My One True Christmas Wish

"I knew I could count on you," Aubrey smiled in relief and then a look of something flashed across that beautiful, flawless face that I'm not sure I had ever seen before.

"What is it?"

"What is what?" she tried to act innocent and I could swear if she wasn't so tan she might have been blushing.

"What's...that?" I clarified by moving my finger in the air in front of her indicating her face. "What's got you acting all shy and embarrassed like...come on, Aubs - spit it out."

"Fine...look," she finally replied and blew out a breath in apparent frustration. "I'm just...I'm like really horny and I haven't had sex in forever and I met this cute guy and you know how I like to do the whole texting tease thing..."

I held my hand out in a calming gesture and spoke slowly since Aubrey had been talking really, really fast. "And?"

"And I know I'm gonna go too far," she whined. She was like the only person I knew who was actually cute when they whined. "I'm like fixin to bust I'm so friggin' horny and I don't want to give away too much in the pics or else...he won't want to go out with me for me or whatever. He'll think I'm too eager and...it'll just be about sex like you're always lecturing me about."

"Okay," I repeated just as slowly. "And?"

"Can you just take the pictures?" she asked and held out her phone to me. "Please?"

I looked from her phone to her half-wincing, half-anticipatory expression and finally sighed. "Fine."

"Thanks, Meg," Aubrey breathed a sigh of relief and after handing me her phone, started to unbutton her shirt. "I knew you'd have my back."

"Yeah...I do," I agreed quietly as I held up her phone and tapped the camera feature and then looked at what she was doing. "Hey, slow down there, hot-to-trot...tease him, remember?"

"Oh...right, right, right," Aubrey mumbled and refastened a couple of her buttons. She pulled on the lapels of her blouse so that her shirt gaped open revealing a pretty beige bra speckled with little white polka dots and lace around the top of the cups.

"Better," I replied as I took a few pictures from different angles. "Cute bra...is that new?"

"It is," she smiled and pulled her shirt open wider so I could get a better look at it...damn, I thought to myself as Aubrey revealed more of her body, this guy has no idea how lucky he is.

"It's too bad you are the proverbial brick house," I advised her as I took the last picture and then held her camera out to her, "because if that fit me I would totally steal your unmentionables."

"I always figured you to be a panty thief," Aubrey cracked.

"I'd only steal your bras," I corrected her. "My panties are way cuter than yours."

"Pishaw!" she scoffed and pulled the waistband of her pants down far enough to expose the top of her panties so that I could see they were part of a set. "I totally match and you know these are damned cute."

"Ah...well, I stand corrected," I announced with my hand over my heart. "Your rump covering is in fact the cutest."

"Thanks," Aubrey smiled and pretended to pull up an imaginary skirt and curtsy. She then batted her eyes which made me giggle.

Suddenly we heard a noise from right outside the supply room door which made me giggle even louder.

"Shhhh," she shushed me and moved closer as if that would make me stop laughing. "You're going to get us busted."

I couldn't help myself as I kept laughing. I'm one of those people that once I get tickled over something, I have a really hard time stopping.

Aubrey shushed me again and put her hand over my mouth and forced me up against the wall. Our eyes met and she was fighting hard not to join me in laughing. I stopped giggling, but not because I got control over myself or because of her efforts...well, actually it was because of her efforts. She had me pinned against the wall with her body and I don't know whether she realized it or not, but her big breasts were pressed up against mine and I could feel how hard her nipples were because they were poking into my boobs.

I suddenly felt really warm and even a bit dizzy as I looked into her eyes.

We just stood there like that for maybe another ten seconds with our bodies pressed together...her face right next to mine...and her hand over my mouth. She finally took her hand away and stepped back with a quiet giggle and started buttoning her shirt back up. "I think the coast is clear."

"Uh-huh," I agreed dumbly as I just stood there against the wall.

"We should probably get back to work."

"Absolutely," I agreed, but still in a daze. "Just so you know - if I get fired for taking titty shots for you, I'm going to be totally pissed."

"You aren't going to get fired," she turned her head and whispered in my ear as she opened the door. She planted a kiss on my cheek and said, "But even if you did - you'd still love me."

And then she was gone, heading back to her work station. I shook my head as I watched her turn the corner and even then a part of me knew that she was right.

****

We had already decided during lunch which restaurant we were going to later that night for dinner and then which club we would hit after that. I finished my project and had just sat down in the conference room with a group of the national sales people when my phone vibrated. Aubrey and I had become like a couple of ninjas when it came to checking our phones and texting during meetings. No one had a clue what we were doing either. We were that good at it.

I surreptitiously looked at my phone in my lap. It was a text from Aubrey. She had attached a couple of the pics from the supply room and wanted me to help her decide which one to send this guy she had been flirting with. I took a long look at both of the pictures and had to admit that they were both smoking hot and seductive. She was just so ridiculously gorgeous. I quickly texted her back and told her which one she should send and I felt...funny. It was kind of weird and I don't think I really wanted to admit it to myself, but I was actually kind of jealous that she was sending seductive pictures of herself to some dude.

I was probably just being over-protective. I put my phone away and refocused my attention on the meeting. My power-point presentation wasn't until the end of the meeting. I felt my phone buzz again. It was Aubrey. Just a quick text asking me if everything was okay...I typed out a quick reply without even looking at my keyboard letting her know I was with a simple 'I'm fine'. She continued to text me asking me if I was upset about something or mad at her to which I kept replying 'no, I'm good'. I finally just had to ignore her and focus on my meeting.

After the meeting she was sitting at her work station looking more than a little unhappy.

As soon as I dumped my laptop, my notepads and file folders on the counter Aubrey turned in her chair before I even had the chance to sit down and asked me what was up. I told her nothing was up as I reconnected my laptop to my docking station. I heard her sigh a little too loudly after I logged in and started checking my email. She scooted her chair over next to mine and damn it, she was wearing Rapture, that Victoria's Secret perfume that smelled so good on her. I quietly took a deep breath of the intoxicating scent of vanilla, amber and just a hint of jasmine and closed my eyes for a second. I finally shook my head. What the hell was wrong with me?

"Why were you ignoring my texts?"

"I wasn't ignoring your texts," I replied as I typed out my response to an email. "I sent you like a thousand texts."

"I know, but..." Aubrey started to argue, but then stopped. I felt rather than saw that she was about to say something else, but then she changed the subject. "So, how did the presentation go?"

"It went well," I smiled and turned my head to look at her. She was giving me a funny look.

"Cool," she smiled back. "So everyone liked it?"

"Yeah," I confirmed as I answered another email. "They're going to go ahead and use my second idea so I've got to start putting together mock-ups."

"Cool," I could see Aubrey nod her head out of the corner of my eye. I continued typing for another minute and then she asked, "What time are you picking me up tonight?"

"Hmmm...the reservation is for eight," I thought out loud, "so I guess...seven fifteen-ish?"

"Sounds good," Aubrey agreed quietly and turned back to her computer.

****

I picked Aubrey up right on schedule.

Well, I didn't really pick her up so much as I parked my car in the lot of her apartment building and I called a cab. That way we could both have fun and not worry about trying to do something stupid like drive under the influence or worry about one of us being the designated driver. I was waiting in the front part of her building when Aubrey glided into view. Wow. She looked absolutely stunning in a simple LBD that really showed off her curves. We hugged and I told her how great she looked and she told me the same.

I thought maybe I was exaggerating in my head about how great Aubrey looked, but she started turning heads as soon as we got out of the taxi. I might as well have been going to dinner with a pin-up girl. I had gone with a more casual teal cocktail mini-dress. Even though Aubrey was the first thing everyone saw, I still managed to get a few appreciative glances which was a nice little ego boost for me. I had to admit we made quite a good-looking couple of twentysomethings out and about for a night on the town. Dinner at our favorite sushi restaurant was spectacular as usual and it seemed like we were both back to our usual friendly selves. I was relieved. Without talking about it we seemed to have gotten past all of our weirdness from earlier in the day.

I had actually given some thought to that weirdness earlier as I was getting ready. I was in the middle of applying my mascara when I came to the conclusion that we were simply in the 'growing pains' stage of our quickly developing best friendship...just silly miscommunications. That's how relationships worked...you continuously learned about each other. There was this weird, vague concern in the back of my mind that we had somehow sort of been acting like a couple earlier. That thought flitted around the edges of my thoughts a few times, but I quickly dismissed it as nonsense. I mean that was silly...we weren't a couple, we were best friends. Right?

After dinner we took another cab to one of Aubrey's favorite bars. The club was crowded and as usual, Aubrey drew a lot of attention. We danced and drank and then two different groups of guys started buying us drinks and shots. It got to the point that I started giving mine away, so it wasn't too big of a surprise that Aubrey ended up getting hammered. I was a little more buzzed than I had intended to get, but still pretty much in control. Wild-child not so much...by the time she wanted to get up and dance on the bar I knew it was time to call it a night.

It was rather chilly as we left the bar from what it was earlier in the evening...but that was the South. This time of year as Thanksgiving and Christmas rolled around we often got forty and even fifty degree temperature swings once the sun went down. We were both shivering as we climbed into the back of the taxi and I gave the driver Aubrey's address. We huddled together for warmth and Aubrey leaned her head on my shoulder and asked me to stay the night at her place. I knew I didn't need to be driving anytime soon, so I agreed. I even had an overnight bag in the trunk of my car. I had kind of figured out that my best friend had an issue with being by herself sometimes and that desire to not be alone tended to get worse when she drank. I didn't mind one bit, though. I loved sleeping over at Aub's and going out for breakfast on Saturday mornings. It had kind of become our thing.

The cab dropped us off and I paid the driver. After a quick detour to grab my overnight bag out of my car, we helped each other up the front steps to the lower-level hallway of her building, shivering, giggling and laughing the whole way. We finally managed to stagger to her apartment, unlock the door and get inside without either of us ending up on our asses. Thank goodness her apartment was nice and warm. We shook off the cold and as per her normal I'm-drunk-routine, Aubrey announced she was taking a shower.

I ignored the trail of clothing she left on her way to the master bathroom and used the guest bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth. I considered taking my turn in the shower, but gave up on that idea. I was just too tired. I changed into my pj's which consisted of nothing more than a t-shirt and a clean pair of panties. I went into the kitchen and helped myself to a bottle of water out of the fridge. When I got back to the bedroom, Aubrey had the bathroom door open and was standing at the sink brushing her teeth wrapped in a towel.

I took a long drink of water and set the water bottle on the night stand and then climbed into what was basically "my side" of Aubrey's bed. She rinsed and spit and then kind of stumbled over to her side. I was used to Aubrey sleeping in the buff, so it wasn't anything new when she simply dropped her towel and crawled in under the covers beside me. Now just so we're clear - that didn't mean I didn't appreciate the view. I mean, I think everyone should take the time to appreciate undeniable beauty when the opportunity presented itself.

We squirmed around a bit until I finally ended up flat on my back with my arm under Aubrey's head as she was half turned towards me, half sprawled out across most of the queen-sized mattress. She fidgeted around a bit more and exclaimed "hot" as she pushed the comforter off so that she was only covered with the top sheet. Eventually she settled down and my breathing evened out as I started to relax. My eyes were getting really heavy. I think I was just about to doze off when Aubrey decided in her state of drunkenness that she felt like whisper-chatting.

"Meg," Aubrey staged whispered. "Meggity-Meg."

"What?"

"I gots drunk ta'night," she confided in me and giggled.

"Really?" I mumbled. "Are you sure?"

"Ab-suh-laatool...Ab-sta-loot-tuh..." she declared with each syllable over-pronunciated as she tried so hard to say the word. I felt her shake her head. "Mmyep...I'm sure."

"Then you should go to sleep," I advised quietly with my eyes still closed. "It'll make you feel better."

"Meg," she whispered instead and I could feel her gently poke me in the ribs. "I'm gots drunk, but didn't not get lucky...no luckity duckity."

"I know, hon," I sighed. "Just try to go to sleep now."

"But...it's been suh-long," she whispered-whined.

"Uh-huh," I mumbled with my eyes still closed.

"I...I really need to...y'know," she whispered again after a long pause and didn't sound quite as drunk.

"Uh-huh," I automatically repeated, but didn't move.

"Okay...I'm going to go ahead then..." Aubrey announced quietly and shifted her position slightly, but then seemed to pause again. "Is'at, um... going to bother you?"

I still had a pretty decent buzz going and I was way too tired to move, but Aubrey's words had perked me right up from actually going to sleep. What did she mean 'go ahead then'? Is she talking about masturbating? Is she really going to rub one out right here in bed with me? Seriously? I kept my eyes closed and thought about what she had said...would she really? Maybe she'd go to sleep and this was all just drunk-talk.

Apparently my silent contemplation must have given Aubrey the impression that I'd dozed off...because before I could say anything, I felt her arm closest to me start to move. I peeked my eyes open and wow...okay...there was my best friend lying right next to me with the sheet pushed down to her waist. Nothing too weird about that, except for the fact she slept in the buff...oh, and that she was slowly rubbing and massaging her large breasts. I suddenly felt like I couldn't breathe and realized I was holding my breath. I slowly exhaled as I watched her fingertips slowly trace along the outer contours of her breasts and then she slid her palms up and over to take both of those beautiful, tan globes in her hands. She pushed them together and then gave them a nice squeeze. Damn, she hadn't been kidding - she was going to go ahead and get herself off.

I was kind of fascinated. I'd never watched another girl masturbate before. I just laid there in my faux sleep posture and continued to watch as Aubrey rubbed her unbelievably gorgeous breasts. The thought kind of popped into my head that I really couldn't blame her - I distinctly remembered what those breasts felt like and if I had a pair like that, I'd probably be tempted to play with them too. After a few minutes she switched it up and began toying with her nipples, lightly pinching them and tugging on them. Okay...I guess I had to admit that I was actually more than fascinated, I was utterly freaking captivated. This was probably one of the hottest, most erotic things I'd ever seen. I could feel the flesh of my areolas pucker as my own nipples hardened.

The next thing Aubrey did took me by surprise.

Apparently we had different approaches to our methods of self-love. I had been under the assumption that when I masturbated, I did it, I don't know, kind of normally...but I guess I had never considered - is there really a 'normal'? Up until tonight, I naively thought there was i.e. whenever I did "it" I would lay on my back, play with my tits for a little while and then rub my pussy until I was super turned on. Once I reached the point of being turned on just enough, I would focus on my clit with one hand while I put a finger or two inside myself with the other hand. For me personally, it was a tried and true formula for success. I really don't know why I figured that everyone else - or at least every other woman - must do it pretty much the same way, right?

Yeah...I was wrong.

Aubrey showed me that there could much more to masturbation then simply lying on your back and diddling away. After playing with her breasts, my best friend rolled over onto her stomach. At first she just kind of laid there, gently grinding her hips down into the mattress. She had her head turned away from me so I was given an unobstructed view. I saw one of Aubrey's hands disappear down underneath her and quickly realized that she had to be rubbing her pussy by the way her grinding became more of a humping motion...and it's not like she was just lying on her stomach touching herself. I mean, it was like her whole body was into it. Her legs would change position as her hips moved up and down while her other hand was grabbing the edge of the mattress. It seemed like she was also rubbing her chest against the bed too with the way her upper body undulated.

Damn...I didn't think there was a living soul that wouldn't have agreed that she looked beyond sexy...I couldn't help but start getting turned on myself and I knew my panties were soaked. I was seriously considering sliding a hand down to start playing when Aubrey changed things up again. She brought her knees up so that now she was kind of on all fours, but still had her head down on the bed. I was speechless. With the little night-lite she had over by her bathroom door, I could see her quite clearly. She looked like the word 'erotic' personified. Her knees were spread and her amazing ass was sticking up in the air. I could also see that one of her hands was nestled between her legs. She brought her other hand over and stuck it underneath her upper body so she could grab a handful of one of her boobs. She was gasping and had started to quietly moan as her hips moved and it seemed like she had moved into this kind of zone where she was completely oblivious to me...either that or she didn't care that I was watching her.