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through to the
guest suite.
    “Rach?” No answer. From the back of the suite, the sound
of rushing water from the much coveted shower room roared and steam
billowed out the open door.
    “Rach?” Bianca was quieter this time, visions of
startling her friend and her slipping and cracking her head open
loomed.
    The blonde peered through the open doorway into the bathroom. At
first, she only saw swirling steam. But then, a figure. Rachel's
naturally curvy body, her hands running over her breasts and down her
own belly. Water poured over her head, pulling her curly hair
straight and nearly to her waist. But that wasn't all...
    She was squatting over the stone seat, pulsing the way they had both
done in exercise classes a million times over the years but... why?
And then it registered. A flash of bright purple and a moan made it
all clear.
    Bianca blushed and turned away, embarrassed. But...
    Curiosity drew her eyes back to her oldest friend. She watched as her
hands roamed from nipple to clit, from clit to thigh. She found her
own hand wandering, hesitatingly seeking what pleasures might be
found. She watched as Rachel rode the toy, how she started slow and
shallow and worked it in deeper. She watched as the crescendo came
upon Rachel and envied that experience.
    Rachel stood and tuned of the shower; Bianca ran off to the kitchen.
She yanked open the freezer door and began intensely studying the
contents therein. The empty, silent moments dragged on, making Bianca
feel all that much more nervous.
    Oh my. What did I?
    “Hey, Girlie! You ready for a little Say
Anything and Chunky Monkey on the couch?”
    Rachel ducked under Bianca's outstretched arm and snagged a pint. Her
warm, soft breast brushed against Bianca's silk-clad ribcage.
Bianca's breath caught.
    Oblivious to her effect, Rachel smiled and bounced into the den.
“Come on, sweet cheeks! I've got an orgy planned. You, Me, Ben,
Jerry, John Cusack and his 1980's boombox.”
    Bianca took a moment to gather herself.
    From the living room Rachel called out, “The moooovie's
starting!”
    Bianca grabbed her pint, trundled into the living room and collapsed
onto the couch, leaning against the arm and letting her leg hang.
Rachel stole a bunch of pillows off the couch and snuggled up on the
floor in front of Bianca.
    The rest of the night passed in sugar-covered agony. At every funny
quip Rachel squeezed Bianca's calf. Every touch brought a vision of
Rachel in the shower.
    The end credits were rolling when Bianca snapped back to reality.
    “Shall we watch another?”
    Bianca pressed her lips together weighing spending another few hours
with Rachel's soft touches and mindless entertainment against time
alone, steamy memories and a few soft touches of her own. The heat
between her legs made the decision.
    “No. I'm going to bed.”
    “Okay, darling.” Rachel popped up and pressed her body
against Bianca's to press a soft kiss on the corner of her mouth.
“Good night.”
    ***
    Back in her bedroom, Bianca's skin was electric. Every brush of her
robe, the sheets sliding up her legs, the weight of the blankets on
her breasts-- every single touch aggravated her already over active
imagination. Oh god, Was this what it meant to be horny? What did
it mean that Rachel made her feel this way? And what could she do
about it?
    She squirmed, thighs squeezed tight together, knees slowly pumping up
and down beneath the covers. Visions of the look of ecstasy on
Rachel's face made the need building in her pussy all that more
insistent. She had the tool... was she willing to use it?
    Throwing back the covers, she snuck across the room and quietly slid
the drawer open. She found it hiding under the tee shirts and
sweatpants.
    Back in the warm cocoon of her bed, she tentatively stoked the length
of her toy with one hand and slid the other down the front of her
panties. The soft folds of her sex were wet, her panties already
soaked.
    Pulling them aside, she nudged the head of the dildo