Companions

Charlee watched her friend Poppy as she walked a few steps ahead. The girl’s body seemed to move with ease, without apparent effort. Her slim arms swung freely, very confidently, hands splayed slightly. Her feet glided forward one in front of the other which caused her backside to sway seductively and her hips to tilt one way then the other. The high heels that she invariably wore stretched her slim calves revealing just the right amount of muscle. Blonde hair fell thickly over bare shoulders that tilted slightly in opposition to her hips. Today Poppy wore a tight summer dress that emphasized her tiny waist and every curve, every perfect nuance, of her tight young body.

In a dark shop window that acted as a mirror Charlee compared her slouch to the confident strut of her best friend. She had dared to wear a dress that was now evident to her as being far too tight. Her large boobs bounced and swayed which had the effect, coupled with exaggerated swing of her large hips, of causing her to plod her steps in order to maintain balance. From the side-on view she now had in the window glass, her walk was akin to that of a chicken, nodding as it walked. The difference between the strut and the plod caused her to have to walk with shorter steps which in turn meant her plod was faster and more pronounced.

Of course, she had heard all the whispers and thinly veiled comments. “You know that Poppy only drags Charlee around with her to make herself look good.” That hurt, but then it was ridiculous, Poppy was so stunningly beautiful in her own right, why would she need to “drag around” someone like Charlee?

Normally Poppy would walk at Charlee’s side but at the moment they had a bus to catch and she was stepping out as fast as her tight dress and high heels would allow.

In a dark shop window Poppy checked on Charlee’s progress, to turn around to see would probably result in a broken arm or whatever as she would for certain stumble off the stupid heels she has insisted wearing despite Charlee’s dire warning. Seeing that her friend was dropping behind Polly slowed her pace. What a wonderful friend she had in the sweet girl; so intelligent compared to her own air-head; so sensible compared to her own scattiness; so thoughtful compared to her own thoughtlessness; so charming compared to her own forthrightness. God, how much she envied Charlee.

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On board the bus the girls settled down in the comfortable seats; Poppy had insisted in paying to ride luxury class. This was to be a long ride through the night so comfort was of the essence; to Polly anyway, practical and thrifty Charlee had been willing to rough it.

As darkness fell and even the incessant chatter of the two young women quietened, Charlee, tired from the earlier long, fast walk, closed her eyes and soon drifted off to sleep. Poppy, as ever was still full of energy and decided to read a novel for a while.

Poppy moved in her seat to allow her friend’s sleeping body to lie across her lap. She looked at the sweet, innocent face and bent to place a soft kiss on the girl’s forehead. She studied the face that in sleep carried no mask to hide her thoughts, her constant attempts to cover her ill-perceived criticisms of her looks. Polly closed her eyes and prayed to any god that would listen, that the gift of the companionship that this beauty offered so naïvely, so generously would never go away, her lips pressed lightly on those of her companion, careful not to disturb her. Charlee would have been mortified to have awoken to find Poppy’s lips, the lips of any female, on hers.

Poppy read on through the night until out of the corner of her eye she noticed a small movement. Something under her friend’s dress was moving, almost imperceptibly, but definitely moving. Closing her novel she watched, and there is was again. Polly checked her friend’s hands, one was on her own lap at the side of her friend, the other perhaps was hanging down at the girl’s other side.

Gently Poppy moved the girl’s dress until she revealed the other hand. Ensuring that, other than the driver, the other passengers were asleep, she pulled the hem of the dress up to reveal that Charlee’s hand was at her pussy. Fingers shorter and thicker than Poppy’s were tucked inside a pair of “Bridget Jones” panties which had rolled down giving access to a broad mound surmounted by a mass of blonde hair.

Polly did a double take; blonde hair? But Charlee had always been auburn! Gently she took strands of the pubic hair and rubbed them between finger and thumb; they were almost of the same thickness and silkiness as her own; that is if she didn’t shave.

Scared she might awake the sleeping but obviously needy friend, Poppy slowly eased the big panties down until, through the blonde bush a well developed cleft appeared. The pussy was in heat, pumped with blood; what was Charlee dreaming; oh to be in her mind right now. Was it some hunky guy that she had the hots for… but who? Poppy felt a slight pang of jealousy.

Poppy allowed her friend’s hand free reign but the fingers had but one target, her clitoris. They began to swirl, gently at first then more animatedly until their actions had Charlee’s body wriggling the writhing on her companion’s lap.

Seemingly, the fingers tired and had to rest. Risking everything that the girl’s friendship meant to her, Poppy substituted the hand with her own fingers, going one further by slipping her longest slim finger down between the engorged outer lips, dipping into the warm, wetness of another woman’s pussy.

It astounded the girl, now for the first time ever with her finger exploring the tight, sensitive tube of another female, how similar yet not the same as her own it felt. There was heat, there was that slick lubrication, there was a similar grip on her finger, yet it was in some subtle way different.

Charlee’s thighs squeezed on her friend’s hand, her hips lifted slightly from the bus seat in an effort to encompass more of the digit that now invaded her most sensitive area. A soft but long sigh escaped from her mouth and her head turned to press firmly against Poppy’s tight tummy.

Poppy felt that she must continue. She owed it to her sweet companion to give her the satisfaction, the joy, that she so obviously needed and that she deserved.

Using a technique that she had so much enjoyed when applied to her own pussy by the best of past boyfriends, Poppy inserted her two middle fingers into Charlee’s by now very lubricated vagina, then crooked her thumb over her palm in a way that brought it in contact with her friends clitoris on each drive of her fingers deep along the sensitive tube of her vagina. After only a few plunges of her fingers Charlee’s soft exhalations became louder. Her body wriggled, and her free hand that had started this episode, reached to grip the hand administering the pleasure and sought to aid its actions.

Poppy once again checked around her to ensure that her friend’s acknowledgements of the pleasures her pussy was receiving were not disturbing the other bus passengers. Although all appeared serene she felt that it was only a matter of time before the increasing volume of Charlee’s moans of impending sexual joy may awaken a nearby passenger with embarrassing results.

In an effort to quieten the girl’s moans Poppy bent forward and placed her mouth on the puffy red lips of her friend. Immediately the lips parted and a wet tongue shyly began to explore her lips. She allowed the tongue to explore beyond her lips and continue between them into her oral cavity.

Sucking on the tongue sent shivers down her back and she felt the hair at the nape of her neck bristle as when a guy would excite her by the same action. If she had at that moment entertained the thought of breaking this sensual kiss, Charlee’s hand that now pressed on the back of her head, denied her that opportunity.

As the companions shared the hot sensations of such a sensual, such a sexual kiss, as Poppy’s fingers worked hard at her friend’s clitoris and tight, sensitive vagina, Charlee pulled her friend tighter, moaning loudly into her mouth, then with her body convulsing, her hips counter-thrusting against the invading fingers, the tsunami of her orgasm sped throughout all her senses. For a long second Charlee’s body went rigid then relaxed completely on Poppy’s lap.

Poppy smiled sweetly as her friend opened her eyes in wonderment. “Hi sweety… wow… did you have a great dream?”