Anna watched Emma struggling with her scarf in the train seat beside her. She had managed to wrap it front of her head quite nicely but the knot at the back of her neck was too much for her. Anna turned in her seat to face Emma. "Here," she said gently, "let me help."

Putting her hands behind the smaller girl's head she pulled her forward, so that Emma's neck was arched and her head was lowered, almost subserviently, only inches above Anna's large chest, inches from the blouse unbuttoned one button too far, inches from the barely visible edges of her breasts.

The knot was a mess. Anna worked at it, digging her long fingers into it, pulling at whatever was loose, watching the slight bobbing motion of Emma's head, feeling Emma's blond upright pigtails bump against her hands as she worked. The knot finally came free, and Anna, relaxing her concentration for a moment, became acutely aware of Emma's soft hot breath against her chest, of how close Emma's mouth was to her nipples.

Concentrating again on the scarf Anna murmured motherly and reassuring comments: "a nice big bow with long ends hanging down, something attractive, carefree, a little wild, we do want to drive the boys wild now, don't we?"

Emma's breath quickened slightly, and her neck arched in response. Anna tried to keep going, could feel her own breath quicken, her own breasts heave slightly in front of her best friend's face. Emma's hips had risen, just barely, off the seat, and Anna could picture her like this at the party, hips up, neck arched, biting her lips, mostly naked, her breasts swaying beneath her, her plump little ass high in the air, still wearing the scarf and those cute cat's eye glasses. It was an exciting image, a comforting image, a familiar image. Anna had long ago lost count of the number of parties where they had fucked on adjacent beds, or at opposite ends of the same bed, each with a large, well-endowed, just-met man inside her.

The scarf was done. Anna admired her handiwork, wishing she had a mirror for Emma. "There, don't you look beautiful," she cooed, making a few minor adjustments to Emma's scarf and pigtails, brushing her hand lightly against the nape of Emma's neck.

Emma lifted her head slightly, looking up at Anna. "Do I really look good?"

Anna sighed, took Emma's head in her hands, her palms on either side of her face, and looked down at her. "Baby doll, why do you think we get men so easily? We're gorgeous, and don't forget it."

Emma still looked slightly dubious.

"Come on now, sexy girl, smile and nod and say 'yes Anna'."

"Yes Anna," Emma responded, smiling, nodding, trying not to laugh.

Anna smiled back, still holding Emma's face, leaning slightly forward, staring deep into her eyes, almost close enough, but very, very consciously not kissing her on the lips.

The train pulled into the station, and Anna finally, reluctantly, released her hold on Emma's face. "Come on little one," she said brightly, popping out of her seat as though nothing had happened, "let's go get laid."