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It was morning.

Elle stretched out languidly, starfishing across the bedsheets. They were still warm, holding the imprint of where Cassie had been lying moments before. Sun streamed in through the window and Elle turned her face to it gratefully, smiling as the rays warmed her cheeks and the faint, floral scent of the perfume Cassie wore last night wafted up from the pillow. She breathed her in, filled her lungs. It swelled her heart. She felt dozy and warm as she allowed herself to be enfolded in the memories of the evening before. The night that had followed.

The brightness of the morning, coupled with the images and sounds that filled her mind, thrust her immediately into wakefulness. She could hear water. She turned away from the window and sat up to see Cassie in the shower, combing her fingers through her wet hair, soaping her skin with long, languorous strokes. God, she was beautiful, Elle thought, as lust exploded in the pit of her belly, sending shockwaves through her torso, down into her pelvis and over her hips. She slid into the pillow to avoid the sunshine… and to see Cassie more clearly.

Cassie had the most wonderfully smooth skin—Elle had always wondered about it, about how it would feel against her palms, beneath her tongue. After yesterday, she no longer needed to wonder—she knew. Cassie glowed when she moved through a room, revealing a snatch of brown flesh here and there, fabric billowing teasingly across her wrist, against her thigh, playing a teasing game of peek-a-boo with whoever was lucky enough to catch a glimpse of her.

Elle thought of Cassie at the drinks party yesterday, throwing her head back in laughter, exposing her kissable throat, the evening sunbathing her in gold, a hint of shadow serving only to accentuate the curve of her loose breasts, the turn of her nipples. Elle had been transfixed seeing her lovely friend, one of her oldest friends, in such a different way. It was if this special party, taking place in such a breathtaking city, in a country so far removed from their everyday lives, was compelling her to look at things again. And again. And again… it was as if she were seeing Cassie for the very first time, and every part of Elle’s being had told her that she wanted her.

Cassie’s eyes twinkled at Elle through the glass of the shower. It was completely clear, and Elle could see every inch of Cassie’s body. She was running soapy hands over her chest now, her fingers lingering over her pert breasts. She smiled broadly at Elle watching her, then tossed her head back in pleasure, the tips of her fingers sliding over her slippery nipples. Elle’s tongue pushed against the back of her teeth, parting her lips as she watched the water snake down over Cassie’s tits and down the flat of her tummy. She recalled how Cassie had pulled the top of her jumpsuit down over her shoulders last night, her eyes never leaving Elle’s as she revealed her breasts to her for the first time.

Yes, they were best mates, and they had got changed in front of each other countless times—but this was the first time they had ever exposed their tits for each other to look at, to admire, to touch. To suck. Elle wished that her tongue was the water trickling sensuously down Cassie’s body, licking and flicking over those nipples. She knew how they felt when they got hard now. How they stretched against her tongue when she sucked them into her mouth. She had tried to hold back respectfully when Cassie got her tits out for her last night, but she had failed, all resolve draining away as a wave of desire flooded her body. She had practically fallen on them, hungrily sucking and lapping as if it might have been the only chance she would get to experience the sensation of her soft tit flesh getting firmer in her mouth.