“Hurry up,” Lisa purred, “before the water gets cold.” Her fingers closed on Holly’s nipple for a sweet, cruel pinch, and then her hand fell away and she stood in the stall’s doorway, naked wet, glowing, little clusters of soap bubbles scattered here and there on her sweet, inviting body. Holly sucked in her breath and fumbled with her sandal straps.

“Oh, look in the bag on the washstand,” Lisa added, pointing with one slender finger. Holly turned, saw a small drawstring bag there. ‘She loosened the string, reached inside, and her eyes lit up.

“You think of everything, don’t you?”

“Damn straight! Well, come on!” Lisa stepped out of the doorway, back into the shower, making room for Holly to join her.

“Hi,” said Holly, wrapping one arm around her friend and rubbing her tits against Lisa’s. The tips of their noses bumped, then their chins, and then Lisa’s mouth opened wide and Holly just seemed to fall into it. The vibrator was in her other hand and, as she kissed Lisa, Holly flipped on the switch and applied the tip of the plastic tool to her friend’s moist hot thigh.

“Ooooooooohhhhhh!!” Lisa squealed, breaking off the embrace. She hopped from one loot to’ the other, dancing in and out of the spraying water, turning this way and that so Holly could tickle her in all the places she liked to be tickled.

They were more like sisters than best friends in many ways. For one thing they looked very much alike, in the way that so many young girls today seem to’ be cast from the same basic mold.

Medium-tall, both of them five-five in their bare feet, with slim supple bodies. They could wear one another’s clothes interchangeably, from knit caps to shoes and even to bras and panties, but neither girl cared all that much for wearing clothes of any sort.