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It was Monday during lunch when Barbara first noticed that Melissa was acting a bit irritable. Her grunts were a little gruffer, her eye rolls came a little easier. With everyone except her, of course. But even with her, there had been few lingering touches and only one genuine smile.
“Melissa, sweetheart. Are you alright?” Barbara leaned into Melissa’s space and muttered into her ear, knowing Melissa wouldn’t want anyone else to hear the question.
Melissa nodded. “I’m fine, hon. Just in a mood but I’ll be alright.” Melissa patted her on the knee and then left her hand to rest on her thigh, where it stayed the rest of lunch. “Thanks for checkin’ in, you’re sweet.”
Barbara accepted the answer, happy to have some reassurance from her friend. Everyone had bad days. Why should Melissa be any different?
But almost as soon as the bell rang and the students were escorted to their various pickup spots, Melissa was at her door. She looked tired, and more alarming to Barbara, she almost looked pained.
“Barb, I need your help with something.”
“What is it?”
Melissa stepped into her classroom, looking both ways in the hallway to make sure no one was around. Then she closed Barbara’s door.
She turned to Barbara, a hand on the bridge of her nose as if trying to stave off a headache.
“Okay, look. I need help with something, and I don’t have anyone at home to help me with it, and there’s no one here besides you that I feel comfortable asking for help.”
“Melissa, what is it?”
“We’re about to get real personal real fast here, Barb.”
“Melissa.” It was a statement, not a question. Barbara was tired of the stalling.
Melissa huffed a breath and then went over to Barbara’s desk. She grabbed her hand, pulled her out of her chair, and dragged her into the small bathroom Barbara had in her classroom. She shut and locked the door.
“Melissa what on earth is going on?”
“I lost a bet this weekend and had to get my nipples pierced and it hurts like a bitch and I need you to see if one of them is infected.” It all came out in a mad rush, Melissa gesturing wildly with her hands and refusing to look at Barbara.
There was silence.
“I’m sorry. Repeat that?”
Melissa groaned. “Come on, Barb! This is humiliating enough.”
“Well I’m sorry I didn’t catch what you were saying as you spoke at the speed of light, girlfriend!”
“Fine, fine.” Melissa took a breath.
Softer now, Barbara said “Melissa, you can tell me anything.”
Melissa closed her eyes for a second to pull herself together. Then she opened her eyes and looked directly at Barbara.
“I lost a bet this weekend. My cousin Francesca and I had a bet going on the game, and it didn’t go my way. We wagered a piercing, and now- well, no I have my nipples pierced.”
Barbara clutched her chest. “Melissa Ann!”
“Oh come on, you said I could tell you anything!”
Barbara floundered for just another second before getting it together. “You’re right, you’re right. It was just not what I was expecting. But there’s no need to be embarrassed. I’m sure plenty of people have…the same jewelry.” Barbara pulled at the collar of her button up. When did it get so hot in this damn room? “Continue, please.”
Melissa sighed. “Well, I got it done yesterday-“
“On the Lord’s day?!”
“Barbara!”
“Okay, okay, sorry.”
Melissa leveled her with a glare. “Yes, I got it done yesterday, on the Lord’s day. And the lady who did it told me they’d be tender but my tits have been hurting all damn day, feels like they’re gonna fall off. I can’t afford to lose ‘em- they’re my best feature, you know?”
Barbara rolled her eyes.
“I’m worried one of the piercings might be infected, and I need you to take a look at it.”
There was another moment of silence. (Or, Barbara hoped it was silent, at least. She hoped Melissa hadn’t heard her gulping.)
“You want me to look at your…piercing, and see if it’s infected?”
“Yes, Barb. Please? I know it’s kinda weird but you’re my best friend and I don’t know who else to ask.”
“Well, alright.” Barbara cleared her throat.
Melissa clapped in thanksgiving. “Thank you so much Barb, you are a gem.” She started undressing, taking off her shirt & hanging it on one of the hooks. “I’ll make it up to you, I swear. I’ll cook you whatever you want for the rest of the week.” This was said with her back to Barbara, as Barbara watched her friend reach behind and unclasp the deep green bra she had on.
“Oh, Mel. Don’t mention it. What are friends for?”
“Not for looking at each other’s tits, usually.”
Barbara laughed at that. “Yes, well. You’d do it for me.”
At that Melissa turned around, waggling her eyebrows, her hands covering her breasts as if the extra few seconds of modesty could save either of them their dignity. “I would. And I’d complain about it a lot less, too.”
“Oh, hush!”
Melissa laughed at her own joke as Barbara swatted at her hands.
When Melissa finally lowered her hands, Barbara had to grab the sink to stop from falling over.
Oh.
Barbara had never seen someone else’s breasts before, except maybe her mother’s when she was a child. But Melissa’s breasts definitely didn’t look like her mother’s, and they didn’t look like her own either.
They looked like, like art. Like gifts sculpted by the finest sculptor for a powerful queen.
And the piercings were thin gold barbells, one through each nipple. They were delicate but handsome and the way they matched the chains on Melissa’s neck made Barbara feel weak in the knees.
Melissa was too busy looking down at her own chest to notice Barbara’s reaction, and Barbara thanked God (who may soon smite her) for that.
“I just can’t tell if they look infected, or not. They’re still pretty red, but could just be because I’m pale.”
Barbara cleared her throat and moved her glasses from the chain around her neck to the bridge of her nose. “Let me see.”
Barbara bent down so she could be at eye level with Melissa’s breasts, just to get a better view of course. A more clinically precise view.
“They do look a bit red.” Barbara continued her inspection, her hands hanging at her side dumbly. “I don’t see anything that indicates infection, though. No bruising, no bleeding.”
Above her, Melissa had closed her eyes, unprepared for the visual of Barbara Howard’s face in her tits. She probably should have thought this through more.
“Well that’s good.”
“Do they feel warm? Any warmer than usual? Any burning?”
“Uh, no. I don’t think so.”
“Why don’t you feel them and tell me what you think?” Barbara finally stood upright.
“I don’t think it works if I use my own hands. Can’t tell yourself if you have a fever, ya know?”
“Oh, yes. That’s true.”
Then simultaneously:
Do you want me to-
You don’t have to-
They both stopped, and then laughed.
Melissa spoke first. “It’s fine, Barb. I’ve already asked you to do way too much.”
“Well I’m worried that they’re causing you so much pain.”
Melissa thought for a second. She rubbed a hand over her face. “Alright, fuck it. Just, just be careful okay?”
“What do you think I’m going to do, maul you?”
“I’m just already really sensitive okay! I have sensitive nipples. There, I said it. But now everything feels even more sensitive and more intense with the bars in. So just be gentle, please.” Melissa was bright red by the end of her plea. Barbara placed a hand on her shoulder.
“I’m sorry, Melissa. I didn’t mean to embarrass you. I will be careful, okay?”
Melissa squeezed Barbara’s wrist and nodded.
“Tell me if I’m doing anything wrong. Alright?”
Melissa nodded again.
Barbara wiped her suddenly clammy hands on her pants. And then she brought her hands up to Melissa’s breast. First her left, then her right.
She felt around the areola, feeling for heat or anything that felt out of the ordinary. Then she moved closer, turning her head and grabbing Melissa’s breast as necessary to get a better view of the piercings themselves. Everything looked good. Very good.
“Everything looks fine so far, sweetheart. Can I- is it okay if I take a closer look at your nipples?”
Melissa could almost cry with how gentle and kind Barbara was being. And with how turned on she was getting.
“Yeah, hon. Thanks for asking.”
Barbara nodded and grabbed Melissa’s breasts once more. She cupped the breast with one hand, lifting it a bit, and then with the other, she felt around Melissa’s nipple.
It was then that Melissa realized the mistake she had made. The grave, huge mistake.
Melissa whimpered. “Oh, cazzo.” It was under her breath, but Barbara heard it and her hands snapped away.
“I’m sorry, did I hurt you?”
“No, no. You’re fine.” Melissa’s breathing had become labored.
“Melissa I’m so sorry, I thought I was being careful I didn’t mean to-“
“No, Barb. You didn’t hurt me. You’re fine.”
“But you said-“
“You did the opposite of hurt me, Barb!” Melissa’s voice was too loud for the small room.
“Oh.”
“Yeah. Oh.”
“You mean I-“
“Yeah. You touched my nipple, after feeling all up on my boobs, and it felt really fuckin good, okay?”
“Oh.”
Melissa turned around and started to redress herself.
“Melissa, I’m so sorry. I really didn’t mean to, well to tease or to make you feel that way.”
Melissa was just trying to stop herself from crying at this point, embarrassed by her reaction.
“Ya got nothing to apologize for, Barbara. I’m sorry. You were just doing something nice for me and here I am acting like a sex starved truck driver or something.”
“Melissa it’s perfectly natural-“
Melissa spun around just as she was about to clasp her bra, red hair spinning with her and suddenly she was closer to Barbara.
“To be turned on by your best friend? To be sexually attracted to your best friend? Because I gotta tell ya, Barb. I don’t think that’s true.”
Barbara gasped “It was me ? Not the touching?”
“It was you. Doing the touching.”
It was Barbara’s turn to whimper. “Oh, Melissa.”
“I should never have asked you to do this. Now I’ve put you in a weird position and I’m so sorry, Barbara.”
“Melissa-“
“I’m so sorry.”
“Mel-“
“Can we please just pretend this never happened?”
“I wanted to touch your breasts, Schemmenti!” Barbara didn’t give Melissa time to interject. “Your breasts have only been the object of my daydreams for decades. I’ve only dreamt about them in those v-neck shirts for twenty years!”
Melissa’s mouth hung open in shock. “You like my breasts?”
“Yes, Melissa. Heaven help me, I like your breasts. I like every part of you. Some days I feel like I am going to go insane from never being able to touch you.”
That was all Melissa needed.
She flung her bra to the floor as she crashed into Barbara, backing them up so that Barbara was against the wall of the bathroom as Melissa kissed her best friend with every cell in her soul. And Barbara returned the kiss right back.
“Wanted this for so long.” Melissa said between open mouthed kisses, nipping her way along Barbara’s jaw. Barbara moaned.
“Me too. Can I touch you?”
“Please, for the love of God, Barbara. Please touch me, baby.”
Barbara brought her hands up to Melissa’s chest as they continued to kiss, pinching and squeezing.
Oh yes. Melissa was sensitive, alright.
Melissa broke apart the kiss to throw her head back, whimpering at the feel of Barb’s hands on her chest. “Oh, fuck.”
“So, so gorgeous.” Barbara licked her way up Melissa’s throat, before whispering in her ear, “let me suck them, please?”
Melissa could have cried. “Yes, baby. Yes.”
And then Barbara had her mouth wrapped around one of Melissa’s tits while her hand stayed squeezing and stroking the nipple of the other.
“Ah! Oh fuck, Barb.”
Barbara moaned. “Feels better than I ever imagined, sweetheart.”
“Oh, shit. The piercings- they’re so sensitive.”
Barbara broke away and looked up. “Am I being too rough?”
Melissa guided her back to her breast with a hand on the back of her neck. “No, no. Keep going. Feels amazing.”
Barbara felt Melissa’s hips moving more fervently now, searching for friction, for relief. And who was she to deny a friend in need?
“You want to grind down on my leg, sweet thing?”
“Ugh, yes. Need it, please.”
Barbara wedged a leg between Melissa’s, bending at the knee so Melissa could grind down on her. Melissa didn’t waste a second, moving her hips back and forth, trying to find that perfect angle as she braced herself with one hand on the wall and the other in Barbara’s hair keeping her anchored in place.
Barbara was alternating between nipples now, kissing and sucking as she tried to help guide Melissa’s hips.
“Can you cum like this, Melissa?”
“I think so. Fuck. Just don’t stop.”
Barbara dove right back in, and Melissa looked down at the sight of Barbara’s lips around her tit and Barbara’s legs between her own.
“Oh, shit, Barbara. So hot. Makin me feel so good and you’re barely even touching me.”
Barbara hummed at that, the sound vibrating the metal of her piercings. It nearly sent Melissa hurtling over the edge.
“Again. Do that again, Barb.”
Barbara raised her eyes to look at Melissa.
“The humming. Do the humming again. It vibrates the metal.”
Barbara’s eyes grew wide, and she started humming as if her life depended on it. What she was humming, Melissa couldn’t tell you. But it felt really fucking good.
Melissa continued to moan as she fucked herself on Barbara’s leg. She was close. She was so close.
And then Barbara hummed a particularly high note, and Melissa was soaring with Barbara’s name on her lips.
“Ohhhh, Barbara!”
Barbara brought her down through it, changing from sucks and squeezes to light kisses all around Melissa’s breasts. She squeezed Melissa’s hips before moving her hands up Melissa’s back, running her hand through Melissa’s hair as she nuzzled into Barbara’s neck and caught her breath.
“Melissa, that was stunning.”
Melissa chuckled. “You’re telling me.” She kissed her way up Barbara’s neck, over her jaw, to her lips. “Thank you, Barbara.”
Barbara shrugged, tucking Melissa’s hair behind her ear. “What are friends for?”
Melissa laughed before turning serious. “I guess we have a lot to talk about, huh?”
“I guess we do, my sweet girl. But not here.”
Melissa looked around and blushed, as if she was completely unaware of where they were until this very moment.
“I can’t believe I let you get in my pants, without even taking off my pants, in a bathroom!”
Barbara laughed and helped Melissa get dressed again. “Only the classiest for us, Ms. Schemmenti.”
They walked out of the bathroom and out of the school hand in hand.
Melissa was gonna have to thank her cousin for that bet.