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An abrupt, awkward silence ensued as I digested Sammy's words. I could tell by her absolute stillness and her controlled breathing that she wasn't asleep, and as I looked at the clock, which said one a.m., I had never felt more awake in my entire life. I was thinking about how her peachy ass had looked when I was massaging her this evening and how smooth, soft, and lightly tanned her skin was. I thought of how her slender body had felt between my thighs when she had been massaging me. But more than this, the picture that replayed itself in my head again and again, like a broken DVD continually tracking back over the same scene, was the moment when she'd rolled over and exposed that flash of breast. I'd seen Sammy's tits a hundred times over the years-we'd shared changing rooms and of course beds before now-but that glimpse, that stolen glance at her flesh, had been different. Private. Arousing. And now she'd confessed that she was up for a girl-on-girl experience and that she was horny, actively horny, this minute. And she was so close that I could feel the tiny hairs on her arms brush against my skin. Arms that I suddenly realized I wanted to reach out and pull me close, and hands that I wanted to explore my thighs, my belly, my breasts, my pussy. I let out a gasp of astonishment and desire.

Sammy rolled over to face me. The only light in the room was the moonlight coming through the curtains, but I could see her slim hips and the curve of her shoulder outlined underneath the thin sheets.

"Polly," she said in a low, cracked whisper. "Are you awake?"

I said yes. The noise came out like a kind of strangled moan, the unmistakable sound of someone madly turned on and struggling to control it.

"Can't you sleep, either?" she said, shifting a little bit closer to me. As I felt her soft breath caress my bare arms and neck, I realized I was in trouble. Mild curiosity had turned into desire that was snowballing out of control. My own breath came in short, sharp rasps as I felt my breasts rising and falling rapidly, the lace bodice scratching my soft skin, making my nipples swell and harden.

"Poll," said Sammy, in that same husky whisper. "Can I touch you?"

Without waiting for an answer, she extended a slim, white hand and placed it on my breast, thumb and forefinger gripping my nipple through the lace. Her soft pinch caused my pussy to squeeze and flutter, and I knew that soon I would be wet. I lay frozen still for a couple of seconds, knowing that if I wanted to stop this, I had to do so now. But my body betrayed me, and I let out an involuntary moan that told Sammy just how good her hands felt. She slid her hand under the lace, cupping my breast with her warm fingers, then kneading it, while her other hand pulled down the lace straps of my negligee so that both my tits were exposed. In the half-light I saw her rise up. Then she placed her knees on either side of my body, pinning me to the bed. She went to work on my tits, touching and massaging them with the same tenderness she'd applied to my back and shoulders a few hours earlier, but this time she wasn't getting rid of tension-she was building it up. My body began to coil like a tight spring.

As she bent down to kiss me, I lifted my head up to meet hers. There in the dark, we found each other's lips, her soft velvet mouth brushing my own gently at first before she slid her tongue between my teeth while I kissed back with ever-increasing passion.

I stretched my hands up to her breasts, feeling her soft, bulbous nipples through the thin jersey of her tank top. I placed one hand on each of her small breasts, enjoying the way the firm flesh yielded to my fingers. Sammy let out a tiny whimper, which made me want to do more than just touch her tits. I wriggled out from under Sammy's legs and hoisted myself up so that we were kneeling face-to-face on the bed.

"This is making me so horny," said Sammy, as we knelt there with our arms around each other, kissing passionately. She stroked my hair, then tentatively reached down for the hem of my negligee. Eagerly I raised my arms in the air as she slid the flimsy dress off my body as gently as though it were a feather. I was naked now, my hair tickling my shoulders, my tits level with Sammy's. I needed to feel our nipples rubbing together, and so I hurriedly tore off her tank, whipped it over her head, and threw it across the room. Pulling her toward me again by the waistband of her shorts, I kissed her. Our tits were finally touching, her puffy little nipples teasing and tickling my own, which tingled and expanded in response.