1. Best Friends Become More


    Date: 12/11/2016, Categories: Dark Fantasy, First Time, Lesbian, Romance, Written by women, Author: jasmine walker, Rating: 92.3, Source: sexstories.com

    Best Friends Become More SUMMARY: Two girls stranded in a hotel during a storm on Nude Day...create their own Nude Day with shocking results. NOTE 1: Thanks to Estragon for copy-editing and catching a couple of plot flaws in the original draft and LaRascasse for plot suggestions. Best Friends Become More They saw “What Happens in Vegas Stays in Vegas” and Zoey argued the same theory while we were in Amsterdam. "Seriously Mia, stop being such a prude, you only live once." I shook my head. "You got to be kidding me. You want to go to a nude beach?" "What else should two hot ladies do on Nude Day?" she shrugged, finishing her third free drink, courtesy of three different guys trying to get in her pants. Zoey was a twelve out of ten. She had black as night hair, emerald green eyes, ruby red lips and dimples that made her look both innocent and seductive at the same time, an oxymoron that seemed impossible, yet true. If her face was beautiful, her body made men drool even more. Her 40D breasts defined gravity, and just as much as her breasts showcased her upper half, her curved, toned ass perfected her bottom half. Although she was short, only 4'11, her legs were enhanced by her obsession with stockings and five inch heels. She was a goddess and she knew it. She had used her looks to get through high school, get out of speeding tickets, get us upgraded to first class on the flight here and a trillion free drinks for her and her wallflower friend. While Zoey was the outgoing one ...
    who was up for anything, I was the conservative one who was always there to protect her from herself. I wasn't ugly, a solid seven, but when sitting beside a Picasso, I looked like the picture a grade one made for Mother's Day...cute, but forgettable. I have dirty blonde hair, brown eyes and at 5'8, I am a giraffe when compared to Zoey. While she wore heels to make herself taller and accentuate her legs, I always wore flats and usually jeans or shorts. My breasts were non-existent, never blossoming like my grandmother said they would...at twenty-one I was still wearing an A-cup. My ass was my best feature I was told, especially in volleyball shorts. Now many would wonder how Zoey and I became friends, being so different in almost every way, but isn't that always the case? She was an extreme extrovert, while I was an extreme introvert wishing I was an extrovert. She was sexually promiscuous while I had exactly three boyfriends, two who I had slept with (three if you count a blow job at a party when I was really drunk...so drunk I don't recall the encounter). She dresses like a high class call girl while I dress like a jock. She barely graduated high school and if it wasn't for a couple blow jobs to nerds who wrote her essays she may not have, while I finished with honors in every class. She was a cheerleader while I was a volleyball and basketball player. That said, we did have some things in common: we both loved to travel (we spent at least two weeks every year travelling, ...
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