[kiasusam]

"I...I'm sorry," Alicia stammered.

"Why should you be sorry?" Marie said quietly, stepping closer. "I'm interested." She touched Alicia's hand, and her friend looked up at her, that naughty grin creeping back onto her face.

"Well, then I guess we should start getting these clothes off," Alicia said, her voice suddenly husky. "Rich is going to be back soon."

She started to unbutton her blouse, but Marie stopped her. "If we're going to do this right, then I think we should undress each other. After all, we shouldn't be shy about that if we're talking about making love in a few minutes, now should we?"

Then she began to unbutton Alicia's blouse with trembling fingers. She expected there to be a loud alarm bell going off in her head telling her that she was crazy as hell for pulling a stunt like this, but she wasn't trembling from fear or uncertainty now: it was anticipation. Alicia stood still, her dark brown eyes locked with Marie's hazel ones as Marie slowly undid the buttons on Alicia's blouse.

Marie noticed how hard her friend's nipples had become, and could feel her own pressing tightly against the lace of her bra, along with a sudden rush of heat between her legs.

"Jesus," Alicia breathed, leaning her head back and closing her eyes as Marie undid the last button and then slowly peeled off her blouse. Marie moved up close and reached around to undo Alicia's bra, and Alicia shuddered as the bra fell to the floor.

"God, they're beautiful," Marie breathed.

"I'd rather have yours," Alicia whispered, her eyes now gazing at Marie's chest. Gingerly at first, then with growing assuredness, she ran her hands over Marie's breasts, then gently twisted her friend's nipples through her dark green dress that showed more than just a hint of cleavage. Marie gasped at the touch.

"Yours may not be as big as mine, but they're perfect." She cupped them in her hands and gently kneaded them as she moved her lips close to Marie's. "Perfect."