She's not like Rachel, at all

"No, we're not the same!" Rachel laughs as she can see the curious look on your face, and then smiles a little as she tries to imagine the same thing as you did when she started telling you of her relation to her best friend Katie. "Just how many girls like me do you think there would be in a town like ours...?"

"Well, I guess you're quite unique." You agree with a teasing grin on your lips, which causes her to give you a frown and another smile in return.

"So, what's your story then?" You ask her, while hoping that your teasing haven't caused her to stop wanting to tell you about it.

"Well, I guess she's a little bit different too." Your busty housemate admits, after another short pause to let her recollect her thoughts. "She's not much into boys, if you know what I mean...?"

"Hard to figure, if she hooked up with a girl like you..." You ponder aloud, and is rewarded with another laughter from the other end of the couch. Then again, you really don't wish to imply that Rachel might have kept some parts hidden to her friend, just like she did with you, and so you decide to quickly get her back on track again. "I guess there was something that brought you together though?"

"Yeah, that's true..." Rachel nods her head, but seems a little unsure of how to continue, or perhaps not quite remembering how it all started. "I think she got curious when I wasn't taking my showers together with the other girls at school, and at the same time she was quite unsure about her own sexuality..."

"Well, that's pretty tough when you're just a kid." You're quick to agree, even if you've never really had that problem yourself. Perhaps it was time to think about such things now, when you're living together with a girl like Rachel, but even then you still see yourself as fully heterosexual. The things you do like about your lovely housemate has little to do with the extras she's got between her legs after all, and she's still very much capable of sating your needs in every way you could think of.

"So, when did you get to know her then?" You press on, as Rachel still seems a bit **** to tell you on her own, and you can tell that she appreciates how you lead her on with simple questions like that.

"It just... happened." This time she just shrugs her shoulders though, and then smiles again as she sees the skeptical look on your face.

"Pretty much like you and me, I guess." The smile grows wider and more tender on her soft lips, and it takes some willpower on your part not to lean in and kiss them immediately. Doing so would risk her dropping her laptop on the floor however, and so you decide to keep your instincts in check for a little bit longer. Instead it's her feet that find themselves at the receiving end of your affection, which in turn almost leads to the same results that you were trying to avoid...

"Would you please stop that!" Rachel laughs, but not before you've already stopped nibbling at one of her toes, and then finally puts her computer away at the nearby table to let you in a bit closer to her.

"You done writing then?" You ask her, while daring a quick peek at her screen before she has the chance to turn it away. You're not able to discern what she and Katie might have been writing about, though you do manage to catch another glimpse of the other girl's portrait as shown on their chatting log.

The cute-looking blonde has her hair cut pretty short, which gives her an almost boyish appearance, and what you can see of her figure she's quite a bit thinner than the busty young woman that you're sharing a couch with. If someone had asked you which one of them was sporting a dick the size of your own, you'd probably pointed out Katie as the boy who was trying to look like a girl, even with Rachel having told you herself that such wasn't the case at all.

"Hey, wait...!" You say as you suddenly realize that you and Rachel are just about to leave some of the more important parts of the story for later. It feels a bit to bring it up at a moment like this, but you really do feel like there's something she should be telling you more about. "How come you broke up then...?"

"Oh, that..." Just as you thought, your question causes your lovely housemate to refract back to her own side of the couch again, and leaving you to care for her feet for a little bit longer. "We just... drifted apart, I guess..."

"And it's got nothing to do with... some special parts of you?" You ask her carefully, but trying to be cheerful in hopes that it won't bring her further down some path she'd rather not be talking about. Luckily it seems like it's working quite well at least, as you can see her face cracking up in another wide smile at the question.

"I think you'd have to ask Katie about that one!" She laughs a little, and then shakes her head at you. "I... really don't think so, but it seemed like we just couldn't go on with our relationship as it was."

"Well, it's a shame." You point out to her, while finally leaning in to kiss her on those invitingly soft lips. Then you continue down her neck of course, all the way to the top of her shirt, where you slowly start undoing one button after the other with as little help from your hands as possible - as much to Rachel's amusement as her loving objections are to you.

"You should really invite her over some day..." You continue, while making your way ever further down her voluptuous chest, but fail to realize that your timing might seem a bit odd for making suggestions like that.

"What for...?!" Rachel's sudden laughter causes you to look up at her in mild surprise, before she manages to make you blush a little by reminding you of what you're currently up to. "Just to show her my perverted boyfriend? Or to risk you molesting her as much as you do to me...?"

"You know I wouldn't do something like that!" You try and object, while your playful act is quickly degenerating into some kind of minor pillow fight, where the only 'pillows' available to you are the ones that are stuck to her chest. You'll have to do with what you can get your hands on though, and so you end up squeezing and groping her while she struggles to breathe between laughter and trying to fend you off with the only real pillow that was lying around in your couch.

"Well, you've got a point tho..." She finally admits, when you've pinned her down real good underneath you, and throws a quick glance back to the screen of her laptop before you start overwhelming her with kisses. It seems like she hates to admit that you're right this matter, but still she shows no signs of regret while she ponders the suggestion. "I'd tell her to come over, if it's okay with you...?"

"You know I'm the first one that said so!" You tease her, and then continue your brave **** on her body while she's unable to fight you back. From there on, the rest of your afternoon together is pretty well staked out, and before you know it you're both completely exhausted, naked, and splayed out across the living room floor...