I'll be damned; my best buddy in college turned out to be a lesbian. She had found someone to love that loved her back and that was okay with me.I sai..., "I'm really happy for both of you," and I meant it. Susan smiled at me and Claire sighed with relief. "Now what's the problem, ladies?" "We're being blackmailed," Susan said, "We don't know who it is since they only communicate through e-mails. They want three hundred thousand dollars by the end of the month or they'll go public about us living. Questions. Questions. Of course the more I pondered it, the clearer the memories became and the more they turned me on late at night. Every time I masturbated, it was to thoughts of her magnificent breasts and rock-hard nipples. To thoughts of the mound of dark, curly hair sitting just above her sex as she grabbed my hand and placed it between her legs. To thoughts of how heat radiated from her cunt and her wet desire flowed onto my hand as she grinded her clit like a bitch in heat. I shot. We broke the kiss, and I stood, pulling her up off her feet. I gave her my best "mad scientist" schtick."At last! I haf you in my evil clutches!"She giggled. "Oh no! So what are you gonna do with me?"I hugged her tight to me and took four steps forward, over the edge and into the deep end of the pool. She came up spluttering, shaking the water out of her short hair, and growled "Ooo I'm gonna get you for that!" I took off swimming, stroking hard, and she matched me stroke for stroke. The girl. And of course I'm always wrong. But could that affect the ... uhm ... effect? Hmm." She jotted a note.Sarah chuckled. About to ask if she could sketch the beauty studying, the late, last minute rack of clothes--the delay causing the pause in the rehearsal--finally arrived. "Merde," she muttered.Vic smiled at her and winked. "Come on. We can have fun together." She sounded buoyant.Sarah returned the smile. She had wanted Sophie with her during rehearsal but serious Delon business prevented it..