ck. My eyes widened when she reached back and unhooked her bra. She slipped it off and even as I told myself not to look, my eyes found the mirror on the door across from her.
My face flushed from more than just the rum when I was confronted with a full view of her breasts. They were as beautiful as I imagined they would be, high and proud, perfectly round and milky white with pale pink nipples that were barely visibly against her skin. An all too familiar heat grew between my legs and my own nipples took notice as Holly fumbled with the top and her tits jiggled delightfully.
I closed my hands as if I were fondling them in my mind. The voice of reason-and decency-called me sick and said to look away; this was my best friend, but God they were so amazing! Holly put the top down on the chair and unsnapping her jeans pushed them down. Her thong matched the bra and was little more than a string between the cheeks of her ass with a bow at the top.
Her smooth white cheeks looked as inviting as her tits and lifting the cup I chugged the rest of the drink, which at least forced me to block the vision of her as I tilted my head back. I blinked at the rush of downing the strong drink, and when my eyes focused. I was confronted with the site of Holly's thong on the floor as she stepped into a pair of black lace boy shorts.
For a split second I swore I caught the pink flesh of her pussy between her thighs before the snug shorts obscured the view. Even as part of me was relieved I hadn't seen her pull the thong down, the other half cursed for picking that moment to look away. Holly raised her arms to put the top on and her breasts rose to an even more provocative angle.
She started to pull the top down then with a wicked smile into the mirror asked, "How do my tits, look?"
If I thought my face was hot before I was wrong because her words were barely out of her mouth and my ears were burning, looking away I stuttered, "I wasn't l...looking at your, um...you. I was uh....I liked...the bra?" I lowered my head feeling like an idiot.
"Aww, look at how cute you are!" she laughed. "Hey, it's okay, Heather. It's sexy to have another girl check me out." She paused, "You can look; I'm dressed."
I Looked up then quickly lowered my head when I saw not only was she still topless, but facing me and had stepped closer to the bed.
"Oh, come on Heather, they're just tits! You watch them all the time in porn and hey, you even have a pair."
"Put your shirt on." I told her.
"Why? I love lounging around topless, its feels so damn good!"
"I...I'm not your girlfriend."
"But you're a girl. So what if I stay like this?"
I looked up and when she saw me do it she cupped her tits, "Something wrong with them?"
"N...no...their perfect, I mean..."
"Perfect? Ohhh do go on." She purred.
"Holly, don't tease me!" I exclaimed, looking away.
Hearing the real frustration in my voice, she sighed, "Okay, fine. You can look, I promise my shirts on."
I peeked and saw she had donned the top, but it didn't help a hell of a lot. The top, a silky black cammy, didn't go down much further than the bottom of her breasts, leaving her stomach bare including the silver chain dangling from her navel. The straps were thin and the top low cut with the first couple of inches made of pink lace.
My eyes were level with her tits and I looked down only to be confronted with the black lace shorts and her thighs.
"Hey, Heather?"
