“I can hear you Grace,” he said softly into the room around us, “do you really have her in your mouth?”
“Mmmmhmmm,” I murmured around her flesh, pulling off so say, “she tastes as good as I remember, better even. Her nipples are so hard right now, I think she’s getting turned on having my wet mouth on her naked tits, aren’t you honey?”
Stacy ran her fingers through my long, straight hair and down to my neck. I stood up, eye to eye with her again and pressed her naked chest against my shirt, feeling her bare buttons poking into me. She moved her hands to the front of my blouse and started working at undoing it. I stepped back a half step and watched her fingers slowly exposing my covered skin.
“Oh, she’s unbuttoning my shirt now, can you believe that? She’s my best friend and I think she wants to see my breasts Michael. Do you Stacy? Do you want to see my bare tits again?”
She nodded with her eyes on her work, two buttons undone.
“I’m a little nervous now Michael,” I revealed honestly, “I feel like both of you are watching my body appear from beneath my blouse here.”
“You are so beautiful Grace,” Michael said overhead, “I would love to see more of your skin.”
“That would be nice Michael, and I know you will,” I assured him, “You will have your hands on my bare skin soon enough. You will see what Stacy gets to see tonight, which right now is my white blouse, completely unbuttoned by the way, and my silky pink bra peeking out.”
Stacy pulled the shirt down my shoulders and it landed on the floor by our feet without a sound. She leaned forward and tilted her head to bring her lips to my exposed neck line as her hands traced the cups of my breasts.
“Oh, mmmm, Stacy,” I moaned softly, “that’s it, kiss my neck honey. Oooh you’re making me crazy here, that feels fan-TAS-tic.”
We heard a soft groan on the other line and Stacy took her lips from my neck and formed them into a brilliant white smile for me. She was loving this.
“Michael, I think I’m going to kiss my friend for a minute here,” I said, “I can’t help it. I have to. Why don’t you tell me about what you are wearing and where you are right now?”
I leaned into Stacy and our ruddy lips met again, this time our tongues went right into a wrestling match in our mouths, our hands exploring our newly exposed flesh.
“Well, I am in my bedroom now, and I have on a pair of board shorts and a T-shirt,” Mike explained into the room, “I have a lamp on next to the bed but it is pretty dim.”
I didn’t want to break the kiss, but I also wanted to keep the conversation going so I pulled tentatively away from Stacy and brought my hands up to cradle her soft naked breasts between us while I spoke.
“That sounds very comfortable Michael,” I managed, a little breathy, “Are you feeling aroused listening to two shirtless women making out on the phone for you?”
“So aroused Grace,” he admitted, “I still can’t believe this is happening.”
“Oh, you better believe it,” I said, feeling my suddenly unclasped bra loosening its tight grip on my tender mammaries, “and now believe this; Stacy just unhooked my bra on me. Go ahead honey, slip it right off of there. That’s it. Oh Michael, they’re out. She is looking at my naked chest right now. I feel so exposed. Our bare breasts are almost touching now and . . . oh god . . . that’s nice. They’re together Michael. Can you imagine this? Holy shit that’s good! So soft.”
“Oh man,” said Mike, an obvious longing in his voice.
“Oh Stacy,” I whimpered, “you feel so great against me.” Our chests together looked so hot, and her lusty eyes on me were about all I could take. I slammed my mouth into hers and noisily and sloppily made out with my best friend. Our arms were entangled as we kissed and one of her knees slipped in between my legs, pushing her thigh against my pubic bone.
I pulled back painfully from our kiss again, a bit breathless, and ground down hard on her leg.
“Oh honey, touch my tits again for me, mmmm . . . that’s it. I want you to taste them. Let me feel your open mouth on me . . . oh god . . . that’s nice. Just like that. Bite my nipple honey, oooh, yes.
“Michael?”
“Yeah?”
“Did you say you were getting aroused over there?”
“I did Grace.”
“Tell me about it.”
An awkward silence appeared, and then he began, “Well, my shorts are clearly not doing a very good job at covering me at the moment, and listening to you on the phone has made it difficult to contain.”
“Made what difficult to contain Michael,” I said as Stacy licked and toyed with my naked chest.
“My erection Grace.”
“So you’re hard Michael?”
“So fucking hard Grace,” he breathed into the room, sending chills up both of our topless spines. This was better than we could have ever planned.
“Oh god Michael, I can almost see your tented shorts,” I swooned into my earpiece as I cradled Stacy’s nursing face in my hands.
Just then Stacy started unbuttoning my jeans, and then pulled my zipper down. I knew how tight they were so I dropped my hands to help her peel them over my hips.
“Then I’m afraid this isn’t going to help your situation any Michael,” I teased as my pants came down. They were actually so tight that they brought my pink panties right down with them, “My pants are coming down now, and . . . oh shit, my panties too! Oh god I am totally out now Michael. Stacy can see my naked body with my pants down. Oh god I’m getting hot here, I feel so naughty like this. She pulled down my pants Michael, right down to the floor!”
“Oh god Grace that is so hot,” he crooned to me overhead.
“I know, and now Stacy’s eyes are right on my naked privates as she’s pulling my pants off,” I related to him as I watched Stacy work my feet through the pant legs. “Oh god Michael, now I’m totally naked here. You are talking to a stark naked woman on the phone right now. How does that sound?”
“So awesome Grace, I wish I could see your body right now,” he groaned as we listened, “I am getting so turned on here.”
“Really Michael? I wish I could see that tent in your shorts,” I breathed into the earpiece as Stacy ran her hands up between my legs and firmly brushed her dainty fingers across my pussy lips on her way back up to me.