Chapter 27: My Bestie

Susy, a great friend of mine, had invited my husband and me to a party to celebrate the inauguration of her new house by the beach.

She has always been vivacious and has always loved throwing parties and everything that means fun and pleasure. This time, as always, it was sure to be a fun party with young and cheerful people. She is a lesbian, but that doesn't stop us from being two good friends.

I have always liked to compete with Susy. Her beauty is out of the ordinary, and I know how much Carlos (my husband) likes her. I know he watches her with fascinated eyes and undresses her with his gaze. She and I are very different; I am blonde with short hair just over my shoulders, and she has brown hair that is a bit longer than mine. I have green eyes, and she has very beautiful, large hazel eyes. Her lips are fuller than mine. In terms of breasts, we both have quite a lot, and I have always admired her large, firm breasts. I have always prided myself on my long legs, but she, being taller than me, has them even longer, and although it pains me, I have to admit they are prettier. She is single, and I am married, but that doesn't stop us from competing to see who provokes people more when we go out together at night. She almost always wins, as, besides being beautiful and sexy, she is much more daring and bold than I am.

I wanted to impress that night. Susy was undoubtedly going to look gorgeous and sexy, but I, as always, wanted to beat her (something difficult). I spent all afternoon trying on various outfits: long dresses, short dresses, daring skirts, tight pants, generous necklines, but in the end, I opted for a new dress that Carlos loved and, I suppose, the rest of the guests would too. It was a short, black chiffon dress, strapless, held up with reinforcement on the chest with a large, rounded V-neckline, and a lot of flair. I wore stockings with a light garter and a very minimal, black lace bra and panties set. I wasn't sure if the underwear would show, but just in case, I was prepared.

We arrived at the party around ten at night, and we brought the desserts and a couple of bottles of wine. Susy came out to greet us, and just as I imagined, she was more than seductive. She was wearing a short dress like mine, with straps, made of a reddish, shiny fabric, with a V-neckline and a slit on one side that reached above her hips, showing her tanned skin. One of two things: either she wasn't wearing panties, or she was wearing a very high-cut thong so it wouldn't show. My husband just said, "Oof," as he gave her two kisses, which was enough for me, indicating that I had lost the first match against that beauty. I gave up. Carlos always commented to me, "It's a shame Susy doesn't like guys because she's a real bombshell..."

Despite all this, don't think that she and I are rivals in our friendship; quite the opposite. We are great friends who tell each other everything without any secrets. I know how much she likes girls, and sometimes I have played matchmaker to get her a new friend. I prefer guys, and she has also helped me flirt with some, so we are friends and companions, even if we play different sports.

The thing is, Susy was stunning, I must admit, very sexy, friendly, beautiful, and very pleasant in every way.

After a while, all the guests arrived, one by one, but none of the women surpassed Susy. I have always liked to resemble her, to behave like her... I have always liked having her as a friend, and apart from that healthy envy, I have occasionally felt something more than friendship for her, bordering on sexual attraction—I don't know if it was due to physical attraction or because I idolized her as a model of feminine beauty.

Susy performed all the honors of a hostess at dinner, always with her confidence, her beauty, and her presence at every moment, being the envy of some and the desire of others.

After dinner, we gathered in the living room to celebrate the occasion with champagne (cava). From then on, drinks came and went until we were all in a rather high state of spirits. We continued dancing, changing partners, and having a great time. Alcohol helps inhibit, and on one occasion when I went up to the rooms on the upper floor, I found several couples doing more than just dancing on the beds.

The party continued downstairs, and when I returned, I found Carlos dancing with Susy. He was completely glued to her and stared at her mesmerized while enjoying the dance and her lovely body. I didn't reproach him, and besides, she was my friend. I didn't even mind that he tried again and again to fondle her butt, but she very skillfully managed to slip away from her persecutor. Her dress favored her even more, and that slit on one of her thighs, which showed more than necessary, made her even more attractive and desired.

On one occasion, she asked me to accompany her to the bathroom. There we would share our secrets and our things, as we had always liked to do for a long time.

"Hey, how is your husband, huh?" she said to me.

"Oh yeah? Why?"

"Because he looks super horny. He stuck to me like a limpet, and I noticed he was hard as a rock. I mean, he was like a motorbike. I'm sure he'll make a baby with you tonight."

"My dear, no one can resist you. You turn everyone on."

"Come on, don't be modest; you turn everyone on too."

"ME?"

"Yes, earlier when you were dancing, they couldn't take their eyes off you, during that half-erotic, provocative dance you did."

"Oh yeah? Well, I must have done it unconsciously," I replied.

"Come on, I know how much you like to heat people up, pretty one, just like me."

"Yes, but you beat me, as always, especially with that little dress and that slit. By the way, aren't you wearing panties?"

"Yes, I'm wearing a thong. Do you want to see it?"

Without waiting for a response, she lifted her dress and showed me a tiny panty that covered the impossible, as it was so minimal that it was barely a thong—it was a narrow strip in front and a thread in the back. I liked looking at her and admiring her, and she liked the attention.

"Watch out, I might turn you on too," she said to me.

"Well, if I were a guy, I'm sure we would have hooked up by now..."

"You don't have to be a guy to do it."

Susy had never proposed anything with her to me, but I could see she was quite horny, so I understood she was hinting at something. On the other hand, I didn't mind at all; in fact, at that moment, I felt a great attraction to her, and it seemed to have happened suddenly.

"Do you want us to make the guests hornier?" she asked me.

"Even more?"

"Yes, I love being a little perverse. Shall we put on a little show that leaves their cocks like posts? Do you want to?"

"I don't know... yes, but... how?"

"Just play along with me, okay?"

I didn't quite understand what it was all about, but at that point in the night and with the alcohol I had in me, I didn't care about much, and embarrassment gave way to curiosity, so I let myself be carried away...