous wink and grabbed the matching bottoms. "But I want to see you in them anyway."

Susan grabbed Mary by the hand and pulled her over to the bank of makeshift dressing rooms that the vendor had set up.

"How many?" Asked the attendant.

"Two," said Susan giggling at her own double meaning.

The inattentive man slid the curtain back and hung a placard with the number two on a peg as Susan **** Mary into the changing room.

"What are you doing?" Mary hissed as the curtain slid shut behind the two girls.

"Having fun," Susan said as she hung up the metal bikini. She then turned around and pressed Mary up against the changing room wall before kissing her. "You know fun? It's why we came here."

The shock of Susan's unexpected kiss caused Mary's breath to become labored. "Yeah but it's entirely different thing to have fun in the privacy of your hotel room than in a small box surrounded by thousands of strangers."

Susan placed her hands on the hem of Mary shirt and lifted it over her head. "It makes it tantalizing. {if Sex with Susan = 1}Though maybe not as much as worrying if my brother was going to wake up and find you with your tongue in my pussy.{else} One slip, a noise too loud, a nosey kid and all those strangers catch us.{endif}"

Mary playfully smirked at Susan before undoing her own jeans and removing them. "{if Sex with Susan = 1}Hmmm, that's enticing. Funny you should go there." Mary then reached around and unclasped her bra and let if all to the floor. "Is that a kink of yours? Being watched by John."{else}Hmmm, that's enticing. Funny you should go there." Mary then reached around and unclasped her bra and let if all to the floor. "Though, I thought we came in here for me to try on that." Mary reached past Susan, her breasts grazing the blonde's cheek, and grabbed the chain metal bra.{endif}

{if Sex with Susan = 1}Susan turned her face away from Mary. "I... I... No. I'm not into ****."

Mary walked up and pressed her naked chest into Susan's back. She wrapped her arms around her best friend and laid her head on Susan's shoulder enjoying the warmth of her lover. "Sorry. I shouldn't have suggested..."

"No it's my fault," Susan replied. She placed a kiss Mary's hand then put her hand on top of Mary's. Susan leaned her head forward and rested it against the dressing room wall as a smile spread across her face. "I was just trying to get a rise out of you. I guess I should have gone with a less icky subject."{else}Mary studied the golden chain mail top intently."There's a lot of space between links. My nipples will definitely be visible."

Susan reached out her hand and began to trace around the offending nubs of flesh that were starting to stiffen. "I don't see how that's a problem."

"Ah, be serious," Mary fumed as she shook the metal bikini top in front of Susan's face. "How am I supposed to wear this out?"{endif}

{if Sex with Susan = 1}Mary let go of Susan and picked up the metal top. "There's a lot of space between links. My nipples will definitely be visible."

Susan reached out her hand and began to trace around the offending nubs of flesh that were starting to stiffen. "I don't see how that's a problem."

"Ah, be serious," Mary fumed as she shook the metal bikini top in front of Susan's face. "How am I supposed to wear this out?"{endif}

"This is Tomorrow Con, not the halls of State U. As long as you wait till after hours, I think you can wear it here and be just fine," Susan stated before she slipped her hands under the waistband of Mary's panties. "But you won't be able to wear the bottom with these panties on." Susan went to her knees taking Mary's panties with her.

Mary stepped out of her underwear to avoid tripping. Susan stepped back from her naked friend and twirled her lacy prize on her finger. "I've seen it before, but I've never taken the time to appreciate your tight little bod. Here let me get a picture."

"You best not share these," Mary said as Susan pulled out her iPhone and started to frame in her naked friend.

Mary lifted her arm above her head and arched her back. She gave Susan her best bedroom eyes as she bit her lower lip. "Oh yeah, a girl could touch herself to that image." Susan snapped away as Mary spun around and stuck out her ass, crossing both her arms behind her head, and twisting her torso as to give a just a bit of sensual side boob.

"God, I may fuck you right here," Susan panted as she switched the phone to video mode. "Turn around and touch yourself for me.

Mary did as she was told. "Is this what you wanted?" The wanton girl asked as she slowly slid a finger down her torso before she began stroking her outer folds. "Do you like watching me touch myself? Seeing me get wet for you? Do you wish it was your tongue instead of my finger?" Mary then slowly slid her finger inside her sopping pussy. "Uhn, I know my pussy does. It so wants you to taste it. To tease it. To make it squirt."

Susan propped her phone up on the rack from which the forgotten chain mail bikini bottom hung. As Mary brought her wet fingers to her own lips, the blonde made certain that the camera was angled to keep her lewd friend centered in the shot.

"I think it's time I took you up on your offer," Susan said as she turned around and removed her shirt.