0 comments/ 1934 views/ 1 favorites Letter Between Friends Ch. 03 By: LizD Bea's email reply to my last letter. I don't have even a moment but I have to tell you - I read that one with my jaw completely dropped. You are a sex fucking goddess. I am in awe and I feel my clit throbbing. Can't wait until Rick reads this and we can fuck like rabbits later... :-) I love your mind, I love your kisses...you know I love you, don't you? ------------------------ Damn, Bea knows how to get in my head. I am a slave to her attention and affection. She wants more. I give her more. This next chapter is about two people that were in my life on a daily basis. My partner Jeanette and our contractor Don. We were in the middle of an extensive home renovation project. Don our contractor, worked on his own so renovation was a slow process. I guess it didn't help that I fucked him occasionally which took time away from completing the job. Jeanette and I met Don about 10 years earlier when we first bought our house. He was referred to use by our lawyer Jenny. As she put it "Don is a handsome guy but a real chatter box." She was right. Don, dark haired and mustached, had this toned, rugged, weathered look that only years of working outside with your hands can produce. I would jokingly call him my surrogate husband because he would help us with any home issue. Little projects would often turn into hanging out for hours chatting over a cup of tea. Don preferred tea over coffee which always amused me. Don't we all have this preconceived idea that hard working men drink black coffee? As for my relationship with Jeanette, let's say it was on the rocks for a long time coming. She rarely had any sexual desire which upset me and wore on my self-esteem. Bea was always there to help raise my spirits, provide advice and cheer me on. I told Bea how Don would get a bit flirty. She jumped on that and said "You should act on that! That would be so hot - you fucking the contractor!" With Bea's encouragement, I took that step into a steamy affair. Without further ado, the story begins. ------------------------- A Guy Named Don and a Girl Named Jeanette Hey gorgeous! I think you are going to get a kick out of this one. I still can't believe the risks I took but I couldn't help myself. Jeanette didn't have to get up early since she prepped a lot yesterday for the restaurant. Something I didn't think about when I sent Don the text the night before to come by in the morning. It was about 7AM, we are never in bed that late. She rolled over lazily to face me. I looked into her pale blue eyes, leaned in and kissed her soft pink lips. She responded well, kissing me back sliding her tongue over my mouth, finding my tongue, pulling me in for a deeper kiss. Jeanette is an amazing kisser. Without fail, I get so wet with her soft luscious mouth on mine. As our tongues danced in and out of each other's mouth, I took her hand and guided it down my stomach under my pajama bottoms to my now throbbing clit. She let out a soft moan as she slid her finger over my slick pussy. Well, wasn't I surprised that she was getting so turned on! After many years together, I thought the flame of desire burned out long ago. We broke from our embrace long enough to take off our pajama top and bottoms while still in bed, tossing them out of the covers and onto the floor. Jeanette loves rubbing her tits against mine, nipple to nipple. She totally gets off on it. But then I realized I still have this half-moon hickey on my left breast from Don. It was fading but still clear it was a love bite. I moved the comforter up to our shoulders so when she leaned in to suck my nipple she wouldn't see it with her head under the covers. I know, I'm a bad girl. Oh shit! While enjoying this rare morning of passion, I forgot I asked Don to come over. Jeanette was teasing my tits with the tip of her tongue, lightly licking then a soft tug with her teeth, sending a jolt down between my legs. She let out a little giggle knowing how aroused and wet I was getting. I pulled her up for our mouths to meet in a hungry kiss. I looked in her eyes and saw her want, her need. After years together we have an unspoken language in bed. Her eyes were telling me she wants me to eat her out. My pleasure. I moved down the bed and started to lick up the inside of her thigh. I love when she spreads her legs without my assistance. It's my turn to tease her, my tongue glided up the inside on one thigh, then the other thigh. I stopping at the top of her blonde mound letting her feel my hot breath above her pussy but not touching. She spread her legs further, showing me more of her pink, swollen, wet pussy. Her scent was calling my tongue. I started to move my fingers over her pussy, spreading her lips. I tickled her rosy bud with the tip of my tongue as my finger moved slowly inside her, feeling her creamy wet pussy contract as I slide in and out. Then I hear it...the car door!! Shit! I forgot about Don and then I thought why he is still getting out of his car? I'm sure he must see Jeanette's car. The thought of him so close turned me on even more. When we are both home, Don doesn't just walk into the house, he usually starts to do stuff on the outside until we realize he is there, then we ask him in, make tea and he makes himself at home, hence, nothing gets done. Don brought shingles to the house the other day. He left them on the porch. I think I was the only one who heard the car door, it wasn't loud and it was possible it was a neighbors I told myself. I continue attending to Jeanette's pussy. Don was at the back door! The door is all glass with a perfect 90 degree angle view into the bedroom, only the bottom half of the bed is visible, since the dresser by the bedroom entrance blocks the top of the bed. He didn't see us yet as he glanced in then walked away. Jeanette had no idea Don had just been standing 10 feet away. I was so fucking turned on seeing him. I move into a 69 position with me on top. I started to grind my throbbing clit against Jeanette's mouth, her sweet tongue fucking me as she slides a finger into my ass. She knows I love that. I want Don to come back, I want him to watch. My wish was granted. I saw him when I lifted my head up off her soaked pussy. My wet face looked under my arm straight at the glass door, we locked eyes and I don't know how to describe it, just mind blowing. He watched me while a huge orgasm built. His hand went instinctively to his cock, rubbing over his jeans. I let go, cum flowed into Jeanette's mouth. She moaned with ecstasy, practically purring as she lapped up my juices, dipping her tongue in deeper which she knows makes me cum and shudder more. Don stood there on the other side of the glass door in disbelief. I could see the huge bulge in his pants. He could only see me from my naked chest up and Jeanette's legs spread wide. I dipped my fingers into Jeanette, fucking her to climax as she let out a scream. I glanced up making sure Don was still there. Jeanette came hard with three of my fingers in her and tongue flicking her clit. I slid my mouth through her cum as she bucked against my face. I took my fingers out so Don could see the translucent web of Jeanette's cum on my fingers. He watched with hunger as I licked each finger slowly. Wait! It doesn't end there! After a few minutes, catching our breath, Jeanette gets out of bed and said "I need to get in the shower, I'm running late." She leans over the bed and kisses me with a smile. Shit! I'm thinking where is Don? She still doesn't realize Don is somewhere around. The bathroom is three feet from the back door. I hear the shower turn on and I get up to look for him. He is back on the front porch. Through the window I put my the finger I just licked to my mouth to say "Shh" and point for him to go around to the back of the house again. I meet him at the back door and let him inside and into the bedroom. I have about 5 minutes until Jeanette's shower ends. Sitting on the edge of the bed, without a word, I pull his pants and boxers down. I take his ready cock in my mouth. Knowing Jeanette is a few feet away in the shower is making me so fucking horny. I slide back on the bed and pulled him on top of me. Don drives into me hard, no time for foreplay. He thrust his full 8 inches as deep and hard as he could. We were silent, trying not to make a sound, only his balls slapping against me over and over. I slow him down to stop the ball slap. How much time do I have before the shower turns off?? I know he is going to cum soon, I can hear his shallow quick breaths. I am so fucking turned on I actually want him to cum in my mouth. I take his cock out of me and quickly guide him into my mouth, tasting my juices on his hard shaft. I try to take as much of him in my mouth without gagging, stroking the rest of his cock with my hand. Don grabs the back of my hair with one hand and my shoulder with the other. He couldn't help it, he pushed his red hot, rock hard cock deeper into my mouth. I tried to open my throat to avoid a gag reflex. My mouth felt the veins of his shaft move and pulse with desire. I sucked him in further feeling his cock in the back of my throat, playing with his balls in my hand. Trying not to make a sound, he let out a small whimper as he exploded in my mouth. I could feel his hot creamy cum stream down the back of my throat. My lips loosened their grip, my mouth slightly opened as he pulled his gorgeous cock out of my throat in time to shoot another load on my tongue. I loved the taste of our combined juices, feeling his member twitch as I gently sucked on him. I drank him in, at least what I could. His tremors after he pulled out of my mouth sent residual cum dripping onto my tit. He took his finger and scooped his white cum off my tit and put his finger in my mouth. I guess he didn't want me to miss a drop. I sucked his finger clean just like I did with Jeanette a few minutes earlier. No time to lay back and relax! I had to zip him up and push him out the door, with about 30 seconds to spare! I'm a crazy idiot but that was so FUCKING HOT!! After Jeanette came out of the shower I said "Don is here, sitting in the kitchen." I had put on my bathrobe trying to act casual and headed for the bathroom, hoping she wouldn't smell Don's musky sex on my breath. Jeanette got ready for work and left the house walking by Don while he was installing door knobs. When I was certain she wasn't coming back I brought him back to the bedroom and kissed him deeply. He said "I think I can taste Jeanette." As we stood by the bed he slid his fingers into my swollen, throbbing pussy. I eagerly unzipped his pants and pulled out his already rock hard cock, still sticky with our cum. I wanted more, a lot more. Dear lord Bea, I am wet and throbbing again writing this to you. What I wouldn't give to lick you dry right now! I know you would love Don to watch us, you little exhibitionist you. XO Letter Between Friends Ch. 04: Bea It usually takes Bea a day or two to rely to my letters. Following my last note, she responded within hours. God, I am almost embarrassed to say it but my pussy is pretty much throbbing from reading your note again. It's taking everything I have not to reach into my pants and rub my clit while sticking my finger in to feel how wet I am. Can't wait until the kids are asleep and I can pull Rick's cock out, suck him to where he's almost cumming but then make him wait while I force his head between my legs to get me until I'm just about there...and then I'll lower myself onto him and ride him until I cum. Hard. Of course I'll take care of my man too! But right now I'm just thinking about how good it's going to feel. This build-up is both exciting and frustrating... Your emails are definitely an inspiration that gets my juices flowing. Keep 'em coming (so to speak), if you're so inclined. --------------- If I am so inclined? Only Bea can make saucy talk sound a bit prudish at the same time. I guess this would be a good time to explain how I met Bea. How our friendship evolved over the years. The Letter between Friends stories was a few decades in the making. Of course when I first met Bea, I didn't think one day I would be writing about our friendship. --------------- I was in my early twenties back in the 1989. It was an exciting time in my life. I started work as a traffic coordinator with a small ad agency in the suburbs of New Jersey. I moved into a three bedroom apartment with two of my childhood friends and I had a boyfriend who was crazy about me. Yes, I said he was crazy about me - not we were crazy for each other. Anyone who remembers the 80's early 90's, may recall there wasn't a jeans Friday and the two words business and casual had not yet found each other so the world would have to wait on that wardrobe changing epiphany. Every day was a full throttle assault on the eyes - the loud colors and combination, the geometric shapes and patterns, patent leather, shoulder pads and gravity defying hair. Yes, we walked out the door in the morning feeling confident and put together, heading to work wearing makeup that would make a clown proud. On a scale of 1 to 10, 10 being absolute commitment to that uber style, I would give myself a solid 7. I'm shaving points off for minimum makeup and accessorizing with jewelry that was size appropriate. The agency I worked for was rather strict with dress code - women were expected to wear dresses or skirts and men wore ties. Needless to say it was garish tie day every day. Also unfortunate, too many fellas thought the mustachioed look was cool. No, it only worked for Tom Selleck and 70's porn stars. I think that still holds true today. One beautiful spring day, my techno color world changed forever. I walked into the copy room, a room with very large copier machines (If you weren't sure) and laid my eyes on the loveliest face. Bea turned from her pile of papers and smiled at me with her perfect plump pink lips turning up and her green hazel eyes giving me a shy, coy downward glance and back up to meet my brown eyes. She was gorgeous and I was smitten. Bea didn't have any of the style on steroids appearance our peers were eagerly embracing. Her blond hair with natural curls framed her face softly. Her tan shirt and skirt were so subtle, it almost screamed to be noticed. In my patent leather heels I stood 5'9" to Bea's curvy 5'4" in flats. It was lust and friendship at first sight. ------------- I had been wrestling with my sexuality for years. I met Jeanette less than a year before starting work at the agency, I knew I wanted more. I felt more for her than just friends. I resisted, just wanting it to go away - the feelings, not the friendship. I needed to talk about all the jumbled thoughts flying through my head, but who could I confide in? Than one day, while at work, I decided to talk to Bea. We had many personal conversations during our new friendship. We talked about our boyfriends, family and all the hopes and dreams chatter you do in your youth. The one thing I didn't know how to bring up was my sexual feelings for women. There are an infinite number of ways one could 'come out' to a friend. I chose to pull her into a closet, some kind of storage room, to tell her I was gay. Yes, I went into the literal closet to come out of the metaphorical closet. As I struggled with the words, I think I settled on saying "Jeanette and I are more than friends." In the dim closet light, I saw her eyes twinkle and her smile widen. She hugged me, a warm embrace that I received many times over the coming years. A comfort that would calm my distressed soul. --------------- Since that day in the closet, Bea's attention toward me grew more playful - flirtatious. Lordy, she was like catnip. I just wanted to be around her, hear her husky sexy laugh as she would toss provocative glances my way. I started to image what her body looked like naked - lying in my bed. I thought about her perfect skin, my hands and mouth exploring her voluptuous double D breasts. Needless to say, I didn't get much work done when Bea was around. It was a hot day in August when our friendship took the next step. The agency would hold a company Sports Day once a year in August. Employees and family were welcome to enjoy swimming, golf, food and drinks at a local country club. How very white of the company, but then again, there were no Black, Asian, Indian, or gays (that they knew of) - just straight white folk. Recruiting a diverse talent pool would be years away waiting in the wings with business casual. The day of company forced fun was uneventful - until it started to rain. Thank you rain gods! Bea came up from behind me and tapped my shoulder. I turned to see her rain dripping down her face. She asked in a quiet voice "Do you want to go somewhere?" "How about my apartment?" I replied, feeling a giggling excitement. "I will follow you," she said, trying to maintain an innocent expression. It wasn't working. ------------- Twenty minutes later Bea and I were in my apartment, standing in the living room wet from the rain. After I gave her to ten cent tour - "This is the living room, over here is the kitchen, the bathroom is down the hall and this is my bedroom." We stood in the doorway of my bedroom a little too long. Bea broke the tension by asking "Do you have anything to drink?" "Beer I think," I replied, not knowing how this was going to play out, trying to keep my heart from racing. Bea took an unusual seat and sat on the floor, leaning again the couch as she sipped her beer. I followed her queue and sat on the floor across from her against the loveseat. I don't recall exactly what we talked about. My mind and eyes were fixated on her beauty and what her lips would taste like. Bea took my feeble attempts at conversation as an invitation to take it to the next level. She stood up and said "Let's go to your bedroom, I have to take this wet shirt off." I certainly wasn't going to argue with common sense talk. We sat at the end of my queen size bed with about 6 inched between us. Bea slowly pulled off her shirt while keeping eye contact. Her lacy black bra cupped her perfect tits. With one hand she reached around her back and unsnapped her bra, allowing it to fall naturally down her front. She never lost eye contact - I was under her spell. Bea touched my check and she said in a whisper "I want to kiss you." She leaned in and will pillow soft warm lips kissed me with a reserved passion, holding back, making me want her all the more. I felt tingles go up my spine as my heart skipped a beat. We broke our kiss just long enough for Bea to quickly help pull my damp t-shirt over my head. That what friends are for. Our kisses were getting deeper. Feeling her tongue sent an electric jolt down to my pussy. Bea reached behind me and unsnapped my bra like a pro, helping me out of it and flung it on the floor with her mischievous giggle as if to say look what I just did. I sat back while she lightly caressed my breasts with the tips of her fingers. This was unchartered territory for Bea. Lucky me to be her first girl on girl experience. "I want to make you cum," she whispered in my ear. Those were the sweetest six words I ever heard her speak. She gently pushed me back on the bed. I shimmied up to the pillows so she would have ample room to play. She took one of the pillows and lifted my ass up with it, providing a clear view of my wet pussy in the washed daylight of my bedroom. Laying between my legs, she lightly caressed my inner thighs, parting my legs gently, inching up to my mound. She looked up at me with her coy smile, I think to see my expression as she slid her finger down my clit, teasing me. I heard Bea's breathy voice "God you are so wet," as she dipped her tongue in my pussy, her first time tasting a woman. Like a duck to water, she didn't hesitate, her warm mouth licking up to the top of my slit and back down. I almost came in that moment but I wanted it to last. We moaned in unison, savoring the moment. I laid back as relaxed as I could be, allowing her to explore her new playground. As her tongue sucked and licked me her fingers, first one then two then three worked their way in me, twisting and thrusting. Bea looked up, her wet mouth open, her fingers fucking me slowly, speeding up as she saw the hunger in my eyes. I couldn't spread my legs any further, I wanted her deep in me. She obliged, going as deep as she could with three fingers and using her thumb to rub my clit, her tongue tickling and licking, feeling my muscles tense as an explosive orgasm was growing from my core. Bea held onto my leg, it felt like her mouth and tongue wanted to suck the cum out of me. She did. I let go, squirted my juices into her eager mouth, letting out a scream as I grabbed her hair, moving her face over my throbbing pussy. "Fuck me!" I managed to say between breaths. I do believe this woman's mission was to make me cum all day. When she pulled her fingers out, covered in my slick juices, she looked up at me and slowly licked her finger as she dipped her other hand into me. My back arched as I came uncontrollably. I could hear her giggle as she lapped up my cream. Naughty little kitten! Spent from the ecstasy of her hungry mouth, I lay there, chest heaving. Bea glided up my body, our salty sweat mingled as she lay on her side next to me. Her breast resting next to mine, our nipples an inch apart, her leg rubbing up and down mine. I didn't think it was possible to want someone so much, with such intensity and passion. After a few minutes of rest, she started to kiss my neck, running her tongue down to my nipple, sucking it gently. I was still so aroused, the throbbing between my legs feeling pain with wanting her. This time its Bea's turn to be the passenger, while I took the driver seat. I released myself from Bea's embrace; rolling her over onto her back while I got on top, arms outstretched, so I could see her face as I parted her legs with mine. I lifted her leg up and sat up so I could see her glorious, hairless, swollen, glistening pussy. I then spread my legs wide and moved in so our mounds touched. We both sucked our breath in as we spread our pussy lips, our soaking wet clits connecting. We started to grind hard, wanting more. We pulled away looking at the thick string of our cum, comingled, tethered between our legs. I needed to taste her. I slide down the bed as she spread her legs, inviting me in. The smell of her sex, her juices pooling in anticipation - my own cum, dripping down my thigh. I plunged my tongue in savoring the taste, swirling around her clit and dipping in deep. She grabbed my head and guided me around (back seat driver). I took her hands away and pinned them to her side as my mouth ground into her harder. Her soft, swollen pussy was paradise. I kept her one hand restrained while I used my free hand to fuck her like she fucked me. Fingers deep in, twisting and retracting. I could feel her muscles grab my fingers, she was close to orgasm. "Yes, yes," she said as I sucked and flicked my tongue across her clit, fingers deep inside her. I took my other hand, freeing her restrained hand and spread her pussy lips wide so my mouth wouldn't miss a drop. With both my hands busy she grabbed my hair again, gently this time. She wanted to make it last. I kept my two fingers buried deep inside her moving the tips of my fingers lightly in circles. I was betting no cock has done that to her. I wanted her to feel a new sensation. Her red hot pussy was like a ripe peach with juices running down my chin. Her hands pulled me in harder as she let go - she came in shuddering waves. I felt her velvety cum run into my mouth and over my tongue. I held it in my mouth, savory the taste, the texture, before releasing down my throat. Bea released her grip of my head, letting her legs go limp, wide open, as I continued to lick her clean feeling her little tremors as her body came down from its peak. She moaned with exhaustive pleasure. As the sun went down, we lay in bed, arms and legs entwined. She kissed my forehead sweetly and then kissed my lips. We could feel the passion build again. And so began our unconventional friendship. Years later Bea said, "I think we opened Pandora's Box."