Special friends
October 9th, 2007When you just divorced your husband you know you are going to have hard times for yourself, but it’s not that bad if your girlfriend is near, they say lesbian love is the sweetest of all things, read and make sure!
Ingrid’s card for Xmas was short but informative. First of all, I found out that she got divorced, and secondly, I found out she was a lesbian. The first thing was news for me, the second was a confession.
The first stage of the confession was her divorce, actually. Her life with her husband Erik was a show of a happy well-being family. They both were working and earned enough. They both had a car and an offspring. When they got divorced all their prosperity and assumed happiness burst like a bubble. I know what it means; I had the same story myself.
I must say that by the time I read the card I didn’t know much about lesbians. In my opinion there were only two types of such women: there were those who took part in TV shows blaming men for ruining their lives, and there were porn stars who acted like lesbians because the director wanted them to do it.
Ingrid was neither of those types. When we were schoolgirls and I used to go to her country house, we usually slept in one and the same bed. And even after school we often spent time hanging out in different clubs and cafes. And again, we used to spend hell much time before she got married to Erik. Was she a lesbian that time too?! I refuse to believe it.
However, if she had changed her sexual preference just recently, it didn’t make me happy either, cuz it meant there was a huge wall between us now. What did she want from me? She wanted me to be ready to accept the fact that she could start flirting with me or what? What if she wanted to make me a lesbian too? Safe God.
It took me several days to persuade myself that her card was just her cry for help and understanding. She thought I would understand her. And I must confess I was damn curious not about HOW they did everything and stuff, but about her feelings and changes in her life due to her new sexual status. I hadn’t a slightest idea about her new world view and about her new attitude towards me. And my prior school time experience of falling in love with my best girl friends was of no help here.
In short, I overcame all my apprehensions about her and called her. We agreed I would come to her during the next weekend. Her voice was as daring and decisive as before. Of course, we never mentioned her card during our talk, we just knew we had a lot of things to discuss.
Anyway, what else could we say!
When I was going to bed the night before my visit to Ingrid I decided to read one of my favorite books. It was pulp fiction about women’s fantasies and revelations. Pages of the book were all dog-eared safe for those dedicated to lesbians. I had always missed that huge chapter. But this time I wanted to read it, as I used it to understand the woman I was going to meet, and not cuz I wanted to get aroused.
But I missed some pages of the chapter anyway. They were devoted to revelations of women saying they hated men because their fathers used to rape them in childhood. Ingrid’s father was a real angel, and I guess any of our schoolmates was ready to exchange his or her own father for hers. Besides, she had never told me anything of the kind, though we used to share spicy details of our dates, and later, details of our bedroom whims when we were already married.
…. Selma’s story. She liked to sit in the armchair in front of her female lover. She raised her skirt up and was turning her lover on by fingering herself and fucking herself with a candle till her lover pounced on her.
… Story of Helen and May. They were twins. Once they came to a party where people were taking part in a gangbang. There they found out that it was more fun to make love to your twin than fingering herself all alone.
…. Valerie’s story. She was a 40-year-old business woman who hired a 20-year-old house keeper. Soon her assistant became very helpful not only in house keeping issues. Valerie’s favorite entertainment was to ask her pussy slave to cook some very delicious meal and serve the table. When everything was ready she sat down to dinner while her house keeper was sitting under the table licking her snatch.
I closed the book, trying to imagine my reaction if I decided to touch somebody else’s vagina. I liked when my lovers kissed my body, getting lower to my crotch and remained there till I came. Moreover, the smell of my own hot cave was more arousing for me that anything else. I even used to taste my own love juices when I was sucking a man’s dick after it had just been ramming my pussy.
I was absorbed in my fantasies. My fingers slipped down to my crotch, caressing my vulva lips that were getting wetter. I was very curious and I took my fingers out of my twat and licked them clean. I felt nothing special tasting my own juices, but my hand and my fingers made me real hot. I got deeper under the blanket and got lost in my fantasies.
I imagined myself not sleeping in my own bed but in Ingrid and Erik’s one. There were four palls at the bed. They were holding the canopy over it. I was sleeping naked. Cool softness of silk bed sheets made me feel very good. I didn’t notice somebody get on the bed. He was rubbing against my body. The stranger had soft warm skin just like mine. His gentle hands began caressing my hips, stomach, boobs. His touch was making me hot. I was breathing heavily, catching the warm breath on my neck. I was pressing tighter against his body.
I turned on my back. My hips were spread wide. The stranger’s fingers began looking for my cave, which was already wet and hot. I was inhaling the smell of my own vagina, spreading my hips even wider in order to help the stranger find my pussy. The seducer found my love button. His feather light fingers began circling round it. I was breathing even heavier, my hips began twitching. The blanket was pulled to aside. My legs were moved apart, my unexpected guest was getting closer to my twat. I felt long soft hair caress my face, I felt soft firm breasts press against my tits. I opened my eyes and saw Ingrid. I moaned “no”. She smiled at me, pressing my wrists to the bed.
Something hard penetrated me. I raise my head and saw smooth bent dildo getting in my cunt. I closed my eyes and began bucking under her body. Soon my movements made her breathe heavily too. Our bellies got sweat. My nipples got hard turning into two sharp peaks, rubbing against her body. We were getting hotter. Ingrid lay on my body, French kissing me. Our tongues found each other. We were holding each other very close. At the very moment when my body was ready to get seized by orgasm she let my lips go, and I felt her snatch. It was up to my tongue to make her reach the bliss.
… Actually it were my fingers, and my silver dildo between my legs. But imagination could make you feel and see incredible things in the darkness. I always slept well after orgasm, that night was no exception. Before that I had never thought sex with another woman could be as pleasant as sex with a man. Maybe I could try it too…
When it was morning I realized what my own imagination had done to me. It helped her deceive me, helped to take up the initiative and take me but not as a woman, rather as a man. When the window was flung open, and the sunlight was getting through it in my room, my sensations seemed so unreal.
Ingrid hugged me as usual. I had totally forgotten about this habit of hers and I wasn’t really ready for such welcoming. I got tense, she felt it too and burst into laughter:
-OK, now we can greet each other as if we are straight, - she shook my hand, - I told you about the whole thing cuz I considered you the only one of all my acquaintances and friends who wouldn’t die of the shock. Don’t worry I’m not looking for a partner. Besides I don’t want to scare my friends away. Don’t worry Suzy, I won’t molest you. But if you want something say about it directly, I don’t get hints, OK?
I tried to be gentle saying we could hardly be more than friends.
-Do you have gay friends? – She asked expressing surprise on her face. – I’m just kidding. I can still crack jokes with you just like before, right?
All my fears seemed so stupid to me. Ingrid was the same Ingrid as before. It was just that I knew some more about her now. I gave her a warm hug.
-That’s much better. – She said.
When the evening came, we were sitting on her bed, talking just like in old times. She was sitting with her legs tucked up beneath her, and I was lying on my stomach, swaying legs in the air.
-OK, you can ask, - Ingrid said, - I saw you wanted to ask me something during the dinner.
I threw a cushion at her.
-I didn’t know it showed.
We began talking. It was a very sincere talk, during which we managed to drink two bottles of white wine and eat a box of chocolate sweets. Her explanations were rather tangled. There were many different reasons involved. On the one hand, there was affection for girls since the very childhood, on the other, there were obscure sensations and fantasies that the game turned to desires. All she was left to do was to share those fantasies with her husband.
-As soon as he heard my words he wanted to see it with his own eyes. Once a friend of mine called on us. We were totally drunk and found ourselves in one bed. My hubby told us what we were to do.
-Was it your first time?
She nodded.
-I hated it. But as the time passed by I realized I liked it. We were drunk, playing at the gallery. Then we decided to do it again, but this time we had no vodka and no Erik. It was much better then.
-What do you mean better?
-You know it’s not true that sex gets different when you don’t have a penis. You hug, touch, feel, just as usual. And the aim is still the same – you wanna make feel good. But this time you get more pleasure yourself. Sex lasts longer and doesn’t finish up so hasty.
She bent down to me and whispered, smiling:
-You know I had three eighth during the first hour.
It was our secret code since youth. First we used it to mark the level of arousal that this or that boyfriend made us feel, and later we used it to estimate the quality of orgasm.
I threw another pillow at her, crying:
-You’re a boaster!
She caught the pillow and threw it back at me.
-Then I relaxed and began to enjoy… - she added.
I pounced on her with affected groaning, we began wrestling on the bed, beating each other with different things, and it was again just like in old times. When we were young we used to wrestle on bed, it was much fun those times. Now we fell on the floor pulling all bedding off. Ingrid had always been a better wrestler that I, but this time I took advantage of our falling off the bed and pressed her tight to the floor, sitting on her. Finally, I grasped her wrists and pressed them to the floor to. She stropped resisting.
We stopped laughing. We were looking at each other. Her look made me remember my last night fantasy, but now I was mounting her. My dressing gown was raised up high to the waist, my bare legs felt warmth of her body. I was breathing heavily, but it wasn’t due to our wrestling. We kept on sitting like this. It seemed we were sitting like that for hours. Then I bent down and kissed her on the lips.
-Are you sure you want it? – Ingrid asked me then.
-Yes, - was my reply. We began French kissing.
I let her hands go, and she hugged me. She began caressing my hips and round buttocks. Her touch was so gentle and soft. I was sitting straight, and she pulled off my gown. I crossed my hands and touched my own breasts. I was surprised at their sensitivity. Tips of her fingers were roaming over my skin, they hardly ever touched me. Ingrid started undoing her night dress buttons. I tried to help her. I saw her hard nipples, they were round and wrinkled. I lubricated my fingers with the juices running down my hips and began caressing her nipples with them. She grasped my hand and took it to her mouth, licking off my aromatic lubrication.
I was still mounting her, when I put my hand behind my back and began pulling up her night dress rim. I wanted to feel her crotch. She spread her knees wide for me to face no obstacles on my way to her scenting pussy. I was amazed to find out how different her cave was from mine. Ingrid closed her eyes and began swaying her hips, trying to catch the rhythm of my fingers inside her.
-Oh, I’m so selfish, - She whispered in a while.
Her hands lay on my hips, sliding up to my bosom. Our bodies were like parts of one and the same electric circuit of erotic sensations. The circuit started at the tips of my fingers on her clit and then went all the way through her thumb on my love button. We were turning on. Ingrid was ahead of me, anyway. Maybe it was due to her being more relaxed, or more experienced. She began caressing her own body in stead of caressing mine. She put her hands on her breasts, pinching her nipples between the thumb and the index finger, squeezing. She was playing with her own nipples, getting hotter.
I was watching her enchanted. I couldn’t help but look at her pleasing herself. I was happy to admit I was a part of it. “That’s how I look at such moments,” I thought staring at her face getting more and more lustful as her arousal grew. I entered her twat with my finger, feeling the walls trembling. She couldn’t stand long, and soon she was bucking on the floor, turning her head from side to side. Then she cried out and froze, breathing heavily.
I kissed her passionately. We broke the kiss off to pull off her night dress.
-Now it’s your turn, - Ingrid told me, taking me by the hand and coming to the bed.
I lay on my back, raising my knees up to my chest. She was standing on her knees in front of me. She began with fondling my hips. She was caressing them with her lips, biting and kissing. She was getting down to my vagina. When she was there, she was taking her time, spreading the vulva lips wide. She wanted me to burn with desire, I guess.
-Hold them opened. – She told me, and I obeyed.
I felt her hair on my fingers. Her tongue was toying with my minor lips. She was very skillful. She was following the tempo of my body. Now she was touching the cunt slightly, in a minute she was sucking her mouth into it. Then she took my clit with her lips, sucking it gently. Everything became dim and blurred in front of my face. My whole life was centered in my bosom, it seemed.
-You’re so sweet, - she said with a smile.
I felt I was on the verge. I touched her cheek whispering:
-I want to embrace you right away. I wanna feel you close. Now.
Ingrid got on the bed, pressing her body close against mine. Our knockers were rubbing against each other. Our lips and tongues became one in a vehement kiss. We were rolling across the bed. When I was over her I was rubbing my crotch against her leg, holding her even closer.
-I feel guilty, - she whispered, drawing circles over my breasts, - Are you mad at me?
I was holding her tight:
-You promised me eight, now I have five. But we still have time before the night is through, don’t we?
In stead of answering she arched her back, bucking and catching my nipple in her mouth.
-Well, not now… - I tried to resists, - I need to calm down….
-Do you? – She asked smiling competently. She kept on pleasing me.
Her mouth made my nipples hard again. It was turning me on. I flung on my back getting my hands over my head. I closed my eyes and let the burning flame of her kisses seize me. Ingrid was biting my stomach, getting to my opened hips. Her frisky tongue was fondling my lips and then suddenly got inside the twat just to touch the clit and then get back again. It was such a sweet torture. Quick touched of her tongue made me more and more aroused. Then she raised her hand and got over me, giving me her pussy. I was holding her hips with my hands, licking her aromatic juices with my mouth. She was holding my love button between her lips, caressing its head with her tongue. I was cumming. It was terrific and sweet.
-Yes, you were right, - I told her when we were lying close to each other, almost sleeping.
-It’s unusual, and that’s why it’s great.
-This is the best thing friends can do for each other, - she added.
I had to agree.
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October 9th, 2007 at 10:30 am
What are friends for? they are for having fun and supporting you as well, but if your friend is really hot nice babe: it doubles your pleasure!
April 19th, 2008 at 7:33 am
Hot story…I wonder if I sent my girlfriend this story if she would get turned on…and then we could see how our story would go. I’m trying to get her to take naughty pics with me on my website.
June 11th, 2008 at 9:08 pm
OMG! that was so hot. I came all over the chair…i’ll try it out with my BFF too, maybe read this story together so that we turn on. so fukin HOT!
September 19th, 2008 at 1:54 am
Just a wow - who would not want to be there
May 12th, 2009 at 12:45 pm
it was a bit of a turn on for me about you?
May 26th, 2009 at 2:40 pm
i would like to see my wife in another womens embrace.she has always wanted to find out how it feels.then she wants me too join them so i can eat pussy till they can’t take any more.
July 1st, 2009 at 1:48 am
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July 2nd, 2009 at 6:55 am
I just came everywhere. Hot story.
July 28th, 2009 at 6:43 am
My bestfriends so freakin hot, she has long brown hair a bangin’ body and a nice ass, pussy, and boobs, ive seen her naked, because were best friends and thats what we do, but what she doesnt know is i have so much feeling for her and i want to eat her out and kiss her, we always snuggle and she has kissed me but its nothing like that.