The wet drips of condensation ran over them, and they stiffened to the touch. She felt a familiar sensation rising. Her boyfriend hadn’t touched her...for days. It was bound to be part of the reason she was stressed. She began to caress and wash her boobs. She’d forgotten how much she liked them. Drizzling bath oil over them her slippery fingertips followed her curves. She could feel her groomed pussy begin to ache with a familiar longing. Submitting, she slowly stroked her fingertips down her. ”“It's a compliment.”“Is it?”“If you think about it… maybe?”…At home in her pineapple pajamas, Abbey reclined on her bed and opened her laptop to check the live security footage of Will's date with Lisa. Their small talk over shrimp scampi did not hold Abbey's interest, so she muted the couple while she watched a singing competition show playing on the television on her wall.As the competition wound down, the closing credits gave way to a rerun of a homely guy/hot wife sitcom. Abbey noticed. "As we undressed in the small guest room I once again thanked the deity which gave me courage on that birthday, all those years ago. Even on an Sunday morning, with a hangover, she looked like some creature out of a fairytale. Long, slim and elegant arms and legs, small beautiful breasts with upturned nipples, which still refused to give in to gravity, her slanted, diamond blue eyes and that long, greyish blonde hair cascading down her back. I went up to her and held her close, enjoying how she. She was tiny, 5 foot nothing, and beneath the modest dresses her mother insisted on, her firm round buttocks and small, high, perfectly round breasts could easily escape notice. Her hair was so blond it was almost white, and her eyes were the pale blue of a rain-washed sky. Her delicate features and gentle, trusting expression conveyed an almost heart-breaking innocence that made her seem younger than her years.Yet the two close friends were more alike than they seemed. Both chafed under the.