The fingers went down over Alice‘s abdomen, searching for an entrance up to her ***** under the tank top. The cool hand moved up, upper yet again on the silk skin until where its path blocked by the bra.

Both were moaning into the kiss and each other now. Alice was going crazy with the urgent need of a release. “Danaaaa!!!” she cried with all the strength she could muster.

Dana’s right hand slipped under Alice‘s bra, pushed the bra up to remove this obstacle. Finally, Dana cupped Alice‘s left breast as hard as she could, feeling the helpless nipple under her touch.

*****

“Danaaaaa!!!” Alice cried out once again, her eyes opened with a sudden reflex. Still trying to slow down her breathing, she felt her every inch was wet from sweating.

The breaths were coming back to their normal rhythm as Alice called Dana’s name once again, this time with ease and comport.

The favorite dark green shirt was pushed up to reveal Alice‘s abdomen. Her bra was sitting on; half covering her left breast, pressing past Alice‘s nipple. There was also Alice‘s left hand on the scene fully covering the breast with power.

Apparently, the very same hand is guilty for pushing up the dark green shirt and the treasure keeping bra.

Sitting up with a panic building inside, Alice tried to understand. “Dana?” She looked around; the bed sheets were disorganized like they hosted a war or some sort of hot *****. Second being the case, Alice started to realize she has just dreamed about her best friend in a -not so friendly- way.

“*****!!” she yelled. “*****! Oh *****!!!!” Her hands roughly scratched her head.

What exactly happened last night? More importantly, how much?

“Ok, we played some tennis” she tried to flashback. “Dana complemented my reverse sh- NOOOO; backhand shots. But she got mad with my forehand. She held the racket with me standing from my behind.” Her facial expression was still blank. Pulling off the T-Shirt over her head and putting her bra into its proper place she continued thinking. “Then something weird happened”, she smiled but instantly felt guilty about it. “Then?”