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Best Friends

By: Jon T



I absolutely love this site and I'd like to share an experience that was absolutely the most exciting thing of my entire life. This happened about three months ago and I still can't get it out of my mind.

My best friend, Andy and I have been friends since grade school. We're now 25. Last year Andy married Jen, another friend from high school. Andy and Jen both work in the city which is about 40 minutes from the town we lived in, so they got an apartment downtown together. Sometimes when we get together, if we go out in town and we get in late I'll just stay there rather than drive home.

On this night two months ago the three of us went to dinner in town. Unfortunately the girl I was seeing got called in to work at the last minute and I had to go it alone. After dinner we just hung out at the bar drinking and talking. Since we'd been friends for so long we were very comfortable discussing anything together. I learned that Jen loves to watch Andy masturbate and loves to have him cum on her breasts. Naturally Andy also liked to watch Jen get herself off.(what man doesn't). Andy and I also confessed that we both shave our bodies. Neither of us is very hairy to start with but what little we do have on our chests and stomach we remove. We laughed at this because it never ceases to amaze us at how similar we both are. The more the night went on and the more the conversation progressed, the more affectionate Jen and Andy became with each other. Frankly it was starting to drive me crazy, so I suggested that we leave so they could be alone and I would head home. Andy convinced me not to drive; it was almost 2a.m. and I had downed quite a few beers during the course of the night. I didn't particularly feel drunk, but I guess I was a little buzzed. So they convinced me to stay.

When we got to their apartment Jen gave me sheets and a pillow for the couch and they disappeared into the bedroom. I could tell by their mood that they were not going to be sleeping.

I took off my clothes and changed into the sweats and tee shirt that Andy had loaned me. I settled onto the couch and started watching television. It wasn't long before I started hearing the familiar sounds of sex. The bedroom wasn't too far away down the hall and even through the closed door I could hear Jen's soft moans. I had always found her very attractive, so the thought of what might be going on in there instantly turned me on. It wasn't long before my cock swelled and I found myself stroking it through the sweats. This went on for a while and soon my hands were inside the sweats, one stroking my penis the other playing with my balls. Jen's moans got louder and then I started to hear Andy chime in. Maybe it was all the beer that loosened me up, because I still can't believe I yelled into them. I hollered, "This isn't cool at all, you're driving me crazy in there."

An instant later, or so it seemed, Jen appeared next to me wrapped in a bedsheet looking really very gorgeous in a disheveled sort of way. She had a devilish look on her face as she caught my obvious hard-on under my sheet. "Oh Jon, I'm sorry...you want to come play?" I was totally embarrassed and really caught off guard. Andy was now behind her and he too looked a little surprised at her offer. I looked at him for a signal one way or another. She caught this exchange and took Andy by the hand, "Come on honey, we're all friends, it's just for play." Before he could say anything she stood up and kissed him...a very deep and long kiss, her tongue dancing in his mouth. The sheet she was wrapped in fell to the floor and I saw her naked for the first time. She's really pretty with shoulder length dark hair. She has full breasts and kind of the Monroe type figure; not super thin but very soft looking. I was drawn to her trimmed but dark pubic hair. I had usually dated blondes, so dark hair there was a new thing for me. Watching this brought my cock back up to it's full length. I don't know what Andy was thinking about all this but her kissing was turning him on because I could see his cock growing under his boxers.

Jen moved from his lips down his neck to his smooth chest, stopping at his nipples to lick them, then trailed her tongue down his stomach and put her mouth around his cock, but through his boxers. I watched this completely transfixed, but I was also so completely nervous. She glanced back at me right before pulling Andy out of his boxers, "Let me see yours, Jon".

I stood up and nervously lowered the sweats exposing my cock to Jen and Andy. At about the same time, Jen had taken Andy's boxers down. Once again we would be surprised at how similar we were. Our cocks were nearly the same size erect, and we both kept our pubic hair very trimmed. Jen took me by the hand and moved me closer to them. She was down on her knees and she took Andy's cock back into her mouth, while she stroked mine. I looked toward Andy again for some signal, as I didn't want to ruin a friendship, but he was too into his blowjob to even notice. I pulled off the tee shirt so now we were all completely nude. I kept watching Andy; he looked ver hot standing there nude, his wife on her knees in front of him.

Jen adjusted herself pulling me closer to them; she was now between us and moved so that both our cocks were inches from her mouth. She then took mine in her warm mouth for the first time. My God it was heaven; she moved so slowly and softly over me, so wet and warm. She alternated between me and Andy and then she did something which surprised us both...she pulled our cocks together so that they were touching. She tried to put both in her mouth at the same time, but when she couldn't fit them both, she began rubbing our cocks together. We both were stunned and I think we both wanted to protest but the feeling was absolutely wonderful. Both our cocks were wet from her saliva and they slid so smoothly across each other. It was such an incredible feeling. I couldn't believe it was happening. Whenever we dried up a bit she would give them a good tonguing to get them wet again and resume rubbing them together.

"Jon," she said, looking up at me, "Andy loves to have his nipples pinched." I was shocked, maybe this was going too far. Was her fantasy to see me and Andy together? I started to mumble a protest, but she begged, taking me into her warm mouth again, convincing me that I didn't want to do anything to ruin this mood. I looked at Andy who was so totally turned on by all this he just nodded, "do it; it's ok".

I reached up and pinched his left nipple. His eyes closed at my touch, encouraging me to go a little further. I licked my thumb and index finger and returned my now lubed finger back to his smooth chest. Meanwhile, Jen was back to alternating between our cocks. This was too much for me to take, and I could feel myself close to cumming, when she stopped. "Will you too kiss each other?" she asked. She moved back onto the couch, leaving the two of us inches apart, cocks hard. "Please, I want to see it." The look in her eyes was pure passion, and she glided her hand up and down her smooth leg.

I think Andy and I were both so totally turned on we would have done anything at that point. He grabbed me and pulled my mouth close to his and kissed me full on the mouth. It was a totally different feeling than kissing a girl, but it was no less of a turn on. I was too far gone now and I pulled him into an embrace and forced my tongue into his mouth. Our cocks were again touching and we grinded them into each other. Jen was moaning in delight and I turned to see her pressing two fingers into her gorgeous pussy. She was fucking herself with one hand and rubbing her breast with another. I wanted her soooo bad but at the same time I didn't want to leave Andy.

"Oh God, suck him Andy," she said, "please suck Jon." Andy didn't hesitate a minute this time, he kissed his way down my smooth chest and stomach, following the path his wife had taken on him, he took my 7.5" cock into his wet mouth. I know he had never done this before, but you could never prove it. I guess men just know what feels good, because it was totally incredible. He licked the underside, dancing his tongue over it, before taking it into his mouth. He then milked the base in circular motions while sucking me. Each time he took it into his mouth his tongue darted over the underside of my shaft. I was screaming at this point. So was Jen... the sight of her husband sucking his best friend off had completely sent her over the edge and she fucked herself furiously into an orgasm. Watching her cum sent me over the edge and I screamed that I was close. Andy pulled my cock out and started to jerk me off, a little afraid for me to cum in his mouth. Seeing this, Jen jumped up and took me into her mouth. One second of her warm mouth and I started to cum. I didn't think I would stop. She took my load in her mouth and then kissed Andy full on the mouth, kissing my semen into his mouth, while milking me till I was finished.

Andy needed to cum bad now, so Jen laid him down on the floor and started sucking him. I needed to try it so I joined her. We each took a side of his cock and sucked our way up from the base and met at the glans. It was an awesome experience to actually have a cock in my mouth. The taste, the texture, such a turnon. Jen then kissed me...Andy's cock in the middle of our mouths. "Fuck me Andy," she begged. She positioned herself on top of his cock and started riding him. My God it was so hot to see. The sight of his smooth cock and balls and her gorgeous pussy and ass on top of them. "Jon, lick me while he fucks me." I moved instantly to her pussy and licked her lips as Andy's cock thrust in and out. Soon I was licking his cock again as he fucked her...licking his cock as it appeared and then licking her pussy and even up to her asshole. I was stroking myself now, completely hard once again. "Oh fuck," Andy screamed, "this is it.." I pulled his cock from her pussy and wrapped my mouth around it, as his cum started shooting. The taste of Jen's pussy and his cum mixed together was again...pure heaven. I could not swallow it all, so I opened my mouth letting some spill out. Jen kissed me, taking in some of Andy's semen in her mouth.

After giving Andy some time to recover, Jen who was totally turned on again asked us to masturbate with her. We all knelt on the floor watching each other. It was so intense watching the look in each other's eyes. That's the most exciting thing about watching someone masturbate for me....watching the eyes. Jen helped us along by stopping now and then to suck us. It only took about five minutes for us all to be ready again. When Jen knew she was close she laid down, and begged us to kneel over her. It didn't take any begging, believe me. We got on either side of her and looked into each others eyes as Jen started screaming in her orgasm. The sight of her brought us to our peak again and we started shooting on her chest and stomach. We both shot sooo much; usually the second orgasm isn't as much, but she was covered. I thought I was going to faint. She pulled us down, guiding our heads to her stomach, pleading with us to lick it off her and then kiss her. We each obliged and then the three of us collapsed on the floor, falling asleep.

Best Friends



Imagine going to work every day for five years straight knowing that each day you're going to see the woman you've been dying to make love to, and knowing it won't happen. That's basically the way my situation has been for what has seemed like an eternity.

My name is Mike. I'm 28 years old and I've been working in a small radio station as the morning announcer for five years. It's a great job and I wouldn't change it for the world except for one thing. Our receptionist Lori is the most incredible woman I'd ever met. We're not talking a Loni Anderson/WKRP type woman. She's a beautiful, 26 year old, well-put-together brunette with a smile that melts me every time I see it. If I had to guess, I'd say she'd be 36-25-35. Just an incredible body that she keeps in fine shape. 

Over the years we've become best of friends, telling each other everything about ourselves. We feel safe and secure around each other and although it started out as friendship, I found myself loving her as more than a friend. Lori confided in me one night that she liked going both ways. She'd never been with a man and a woman at the same time, but enjoyed being with both. She said she'd experimented with other women while she'd been in college but hadn't been with a woman since. What really made things difficult was the other little problem of that ring on her finger. She's been married for 4 years and has a husband that for some reason won't give her any attention. She confides in me all the time and tells me how upset she's becoming. She's talked about separation but I try to encourage her to tough it out a little while longer to see if he changes. Considering how badly I want her, this wasn't easy for me to do. I'd sooner tell her to drop the bum and get together with me.

One night Lori and I were out drinking with some friends and she pulled me aside and asked me if the opportunity arose, would I sleep with her. Keeping with our policy of being totally honest with each other, I told her that I'd kill to have sex with her but that I don't think I could do it because she's married and I value our friendship too much. However, I did make it clear to her that if properly motivated I might be persuaded.

A few months passed and it was a Saturday in the middle of summer. Lori had invited me to go with her to the beach as her husband was going away for the weekend with some buddies for a fishing trip. I went to pick her up and she met me at the door wearing a pair of cut-off jean shorts and her bikini top. My eyes must of nearly popped out, as the sight of her large breasts straining at the material of her top met me. I thought for sure the clasp on the front would burst open or perhaps that was just wishful thinking.

We spent the entire day at the beach and were completely drained and burnt from the heat and all that fresh air. She invited me back to her place for supper and some drinks. I had a bit of a headache and I asked Lori if she'd mind if I laid down in the bedroom for a little while to see if I could get rid of it. She told me to go ahead and have a nap while she worked on getting supper ready. I went to the bedroom and slipped out of my bathing suit and jumped under the covers and fell asleep fairly quickly.

About 45 minutes later I felt the bed move and I opened my eyes to see Lori pulling the covers back to reveal my naked body. I was kind of shocked and didn't know how to react. Lori explained that she and Joe her husband hadn't been intimate with each other for quite some time and she was eager to have a man inside her no matter who it was. Lori had been hit on by other guys at the bar and was tempted to fuck them but she just couldn't bring herself to do it. She reached down and grabbed my cock and started stroking it. She commented on how much bigger it was than her Joe's. I'm not one to brag, but I do have a rather large penis. It's about 9 inches long when hard and about as big around as a coke can. 

I didn't know what to do. Of course part of me wanted to rip her bikini off her body and fuck her like mad. But another part of me told me to stop this before it went any further and before it jeopardized our friendship. But the more she stroked my cock and the harder I got, the thought of friendship seemed to fade and all I wanted was to tear her clothes off that luscious body and fuck her like a couple of wild animals.

She must have sensed my approval because before I had a chance to say a word, her mouth was around my cock and she was bobbing her head on my dick getting me harder and harder. Never before had I wanted a woman as badly as I wanted Lori and my dream was about to come true.

She bobbed her head up and down at a furious rate causing me to moan with sheer delight. She stopped only briefly to let the saliva run from her lips onto the head of my cock and then used her hand to rub it in. Then just as quickly as she stopped she was back at it, giving me the best head I'd ever gotten in my life. I couldn't believe how much of my cock she was fitting into her mouth. "Oh God...you're sure good with your mouth Lori," I said as she just moaned and continued. She had about six inches in her mouth and I didn't think she had room for more, but she must have loved sucking cock because no sooner had I thought it, she pulled back and then swallowed my entire dick and now had her chin resting on my balls.

She sucked my cock for about 10 minutes using her tongue to flick the head of my penis and lick her own saliva from my shaft. I kept wondering how I could have let this happen and if her husband would come home unexpectedly. 

She lifted her head from my dick but kept stroking as she brought her lips to mine. We kissed and then she said the words I'd been waiting to her. "Fuck me Mike!, Put that cock in me and fuck me like I've never been fucked before." I wanted to but since I hadn't expected any of this to happen, I didn't bring a condom with me. 

I explained the dilemma to her and Lori just laughed and said, "I don't care. I just want you to get on top of me and stick that big cock of yours inside me." That's all I needed to hear as I rolled her on her back and pulled her thong down and off her body. She spread her legs and I could see her pussy was dripping wet. I stuck my head between her legs and went to work on that big clit of hers. Lori started moaning loudly. As I used my tongue and tasted her juices, I worked two of my fingers in and out of her cunt. Lori was bucking almost uncontrollably on the bed as she reached her first orgasm.

After licking her clean, I brought my head up to hers and let her taste her own juices on my lips. I positioned myself on my knees and used my hands to separate her legs even more and allowed my cock to rest on her stomach. "Put it in me Mike," Lori said almost begging for me to fuck her. Keeping her legs spread, I grabbed my cock and rubbed the head against he cunt. I slowly poked the head inside and Lori let out a squeal that meant she was enjoying this. "Give it all to me," Lori cried. So I plunged my cock into her with one quick thrust. Lori screamed so loud I thought I'd killed her. I stopped momentarily, but she begged me to continue. I found a good rhythm and kept driving into her with only one thing in mind and that was to fill her with a gigantic load of my cum. 

It seemed as though 15 minutes had passed and I could feel myself getting close to the peak. Lori had already had two more orgasms in this amount of time. I pulled out and rolled on to my back. "Hop on," I told her. She straddled me, grabbed my cock and in no time she was impaled once again. I reached up and un-hooked her bikini top in the front and released those incredible tits of hers. She leaned forward and let me suck on her nipples which were hard as rocks and about the size of a dime around. She was riding me like there was no tomorrow and screaming the whole time. "Oh God, it's so big," Lori yelled. "How big is it?" a voice said at the door. My heart stopped as I realized we'd been caught.

Lori stopped and we both looked to the door to find her best friend Sara standing there. Sara is 22 years old and an absolute knock- out. Sara works at one of the local fitness centres as an aerobics instructor and doesn't have an ounce of fat on her. If there's such a thing as a perfect body, Sara has it. Firm tits, thin waste, long blonde hair and a killer ass. She looks like the typical girl next door and doesn't even need make-up as her natural beauty is un-equaled.

Before either of us could say a word, Sara said, "Mind if I join you two?" I didn't know what to do. This just wasn't something that happens to me. I'm lucky to get sex three times a year, let alone with two women at once. I looked at Lori and she didn't need me to say a word. "Get your clothes off," she ordered as she went back to fucking me. 

As Lori slammed herself up and down on my dick, I watched as Sara stripped out of her clothes. She peeled off her tight white shirt. The kind that only covered her tits and revealed her hard stomach. I was pleased to see she wasn't wearing a bra and her nipples instantly hardened as the air hit them. She had on one of those button-up wrap- around skirts and she wasn't long dropping that to the floor.

"Oh Fuck!," I yelled as Lori pulled the hair on my chest. "Did you forget about me?" she said. "Of course not," I replied as I quickly turned her over on her back and started ramming my cock into her at a faster pace. While I fucked her hard, Sara came over and let Lori suck on her tits. "I almost forgot how much I love women, but not as much as I used to enjoy licking pussy....sit on my face Sara," Lori said. With that Sara climbed on the bed and put her legs on either side of Lori's head. I continued to fuck Lori as she let her tongue work some magic on Sara's clit. She had Sara moaning and cumming in no time at all. I continued using my hands to play with both their tits and from time to time sucking on Sara's. "I want some of that cock to," Sara whispered to me. I pulled out of Lori and watched the girls change positions for me. Lori was still on her back, but now Sara was on her knees eating Lori's pussy with her ass in the air.

I stated to rub my cock against her cunt, getting her ready to take all of my meat when she turned and told me to put it in her ass. I'd never fucked a girl up the ass before, but looking at these two babes, I wasn't about to argue. I put the head of my cock against her hole and started to ease it in. Sara was incredibly tight and cried out as I inched my way in. After several minutes and a lot of screaming, I had all 9 inches inside and was fucking her ass. I couldn't believe how tight it was. We stayed like this for only a short time. I was only moments away from cumming when Lori told me she wanted to swallow my load.

I pulled out of Sara's ass and both girls turned to my dick as I blew my load into Lori's mouth and then Sara's. I came so hard I almost passed out. Lori licked my cock clean while Sara licked my cum off Lori's tits and face.

We layed in bed for quite some time after this and talked about lots of different things when Lori finally admitted that she'd planned this whole episode. They'd seen me working out at the club in my tight shorts and could tell I had a big cock. After seeing this and a few conversations about me, they both decided they wanted to fuck me and figured a threesome would be a lot of fun.

We all showered together and cleaned ourselves up and went to the kitchen to get supper. It was by far the best meal I'd ever had as the three of us ate in the nude. After supper we decided it was time for more fun, so back to the bedroom we went. We figured there was plenty of time to do the dishes later.



"Best Friends" a Sad Story



My Friend Jessie and I have known each other since High School. I would always see her in school and kind of had a crush on her, but didn't know her much other then that.

I first officially met Jessie one night while I was hanging out front of another friend's house.

Jessie and her boyfriend drove up and parked and started talking with the group of us. The light in the tiny little pick-up truck that they were in illuminated the cab and I saw her boyfriend. As soon as I saw him, I mistook him for a guy I absolutely loathed named Curtis.

I wanted to just beat the ever loving hell out of him right then and there. Once my eyes focused however, I realized that it was not Curtis after all, it was in fact a guy named Dave that I also knew from school. 

I was very shocked and surprised to see that Dave was dating Jessie, because, at the time, he was a scrawny kid that nearly everyone picked on. He was in many of the same classes as me, so I liked him and considered him a buddy.

Their relationship to me was like the head cheerleader dating the biggest nerd on campus. Only, Jessie was the kind of girl who hated cheerleaders, and Dave wasn't very much a nerd.

Jessie and I began to hang out alot, and rumors even started swirling that her and I were dating, which only made me feel better. Some of the guys I knew from school would often come up to me and give me "Props", but I didn't have the heart to tell them that Jessie and I weren't really dating.

We actually should have been dating, because I hung out with her a whole lot more then her and Dave did.

At the time, Jessie was one of the best looking girls that I had ever seen in person. She was tall and had a thin athletic body. Her tits were on the medium side, maybe about the size of two small melons. Jessie's dressing style was kind of grunge'e. She'd wear tight shirts, but loosely fitting pants. Her hair was unique, but it only made her look even better. Her bangs were pulled tightly to one side of her head, and the hair on the back of her head was styled wildly backward in a series of spikes. In a way, I liked to compare Jessie's looks to the Actress Jessica Biel.

Jessie had one of the most beautiful faces. It was almost angelic. Her face resembled a porcelain doll's face, and she had a really nice set of cat eyes. Kind of like the singer Taylor Swift.

Jessie was a few grades behind me in high school, but once we had both graduated, her and I hung out more and more. I really loved Jessie but could never bring myself to ask her to do anything sexually. Mainly in part, because I liked and respected her boyfriend Dave. Most other guys would have probably overlooked that aspect, but I didn't.

Sometimes, Jessie and I would just drive around for hours and hours together, and we'd covered fifty to sixty miles in a night, just driving around talking and listening to the radio. I even got so comfortable with her that I'd often reach over and massage her neck as she drove.

One Christmas,I had just gotten a new VHS-C video camera, and I carried it nearly everywhere. One day, not long after I gotten the camera, Jessie came over to pick me up so we could grab an early lunch before I had to go into my second shift job later on in the day. Her and I went to a local McDonald's where we ordered some sandwiches and french fries, and the two of us sat in her car in the parking lot, over looking the lake nearby. 

I had pulled out my camera and kind of jokingly began filming her with it. She'd get angry because she didn't want anyone to see her eating but I continued filming her. Then, Jessie told me that when we got back to my house, that she would "Do something." for the camera.

My adrenaline began pumping, and I was anticipating what she was going to do. After finishing our food, we headed back to my house. I began to get so erect at the thoughts of what was going to happen, that I could barely contain myself. 

As Jessie and I reached the back door to my house, I reached for the handle and it wouldn't turn. I didn't have a key at the time, so I tried using a little garden trowel to jimmy the door open to to no avail. I tried anything and everything to get the door open, even trying the old credit card trick, but nothing would work.

Sadly, I did not get the door open, and I didn't have any more time to work on it before I had to head into work. A few times after that, I tried to get Jessie to fool around for the camera, but she always seemed way too nervous to do anything.

Sometimes, Jessie and I would sit in my attic computer room and just search various porn sites, and she enjoyed every minute of it. Even commenting on what turned her on and off.

Most of the time when Jessie and I were hanging out, our topics would turn to sexual topics. I remember one day her and I talking about clit piercings and how I had heard that it enhances the orgasmic pleasure for a woman. Jessie had never heard that before and her reaction was.

"Oh, I'm getting it done."

Jessie and I hung out for nearly two or three years before she and her family decided to move back down to the south where they were originally from. 

I could really kick myself for this, but. Jessie and her slightly younger Sister visited me once after she had moved and when she came to my house, I was so upset at her for moving that I didn't even feel like talking to her. If I recall, I think I might have even told her that I was sick and couldn't go anywhere with her. As she was getting ready to leave, she reached out to hug me and I barely embraced her. I even felt her kiss the side of my neck, and I almost broke into tears.

That was the last time I had seen her or even heard from her for the next four years.

Since Jessie and I had many mutual friends, the two of us had gotten back in touch with each other. by then, I had also moved out of state. 

Jessie and I would chat on the internet and when we didn't, we'd always ask our mutual friends about each other's wellness. To my dismay, I had found out that Jessie had gotten married and had a baby son.

One night, around the same year, Jessie and I were talking to each other online and the topic turned to sexual topics. Jessie was typing through our chat box and told me something that I will never, ever forget.

"I'd fuck you in a heart beat."

Jessie, to this day, is the only girl who freely admitted that she wanted to fuck me.

Not long after that, I was checking my E-mail one night and I saw Jessie's E-mail address and in the topic bar were the words. "Hot pics, open alone."

When I opened the E-mail, there were two pictures of Jessie kneeling on a bed which were taken from behind, a picture of her with jeans, but no shirt on, another picture of her giving her husband a blowjob, and a close up picture of her husband's cock sliding into Jessie's plump bald Pussy.

Seeing these pictures both turned me on and disappointed me for two reasons. The first reason was that it was not me in the pictures with her. The second reason was because Jessie was no longer the thin, athletic beauty that she was just four or five years before. At the time the pictures were taken, Jessie was nearly fifty pounds heavier and was kind of unattractive.

No matter what, I still wanted to fuck her. The more and more that I talked to her online and on the phone, the more I found out about her. I learned that her and her husband had become "Swingers". They wouldn't just swap couples like real swingers would, but her husband would often let other guys fuck Jessie. I was turned on by this, but I also felt bad because I didn't want to see Jessie getting used like that.

Again, Jessie and I had lost touch with each other, and when we'd hear from each other it would be further between the last call.

When we finally got back in touch with each other again it was 2010. We would call each other nearly every day or if not, maybe a couple of times a week. In late spring 2010, Jessie told me that she wanted me to come and visit her in the south where she was still living. I wanted no more then to do that, but knew I couldn't afford a plane ticket or even a train ticket to go.

Then, Jessie told me that her husband and her would come and pick me up. On the weekend they were supposed to show up, I awaited their arrival, no one ever showed. Jessie called me a few days later and told me that they couldn't make it up that weekend, but they'd come up the next.

Another week later, I had stayed up all night awaiting their arrival. Jessie and I had talked the night before and they said that they'd be up.

I lay on my bed looking out the window when suddenly I see a light blue Chrysler Town & Country slowing down when they reached my house and in the passenger seat was none other then Jessie. I quickly ran outside to meet them and when Jessie emerged from the passenger door, I fell in love with her all over again.

Jessie had lost a good thirty pounds. She wasn't quite as thin as she was when I first met her, but she was looking really good to me.

Jessie introduced me to her husband for the first time, then she introduced me to her son. They had breakfast with my Dad and I before we began packing my luggage into their van for my first trip below the Mason Dixon line.

The ride to the south took a grueling eleven hours. I hadn't slept the entire night before, but since Jessie and her husband were taking turns driving, I stayed awake to make sure that they stayed awake.

My plan was to stay with Jessie and her family for an undetermined amount of time, and possibly get a job somewhere in the south and eventually move in with them.

The first full night there, Jessie, her husband and I sat around bullshitting in their living room and Jessie wanted to get ready for bed. She turned to me and says.

"You wouldn't be offended if I get dressed in my night clothes do you?" 

I didn't know what "her night clothes" were, but I didn't care one way or another. Jessie runs away into the bathroom and emerges wearing a tight pink top and a pair of matching pink shorts. She looked really good. She sat on her husband's lap and the two of them began talking. Then, I heard her husband say the words.

"I wanna see how furry your goods are." 

He turned Jessie toward me and slowly pulls the front of her pajama shorts down revealing her Pussy with a few days worth of hair coming through.

Jessie laughed, but I guess didn't feel comfortable enough to have let me seen her like that, so she quickly pulled her husbands hand away.

I was happy to have seen the little bit that I had just seen, so I didn't care.

The next night as the three of us turned in for the night, I lay on the floor in the living room. Jessie and her husband slept in the bedroom, and their son had a folding couch bed.

I was nearly asleep when I heard Jessie moaning softly and the springs of their bed squeaking. I kind of smiled at what I was hearing, but deep within I was also saddened, because they didn't invite me in, and it wasn't me fucking her.

A few nights later, Jessie, her husband and I were sitting in the dining room having some drinks when Jessie grabbed one of my still cameras and began fooling around with it. She took random pictures of me, then of her husband, before her husband grabbed the camera from her. He begins telling her what to do.

Jessie pulls her now very large tits from her shirt and her husband snaps pictures of them. Jessie smiles and assumes various positions while her husband continues taking pictures of her.

Jessie then grabs my hands and cups them around her tits and her husband snaps a few more pictures. After that, Jessie and her husband talk about something while I listened but not making out anything of what they said. 

Then, Jessie asks me if I would watch their son while her and her husband make a run to the adult store around the corner from where they lived.

About twenty minutes later, Jessie and her husband return and sit and finish their drinks at the table. Then Jessie reveals the toys that she bought from the store.

The one toy was a huge purple dildo which I quickly dubbed "Barney". The other was a vibrator that had a curled plastic tip. After finishing their drinks, Jessie turns to me and says.

Well, I'm going to bed with my toys now." and her and her husband disappear into the bedroom. 

I was not tired, and I wasn't going to sleep on their count so I sat up watching TV. I don't recall what I was watching, but I began laughing. Next thing you know, I hear Jessie's husband's voice say.

"Hey, Mike, bring your camera over here buddy."

I stood up and walked around the corner to their bedroom to see laying on her back spread eagle and her husband is shoving the curled vibrator in and out of her Pussy.

I turned the camera on and began snapping pictures of what I was seeing. After a couple of minutes, Jessie's husband snatches the camera from me and points between Jessie's legs. I kneel and begin licking and sucking Jessie's Pussy.

Jessie reaches down with her right hand and begins rubbing and squeezing my forearm as I was eating her out. I fingered her quickly and then slowly, and continue to lick her. 

Then, I don't remember who handed it to me, but I found myself holding "Barney" in my hands. I quickly plunge it deep into Jessie's Pussy.

I continue pushing and pulling the large purple dildo from her Pussy and then I begin twisting it in a corkscrew motion before going back to eating her out again.

I was then ordered to lay on the bed. Jessie kneeled on the bed and began stroking my erect cock. Her husband worked his way in behind her and began fucking her from behind. I soon became very nervous and embarrassed because the headboard started banging loudly against the wall, and I was worried the neighbors in the apartment room next door would hear us and complain.

Suddenly, I felt a great urge of pleasure and looked down just in time to see Jessie pulling my cock from her mouth and licking quickly around the head.

Jessie continued stroking my cock and I asked her to suck it again.

"Hmm?" Jessie asked.

"Can you suck it again?" I asked her once again.

Now, I don't know what she meant by this but she said something along the lines of.

"I got it right where I like it."

Jessie just kept stroking my cock, but I wasn't getting any closer to cumming.

I'm not sure how much time progressed, but then, Jessie's husband handed me a condom.

When I saw the condom, I became both even more aroused, yet even more nervous.

I remember saying something along the lines of.

"I don't wanna do all that." and Jessie's husband's reply was.

"Well, she wants to."

Jessie looked up at and stopped stroking my cock and in an angered, yet sarcastic tone she said.

"You take insanely long."

Before I knew it, the three of us were sitting back at the kitchen table, each of us completely naked and each of us smoking a cigarette, and drinking our alcohol. I kind of just figured we were taking a break, but I found out minutes later, it was all over.

Jessie and her husband went back to bed and I laid in my spot on the floor and jerked myself off.

That was my first time ever doing anything like that and it was the best and worse night of my life. I had gotten a hand job from a stripper the day after Christmas a few years before, and I was closer to cumming with the stripper then I was with Jessie.

I don't know if it was because I was more drunk then I had ever been in my life, or if it was nervousness for it being my first time ever going that far with a woman. It might have even been the fact that her husband was in on the whole thing and I might have been turned off a little because of that.

I trained myself to last a long time, because I heard that women love a man who can last long, and I can last probably an hour or more. This has become more of a curse then a benefit for me.

Now, those of you reading my ramblings right now are probably thinking. "We want to see the pictures."

Well, here is the story about that.

A few days after our encounter, I accompanied Jessie's parents on an over night trip out into the country side to visit some of their family. As I lay in the guest room at their relatives house I began jerking off. I grabbed my camera and turned it on so I could look at the pictures that I and Jessie's husband took. They were no longer there.

I asked Jessie the next day what happened to the pictures. She had told me that she deleted them.

When I asked her why, her reply was simply.

"I don't know."

I will never forgive her for deleting the pictures, because right now, I know how everything happened that night, but I can't quite remember anything else, because I was drunk.

I stayed in the south for three weeks before taking a Greyhound bus home. About a month after being back home, Jessie calls me, and she is drunk.

She tells me that she wants me to eat her pussy again because I was the best to ever have done that to her. And, she told me how she thinks of it often.

About a year after my visit. Jessie separated from her husband and calls me one night. I could tell she was drunk again. She says something like.

"Your gonna kill me."

When I asked her why she says.

"Someone got me to try coke." As in cocaine.

I laid into her about how much I love her and don't want to see her getting into anything else. I already knew she smoked weed and drank alot, which I didn't like either, but once she told me that she had tried cocaine I wanted to go back down to the south and beat the shit out of the motherfucker who got her to do that.

Jessie continued drinking heavily and smoking weed, and became sexually involved with a guy who looked like a homeless meth addict. I wrote a letter to Jessie telling her how much I cared for her after that, and she calls me crying, telling me how much she loves me, and how she'd love to marry me and have kids with me.

I still love Jessie, but I am no longer in Love with her.

Even now,when I think about her sexually, I don't think about just making love to her. I fantasize about treating her like a whore.

I've actually told Jessie what I want to do to her, and she tells me that she'd be interested, but I don't think she'd be really interested.

One of the things that I would love to do to her is have Jessie carry a sign that reads; "I AM A WHORE." and I'd make her walk along the shoulder of a busy highway for a couple of minutes while I take pictures and video from the safety of a car.

Another thing that I want to do is either fuck her or get a blowjob from her while sitting in a van. Then, I will cum all over her face. Then, I will set up a hidden camera on Jessie and have her walk into a fast food establishment with the cum on her face and record the reactions of the people behind the counter.



Best Friends Again



I finished off the last of a lukewarm cup of coffee as Dr Marci Bauer approached me in the waiting room. Her smile told me all I needed to know before she even spoke. "Everything went well Richard: textbook perfect. She is in recovery and should be awake within the next few hours."

"Thanks Doctor. I am sure that if she could, she would thank you herself."

I rose off the chair and briefly hugged the tall doctor in appreciation.

"My pleasure." Her eyes twinkled a bit. "Normally this is where I tell family or friends to go easy on my patients. But I think that she'll be in good hands with you. When she wakes up tell her that I will be by and check on her in the morning."

As the doctor walked away my thoughts flowed back to some of the circumstances that brought me here this day. My name is Richard Mason and I found out, at an early age that I liked to write songs. I must be fairly decent because I have never had the need to get a "real" job. I live in Salt Lake City Utah and I went to Skyline High school in the valley. I had mediocre grades and few friends. My best friend, Kenny Myers, and I had been together since Kindergarten. 

We were both picked on. Kenny, because he was nerdy and kept to himself; me because I was nerdy and stuck up for him. Let me tell you, high school sucked! Kenny was one of the few great memories I had of that era. Well, that is till I found out that his Mom had been transferred to Boulder. We were just finishing our Junior year when he spilled the beans about him having to move away. I wasn't totally devastated, but it was close. See, Kenny's dad died when he was 10 so his Mom took over as bread winner for the family. She did a bang-up job supporting him and his twin sister Karen. But the big corporation Katherine Myers worked for was now sending her to Colorado. 

That summer was one of the worse I had ever had. The two of us wrote back and forth for awhile and phoned occasionally. The letters came less frequent and the calls vanished altogether, until we had lost touch completely. My parents and my own sister, Laurie tried to fill in the gap, but it wasn't the same.

Just before Labor day I won a local radio station song contest and a local singer broke out into the biz singing my little ditty. He was on the bottom of the charts, but at least he was there. A few more songs from me and a year or two later I started getting some good royalties. My senior year was better because of my slight celebrity status, but I still missed Kenny.

Fast forward 6 years: Mom and Dad had already moved to California to be with my sister who pumped out twins after her marriage to a San Joaquin wine vintner. Since I wasn't doing bad and I preferred Salt Lake, I gave them my blessing. Bought a house up in the Wasatch foothills and worked on more songs. I didn't go out much and was in between girl friends, not that there were many. In fact, I almost lived like a hermit. I guess I never realized how lonely I was. Then one day lightning struck. 

" Richard, Richard Mason?" came the voice from my cell phone.

"Hello" I replied cautiously, thinking it was a telemarketer.

"It's Kenny, Richard."

"Kenny? Ken--" Then the nickel Dropped. "Kenny Myers? Buddy, how are you?" I almost shouted into the phone. 

"I am well, Richard" He sounded a little excited also. "You will never guess. If I get this job I applied for, I going to move back to Salt Lake." 

"Holy shit! When?"

"I have an interview in 2 weeks at LaTrafois. I finished culinary school and they need another Chef."

"You had better be believing you're going to stay with me buddy."

There was a hesitation. "I don't know Richard. Maybe I had better get a hotel." Another pause. " I've changed a bit."

"Changed a bit? What, did you grow another head?" I became serious. "Listen pal, you're not going to insult me by weaseling out. You're staying with me and that's final!"

Well, he finally acquiesced and gave me his flight information. We shot the shit some more and I hung up knowing the 'Dynamic Duo' would soon be back together. I was on cloud nine. I planned on picking him up from the airport after 1pm on a Friday and his interview was on Tuesday, giving us the whole weekend to catch up. I never realized how much "catching up" we would have to do. Ever heard of the phrase "be careful what you wish for?"

Kenny's flight arrived an hour late due to a snow squall over the Rockies, but finally his plane landed and the passengers entered the concourse. I watched for my friend but he never showed. When the flight crew arrived I knew something was amiss. I approached the booth for the plane's company and asked if Kenny Myers had made the flight. The attendant checked her computer screen as I took another look at the passengers milling about. 

I noticed a very shapely brunette with shoulder length hair, looking my way. She turned her head after she notice me checking her out. Wow! She was hot with a capital H. Her leather, fur lined bomber jacket, accentuated her ass perfectly. And might I say, It was a fine ass indeed. Her eyes met mine again and I almost forgot about Kenny. The attendant's voice broke the spell. 

"I don't see a "Kenny Myers on the flight, but I do have a K. Myers. That must be him."

I heard my name spoke just above a whisper and turned around. Miss bomber jacket was standing right in front of me. She resembled Minnie Driver, only hotter. Her soft brown eyes were just as beautiful as the rest of her. 

"Hi Richard." Christ! Her voice was even sexy!

I smiled and wondered what I did to deserve this kind of luck. "Do I- know you miss?"

"It's me Richard, Kenny."

Well I may not be a lady's man, but I know what's going on. I'm hip. I'm happening. I looked right at her and said "Huh?"

"Richard. I'm Kenny." I could tell by her expression, she appeared apprehensive. 

Over the next moment or two I did a decent impression of a guy whose dentist had just shot his mouth full of Novocain. "Whaaaaa whaaaaa whaaa. Kenny?" I finally stammered.

"It's me Richard." She nibble on her lower lip. " I told you I had changed a bit."

"Holy shit!, I'll say!" I hoped I didn't look as stunned as I felt. This did not compute! My best 'guy' friend had somehow changed into a beautiful woman.

She turned and started walking away. "I knew this was a bad idea." she spit under her breath. 

Miss bomber jacket got about 30 feet away before the shock wore off. I ran after her and gently, but firmly grabbed her elbow. She turned toward me as tears flowed down her cheeks, ruining her makeup. For some strange reason, this was killing me to see her hurting like this.

"Leave me alone" she cried.

"I'm sorry Kenny. Y-you got to admit, you threw me a curve."

"Just forget I was here Richard. I'll go away."

"Not before we talk Ken--. Well, I can't go on calling you Kenny, now can I?"

"My name is Kim now." She volunteered.

"Kim" I rolled the name around getting use to it. "Ok Kim, there's a coffee shop over there and we have all the time in the world. I'm a great listener and you are still my friend. What do you say?" I pulled a clean handkerchief from my back pocket and handed it to her. Her tears stopped and I saw the briefest wisp of a smile.

"OK" she sniffed.

Four bad cups of coffee later I knew her story. After Kenny moved to Colorado with his family, depression clouded his life. He finished his senior year with less than spectacular grades. So he found a job in the kitchen of a 2 star restaurant while he figured out what he wanted to do for a living. This turned out to be a good move because he thrived there. Kenny seemed skillfully adept at preparing food for the chefs to use and soon they were teaching him tricks of the trade. He was encouraged to go to culinary school and his mom admitted that she could afford to send him the following year, since it was going to be in Boulder anyway. Things were definitely brighter than before. 

Unfortunately Kenny's private life was still a mess. One day his sister, Karen came home early and caught him trying on her clothing. She wasn't really mad, as the two of them were close anyway. He opened up to her about his feelings. It seems he never felt comfortable in his own skin. He never had a girlfriend and he admitted to her that he found guys attractive. He didn't feel that he was gay, but was confused by it all. She sympathized with how he felt and lead him into her bathroom. A wardrobe change, hairstyle (his was long anyway) and a little bit of makeup later, Kenny's reflection in the mirror showed a beautiful young lady. He - she stood there with tears of joy ruining her makeup.

Their Mom came home from work and after the initial shock, told Kenny that it would be all right. Six months of counseling later he was diagnosed with gender dysphoria and that he was a girl trapped in a guy's body. After some discussion the three came to the conclusion that Kenny's best bet, saving his sanity, was to transition to female. More counseling, a slow wardrobe conversion and tutoring from Mom and Karen gave Kenny's confidence a huge boost. Since his job at the restaurant was gender neutral and that they loved his work; he, or shall I say she, was fully accepted. 

She took the name Kimberly Ann and was given permission from her counselor to go ahead and start hormonal treatments and the first of her transformation surgeries. Breast augmentation and laser hair removal both took well. A few surgical alterations to her face and a trachea shave later, changed her look entirely. The State of Colorado officially changed her driver's license status to female and she started culinary school with a very good recommendation from the head chef where she worked. Kim still worked at the restaurant on weekends and finally graduated from school with very high marks. Her mentor was saddened by the news that she wanted to move back to Salt Lake, but he understood and between him and Paula, her instructor, was given an incredible recommendation. This lead her to the interview she had next week.

I don't know what was the bigger surprise, me taking everything in stride or me hanging on her every word. The more she talked, the more relaxed she was. It seemed that becoming Kimberly gave her the confidence that Kenny never had. But the one thing that troubled me was how easy it was to get lost in her eyes. 

"Richard. Are you there?" she asked with an incredible smile.

"Sorry Kim. I guess I zoned out for a moment there." Embarrassed I looked at my watch and then through the window. I had been listening for hours and it was already dark. "We had better head for home, it looks like it's beginning to snow again."

"You sure you want me to stay with you-- considering?" She queried.

Did her eyes always sparkle like that? "Hey, you're not backing out on me now girl. Besides I cleaned the house from top to bottom for you."

Her face lit up and her smile did it's best to curl my toes. "Well, since you put it that way" 

We grabbed her luggage and headed for my Blazer. "Hungry?" I asked.

"Famished! Can we hit an Artic Circle? Seven years and I'm still going through withdraw." She giggled.

A minor detour netted us some dinner and we soon pulled into my garage. She grabbed the food while I hustled the luggage inside. I showed her to the spare room and put her stuff on the bed. She shucked her jacket and hung it in the closet. She wore a green knit sweater that showed off a modicum of cleavage and hugged some extremely nice curves. Damn, she was built!

"Like my sweater?" she smiled slyly.

My eyes snapped away and I mumble something about our food getting cold. I hoped the light was turned low enough for her to miss my reddening features. We ate our burgers and fries at the small kitchen table, setting across from each other. 

"Mmm I almost forgot how good these burgers and fries were. They don't have Artic Circle in Colorado." We were almost done when I found her looking at me in undisguised amusement.

"What?"

"You've got ---." She reached out her finger and ran it along the left side of my mouth and slid it into hers. "Mmm. Fry sauce."

Through a voice about two octaves higher than normal, I asked her if she wanted to watch TV or talk some more. She said that she would love to, but she was exhausted and wanted to unpack and go to bed. I picked up our mess and headed for the living room. My guitar was calling me from it's stand and soon I was immersed in a soft rendition of Stairway to Heaven. After 15 minutes or so I caught Kim watching me and smiling. She had changed into pajamas; a Running Ute's, University of Utah, long sleeve Jersey that barely covered her ass.

"You play even better than you use to. You don't know how much I missed that." Her soft, smile registered somewhere between innocent and sexy. "Richard, thank you; for accepting me and letting me stay here. I swear I will cook for you and pull my weight around the house."

"Not to worry Kim. We'll work out a schedule." I got up off the sofa and laid my guitar down. She crossed the distance between us and put her arms around my neck to hug me. Her scent was overwhelming and my arms found their way around her waist. She mumbled thanks, kissed my cheek and scurried off to her room. I replied a whispered "you're welcome" and wondered if I was I would be able to sleep that night. Four hours later, I was still wondering the same thing.

I found myself sitting on a chair in the middle of a room. Tables around me held diners, eating and engaged in low conversation. A set of double doors opened and Kimberly emerged in a breath-taking black lace bra and panty set. She wore a pair of black lace nylons atop a pair of shiny, black, "fuck me" heals. Her eyes were locked on me as she sauntered my way. I didn't know if I could move or even wanted to. She straddled my lap, facing me and leaned her head forward. My neck was slowly forced back as far as the chair would allow. She reached over and took a large peach slice from my plate and put one end in her mouth. The other end found it's way into mine as our lips press together. The fruit was soon replaced by her tongue and for a moment, I thought Kim was going to suck the breath from my body. 

"How did you like that bright eyes?" Her voice was husky and oozed sexual energy.

"Richard! --Hey, bright eyes. You going to wake up?"

"What? Huh?" I muttered. Daylight stabbed my room and Kim was tickling my foot.

"You getting up or am I gonna have to haul your butt out of bed?"

The typical 'It was only a dream' scenario bounced around the back of my brain. "Yeah. I'm getting up," I grumbled.

"I don't know what you were dreaming about Richard, but it sounded like you were having fun." Kim laughed. She left the room, still chattering. "I was going to make you a nice omelet, but it's hard to do with three eggs, two hotdogs and a box of stale Captain Crunch. Get dressed 'cause you're taking me to breakfast and then I'm going to buy you some real groceries.

The weekend raced by and we fell into a rhythm. It was strange and natural at the same time. Apparently, Kim was the person Kenny was meant to be. If it weren't for the fact that my old friend had turned into a stone cold fox; it would have really seemed like old times. No matter how I tried, I couldn't get her transition out of my mind and frankly, how much I was attracted to her, bothered me. She totally assimilated my every waking moment. Her scent, her smile, her body haunted me, like water to a man dying of thirst. She became the distraction, I never saw coming. Monday after lunch I asked her a question that I had wondered about for years. 

"When your Mom transferred to Colorado; why was it so sudden?"

Kim snuggled down into the sofa, her knees propped under her chin and averted her eyes. "I didn't know myself until after we moved. Mom asked for the transfer herself. She must have caught something that I didn't see. She explained to me that it looked like I was falling for one of my classmates, at school. She didn't want me to get labeled before I graduated. So we moved. My best guess was that she realized that I liked boys even before I knew. We didn't know that I was a transgender then. "

"Was It someone that I knew Kim?"

She hesitated looking a bit flushed. "Yes Richard, but don't ask me who because it would kill me if he ever found out."

"I don't need to know." I reassured her. " Don't worry Kim. I won't asked again."

The appointed time for the interview arrived and we walked into La Trafois. I took a seat in the lounge when Kim was ushered into the kitchen. Scant minutes later she returned grabbing my hand and spoke in a hushed voice.

"He wanted to meet you." And then even lower." Pretend you're my boyfriend!"

What the hell was I getting myself into? Kim almost pushed me into the kitchen. The place was huge and clean to the point of blinding. A very large man smiled as we approached him. I couldn't help but think he looked a lot like the actor John Ryes Davies; Indiana Jones Egyptian friend Sala.

"Honey." Kim said, taking my arm. "This is Sam Travonti, Head Chef and owner of La Trafois. Sam this is my friend, Richard Mason." 

The big man shook my hand. "Pleasure to meet you sir." His face was beaming with sincerity. Pleasantries were exchanged and the two chefs fell into 'shop' talk. I begin to feel out of place and then suddenly he asked Kim if she would like to try out the kitchen. After a quick inspection of food available, she started working. I must admit, I have seen a cooking show or two and Kim looked like she could hold her own with the best of them. After we had eaten, Sam thanked her for an excellent performance. I have to admit, fettuccini Alfredo with seafood is one of my favorites and this was the best, by far, that I had ever eaten. He hugged her with a grip that a python would have envied, shook my hand and whispered, "Beauty and talent. You are indeed fortunate my friend."

"When will I be notified if I get the position Sam?" She wondered.

His baritone voice almost rattled a group of hanging pans as he laughed. "You mean you don't know Kimberly? The job has always been yours. Your instructor, Paula Mason and I go way back. She said you would be marvelous and exactly who I was looking for. She was correct. This wasn't an interview, Kimberly. It was a meet and greet. That is why I asked you to bring your young man in."

Kim's expression changed from surprise to a knowing smile. "If I already had the position then why did I cook for you?"

"Because I was hungry my dear." He chortled. "Now I expect to see you at eleven sharp tomorrow morning. We need to get you acquainted with the staff."

Kim beamed and hugged the large man as he continued laughing. As we were leaving Sam bellowed. "I expect you both at my Gala event next Saturday. Be dressed to kill Kimberly. I am introducing my newest Chef and I want her to look stunning."

I am not even sure if Kim's feet touched the ground on the way out to the Blazer. She squealed and hugged me. I held the door open for her and didn't even think twice about it.

"Please tell me you have a suit or sport's jacket." Kim quipped

"Only the one I was buried in." I replied sarcastically.

"Men!" She shook her head. " If you are going to escort me, we had better get you looking presentable."

"Escort you?"

"Yes, my handsome 'boy friend' is going to escort me!" She turned to face me looking very determined. "Got it?"

I swallowed Hard. "Yes Mum! Will that be all Mum?" 

She playfully smacked me with her glove. "To the mall Kato!" she commanded.

"To the mall!" I repeated. As we pulled away from the curb, I wondered at what point in time, did I completely loose my sanity.

"No, I told you I will not go in there!" 

"Please Richard, I need your opinion."

"No way, Kim! Look, I got a nice suit. You got some shoes and a dress. You even bought a new coat. But I draw a line at Victoria Secrets!"




Best Friends Again



Her eyes sparkled with mischief. "Baby!" She stuck her tongue out at me.

"I'll be at FYE when you're ready to go" I thought that she was deliberately trying to drive me crazy.

An hour later she showed up weighted down with her bags. "A little help here." She thrust two bags at me. Wouldn't you know; Victoria Secrets! "Didn't want you to miss out. Wait till you see what I bought! You know," she coyly offered, "I could model them for you."

I started. "You--- better not Kim, If you know what's good for you." I warned.

"What you going to do Richard, spank me. Oh, sounds like fun!" 

I shook my head in wonder and she just smirked at my discomfort.

That afternoon we bought her a used Fiat so she could get around. Salt Lake City is set up on a grid pattern and since she took driver's training here, there was no problem with navigation.

For the next several days the restaurant consumed much of her time. Sam was very shrewd when hiring employees; no big egos and no prima donnas. She was one of three Chefs and soon Kim was fitting in as if she had always worked there. Some nights she didn't get home till midnight. But, she insisted that it was truly her 'dream job'. 

Me; I had my own problem; insomnia. Night after night I lay in bed wondering about my own sexuality. Did I find Kim attractive because she used to be a guy, or was I just drawn by her femininity, which she had in spades. Maybe the more important question was 'how did she feel about me?'

Sunday was her day off and she slept in. I made a quick trip down to a coffee shop and pick up some cream cheese danish and two Café Au Late. Upon my return she was in the shower. I put the bags on the table and heard a squeak behind me. I turned to see Kim's shapely bare backside scurrying into her room. She emerged moments later with a red face that contrasted nicely with her white robe. 

"Number one rule. No Streaking!" I laughed.

"Duly noted, you rat! Why didn't to tell me you were back?"

"I'm sorry Kimmy. Were you em BARE ASSED?" I laughed. "That's what you get for last night's crack."

She whipped a small pillow at me, which I dodged, and she sat down at the table. Before biting into a pastry, she murmured that she liked it when I called her 'Kimmy'.

"So what's up with this party that Sam is putting on?" I changed the subject.

Through bites and sips she told me that it was a yearly event to commemorate Sam's wife Isabel, who died in a car crash ten years ago. So near her birthday, he celebrates her life, with a "Winter Ball". Only those that are associated in the restaurant business are invited. Apparently, because of her love for the dining industry and dancing, Sam and her many friends have come to honor her this way.

"Wait a minute, dancing?" I questioned.

"Yes, dancing! Hope you're up to it, bucko." she replied with a smile. 

"Oh, Lord!" I breathed.

The week flew by and soon it was the morning of the shindig. I worked on a new song over at a friend's house. By three o'clock we put the finishing touches on it and I headed home. I wanted to change before we left for the party up at the Snowbird ski resort. Kimmy had a "hair" appointment earlier in the day. Her car was in the garage and her room door was closed so I assumed she was getting ready as well. A few minutes later I was changed and ready to go. This time, the bathroom door was closed, so I got a can of soda out of the fridge.

"Do I look alright?" I heard her, behind me. I turned around and there appeared a beautiful vision in an emerald green, one shoulder gown. Her hair was done up with a few long curls framing her face and it was slightly more auburn than I remembered. I almost swore that the Goddess Artemis, from Mt Olympus had descended to earth and taken her place.

"Do I pass inspection?" she continued. My mouth was dry and I mumbled that I needed to get a soda out of the fridge.

"Why don't you drink the one in your hand, silly?" I looked down at the can and blushed.

"I'll take that as a yes!" she said triumphantly.

I drove up to the resort in moody silence . I kept thinking about the two of us, if someone had learned the truth about Kim, how would I look? I guess the interaction with her peers tonight, spurred my doubts. I know that she suspected that something was wrong, but to her credit she remained quiet. This was a shame too because I was starting to appreciate her in my life. Before she showed up everything was dull and boring. Funny thing, I never realized how bad it was until she arrived. 

We walked into the Ball and I was very glad that Kimmy had insisted that I get the better suit. Although there was not a tux to be seen, everyone was still dressed to the nines. The wait staff bustled with champagne and Hors' d'Oeuvres. Guests milled around and a group approached us. They must be from Kimmy's workplace, I thought. They all commented how beautiful she looked and were introduced to me one by one. The group consisted of wait staff, Hostesses, chefs assistants and kitchen help. But they acted more like family than co-workers. 

"Yes, my dear Kimberly, you are here and you are a vision! Hello Richard!" Sam shook my hand and thumped a huge paw on my back. His smile threatened to spilt his face. "Glad to see both of you! Richard do you mind if I borrow your beautiful date for a bit? There are some special people I want her to meet. I will return her shortly."

One of the hostesses that Kimmy introduced me to, a cute young Asian woman named Charmain, placed her arm in mine. "Don't worry Kim, I'll keep him out of trouble!" So Kim and Sam went one way and Charmain and I went another. "You will simply love the food! Every dish is designed to be portable so everyone can mingle." she offered.

The buffet was impressive, not that I recognized half of it. Small bites on small trays weren't what I considered dinner, but there was so much of it! The aromas were almost intoxicating. Crackers and toasted croutons held a menagerie of different treats. Platters of shrimp puffs, melon wrapped in ham or bacon and something called bruschetta lured me in. Time to eat, I thought, avoiding the caviar.

An hour and 2 whiskey sours later , Sam and Kimmy returned. "My sincerest apologies Richard, Kimberly has been such a big hit, we couldn't cut our mingling short." Sam beamed with pride.

"Richard, Sam introduced me to so many people tonight. I'll never be able to remember all those names."

"How is food?" Sam noticed my plate.

"These are great!" I held the out the dish so Kimmy could help herself.

A couple that just arrived, caught Sam's eye. "You two have fun." The large chef walked away. "I have to go back to my rounds."

Kim munched on a morsel "This food is wonderful! The Pate' de foei gras is to die for." 

I agreed with her. I didn't know what pati- whatever was. "I'm just glad that they didn't serve liver," I intoned. 

Kimmy gave me a strange glance and quickly changed the subject. "Be ready, me fine bucko, the dancing is about to commence. "

The moment that I prayed, wouldn't come had arrived. I shifted my feet nervously. "About that, I don't know that I can."

"Not to worry Richard. I'll have you hoofing it like a pro in no time." Kim offered.

I didn't want to tell her about my misgivings. "I-- maybe we had better not."

"What's wrong Richard?" 

"I don't know." I confessed. "Maybe it wouldn't look right."

Kim's demeanor shifted. I could tell that I hurt her. "Well, I wouldn't want you to do anything that you were uncomfortable with." she sniffed. 

Her eyes became glassy and my heart imploded. "Kimmy-- look I didn't mean--."

"Didn't you?" she interrupted. "Feeling a little bit homophobic, are we? I didn't expect it from you." she snapped under her breath. That was it! She hit the nail on the head.

"Kimmy I didn't think that--."

"No." she spat. "You didn't think at all!" Tears started to flow in earnest.

"Look Kimmy---."

"Don't Kimmy me, Mr. Mason! I'll find my own ride home and I get my things tomorrow." And then suddenly she was gone. 

What the hell just happened? I only suggested that we not dance together. What made her blow up. "Well, that was a swing and a miss." I said to no one in particular. A knot formed in my stomach and it was huge. I really hurt her. Why the hell did I do that? I wandered over to the bar to get another drink. This evening was swirling down the toilet fast and it seemed to be my fault.

Twenty minutes and another drink later, someone slapped me on the back. I turned around to find Charmane glaring at me. "What in the fuck were you thinking?"

"What do you mean?"

"Kim is in the ladies room crying her eyes out, you jerk!"

"W-why is she taking it so hard, Charmane?" 

"You don't know, do you?" She stared at me incredulously. 

"Know what?" I really had no clue!

"You big dope! Kim's in love with you! She's loved you for years."

Boom! That was when it all fell into place! I was the reason Kenny's Mom transferred to Colorado. I was the boy, Kenny/ Kimmy fell in love with! That's why she returned to Salt Lake. That's why she wanted to stay with me. The knot I swallowed seemed to expand.

"Look Charmane, you don't understand. It's---- complicated."

Quickly glancing around, she took hold of my jacket and mumbled that we needed to talk in private. With me in tow, we crossed the room and headed down a dimly lit hall. She shoved me through a door marked Janitor.

"What's so complicated about this Richard? That girl loves you. Sounds simple enough to me." she continued.

"It's difficult . I just can't tell you why."

"Are you talking about Kenny?" She quizzed. 

I froze.

"Yes, I know Kim's a transsexual and who she use to be. She told me all about it. We have been doing a lot of talking. That's why she came home late so many nights."

I felt like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car. It never dawned on me that she would confide in someone else.

"Want to know, why I know?" Her glare could have cut glass. " I notice in her purse that she was taking the same hormones I do. I know this because--- I'm transsexual as well." 

"Uuuu--" I started.

"Ya, I'm a tranny." She spit "Do you believe me, or do I have to show you my dick?"

"Aaaa- no!" I choked. 

"Look Richard; Kim has been in love with you forever and you're lucky to have her! Kim and I have only been friends for a short time, but she is the nicest, sweetest person I know. She's beautiful, caring, kind and definitely doesn't deserve this shit from you! She told me how handsome you were and how sweet and understanding you were. Well, frankly I don't see it!" She snorted.

I finally found my voice. "I don't know what to say Charmane." My head drooped.

"You had better figure it out, Richard. Because if you truly care for her, you won't give a damn what other people think." For such a petite person, she was very formidable. "Kim truly loves you. She talks about you all the time. 'Richard and I did this' or 'Richard and I did that.' She has a great head on her shoulders. She knows exactly what she wants and it's you. Not many people would wait for someone as long as she has." 

Something in my gut told me to trust her. "Kim has been driving me crazy! My best friend shows up, one I've known for years as a guy. Then steps off the plane a total fox. She looks like a girl, acts like a girl; smells like a girl and feels like a girl. Christ! I even dream about her! I love having her around. She's so much fun to be with. My life feels like It's worth living again." 

"Sounds to me like you're stuck on her ---and maybe even love her."

"I don't know Charmane."

"You're bright Richard. Add it all up. She's your best friend; You love being around her and you think she's hot. If Kim were a genetic woman, you two would be doing the freaky deaky every night and we wouldn't be having this conversation."

She was right! It shouldn't matter what others think! God, I have been an idiot!

My life has improved a thousand fold since Kim came back into it. I really do love her!

"You got two choices Richard. You can either walk away and loose your best friend forever, or you can 'Man Up' and go apologize to her." 

"It's that simple Isn't it? I can either screw both of our lives up or I can admit to her that I love her." I decided.

She smiled. "Well, what you waiting for you big dope? Go get her, before she leaves."

I hugged Charmane, whispered thanks and bolted from the room. I ran down the hallway, tripped and went sprawling across the floor, right in front of Sam Travonti. 

"I think we need to cut you off, sir." He looked quite stern.

"Where's Kim?" I blurted as he helped me up.

"She just left the building and I got the distinct impression that she was pissed. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that would you, Richard?"

"Actually I do. But I'm going to try and rectify it." I breathed.

"Hop to it man!" He barked. "She's got about a five to ten minute head start on you. I think one of the resort staff was going to take her home."

I was off and though the front door in nothing flat. A car pulled out of a parking space and was turned to leave. I misjudged the slickness of the asphalt and slipped again. I slid to a stop in front of the car, which managed to halt in time. I got to my feet as the dome light came on. There were two people inside, but neither one was my Kimmy. I mumbled an apology and waved them on. 'She must have left already' I thought. 

*

"I really fucked up this time!" I vocalized.

"Aren't you done ruining my life yet?" came from behind me. I turned and Kimmy walked out of the shadows. She was about twenty feet away, but I could see that her eyes were dark from crying. Make up ran down her cheeks.

"I --." I choked as tears ran down my own face. "I was looking for my best friend. Have you seen her?" I stammered.

She softened a bit. "Maybe if you gave me her description." Her lip quivered. " I could tell you." 

My tears flowed freely. "Well, she is about your height and build. She's wearing green gown and she's the most beautiful woman I have ever known." I took a step forward. 

" I may have seen her. Does she mean much to you?" Kim also stepped forward. 

I took another step. "Yes, she does." I choked . "I need to find her and tell her something."

"What would you say to her if you had the chance?" She took another step. 

"I would tell her that I was an idiot and that I was sorry for what I said." 

"If I see her, and I'm not saying I will, is there any other message, you want me to pass along."

"Please tell her I love her and my life isn't worth living without her; without you Kimmy." I corrected.

A heartbeat later she was in my arms and I knew that was where she belonged! Our lips collided, as my tears and her tears merged together. This felt so good and so right. All my worries were stupid and meaningless. Our lips parted.

"I love you so much Richard." she breathed. "I think I always have." She sobbed openly and unashamed, pressed up against my chest. I drank her scent in and silently vowed that I would never let this happen again. 

"My heart knew that I loved you from the moment you stepped off the plane, Kimmy. It was my mind that had to catch up. I am so sorry I hurt you. " We kissed again. It was long and deep and true.

Applause broke out behind us. We turned to see practically the entire staff of La Trafois on the sidewalk. Sam was in the lead, beaming at the two of us. Charmane stood next to him smiling, tears staining her own cheeks. 

I held onto Kimmy through ten songs, slow enough to declare the dance floor R rated. Her head lay against my chest and when the band finished playing, the lights turned back up. After the applause died down she looked up into my eyes.

"Not that I'm complaining, but that seemed like a lot of slow tunes in a row." She smiled.

I shrugged my shoulders. "I slipped the band leader two hundred bucks." I admitted. "Had to make up for lost time."

My reward was worth, every penny. After a few moments, we came up for air. "So, I guess this means that it's time to go home." Kimmy pouted.

"We could get a room here tonight if you prefer, my love" I suggested. 

"Are you being naughty, Richard? Because if you are, I'll have to put you in time out."

"Is that a threat or a promise? I asked.

"You're going to have to find out for yourself. Besides, if I remember correctly you owe me a spanking." 

The room's lighting was very dim and woman in my arms was very hot. Our tongues intertwined in spirit as well as physicality. It seemed like every inch of her was pressed up against me. Kim sighed when I played my lips down from her ear to the nape of her neck, soft kisses leaving a trail of shivers in their wake. I nibbled gently on her collar bone and traced a path to the other side of her neck. She turned in my arms so that her back was pressed against my chest. I blew gently in her ear and tracked it's edge with my tongue. Her hands grasped mine and she guided them to flow over the contours of her body. Kim's ass dug in to the amazing erection that she was giving me, as her hands drew mine to her gown covered breasts.

After a moment of exploration she moaned "You need to undo me baby." She whispered in breathless tones, her ass still grinding into my member.

I continued to nibble on her neck as the zipper on her gown separated. In a moment it was on the floor and my hands moved back to where they needed to be. Her dress must have had a built in bra, because her breasts were bare and surrendered to my soft caress. Using my thumbs and fore fingers, I softly tugged on her nipples as she continued to moan. Kim spun back around and her lips found mine again. Her hands however were devoted to another task. My pants dropped to the floor to lay with her gown and her fingers pulled the band of my briefs down to join the other clothing. She pushed and I fell backwards on the bed. My pants and socks were pulled from my feet, as if by magic. I slid my body back to the headboard. Standing at the foot of the bed, Kimberly wore only a g string and hosiery, the color of emeralds. What little light there was, showed off every curve on her beautiful body. 

"You ready for me baby?" She growled. 

All I could do was nod. My throat was much too dry to speak. She slowly crawled to me on all fours, a lioness in search of her prey! Up over my legs, her eyes locked on mine. Past my waist and chest her face drew close. The tip of her tongue traced from my Addams apple, up to my lips. Her mouth was scorching hot as it found mine and pulled me into a relentless kiss. I was so aroused that I feared that I would go off too soon and pull an 'American Pie'. Just when I felt her tongue swirl in my mouth, she pulled away and grabbed my dress shirt. Her muscles flexed and buttons flew everywhere. 

"You won't be needing this!" she breathed. Kim still held my gaze as she licked both of my nipples. Lower to my navel and then to my--.

"Ahhh--" I groaned as her hand encircled my cock . She seem to marvel on how ridged 

I was. Her tongue lapped the length of it on one side and then repeated on the other. I involuntarily held my breath as her mouth sucked in my member. Her eyes glued to mine as her lips pulled more of me in. Never in my wildest imagination could I have dreamed up a fantasy as erotic as this. Kim inhaled all of me and withdrew, her tongue swirling around the head of my cock. Then back down the shaft, her eyes fixed on mine. Over and over she continued, each time her hand fell into rhythm with her lips. I went over the edge and couldn't stop. Her eyes widened a bit as I spurted into her mouth. Her ministrations slowed and she pulled away after giving my cock one last lick and kiss.

"Mmm! That was so good baby." 

"Kimmy--- I didn't mean to cum in---."




Best Friends Again



"Shhh." She interrupted me. "I wanted you to baby. I have to keep my man happy!"

I pulled her to me and our mouths locked again. I could taste the remnants of the cum she had swallowed. This only made me want her more. I reached down and stroked her G-string covered sex. Kim shivered and broke our kiss.

"Baby I still have a---."

This time I interrupted her. "It's ok Kimmy, I love all of you. I need to please you as well."

"I swear baby, I'm going to have the surgery so we can f----- ahhh." she moaned as I slipped my hand passed her g string and around her growing 'clit'. 

"I guess we will have to do the best we can till then, my love."

"Richard; you aren't playing fair." she sighed.

She may have complained, but I noticed that she didn't stopped me. I slid down and ran the side of my face along her 'clit" and pulled it from captivity, inciting another groan. She was only semi-hard, probably due to the hormones she was taking, but it didn't matter to me. I loved her.

Kim squeaked as I took her in my mouth and tried to give her as much pleasure as she did me. Aroused as she was, she soon shot into my mouth. I held onto her till the tremors of her orgasm subsided. She rolled me over and sought my mouth with hers. Our kiss reflected the beautiful bond that we now shared. Moments later we lay there in the dim lighting, pressed tight to each other, spooning. 

"That was amazing Baby." she sighed, her hand interlock with mine.

I nuzzled the nape of her neck. "Does this mean we've made up Kimmy?" I teased.

Kim gave me a playful slap and turned to face me. "It will when you claim me, baby."

"Claim you?" I asked.

Her eyes smoldered with lust as she caressed my cock again. " Claim your prize Baby. Fuck me." She smiled. "Of course if you aren't up to it---." she taunted. Kim knew that I was more than ready, the proof was in her hand. She continued to stroke me. 

"My work is never done." I teased back.

Kim reached over to the night stand and picked up a tube of gel that I hadn't noticed before. "I pick this up in the lobby, Lover. I'll need a little help."

I took the tube and put a large dollop on two fingers. Kim took my hand and guided it to her ass and whispered for me to go slow. She shivered when the cold gel and my finger entered her opening, she moaned as slowly I slid in, to the hilt. One finger, then two, I worked her puckered opening till my fingers slid in with ease.

"My God, that feels so heavenly and dirty at the same time." she breathed. 

She pulled my hand away and I slid my body into place. I had never had anal sex before, but this was so erotic and intense that we seemed to move as one. Kim took hold of my member again and she position me where I needed to be. Slowly I sank into her, till I was buried. 

Kim's hands held me there till she grew accustom to the feeling. "Oh! Baby!" she gasped. "Yes!" At first I though I had hurt her, but soon I could tell she was immersed in the sexual pleasure of it. Slowly I withdrew and then pushed back in to her.

"Yes!' she breathed. My lips met hers as I continued my advance. I picked up the pace and she thrust her tongue farther down my throat. Again and again I plunged into her. I could feel my own orgasm building. Her squeal was muted by my own moan as I shot into her over and over. I partially collapsed on top as I pulled free. Her breathing came in short gasps as I felt wetness on my stomach. In my moment of release I had failed to see that she had came as well. I slid beside her and wrapped her in my warmth. She turned into me, cuddled and slipped off into dreamland. Listening to her soft breathing I soon followed.

The next morning I awoke and notice a blanket over us. Kimmy must have gotten it from the closet in the middle of the night. She was spooned up against me again and appeared to smile in her sleep. I shifted a bit to rise out of bed.

"Hey, I was comfy Richard!" she bemoaned. Apparently, already awake. She turned to me. "Was it OK baby?" 

I knew what she wanted, but I had to play her a little. "You ever had a night you'd like to forget? "Her face was unreadable. "This wasn't one of those times."

"You rat!" she barked and punched me lightly, in the ribs. "You deserved that."

"That truly was the best and most memorable night of my life baby." I laughed and pulled her close. "Did you like it Kimmy?'

She shrugged. "Maybe you'll get better with time and practice, Richard."

"Practice---Time." I blurted. Her eyes sparkled with mischief. My fingers flew to her ribs and she writhed laughing. Kim pulled me close, her deep kiss stopped the torture and our lovemaking resumed.

Warm water splashed on me as I rinsed off. Kimmy was already done and I opened the glazed shower door. She handed me a towel and leaned in to kiss me. As I toweled off, I drank in her beauty. Nothing about her seemed masculine. I couldn't believe what I almost gave up. Thank God I came to my senses. Well, with help that is. 

"We have a slight problem Baby." She held up clothing, slightly worse for wear. "Your shirt and my undys are slightly shredded."

"You're wearing a dress anyway, Kimmy. Can you go commando till we get home?"

"Tell you what Richard. Let's stuff you in a gown, with no back and no underwear and make you sit on the seat of a car, in the winter, which was left out all night."

"Ok, plan B it is then." I acquiesced. 

After a quick trip to the clothing store downstairs, to buy jeans and flannel shirts, we changed and ate some brunch. I warmed up our car, grabbed our stuff and we headed for home. Kim's and my home. Thank God life would never be the same!



Best Friends: Ali’s Adventure



Gretchen and I met at her apartment on the night before we left for our conference. We had decided to ride to the airport together, so I packed my bags and went over. We had not really seen each other, except at work, since the Onaspa. And I was excited she was going with me to this conference. Most advertising conferences can be boring, and I was looking forward to a few nights of cunnilingus and masturbation with Gretchen. I knocked and she opened the door of her apartment dressed in only a pink robe and matching slippers.

"Alison!" Gretchen said as she hugged me. 

"Hi, sexy," I said. We kissed softly and she dragged me inside. Once the door was closed she took off her robe and put in on a hook next to the door. She was naked of course. I followed her to her couch. She told me I could get naked if I wanted to. So I removed my clothes and sat next to her, and talked for a bit. I told her how I had hoped we could share a room at the conference, but our boss assigned us rooms and I was stuck with Grace Jensen. Grace was around 45 years old with a hunky husband, three kids and a big house. All the other women at work hated her. She had the "dream life." So I wasn't looking forward to sharing a room with her. Gretchen got stuck with one of the younger women from the office, Angela Po. She was a bubbly 23 year old Asian girl. Gretchen joked that she would at least have a better view in her room. We chatted about work for a while. I got bored so...

"Do you want to fool around some tonight?" I asked

"Of course," she replied, sliding up to me. We kissed for a while. Then we got into a 69 on the couch. I just love eating pussy and she tasted great, so I enjoyed every second. After we were done, she asked if I wanted to use some of the new toys she picked up at the Onaspa. I said yes. So we went into her bedroom and she brought out a selection of toys; including butt plugs, dildos and a strap-on. I picked up one of the butt plugs (it was rather slim and about 6" long with ridges along the sides) and asked for some lube. Gretchen said she would lube it up for me and insert it if I wanted. I said, "That would be wonderful."

So she took the toy from me and went over to her dresser and grabbed the lube. She told me to bend over the bed. I felt extremely exposed as I placed my hands on the comforter and spread my legs. Gretchen gently rubbed lube on my butt. Slowly, she inserted the plug. Wow, did it feel great, each ridge sent waves of pleasure up my spine as she pushed the plug further inside. Once it was all the way in, my pussy was dripping and I was breathing really hard. 

"Don't move, honey," she said as she grabbed the strap-on from the bed. "I didn't get a chance to use this at the Onaspa. But I am told it feels awesome." The dildo on the harness was realistic and about 10" long. There was a control box mounted on the harness that she said made it vibrate. She put the harness on and stepped up behind me. Like with the butt plug, she slowly worked the dildo into me. But after a dozen thrusts, she started to fuck me really hard. Then she turned on the vibration, and I went wild. "Fuck me Gretchen,' I screamed "Fuck my pussy." She picked up the pace even more. The combination of the butt plug and Gretchen's thrusts sent me over the edge. The sound of her hips slapping into my ass and my moans filled my ears and reverberated off the walls. I came really hard several times before I made her stop. We were both panting very heavily and our bodies were slick with sweat. 

We rested for a few minutes, before I offered to return the favor. 

."Sure," Gretchen said. And she took of the strap-on and chose one of the butt plugs (this one was wider without ridges and had a vibrator inside it.). I got myself into the strap-on harness. I told her to lie down on the bed and pull her legs up to her chest. Then, I lubed up her anus and the plug. As I slowly inserted the plug, I licked her pussy, just like Lydia did to me at the Onaspa. Gretchen loved it. 

After a few minutes I had the plug fully inserted in her ass, so I stood up and climbed onto the bed. I attempted to insert the dildo into her pussy slowly, but since I had never fucked a woman with a strap-on before, I slid the whole thing into her in one thrust.

'Oh, my fucking God!" she screamed. 

"Sorry," I replied.

"Don't stop,' she commanded. "Keep moving."

I started to thrust my hips towards her. She in turn grabbed the remote to the butt plug and turned the vibration on. Her moans got very regular, she urged me to fuck her harder. The combination of my thrusting and the plug that was still in my ass started to bring me towards an orgasm as well. Gretchen's hands slid their way up my hip and her right hand found the control box to the strap-on. She must have turned the thing up all the way, because I felt a sudden rush of vibration on my clit. Soon we were both moaning loudly and my thrusts became more forceful. I don't know how long we fucked like that, but when we both came, I just laid there on top of her and panted. My thighs burned and my arms felt like jelly. 

"What a work out," I said. "Now I know why guys can't move afterwards."

"Ali," she pleaded. "Can you...turn...off the strap-on...please? Oh my god...I'm coming again." Her body writhed in pleasure and I pushed myself up and withdrew the vibrating, plastic cock from her. 

"Thank you," she breathed. "Wow, I love that thing, but wow."

I took off the strap-on and removed my butt plug. Gretchen removed her butt plug as well and took all the toys to the bathroom to clean them. "That was fun," she said when she came back into the room. I was still lying on the bed, rubbing my hips. She cuddled up next to me and within minutes we were asleep.

It was about midnight when I woke up. I had a very urgent need to pee. So I stumbled to the bathroom, relieved myself, washed my face and went back into the bedroom. Gretchen looked so beautiful. Her blonde hair lay in a halo around her head. Her breasts were peaked with light brown nipples and they jiggled slightly as her chest slowly rose and fell. I sighed, turned off the light and climbed back into bed. I curled up next to her, cupped one of her breasts and fell asleep.

Back to the Airport

I was the first to wake up to her alarm. I shook Gretchen and she reached over me to turn it off. As she did, her right breast caressed my cheek. I turned my head and sucked her nipple into my mouth. She grunted in surprise. I released her nipple and she sunk back down into the bed. 

"We have to be at the airport in three hours," she said. 

"That long, huh. Oh my, how are we going to pass the time?" I jibed. 

"I know one way," she said, her head disappearing under the covers and kissing my stomach. Soon we were in a sixty-nine. I really loved the tasted of her pussy. I don't think I could ever get tired of it.

After we came a few times we went and took a shower together. Gretchen brought the strap-on and the plugs so we could clean them as well. And since the strap-on was there, so...I took the opportunity to bend her over and fuck her in the shower. It was very intense. The combination of the hot water, her moaning and her slick skin made it very erotic. I almost wish there was video of it. After she came, we cleaned the strap-on and went to the kitchen for breakfast. Gretchen decided to return the favor, so she crawled under the table and went down on me. After my delicious breakfast we had just enough time to put on our clothes, do our make-up and hair and pack some sex toys for the trip, including the strap-on and lube. Then it was off to the airport. 

The cab dropped us off at the front and we made our way to the concourse. As we walked up to the security checkpoint, we saw Grace and her husband embracing. Grace is a tall voluptuous woman with red hair, freckles and a bit of a belly. Her husband really was a hunk. He looked like Harrison Ford, except his hair was dark black with a sprinkling of grey and he had a small silver-grey moustache. I definitely would spread my legs for him. "Damn, he is fine," said Gretchen. 

"Oh yeah," I said. "I wonder if he has a younger brother."

We both giggled. Grace pulled back from her man and looked our way. Gretchen waved. Grace waved us over. 

"Morning, girls," Grace said. "This is my husband, Harry. Harry, this is Alison and Gretchen."

"Good morning, ladies," said Harry, he had a deep resonant voice that made my pussy twitch. God, did I hate Grace. "Well, baby. I got to get to work. Call me when you get in to the hotel." He leaned over and kissed her. They hugged and he walked off.

"So, we have about an hour before the flight boards, so do you want to get some coffee?" Grace suggested.

"A latté sounds wonderful," I said. So we grabbed our carry-on bags and made our way over to the coffee bar. 

Nothing really happened until we were already in the air. Gretchen got up after the seat belt light went off to use the bathroom. When she came back she handed me something as she past my seat in the aisle. When I looked, I found it was her little black thong. I quickly put it in my pocket.

When I went to the bathroom, I pulled out her thong and examined it, stretching it with my hands. Then I took off my jeans pulled my white cotton panties off and kissed the crotch, which, because of my lip stick, left a perfect little lip mark on them. I balled up the panties. I exited the bathroom, walked past my seat, leaned over and whispered, "Thank you for the gift, let me repay you." I handed her my panties. She looked at them, smiled and laughed. Grace was listening to her iPod and reading a novel, but after the laugh, she looked over at Gretchen (they were seated next to each other); Gretchen quickly hid the panties. Grace raised her eyebrows and went back to book.

Several hours later, we grabbing our bags at the airport and catching a taxi to the hotel. When we got to the hotel, we checked in and went to our rooms. Our rooms were right across the hall from each other. Grace and I had a wonderful room with a view of the city. After I had put my clothes in the closet and freshened up a bit, I told Grace I was going to see what Gretchen's view was like. Grace said she was going to call Harry and take a nap. I walked across the hall and knocked on Gretchen's door. She opened the door and let me in. Her room was a lot like ours. I sat on the bed while Gretchen put some of her stuff away. Then she joined me on the bed. We talked for a bit, and then Gretchen leaned over and kissed me. I kissed back. Our hands started to roam all over our bodies. Right as it was getting good, we heard the door open. We had just enough time to break apart when Angela Po came in followed by a bellhop and her luggage. 

Dammit, I thought. "Hi Angie," I said. "How was your flight from Boston?"

"It was hell," she replied. The bell hop set her luggage in the room, Angela tipped him and he left. And for twenty minutes we heard how horrible the trip from Boston was for her. I like Angela, but man, can that woman complain. During the conversation, we decided to go get dinner around 6 o'clock. Since it was almost four, I told them I was going to go tell Grace and take a shower. 

When I unlocked the door to the room, I heard a soft moan from inside. I slowly walked into the room. The lights were off, but enough light was coming in from the shaded windows that I could still see ok. Grace was lying on her stomach in her bed and under the blankets. Her ass moved slowly up and fell down. I knew immediately that she was masturbating. I stood there next to the bathroom for five minutes, listening to her moan and watching her hips rise and fall. Her motions quickened until she came. Then I slowly stepped back to the door, opened it and said, "Grace, are you up?" 

She jostled around a bit and replied, "Yeah, um, what's up?"

"We were going to go to dinner soon. Do you want to join us?" I asked. I walked into the room all the way and turned on the lights. She was lying on her back; the covered were bunched up around her chin. 

"Sure."

"I'm going to take a shower," I said as I slowly removed my clothes. Grace watched as I removed my shirt and bra. I stayed facing her as I unbuttoned my jeans and kicked off my shoes. I had forgotten that I had given Gretchen my panties, until the cool air of the room brushed my pussy. "We were planning to meet up around six, so there should be time for you to take a shower, if you want."

"Sounds good to me," she said. Her eyes wandered from my face down to my pussy. It was exhilarating to be naked in front of her. I turned to retrieve my toiletry bag, which was on the floor in my carry-on bag. I opened my legs slightly and bent over, giving Grace a nice view of my ass and pussy. 

"I promise I won't take long," I said and walked into the bathroom. The shower was just what I needed. It was hot, and the showerhead had a massage feature. I didn't masturbate, although I wanted to. When I came out the light was on. Grace was standing over her suitcase getting out her own toiletry case. Her ass was very round with the cutest dimples on the cheeks. Freckles covered her whole body. When she turned, I got to see her front. Her breasts sagged slightly and she had very large pink nipples. Her pussy was trimmed, but the bright red hair with a few sprinkles of white drew my eye right to it. 

"All yours," I said, as I walked over to my suitcase. When she passed me, I took the opportunity to check out her ass again. Wow, she even walks sexier when she's naked.

I checked the time as I heard the shower start up again, 4:30. I grabbed my clothes walked over to the bed. I put on a short blue skirt, a blue bra and a blue silk blouse. I decided not to wear panties again. I put on my make-up in the mirror across from my bed. I was brushing my hair when Grace came out of the bathroom. Other than the towel around her hair, she was naked. I watched her from my bed as she dressed. We talked about restaurant choices, and she asked me to help her choose clothes. The whole time I drank in her body. I followed her breasts as she bent over to choose her underwear. I stared at her ass as she pulled her panties up. I was being so bad, and as I felt my pussy moisten, I realized I might need to put some panties on. When Grace went into the bathroom to put on her make-up, I wiped my pussy with my old panties, quickly took out the matching panties to my bra and put them on.

When we were ready, I called over to Gretchen and Angela's room. At first I didn't get an answer, and when I called back Gretchen answered. She said they were almost ready and to come over. We found the door ajar when we crossed the hall and the two of them were in the bathroom doing their hair. We chatted for a while and decided to ask the concierge for a good sushi place. 

We made our way to the lobby and talked to the concierge, he was a really hot Latino man named Ramón. He called us a cab and we were off to the sushi place. Dinner was great, the sushi place had a bar, and so after we ate, we went to the bar for drinks. We talked about work for a while, but after a few drinks Gretchen asked Grace where she met her husband. Well actually she said, "Where did you get such a fine looking Han Solo?"

Grace looked surprised. She stammered a bit, and then said, "At a party, when I was in college. I was dating one of his frat brothers, and after that went south, we started dating. And as they say, it went from there."

"Does he have a brother?" asked Gretchen.

"No, just a sister," said Grace.

"That might work, if she's as hot as Harry," said Gretchen.

"What?" Angela and Grace said in unison.

I started laughing, and that caused Gretchen to laugh which caused the others to laugh. I asked Angela if she had a boyfriend.

She said, "No, men are too needy, and I don't have time for one."

"Maybe Grace should set you up with Harry's sister?" I said.

We all laughed again. After another round or two, we decided to head back to the hotel. When we arrived back, we heard dance music coming from the hotel bar. Angela lit up.

"We should dance for a while," she said.

"That sounds great to me," agreed Grace.

"I will be there in a few, I need to hit the little girl's room," I said. 

"Me, too," said Gretchen.

Angela and Grace headed to the bar, and we went to the restroom. I went into a stall to pee; Gretchen went into the one next to me. After I finished, I heard a gentle tap on the door. "Can I come in?" I heard from outside. It was Gretchen. I undid the latch and she came in, closing the door behind her. Her hands grabbed my head and she leaned down for a very passionate kiss. As she stood up, she said, "We should head back to one of the rooms soon. I want to taste you again." With that she exited the stall. We washed our hands and went back to the bar. Angela and Grace were dancing with some guys when we got back. Gretchen pulled me on the dance floor. Soon, we were dancing with some guys, too.

Ramón, the concierge came in. He started to dance with Angela. Gretchen moved up behind them. It was sexy. The guy I was dancing with leaned in and asked if I wanted to go up stairs with him, his name was Paul and he was not what I was looking for that night. I politely said no. He seemed ok with it, but after the song was over, he went to dance with some blonde in a red dress. Grace had moved over to a table and was sipping a drink.

Gretchen gave me a nod and I knew it was "time to leave." I walked over to Grace, and asked her how she was doing. She said she was fine, just taking a break. Gretchen stumbled over next to us. She seemed to be a "little drunk". 

She said, "I am feeling a little dizzy. I think I am going to go upstairs."

"Let me walk you up. I think I am ready for bed, too." I said.

"Night," Grace said, and we left.

We were going to use Gretchen's room, but when she looked in her pockets, she didn't have a key. So we went into my room. As soon as the door closed our hands were all over each other. Then we moved over to my bed. I pulled her pants off as she undid them and we fell into my bed. Lydia pushed up my skirt and we moved into a 69. We only had a limited amount of time so we worked fast, both of us came quickly. Then Gretchen and I went down to the front desk to get a new key, so she could get into her room. After we got the key, we went by the bar again. Angela and Grace were still dancing so we went back up to Gretchen's room. I hiked up my skirt and took off my panties. Gretchen removed her clothes and pulled out the strap-on. She bent me over and fucked me hard and fast. I came really quickly, but before we could switch we heard Grace and Angela singing in the hall. Gretchen tossed the strap-on into her luggage and I dropped my skirt. Gretchen grabbed her robe and ran into the bathroom.

I didn't know what to do so I just stood there. Angela came stumbling into the room. Looked around and said, "What're you doing here?"

"Gretchen's in the bathroom, she started to feel sick so I stayed in here with her." I replied.

Just then Gretchen flushed the toilet and came out looking well worn and tired. "Hey," she said. "I think I am going to sleep now." She slowly walked over to her bed and took off her robe and laid down. 

"Night guys," I said and I went to my room.

Grace was in the bathroom, so I started to take off my clothes. I realized then that my panties were still on Gretchen's floor. I took out a large t-shirt and put it on. When Grace came out she was wearing just a pair of panties. We talked for a minute, then I went to the bathroom and she went to bed.

Over the next three days, it went pretty much that way. Every chance Gretchen and I got to be alone we were fooling around. We would try to sneak away at lunch or leave early from dinner. We would go down on each other or masturbate together. The strap-on was only brought out when we knew Grace and Angela were at a seminar on art design or in a long meeting. Two days in, we had the Women in Advertising Panels and Luncheon. So, I knew Gretchen and I would not be able to get away for our afternoon meal. Instead, I started the day wearing my small vibrator harness under my panties. During the morning break, I gave the wireless remote to Gretchen, and for the rest of the day, she would turn it on at random times. God, it was great. All the sneaking around made every flutter and orgasm feel even naughtier. 




Best Friends: Ali’s Adventure



We thought we were keeping things quiet, but on the fourth day of the conference, while the four of us were eating dinner at a quiet little bistro a few blocks north of the hotel, Grace confronted us.

"What is it with you guys?" said Grace. "First, there was the panty thing on the airplane. Then, there was the thing about me hooking you up with Harry's sister. And now, all the flirty looks when you think I'm not looking."

"Um," I said. "Well."

"This is getting good," said Angela. "I want to hear more about the panty thing.

"We, uh" said Gretchen.

"Are you guys hooking up?" Grace asked. "Or are you just playing with us?"

"Remember how Alison and I both went away a couple weeks ago?" started Gretchen. "Well we sort of met up, not on purpose. We just happened to be at the same place."

"And where was that?" Grace said.

"A spa, a private spa," I said. "I went there with a friend for the weekend, Gretchen showed up on Saturday."

"And?" asked Angela.

"Well," Gretchen said. "It was a kind of nudist spa, for women only."

"And?" said Grace.

"Nudist?" asked Angela. "You guys are nudists who play with panties?"

"Well, we sort of..." I started. "...had sex," finished Gretchen.

"Wow, that's awesome," said Angela. "I would have never pegged either one of you for... I don't know how to say it."

"Lesbians," said Grace.

"Well, yeah."

"Oh no, I am not a lesbian," Gretchen said. "It's just different and fun...sometimes."

"I would say the same; I love a good dick every now and then." I said. Everyone giggled.

"I can...I can understand that," Angela said. "So you two have been sneaking around, that's why you two always seem to run off at about the same time, huh?"

"Yeah," I said.

"That is something I never would have expected," laughed Angela, "The Ice Queen and the Dragon Lady hooking up at a conference."

"What did you call me?" Gretchen said.

"Don't you know your nicknames around the office?" said Grace. "I'm the 'Perfect Old Bitch'; Angela is the China Doll..."

"Hey, I'm Korean, not Chinese!"

"...Gretchen is the Ice Queen, and Alison is the Shark Lady."

"All the guys in the office have nicknames for us? Aw, I think it's cute and shows how childish and insecure they are," said Angela. "They must really think we are sexy and unobtainable."

"I am not an Ice Queen!" snapped Gretchen in a forced whisper. "I am a very warm person."

"I bet, you certainly look hot to me," commented Angela.

"So do they think I'm mean?" I asked. 

"I think they mean you are a man-eater."

"Well, that's a lie." I said

"That's true, you seem to have expanded what you eat recently," Angela joked, licking her lips seductively. I blushed. Gretchen still seemed mad.

"It's ok Gretchen, we know you aren't cold."

"Men, Hmf, Maybe I'll just give them up."

"Calm down Gretchen. I didn't mean to upset you this much," apologized Grace. 

"Call me a damned Ice Queen, those bloated toads. Glad I never slept with any of them. Losers," Gretchen ranted, crossing her arms across her chest. I think she was either going to cry or punch someone. At that moment our waiter walked and asked if we were enjoying our meals.

"No." Gretchen barked.

"Ignore her, she's a little upset," apologized Angela, "Everything been awesome."

The waiter scurried off like a kicked puppy.

I touched Gretchen's elbow. She turned and glared at me. I stuck my tongue. She smiled slightly. I licked my lips and she raised her eyebrow at me. Then, her smile grew a bit larger. 

Grace and Angela were staring at us when we looked back at them.

"You guys are like a pair of horny teenagers," Grace said.

"It's so cute," giggled Angela.

Gretchen sneered at them. I stuck my tongue out at them.

"Hey, lady, don't start that flirting thing with me," chided Grace.

"Yeah, don't stick it out unless you plan on using it," said Angela. I blushed, Grace laughed and Gretchen pushed playfully Angela. After that we resume eating dinner. Then we had a few drinks at the hotel bar. Then Grace and Angela decided to hang around the bar and dance. When Gretchen and I excused ourselves for the night, Angela leaned in to hug us and said, "Have fun kids." Grace seemed content to just wave as she danced with a very tall and well built black man. 

We went back to my room and fell onto my bed. We talked for a few minutes. Then I just rolled Gretchen onto her back, pulled her skirt up, pushed her panties aside, and began to eat her pussy. Gretchen spun around and pushed up my skirt. I don't know how long we were going at it, but suddenly we heard from behind us, "So this is where you two ran off to." It was Grace. She was standing by the door. I just laid there with Gretchen on top of me. 

"Don't stop on my account," Grace said. "I'll just go take a shower. By the way, Angela is down stairs with that hot little Latino concierge. I think you two might not be the only ones getting some tonight."

With that she walked into the bathroom and shut the door.

Gretchen attacked my pussy again and I returned the favor. Soon Grace came back into the room. She was naked. I had my head back moaning when she walked in. I watched her as she walked over to her bed. She plopped down on her stomach and just watched us, her round ass sticking up behind her head like two hills. Gretchen must have wondered what had grabbed my attention, because she raised her head from my pussy. Grace gestured for us to continue. I told Gretchen to get off me and then I started to undress my bedmate fully. After she was naked, I took off my skirt, bra and blouse. I climbed into my bed and we started to make out again. Out of the corner of my eye I saw that Grace had her right arm under her and was openly masturbating. I worked my way down Gretchen's body to her pussy. I went down on her. Then we switched and she went down on me. I watched Grace masturbate as Gretchen work her magic on my pussy. It was very sex. Grace's ass rose ever so slightly every few seconds as she fingered herself. Her eyes glued on our lovemaking. I came rather violently, bucking and screaming. Grace moaned in response, and bucked her ass higher in the air as she came.

This situation became sort of our ritual for the next few nights at least. Gretchen and I would return to my room after dinner and have sex. Then, at some point Grace would come in, lie on her stomach and masturbate while she watched us. The sight of her freckle-specked ass bouncing as she fingered herself always seemed to enhance my orgasm.

On the third night of our sexy ritual, Grace came in when we were using the strap-on. I was behind Gretchen ramming her doggy style, and it was obvious that there was a plug in her ass. Grace seemed very turned on by this, because she started to encourage me.

"Fuck her, fuck her harder," grace growled. 

Spurred on by her words, I increased my pace, soon Gretchen was going wild. Grace and Gretchen both came at almost the same time. After a few minutes of recovery, Gretchen and I went to clean up in the shower. When we were finished we came out, Grace was still lying on the top of the covers, this time on her back. 

Gretchen began to get dressed and I sat down on the desk chair and began to brush my hair. Grace was resting with her legs spread wide and her labia were slightly apart. I saw a little shiny point near the top of her pussy. She caught me looking and parted her labia. "It's my clit piercing," she said. "You could call it my mid-life crisis reminder. Harry and I were in Miami on vacation a few years ago. My aging husband had been talking about getting a tattoo for years, and we were both feeling adventurous. So we went into a tattoo and piercing parlor. He chose his tattoo, which was a heart with our kids' names around it on his left bicep. While I was waiting, the tattoo guy's partner asked if I was interested in anything. I said I didn't want to get a tattoo. She said maybe a piercing then. So I let her show me some piercings, thinking I might by some new earrings or something. My husband, in between his cute little winces from the tattoo gun, suggested getting my nipples pierced, I said no. But, after some harassing from Harry, I decided to get my clit pierced. What convinced me was when the woman from the parlor said it gave her more orgasms."

"Can I look closer?" I said.

"Sure," she replied.

I moved over to the bed, and slowly climbed between her legs. I stopped when I was about two feet from her pussy. Right at the peak of her clit hood there was a bright steel ring. 

"What really sucked was the time it took for the damn thing to heal before we had regular sex. Although Harry didn't complain much, I just gave him head a couple times a week and we did other things. I bought two rings when we left that night and some antiseptic. I have a plastic one that I usually put in when I have to fly, but as soon as I get into the hotel, I switch back to the steel one."

"Wow," I said. "Did it hurt?"

"Um, yeah, I had a needle pierce my pussy," she said. "Did you want to see it, Gretchen?"

"No, I'm good," she said. "In fact, I think I am going to go to bed. See you guys tomorrow." 

"Night Gretchen," I said, with that, she kissed me and left. I returned my attention back to Graces clit ring. Her pussy was rather pretty and the shiny ring had me fixated.

"Can I touch it?" I whispered.

"Uh, I...I guess so," she said. "Just be gentle."

I slowly moved my right hand up to her pussy. I gently touched her clit ring with my index finger. She gasped. I moved the ring up and down a few times, each time she slightly moaned a little louder.

"Do you want me to stop?' I asked.

"No," she gasped. "It just feels really good."

I started to wiggle the ring with more force for a minute or so. Her almost silent moans steadily got louder. I pushed the ring up until I saw her clit, she gasped and moaned. I took my thumb and rubbed her clit. "Oh, god," she moaned.

I looked up at her; she was staring down at me wide eyed. I smiled at her and said, "Are you ok with this?"

"I don't know. It feels good. But, I just don't know."

"I can stop if you want," I whispered. I kept my hand still.

"I think...I want...I just don't know." She looked very scared, so I pulled away. 

"You can do it yourself, if you want?" I suggested. "In fact, we can both work our clits together.'

I moved so that we were sitting and facing each other. I spread my legs and moved my hand down to my pussy. She did the same. Soon we were both masturbating pretty heavily. After both of us came, I moved over to my bed, and then we both went to sleep.

In the morning, I went to shower and when I came out Grace was on the phone with her husband. "I am not lying, honey," she said. "She touched my clit piercing; she kind of played with it really."

I must have looked shocked, because she smiled at me and mouthed 'It's ok'. I walked over by my bed, naked. 

"She's right here, if you want to ask her for yourself." Grace taunted into the phone. I shook my head and mouthed 'No'. "Ok, I'll put her on the phone."

She tried to hand me the phone. I pushed it away, but she kept insisting. So I gave in. 

"Hello."

"Is this Alison?"

"Yeah."

"The brunette I met at the airport?"

"That's me."

"And you touched my wife's clit piercing?"

"That's right, I touched it last night. I started to play with it and was even ready to get your wife off, but she stopped me."

Grace was laying there on her bed. She had the sheets pushed down to her waist. Her nipples were sticking out. This was turning her on, I thought. My pussy was definitely wet. God I wanted to finger myself right now.

"Really," Harry said. "Wow, I can't believe it."

"Believe it, buster," I said. I winked at Grace. "I would have even gone down on her, if she would have let me. She has a lovely pussy."

Grace laughed at that. Harry just breathed really hard through the phone. I handed the phone back to Grace and sat down on her bed. "See I told you," Grace said, she listened to Harry for a few seconds, "Oh really, well I guess I can tell her that. Harry says 'You can touch my wife anytime you want'. I think our little encounter is really turning him on." 

"He's not the only one," I said, looking straight in Grace's eyes. She smiled sheepishly. I pointed down at her nipples. Her smile got bigger. 

"So you want me to let Alison ravage me?" asked Grace. "Oh I see. If that's what you want, I guess I will just let her. I mean, we are both sitting on my bed naked right now, and we have some time before breakfast. "

"I'm game," I said a little louder than I needed. I winked at her. She smiled bigger, and she threw the covers off her naked body. I stared at her, not sure whether she was playing or not. She nodded her head very vigorously. I started rubbing her legs. 

"She's rubbing my legs... It feels real good. Ali's moved up to my thighs. She's leaning into my legs and kissing my thighs. She's rubbing my pussy with her hand. Oh my, her hands are soft. She's playing with my clit ring now. Oh, god this feels good. "

I kept playing with her clit, pulling and wiggling her piercing. She kept moaning into the phone. With my free hand, I rubbed her pussy along her opening. I looked up at her face, her eyes were closed. I slowed my movement and tapped her thigh with my head. She looked down at me. I glanced down at her pussy and gently pressed my left index finger at her opening. She nodded her head slowly. I pushed two fingers into her pussy.

"Oh my god, baby, She is fingering me now. Her fingers are inside me."

I fingered her for several minutes, and she moaned and twisted the whole time. I looked up into her eyes the whole time. I leaned in further my mouth just a few inches from her pussy. I teased her clit with my thumb and fucked her for a minute longer. Grace looked down at me. Slowly, she placed her hand on my head and rubbed my hair. Her hand gripped my hair and pulled my head towards her pussy. I licked her clit and she grunted into the phone. "She's licking me. Oh my god, she's licking me!"

I put all my cunnilingus skills into making Grace cum. It was different than with any of the women before, the clit ring clicked against my teeth and I had fun pulling on it with my teeth and lips. She panted, moaned and squealed into the phone. Her hand went from gentle caresses to just holding my head to her crotch. Her hips bucked into my face with each lick. "I'm coming," she screamed into the phone. "Oh my god, Harry, I'm coming!"

I kept licking her after she came. Her thighs gripped my head, pinning me to her crotch. Her pussy tasted wonderful after she came. I just couldn't stop. She kept on having orgasms. She no longer said anything coherent into the phone; she just grunted and moaned, until she opened her legs quickly and pushed my face from her crotch.

"Oh my god," she said over and over again, while she laid there on the bed. The phone was lying on the pillow next to her head. I could hear Harry talking on the other end. I moved up her body. I leaned in and hugged her, my face by the phone. "She's fine, Harry," I assured him. "She'll be ok, just give her a minute." I felt her arms encircle me. She was panting quietly. I picked the phone up and held it to her ear.

"I'm fine, Harry," she said quietly into the phone. "It was wonderful. Oh my god, I love you, Harry. Thank you some much for this. Oh, Alison. Thank you so much, both of you. This was amazing."

I moved over to lie next to her. I set my head on her shoulder. She put her arm around me and stroked my hair. I rubbed her stomach. "Harry, can I call you later. I need to get a shower before we get moving for the day." I heard him respond. "I love you too," she finished and hung up. 

"Now I think I owe you something." Grace said, "Do you want me to get you off?"

"Only if you really, really want to," I said, "But, I think I would rather you just hold me as I masturbate."

I rolled over on to my back. Grace moved around and held me in her arms. I started masturbate. Grace caressed my stomach, my chest. When she cupped my left breast, I sighed. She started to caress my nipple, pinching it every so often between her thumb and forefinger. 

"That's great," I said. She lowered her head to my neck and lightly brushed her lips against it. It was great. She was great. I came very quickly. When we looked at the clock, it was 8:00. Grace got up to take a shower and as she did she offered me her hand. "It will go much faster if we shower together."

We walked to the bathroom together, washed each other and got out at 8:30. Grace asked me not to tell Gretchen and Angela about this morning, until we aren't in public. I said, ok as long we told them soon. 

Elle called me just as I was drying off. I talked with her for a few minutes. She told me about her dinner with Lydia and Mandy. I would have been jealous, but Grace came up and started to rub my ass and tits. I mentioned that things were going well and I would talk to her later.

We dressed quickly and hurried down to the conference. We met up with Angela and Gretchen at the breakfast buffet. When we sat down at their table to eat, Angela said, "Morning sleepy heads." With a wink, and Gretchen just looked at me and smiled. Then they looked at each other and giggled.

"What?" I said.

"Nothing," Gretchen giggled.

"If what I heard this morning was nothing; I'd like a double order, please," Angela joked.

"You heard?" Grace whispered; the freckles on her face disappeared behind a beet red blush. "Oh my god, Oh my god, I can't believe you heard."

"It's ok, Grace," said Angela. "We had walked up to knock when we heard. We wanted to ask when you guys were coming down stairs for breakfast. And we heard noises from the room."

"Hey, I've been there. I know how good it can be," said Gretchen.

"Um, guys, this is probably not the place to talk about this," I said. "How about we skip the first panel and go back upstairs to talk? ...After breakfast, of course."

"Sounds good to me," said Gretchen.

"Ok," said Grace. We ate breakfast; I noticed that Grace ate sparingly. Afterwards we grabbed coffees from the restaurant and went back up stairs. We sat in Angela & Gretchen's room and talked. Grace explained what went on earlier in the morning and last night. Gretchen told Grace everything was ok, that we weren't girlfriends or anything. They hugged. Angela shocked us all when she said, "I think it's awesome, Grace. I mean, I was scared after my first time with a girl."

I stared at her. "You too, Wow."

"It seems we all are a little lezzy," said Gretchen.

"Yeah, it happened when I was in middle school...with my best friend's older sister ...at a slumber party."

"How old were you?" Grace asked.

Angela began to tell her story:

I was twelve, Jody was fourteen. There were eight of us staying at Jody and Chelsea's house. It was Chelsea's birthday; she was my best friend then. She had just turned thirteen. We spent several hours talking about music, movies, boys and kissing, sex and stuff. Later on that night, after everyone else was asleep, I started to play with myself. I had just found out about masturbation a few weeks earlier, and all the sexy talk had me horny. I was stroking my clit, under my blankets on the floor of their living room, when Jody got up to use the bathroom. I stopped; scared out of my mind that she knew what I was doing. When Jody came back, she knelt down beside me. She whispered, "Come to my room with me."

I got up like a robot and followed her. She told me that she saw what I was doing and that it was cool. We talked for a while. She described what see did to get herself off. We kissed a bit. One thing led to another, and she fingered me. And then I fingered her. Then we went back to the living room and went to bed...




Best Friends: Ali’s Adventure



"And that was it; I never touched another girl sexually again. Although, I have to admit that I have thought about it off and on for years," Angela said. 

Grace seemed calmer after that. We talked for a while longer and made plans to go out for dinner that night. Then we went our separate ways for the day. Dinner that evening was not a great experience; we ate at a small diner. The service sucked, all our orders were screwed up. Unfortunately, the burger, coleslaw and fries Gretchen had for dinner did not agree with her. So when we got back to the hotel, she went straight to bed. Angela, Grace and I decided to get some wine and snacks and of course chocolate, and then go back to the other room.

We watched T.V. and drank wine and ate snacks. It was very fun. 

Angela asked about the Onaspa. Well actually she said, "So you're a nudist too."

I said, "Pretty much yeah, I never wear clothes when I am at home."

"And you go to nudist colonies?"

"No, I went to a nudist spa for women, it's called the OnaSpa."

"What's it like? Is it a bunch of nude women having sex?"

"Not really, but yeah."

I explained everything that happened when Elle and I were at the spa. [See, edgefull's Best Friends visit the OnaSpa].

Angela was very intrigued. Grace asked questions, too. I felt like a teacher in a class. I decided to see how much this really interested the girls. So I asked. "All this talk is really getting me wet. Would you guys mind if a masturbated?"

Angela's ears perked up at this. "Ok, as long as I can masturbate, too."

Grace said, "Me, too."

I proceeded to remove my clothes. Angela and Grace followed my lead. Angela had one hell of a body; being Korean she was small with pert little breasts and a thick black pubic mound. She also had a small round butt that reminded me of a peach. 

Angela and Grace were lying on Grace's bed. I was lying on my bed, my fingers working at my pussy. Soon we were all masturbating. My eyes wandered around the room and saw mine and Gretchen's toy bags sitting by the desk. I got up, opened mine and pulled out a vibrator.

Angela perked up and said, "Toys! I didn't know you brought toys. Can I use one?"

"Sure," I replied. I took my toys out and sat them on the desk. Grace and Angela started to look through my toys. Grace picked up one of my anal toys, a series of 5 large round beads on a thin latex rod. "What's this for?"

"It's an anal toy," I said. 

"Oh, you like anal, too," she said. "Harry and I have been into anal, since the clit piercing. It was one of the ways we fooled around until it healed."

"Yeah, I love anal play." I said, grabbing one of my other anal toys, a medium sized plug. I found the lube on the desk and grabbed a towel from the bathroom. Both Grace and Angela asked for towels. So I grabbed all the towels from the bathroom. When I came back I found that Grace had the anal toy she was looking at and my egg vibrator. Angela had my largest dildo, a thick, 10" realistic cock complete with balls. I handed both of them a towel. Grace went back to her bed, I went to mine and Angela decided to lie down next to Grace. I lubed myself up and passed the lube to Grace, who squirted lube on her toys and passed the bottle to Angela. She put some on her pussy and on the dildo. It was amazing to see Angela's small frame take such a large toy as she just shoved it almost all the way into her pussy in just a few strokes. I slowly worked my plug into my ass. I looked over at Grace. She was having trouble getting the anal beads into her ass. 

"Do you need some help?" I asked. 

"Please," she said. 

I shifted over onto the other bed, and took the beads from Grace. I slowly began to work each bead into Grace's ass, as Grace put the egg on her clit. With each bead she moaned with pleasure, it took a few minutes but I got all five beads inside.

"These beads feel interesting. Not like a cock, but good," Grace said.

"They feel much better with a vibrator or a dildo inside your pussy." I suggested.

"Here, let me get you one," Angela said. Pulling out the dildo from her pussy, she went back to the bag, grabbed a vibrator, my 8" jelly one. 

I turned on the vibrator and inserted it into Grace's pussy. Hear head rolled back as I slid it in. "Oh...my...that is amazing."

I slowly continued to thrust the vibrator into her pussy. Angela inserted the large dildo back onto her pussy and started fucking herself very fast. As Grace got closer to orgasm, I slowly pulled each anal bead out of her, while continuing to thrust the vibrator into her pussy. After a few minutes, Angela let out a rather guttural moan, dropped her hands from her pussy and set her head on Grace's shoulder. "Wow that was great."

Grace started to come as I was pulling the last two beads out of her ass. "Fuck...that was great," she said after a minute of panting and moaning.

I climbed up onto my bed. Grabbed my own vibrator and began to insert it into my pussy. Angela got up and sat on my bed. She reached out and touched my hand. "Here, let me get that," she offered. I moved my hand and she began pumping the whirring toy into my pussy. Every now and then she would wiggle the end of my anal plug causing waves of varying pleasure. After a minute or so I felt a hand on my breast, it was Grace. She lowered her mouth onto my right nipple, sucking it gently. Under such intense, it didn't take long for me to orgasm. 

The three of us just lounged on my bed for a few minutes just basking in our afterglows. Then, I got up, gathered the toys and took them to the bathroom. I removed my plug, cleaned up a bit and washed the toys off. When I went back to the beds, I found Angela flat on her back in my bed and Grace had her head between Angela's legs. Grace was carefully licking Angela's pussy. 

"What brought this on?" I asked.

"We were both curious and we didn't think you would mind?" Angela said. I slid onto the bed next to them. I played with Angela's nipples and watched. Grace seemed to be a natural and Angela came rather quickly. 

Not missing a beat, Grace shifted on the bed, lifted my legs and dove in.

"She must really enjoy this," I said. Angela lowered her lips to my nipples. I played with her hair. Grace was a definitely a natural. She refused to stop licking until I pushed her head away. "Enough," I said. 

"I think she likes the taste of pussy," Angela said.

Grace smiled and said, "Oh yes, it tastes great."

"And no lockjaw," said Angela as she pantomimed sucking a cock.

We shared a giggle. Grace climbed up and laid down next me. We pulled the covers over us and cuddled. The morning alarm woke us up. Angela quickly grabbed her clothes, dressed and ran over to her room. 

Grace and I took a shower together. It was very erotic. We groped and pinch and played with each other. An hour later we were properly dressed. We called over to Angela and Gretchen's room. Gretchen was feeling better and she said she would open the door for us. Angela and Gretchen were still getting dressed when we went into the room.

Gretchen came over to me and gave me a hug. Then she hugged Grace and patted her ass. "I hear we have another cunnilingus fan." 

"Oh yeah," Grace said. "It was very, very fun last night. I can't wait to tell Harry... Oh shit, I forgot to call Harry. I'll be right back" 

She pulled out her phone and dialed Harry. Then she walked out the door. Angela came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, a big smile on her face. "Well, well, well it's been an hour; what have you two been up to?" I asked.

"Actually, we were talking about last night," Angela said as she dropped her towel and started to dress. "Gretchen thinks it was awesome that we fooled around." 

Grace came back in from the hall. She was still on the phone. 

"Well, I will be home tomorrow," Grace said into her phone. "I can see if I can work on something special for you."

"I think Mr. Harry is horny," said Gretchen. 

Angela giggled as she was pulling up her panties. I shook my head and poked Gretchen in her ribs. Grace pointed her finger at us and motioned for me to come over. We walked over to her and she turned her cell phone on speaker and said. "Everyone say 'Good Morning' to Harry."

"Good morning, Harry!" we said. 

"Morning, Ladies," replied Harry.

"We're heading to breakfast now, I love you," Grace said. 

"I love you too, Gracie," said Harry.

"We love you, Harry," we chanted. 

Grace closed her cell phone. "Now you've done it. He's going to have a chip on his shoulder, now."

We laughed and Angela finished dressing. The rest of the day was rather boring; we went to various lectures, classes and meetings. There was a closing party, mainly just a bunch of people milling about, talking about advertising. Grace, Gretchen and I were invited to dinner by some men from another division of the company we work for. Angela had dinner with Ramón, alone. After dinner we spent some time dancing and drinking with the guys, they were Gary, David and Silas. The guys were rather hot and for the first time in weeks I really wanted some actual cock. I pulled Grace aside and discussed how I was feeling. She said it was ok with her, but she would not cheat on Harry with another guy. Gretchen, on the other hand, seemed fine with the idea of some hetero-sex. 

Now, the only problem was that there were three guys and only two willing girls. Gretchen seemed to like David best; he was in his thirties, blond with bright blue eyes and a slim build. I liked Silas; he had brown hair and eyes. He was very funny and personable. Poor Gary was a little older than Grace, he had a full head of grey hair, but he was rather well built and had a very nice voice. 

After an hour or so, we left Grace and Gretchen dancing with the guys, and Silas and I went up to my room. We started kissing; it was so much different than kissing a woman. His lips were rougher. He was more insistent, more intense. It didn't take long before he had my top off and my hands were down his pants. Silas had a nice sized penis; it was about 7" long and very thick. 

I started to go down on him. After a minute or so, I heard the door open and in walked Grace, Gretchen without David and Gary. "Sorry to interrupt, but Angela and Ramón are in the other room with the door locked," said Gretchen. "So we thought we could crash in here." 

I stared at them. Grace looked at me and said, "You don't have to stop on our account."

Silas' penis had gone flaccid by then. He kept trying to stand up and I kept a hold on his cock. I turned my head and engulfed his penis. It didn't take long before he was rock hard again and I told him to get naked. I stood up and removed the rest of my clothes. Grace and Gretchen were both naked on Grace's bed, caressing each other as they watched us. When I turned back, Silas was laying on the bed, his cock standing at attention. I walked over to my bag and pulled out a condom, tossing it to Silas. He quickly put it on and I climbed on top of him. I lowered myself down on his cock and began riding him. I looked over at Grace and Gretchen. They were fingering each other. He felt wonderful, this was just what I needed, and I took my time. We shifted positions and I was on my knees facing the girls. They were in a 69 position. Silas began to pound me hard as he watched Grace and Gretchen. 

It didn't take long before Silas came, which sent me over the edge. I slumped down on to the bed. Silas went to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. My attention shifted back to the other bed. Gretchen and Grace were nowhere near done, yet. Neither of them seemed to notice that Silas and I had finished. It was very sexy, just watching the two of them going at it had me getting wet. Silas came back into the room and laid back down on the bed with me to watch. After about ten minutes, both of them orgasmed and Gretchen rolled off Grace. They turned and looked at us. 

"Thanks for the show," I said. 

"Yeah," Silas agreed. 

"You're welcome," said Gretchen. 

Silas cuddled up next to me and I felt his erection poking me. "Up for another round?" He asked. His hands started caressing my hips. 

"Um, if it is ok with Alison," said Gretchen, "Can I fuck Silas?" 

I didn't know what to say at first, but I decided to go with it. "Sure."

I got up from the bed, fetched another condom and tossed it to Silas. Gretchen climbed on to my bed. After Silas got the condom on, she pushed Silas on his back and climbed on top of him. As Gretchen started to fuck Silas, I cuddled up next to Grace. Grace leaned her head back and whispered, "I would really love a good cock right now."

"I can help you with that," I said back. So I got up again. I took out the strap-on. She smiled. "Get on your knees."

Grace got on all fours as a put the harness on. I climbed up on the bed behind her. I rubbed the tip of the plastic cock up and down her slit until she said, "Stick it in me Ali, and fuck me." I slowly pushed my way into her pussy. After a dozen measured strokes, I began to fuck her faster. Soon the room was filled with dueling rhythms of skin slapping skin and the moaning of Gretchen and Grace. Silas rolled Gretchen over and mounted her missionary style. 

After ten minutes or so, Silas and Gretchen both climaxed, collapsing in a pile on their bed. I kept pounding away on Grace, until she dropped onto the bed. "Oh my god, that was good." she said. She and I curled up together. We looked over at Gretchen and Silas; they were cuddling up just like us. I spooned behind Grace; she giggled and pressed her butt up against the strap on. I forgot I had it on. She opened her legs and put the dildo in between her thighs. 

Gretchen and Silas dozed off. The sound of their breathing was hypnotic; I must have fallen asleep for a few minutes. I was jostled awake by Grace's swaying hips. I looked over at the other bed, Gretchen and Silas were gone. By the sound of her breathing, Grace was asleep, but she was rubbing herself against the strap-on. I gently rubbed her legs, ass and back. Her movements were every determined. I grabbed base of the dildo and aimed the head at her anus. She pressed back onto it, taking a few inches into her ass. She swayed for a minute or two. Then her movements stopped. I slowly pushed the dildo inside her all the way. She moaned. I wrapped my arm around her and held her. She lay there for a few seconds, and then her hips began to sway again. She fucked the strap-on for a while longer, until she pushed herself away. She rolled over and whispered, "Mmmm, Alison. You are very sneaky."

She kissed me deeply and took the strap-on off me and went to the bathroom. When she returned she had the harness on. She rolled me onto my back and climbed between my legs. She slid the strap-on into my pussy in one thrust. She fucked my good and hard for a while. I pulled her down on top of me and whispered into her ear. "I want you to fuck my ass." 

She climbed off me and I rolled onto my side. She spooned up beside me and slowly pushed the dildo into my ass. It hurt for a few seconds. Then she began to slowly fuck me. She reached around and rubbed my clit until I orgasmed. I went and cleaned the strap-on and myself. Then, Grace and I curled up and fell asleep. The incessant beeping of the alarm clock woke us up at 6 am. 

We lounged for a bit, but we had a 10 am flight and we weren't packed yet. So we got up and took a shower together. This probably wasn't the best idea because we started to mess around almost immediately. I started by sucking on Grace's nipples. She fingered my pussy. Then I went down on her. It was probably thirty minutes before we started to actually wash each other. Once we were done, we packed things up as best we could. I called Gretchen. She and Angela were packed and ready to go. We ate breakfast at the hotel. Gretchen and I said good bye to Silas. Angela said goodbye to Ramón. 

We took a cab to the airport. Once we got there, Grace called Harry and arranged for him to pick us up when we landed. The flight was pretty uneventful; although, Grace talked us into a little surprise for Harry.

To be continued in Best Friends: Evening at Grace and Harry's 



Best Friends...And Lovers



I've known my best friend ever since we were eight years old. Her name is Jenn, and she's gorgeous. She looks so different now, eleven years later. She's brunette with blue eyes, about 5'9 and she's got the most gorgeous breasts I've ever seen - 36D.

My name's Mel. I'm blonde with green eyes, 5'9 as well, and I'm not as well endowed in the chest area but I've gotten many compliments on my ass. Guys always love to push their dicks into my asshole, but guys don't turn me on anymore. I've decided I'm bisexual, but I lean more towards girls. I don't know why, but there it is.

One day, her and I were sitting on the stairway outside her apartment, we were taking stupid pictures. We decided to take a picture of us kissing-we thought it would get the boys we date riled up.

We took a picture of an ordinary tap kiss but we clung to each other long after the picture was snapped. I slipped my tongue into her mouth and we massaged each other's tongues with our own, groping each other. My hands lingered on her breasts as I straddled her, grinding my pussy against her own through our mini skirts. She was grabbing my ass under my skirt and couldn't let go - her hands were glued to my bare ass cheeks. 

I let go of her breasts for one second to slip my finger into her soaking wet pussy - she wasn't wearing any underwear either!

I looked at her and said, "This isn't good. We're in public..anyone could come in and watch us hook up."

She agreed. She told me, "You're right about that. There's an alleyway that no one ever goes to right next to the building. I'd like to be caught, but I think a stairway would be uncomfortable. What do you think?"

I was hesitant. Sure, I'd fucked a lot of guys before, but I didn't want anyone to see me 69-ing with my best girl friend. Since she was so happy about the idea, I decided that I'd try it. Why not? I didn't live here.

She grabbed my hand and led me outside to the alleyway. There was a plot of grass, which made it easier for us to fuck each other. I brought my bag - since I had planned to hook up with her, I had brought some "things". We made out, trying to prolong being horny for as long as possible. I slid my hands up her shirt and squeezed her breasts.

I moaned, "Jenn, your breasts are amazing...your nipples are so hard. Can I suck them?"

She replied with a grin on her face, "I've been waiting for you to say that for the longest time. Just let me stick a finger in your pussy and I'm game."

I ripped off her shirt and started sucking her right nipple while she stuck her finger up my soaking slit. While I played with her left breast and left hickeys on the right one, I fucked her fingers fast. She was turning me on so much, and I climaxed to her moans.

She said she wanted to try 69 with a woman, and I had already been hoping we would. Instead of responding, I laid down on the ground and opened my legs and mouth - ready for action.

She lowered herself onto me slowly. I fucked her with my tongue while bucking my hips fast. We were in perfect rhythm. I realized this was the lover I had been looking for all along.

When we climaxed, we lapped up all the pussy juices and I reached into my bag.

I pulled out a double dildo. She gasped and blushed. I didn't know why she was blushing, but I slid one of the dildos into my gaping hole, and she did the same.

We fucked ourselves on them for quite some time, until we started to orgasm. I couldn't help screaming out, "Jenn, I fucking LOVE YOU, suck my nipples, you're making me so hot!" 

She replied, "Mel, I want to fuck you for the rest of my life, no one's ever loved me the way you have, and I fucking love the way you eat my pussy. It's so hot, and...I'm cumming oh my god, play with my clit! Eat me out, Mel!"

I rose up off the dildo and pulled it out from her dripping hole. She stood up and I buried my lips and tongue into her pussy. She was on fire! After about a minute, she was so hot that she came all over my face. I asked her to lick it off my face and she did.

Then I told her to get on her knees and lick my pussy - I wanted SOMETHING out of this. She obeyed, and I entwined my fingers in her short chestnut hair while I fucked her tongue faster, faster, finally till I was so close to orgasm I screamed out, "Come on, you whore! Fucking suck me off! I need to fucking climax and-"

I came so hard, she had a hard time sucking it all up. We ran up to her apartment completely naked, and lay together kissing for hours. She told me she loves the way I got so rough when I was about to climax. She found it so hot and that's how she finally brought me to such a climax that I came six times!

It's two years later and we live together now. I'm bisexual and so is she, so we don't date each other - we're just lovers. She still blows my mind everytime she eats my pussy, and I eat hers. I love her more than life itself, and I know we'll always be best friends - and lovers - forever.



Best Friends - & More?



Kristi wondered what these feelings were all about. She was married with three children. Her marriage was almost a fairytale according to her closest friends. Yet here she sits wondering what it would be like to make love to her best friend and her husband.

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Kristi had been involved in a threesome before, once during college. It had been her boyfriend, Jake's, idea. He convinced her bringing a friend of a friend into their bed would be exciting. She admitted she was Bi-curious and said okay. 

They asked a friend of her to see if her bisexual friend was busy the next weekend, after finals. Kara ended up coming over and they had a lot of fun. Kristi thought it was all ok until she found her boyfriend fucking Kara and her sister in their apartment. Kristi kicked them all out, telling Kara and her sister what sluts they were and asking Jake why. She told him she would've done it again, all he had to do was ask. Kara said Kristi would regret it.

The next day, there were pictures of Kristi sucking on Kara's clit as Jake was fucking Kara's pussy. Of course Kristi was the only one whose face you could see in the pictures and she was humiliated. Everyone knew, friends, professors, everyone. She was so ashamed she left the university to never go back.

After leaving in March of 1994 with one semester left to graduate, she knew she couldn't go home. Her parents had somehow found out of her "playtime activities" and made it clear they were NOT happy. Seattle had been a place she had dreamed of moving after finishing her computer science degree, what better place to try to make it; surely someone would want her knowledge regardless of the lack of degree. Unfortunately for Kristi, she was wrong.

The companies she dreamed of working for either wanted experience or a Bachelors degree, neither of which she had at this point. After weeks of hunting for that perfect job she realized her savings was dwindling. Knowing she could not return home after dropping out of college Kristi decided she needed to find something, anything to bring in money, she knew she could always go to night school to finish her degree and then quitting whatever job she had at that point would be easy.

Scouring the two Seattle papers everyday had given her no hope of computer science jobs. It seemed all that was in Seattle was used car positions, construction jobs and coffee shops looking for baristas. Kristi surely was no salesperson and definitely had no interest in anything construction related, that was what her dad had done his whole life and she new she would not survive doing what he had done.

Kristi had her mind made up for her one day as she walked into the Starbucks right down the street from her apartment to get a mocha and scour the classifieds once again. As she opened the door she noticed the help wanted sign hanging from it. Hmmm she thought, should I? Ordering her Venti mint mocha she sat at the corner window table, the same seat she always tried to get. It was great for people watching in between pages of classifieds. 

After looking at page after page for nearly an hour, Kristi looked out the window to find it had started pouring down rain. "What is going on" she thought, it had been a sunny day when she got here and she knew her choice of clothing for the day would give her no protection from this miserable rain. Back to the counter Kristi went, deciding another cup was in order if she was going to sit and wait this out.

As she ordered her drink she noticed that the young redhead helping her had "Lisa-Manager" on her nametag. She had talked to Lisa nearly every day as she ordered her drink here. She hadn't known her name nor did she know that she was the manager. 

Kristi realized how similar Lisa looked to herself. They both were what many would call fat. Kristi preferred the term BBW as she had been called by her last boyfriend. Lisa had curves in all the same places Kristi did though Kristi though Lisa may have slightly larger cupped breasts than her own 40D's but their height and build were nearly identical.

Kristi stood talking to Lisa as she waited for her mocha to be completed. After a minute, Lisa realized the barista had made a mistake in making the mocha for Kristi. She asked Kristi if she wanted to go back and sit down and she would bring her the drink once it was re-done. Kristi agreed and slowly walked back to her table, noticing the place only had two other people inside, must be the rain she thought.

Browsing more of the daily classifieds, Kristi almost forgot she was waiting for another coffee until she heard Lisa's voice behind her. Putting the paper down she reached for the nice warm mocha. Lisa stayed there a minute making small talk, noticing the paper opened to the classified section...the help wanted section specifically. 

Their talk continued for a few minutes before Lisa asked Kristi if she was looking for work or just seeing what was out there. As Kristi told Lisa about looking for computer industry jobs and how that was not going so well, Lisa suggested trying to work here at Starbucks. 

Kristi said she had seen the sign and was about ready for any kind of work. Lisa quickly went behind the counter and grabbed an application and brought it back telling Kristi to fill it out and she would do her interview when she was finished. 

As Kristi filled it out she wondered what her chances were of being hired. Would she be able to work days so she could go to school at night? She still had enough in her saving account to make it through the few courses she needed as long as she was bringing in some money to pay the basics while she took a night class or two each quarter.

Minutes later she was walking to the register to meet Lisa, asking her if now was a good time or did she want Kristi to come back later. Lisa told her it was a perfect time since it was so dead right now. The two of them sat back in the corner where Kristi had been for the past few hours, talking first about the application and job but quickly turning to families and friends, the approaching holidays and hobbies they both shared.

Two days later Kristi found herself waking to her alarm at 5am. It was the earliest she had been up since leaving college months earlier. Quickly getting ready she was out the door at 545, on her way down the street to her new job. Her first day was training, sitting in a small office in the back watching hours of videos on Starbucks, beverage preparation and customer service. She learned more in the 4 hours sitting there than she had ever though possible. "All this for coffee" she thought to herself.

At 1015 Lisa was peeking through the door to see how Kristi was doing. She told Lisa she had just finished the movies and was going to see what else she needed to do. Lisa suggested they go to lunch together. Since it was her first day Lisa said she would buy, giving them time to get to know each other and she could answer any questions that Kristi had. 

Lunch seemed like it was more of a social event than anything work related. They talked like they were old friends, laughing at stories, sharing their past relationships and misfortunes with one another. 

After an hour had passed by, Lisa glanced at her watch. She said they had better get back before the store burned down without them being there. They walked back still talking about everything and nothing.

After another 3 hours, Lisa told Kristi she had learned nearly everything she needed to know before working with customers so she should go ahead and go for the day. Kristi clocked off and grabbed her things, had it really been a full day already she thought to herself. Walking towards the door, all 5 people working said goodbye to her, Kristi wondered if this was normal or if they were just being nice to the new girl.

Sitting at her computer typing an email to her mom Kristi was feeling good about herself. She was so excited about her job, something she never would have thought before. How was working at a coffee shop so fun, so entertaining? Suddenly the phone rang, startling her.

Lisa said she was sorry for calling and bothering her but she was wondering if Kristi wanted to work the next day, opening with Lisa since Brian had called saying he was at the hospital with a broken leg and didn't think he would be in the following day. Kristi was excited, her first day and already getting to take an extra shift; this would greatly help her financial situation!

The next few months flew by for everyone it seemed. The holidays were busy at work, shoppers coming and going on top of the normal customers they were used to. Tips were flowing like water, something all of them loved! Kristi and Lisa had become even better friends, going to lunch at least once a week together and dinner a few times a month. Dinners had changed from just the two of them out at a little café or restaurant to meeting at one of their apartments or the other, with Mark, Lisa's husband.

The three of them got along great, often going to a concert, club or other event together. It was as if they had all known each other for years they had so much in common. Kristi occasionally felt out of place with the loving couple but they told her not to, they enjoyed her company and friendship.

One night at Lisa and Mark's place, Mark asked if Kristi had gone out on a date with the customer that was always asking her out at work. Kristi said she had gone out with Steve last week but was afraid it wouldn't go any further. It seems he had a way of bringing his work and ex-wife up at every minute, even when she was trying to drop hints she was hoping for some "adult recreation".

Mark asked if he could try fixing her up with a friend of his. She said okay but if she had a lousy time she would take it out on him. The three of them laughed and then Kristi asked what Paul was like.

Lisa and Mark told her how they had known him for years and had done a lot of fun things with him. Lisa told her that he liked fuller figured women and gave her a cute little wink. Paul was an architect at a large company in Seattle. He had been engaged for 4 years but broke it off almost a year ago when she couldn't understand that he still needed time with his friends sometimes.

Kristi seemed interested in all they told her and soon Mark was on the phone to make the arrangements. After a few minutes he hung up telling Kristi they would meet that Friday and Tango, a fun restaurant they had been to a few times together.

The next day at work Lisa asked Kristi to come into the office. A few minutes later, Kristi found out she was now the assistant manager. Only six months at Starbucks and already an assistant! The thanked Lisa over and over, telling her she would not regret it. She found out she now had full benefits and a sizable raise. Kristi was so excited, she asked Lisa out for a drink after work to celebrate.

Friday finally came with Kristi being in her own little world all day at work. She seemed nervous from the time she walked in the door that morning. When Lisa came in at 900 she took Kristi into the back to get her to calm down, relaxed somewhat. Lisa suggested Kristi work on the paperwork in the back, giving her a chance to be away from the distractions out front.

Lisa came back a few times making sure everything was okay when finally at noon Kristi asked is there was any way she could leave early. She said she was so nervous and still needed to go get something to wear on her date. Lisa let her go telling her to call her the next day and tell her how it went.

Walking into Tango at 7:00 she saw Paul sitting there waiting for her. Lisa had shown her a picture the day before and she was surprised this guy was still single! She walked over to him and introduced herself. He took a step back and said she looked even better than what Mark had described. Kristi instantly turned red and said "Thank-you." 

They sat down and looked over the menu. Kristi was hungry but didn't think she could eat. Paul made things easier, ordering them drinks and appetizers, all the while getting to know her. All through dinner they talked and then decided they would go to a little club that Paul's friend owned down the block. 

The club was nice, music played not too loud or too soft, it was a relaxing place for Seattle's younger professional crowd, perfect for a getting to know each other place. About 10 the music was turned up a little, lights started flashing to the beat and Paul and Kristi danced a few times, having so much fun together.

At 1am Kristi said she hated to do it but she needed to get going since she had been up all day since 4am and had to work at noon. Paul said he understood and asked if he could give her a ride home, she accepted. As they drove in his new BWM, Kristi couldn't help but smile. She had had so much fun with him!

As Paul took directions from her, he kept stealing glances at her every chance he got. Kristi told him "You can just drop her me out front if you want" and he asked if that was a hint she didn't want him to walk her to her door. They both laughed and she said "No, pull into the parking garage on the next block." 

They parked and Paul rushed to open the door for Kristi. She was about to open it but how could she not wait for this guy to get it for her? She smiled as he opened the door and put her hand in his, helping her out. As they walked towards the sky bridge that linked her building to the garage, Paul took her hand in his, smiling at her the whole time. 

As they got into the elevator, she pushed the 14 button and off they went, slowly ascending, Paul took her in his arms and thanked her for the night, telling her how much fun he had with her and asking if they would be able to go out again soon. As they were getting out of the elevator Kristi asked if there was somewhere he was planning on going as she opened the door to her apartment inviting him in. 

As she closed the door and turned around to enter the living room, he pulled her to him, taking her back into his arms. They stood right there, kissing and hugging for at least five minutes. Their hands pulling the others body tighter to their own.

Kristi was looking him in the eyes as he told her "I better go for tonight, I don't want to move to quick and scare you away." Before he left they had plans for the following evening, after she was off work at 9. As Paul left, she watched him walk all the way to the elevator and didn't go back into her apartment until the elevator doors closed behind him.

As she got ready for bed she thought to herself how much fun she had with him. As she was taking her panties off she realized just how much fun she had infact had! Her thong was soaking wet in the crotch and as it was released from her she felt as if the dam was broken and her wetness started to slowly work down her tan thighs.

Kristi couldn't help it when she lay on her bed and opened her nightstand drawer, grabbing out her favorite vibe. She turned it on and as soon as it touched her waiting pussy she was cumming. It had been over a month since she had used her toy and over a year since she had been penetrated by a real cock. She was so wet and horny she couldn't stop and continued to slide it in and out of her tight pussy. 

As her right hand thrust the vibrating fake cock in and out, her left toyed with her hard nipples, pulling and twisting first on one, then the other. As she neared another climax, she shoved the vibrator all the way into herself and took both sexy breasts into her hands, pulling at her rock hard nipples as she came. She came so hard and so sudden that she almost surprised herself. 

The last time it had been that good was during her threesome, which was also the last time she had a real cock in her. She had never experienced an orgasm that powerful from her own hands or any toy...She couldn't help but think of Paul and how he had affected her.

At 10am she woke...still feeling her wet pussy throbbing and begging for attention. She tried to watch the news to take her mind off of it but it didn't work. She grabbed her toy once again and laid there thinking of Paul as she filled herself up with that plastic cock. She was toying with her oversensitive nipples as her pussy grasped the vibrating cock into her deeper and deeper when the phone rang. 

Kristi tried to ignore it but knew it was no use. The only people that had her number were those she gave it to, those she enjoyed talking to. She quickly turned her toy off but left it buried inside of her tight, wet, hot pussy. She figured there was no way anyone would know and it would give her a reminder as to why she needed to hurry off the phone. As she grabbed her cordless off her nightstand she felt playfully wicked.

She barely had said hello when Lisa was quickly asking well, what did you think. As Kristi started talking, Lisa was giggling. Kristi had to ask her what was so funny. Lisa asked if she had interrupted something since it seemed Kristi was all out of breath.

Kristi thought to herself is it that noticeable? No she said...I was just hurrying to get to the phone, Lisa giggled and playfully said it sounded like you were trying to get to the good part. Both women laughed, Kristi felt her fake cock inside of her and with every giggle it slightly shifted, making her feel even better!

Kristi told Lisa how they had made plans for this evening and then told her she had better go and jump in the shower to get ready for work. Lisa said she would be by around 2 and maybe they could go grab a quick lunch and they could talk more then. Kristi said sure and as soon as the phone was hung-up she had that toy on hi and was cumming up a storm while teasing her hard clit and pulling her stiff nipples. 

She hurried to get into the shower and get dressed. She rushed to work and was nearly late, only a minute to spare! The day was flying by and the next thing she new, Lisa was there and asking her if she was ready to go eat. As she finished up her last two customers in front of her, Lisa grabbed Kristi's coat from the back.

They went two doors down to a little café for a quick lunch. Lisa instantly was asking questions about the date and what she thought about Paul. Kristi was all smiles telling her how everything had happened and how he has taken her home and how he said he better go so they didn't rush things.

Kristi told her she had had a dream they were getting married and Lisa said she must have been in the honeymoon part of the dream when she had called that morning. Kristi turned beet red telling her no she had been doing things around the house. 

Kristi could feel herself getting wet again just thinking about it. She wondered if anyone around could tell. Kristi laughed at herself at the things running through her head. She knew there was no way anyone could tell...she was just horny and wanting to go further with Paul! She could hardly wait to be off work and go meet him again.

After their quick lunch, Lisa left to go home. She called Mark from her cell phone and told him how much Kristi had liked Paul and how they were going out again. She couldn't have known it but Paul was sitting right there in her living room as she told everything to Mark.

As soon as the phone was hung up, Mark had told Paul. Paul could do nothing but smile and tell Mark how he had so much fun with Kristi and couldn't wait for another chance to go out with her.

Kristi closed up at 8 and was ready to leave at 845. She grabbed her things and headed out the doors, locking up behind her. She said goodnight to Jacob and Brianna and grabbed her phone from her purse to call Paul.

It had only rung one time when she heard a car honking next to her. She turned to see Paul pulling up to her. She giggled and held her phone up saying she was just calling him.

Their second date turned out even better than the first. After a light meal at a little restaurant downtown he took her to a club a little busier than the night before. They danced and talked and had a few drinks. Kissing and hugging was happening all night, with no complaints from either of them.




Best Friends… and More



Jennifer and Samantha had been best friends since kindergarten. In seventh grade they started to discover things about themselves and never told the other. By the end of eighth grade their friendship was almost nonexistent. They officially went their separate ways at the beginning of ninth grade. 

They had both been goth/punk. Dressed, ate, and breathed that world, that image, because it was who they were. 

When they split, Jennifer became the total opposite, she joined the cheerleading squad. Became a total prep. Jennifer had long blond hair that traveled a bit past the middle of her back. She had the bluest eyes anyone had ever seen. 

Samantha, at the split, sank deeper into the world she had lived in when she still had her best friend. She cut off her blond hair that had been to her waist. It was a short style, a little longer in the front and styled in the back. She dyed it pink the beginning of senior year. She had dark brown eyes, giving her a mysterious look.

Jennifer was now 5'6 and Samantha was 5'7, both were 18 years old. It was an early May day of their senior year. Both acted like the other didn't exist, both ignored the fact that they used to know everything about each other.

Samantha was leaning against a wall in the nearby park after school, surveying the people walk past. 

Jennifer walked by and sat down on a nearby bench. It was late in the day, almost dark. She was still in her cheerleading outfit from practice. Samantha watched as Jennifer's size 32 C breasts went up and down with a deep breath. So much could have been if only… she'd told her how she really felt. But nah, Jennifer wasn't like that anyway.

Jennifer had seen Samantha, but pretended not to notice. She pulled out her journal and a pen and tucked her legs under her and started to write:

May 12th

It's almost dark out now. I'm in the park, Samantha's here. Oh God, how could I have ever let her go. But I had to... our friendship was doomed when I found that out about myself so long ago. It was better it ended while everything was okay. Although nothing is okay. It just sucks with what might have been if she would have felt the same, but I couldn't risk telling her that. Maybe... I'm sick of waiting, and thinking about this, I need to do something… and I know just the thing.

Until next time...

Jennifer

She closed the journal and put that and the pen away. She looked out of the corner of her eye. Samantha was still there. Jennifer just saw her outline. It was now almost completely dark. She noticed Samantha had moved closer while she had been writing. Good, she thought, she should be able to see me then.

Jennifer took a deep breath and looked around. They were the only two people there. Not many come to the park anyway and it's out of the way. No disturbances if this all goes right, she thought.

She slowly started rubbing her nipple through the fabric of her top, then pinched it slightly. She continued rubbing it as her other hand traveled down across her stomach and into the waistline of the skirt. She slowly started rubbing her clit, moaning just loud enough for Samantha to hear. It only took about a minute more.

Samantha was getting turned on. She was sick of wishing, she was gonna do something. She inched closer and closer until she was right in front of her ex-best friend. 

"Need some help," she asked.

Jennifer looked up and said seductively, "I thought you'd never come over." 

She grabbed Samantha's right hand and put it on her left breast. Samantha started rubbing her thumb over the nipple. She kneeled down and leaned forward and kissed Jennifer hard. Samantha cupped her other hand behind Jennifer's neck and pulled her closer when she felt Jennifer respond to the kiss. 

Jennifer slipped her tongue in Samantha's mouth. She waited so long to do this. Their tongues danced together. As they were kissing, both of Jennifer's hands came up and twined around Samantha's neck. Samantha had slipped her hand into Jennifer's skirt. She slid one finger, then two into her hole and pumped in and out so slowly that Jennifer was going wild with want. 

Jennifer moaned, tossing her head from side to side on the bench back. Her lips formed a pout when Samantha's wonderful fingers pulled out. But then turned into a smile when Samantha lifted and took off her shirt and her 38 C breasts came into view. Then she pulled off Jennifer's shirt and leaned forward and started sucking on her left nipple. 

Jennifer twisted her hands into Samantha's short hair and thrust her chest forward. Samantha massaged Jennifer's other breast and then switched her mouth to the other nipple. Soon, both of Jennifer's nipples were erect and wanting more, but Samantha didn't return to either nipple when her mouth pulled away. 

She lowered Jennifer down onto the bench until she was laying. Then she pulled her skirt off. She licked on Jennifer's inner thigh, first one then the other. Jennifer thrust her hips forward impatiently and whimpered. Samantha very slowly licked up and around Jennifer's pussy. Then teased Jennifer by licking around her clit. 

When she finally did allow Jennifer the touch of her tongue against that sensitive part of her body, she groaned loud with pleasure. Samantha's tongue dipped into Jennifer's hole, reaching deeper than Jennifer had ever thought possible. Samantha's tongue traveled back up to Jennifer's clit and she licked and nipped at it. 

While she was doing that, she slid two fingers into Jennifer's hole and started pumping a bit faster than before.

"Add another finger," Jennifer nearly screamed, she was nearing orgasm.

Samantha did as she said and then started pumping faster than even she herself thought she could. 

Jennifer let out a scream and waves washed over her and Samantha quickly thrust her face down to Jennifer's hole and licked up all the delicious juices.

When it was over, Samantha asked, "Is that why you broke our friendship? Because you found out you were a lesi?"

Jennifer nodded, "I didn't think you were, and I thought it'd be better. But now I wish I'd have told you."

"Well, better late than never I suppose," Samantha replied.

"I gotta get home," Jennifer said a minute later.

"Alright, see ya tomorrow."

"Tomorrow it's your turn," Jennifer said seductively then got up and headed home.

Samantha licked the little droplets of juice off her mouth as she watched Jennifer's ass until she disappeared around a corner.



Best Friends are Best



"It's a beautiful evening" I thought to myself as I sat on my rooftop and watched as the sun began to set, staining the few remaining clouds in delicate shades of red and orange. No artist alive could capture the natural beauty of such a sight and as I appreciated that beauty, I allowed my thoughts to drift amoungst themselves.

It had only been a few days since I had broken-up with my woman, and I was yearning for her tender touch. Just thinking of her soft, delicate fingertips and long nails on my back and the warmth of her mouth pressed against mine brought a sudden pang of emotion to my heart that I wasn't perpared for.

Instead of blocking out the intensity of emotions that now flowed through my heart, I submitted to them and remembered all the times that we'd spent laughing together, sharing good times and of course, our love-making.

No matter where our relationship stood, be it on firm or shaky ground, our love-making was always incredible. We were always left breathing hard and in a state of euphoria just holding each other in the after-glow. How I missed the way her body moved beneath mine and the way her whole body tensed and shook as the intense orgasms rushed through her. How I missed driving her wild with just my fingertips and by laying gentle wet kisses on every inch of her skin. How I missed making love to her, and all the little things that came with it.

That part of my life was now over and even though I wanted to go back to it, I knew that I never could. These thoughts clouded my mind as I saw the last rays of light dipping below the horizon and I sat in the twilight, lonely and with a yearning for the fulfillment that only a woman can satisfy.

I was startled when I heard a woman's voice behind me. I turned my head and there stood Angela with a bottle of Jack Daniels in one hand and two glasses with ice in the other. Just like her to show up when I needed a friend and some comfort. I smiled realising that she'd always been there to pick me up when I was down.

"You look like you could use a drink" she said to me, understanding exactly what was on my mind.

"Thanks" I said as I took the bottle from her and drank a few swallows of the dark and fiery liquid.

"Hey, slow down there before you keel over, I brought the glasses for a reason" she said laughing.

"Thanks for the concern, but I'm drowning my sorrows tonight" I said and I smiled back at her.

She took the bottle from me and sat down next to me, pouring us each a drink over the ice in the glasses. When she handed me my glass our hands touched briefly and we smiled at each other. We'd been the best of friends for a few years, but nothing had progressed beyond that even though I'll admit that I'd considered trying at least a few times.

I knew that she was also nursing a heart-ache, a relationship with an abusive boyfriend that had taken all of her strength and courage to walk away from. It had been a few weeks but her confidence was growing again and that radiant woman that I had first met was re-appearing again.

We sat talking and drinking, sharing everything with each other as we always did, taking comfort from each other's company and when the bottle lay empty next to us, we realised just how long we had been sitting there. By now the alcohol had worked its way into my bloodstream and I was definitely feeling the mellowed out effects.

"Well that just wont do", Angela said as she started to stand up.

The alcohol had taken its effects on her too. I saw her sway gently from side to side, trying to gain her balance as she reached her feet.

"I have another bottle downstairs if you're interested?" she said and I saw her sly smile and the plain invitation written on her face.

I wasn't sure how to re-act. Here was a woman that I considered a really close friend inviting me back to her apartment for more than just a drink. 

"Coming?" she asked sweetly.

"Sure, give me a few minutes. I need to collect a few things" I answered. I needed to buy some time to consider this idea a little more. I needed to collect my wits.

I stopped by my apartment and as I closed the door behind me, the doubts set in. Had I really seen an invitation on her face or were my perceptions distorted by the alcohol flowing through my veins? I stood for a few minutes trying to set my mind around the idea.

Angela wasn't what you'd call drop-dead gorgeous, but there was no doubt that she was beautiful. At 24, she was small and petite with long dark brown hair that flowed half-way down her back and her soft brown eyes and sensual lips were the perfect accent to her tanned complextion. I'd joined her on the rooftop while she tanned in nothing but a bikini once or twice, and so I'd seen what was hidden under the baggy clothes she usually wore.

Her legs were long and smooth, ending at her small hips and tight ass and her stomach was flat with just a hint of the strong muscles rippling beneath when she moved to turn over. Once I had even walked out onto the roof to find her tanning topless and I caught a glimse of her firm, round breasts and small nipples before she had a chance to cover them them. From that brief view I had gathered that she was somewhere around the 36C mark.

Add all of that to her gorgeous smile, her kind and caring nature and her deeply intriguing personality and you get an exceptionally beautiful young woman, one that I had remarkably only ever seen as a friend.

I weighed my options, knowing fully where she and I both came from and I thought about how it would affect our friendship more than anything. She was special to me and I didn't want to break that in way, especially over a night a passion. 

I looked at the clock on the wall and realised that almost a half an hour had passed. Had I been considering this for that long? I decided to play it safe and went over to her apartment with only the intention of having a few more drinks and enjoying her company, nothing more.

When I knocked on her door and she answered, I was completely unprepared for what greeted me. In the time that I had been at my apartment Angela had taken a shower and was standing before me in a soft, silky robe and her still damp hair was tumbling down the back of it. I noticed with some delight and a catch in my breath that I could see her firm nipples poking gently against the fabric of her robe.

"I thought you'd gotten lost" she said smiling at me.

"No, I had to take care of a few things" I answered, trying to hide my wandering eyes from her.

"Why don't you come in?" she asked sweetly. 

I crossed the threshold and she closed the door behind me. There was no turning back now.

Her apartment hadn't changed in the few weeks that I hadn't seen it. It was still a peaceful place, not over-decorated or under-furnished, it had that touch of just-right and I knew that this was a reflection of the woman who lived here.

I still felt a little giddy from the alcohol I'd drank earlier and I'm sure than Angela noticed that too.

"Would you like another drink?" she offered.

"Sure, what will be our pleasure tonight?" I questioned back.

She laughed a naughty giggle, "Hmmm... I think we might need something a little more mellow for now" she said as she looked me up and down seductively.

I knew where this was leading and to be honest, I was scared. With both of us recovering from previous relationships, it could turn out to be a messy affair, especially since our friendship was so important to both of us.

Angela opened a bottle of red wine and left it standing on the table, coming over to me she said, "You seem a little tense. What's wrong?"

"I'm not sure that this is the right thing Angela, I'm worried that it will come between our friendship" I said nervously, knowing that I was probably blowing my chances completely.

"I'm sure" she said and when I looked into her eyes I could see that she was sincere.

"The wine will take a while to breathe, why don't you take a quick shower and relax a little?"

I definitely needed to relax, so I decided that her suggestion was a good one and took to the shower. The hot water rushed down over my body and after a few minutes I began feel the tension draining out me. I was glad that the shower helped clear the fogginess in my mind too, I wanted to remember this night for a long time.

When I emerged from the bathroom in nothing but a towel wrapped around my waist, I felt genuinely refreshed and relaxed. I found Angela in the kitchen pouring a glass of red wine for each of us and she smiled when she saw that I'd regained my calm.

"You definitely look better" she said as she handed my wineglass to me.

I smiled at her and shook my head, "I definitely feel better too"

She came to me then, putting her arms around my shoulders, and as if she sensed my reluctance, she whispered in my ear, "Relax, I want this. I've wanted this for a very long time but I've been too afraid to tell you."

I moved so that I could see her eyes and there was nothing in them to betray her words to me.

I felt hesitant and I couldn't decide whether to kiss her or not and she must have sensed that too because a heart-beat later, her soft lips found mine and she kissed me. All my hesitation and reluctance melted away at the taste of those sweet, soft lips and I couldn't remember why I began fighting this in the first place.

We kissed each other's lips, sucking them into our mouths and tasting each other for the first time. I suddenly realised that I had been wanting this moment for a long time too and that I had only suppressed those desires for fear of damaging our friendship. All that desire came rushing back to me as I let my inhibitions slip away and gave into the moment.

We were enflamed by passion, both of us finally submitting to the urges and desires that we'd suppressed for so long, and that were finally allowed to surface.

I slid my tongue between her lips and into her mouth, feeling her own tongue moving out against mine as we kissed slowly and passionately. Our tongues swirling around each other and exploring each other made our breathing faster and I heard Angela moan softly as my arms slipped around her waist and pulled her closer to me.

We broke off our kiss eventually and she looked at me and smiled. 

"That wasn't so bad now, was it?" she asked with a mischievous look in her eyes.

I didn't know what to say to her. I could still taste her on my lips and in my mouth and her flavour was intoxicating. I knew I wanted more. I wanted to take this beautiful woman into my arms and make love to her all through what remained of the night. I wanted to set her body on fire and expand all of her senses until she exploded in pure and utter ecstacy. I wanted to show her how special she was and how much she meant to me over all these years.

Without saying a word, I pulled her close to me again and kissed her, pressing her sensual lips against mine and swirling my tongue around hers. I'd given into the moment completely and was now operating on pure desire, the only thoughts that were running through my mind were how sweet she tasted and how I'd waited too long for that taste. 



Best Friends: At the Toy Store



It was a week after Ali and I went away for a very intense weekend. I masturbated every night thinking about the things Ali did in front of me, as well as the things we did together. It changed me, for sure, and it was a little scary.

Ali called me on Thursday night and said, "Hey sweetie! How's the week been?"

"The usual corporate rat race. How about you?" I asked

"Bad, but last weekend gave me new energy. I was in Chicago for a couple of nights on business. I'm exhausted again. We have to get away to the house again soon."

"Definitely," I replied. 

"So, Elle, I have an idea," Ali said.

"Oh no... Ali's got an idea!" I teased.

"Yes, well, remember I told you I'd take you to a great toy store?"

"You mean sex toy store," I interrupted.

"Yes! There is the most amazing place, and I made a reservation for you on Saturday." She was animated and pleased with herself to be doing something so thoughtful for me.

"Uh... well... what do you mean 'reservation?'"

"It's a special place that helps you choose the right toy for you. They'll even custom make them if you want."

"Hmm. Wow," I said, sort of unsure of what I was getting myself into.

"You don't sound into it," Ali said, a little plaintively.

"No, no, sweetie. I'm just a little nervous about what it's all about," I said directly.

"Do you trust me?" Ali asked

"Yes."

"Did you masturbate this week?" She asked boldly

"Yeah, like every day," I said, almost exasperated with how horny I'd been.

"Did you wish it could have been more fun?" She was on a roll.

"I guess. It wasn't as exciting as last weekend, for sure"

"Well, girl, you need better toys, for a starter. Please trust me and come Saturday. Come over to my house at 10am and I'll drive you there." She was insistent.

"Ok, I'll trust you," I said. I guess I'd trusted her a lot so far!

SATURDAY AT THE SHOP

I drove up to Ali's house and parked. I knocked on the door and she answered quickly. As one would expect, she was nude, with a waist chain.

"You look relaxed," I said.

"Yeah, doing my usual nudity thing," she said, flashing a bright smile. "I was just trying on some new things that I bought last night at the mall. Want to see?"

"Sure," I said, as Ali disappeared into her bedroom.

She came out a minute later wearing a silky see-through baby doll with high heels. No panties. The top barely came below her pussy.

"Looks great," I offered. "Very sexy. Show me more."

"You mean of my body or my outfits?"

"Outfits. I can see your body pretty well," I joked

"Ok, I only have one more." Ali disappeared and returned in a pale green sparkly top with a dark green belt. High heels. Nothing else.

"I like it. It really brings out your skin tone." I chuckled and said, "Especially good when there's lots of skin" 

Ali laughed and went back to the room. She came out in a green sun dress.

"So are you ready? Let's go!" Ali was so excited to be taking me to this place. I was already wet following her fashion show.

As we drove over to "the toy store," Ali said, "So, did I tell you about what I did in Chicago?"

"No, what?" I asked

"Well, I had the morning off, so I was masturbating in my hotel room but had left the door unlocked. I was sitting on one of the chairs in my suite with my legs spread really wide and the maid keyed in."

I looked at her with wide eyes. My mouth fell open.

"Yeah, really! She was completely unfazed. I didn't stop. I just kept masturbating and said, 'you can come in and clean up, if you don't mind my doing this.' She came in and cleaned up while I masturbated. It was amazing. I came so hard, right after she left."

"Oh my," I said, "That really takes guts. I could never do that."

"I think it happens all the time in hotels, although I'd bet it happens less often that they barge in on women doing it," Ali surmised.

We drove up to the "store." It was a nondescript although pretty converted house in a simple mixed business/residential neighborhood. We parked in back and entered the building through the back. The waiting room was elegant and still comfortable. The receptionist was beautiful, a stunning redhead wearing a very short skirt and a somewhat translucent black top. Ali gave my name to the receptionist, who made a call. 

We sat on the plush couch for a few minutes. I read the brochure and discovered it had an equally nondescript name: "SoloWorks." It described itself as a "haven for women and men" to "outfit their solo sexual adventures." I thought it was interesting that it also served men.

A beautiful brunette came into the reception area and introduced herself as Sarah. She was wearing a tight black top, showing off her perfect breasts. And she was just wearing smooth grey seam-free panties and high heels. I shook her hand as she said, "You must be Elle. Hi Ali!" Apparently Ali had been here before.

"So before we go back, I thought I'd give you a little introduction and let you know what's going to happen. First, I assume you're here to find some good masturbation aids?" Sarah was smiling earnestly.

I looked at Ali and then at Sarah and nodded in the affirmative.

"Great, so, we want you to feel totally comfortable here and I'll be your guide in this journey. I'm your consultant, and I'll help you with all aspects of choosing a design or designs for you. Ali, are you going to be here while we do this?"

Ali looked at me, and I said, "Yes, definitely. We're totally comfortable with each other."

"Good. I'm glad. So the first thing we'll do is go to a fitting room and talk about what you need. I'll examine you and talk to you about your requirements and masturbation habits and then we'll go to the "showroom," which is where all the toys are kept. There, I'll help you pick out some things to try. Obviously you'll get very aroused during this process, and I'm here to make you as relaxed as possible. Some women are exceptionally private and don't want to go to the showroom for fear of being seen by others, but as you know, Ali, this is a very discreet place, so I encourage you not to fear that step. But whatever suits you is fine, Ok?"

"Yep," I said brightly.

"Ok, so let's go back to the fitting room," Sarah said.

THE FITTING ROOM

We walked through a set of doors into a long hallway. It was sort of laid out like a small hotel or bed and breakfast. We approached a room and entered it. It was a beautiful, tastefully decorated room. A small day bed went along one wall and in the middle of the room there was a raised chair with stirrup-like platforms in front of it, presumably for a persons' feet. Attached to the room was a sizable bathroom with a shower.

"So, here we are. We'll be spending a while in here. This is the fitting room. It's where we try all the things out that I will help you choose, so that we can find the best thing for you. Now, Elle, if you really need to freshen up, there's the bathroom, but... I mean, don't be too concerned because you'll probably get very wet and messy anyway. And I'm very used to a variety of female odors, so, on my behalf, please, please don't be overly concerned or vain about how your vagina is."

"Ok. Well I guess I'm ok. I showered this morning. Just tell me if I need to freshen up," I said, a little sheepishly

"I will. Now typically our clients wear a specially designed smock during the exam and outfitting. It provides easy access for me, catches extra vaginal fluids, and also allows you to be covered when we go to the showroom. It's hanging right there, so, unless you just want to be fully nude during this, I'll leave the room and let you change in comfort."

"Ok, thanks. I'll try it," I said, nervously.

"Ok, be back in a few minutes," Sarah said as she opened the door.

I stood up and looked nervously at Ali as I approached the hanging garment. 

"Don't worry sweetie, you're going to like it. Sarah will make you feel really comfortable."

Ali helped me remove my clothes, and helped me on with the smock. It was a tunic sort of thing, white and cottony. It was fairly short, and it was slit up the sides to about waist height. There was a small piece of Velcro at the hem in the front, and a matching piece was in the mid section. The top of it had shoulder straps but they were tie-straps, so you could release the top down, exposing your upper body.

Sarah came back in and made sure I was comfortable. She offered us drinks and went to retrieve them. 

When she got back, she said, "Ok, so let's chat. Obviously you like to masturbate. Tell me a little bit more about what you're looking for and what you like to do and in what situations you make love to yourself."

I slowly got started. "Well, I masturbate a lot more now that I don't have a boyfriend. Ali and I have masturbated together a few times, and I guess I would like to know more about the options to me to enhance the feeling. Last weekend, I got to try a couple of her toys—a butt plug, a dildo and a vibrating harness thing."

"And how did you like those?" Sarah asked.

"They were great. I'm pretty inexperienced at using toys. I have one vibrator. I'm not sure what else there really is."

"So did you like anal penetration?"

"Yes, I did surprisingly, but I'm not sure it is a main feature of my masturbation sessions," I added.

"When you masturbate, do you always penetrate yourself or do you focus on the clit or both?"

"I do both. It depends, but when I really want to come, I do both, but I have to rub my clit to come." I surprised myself by being so candid. Ali was looking on, with a semi-serious look on her face.

"Do you masturbate to pictures or fantasies or movies or anything particular medium if you will? Or for example while reading stories at a computer? I mean, so that you use your hands while you play?" she asked.

"Nothing set in stone. I have done that. Ali and I have watched some adult movies last weekend."

"Sounds like you guys had a lot of fun. Are you lovers?

Ali chimed in, "No, but we have always been close and just started spending time in the nude together. When I want to masturbate, Elle is very open and encouraging about it."

"That nice. Sounds like you have a wonderful friendship. So, Elle, you don't have a special need for something that would operate without your hands being involved?"

"I guess not at this point, but I might like to have that option," I replied.

"Are your masturbation sessions long?" asked Sarah.

"Depends. Sometimes. I've kind of gotten into this idea from Ali of making it last for a long time and staying aroused for a while." 

Sarah smiled. "That IS a lot of fun. I do that a lot and I'm glad you're getting into that. So that's a great start. That gives me a lot to work with. So now I'll need you to go sit in that chair so I can examine you. I'm going to be looking at the dimensions and structure of your vaginal area so I can figure out what toys might be best for you. When we make custom toys, we actually do measurements on your pussy and anal area to give the best comfort and effectiveness."

"Wow, that sounds neat. Maybe I'll have something like that done at some point," I said eagerly.

"Yeah, so we'll start with off-the-shelf products and try to find the right ones for you," Sarah said.

I walked over to the chair and sat down.

Sarah said, "Ok, so first make sure that you're sitting on the lower flap of the tunic so it can catch your juices. And then put your legs up on these foot rests here...." I did so and she continued, "Great! Ok. Now I'm just going to lift up the front part of the tunic and Velcro it on here so it stays up. Now scoot forward a little bit."

I felt like I was at the gynecologist, but here I was, getting "fitted" for sex toys, my pussy agape in front of a total stranger. It was very exciting. I was already pretty moist.

"Elle, do you mind if I continue without my panties on? I usually do that with my clients because I may need to demonstrate the use of different toys to you."

I said, "No, not all. Go ahead." She stood up and slipped her panties off, revealing a beautifully groomed vagina. Sarah sat down again on her chair in front of my spread legs and leaned in and asked, "Elle, could you masturbate a little bit just to the point of being very wet?"

Ali was looking at me, smiling sweetly. I said, "Sure..uh...just start now?"

"Yeah that'd be great," Sarah replied.

I started stroking my pussy and found I got very wet, very quickly. I thought this situation was very erotic. 

"Ok, great. Looks good. You look very wet. You have a very pretty vagina, by the way. I really like it."

"Thanks," I said, awkward in almost never having received such a compliment.

Sarah began to feel my pussy all around, investigating it intently. She probe with her fingers inside and outside of my pussy and would ask if a certain pressure felt good, bad, or neutral. 

"You're doing great, Elle. I think I have a good sense of your pussy. Do you need to come or can you wait?" Sarah asked.

"I can wait, but I'm pretty excited, as you can tell," I admitted.

"Yes, I can, and it's very beautiful. So let's go to the showroom. You can detach the Velcro to cover yourself. Oh, and there will be other women there, and some of them might be nude, just so you know."

I realized that that wouldn't bother me or Ali in the least. I guess Sarah was just being careful.

THE SHOWROOM

We followed her down the hallway. I watched her nude rear sway beautifully. She was an exceptional woman. We entered a big room with racks and racks of sex toys.

There were three other pairs of women looking over the products. The consultants were all wearing the same uniform, except that one of them was still wearing her gray panties. I could see an obvious spot of moisture on her crotch. Their clients didn't make eye contact with me. One was completely nude and the other was wearing the same tunic I was wearing; they were deep in concentration reviewing their counselors' recommendations.

Sarah went directly for three different areas. She explained to me the features and uses of each of the three kinds.

The three items she chose were a standard Pocket Rocket vibrator "for clitoral simulation and all around portability... you can take it anywhere." She also chose a vibrator that had a smooth probe-like extension "which stimulates the clit while the main part of the vibrator is inside of you." And finally, she chose a vibrating egg that one can wear all the time under clothing: "a variation of the harness thing that Ali introduced you to." 

BACK TO THE FITTING ROOM

When we got back to the fitting room, Sarah said, "Ok, hop back into the chair. Are you wet enough now or do you need to masturbate a little before trying them?"

"I actually think I'm wet enough. I had to use the tunic to wipe myself a couple of times while we were in the showroom," I said, rather directly.

Sarah responded, "Exciting, isn't it? I'm glad you are enjoying this and that you are comfortable. Please let me know if there's anything I can do to keep you that way."

I had climbed into the chair and spread my legs. I flipped the smock flap up and affixed it with the Velcro. 

"This is making me so horny," Ali declared. She'd been so quiet so far, I guess trying to let the process unfold as it would if I were alone with Sarah.

"You can masturbate, Ali. That is if it's ok with Elle," Sarah said matter-of-factly.

I nodded and grinned at Ali and then said to her, "Go for it, hon."

Ali lit up like a kid and started taking her clothes off. She laid down on the day bed and started caressing her breasts.

Sarah smiled and continued. "So let's try the Pocket Rocket first," she said. Sarah turned it on, and I heard its whirring buzz begin. She brought it up to my vagina and started lightly touching it to my outer labia. I shuddered from its effect.

"Feels good?" Sarah asked.

"Oh yes," I replied. My eyes were alternately closing, so I could concentrate on the effect on me, and opening, so I could see what Sarah was doing. Sarah seemed to know exactly how to stimulate me.

"So for example, you could insert your finger in your pussy while you use this on your clit. I particularly like this one because it's short enough so you can rest your arm on yourself while you guide it. Here try it," she suggested, grabbing my hand and guiding it over to hers and the vibrator.

I grabbed it and started using it on my self, Sarah watching intently. I glanced over and Ali was massaging her clitoris, obviously enjoying the view of this pantiless woman staring into my pubic area.

Sarah interrupted the aroused silence and said, "So, let me show you some things." As she took the rocket from me, she said, "Keep masturbating if you want."

She leaned back in her chair and brought her legs apart and showed me the ways she likes to use it. She showed me how she liked to use it on her perineum and also her anus, just on the surface. She got up and washed it off and then handed the unit back to me. 

"Do you want to come, or do you want to try the next one."

The next one, a two-pronged affair, was for penetration and clitoral stimulation. Sarah said you could even try turning it around for anal penetration, but she didn't plan for it and for some women, the distances aren't quite right to be comfortable. She said if I wanted to use it that way and it didn't work out, we could investigate something custom. She showed me very briefly how it works by inserting it into her vagina, and then positioning it close to her clit. 

"This one doesn't exactly reach to the right place on me, but I think it will work great on you," she said, handing it to me to put in myself.

I inserted it and positioned it. It felt incredible. And it reached perfectly to my clit. I felt so close to cumming, but I pulled it out, wanting to explore the next toy.

Sarah showed me the egg and slowly helped me insert it into my vagina. There was a wire coming out of it leading to a tiny control unit. She showed me how to adjust it. Every setting seemed to feel good... I couldn't imagine deciding how to choose!

Ali screamed out, "I'm cummmming," and as I turned to look at her, her pelvis was spasming and she made beautiful grunting noises as she orgasmed. 

Sarah was caressing my thighs while the egg buzzed away. 

"Nice?" Sarah asked Ali, grinning big.

"Unbelievable. Sorry to interrupt. Soooo good," she said almost sleepily.

"You guys are a lot of fun," Sarah said, chortling a bit. "How are you doing, Elle?"

"Really great," I said huskily, my legs spread wide open. 

"Ok, so let me show you how it would work if you decided to wear it around. Where are your panties?" Sarah asked.

"Over there next to Ali, on the day bed," I replied, caressing my clit, and so close to cumming. Ali was caressing herself again, obviously insatiable. 

Sarah got up and retrieved the panties. "Stand up."

I did so and she held the panties at my feet so I could step into them. She helped route the wire over the waist band and said, "So you could have the control unit in your pants pocket or if you have a dress on, you could clip the control unit to the waist band of your panties, as long as the dress is sort of loose at that point. It's a kick to go shopping with this on or go to work or whatever. I wore one at dinner last night. I came several times."

I was delirious with desire and could hardly stand up in a stable way.

Sarah noticed this and asked, "Do you need to come, dear? It looks like you're pretty aroused."

I nodded yes and slipped the panties down and kicked them off. I sat down on the exam chair and picked up the Pocket Rocket. I spread my legs and started buzzing it on my clit. Sarah sat in front of me and started caressing my things. "Let me see you come, Elle," she said.

I was furiously focusing the Rocket on my clit. I had untied the top of my smock to access my breasts and was caressing my nipples. Sarah started caressing (or was it tickling?) my perineum and my anus, very lightly. It was sending me over the top. 




Best Friends: At the Toy Store



Ali chimed in, "Come for us, baby." She was still stroking herself.

Sarah added, "Do you need help, sweetie?"

I loved the idea; I was so delirious with arousal that anything erotic was game at this point. I breathlessly said, "Yeah."

Sarah leaned in and planted a kiss on my pussy. It was so shocking. I never imagined that's what she would do. Frankly, it felt so good, I couldn't be bothered with the ramifications at this point. I wanted to come so badly. I never could have imagined I would look down and see a woman's face buried in my crotch, but here I was. And completely loving it. I looked over to see Ali furiously stroking her clit with one hand and fingering herself with the other hand. Sarah kept lightly kissing my pussy lips....sort of making out with my pussy. It was ridiculously arousing. 

Suddenly I was there. My body made its initial shudder, and then the pulsating wave hit me. I shook and trembled for what seemed like a minute. I was gripping the arms of the chair while my pelvis rocked back and forth. Sarah was holding my hips so I wouldn't slip off the chair. And then it was over. Sarah was gently kissing my thigh just to the right of my vagina. I looked at her and smiled and then she reached up to grab my hand and squeeze it. I turned the egg off and put the Pocket Rocket aside.

What I hadn't noticed was that Ali came at the same time. My noises drowned hers out, but it was great to know that she'd come along with me.

Sarah changed the subject and asked if we'd like anything to drink. Ali and I both said yes, in unison. We giggled as that happened and gave her our order: tea for me and soda water for Ali.

Sarah said, "Be right back," and got up and left the room. 

"I can't believe she went down on me," I said to Ali, still a little in shock.

"It was really sexy. She did the same to me when I came here. I came like you did. Don't worry. You needed to come, and it was really sexy."

I was still a little disconcerted, but simultaneously blissful from my fabulous orgasm.

Sarah came back into the room. "My assistant will bring it in when it's ready. Don't worry, she's very discreet. We screen people here very well. So, Elle, do you feel good?"

"Absolutely. On cloud nine," I said gushingly.

"Why don't you rest on the day bed with Ali?" She suggested.

I got up to do so and noticed the back flap of my smock was drenched.

"Check it out." I said. "I'm soaked. I guess it was good I was wearing this."

Sarah said, "Here, get out of it, and I'll give you another one, unless you don't mind being nude."

As I slipped out of it, I said "I don't need another one. I guess at this point, there's no point in being modest." We all laughed.

Then came a knock at the door. Sarah said "Come in!" through the door.

A beautiful, petite young woman introduced to us as Jessica entered the room carrying a tray of drinks. She was completely nude and her vagina was completely bare. It was obvious that she was nonplussed by our nudity and the obvious smell of sex in the air.

Sarah thanked her and then turned to us, lounging on the day bed. "So have you guys heard of the OnaSpa?"

We looked unsure, and I said, "No, I'm not sure...what is that?

"Well I thought you guys might want to know about it since you are so open and into masturbation and nudity. It's a female-only spa and hotel. It's quite isolated and it's for women who want to spend extended periods of time in the nude and to be able masturbate openly. It provides for women who just want to learn more about their bodies, including sexual techniques beyond masturbation if you want."

"I think that's the place Marie and Lydia were talking about," Ali said.

"So you've heard of it?" Sarah asked.

"We have heard about it. We were very intrigued." Ali replied.

"It's about 3 hours by car from a small regional airport. There's actually a SoloWorks on site there for obvious reasons. I work there one week out of the month and I help teach some classes at the Spa on the off time."

"Like which ones?" Ali asked.

"Like Yoga—in the nude of course—and some more sexual topics like anal masturbation."

"Wow." I looked at Ali and said, "We should go!" 

Ali nodded in agreement. 

"I'll be there in two weeks," Sarah said. "I can check to see if there's space during that week. It'd be great to have you guys there."

"Ali and I will talk about it and check our vacation schedules and call you Monday with an answer," I said on behalf of both of us.

"Great. So I assume you would like to keep these toys?" Sarah said.

"Yes! They're great, and you did an incredible job of picking them out for me. Can't wait to use them again!" I said happily.

Sarah picked up the toys and took them away, presumably to be cleaned and packed up. Ali and I slipped our clothes back on.

When Sarah got back, Ali said, with my full consent and support, "Sarah, if you need to come, you can do it here and now if you want."

"Oh..guys...I appreciate that a lot. I'm definitely aroused from helping you, but I'm not allowed to do that. My role is strictly as a helper when I'm here. Maybe we can masturbate together if you come to the Spa," Sarah said, straightforwardly.

"But how do you stand it, being in this state constantly, all day?" Ali asked.

"Well, we have breaks during the day and we're allowed to masturbate in the counselor lounge upstairs," she responded. "No one who works here really needs privacy when they do it, and I actually prefer to do it in front of other people, so it's really nice to go in there after a few hot fittings and take care of myself. We also have extra sets of panties, which you can guess I need to change pretty often," she said with a smile.

"Ah. Well, that's good," Ali said.

"So here are your toys, Elle. I hope you enjoy them, and I hope to see you guys at the Spa," Sarah said earnestly, handing me a beautiful gift bag.

"We'll call you back Monday here," I said.

Sarah slipped her panties on and walked us out to the lobby. We said our goodbyes with hugs and then cracked the door to the outside world.

NEXT: ALI AND ELLE VISIT THE "ONASPA"



Best Friend's Awesome GF



I'll start by describing myself. My name is Don, I'm 25. I'm 6'2" and about 220 pounds. I'm solidly built, pretty hairy, and have a 7 inch cock that has a 7 inch circumference; so it's normal-ish length but very big in girth. I keep my dick and balls shaved despite the prolific hair on my chest, I just find it more comfortable and a bit sexier looking that way.

Since I was in middle school Brian has been one of my three best friends. We lost touch when he was out to sea for the navy for four years, but now we're both back in our hometown and hang out pretty frequently. Brian is a stud, a very sexy guy. Built like a model; at 6 foot tall he weighed about a buck thirty in high school so his frame is tiny. Now he's built defined muscle on it so he's got about a 30 inch waist and is 165 pounds of lean muscle. This is important, 'cause he gets all the hottest chicks in our town....fuck he gets the hottest chicks in every town within a 20 mile radius. After getting married and divorced right out of the navy, bouncing around with probably three dozen hot nobodies, he's now settled down a bit with a hot somebody named Cassidy.

Cass is pretty sexy and very open minded, also bi; a trait I share with her. I'm not much of a drinker so when I cart Brian and Cass around she repays me in letting me see her tits at the end of the night. They're great C's, just a bit more than a handful. They're pert and the nipples are nice and pink. 

This story begins about three months after I'd gotten off a break up with my college girl friend. We'd tried to make a long distance relationship work, and we kept it up for 2 years, but in the end we couldn't keep it going. It was late December and with my parents wintering in the other side of the country I had no family inside a five hour drive. As I'm close to Brian's family they invited me to have Christmas with them. Since Brian was trying to get his post-military shit together in a bad economy he was living with his parents. To get away sometimes he and Cass would come to my place to have some loud crazy sex. Didn't bother me, I live by myself and have a decent sized house with my room on the other end of the from the guest room. I'd also helped he and Cass out financially once when some debt was looming and threatening to become a problem. One time the two of them came to spend the night and we were talking for a bit, playing guitar hero before they headed to the bedroom. "So you still haven't gotten any since you broke up with your girlfriend?" Cass asked me. We'd drifted onto the subject of my post relationship love life. 

"I can't even get him to hit on any girls at the bar" said Brian. 

"I know, I'm slow to get back on the horse I guess" I admitted. 

"Aren't you just horny as hell?" asked Cass. 

"Well yea, but I'm used to it. I've been in a long distance relationship for a long time, as you know. My hand's been my love life for quite a while." 

"So you got no family to have Christmas with, and you got no one to have sex with. I feel bad for you Don." 

I laughed and said "Yea, well I appreciate you guys letting me have Christmas with you."

Cass looked over at Brian and then looked back at me with a smile on her face. "Well, that's not all you can have with us." I was still concentrating on the game we were playing so I didn't really catch the meaning right away. 

"Whatcha mean?" I asked. Cass paused the game to gain my attention. 

"Brian and I have been talking and I wanna give you a bit of an early Christmas present." I looked at her with what I'm sure was a dumb grin on my face, beginning to catch on to, what I really hoped, was her meaning. I didn't want to look too anxious though. "I'm gonna give you a blow job and you have no say in the matter" Cass said very sternly. "You've done a lot for us and you put up with our shit all the time. I don't have much to offer but I want to do this for you." 

"Well, I can't argue with that I guess" I said trying to hide my excitement. My dick didn't try to hide anything though and immediately started getting hard. I looked at Brian, he just rolled his eyes and gave me a "have fun ass hole" kind of smile and went back to playing guitar hero. He and Cass, obviously, have a rather open relationship and what was about to occur had obviously been discussed between them prior to this moment.

Cass took my hand and led me into my room. "Drop 'em and lie down" she said. I did. With my pants pooled on the floor my thick piece bounced with eagerness as I lied down on my bed. Cass didn't take anything off but I got a pretty good look down her cleavage as she got on her knees on the bed, between my legs, and bent over to start on my dick. "Ready?" she asked with a devious grin on her face. 

"Very" I said. "Probably very ready, if you know what I mean. Whatcha want me to do when I cum?" 

"What the fuck do you mean? Just cum." This got me even more excited, my girlfriend had refused to let me cum in her mouth and it was something I'd never had the chance to do.

Cass saw my smooth shaven cock and balls. "I like a man who grooms" she said with a smile. She started on me by just running her fingernails up and down on the underside of my dick. She started to tickle my opening with her tongue as she continued slowly brushing her nails up and down my shaft. After a few minutes of this torment she started to kiss the head of my penis. Slowly, with her warm lips, she kissed down its length until she was at my balls. I jumped with excitement as she wrapped her soft and slightly cool hand gently around my excruciatingly hard girth. 

She began to pump her hand up and down on me at an agonizingly slow speed, making sure I was at maximum arousal without enough stimulation to cause me to cum too early. As she continued these movements she took my balls, one at a time, into her mouth. While doing this she would hum lowly, causing a very pleasant vibration. She switched back and forth from one to the other and eventually enveloped both of them within her luscious pink lips. Every now and then when she felt my balls starting to retract towards my body she would firmly, but not painfully, squeeze my dick with both of her hands and suck hard on my balls. It felt incredibly comforting having all of my genitalia being warmed and touched but it also had the effect of easing me away from orgasm.

She started to move her tongue away from my balls and ran it along the underside of my shaft. She now cupped my balls in one hand, slowly polished my head with the other, and flicked her tongue up and down my cock over and over. At this point I was in ecstasy. She was eliciting sensations I'd never had before, far exceeding the skills of all my previous fellators. She expertly put me on a cloud of pleasure but carefully refrained from causing too much stimulation as to push me over the edge.

She moved her lips to the tip of my cock and delicately took my head into her mouth. She sucked firmly and swirled her tongue all around as well as flicking it over my hole as it was in her mouth. She kept one hand on my balls, gently squeezing and releasing in a steady pulsating rhythm. With the other hand she, again, grasped my shaft. A little more firmly this time and began to pump up and down with more force and speed than she had before. As she pumped she started to bob her head up and down, working my dick into her mouth farther and farther as she went until as much as could fit into her mouth was thrusting in and out while the remainder of my length was continually being pumped in her hand.

Again, when I started getting close, she would feel my balls start to contract and would hear my groans of pleasure crescendo. Now at these points she would let go of my shaft and balls, would tightly pinch the underside of my penis where the head met the shaft, and would just flick her tongue around my head. This tease would be enough to maintain pleasure but let my orgasm subside. I don't know how many times she did this but I swear the blow job had to have lasted around 45 minutes.

Eventually she worked me to the point of no return. She pumped my cock in her hand quickly and put the head of my dick in her mouth, sucking hard, all while continuing to massage my balls. As my orgasm built within me and powered its way through my penis I began to subconsciously buck my hips a few times, she took the extra inches of my dick into her mouth without missing a beat. I started to shoot my seed into her wet, sucking mouth. She maintained all of her movements until I'd pumped about 8 streams of cum into her lips from what was one of my most amazing orgasms to date. She leisurely slowed and squeezed a last few drops out of me, easing me down from my incredible high. As she removed her lips from my cock with a wet 'pop' she smiled at me and swallowed my cum. I looked down at her between my legs. "Thanks" was all I could say as I became an immobile puddle of exhaustion on my bed. 

"You deserved that. I don't quite have Brian talked into a three way yet. I promise I'll get there though. We're gonna have a lot more fun us three."



Best Friends Become Closer



The semester was just barely getting into full swing and I already needed a break. I guess a long summer of nothing but fun trips and laying out by the pool can make you lazy. So, when my friend Karen called and invited me to spend the weekend at her small school, I couldn't resist. Of course that meant taking a leave from my off-campus apartment, and sleeping on the floor of her tiny dorm room, but I really didn't mind. I was just looking forward to seeing my friend.

I'll start by describing Karen. She's about 5'6" and has blonde hair and blue eyes. She is pretty skinny with what I would guess are small C cup boobs. I'm taller and a bit heavier built than she is, but the bonus is that I get larger D cup boobs. Anyway, Karen has been my best friend since we were in grade school, and all through High School we had sleepovers where we shared everything with each other. Well, I shared everything with her. Karen had never had much luck with boys (not that she wasn't beautiful, she just had unreasonable standards, and no guy ever seemed good enough for her). I, on the other hand, had much more experience. I suppose I enjoyed the adoration with which she asked about my sexual escapades, so our sleepovers usually involved me being a little over-descriptive about some of the things I'd done.

Usually Karen would start out by asking simple questions about any new boys that seemed to be always coming in and out of my life. After a few minutes, though, she would get quiet and listen to me talk. Sometimes her breathing would deepen and I thought I sensed some movements under the covers, but I was always too shy to ask what she was doing. Actually, one night during our senior year, I had just told a really hot story about giving head to a guy in the high school parking lot. Suddenly, Karen asked me point blank "Do you ever play with yourself?" Of course I did (and I was dying to at that very moment), but I suddenly got shy and answered "No." Both of us were embarrassed and we just let the topic drop. I had always wondered what would have happened if I had told her the truth though...   

Anyway, back to the story... The whole week before the trip I began to get more and more excited. I hadn't seen Karen in several months and we had quite a bit of catching up to do. I really didn't think too much about our "nighttime stories" until I went to pack. I don't know why, but I suddenly started feeling naughty and slipped on a pair of sheer nylon panties. I always get pretty turned on telling Karen my stories and I knew sexy panties would make it all that much more fun.

The three-hour drive was pretty peaceful, as the leaves were just starting to turn colors and the cool September air felt good as I put the windows down and let the wind blow through my hair. Once I pulled onto her campus, I gave Karen call so she could meet me in the parking lot. She squealed as I parked my car and ran over to give me a hug. The embrace was nice as I thought about how much I had missed my friend, and my mind quickly snapped to the new stories I had to tell her... My mind quickly moved on to other things, though, as she told me about all of her classes, and I told her about mine.

That night, we decided to go see a movie. I don't remember what we saw now, but I do remember that it had a particularly hot sex scene. While the stars of the movie were fucking, Karen let a muffled moan and I noticed that she had her hands pressing firmly in her lap. For the next few minutes I couldn't concentrate on anything. The sex scene had turned me on and watching my best friend touch herself had put me over the top. Finally I slipped away to the bathroom where I pulled down my jeans and panties and masturbated my swollen pussy to one of the best orgasms I'd ever had. Feeling much better, I returned to the movie and watched in a contented bliss until it was over.

After the movie we had a quick dinner and headed back to the dorm. It was getting pretty late so I started setting up my sleeping bag in the cramped dorm room. Suddenly, I saw a cockroach run across the floor. I squealed and Karen came running in from the bathroom. I told Karen what I'd seen and that there was no way I was going to sleep on the floor with that thing crawling around. Being the understanding friend that she was, Karen suggested we share the bed. That sounded like a great idea to me. No way was I going to wake up with a roach crawling all over me.

As I packed up my bag, it began to get a little stuffy in the cramped room. Karen apologized for the heat explaining that her tiny window unit air conditioner seemed to be on the fritz. It still blew some cold air, but not nearly enough to cool off the room.

"I usually sleep naked," Karen said matter-of-factly "but I'll leave a T-Shirt and panties on, for your sake," she laughed. I agreed that that would probably be best.

With that she dropped her blue jeans and revealed a sexy white and blue thong. It was all I could do not to let the corner of my mouth turn up into a little smile. She might have caught me looking, but I quickly darted my eyes and nothing was said. She crawled into bed as I slipped my own pants down.

"Nice. I've always wanted to try that," she said as she pointed to my clean shaven pussy clearly visible through the sheer panties. Shit, I had forgotten all about that. I just gave my friend a free show. I must have gotten red because she giggled "it's ok. I'm not exactly wearing granny panties myself." With that, all of the tension was gone and I crawled into bed. We made a little more small talk, but before long Karen reached over and turned off the light. 

"We need some sleep," she said. "We'll be tailgating all day before the big game tomorrow." We laid in silence for about ten minutes, so I figured Karen wasn't up for one of our sexy chats. With that, I started to drift off to sleep.

"God that sex scene was so hot. It was all I could do not to stick my hands down my pants and start jacking off right there," Karen said out of nowhere. She then let out a little giggle to try to make it sound like she was joking.

What?! Had my goody-goody best friend really just said that? I couldn't believe it. Then, almost without thinking, I said "I did, when I went to the bathroom."

"Are you serious?" she asked, sounding a little shocked. I nodded and she said, "That's kind of hot. I usually do it before I go to sleep."

Now it was my turn to be shocked. Unsure what to say, I blurted out, "don't let me stop you." With that she started giggling and softly hit me with a pillow. "Go to sleep, horn dog," she said.

After another few minutes of silence, Karen whispered "so how often do you do it?" "What's 'it'," I asked (Though I had a pretty good idea). "You know...masturbate," she said. "Oh," I said, secretly happy that our conversation had taken an erotic turn. "It depends. Less when I'm getting some, more when I'm not," I said. 

"Oh. I do it every night, whether I'm getting some or not," she confided. 

"What do you mean 'getting some'?" I asked; the shock in my voice clearly apparent.

"Haha, I've been excited to tell you," Karen said. "I'm still a virgin, but I've done a lot of other stuff. A few months ago I was at a club dancing with this guy. We were getting pretty into it, grinding on each other and running our hands over each other's bodies. He reached under my skirt and I wasn't about to stop him. He fingered me to an orgasm right in the middle of the dance floor." 

Wow, I thought to myself. "And then this other time..." she paused. Holy shit, there was more... "I met this really hot guy at a coffee shop. I don't know why but I went back to his place. We started making out and he ran his leg up my thigh. I was so horny I just let him keep going. Before long he bent down and started kissing up my leg. It felt sooo good..."

I had been so wrapped up in listening to Karen's story, I didn't even notice that Karen's hand was clearly stroking her pussy underneath the covers. It was all I could do not to reach out and touch her, or at least myself, but somehow I was able to maintain my composure.

"When he got to my panties, he pushed them out of the way with his nose. It felt so good. He really knew what he was doing," Karen said, now beginning to pant a bit. "He started licking my pussy lips, but after a few minutes he spread them open with his hand and started flicking his tongue against my clit. Oh God I came so hard," she panted, now vigouously rubbing herself under the covers.

It was more than I could take. Listening to my friend describe having her pussy eaten out while she was furiously masturbating was too much. Making no attempt to hide what I was doing, I slid my hand under my panties and treated myself to a little of the fun that Karen was having right next to me. She just looked at me with a knowing smile and continued with her story.

"Since he had gone down on me, I figured I should return the favor. His cock was so hard, but I was surprised at how soft the skin felt in my mouth," she said. "Listen. I'm hot, so since we're both doing 'it', do you care if we kick the covers off?" she asked, breaking up the story. I nodded my head no and with that she kicked the covers off the foot of the bed. Without embarrassment, we watched each other stroking our horny pussies while Karen continued her story.

"I didn't really know what to do, so I just bobbed my head up and down like I'd seen in pornos on the Internet," Karen said. "I didn't realize he was getting ready to cum until it was too late. I really didn't like the taste, but I was too embarrassed to spit it out, so I just swallowed it all."

That was all I could take. My hand was a blur across the front of my panties. I came with a loud moan. That was all Karen needed to see and she quickly followed suit. The room was silent as we both laid there panting, the musty smell of our sex lingering. "Wow," Karen said. "That was really hot. I need some water. Want some?" I nodded yes as Karen began to crawl out of bed.

As she climbed over me, I noticed the large wet spot on the front of Karen's panties. I then noticed the wetness on my own panties. Wet nylon panties are no fun, so I slid them down and pulled the covers up to conceal myself. 

Karen came back in the room and sat on the edge of the bed as she handed me the glass of water. As I took the glass, I gave her a shy smile and quickly darted my eyes to avoid any more uncomfortable eye contact. "Why did you pull the covers up, silly?" Karen asked. Before I could give an explanation, she whipped the off revealing my bare pussy. "Oh, I see..." she said her voice trailing off. Afraid that I had made her uncomfortable, I explained that nylon panties aren't the best thing to masturbate in and that I was pretty uncomfortable. With a knowing smile, she said "yeah, mine are pretty wet too, but I was too embarrassed to change with you here." I called her a goober and told her that we had just beat off together and there was no reason to be embarrassed now. With that, she dropped her thong (revealing her neatly trimmed blonde bush), and crawled into bed.

"Thanks," she said. "It's been a long time since I've done that."

I was a little confused. She had just confessed that she masturbated every night a few minutes before.

"What do you mean?" I asked. "I thought you did it every day?"

"Not with one of my friends," she giggled.

That peaked my curiosity and I had to know more.

"Who else have you masturbated with?" I asked.

"Oh, my roommate from my freshman year," Karen said matter-of-factly. "I used to do it quietly every night. One night out of nowhere she said, 'I know you rub off every night over there, and I feel like doing it now, so don't say anything.' It wasn't long before we lay in our beds across from each other and masturbated almost every night. We never really said anything else about it though, it was like our own secret club," she said.

That little story sent me back to my sophomore year (my first away from my parents' house after living at home as a freshman). I caught my roommate masturbating several times that year, and she had caught me once, but it was always awkward and we never did anything together. Tonight had been my first time consciously doing it with another woman.

"And then there was Terri," Karen said quietly. I was shocked. Terri had been our "third amigo" in high school, but we had grown apart after she won a scholarship to a college out of state.

"Really? When?" I asked. "Remember that night I asked you if you ever did it? Well, I had just done it with Terri the week before and I wanted to try it with you. Especially after your sexy stories," Karen confided.

I couldn't believe that. I had no idea. "How did that happen?" I asked. "Oh, a lot like tonight. We were telling stories. Probably mostly bullshit. Out of nowhere she said, 'I'm really horny. I've got to take care of this. Do you mind?' Without waiting for an answer, she slid her hands under her pajama pants and started at it. I was uncomfortable at first, but I got horny and joined in pretty quickly. By the end of the night, we were naked and openly masturbating- a lot like us tonight," Karen said.

As Karen told this story, I noticed that her fingers traveled back down to her pussy. She seemed to be unconsciously masturbating yet again. 

"I remember that time you asked me about it," I confided to Karen. "I still get off thinking about it sometimes."

"Oh really?" Karen smiled. "I still like to think about what would have happened if you had said yes. In fact, I thought about it while I was getting off last night, but I never thought it would actually happen," Karen added.

"What would have happened?" I asked, a little shocked that we both still got off to a memory of something that never really happened. "Oh, I was going to pull up some porn on the computer and start masturbating, hoping that you would join in. I still thought I might be a lesbian back then. I think I just needed some sort of sex though. I know I'm completely straight now, but it's still hot to get off with a woman- we are just sexier than men," she said.

"Wow, I said. I had no idea that I missed all of that. It's pretty much like my fantasy," I said. Karen's story had me pretty worked up again and this time I was the one who initiated our mutual session. I watched her hand rub her naked pussy, and she watched mine. We both came at the same time. I was totally drained. It had been a long time since I had had three orgasms in one day, especially three that were this strong.

"I'm beat," Karen said. "Only because you beat yourself," I joked. We both had a laugh at Karen's unintentional joke as she reached up and turned off the light.

"I love you Lindsay," Karen said just as I began to fall asleep. "I love you too," I replied and drifted into dreams of our erotic night.



Best Friends Become Lovers



This is a totally true story of my youthful experiences with my friend, and lover, Wayne. Wayne was my first, and my last, male lover and even though I’ve had no same sex relationships with anyone but him I still consider myself to be bisexual. This is my first submission, and I expect to follow it with many others as I fondly remember, and chronicle, my relationship with Wayne.

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The year was 1975 and I was on a trip to Yosemite National Park trip with the performing groups from our local community college. The groups made an annual trip to the park for several days of performances in an outdoor amphitheater. As this was my freshman year, this was my first trip with the group and I was a bit anxious as I’d heard some rather wild stories about the experience of past members. While there we stayed in tent cabins at the Curry Village complex. Room assignments were by gender and instrument section. There were at least four of us assigned to each cabin. As there were two double beds in our assigned cabin we each had to share a bed with another guy. 

My bunkmate for the trip was my friend Wayne who is a year older than I. I had known Wayne since we were pre-teens and, though our mutual interest in music, and the fact that he lived just a few blocks away, we had been best friends for many years. As he had introduced me to mutual masturbation many years before, Wayne was my regular jerk off buddy.  We both also had girlfriends with whom we were sexually active. Our girls were also in the orchestra and both were along on this trip. The trip organizers knew there were many couples, boyfriends and girlfriends, who would be together on this trip but, in spite of the fact that we were all young adults, had made it clear that no sexual contact would be allowed. To ensure against this, there were numerous faculty members and parent volunteers along as chaperones. 

Wayne, at 6’ 1” was a few inches taller than I. He was smooth, and slightly built, with lean but muscular shoulders and pectoral muscles from participation on the swim team. As the drummer in a light rock band, he wore his sandy blond hair in a layered look like so many rock stars of that era.  It was amply feathered and, as I always felt it looked a bit effeminate, made Wayne’s boyish face look even younger. His looks were always very pleasing to my eye and I’ve never felt that way about another man, before or since. As for me, I was 5’ 11”, lean but muscular, with a barrel chest and tight legs and buns from many years of long distance running. I was, and still am, amply covered with reddish brown body hair. I guess you could say I’ve been a bear since adolescence.  I also played in a rock band but, as my band played heavier “metal” music than Wayne’s, I wore my auburn hair straight and long. It reached to the small of my back and the girls would swoon when I’d toss it around as I played my drums. My face was framed with thick, full, “mutton chop” type auburn sideburns that extended to the bottom of my jaw. 

Wayne had turned me out, and introduced me to male on male sex, in the form of mutual masturbation, when we were in our young teens and I always felt a bit giddy around him. Just being in his company would often give me a hard on and leave me with a little wet spot in my shorts as I anticipated what might happen. We often slept over at each other’s houses where we would mess around once the lights were out. He was always the aggressor, and it was he who always initiated sex play when we were together, but I’ve got to admit that I was always ready for it and anxiously anticipating his touch. Throughout our youth, and into college, our parents just thought we were great buddies, with a mutual interest in music, and never knew that there was so much more between us. Even though we’d been messing around together for many years, at this point in our relationship, we had not yet had oral or anal sex and our experience was still limited to jerking each other off. Over the years, however, our sexual experimentation had become bolder and bolder, and we were now to the point where we often shot our loads on each other

In one of our favorite sexual activities, Wayne would sit straddling my legs, while I lay on my back, and we would both start to jerk off. He would often slide forward, so our genitals were together, and he would grip both of our penises in one hand so he could stroke them simultaneously and rub them against each other. He would spit on them to make them both slippery. Once we were both sufficiently aroused our pre-cum would mix making them more slippery still. When one of us came he would grip the head of the ejaculating penis tightly so the cum would fill his palm with the warm slippery liquid and he’d continue to stroke rubbing the warm juice all over our dicks. This usually brought the other one off quickly and he would continue to rub our dicks gently together, mixing our ejaculate, till our dicks became flaccid.  On other occasions, after starting out as before, he would move forward so he was sitting astride my chest while he continued to stroke himself. As he was so close to my face while doing this, I think he was always hopeful that I would make the move and start to suck him, but it never happened (at least not in that way). When he was in this position, I could smell the musky scent of his genitals, and though it intoxicated me, and tempted me to move my face closer for a taste, I was always afraid to as I was, admittedly, and in spite of my obvious desires, a bit homophobic. As a result he would just continue to beat off till he came on my chest and neck, which usually pushed me over the edge and I would cum on my stomach with much of it often reaching his back and buns.  At this point in our lives, I don’t think he wanted to ask me to suck him, nor did I want to offer, lest we perceive ourselves as having crossed some line to being “gay”. 


On the first night of our trip, after riding for hours in a bus, and having a brief break for dinner, we set up the chairs, music stands, and instruments, and then did an evening performance. We then had to take everything down and put it in secure storage. When we were through we were all pretty tired.  As a result we spent just a little time with our girlfriends, under the watchful eyes of chaperones, before everyone decided to retire to the cabins. 

When we had first arrived, we were given our room assignments and took our stuff to our rooms. Once there, and seeing the sleeping arrangements, we had decided who would sleep where, and that Wayne and I would be sharing one of the beds with the other two guys, Jim and Stan, sharing the other. Wayne had given me his sly “knowing” look at that time but I was a bit skeptical that we’d be able to “mess around” because of the two other guys in the room.  Now, as we prepared for bed, I was admittedly a bit turned on, in fact my dick was hard as a rock, but I didn't feel Wayne would be bold enough to try anything in a cabin shared with two other young men. As we undressed for bed, I was making an effort to hide my excitement, but I’m sure Wayne noticed. After turning off the light, the cabin was very dark with just a hint of light filtering in through the thick canvas tent fabric. As we both climbed under the covers I was anxious, and horny, but resigned to the fact that we wouldn't be able to do anything together. After some small talk with the other boys, I merely rolled over, my back to Wayne, and expected to go to sleep. 

A short time later, as I was nearly asleep, and I think after he felt the other two guys were asleep, Wayne slid over to me in the "spoons" position, started rubbing his groin against my backside, and reached around to rub my penis through my underpants. I was so turned on that I let out a gasp and just melted at his touch. 

I wanted this so badly, I was so comfortable in bed with him, and my head just swam in reverie. I rolled my head around to look at him and ask if we should really do this in a room with the other two guys. Instead, unexpectedly, before I could say a word, I found his tongue in my mouth. I think we were both surprised. We had never kissed before, as I think we both had previously felt that would be too "gay", but the moment seemed to have gotten to us. 

We continued to kiss deeply and passionately, our tongues dancing with each other, as he rubbed my penis and tugged at my underpants. I was extremely turned on as I’d been anticipating, hoping for, but not really expecting, something like this all day.  When I slid my underpants off, I realized that he was naked as his hard penis, the tip already wet with precum, was rubbing against my buns. He started to reach around and stroke my penis but I waved his hand off, as I was so excited that I was about to cum and I wanted this to last. I rolled over to face him and we kissed, even more passionately, while I stroked his penis. 

I then began to nibble down his neck and found myself sucking and biting his nipples while I continued to jerk his cock. He muttered "Wow," and literally moaned my name, as this was a first for us as well. I rolled back over into the spoons position and guided his dick into my ass crack. We had never had anal sex before and I wanted him in me badly. Though I’d never been butt fucked before, my ass wasn't virgin, as I had often messed around with my oldest sister's dildos and a few improvised butt toys. I can’t remember exactly how, or when, I had discovered that I could receive pleasure through my anus but, somehow, it seemed like I had always considered it to be a sexual organ.  

As we had no lube, he wet his cock with spit and attempted to push it past my sphincter. I was too tight, and too dry, and we couldn't make it work succeeding in only getting his glans partly into my hole. Still, it felt glorious to me. As a result, Wayne contended himself by rubbing his penis up and down my ass crack, from my butt hole to my balls, occasionally poking his glans into my hole. All the while, he was reaching around and playing with my rigid cock. I would occasionally clinch my butt cheeks together, entrapping his dick. It felt warm and luscious to me and he would occasionally moan. We continued like this for a while, his dick sliding up and down in my ass crack occasionally pausing to push slightly into my hole, until, with a gasp, he started jetting hot semen into my crack. Wanting to feel it for all it worth, I pushed back against his cock as he came and he pushed forcefully against my butt hole. With just his glans buried in my anus, the intensity of his orgasm forced some of his slippery cum deeper into my rectum and, unexpectedly to both of us, his glans slipped past my sphincter and into my rectum. It hurt a little at first, as he is well hung, but then began to feel so good!!! As he continued to cum he moved in and out of my butt, working his dick and the slippery cum deeper into me with each thrust, till he was buried to the hilt. 

I thought I would pass out as my total consciousness was focused on the intense pleasure I was feeling in my ass. Almost simultaneously, I came into his hand which he clinched tightly around the head of my dick catching most of the cum in his palm. We lay there, gasping, while he gently continued to rub my dick, which was now slippery with cum, and I gently undulated against his still hard cock buried in my ass. I turned my head to look at him, we both glanced at the other two sleeping boys, and we began to uncontrollably giggle, each trying to quiet the other. After he grew soft and slid out of me, we half heartedly cleaned up with our underwear, and fell asleep, naked, in each other's arms. 

The next morning our wake up call came in the guise of our music director, Mr. Hansen, who was banging on our cabin door. He and several orchestra players were making the rounds, waking the occupants of every tent, and telling everyone we had thirty minutes to bathe and get to breakfast. They wouldn’t leave until someone opened the door and acknowledged that we were up. I stumbled out of bed half asleep, forgetting that I was naked, and opened the door. Even after the previous night’s sexual release, I still had “morning wood” and my cock was involuntarily standing at attention.  Mr. Hansen glanced at me for a second, his eyes momentarily focusing on my cock, and with an almost “knowing look” then, with a half smile, merely said that we needed to be in the dining hall in thirty minutes for breakfast. He then walked away.  

What you need to know about Mr. Hansen, and his reaction to seeing me nude that morning, is that it was common knowledge that he was bisexual. We all knew that while he dated his buxom secretary, he also made regular trips to the San Francisco Bay area. On two consecutive years, when our band made trips to San Francisco for competitions, he even took some of us down to eat in the Castro district. It was apparent to all of us that he had intimate knowledge of certain areas of San Francisco that went far beyond that of your common tourist. We used to say his motto was “any port in a storm.”  Though I didn’t participate (I was never asked…sigh), and have no first hand knowledge, it was widely rumored that he had messed around with several of his male students. 

As I turned from the door and went back to my bed area in the room, I realized that the other two boys in the room were glancing at my friend and I and our nakedness. I think something in their heads was telling them, 

“They had clothing on when they went to bed and they are now naked….I wonder??” 

Wayne and I hurriedly put on some clothes, gathered our toiletries, and went to the showers. The showers were already full of other guys, and campers not affiliated with our group so, even though we wanted to, we couldn’t mess around. As I soaped up and scrubbed my ass, I looked at Wayne and we both grinned, kind of chuckling at the knowledge that my rectum was full of his cum. This caused my cock to twitch a little and I had to hurry through my shower as seeing Wayne wet and naked, remembering the events of the previous night, and feeling the warm glow I had in my anus, was making me get hard.  

I quickly got dressed, returned my toiletries to our room, and went to the dining hall. Wayne followed a few minutes later, sat down next to me, and asked,

“Why did you leave in such a hurry?”

I discreetly whispered in his ear, 

“Seeing you wet, and lathered up in the shower, was turning me on so much that I getting a hard on. I had to leave before someone else saw what was going on.”

He gave me as satisfied grin as if to say that it pleased him to have such an effect on me. He then reached under the table and momentarily groped my genitals, causing my already excited cock to become further engorged. 

While we sat there, our girlfriends came in and sat next to us. We gave them just a little peck of a kiss and surreptitiously held hands with them under the table. 

It had been made clear in the rules of the trip that “open signs of affection,” or any kind of sexual contact, would not be tolerated between boys and girls while we were at the park. There were numerous chaperones, both teachers and volunteer parents, to keep an eye on us. As it was pretty well common knowledge which of us were “couples” before the trip, they knew whom to watch. They especially made sure that boys and girls didn’t go into the cabins together. In the early 70’s, I guess it never occurred to them that there might be “same sex” relations going on between young adult teens as well. We ate our breakfast and were briefed on the day’s schedule while holding hands and playing footsy with our girlfriends under the table. If only they knew. 

For the next several hours, before lunch and our afternoon performance, we were free to explore the park and see the sights. We rode the trams and took several hikes to some of the scenic and historical features of the park. Ever on the lookout for chaperones, we also looked for discreet places where we “made out” with our girlfriends. Let’s face it, we were young men, always horny, and “young, dumb, and full of cum” as they say. We took one hike into a meadow, with deep grass, where we laid down and engaged in some heavy petting. We never had the opportunity to fuck, only getting a bit of a feel and the “stinky finger”, as we were too paranoid about getting caught making it in public. 

When we went into the stores and gift shops, and assuming Wayne and I would mess around again that night, I was constantly on the lookout for something we could use as lube. Remember, this was the 70’s and you couldn’t buy KY, AstroGlide, ID, or other personal lubricants at every corner store as you can now. As we were just inexperienced novices, we didn’t really know any better, and I was just looking for plain old Vaseline.  Then, in one shop, I spotted a jar of Albolene. It immediately rang a bell as, for the last several months, I had been jerking off to pictures in a gay porn mag in which a jar of it was visible, on the nightstand or in the bed, in almost every picture. I had purchased this magazine a few days after my eighteenth birthday on my first trip to an adult bookstore. I knew this was what I wanted but didn’t know how to buy it without inciting questions from the girls. I took a mental note of where it was and decided I’d have to come back later if I had the chance.  

We went back to the dining hall at the village, ate lunch, and got into our uniforms for the afternoon concert. For my roommate and I this meant donning our kilts and full regalia as we were in both the orchestra and the school’s bagpipe band. Yes, before you ask, we went “regimental” which means we wore nothing under our kilts. Having nothing on under our kilts just served to heighten the sexual tension between us and to keep us primed for later activities. I was so turned on that I had the proverbial, “Tilt in my kilt.” Setting up, tuning, putting on a concert with orchestra and pipe band, and breaking everything back down, took over three hours and took us into the early evening and dinner hour. 

After changing, and eating dinner, the girls decided they wanted to go run around with some of their friends. This was fine with us as we had other plans. We took the tram into the commercial area with the other two guys from our room, “Jim and Stan”, tagging along with us. While I went to one store to buy the Albolene I’d seen earlier, Wayne and the other two hung around outside the grocery/liquor store to see if they could find someone to buy us some beer. Of course, though we were young adults, we weren’t yet of legal age to drink in California. When I came out, the Albolene hidden under a few other items in my bag, they had four six packs hidden under some “munchies” in a couple of grocery bags. Wayne told me that he’d given some pot to some older guys in exchange for them buying the beer for us. Now, the only trick was riding the public tram back to our village and to get the beer back to our cabin without getting caught by a chaperone. This turned out to be easier than we thought as when we got back there wasn’t a chaperone in sight. 

We turned up the oil fired furnace to take the chill off the room, turned on the portable radio I had brought with me, and the four of us started in on the beer. Wayne and I wanted to smoke some pot but didn’t want to risk having someone smell it while passing our cabin. As a result, we wandered off into the woods taking a few beers and Jim with us. The fourth cabin mate, Stan, a notoriously serious cynic, said,

“I don’t want to smoke any of that shit,”

Always a bit of a drinker, he seemed content to stay behind nursing a few beers.

We smoked a couple of joints of some bad ass Sensimilla pot, aka “The Kind”, and when we stumbled back to the room I was feeling extremely mellow, so high that my head was spinning, and without the slightest hint of inhibitions. As the furnace was manually controlled, having no thermostat, the room had gotten quite hot while we were gone.  Between the beer, which we were sucking back like water, the pot, and the heat in the room, I was feeling very horny, and didn’t care if it showed. I made some comment about the heat and stripped down to my t-shirt and underpants. Wayne followed suit and we both sat down, cross-legged, on our bed. The other two boys sat on their bed that was only a few feet away from ours. Jim, the one who had also smoked the pot with us had also stripped down to his underwear while his bunkmate Stan remained fully clothed.