Our Dirty Little Secret
By Destiny Wild
Copyright 2011 Destiny Wild
Smashwords Edition
The events and dialogue presented in this book derive from the author’s own imagination. This work of fiction does not portray characters or incidents from real life situations. Any resemblance to actual occurrences is purely coincidental.
Chelsea and Brenda had been having sleepovers since they were young. Over the years, their pajama party interests had graduated from teddy bears and dolls to fashion and sex. Chelsea would listen to Brenda gush on and on about whatever hot celebrity or new boy at school had struck her interest. Brenda never seemed to notice that Chelsea did not have much to say about boys, but she was not shy when talking about different sexual acts.
Between the two of them, they had discussed and explored many different ideas about what might be pleasurable. The two had just graduated from high school and they were spending as much time together as possible before college. While other girls were swooning over their boyfriends, Chelsea and Brenda had never really had steady boyfriends to speak of, despite their many admirers. They found each other’s company to be the most fun and stimulating. That said, it was not unusual that late one Saturday night, while lovers were sneaking into each other’s pants in the back of their parents’ cars, Chelsea and Brenda were modeling their newest lingerie for each other.
This tradition had started as a silly fashion show when they were still wearing footy pajamas, and had become a game of who could shock the other more with their newest outlandish outfit. They had taken turns changing in Chelsea’s bathroom, and covered themselves up with thick blue terry cloth robes. Chelsea smirked as she reached over and turned on her stereo, blasting their newest favorite song. It had a good beat, to dance to. Since their nighties had become more scandalous, they had joked around about being strippers, and spent a bit of time choreographing their moves, sometimes alone, sometimes together.