Can I touch them?

"Would it be weird if I... touched them?" Your mouth was dry.

Aimee's voice was heavy, too. "You could... You know, just to see what they feel like."

Cautiously, you brought a hand up to her chest, and softly pressed your hand to it. She sighed, leaning forward imperceptibly. She smelled good, like champagne and oranges and peaches. Her breast was soft, but you could feel the fabric of her bra covering most of it.

You gasped, feeling a hand on your own chest, and looked down to see Aimee's hand cupping your own chest. You took another breath, feeling the room spin around you. That hand made it really hard to think.

*You don't need to think right now. Thinking isn't fun at all.*

"Can you... take off your bra?" Your mouth was dry.

Aimee nodded, reaching behind her, and unclasped her bra. She sighed, relaxing. She had a *really* sexy sigh. "You next," she insisted, "I show you mine..."

You hesitated, then closed your eyes and unclasped your own bra. You hadn't noticed it, but the difference in pressure on your chest was incredible. You really needed a new bra. The sensation was forgotten when you felt a cool hand under your shirt. Aimee teased your nipple, her fingers moving with deft determination that left you speechless.

"You've got pretty great boobs too," she said. Both of you were in a vodka-induced daze. She reached down, moving a little faster now, and brought your hand up under her shirt to rest firmly on her breast again. "It feels so much better without the bra," she said, her voice husky.

"Yeah," you agreed, moving both of your hands up to feel her boobs. They were so much bigger than yours, but only had a little bit of sag to them. Everything smelled like Aimee.

*What would it feel like to have tits like that?*

"I've got to ask," You started, "...are they...?"

"All natural," she answered softly with a trace of pride, "awesome genes, you know?"

"Wow." You were both silent for a while, just feeling each other up on the couch. Aimee was doing something different now, her thumbs (when had she started using both hands?) working small circles around your areolas. "That's really distracting," you said, your eyes glued to her chest. You opened your mouth to say something else, but then Aimee's lips were on yours and the thought was gone.

Her lips were soft wet pillows against your lips, and you were overcome with the sensory **** she represented as you melted into her. You fell back on the couch, Aimee on top of you, continuing the kiss.

*It feels good to be on your back,* said that voice in your mind.

You felt Aimee's hands moving down your body as you pulled your shirt over your head. This was crazy, but it felt incredible, and you didn't want to stop. You threw the shirt on the floor, looking up to see a blonde goddess on the couch above you.

"You taste divine." she said, licking her lips. You felt your heart rate accelerating as she brought her hands together behind your neck, pulling you towards her. Then her lips were on yours again.

Somebody was moaning, but you weren't sure if it was you or her. There was a growing need between your legs, and your hips were moving in small, needy circles.

You reached up, taking Aimee's hips in both hands as you broke the kiss again. "Is there *any* part of your body that isn't perfect?" You asked, marveling at her figure.

"You shush," she replied, and brought a leg up between yours. "I don't know about this, Stefi. I don't want to make Greg hate yo-"

She was right to pause, and you felt another wave of affection for this woman wash over you. But you knew exactly what you were doing. "Fuck Greg!" You wanted this.

Aimee's resolve cracked with a giggle. "Greg isn't here," she allowed, "what he doesn't know won't hurt him I guess." She brought a hand down to your leg, then let it drift up your thigh as you nodded, panting.

You smiled back at her, the giggle creeping into your voice, "If he's not here, who are we going to 'fuck?'"

The hand on your thigh moved higher, and pressed softly into you. "I think we can figure that out together, Stefi. You're smart, after all."