We both laughed. I was engaged in the conversation so I kind of forgot I was standing there in just my panties. I looked for one of my flannel shirts. I pulled it on and started to button it. I started from the top. The one I started with was almost the very top and I couldn’t get it.
“Here, let me help,” Vanessa said.
As she stood in front of me I wasn’t sure where to look. I looked at her face. Since she was taller, she had to look down at the buttons, I was looking right at her. She started at 2 buttons below the one I tried and buttoned to one button from the bottom. I could feel her closeness.
She stepped back. “Now that’s adorable,” she said.
Again it felt nice that she liked it. After all, I’d picked it out for this occasion.
“All done?” she asked.
I knew she was looking at my panties. I don’t normally wear them to bed. I hooked my thumbs in the sides and slipped them over my hips. I threw them in the laundry bag.
“Cool,” said Vanessa. “Let’s get back to dinner and wine.”
After dinner Vanessa asked if she could practice her acceptance speech. I sat there and listened. Listening to her, I was brought back to that day in 8th grade when I first heard her speak. I had the same feeling of hero worship. Someday I wanted to be good enough to make a speech like that. I wanted to be the person she alluded to.
On top of that as she moved and gestured she’d flash her ass or her pussy. That created other feelings that I really was not sure of. In the end I was thinking how wonderful it was and I told her so.
She laughed and said, “Yeah sure, but you have a girl crush on me. What will others think?”
“Will you be wearing that?” I joked.
She laughed and gave me a dirty look.
After that, we talked. What was really fascinating was that we never ran out of things to talk about. I quickly forgot that both of us were 12 naked. Our tops rarely completely covered our pussies or our asses. Aside from a casual joke about it once in awhile, we just kept talking.
Finally it was bedtime. I was yawning and couldn’t keep my eyes open. I stood up, yawned and stretched. Vanessa was behind me. I forgot completely how short my shirt was and that I wasn’t wearing panties.
Vanessa gave my ass a small smack and said, “Wow, I wish I had that ass.”
I was feeling flirty and fun. I wiggled it and said, “Well at least you mean it differently than the creep on the corner by my house.”
“Are you sure?” She joked.
We both laughed. Vanessa turned down my bed and told me if there was anything I needed to come get her. Anything at all. I turned to say goodnight. Vanessa pulled me into a hug told me she was really glad I was there. She gave me a brief kiss on the lips and headed to bed.
She left the doors between the rooms open when she turned out the light. Between the wine and the travel, I fell asleep pretty quickly.
About 3am I needed to use the bathroom. As I did I passed the door to Vanessa’s room. I couldn’t help myself. I looked in. She was asleep on top of her covers. She was laying on her stomach. Her legs were apart and her shirt was pulled up around her hips. Her face was turned to the side and her hair was laid out across her like someone had styled it just for this sleep position.
I was taken by what a cute ass she had. I just wanted to sit next to her and stroke it. I went to the bathroom and then back to bed. Thinking about how pretty she was my hand started to play with my clit. I stayed quiet my eyes closed. I wondered what I would do if, when I opened my eyes, she was standing there, watching me. That made me cum. I laid there for a minute with my eyes closed. I opened them slowly. I don’t know what I expected. Whatever it was, was not there.
Friday Vanessa had some errands to run and i ran them with her. She’d made appointments for us both to get our hair and nails done. A lot of girl stuff. We went from shop to shop holding hands chatting and giggling.
We had to be back early because someone was coming up to our rooms to do our makeup. When they arrived they had us strip to our underwear. They put cloths over us and did our makeup. We looked damn good.
We got dressed. I started getting dressed. I put on a rose pink lacy thong and a matching strapless bra. Vanessa put on her black dress. It was ankle length and hugged every inch of her body. It had 12 sleeves and a plunging V neck that crossed over and ended at the waist. She was wearing a very small black G string and no bra. We realized she would have to tape the dress to stay decent. Well, we’d known that, but now we had to do it. We laughed as we tried taping a dress for the first time. Me in my underwear, her pulling the dress over her breasts while I tried to tape it. We thought it was hilarious.
The event room was pretty full when we walked in. The podium was empty. As we walked in people turned to look. At first I thought it was just because Vanessa was star of the day, but looking around I realized that we looked hot. Damned hot. We were probably 2 of the youngest people there. We were both still in our twenties.
People tripped over themselves to congratulate her and inquire as to who I was. I got hit on more than once. It was exciting to be the star of the day. We both basked in the glory. I met a lot of people who could help my career. I focused on the women. I’m pretty sure most of the men had ulterior motives.
The event went off without a hitch. Boring speeches by a bunch of news people. The award being given. Video of the award winning segment and then Vanessa’s speech. It was a very fun and exciting night. At the end we again wandered through the crowd shaking hands and saying thank yous.
Finally it was over. We grabbed 2 bottles of wine and went to our rooms. Vanessa fell on the bed.
“Ok,” I know this is childish,” she said, “but I feel like a princess. This was an amazing night.”
I laid down next to her. She rolled over and threw an arm over me and looking at me and said, “I’m glad you came.”
Our faces were about an inch from each other. I kind of pulled back a bit and said I was also glad I came.
We laid there a minute quietly and then Vanessa said, “Well let’s get out of these dresses.”
We stood up. She turned her back to me and lifted her hair. I reached for the zipper and slowly pulled it down. The gorgeous expanse of back came into view. She then turned to me and started to pull it off. The tape was stuck. We both started laughing. Between the 2 of us we worked at getting the tape off the dress and off her breasts. I got a warm washcloth and started washing her breasts where the tape had been stuck.
With one hand I held her breast and the other I gently washed it. Then I did the next one. I am not sure what I was feeling. I’d certainly never felt another woman’s breast before. I’d never felt all this towards a girl before. I’d admired her since I was 12. Here I was sharing her greatest triumph in her life. I could smell her perfume and I was loving the feel of taking care of her as well as enjoying the feel of her soft breast.
As I did it. She looked at me. Our eyes met and she said, “Thank you. Thank you for believing in me. Thank you for everything.”