Taffy and Barbi Get Together Pt. 01

Barbi Williams was at home. It was a boring Saturday, and she was just about to call up her friends to see about getting together when the phone rang. She picked up the receiver and smiled as she heard the welcome voice.

"Hey Barbi, let's get together, check out that new movie, supposed to be really good."

It was her best friend, Taffy Groombridge.

"Hey Taff, I thought you were out of town this weekend."

"My parents are, some boring family reunion; the idea of having to meet people I barely know is not my style. I lied to my Mom, told her that the red curse had started, and I would not be fit company with my period in full force. And since I am 18, my parents could go, and I could take care of myself."

Barbi replied, "Yeah, it's great to be 18, able to do what we want without parental approval. That new movie sounds really good; let's do it. Let's get together for lunch, and we can go over to the movie theater and catch the afternoon showing. I'll swing by and pick you up in a half hour."

When Barbi hung up the receiver, her mood was brighter. Taffy had been her best friend since the age of 6, when they were in school. Their friendship was solid and dependable; they did not fight or bicker or harbor petty jealousies, like the girls around them had as they were growing up.

Barbi went upstairs. Once in her room, she stripped naked. She turned to the mirror; like most late teen girls, she was somewhat obsessed with the way she looked. Her eyes moved carefully over her reflection, she was 5'9", 135 pounds, noting carefully the shape of her hips, the curve of her waist, the flat plane of her tummy.

She turned her back to the mirror and looked over her shoulder, carefully checking out her rump. The globes were nice and round, with just the right amount of fullness. She smiled; she never had any complaints about her ass, and her former boyfriend had not been able to take his eyes off her cheeks when she was in front of her.

Turning to face the mirror again, her eyes took in her breasts. Looking carefully, they were a nice match. They were about grapefruit-sized; her nipples were nice and perky. She smiled; she liked having perky tits. She ran her fingers over her mons; she had her pussy lips waxed bare and bald, and a nicely shaped triangle of her strawberry blonde pubic hair just above her labia.

Satisfied with what she saw, she pulled on a summer weight dress; it was going to be a warm day, and she skipped the bra; her girls stood up just fine by themselves, and slipped on a white thong.

Once downstairs, she went out to her car; it was her pride and joy, a fire engine red 2005 Mustang. Her parents had bought it for her 18th birthday; her Dad had bought it from an auction, and he had carefully concealed it from her until her birthday. The Mustang was 10 years old, had only 50,000 miles on the odometer, and Dad's mechanic had gone over it; just a tune-up was needed, and it had been ready to go.

When they revealed it to her, she cried tears of happiness- her first car, and the independence of being 18 and able to drive that gorgeous car. She hugged her Mom and Dad tight, feeling the trust that they had placed in her to be a responsible adult.

She slid behind the wheel, started her up, and the powerful thrum of the motor made her body tingle. She carefully pulled out of the driveway and headed for Taffy's house.

*****

Taffy had been busy, getting herself ready, and like Barbi, she had been sizing herself up in her mirror. At 5'8" and 130 pounds, she checked out the curviness of her hips and waist; her breasts were like large oranges, full and plump, each of them capped with a fat, juicy nipple.

She turned her back to the mirror, so she could check her ass. She observed how her rump had a graceful curve, perky and smooth. She reached a hand down and stroked gently at her mons. She had her pubic region waxed bare and bald, and a nicely shaped triangle of her chestnut colored pubic hair just above her labia.

When Barbi had brought up the idea of getting waxed, it sounded intriguing. They had gone to the waxing salon a week ago, and side by side, they had requested what the salon called the classic Brazilian, to leave a small patch of pubic hair above to be shaped into a nice, tidy patch.

When the stylist asked what shape the hair patch should be, Barbi had smiled over at Taffy, and said, "I'd like a nice little triangle."

Taffy had said, "Me too," and, looking at Barbi, she giggled, "Let's be twins!"

Taffy and Barbi had winced; it was a bit painful. The waxing of their butts was the worst, but they stuck with it; they liked the idea of being hair-free down there. They both hated how hot and sweaty it got down there in the summer heat with that damn hair in the way, so hair-free, cooler, and easier to clean.

Barbi said the waxing should be repeated every 4 to 6 weeks, and Taffy was happy to agree; she wanted to be with her best friend and share the experience of being kept neat and clean down there.

When they left, Taffy had felt the exposure, god, just a thin cotton dress between her sexuality and the outside world. She wondered if Barbi had felt the same, and when Barbi had dropped her off at home, Taffy had felt the heat of sexual lust simmering down there. With her parents out for a few hours, Taffy had masturbated in the privacy of her bedroom; being bald down there had revved up her sexual desire, and just before she had crested, she had wondered if Barbi was doing the same thing, visualizing her best friend on her bed, legs spread, bringing herself off.

Taffy had felt that wonderful sensation as the waves of orgasm came quickly, wonderfully, and uncontrollably, making her body writhe on the bed, sooo good.... while not far away, Barbi had just enjoyed a rousing cum, it felt even better being waxed and then playing with herself, and she had been wondering if Taffy had been doing the same thing.

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Taffy got her pink summer dress, and she decided to be daring; she was going to go commando. It made her feel so sexy when she went without undies. She wanted Barbi to know that she was naked underneath her dress, so that she could ease Barbi further along.

Ever since the day when they had gotten waxed, Taffy had been getting lust-filled feelings from being around Barbi, the brief glimpse of her best friend's pubic region as hair-free as hers while at the salon, and it made her mind churn.

She visualized being between Barbi's thighs, looking and then tasting; the idea made her shiver with lust. She wanted to make Barbi her lover, to take her to bed and do all the hot, sexy ideas that came to mind. It would be a risk, but she was getting to the point where masturbating to the imagined images just wasn't enough. She would have to go for broke. It was risky, but no risk, no reward.

******

At the Lucky Spot cafe, they tucked into Club sandwiches and potato salad, always the best, and went on to the theater. They had talked about day-to-day things; Taffy had not wanted to scare her away by dropping it right there that she was warm for Barbi's form.

As they took their seats at the movie, Taffy was acutely aware of Barbi, so close; it felt like she was pressing gently against her as they shared a tub of popcorn, and Taffy lost the thread of the movie as she was overcome by Barbi's body so close to hers.

Barbi could feel the large Coke that she had consumed filling her bladder, and she excused herself to head for the ladies' room.

Taffy decided she could wait no longer. If there were others in the ladies' room, she would have to wait, just say that she needed to pee too, but otherwise, it was time to make her move. She moved quickly, easing open the door. She heard the sound of running water and saw Barbi washing her hands at the sink.

Barbi heard the sound, turned her head, and said, "You needed to pee also?"

Taffy went for it, and she cooed, "No, I'm here for something else."

Barbi turned the rest of her body and saw Taffy closing in. Her green eyes looked like glowing emeralds; she came face to face, seeing the surprised look in Barbi's ocean-blue eyes. Taffy pulled Barbi to her, and she licked her lips as she cocked her head and went for the kiss. Barbi did not resist, and that pushed Taffy onward. She took Barbi's cheeks in her hands and gently drew her head forward.

Barbi felt the shot of lust at the hot, wet contact of Taffy's lips against hers; she opened her mouth, and their tongues rose to play, twining together. They pulled their lips apart, and each could see the fire of lust in their eyes, and their lips fused again, hands grabbing each other's ass and pulling them tightly together.

When the tongue-filled swirl broke, Taffy said shakily, "Are you still interested in the movie? I'm not; I have something a lot more interesting I want to do."

Barbi whispered, "Sounds good to me, let's go."

They left the theater, hand in hand, and the contact felt electric. They had held hands a lot when they were younger, but now at 18 and feeling the growing surge of desire, it was another hot contact.

Taffy cooed, "When you get to my house, come inside. My parents won't be home until Monday, and I want to have some hot loving with you in my bed. I've been eager to make love to you since our waxing."

Taffy could feel Barbi's hand holding her tightly, making her skin tingle, as Barbi said, "I would love to do that. You know, if it's as good as I think it will be, I'll want to be your full-time lover. I've wanted to for quite a while. I held back, just in case I had misread what was happening."

Taffy purred, "Just what I was hoping for. We can have a weekend sleepover, imagine making love all night, falling asleep in each other's arms, and waking up in the morning to do it again."

Barbi could feel the heat between her thighs, just visualizing each other, naked in each other's arms after the loving and being together the next morning to do it again; just that simple image made her heat build rapidly.

As they got into Barbi's Mustang, Barbi grinned and said, "Yeah, that's what I want. Now, let's head for your bedroom!"

Once on the road, both of them could feel the pulsing of desire; they were hot and horny best friends, and Taffy smiled as she thought about her bed, soon to be the scene of their melding together.

To be continued...