6 comments/ 63741 views/ 5 favorites Midnight Meetings By: Bewitched69 I wasn't really sure how I had ended up here, or why. I had always been attracted to men, but there was something extremely attractive and sensual about this woman. We were friends....or I should say that we were all friends here? Four of us lived in the household. There was my friend Rebecca and her husband Michael. They occupied the master bedroom. I held the adjoining bedroom, and Brian lived up in the loft. We all came and went as we wanted, but Rebecca and I were the girlie-girls of the house; we went to dinner, cleaned, did the clothes at the laundry mat when our piece of crap dryer didn't work, and mostly griped and moaned about the boys and their messes. At one point I thought I might hook up with Brian, we shared a lot in common. He would bring his much too young girlfriend home and Rebecca and I would scare them off, laughing as we picked at Brian and his choice of women. Like I said, we were all friends. Rebecca and I would wake up in the night and cross paths as she passed the kitchen and I was already up getting something to drink. Those were the best times....meeting in the kitchen for some water and good conversation. It was then that I really got to know her, and to love her. We bonded like no other; she was my best friend. It was the night of the big snow storm. The lights had gone out and we were relying on the heat from the fireplace. Luckily, there were two in the house; one in the huge living room with the sink-in couch, and one in the master bedroom. Michael had gone to bed early, exhausted from his day at work, and Brian had called us to say he was snowed in at a friend's house and wouldn't be home. Rebecca knew I would be in the living room alone for the night and decided that we should have a mini slumber party with hot chocolate and ghost stories, since we had no television or music to listen to. We had long since ran out of silly stories and gradually fell into a comfortable silence. Rebecca surprised me when she brought up the topic of sex. Sure, we talked about it all the time....but she was usually the shyer one of us; I was the more outgoing and excitable while she would just smile and shake her head. So when she started talking about herself and her feelings, I was completely blindsided. She started off with explaining to me that Michael was her soul mate; he loved her and she loved him. They were a good match.... happily married and shared everything with each other. Rebecca did admit to a few things that were missing in her life, mainly that she was curious about women. She found a woman's body to be beautiful, alluring, and arousing. She longed to touch another woman's body....to experiment and see if this was truly the missing link in her life. Oh, and she kind of wanted to see if I was interested. At first I was completely taken back and didn't know what to say. I was flattered and a bit curious myself. Then it hit me! I had no idea what the hell to do in bed with another woman. So we sat and discussed it, as if everyday we discussed having sex with each other; over analyzing it as only women could. We took it slow, dancing around who should make the first move. For the first time in my life I didn't take charge and roll full steam ahead. I was the novice; where Rebecca had obviously been planning this out in her head for a long time. Rebecca looked into my eyes and smiled, turning her body to face me. She quietly leaned in and brushed her soft lips across mine, but retreated quickly. I had closed my eyes and felt a shiver of excitement when her lips met mine. Slowly I pealed my eyes open, still drunk from her kiss. I smiled and moved in towards her....only to meet her in the middle and reconnect. The kiss this time was deeper and I could feel her tongue gently request entry into my mouth. I parted my lips and felt her tongue caress mine, darting in and out. We sparked and I could feel an instant warmness quiver in the lower half of my body. I could feel my nipples harden at the thought of doing something naughty with this woman. Our passion grew as we continued to grow more comfortable with kissing and allowed our guards down. I grasped the palm of her hands traced circles, slowly moving my nails up her arm. I held my breath as I nuzzled her neck, kissing it softly. I could hear Rebecca suck in a breath if air, enjoying as my tongue traced the outline of her ear. I felt her hands grasp for the bottom of my sweatshirt and slowly pull it towards my head; I raised my arms in surrender and watched as the article of clothing fell silently to the floor. Unsure of what to do, I mimicked her and pulled off her shirt, revealing a see-through red bra. I could see where her nipples made a dent in the bra, begging to be touched. Reaching for the clasp, I released her breasts and slid the bra off her shoulders. I decided to touch her the way I would want to be touched. I kissed the front of her neck and each shoulder. Running my hands down her chest, I held her gaze as my palms grazed her hard nipples. My mouth followed my hands, my tongue flicking her titties and my hands massaging everywhere else. Rebecca's hands intertwined with my hair and pulled it back from my face as she watched. A sigh of pleasure slipped from her lips as she fumbled for my bra. Releasing my breasts, she grabbed two handfuls and rubbed her thumbs across them, returning the favor. Rebecca paused to gently push me back on the couch. She slid my sweatpants down to my ankles, her eyes sparkling at the yellow thong that left little to the imagination. It was held by merely two tied strings, and she wasted no time in releasing them. I lay completely naked before her, my eyes wide with lust and wonder. There would be no turning back now. Rebecca ran her hands up my legs....to my thighs. I don't know why I did it, but I stopped her. I told her to wait. Rebecca must have thought I had changed my mind, as I watched her face turn to sadness and worry. I didn't want to stop, not now. I merely wanted to be the first to bring pleasure. I reached forward and now pushed her backwards on the couch. I stood completely nude as I slowly slid down her pajama bottoms and panties. I kissed her leg, and ran my tongue up her thigh. I kissed her glistening mound and laid my body on top of hers, kissing her and feeling her soft, warm flesh touch mine. I could feel our breasts touching one another, ticking and teasing. We kissed, and the passion turned up ten notches. There was now a raw need, as we began squirming against each other. I broke the kiss only to moan and go back for more. Rebecca reached out and grabbed my ass, pulling me up to her. I went back to caressing her breasts, as I felt the wetness between my legs grow. Ever so slowly I slid my lips down her stomach, kissing every so many inches. Rebecca's body quivered under mine; anticipating where my mouth was heading. I touched her everywhere, but where she most wanted to be touched. Deciding not to toy with her anymore, I slid my thumb past the lips of her pussy and found her clit. Swirling my finger gently, I watched as Rebecca stretched her body up to meet my hand. She was so wet. I took some of that wetness and rubbed my fingers back and forth on her pussy, only pausing to rub her swollen clit. Rebecca's eyes closed and she was moaning softly. Her hips were gyrating and rising off the couch to meet my hand. To her surprise, I suddenly replaced my thumb with my tongue and gently flicked her blushed clit. My tongue massaged her and darted up and down her slit, tasting her sweet juices. She was mindlessly playing with her nipples, rolling them between her fingers and licking her lips. To watch her before me only made me wetter, wishing that I could touch myself. My senses were so heightened I thought I could orgasm just by watching her squirm in pleasure. I increased the rhythm of my tongue and slid a finger in her tight pussy. Her wetness dripped around my finger and onto the couch. Rotating my finger I pushed it in and out of her hole, licking her and teasing her. Then I decided to slip a second....then a third finger into her. I felt for her g-spot and rubbed it; her hips fucked my face as I pushed my fingers hard and fast into her. Rebecca's moaning was getting louder as her mouth got dirtier. The harder I fingered fucked her, her moans turned into screams of ecstasy. She called out my name which rang in my ears, causing my face to dive deep into her pussy. I no longer cared if my face was as wet as she was. I grunted as I worked, rubbing my own pussy on the couch, wanting to cum with her. Rebecca finally slowed her hips as her yelling became frantic. I felt her pussy close around my fingers as her body pulsated. Her hips slowed and her hands left her breasts as I sat up on the couch, watching her. Her chest was rapidly moving as she slowed her breathing. I waited to see if I had done okay for my first time. Rebecca pushed herself up on her elbows and smiled at me. In one swift move she had pulled me towards her by my ankles and leaned her body onto mine. She licked my nipples as if they were ice cream cones, going back over and over again with the slightest rub of her tongue. My senses were so heightened; I was putty in her hand. I was aroused not only by her touch, but at the thought of doing something secret, something that only we would share. Rebecca slid my legs over her shoulders as she lie before me. Looking into my eyes I noticed a gleam into hers. Her face disappeared into my pussy as she sucked gently at my clit. God, it felt so good. Pulling me wide open, Rebecca slid her tongue up and down me, flattening her tongue as she ran the length of my slit and gently flicked my sensitive clit. I could feel the wetness inside my pussy slowly leak out; Rebecca quickly licked me clean. I threw my head back and pushed myself up onto my elbows so that I could watch her touch me; it was such a beautiful sight. I panted as I tried not to cum yet. She quickly hardened her tongue and slid it into me, fucking me with her tongue. She pushed herself into me hard as she continued to rub my clit. I only wanted to sit on her tongue and feel it push inside me as she ran her thumb in circles. I mourned the loss of Rebecca's tongue as she seemed to pull away and reach under the couch. I heard a slight humming sound; the visual of a pulsating purple vibrator slowly appeared. I felt its coldness slip into me, making my pussy clamp onto it tight. She slid it in and out of me, and then returned to licking my pussy and exploring it with her fingers and tongue. I wanted it back, but didn't dare move or ask. Suddenly I felt it press against my ass, giving gentle pressure. My mouth opened as I let out a few 'ooohhhhs' and 'ahhhhhs' of my own. The wetness of my pussy lubricated the vibrator, making it easily slide into my ass. Sliding it in, she went back to running her tongue around my clit and fingering my hole. It was so much....like sensory overload. I threw my head back and pushed down on her face, bucking my hips wildly. I felt the vibrations in my ass pulsate through my body. Losing all touch with reality, I felt my hands reach down to her head, pushing her gently into me. My orgasm creeped into my body and exploded, leaving me to shutter and call out Rebecca's name, enjoying being touched in so many different places. My juices continued trickle out of my body and onto her tongue. I shuttered for several minutes as we both relaxed against the couch trying to catch our breath. After a few minutes, we kissed and she thanked me. We parted ways, going to our respectful bedrooms. But we did learn something very important....Rebecca's husband sure was a heavy sleeper.... Midnight Meetings Ch. 02 It had been a week since Rebecca and I had our first intimate experience. The atmosphere of the house changed; she and I basically ran into each other in the house, giggling. It was like a little secret club that we were involved with....only at the time there were only two members. She and I frequently made up excuses to get out of the house alone, mainly to talk and make sure our friendship wasn't going to suffer since we had become intimate. It was a Friday and we were enjoying Chinese at our favorite restaurant when I nearly had a heart attack. Rebecca took a deep breath and suddenly blurted out, "I think I need to tell Michael what's going on. You've opened up a whole sexual side to me that I didn't know was there, and I'd like for he and I to try some new things sexually. But he's going to want to know where this is all coming from, and I think its best that I'm honest with him." I nearly dropped my chopsticks in shock. It had only happened once, why did she have to tell her husband anything at all? "I know what you're thinking. You think that Michael is going to be mad. But I really don't think so, Amber. I think if anything he'll be excited that I've come out of my shell. Think about it, we wouldn't have to hide anything or worry about getting caught because he would know." I wasn't so sure about that. Michael might get so mad that he would kick me out of the house or kill me in my sleep. Or worse, tell our other roommate Brian who would have to tell all of his friends....and he had a lot of friends. No way, this was a bad idea. Unfortunately I loved Rebecca to death and I couldn't argue with her. After all, it was her marriage and ultimately her decision. The snowflakes fell on the windshield as we made our way home. I sighed in relief as I noticed that Brian was home and could keep me company while Rebecca had a chat with Michael. I planned on attaching myself to Brian all night and using him as a human shield. Hopefully he didn't have a date over tonight. We had barely walked in the door when Rebecca grabbed her husband and drug him into their bedroom. I made a beeline for the living room where I found Brian watching a movie. I sweetly convinced him to stay in and have a movie marathon with me; I merely had to tempt him with popcorn and hot chocolate. I quickly ran into my bedroom and changed into lounge pants and a top, and went about making the goodies. There was a roaring fire, yet it was still chilly to me. In fact, the whole house was chilly....or was it just me? I sat on the couch and shivered. Brian noticed and did offer to share his blanket. I scooted closer to him on the couch and snuggled up against him. We'd done this before, but we'd never really been this close or shared a blanket. I was a little surprised when I felt his arm drape above me on the couch. Brian was a funny guy. In his next life he should be a comedian, he'd make a killing. He was attractive in his own way; he was built like a linebacker and had a terrific smile and laugh. You would not believe how many practical jokes I had been the butt end of. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't open the bathroom door, waiting for the firecrackers again. The first time I nearly pissed my pants. Like a slap in the face, it hit me what kind of situation I had on my hands. Brian had put on a chick flick, we had a roaring fire....hot chocolate....all the lights were out. Here we were, snuggling on the couch and his arm was slowly slipping down off the couch onto my shoulders. It took all I had not to snort in laughter. The funny and outgoing Brian was very shy about making a move on his roommate. Poor guy. I decided to stretch my arms high above my head, allowing my shirt to rise up and expose my newly pierced belly button. My shirt was a very light pink and skin tight. The cold had set in and instantly hardened my nipples. Out of the corner of my eye I could see him staring at my tits. "How's the piercing? Infected yet?" he teased, lowering his eyes to my flat belly. I feigned trouble seeing over my breasts, "I don't know, what do you think?" I turned my body away from him suddenly and scooted back to lie across his lap. "Well, does it look infected?" Brian swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat. "Um, nope. L-l-looks pretty good to me." I laughed softly as I felt his growing erection pressing into my back. I decided to stretch and squirm one more time, letting out a sexy sigh. Again my shirt rose up and brushed against my nipples, bringing cold chills to my body. Just the feel of the soft cotton rubbing against my tits was enough to make me start to feel wet. I could feel Brian's cock twitching below me, and I could sense that he was a little embarrassed as he chewed on his fingernail. Raising myself up I scooted back under his arm and leaned against him. His arm automatically dropped around my shoulders and massaged gently. I turned my face to look at him, study him. He was watching the movie, or at least pretended to. When I least expected it, he looked me directly in the eyes and stared back. Leaning close he gently kissed my lips. We lingered closely for a moment before he came in close again, this time parting my lips with his tongue. His arms reached around me, pulling me closer to him. He explored every crevice of my mouth, our tongues playing gently. "Oh, I'm sorry!" Michael nearly fell over, spinning himself so quickly trying to get out of the room. He apparently didn't expect to find his two roommates making out on the couch. Brian immediately jumped up and grabbed a pillow to cover his crotch. "I was just headed to bed. Goodnight!" an embarrassed Brian saluted us both and ran up the stairs before anything could be said. Michael and I merely looked at each other and shook our heads, smiling. Smiling is a good sign. Brian was the first to speak, "I'm not mad, at all. But Rebecca and I would like to talk to you, if that is okay. I'd prefer it in our bedroom, if that's okay. More privacy than out here...of course if you'd be more comfortable we can all head into your room...." "No, no," I assured him, "your room will be fine." I followed behind him, walking into their bedroom that was only lit by vanilla candles. The ambience was highly erotic. I noticed that Rebecca had also changed into her night clothes. Sporting a shorter t-shirt I could see the outline of her panties. I also noticed that Rebecca was smiling and there were no tears in site. Being the chicken that I am, I waited until Rebecca motioned for me to sit on the bed. As soon as I did, both Michael and Rebecca started explaining to me how things would work. No one was mad, but it wasn't really fair to Michael not to be involved in the relationship in some way. Rebecca and I could still have our private time....it just couldn't be all the time. Michael really was excited about his wife opening up sexually, and he had hoped that it could be a good thing for all of us....eventually. Could we start out slow and maybe let him watch? I looked over at Rebecca who was pleading with her eyes. It wasn't just Michael that wanted this, but her as well. Again, I questioned what I was getting myself into....but given my sexual tendencies I was already getting hot with the idea of Michael watching us together....it would be like putting on a show. I slowly smiled and nodded my head in agreement. I wasn't sure how long it was going to take for Rebecca and me to get started, considering it seemed to take hours before anyone initiated a move last time. Michael moved himself into a darkened corner where the light softly flickered off his face. He sat in the recliner where he had a good view of the bed. Rebecca obviously was turned on by the idea of Michael watching, and her moves came across as bold. She crawled across the bed on her knees until she was right in front of me. She pulled me up to my knees, facing her. Her fingernail traced the bottom of my pajama shirt, tickling the skin underneath. Slowly she ran her nails up my sides, pushing my shirt up. By the time the cold air hit my breasts, my nipples were hard again. Rebecca pulled my shirt off over my head and kissed me softly. I wanted to feel her skin against mine and I mimicked what she had just done. I tossed her shirt to the floor and ran my fingers down her chest until I grabbed a nipple and rolled it between my fingers. I lowered my mouth to take the other but in my mouth, coaxing it to come out and play. Rebecca swept my hair away from my face allowing Michael a better view. My tongue casually flicked her tit over and over again, making it as hard as the other nipple. Rebecca moaned quietly and pulled at my pants, indicating that she wanted them off. I obliged, nearly forgetting that Michael was in the room. I looked over to the corner and noticed that Michael had his hand resting on his crotch, massaging his cock through his pants. At first it felt a little weird, but then I took it as a compliment which made it easier for me to 'perform' for him. I leaned back on the bed and allowed her to pull of my bottoms, exposing my shaved pussy. Her eyes lingered and burned red with desire. She quickly shed her own panties and slid into the bed next to me. She propped herself up on an elbow and looked down at my body, lazily running her fingertips over my arms and shoulders....down my chest, lightly grazing my nipples. Over my stomach she tickled with her fingertips; Rebecca suddenly pulled me into an intimate embrace that brought our burning flesh together. I could feel her need as she pressed into me, bringing her lips to mine. I opened my mouth to her and caressed her tongue with mine. I felt her hand run through my hair and I immediately turned to my side. We struggled for the dominant role, and I melted into the bed and allowed her to straddle me. It was her turn to bite my nipples and scratch down my body. Rebecca leaned forward and pushed my wrists above my head. I noticed that she looked back to Michael who seemed to nod his head. My lover grabbed one of the beautiful vanilla candles and tipped it, spilling the hot wax over a breast and onto my stomach and inner thigh. I took in a deep breath, surprised at the new side I was seeing of my friend. It was a hot, burning pleasure and I soon realized I liked not being in control. I looked over to check on Michael who had now allowed his cock to escape his pants. I watched as he filled his hand with oil and slathered it on his pulsating cock. Even in the darkened shadows I could see and nearly smell his lust. Rebecca brought me back to attention as I felt her place something cold in my hand. I looked down and found a slim vibrator in my hand. She quickly straddled me again but this time backed her pussy over my face so that we were in the 69 position. I smelled her womanhood; she was so very wet and I instantly pushed my tongue into her canal to get a taste of her. I couldn't see her, but I could feel her body tense while she moaned. I gently ran my tongue back to her clit where I suddenly flicked it hard and fast, flattening my tongue and running it all over her clit. I quickly took it in my mouth and sucked. Rebecca's moaning was echoing in my ears. I lost myself in her beautiful pussy so it took me by surprise when I felt a wetness press up against my ass. My initial reaction was to clamp myself down tight. Rebecca coaxed me to relax by rubbing my anal ring. Once my body relaxed for her she quickly slid in a bullet, turning it onto medium speed. I sucked in a deep breath; this was not something that I was expecting. As I felt her tongue open me up as she ate my pussy, I started working her harder. She would moan into me but never removed her mouth. My limits were getting pushed, and I realized that Michael was openly masturbating....running his hands quickly up and down his cock his mouth remained open as he tried not to moan loudly. His eyes remained locked on the bed, but his breath was coming in spurts. I swiftly pushed the vibrator into Rebecca. She had little regard for Brian who was asleep and continued getting louder and louder. The noises of the room turned me on. I could feel a rubber dildo slide into my pussy, spreading me wider as it pushed its way in. I bucked my hips at Rebecca's face and wildly shook my head and tongue in every which direction to bring her over the edge. Pumping the vibrator into her wet heaven I could feel my own orgasm coming on. Rebecca twisted and turned the dildo, running her tongue quickly up and down my slit, sucking all of my juices. Pushing her way up to my clit, she pounded hard with her tongue. I could feel my toes curl up as I moaned into her pussy and quickly made her cum with me. Everything was wet as I exploded on her tongue. Rebecca happily lapped it up, and I remained the favor until it was too sensitive and I couldn't take it anymore. I had finally lowered my hips to the bed as she moved from my face. "Shit." I heard Michael say from the corner. "That was fucking hot." I rolled over and watched as he grabbed his wife's panties to try and clean up his cum. He must have squirted a million times; it was everywhere that I could see. Rebecca moved from the bed and sauntered over to her husband, kissing him passionately. We all lay on the bed and chatted a bit, mostly post sex banter as it was a little weird to make an exit from their bedroom. Fifteen minutes later I excused myself from exhaustion. Throwing on my clothes I thanked my lucky stars that my bedroom was the next door down. The hallway was quiet and I tiptoed to my room. I was about to put my hand on the doorknob when I came face to face with Brian. My bedroom was the next door, but the bathroom was kitty-cornered to my room. Brian looked at me, questioning in his eyes. Shit.