2 comments/ 54940 views/ 3 favorites Reconsiderations By: Spastic Man “I just don’t know what to do, Kim.” Sheila hesitated with the spoonful of chocolate ice cream just near her mouth. She gazed at it, but didn’t really see it. Beside her, her dearest friend and confidant, Kim, was eating her own pint of cookie dough sweetness. She looked over at her contemplative friend, set her food aside and reached out to Sheila. “Sweetie, you need to relax, is what you need,” Kim implored in her slight Southern accent. She took Sheila’s spoon, placed it in the cup and removed it from her hands entirely. Setting it aside, she hugged Sheila tightly, noticing tears welling in her eyes. Sheila responded by snuggling against her, welcoming the comforting embrace. It wasn’t the first time Kim had consoled her over the years, but this time was so unexpected. A little over a week ago, Sheila had come home early from a training seminar she needed to complete her medical degree. It was supposed to last a month, but she had received such high marks and displayed, as her advisor termed it, “exemplary knowledge of the material.” She was allowed to leave early and decided not to inform her boyfriend, Steve, opting to surprise him. Arriving at his apartment, prepared to indulge in a night out with the best guy she’d dated—ending, and likely beginning, with some passionate sexual antics, she’d slipped in quietly. It wasn’t too late, but the place was dark and Steve likely sleeping, so she silently made her way to his room and opened the door, planning to slip into his bed and wake him up in the sexiest ways she could think of. What she’d found shocked, angered, saddened and frightened her. In the moonlight, her eyes adjusted to see her man sitting on the edge of his bed, completely naked, but not alone. Standing before him was another naked body, a male one. It took her several moments to realize that it was in fact Steve’s best friend, Keith. Steve was sucking Keith’s cock. Both men were moaning and obviously enjoying the situation. Sheila could only watch in stunned silence. Keith’s hands caressed and combed Steve’s hair. Steve’s hands played across Keith’s ass and thighs. He reached up to caress his balls and grip his shaft as he sucked and licked the head, stopping to kiss it from time to time. Keith moaned and muttered something about loving when he did that. The comment struck Sheila. This wasn’t the first time they’d been together like this. She wanted to run away, she wanted to scream...she wanted... She could only watch. The sight of two men together didn’t disgust her. She’d had a couple gay friends in college who’d put on a show for her one night when they’d all smoked weed together. It had been something of a turn-on, really, forbidden, but exciting and different. It wasn’t something she had expected or wanted to see the man she loved doing. She returned from her thoughts when Keith groaned loudly and came in Steve’s mouth, who took it with ease. He swallowed his friend’s cum like he’d been doing it all his life. Sheila realized she didn’t know how long he had indeed been doing it. After what seemed like forever, Steve finally pulled his lips off Keith drooping cock. Keith bent forwarded, pulled Steve’s face to his and kissed him deeply. Somehow, that shocked her more than anything and a gasp escaped her lips before her hand could cover her mouth. The men looked at her. Steve’s eyes widened when he saw her watching them. Before anything could be said or done, Sheila turned and left without looking back. As she started her car and began to drive away, Steve came running after her, wearing only sweatpants. She never paused, just drove away—straight to Kim’s. Steven had assumed as much and called several times, but neither woman answered the phone, only listened to him on the answering machine beg Sheila to call him and talk things out. She had no desire to do so. Her mind flashing back to the present, Sheila snuggled with Kim as her friend pulled a blanket around them. They were quiet for several moments. “My boyfriend is gay,” Sheila finally put out. She had a slight accent of her own, but she had left her and Kim’s hometown sooner and it wasn’t as pronounced anymore. Kim laughed slightly. “No, he’s not, Sheila. You’ve told me enough intimate details of your sex life to assure you of that fact. I’ve slept with a truly gay man, though he was in denial at the time. They don’t do that much for you, and I know that you and Steve have rocked each others worlds.” Sheila hadn’t expected the rebuttal. “Okay, then he’s bisexual. And right now, he’s enjoying the company of men. Or maybe he always has. Maybe he and Keith get it on all the time when I’m away and I just caught them for the first time. Maybe all of his friends are queers and have big gay circle jerks on the weekends.” “Hey,” Kim shot her a look. “You’re not that kind of person.” No, she wasn’t, but Sheila wanted to vent and Kim wasn’t being terribly supportive of it at the moment. Kim sensed as much. “Sheila, dear,” she said, “are you more upset that he’s into this or that he didn’t tell you?” Sheila didn’t respond. She wasn’t honestly sure of the answer. Kim continued. “See, Steve could just be bi-curious. Okay, actually sucking a guy off makes you a little more than curious, but I’m saying that maybe he just enjoys that aspect of being gay. It doesn’t mean he fantasizes about guys when he’s having sex with you. It doesn’t even mean he finds guys attractive. It could be just Keith. They’ve been friends for years, since they were kids, right? Well, what if they first explored sexuality together and they never quite stopped? I recall telling you all about the first time I played with myself, the first time I gave a guy head, first sex…hell, you lived vicariously through me many times before you starting messing with guys. Sure, I was a slut, but that’s not the point.” Kim smiled, attempting to lighten the mood with humor. Sheila just kind of looked at her. She was dumbfounded that her friend seemed to be defending what Steve had done. She told her as much. “I’m not defending it. It was a shitty way for you to find out, but it doesn’t mean he doesn’t love you or want to be with you. The fifty-odd phone calls a day tell you that. “Sheila, I just want you to think this over before you throw away what I think is the best relationship you’ve ever had.” Sheila thought for a moment. “Okay, Kim, I get the point. I just don’t know if I can be with someone who enjoys giving head to a guy more than I do. I’d always expect the other foot to drop—for him to decide that that’s all he wants, that he really is gay.” Kim nodded and thought to herself for a few minutes. She decided to say what was on her mind and hope it drove home the point. Sheila had been her closest friend for so long and she knew that at heart, she was an open-minded and understanding person, but she wasn’t certain about how some things would set in their relationship. So she just laid it out for her. “I’ve slept with a few women in my life and I’m not gay. Don’t have any plans to become a lesbian, either. I love men way too much.” Sheila was taken aback, as Kim expected. She felt her pull away from their closeness, but at least she didn’t get up entirely. “Are you…are you serious?” Kim nodded to her. “I’m sorry I never told you before, but I wasn’t sure how you’d take it. I figured it was the best way to illustrate my point and get the only secret I’ve ever kept from you (I swear) off my chest.” Sheila’s mind felt cloudy, full of thoughts, words, ideas…confusion. She’d seen her boyfriend having sex with his best guy friend and her best and closest gal pal just told her she’d slept with women. “Am I the only person who’s not fucking someone of the same gender?” Kim reached out and held Sheila’s hands. “Do you think less of me for doing so? I’m being honest with you. It’s not my preferred sex, but I enjoyed it…and I’d do it again if the right girl came along.” Sheila looked at Kim for several moments, trying to make sense of it all. Her mind cast back to their years together, to the good and bad times they’d weathered together. Kim was special to her, always would be. She’d never held her promiscuity with men against her, even if she did disapprove at times. There was no good reason to do so here, either. She was an open-minded woman and she wanted to act like one. “No, I don’t Kim. You’re my best girlfriend, always will be. I love you and I would never think less of you for who you sleep with.” Kim smiled, somewhat relieved at the response and the two young women embraced. Kim began to cry a bit, realizing that she’d shared the only thing she’d felt guilty keeping from her friend. Sheila, hearing her sobs, hugged tighter and grew misty eyed as well. When they finally pulled apart, Kim had composed herself a bit. Sheila wiped a stray tear from her cheek and grinned at her. “So,” she said, “anyone I know?” “Well,” Kim drawled, and then laughed. “Only one. Remember that three bedroom we shared for a while after high school?” Sheila’s mouth dropped open. “Carrie? The God girl? You’re shitting me!” Kim laughed harder and shook her head. “Nope. She wasn’t always so good…except when she was really good.” She outright giggled and flushed this time. “You have no idea how many times she ran off to church after nights of sin with me.” “I thought you completely hated her?” “Well, I did, sort of. I mean, you know, she was so anal, so annoyingly chipper…ugh… But she was so damn beautiful, I had to have her. Never would have dreamed it was her secret weakness, too.” Sheila shook her head, stunned. “Were you doing it when I was around?” “No, no, she was too scared half the time when we knew you’d be long gone. Well, once, I caught her off guard in the shower while you were asleep. That was fucking incredible.” Kim’s eyes glazed over for a moment. Her fingers rubbed Sheila’s hand absently as she thought. There was a sexual tone to the gesture, inspired by the reminiscing, but Sheila didn’t mind. Like Kim had said, Sheila had been a vicarious voyeur in her sexploits in the past. She was rather enjoying it this time, too. Kim snapped back and flashed her big smile again. Sheila could see how man or woman could be attracted to her. The blondish-brown curls of her hair framed a face that was equal parts cute and sexy. She had the body of a model, thanks to regular sessions at the gym and, most importantly to her charm, she had the attitude and wit to know her powers and use them. When they’d been teenagers, Sheila had envied her immensely. She herself had been a gawky, unglamorous girl with low self confidence but a sharp mind and likeable personality that kept her from being an outcast. Her post-teenage years had turned her into an unassumingly attractive woman in her own right. She was still skinny and never saw the point in spending hours preening in front of a mirror, but guys admired her cute, tomboyish nature. “So, now that this all out in the open, you want to hear some more stories? I’ve always wanted to tell you about Paulina.” Sheila agreed and the two women talked for a couple hours about Kim’s experiences with the fairer sex. Kim hadn’t been this enthusiastic for telling sex stories since some of her early experiences in high school. Finally, in the late hours of the night, Kim decided to go to bed, leaving Sheila on the couch bed with a final hug and a thank you for the night of revelation. “Maybe you’ll have a new perspective on Steve.” The mention of the name brought everything back to Sheila. She’d barely thought about him in hours. It took her some time to sleep, but when she did, she dreamed… * * * It was the middle of the night. She was in her apartment, in bed, nearly asleep when she felt a hand slip between her legs. She realized she was naked as the hand began to caress her pussy, lightly playing over the lips and dipping inside a little further with each stroke. She moaned quietly and turned to where Steve would be lying beside her. The sudden erotic attention made her throb below the waste. She wanted him, wanted to be fucked, to have her pussy ate out, whatever she could get. She opened her eyes to see that Steve’s back was to her. He was awake and naked as well, but he wasn’t the one touching her. Instead, he was in a 69 with another man, touching his body as they sucked dicks. She wanted to shout, to be angry, but the hand between her legs slipped a finger into her warm, wetness and she only felt intense, undeniable pleasure. If she couldn’t have her own man, she would find comfort with the one that was giving her such feelings. She rolled to her other side, realizing the bed was much larger than she’d ever noticed before. Upon opening her eyes again, she stared into the beautiful face of Kim, who smiled at her. “Everything’s going to be all right, sweetie.” She pulled Sheila to her, and kissed her, long and deep, as her fingers explored the inner walls of her pussy. Sheila came… * * * …awaking with a start. Her own fingers were playing in her pussy as the short, but strong orgasm subsided. She lay exhausted for several minutes before she remembered where she was. She pulled the blankets about her and looked around in the darkness, wondering if Kim had heard or seen her. The night was quiet. Listening, she could hear the radio in Kim’s room. She left it on at night to help her sleep. Not loud, but enough that she probably wouldn’t have heard Sheila if she was awake. Momentary panic over, Sheila began to recount the dream in her head. Though she had been touching herself the whole time, the dream notion of Kim doing it was hard to shake. She thought about Steve and the other man, who might have been Keith, but she never saw his face. She thought about Kim touching her, the kiss, the feel of her, and the desire to come for her. All these thoughts mixed in her head. Her body still felt primed for sex. The orgasm had been a light one; she was used to several in one session. She felt hot, sexy, and needy. She wanted release and diddling herself wasn’t going to be enough. She was already standing in Kim’s doorway when she realized she’d even got out of bed. What did she expect to find to help her here? Toys? A man? Kim? Was that what her body was telling her? To make her dream a reality? To have sex with her best friend, her girlfriend? Steve had done it with his best guy friend. He’d indulged a taboo for his own pleasure. She could, too. That would be fitting revenge. No, this wasn’t about revenge. Maybe that could justify it somewhat, but this was about lust. She was horny. She’d come home eager to fuck her boyfriend and had been denied the opportunity. She’d spent half the night listening to Kim tell her sex stories. Not just any sex stories, but those with other girls. And she’d envied it. Envied the handful of women who had known her friend in the only way she herself didn’t. There was no reason she shouldn’t have that connection with her, too. No reason they couldn’t make love. The night was warm, so Kim had left her window open slightly. A light breeze blew in, pushing the thin curtains about, casting dancing shadows on the room from a streetlight. In the middle of that light, seemingly framed by it, Kim lay on her bed. She’d kicked the blanket to the floor and lay uncovered on the sheets. She was wearing a white camisole, trimmed in lace, with matching panties, cut high on her hips, exposing her gorgeous legs. Sheila had always thought Kim to be an exceptionally beautiful woman. But right now she was the sexiest, most desirable creature in the world. She needed no more to make up her mind. She wanted to make love to her friend all night. Is this how Steve had felt when he first chose to have sex with Keith? Was it this easy to do something you’d never considered before? She slid onto the bed beside Kim, still admiring her lovely form. She reached out to touch her leg, near the knee, and slowly drug her palm up that smooth skin. Kim always kept her legs so smooth, so touchable. Sheila flashed back in her mind to their youth, to nights when they’d be cuddled in bed together for sleepovers, talking about boys and sex. Their legs would tangle together as they’d giggle and tease each other. Kim’s legs had been smooth then, too, so soft and comfortable. It had never seemed erotic before, but the reflection simmered in her mind with innocence since lost. She wanted to feel those legs tangled with hers now. As her hand made its way to Kim’s thigh, she felt the strong muscle beneath the skin. Kim suddenly sighed and shifted onto her back. Sheila’s hand stayed as Kim’s thigh moved beneath it. Her fingers now rested close to her friend’s lace edged crotch. She pushed her fingers up to the frill and rubbed it as she pulled herself up the bed to lay closer to Kim. As the heat of her body became more tangible, her fingertips explored the material between those sexy legs. They found the outline of a warm, mildly damp pussy and began tracing it through the fabric. Kim moaned now, audible over the sounds of techno coming from the stereo on the dresser. She lifted her bottom slightly, pushing into the hand touching her most sensitive place. Sheila rubbed a little harder, her middle finger pushing the panties between the now noticeably wet lips of Kim’s rapidly heating and throbbing pussy. Sheila continued playing with Kim below her waist while she pressed herself against her upper body. Their breasts met as Sheila leaned to place a soft kiss on Kim’s lips. She smelled wonderful, a mixture of light perfume, soap and Kim’s natural, now slightly heated scent. The kiss awoke Kim—her eyes fluttering open to focus on Sheila. In a few quick moments, she registered her presence, her desire, her daring touch. She opened her mouth to speak, but Sheila quiet her with a free finger, hanging it lightly against her lips. Kim was silent and breathed in, smiling slightly. The hand at her lips was the one Sheila had played upon herself in her dream and the scent was still there. Kim’s lips parted. Her hand gently grasped Sheila’s wrist and held it as she kissed the tip of her middle digit and pulled it between her lips to taste. Sheila’s whole body burned and she actually felt her pussy getting wetter than it already was as Kim suckled her fingers in turn, slowly tonguing each one. Kim’s gyrations against Sheila’s hand got stronger and more insistent, finally compelling the fingers to the waistband. Sheila brushed her tips beneath the elastic band until she felt the soft downy hair within. Her pulse quickened with this new level of exploration opened to her. She tickled and smoothed the hair as her fingers moved slowly lower, feeling the heat emanating from Kim growing. Suddenly, she was touching a pussy that was not her own, but still somewhat familiar in its aroused state—hot, wet and subtly pulsing to Kim’s heartbeat. It was like this for her, because of her touch, her want. Sheila found that fact so incredible. She’d felt and seen a few swollen cocks in her life, but men were easy to arouse. To do this for her lovely female friend was somehow special, almost magical. Kim had stopped licking and sucking Sheila’s fingers when her pussy first felt the touch of her friend. She laid completely still, Sheila’s hand still at her lips, as Sheila tentatively began anew the caresses she’s given her through her underwear. The direct pleasure now was amazing, so gentle, so loving. Somewhere in her mind, as she shared stories of making love to women with her oldest friend, she might have dared a thought that they could share such an experience. That it was happening was something beyond her imaginings. She tugged Sheila’s wrist to get her attention, to pull her in closer. Sheila gazed at her, still rubbing her throbbing pussy and understood. Reconsiderations Sheila continued her exploration as she shifted her weight to get closer to Kim as she seemed to be wanting. Kim reached out to touch Sheila’s face, drawing them together, their eyes meeting. “Sheila, sweetie,” Kim whispered, struggling to speak over the warm waves traveling up her body from Sheila’s delicate, but knowing, finger work between her legs. “Are you sure you want to do this? I don’t want you to wake up tomorrow and regret this. I won’t lose you like that.” She stopped and sighed, closing her eyes slightly as a finger pushed slowly into her canal. “Oh, god, yes. Please tell me you don’t want to stop. I need you so badly, Sheila.” She opened her eyes to gaze into her friend’s looking back with love and a slightly lusty smile. “I need you, too, Kim. I want this, so fucking badly. I want to make love to you tonight, all night. I want what you gave all those other girls. The one thing you’ve never shared with me. I want you.” In that all too fitting moment, Sheila’s exploratory finger found Kim’s most sensitive internal spot. A searing, mind hazing orgasm caused her to buck her hips off the bed and cry out. “Oh, fuck!!” she spit out and shook with pleasure. When she dropped back to the bed, Sheila took her hand from her panties, straddled her hips and kissed her girlfriend. Kim wrapped her arms around Sheila’s back and kissed back with fiery passion, her skin still tingling from her sudden climax. Her pussy still throbbed and she pulled her legs up from between those of the sexy woman who’d done it to her and wrapped them around her waist, as though trying to melt each other together. She shifted her lower body until she found a way to grind herself against Sheila’s pelvic bone and upper thigh. Sheila pushed and thrust with her as their lips parted and their tongues met in smooth, wet combat. When Sheila’s hand touched Kim’s cheek, she smelled her own juices and felt the sticky wetness on her skin. Sheila must have just noticed it, too. She pulled her lips from Kim’s and began to lick a finger with zest. Kim watched her until she offered her pinky for a taste of her own. She did so slowly and sensuously, watching Sheila the whole time. She’d tasted her own pussy many times, but there was always a thrill to getting it from the skin or lips of another. Tasting it on Sheila was an old dream come powerfully true. Tonight was going to be something special. When the tasting was done, Sheila leaned to kiss Kim again briefly before planting pecks across her cheek to her ear. “Kim,” she blew hot air in her ear. Kim moaned and laughed slightly. “I want to taste your pussy firsthand. I want to eat you and lick you and suck your juices until you come on my face.” Kim moaned again, louder, and pushed her body harder against her friend. Sheila knew Kim liked dirty talk and hearing such promises from the lips of her friend was whipping her mind and libido into a frenzy she’d not felt in some time. The women reluctantly parted, as Sheila stood to remove her pajamas. She pulled her shirt off, exposing her naked chest for Kim’s eyes. The two had seen each other naked before, in all their years of growing up together, but now, it was something very different, infused with a new meaning. Sheila rarely felt comfortable exposing herself before someone else. It had taken her some time with Steve, though he always complimented her and seemed to worship her nude body like no man ever had. As she pushed her pants down and stood bare before her friend, she felt no such reservations. Kim’s appraising eyes and satisfied smile only made her feel infinitely sexy. She was a lithe young woman who nonetheless was curvy in all the right places. Her breasts were small, but shapely, capped by nipples men loved to suckle. She hoped Kim would feel the same. She felt a tingle in her lower body at the thought of those smiling lips on her. Without thinking, she put a hand between her legs and touched her hot, wet pussy. “Mmmm,” Kim purred. “A little turned on, aren’t you? You’re certainly turning me on, you sexy girl.” She got on her knees on the bed and pulled off her camisole, tossing it aside before leaning back and lifting her legs in the air to pull her panties off and throw them away, too. It was an incredibly sexy motion, something Sheila had only seen in porn. Kim curled herself on the bed for a moment, letting her gal pal admire her own nakedness. Kim was a contrast and compliment to Sheila. She was about half a foot shorter with a voluptuous body that men could never help but admire. Kim never really showed off with it, rarely wearing overly tight or provocative clothing, but was well aware of its appeal and power over the rougher sex…as well as her own. Her breasts were not too large, but noticeable, with not the slightest hint of sag to them. Her skin was a darker contrast to Sheila’s somewhat pale complexion. Sheila loved Kim’s body and now, under these circumstances, she longed to be close to it, to touch and taste her skin and feel her warm softness against her own. Kim rose to her knees again and seductively crawled to the edge of the bed. Her penetrating stare drew Sheila to her. When Sheila stood by her, their eyes locked and they reached out in unison, their hands touching first, fingers briefly weaving together—a gentle, mutual squeeze of comfort and assurance to continue as they began to explore. Sheila felt her way down Kim’s arms to touch her shoulders and kneed her fingers over them onto her back. Kim made slow circles up Sheila’s thighs, molded her hips and moved higher until her palms rested at the sides of her breasts. Kim finally cupped those cute little tits and rubbed the nipples with her thumbs, which promptly stiffened. Sheila sighed, her hands playing in Kim’s curls, imploring her gently to bring her face to her chest. Kim looked up at her, still teasing her nipples and massaging her breasts. “You want me to kiss them, don’t you?” Sheila nodded silently. “Lick them?” Sheila nodded again, now pulling at Kim’s head with the subtlest force. “Suck on them?” Only a needy moan this time as Kim relented to the pressure with glee. Kim’s lips touched the rise of Sheila’s left breast like a static shock, but rather than recoil, she felt like she would melt into her as she kissed her way to the mild cleft between and flicked her tongue there. Sheila giggled at the slight tickling sensations, and then moaned as Kim pushed her breasts together, her thumbs tweaking her hard and sensitive nipples. She kissed back and forth over the flesh before licking in slow circles on the left one, moving closer to the center. By the time she reached the areola, Sheila was squirming in place, her hands clutched in Kim’s hair, eager for the next step. Kim’s tongue found that nipple stiff and delicious. She lapped at it a few times before her lips closed around it, suckling gently. She licked and sucked for several moments. It had been some years since she’d been with a woman and she was quickly remembering how much she loved it. The tastes, the sensations, the softness of a woman’s body and the unique and erotic ways it could be pleasured. When she made love to a woman, she always wondered why she would ever go back to a man. The fact that she was finally doing it with her closest and most intimate friend in every other realm of her life only heightened the sense of wonder and excitement she was feeling. Sheila, for her part, was completely immersed in this new world of intimacy. As Kim teased, kissed and sucked her breasts, eventually moving back and forth between them, she felt herself getting hotter and hotter. She hadn’t been this turned on in so long. Her mind was filled with nothing but warm, sexy thoughts, all of her current troubles and doubts about her relationship with Steve forgotten entirely. There was only Kim and their mutual pleasure for however long this night lasted. Kim attended to Sheila’s breasts for several minutes before she decided she needed more and that she wanted some for herself. She pulled away from her friend’s lovely body, took her hands into her own and gently pulled her onto the bed, admiring her as she moved, eager to explore all the dark recesses of her soft skin. She lay back against the pillows as Sheila fell atop her, their naked legs tangling together as they embraced yet again and their lips found another passionate kiss. As their tongues played together, Kim’s hands felt all over Sheila’s slight frame, enjoying every inch of her she could touch--her short, straight hair, her shoulders and back, her cute, perfectly shaped ass. She gripped that butt tightly and massaged it as they kissed. Sheila’s hands were busy, too, caressing Kim’s pretty face and playing with her hair before letting them slide down her chest to fondle her breasts. Later, Sheila would remember her actions with wonder at her boldness and disregard for the knowledge that she was exploring territory she might have just the day before considered unacceptable for her. But right now she was enjoying a woman’s body like she’d been doing it for years. She broke the kiss to get a taste of what Kim had done to her, dipping her head to use her mouth on her tits. Tits men had loved for years and she had envied growing up. Now, she was kissing them, licking them, working her fingers over the skin until she finally began sucking the nipples in turns. Her devotion and attention to the task drove her friend wild as she licked, nibbled and suckled until Kim could take no more. “Mmm…Sheila, sweetie, that feels so good.” Sheila smiled at her, flicking her tongue across an over-sensitive nipple. “But there’s so much more to do tonight, so much I want to share with you, if you’re ready.” At that, her fingers, which had been idly caressing Sheila’s butt and upper thighs, slipped between her legs to touch the very warm, very wet spot there. “I want this, Sheila. I want to taste you and I want you to taste me.” Sheila sighed heavily into Kim’s cleavage and pushed her aching pussy against those fingers. She wiggled back up to lie face to face with Kim, her own hand once again toying about between Kim’s thighs. She rubbed her forefinger into her slit. It was so slick and hot. She probed through the folds to find her clit and rubbed it gently, the way she liked to touch her own. Kim smiled and purred. Sheila gently kissed Kim’s lips and spoke into her ear as she rubbed the nub between her finger and thumb. “I love you, Kim. You’re my best friend and I’m so glad we can be together tonight like this.” Kim sighed contentedly at her friend’s admission. “I love you, too, Sheila. Always have. I used to lie awake at night dreaming of making love to you. I hope this isn’t a dream, now.” “It’s not,” was all Sheila said as she shifted her body to 69 with Kim on the bottom. Soon, Kim’s open legs were before her and she could smell her hot pussy, ready to be devoured. In turn, her legs were on either side of Kim’s head, who was already fingering her slowly in anticipation of her own taste. They began to lick each other at nearly the same time, Kim joyfully tasting pussy again, Sheila trying her first, but enjoying it with delight, nonetheless. The women lapped gently, but steadily at one another. Sheila followed the lead Kim was performing on her, feeling her more experienced friend’s technique already setting her on fire. Tongues caressed folds and explored luscious canals. Lips were kissed and clits flicked and sucked. The sounds of their lovemaking filled the darkened room as two long time friends crossed the final barrier in their loving, intimate relationship. Sheila came first, unable to continue pleasuring Kim as her body was burned by waves of warmth and orgasm. As she came down from her high, they resituated, Kim propped up by pillows, instructing Sheila on just how she liked her pussy eaten. Sheila was a willing learner and soon Kim cried out with another orgasm. They cuddled and slept for some time, but woke in the night to make love again, slower and longer and more intently than before. The sun was rising when they were finished this time. Sliding beneath the covers, their warm, satiated bodies fit together in peaceful embrace as they softly kissed, blissful exhaustion threatening to overtake them at any time. “Good thing we’re off work today,” Kim said, pushing a strand of hair from Sheila’s eyes and pecking her forehead. “I would have called in anyway,” Sheila replied, impulsively kissing Kim’s lips again. In all the new experiences she’d found that night, kissing her girlfriend still held the most thrill. They closed their eyes and were silent for some time. Kim was nearly asleep when Sheila spoke again. “I guess I should call Steve. I guess I have a new perspective on things. No reason he shouldn’t get a chance to explain.” She looked hesitantly at Kim, afraid she’d said something wrong. Kim only hugged her tighter and smiled. “Sweetie, I told you I love you, and I hope this isn’t the only time we get to do this, but I know Steve is a different situation entirely. I’m glad you opened your mind up from this. I didn’t tell you about my sex with girls to see if you’d sleep with me. Can’t complain that it worked, though.” The gals laughed. “I did it to show you a side of me you’d never seen but didn’t change who I was. Steve has a side to him you didn’t know. And now you have one, too.” “Thanks, Kim. I’ll call him.” Sheila snuggled close. “But, hey, he had a few days of fun without me, I’m gonna assume. I can do the same with you, can’t I?” “Of course you can. Let’s get some sleep and see where the day takes us when we get up.” They kissed again and quickly fell asleep…