Introduction:
I pulled her hand up then licked my scent off the
fingers that she had used in me, then I kissed her once more. My
lifelong friend and I drifted on soft clouds of contentment and murmured
tender assurances until we fell asleep in each other's arms.
She was spending the night with me, a sleepover, something
we'd been doing forever. Vicky was my best friend, we were connected
not only by years of friendship but bonded by a sisterly love. I didn't
have a sister but if I did, I would want it to be her. We shared
everything, our lives, clothes, secrets, fantasies; and at fifteen we
had a lot of fantasies to share. Most of them had to do with our
changing bodies and what we wanted to do with them, or more to the
point, what we wanted boys to do with them. That night she and I spent