0 comments/ 34549 views/ 1 favorites Friends to Lovers By: ennathide The day had been long, but it wasn't finished yet. She was sitting there at her computer screen staring, not really knowing what she was looking at. She was tired and vulnerable, but she needed to get this done and get some sleep for she had another long day ahead of her. She sensed someone was in the room with her, but she knew it couldn't be so. Her houseguest had gone to bed several hours earlier claiming he had an early morning to look forward to. So she continued working on her project. Then she felt it, the ever so feathery light touch of fingers at the base of her neck. Her body shuddered as if awakened from a sleep. The touch was light and soothing, the hands, gentle and caring. She just sat there not knowing what to say or do as she realized this was not a dream but the hands of her houseguest. The touch and the feeling felt good to her inside and while she knew it was not right; she did not want it to stop. The touch, which began so soft and gentle, turned into a relaxing massage. She sat there reveling in the feel of this touch. It was a part of her life that had been missing for a while, the feel of human skin on skin and all the warmth and feelings that it can bring. No words were spoken, none needed to be. While he also knew this was not suppose to happen, he had seen her weaknesses in trying to cope with all that was happening around her. He was not feeling sorry for her, he was feeling an overwhelming need to protect and comfort. He was sure this was the way to express it. So slowly, carefully, as he snuck into the room and upon her, he first touched her ever so lightly. He felt the shudder of her body, and the urge to hold her became overwhelming, but he held back. He knew to make this work, he would have to go slowly and cautiously, or she might climb into her shell and then he would be of no comfort at all to her. He lingered with his fingers on her neck. First massaging lightly, and then slowly gradually deepened the massage. He could feel her start to come alive under his touch, and he could also feel the fires awaken in him. It was not the feelings he had expected, for he had no intention of this being any more that a friend comforting a friend. As she sat there, she let her mind wander to a peaceful place she had never been before. Bills, kids, moving, husbands all left her mind with abandon. She was free of all that held her down, free to feel all the feelings that she felt were buried deep inside her and had maybe even died. But she knew now, that was not the case. As his fingers continued to massage her neck, her body started to respond, not in anyway he would notice, thank goodness. She didn't want to feel this way, for she did not want to lose a friend in the process, but she also did not want to lose what she was feeling inside at the time. He sat down behind and continued to massage her neck. He felt sure he had her full attention and the glaring computer screen was nothing more than a slight annoyance. As he continued to massage her neck, he very gently leaned over and gave her a whisper soft kiss on the head. From the explosion that occurred inside him, he would have thought he struck gold. There was something about this woman that made him feel quite defenseless. Usually with women, while being caring and concerned about their feelings, he still felt as if he were in control at all times. With this woman, that was not the case. When he kissed her head, he got lost in the smell of her womanly perfume, an incredible aphrodisiac. It only made him want her more and while she tried to hide it, he felt it was the same for her. As he sat behind, she felt that little butterfly kiss on the top of her head. That one jester sent a wave of emotion through her like no other. She felt happiness, hope, and desire, a desire that burned deep within her, a feeling like she had never felt before. It scared her right down to her bones. She never knew she could have a feeling like that for someone, after all she was married and had never experienced that feeling with her husband. She wanted more from this friend, but was afraid of where it might take her, afraid of her feelings, afraid to lose the friendship, and mostly afraid to lose herself, or maybe find herself once again. He could tell from her reactions, that she was conflicted, he wasn't sure how to proceed next. He kept massaging her neck and absentmindedly started moving down her back. He did not want to rush things, yet there was an underlying fire in him that needed to be tamed. He needed to feel her, all of her, but he must proceed slowly or he would not get the fire put out in himself. As he continued to massage her neck and back, he leaned in again and planted ever go gentle kisses on her neck. He knew at once from her reaction, that she was feeling some of the same feelings he was. With those kisses, her whole body shuddered and a tiny gasp came from her. He knew now that with time, he would have her in the most intimate way a man could. He also knew, that once it happened, it would be an experience he would never forget. As she sat there enjoying the neck rub, his hands ever so gently moved lower down her back. She was getting lost in the motion of his hands. Suddenly her whole body erupted in a flurry of tingling. She was trying to understand what caused this, then realized, he was kissing her neck. A tiny gasp came from her. She couldn't believe it, had she made this sound? Was she having this pleasure? Surely not, she was an old married lady. She could not have feelings like this. But she was and she wanted more. He continued with the touches and the kisses, pressing more dangerously towards an unknown end. He began to take his hands on a perilous journey. He slipped his hands further down her back and under her shirt. When he felt her skin, it was like feeling silk beneath his fingers. His fingers burned to feel more. She didn't stop him, so he continued his journey up her back until he came to an encumbrance. He had a decision to make now, should he stop here and walk out of the room, or should he go on and learn what heaven is all about. He wasn't sure which path to take. As she felt his hands move down further, she felt the material of her shirt give way. His hands were moving up her back. What an incredible feeling it was. That feeling of his cautious, yet curious fingers on her back, and the feeling of flesh on flesh contact, it was almost more than she could bear. It took every ounce of her being to keep a clear head and she was losing the battle. As she felt his hands work up her back, she felt his hesitation at as he reached her bra strap. This was the moment of truth, will she stop him or allow him to go on. She felt he was having the same feeling too. Even though she knew she should stop it here and now, she had no desire to do that. The emotions she was feeling were too new and too wonderful to stop what was happening. Although she knew it was wrong, she would allow this scene to play out and try not to feel guilty about it later. He perceived from her reactions that she wanted what he did so he took it to the next step. With fumbling fingers, he managed to unhook her bra. He could tell by the way it let loose, that her breasts were happy to be free. It took everything in him, not to rush right around and touch them and tease them and bring them to a height of desire, but he had other needs first. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt and removed it while always keeping one hand on her massaging and kneading her back. Once his shirt was off, he slowly lifted her shirt over her head and removed her bra. He then turned her in such a way that his bare chest was against her back. The feeling of her skin against his was beyond words. He wrapped his arms around her and just held her like that for a while. The feelings she had when he released her bra, was one of wonder and freedom. She was letting go of all the demons she had been holding in and enjoying this moment in time. It was an exhilarating emotion. She felt as one with him as he held her close, front to back, skin to skin. She never wanted this feeling to go away. She would savor it forever. As he sat there holding her, he fingers began to wander. They wandered up her front towards her neck and down towards her most personal areas. He stopped in-between to behold two of the most beautiful breasts he had ever felt. Though somewhat saggy with age, he still felt they were perfect. They told the story of a woman who had experienced life's' trials and tribulations. It made him feel that much more special that she wanted to share this part of her with him. He turned her around in the chair and for that first time since this started their eyes met. He saw a hunger and a need in her eyes that he only hoped that he could meet and she wouldn't be disappointed when they were done. He kissed her gently on the lips, as a way of telling her it would all be ok, that he would be gentle, tender, and loving in this shared experience. She kissed him back and he knew this was the right thing to do. He began to kiss her deeper and with more longing. Their tongues met in the middle and he knew he had to have her. It had to be tonight, and even if it never happened again, he would feel satiated. He only hoped he could bring her pleasure the way she was bringing it to him. When he stripped the top of her naked, she felt embarrassment. She had not been with another man since she had married. Because of other demands on her time, she had let her body go. It was not the young, svelte body this man was used to. The signs of gravity and aging were taking their toll. She was afraid that once he looked at her he would run away and not look back, so she didn't want to turn around and spoil the illusion. But she had no choice, he slowly spun the chair around and then he saw her. But he didn't run, instead he stayed and gave her the most tender kiss she had ever received. Her heart ached with joy to know this man, this friend would accept her as she was, with all her flaws, and still want her. She kissed him back with a passion she couldn't yet understand and didn't want to try. She was in it now for it all and there was no looking back. As they continued to kiss, his hands wandered over her breasts, caressing them lovingly. His kisses worked down the nape of her neck. He could feel her body responding to his kisses and his touch. Slowly and gently he took one of her breasts into his hand and then began to kiss it. It was a magnificent feeling to taste her body. An urgent feeling was welling up inside of him, but he had to fight it. He wanted to do that for her, he wanted it to be special and loving for her. He would have to fight for control, but he would do it. As he continued to touch her and kiss her, she became engulfed with feelings for him. The slow burning passion was replaced with a hot fiery desire. She was losing control and she did not want to, not yet. She wanted to savor the moment and have it last a long time. She too was fighting for control. She decided it was time to let him know that she desired him. She knew he desired her by the bulge in his pants. While he was kissing and caressing her, she gently lifted his head, brought her lips to his mouth and kissed him. During this kiss, she took his hands and gently pulled him up and started moving him towards the bedroom. Once in there, she closed the door behind him. She had a candle, on the dresser, which once lit cast shadows over the room. It was her way to have light to be able to see him, and him her, but he wouldn't be able to notice all her flaws. He was gorgeous in the candlelight. She continued to kiss him, hold him and caress him as they stood in the bedroom together. Then with shaky fingers, she unbuckled the belt he was wearing and unzipped his pants. She was surprised to find he had no underwear on, as all of him came springing out. It was a beautiful sight to behold. As she worked his pants off of him, she brought her kisses down his body. One by one, they led down to the most masculine place of all. She was there and it was hers for the night. Once all his clothes were off, she delighted in the shear beauty of his body. As with her, his had flaws too, but she didn't notice them. They were all part of who and what he was and they only added character to him and did not detract from the whole man. Yes, she was seeing the world through a different perspective and she was enjoying it. She startled him by leading the way to the bedroom. He had only hoped this would happen, but was never sure it would actually get to that point. As she closed to door and lit the candle, he admired her half naked beauty, but this was not enough for him, he wanted more. Her actions told him to wait though. As she unbuckled his pants, he suddenly remembered that he had no underwear on. Would this lead her to believe he had expected this all along and cause her to stop? When she unzipped his pants and his penis came out, she looked surprised but not dismayed. This made him feel good about his choice. He never truly thought it would get this far but a part of him definitely hoped it would. As she worked to undress him, she planted kisses down the length on his body. A couple of the kisses even lingered on his manhood. This was greater than he had ever hoped for and more satisfying that he had ever imagined. But now it was his turn. He wanted to see this beautiful woman in all her glory. He slowly unbuckled her pants, while kissing her on the lips and neck. The zipper came down without a hitch and the pants gently slipped to the floor. She stepped out of them for him. He held her tight against him so he could feel her the whole length of his body, but something was still missing. He lovingly drew his hands down her body and slowly started removing her underwear. She shuddered slightly; he thought it was from the excitement as he removed them. He then held her close to try to make their bodies feel as one. It was a good feeling, a great feeling, to have all that warm moist skin touching. Then he drew back slightly, he wanted to see her in the candlelight. Wanted to admire what he had for so long but never really could. It wasn't proper to cherish another man's wife, but tonight, he would put that aside and adore her. It was what she needed and what he needed. He then slowly led her over to the bed. He laid her down, then lay down next to her. He began to kiss her. Slowly at first, but then the intensity began to build. He was fighting for control again and having a tough time keeping it, but he would manage it somehow. As he was kissing her, his hands started to wander all over her body. It was a exquisite body, with lots of character. His hands wandered over her breasts. His fingers played with her nipples until they were hard and sensitive. As he played, she began a rhythmic motion with her body and small moans came from her lips. The intensity built. Slowly his lips replaced his hands on her breasts and his hands moved ever more slowly to the love zone. When his fingers reached the area, she was warm and moist and desiring him as much as he of her. He let his fingers roam through the area bringing her much pleasure. As his fingers worked around the outside and then explored her inner being, his lips continued to caress her breasts, and the hip motion intensified. She was on her way to the first of many orgasms of the night. When it happened, she let loose with sighs and moans and an energy he had never seen before. It was all he could do to keep from taking her right there. She stopped him at this point. He could tell she wanted something else. As she lay on the bed with this man friend, she had some second thoughts but they were only fleeting ones. She craved to be touched, held, and made love to by this man and tonight was the night. She allowed him to touch, caress, and kiss her body. She could feel the tension building within her, needing desperately to be released. When he started caressing her womanhood, she set herself free. When his fingers went inside her, she realized what it would feel like to have him inside of her and she wanted that more than anything. She was riding high on a wave of emotion, the intensity the likes she had never felt. But she didn't want it all yet. She wanted to bring pleasure to him. She stopped the movement of his hands on her so she could gain some composure back. She then began to caress his body first with her hands. She moved them up and down his entire body, stopping occasionally at his manhood. It was big, hard, and beautiful, but she would wait until the right moment to feel it inside of her. As she was touching him, he continued to touch her. Soon though, her touches turned to kisses. She began to kiss the length of his body as she stroked his penis. She could feel the heat rising in his body while she was doing this. Not knowing why, or if it was what he wanted, she took him into her mouth. A sigh of pure pleasure came from him and she knew she had done the right thing. She delighted in kissing his shaft up one side and down the other, giving it moist licks, then taking the whole into her mouth. It excited her almost as much as it did him. The excitement, passion, and fire were building. He gently took her head and brought it back up to his mouth. Together they caressed each other until the hunger climbed ever higher. At last when the desire consumed them, they had to quench their appetite. As gently as he could, he climbed on top of her. They just lay there for several moments enjoying the feeling of their bodies together, realizing that they were about to reach that final pinnacle. Then slowly, carefully he slipped his manhood into her and again just lay there for a moment. Feeling himself inside her was ecstasy, something more powerful than he had ever known. For her, he filled her up inside and brought gratification she had never known. Slowly and purposefully, there bodies began to move. The movement was at first awkward, trying to find just the right rhythm for their bodies together. Gradually, they reached that plateau and they began to move as one, back and forth, in and out. As the intensity increased, so did their movement, until soon, they were both moaning and sighing in shear delight of the event. She rose to levels she had never experienced before and he came along on her high. In a fervent pitch, the passion melded and they came at the same time, creating a fire that was hard to extinguish. When the fire was finally put out, they were both spent, physically and emotionally. They lay there together for the rest of the night, he holding her, she holding him. They understood when the morning came, he would go back to his life and she back to hers, but the passion they shared would be with them always. Friends to Lovers It was a cool, sunny day - the temperature being comfortable enough to turn off the air conditioning and let the quiet summer breezes flow through the windows and meander about the house. Susan had the house to herself and she moved about it as if to reclaim it for her own. The kids were off with friends at the lake and Tony was golfing. At last - no one asking her for something, not knowing where things were, nothing to break, spill, clean up, or wash. Freedom! She anticipated a whole day to herself and dressed to be as comfortable as she could possibly be. After a long bath, she stood before her closet and almost mechanically put on her usual clothes - her "uniform" as she called it - thick blue cotton collared shirt-sleeved shirt, her durable jean skirt, and her no-slip sneakers. But, she paused. "Not today," she smiled as she threw those clothes in the laundry. She rummaged through her dresser drawer to find the silk shorts she had purchased yet never worn - found them - and then searched for and found the silk tank top she also hadn't had the time or opportunity to wear. Then she opened the drawer to grab a pair of panties. Yet, again she paused. "Nope. Not today," she giggled to herself as she pulled the loose silk shorts up her smooth, just shaven legs and gently over her pussy. She then thought to reach behind the compartment that held her panties - her heart pounded for a beat or two - but she drew back her hand. "Later" she smiled to herself. "Later." She walked across the house into the kitchen and made herself a cup of tea. With the tea's steaming aroma in her wake, she then walked through the dining room and into the formal living room - where she generally allowed no one to venture for fear of dirty hands staining the recently purchased couch. Today, the living room was hers. She set her tea on the table, grabbed some unread magazines, and spread herself on the couch. She was so completely relaxed that soon she fell asleep. At first the tapping on the side door seemed to be part of her dream. But as she came-to, she realized that there was someone at the side door. But who? She was expecting no one. Feeling a bit exposed, she ran to the hallway closet, grabbed her cardigan sweater, and hurried to the kitchen fumbling to button it as she went. As she turned the corner, she saw waiting on the other side of the door an unexpected yet pleasant surprise - her friend Beth. "Hey - my god, what are you doing here?" she exclaimed while unlocking and sliding the door open. "I was hoping you were here," said Beth stepping in and leaning over to give Susan a kiss on the cheek. "How are you? I saw your car and figured you'd be back here in the kitchen." "No, no - I'm all alone today - I fell asleep in the living room." "Where is everyone?" asked Beth obviously happy for Susan's temporary freedom. "Gone - that's all I care about for the moment. I am relaxing for a bit for god's sake." "And, my friend, you deserve it. God, I feel like I'm interrupting - I should have called first!" "No, no! I'm so glad to see you - I'm glad you're here. What, have you been running?" asked Susan. "Yeah, I love this neighborhood so I thought I'd run through it and stop by to say hi." "Are you running again?" asked Susan. "Yeah," laughed Beth shaking her head, "I'm running again. Let's talk about anything else but why I'm running again." And so they did - sipping tea in the forbidden living room (Beth remarked about how clean it looked and took off her shoes in deference to its cleanliness), sharing the couch, catching up on the news of friends and family - discussing summer plans. Susan remarked about how beautiful the weather was to which Beth answered, "Well, you'd never guess it by the way you're dressed - what's with the sweater?" "Oh!" Susan laughed, "This? I didn't know who you were when you knocked on the door. I threw it on as I ran over." "Is that the beautiful silk shirt you bought when we were at Victoria's Secrets?" asked Beth excitedly. "I've never seen you wear it - let me see it!" "Okay," Susan said as she began to unbutton the sweater to show her the silk shirt underneath. Beth watched in silence while Susan's fingers unfastened each button. Susan arched her back as she pulled the sweater off her large breasts straining against the silk fabric. "Oh, Susan," whispered Beth, "that's right for you." Susan turned from side to side, without really thinking about it so Beth could view the shirt that hugged her body. "You wear that so well," said Beth. "Stop it. That's not true - not half as well as you would have if you bought the smaller one." "'Smaller' one - that's a laugh," said Beth with dejection. "What's that all about? What are you talking about?" asked Susan. "Oh bother," she said waving her hand in the air with disgust. "Ron was bitching about my gaining weight," said Beth, "that's why I'm running. God damn it." "What is he talking about? Who is he kidding," said Susan with disbelief. "Yeah, yeah, fucking asshole. I could kill him. He had the nerve to tell me I wasn't 'presenting' myself well - like I'm a goddamn piece of his clothing for Christ's sake." "Well," said Susan pointedly, "Let me tell ya - I'd love to wear your body on me." Beth stopped and stared oddly at her for a moment as suddenly Susan realized her faux pas. Susan got a bit flustered yet broke the moment of awkwardness by pushing Beth playfully, "you know what I mean!' They both laughed with nervous relief. But then Susan, thinking her message lost, took Beth by the hand and said, "seriously girlfriend, don't pay any attention to him. You are so beautiful - you have nothing to worry about." "Really?" Beth said shyly looking down. "Yes - I mean that," said Susan squeezing Beth's hand to emphasize it. "Well, Ron doesn't think so - he hasn't touched me in weeks." "Stop!" said Susan. "It's true - it's killing me. Does this ever happen to you? I'm going crazy." After a long pause, Susan said, "yeah, it happens." "Well - what do you do? How do you get him to pay attention?" "I don't," said Susan, "he just gets weird that way." "So you just stay frustrated?" asked Beth shrugging her shoulders in disgust. "No," laughed Susan, "no frustration - I . . ." She stopped. "Oh never mind, let's talk about something else." "What?! 'Talk about something else'? Darling, tell me - I asked you." Susan shook her head, "its too personal - you'd be uncomfortable." "Uncomfortable? What? I'm talking to you about this here - why should I be uncomfortable? You're my friend. Susan, girl - what were you going to tell me?" "It's nothing - new subject." "No, no you don't," Beth laughed, "Not new subject, same subject - what are you trying to tell me?" "Well," Susan exhaled nervously, "I use supplements." "You do? What kind? I have people telling me I need to do that B12 stuff. Is that what you're using?" "No, no," Susan said with a wry smile. "Not vitamins, no," Susan said looking down at her hands as she felt the blush rise. "Susan," Beth bent over to look underneath Susan's gaze "Susan?" she said softly. "You're blushing my friend. I'm asking you about this - please. What?" Susan then looked up suddenly and directly in Beth's eyes - eyes which were now only a couple of inches away. "Do you really want to see?" "Yes. Susan - I really want to know," said Beth assertively. "I'll be right back," said Susan as she jogged across the living room, barefoot, and then bounced into her room. She pulled the top dresser drawer open, reached behind the compartment that held her panties, and pulled the hard case from its hiding place. She opened the case. She looked at the hard rubber dildo that she kept in it - looked at it and smiled to herself. Before she brought it out the living room to show Beth - she took a moment just to drink its deliciousness in - the meticulous detail of it - its well-shaped head, the love-bumps so perfectly molded into its wide, curved shaft - as she fingered it, she began to smell the musk of her own sex. She felt her breasts swell and warm as her quickened heart beat rushed blood into them - making her ample nipples erect and tender. Her eyes followed the slope of her breasts and looked at her hardened tits. Feeling naughty, Susan rubbed the powerful dildo around her nipples before bringing it to her nostrils. She smelt it. "Forgot to wash you, pal." She whispered to it, she went to look at the base of the instrument to see if she had left batteries in it - batteries that would have to come out for her to wash it before showing it to Beth. "So what's the big secret?" asked Beth from behind in a voice so unexpected that it was if a bomb exploded. Susan jumped, "Ah!" she yelled fumbling to put the dildo back in the case and snap it shut. "Don't do that!!" protested Susan as she turned around. "Fuck - you scared the shit out of me!" Beth started laughing, "sorry, sorry - oh my god - did you jump!! Depleted by the rush of adrenaline, Susan stumbled to and sat on her bed, holding a hand down to steady herself as her heart pounded from the surprise. "Are you okay?" asked Beth as she sat down next to her touching her hand with hers. "God - I'm so sorry - I just followed you up here - I did not mean to scare you." Susan shook her head, "it's okay - it's okay - I just . . . I just didn't expect you is all." Beth sat next to her on the bed and went to pick up the hard case. "What's this?" Susan placed her hands on it first - just a second before Beth. "It's what I was talking about." "Open it," requested Beth a bit nervously. "Okay, but you have to promise," said Susan, "What?" "You have to promise that this will be your and my secret, okay?" "Stop. Of course. Open it." And Susan did - holding the opened case with its enormous dildo between them. She heard Beth gasp slightly. "Oh my . . ." whispered Beth. With Susan holding the case, Beth reached in and took the dildo in her hands. The sight of her beautiful friend's delicate hands on the dildo shot a surge of warmth through Susan - and she felt her pussy becoming wet. Susan watched as Beth's knuckles went white as she squeezed the dildo hard. "Oh . . . fuck," was all that Beth could manage. "Beautiful, isn't it?" said Susan. "Oh my fucking god," said Beth as she brought the dick to her face to look at it. God, the dildo on Beth was making Susan so aroused. She had always loved Beth's looks - her delicate body, white skin, and petite proportions. But God . . . Beth's face on the dildo - Susan spread her legs a bit to accommodate the wetness that was now making her crotch moist. "It feels so amazing," said Beth rubbing the dick with her hands. Then, unexpectedly, Beth brought the cock to her nose and drank in its smell. She looked at Susan with lost eyes and asked, "is that you?" "Yes." Susan whispered, lifting her legs off the floor and tucking them under herself - supporting herself with one arm as she leaned toward Beth. "Jesus . . ." said Beth as she used her finger to slowly trace the length of the vein that had been meticulously shaped into the instrument. "So . . ." stammered Beth, "you . . . do you . . . you place this inside you?" "Yes," replied haltingly as her heart beat so hard and fast that part of it seemed to be in her throat. And then, not even believing that she had it in her to do it, Susan took the biggest chance of her whole life. She pulled her legs out from under herself and placed one behind Beth and one at the edge of the bed with Beth between them. Beth could not help but to stare at Susan's exposed, wet pussy as it was exhibited by her spread legs and her loose silk shorts. Beth was mute. Susan's whole chest heaved with the excitement and the insanity of what was happening. She did not know what Beth would do -- she almost did not care what Beth would do. All she wanted to do at that moment was expose herself to her. Beth stared at Susan's crotch for a long time - making no eye contact with Susan. Susan was about to close her legs when Beth did the absolutely unexpected. She brought the dildo to her face and - staring at Susan's pussy - enveloped the head of the cock in her mouth. She closed her eyes as she sucked the dick deep into her mouth. She placed the cock all the way into her mouth and opened up her throat for it. Without being able to contain herself as she watched the delicate, magnificent Beth suck the cock head, Susan pulled the silk crotch of her panties away from her pussy, and began to rub her clit through her swollen pussy lips. Finally, Beth opened her eyes and made eye contact with Susan. She saw Susan's wet fingers, and Susan's wet pussy. He looked for a moment at Susan's hard and erect nipples. She withdrew the dildo from her mouth slowly and deliberately while staring her friend. Siliva dripped from her mouth and ran down the side of the dick shaft. Beth held the cock in front of her. Suddenly, Susan understood. Leaning forward, Susan clasped her hands around the delicate hands of her friend that held the enormous dildo. Slowly, Susan guided Beth's hands down - down below their chests, down below their bellies. Then Susan pulled Beth's hands - the hands that clutched Susan's intimate instrument - toward her. Susan spread her legs further looked down at her throbbing pussy as she positioned the head of the dildo at the slithery seal of her wetness. As she held Beth's hands and the cock they held in position, Susan raised her head and looked deeply into Beth's eyes. "Oh my fucking god," whispered Beth. Just after Beth uttered those words, Susan reached out, grabbed Beth's elbows and pulled her violently toward her causing herself to be fucked by the dildo held firmly in Beth's hands. Susan gasped, "aaahh!" as hot pussy juice was pushed from her cunt and ran all over Beth's hands. Beth leaned forward, mumbling a quiet mantra, "oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. . . ." yet did not need further direction from Susan as she, enthusiastically, pushed the dildo in and out of Susan's streaming pussy. Susan lay down, arched her back, and pulled her knees out with her hands as Beth fucked her methodically with the cock -- looking intently at Susan's pussy as she guided the, now, soaking wet instrument in and out of Susan's body. "Fuck me Beth," pled Susan, "oh fuck me." Susan's request caused a frenzy of movement from Beth. With Susan spread wide before her, Beth was on her knees between Susan's legs pushing the dildo in and out. Feeling her breasts swaying back and forth with each of Beth's thrusts, Susan pulled up her silk tank top, exposing her breasts, and massaging her nipples. Suddenly, Beth's thrusts became less powerful and Susan raised her head to see what Beth was doing. What she saw made Susan cum: Beth still clasped the wet and glistening dildo - yet with only one hand now. With the other, Beth had pulled away the running shorts and panties from her own crotch and was methodically rubbing her enormous, pink, and exposed clitoris with her fingers while staring at Susan's breasts. Cumming hard and loudly, Susan pulled Beth's cock-holding hand on her pussy so that the cock could be buried deep within her as her orgasm pulsated through all of her body's muscles. "Did you cum?" asked Beth tentatively. "Yes," said Susan, "yes I did cum." Beth said nothing. She rose up out of the bed, walked over to the other side turned her back on Susan. She then turned her head, looked at Susan and smiled. Turning back away again, Beth pulled her shorts down around her ankles and stepped out of them. Susan marveled at the perfect, heart-shaped ass Beth had - so tight, with a gap between her legs that was so spacious and well-defined that Susan had a magnificent view of Beth's pussy even as she had her back to her - a compact little mound covered delicately with a thin layer of pubic hair. Beth then took off her shirt - pulling it up over her head, and then unbuttoned and unburdened herself of the runner's bra. To Susan's amazement, once Beth was completely naked, she lay down on the bed. She looked like an impressionist painting, her petite breasts crowned by engorged and erect nipples, her clasped closed legs stretched out waiting to be stroked and touched. Susan needn't have had instructions. She rose from her side of the bed, and walked to Beth's side. Susan sat on the bed next to Beth's tan, sculpted, and warm body. Susan rubbed her hand in a circle across Beth's belly. Beth, who had said nothing for quite some time, then motioned toward Susan. She beckoned with her fingers for her to bring her face close to hers. Susan leaned forward. Beth touched her chin so gently and ran her fingers along the length of her jawbone. Then, again to Susan's astonishment, Beth grabbed her by the jaw, pulled her towards her, and then proceeded to kiss Susan as deeply and as passionately as she had ever been kissed by Ron. Thrilled at this attention, Susan reciprocated, kissing Beth's mouth with all the wetness and warmth she could bring to their embrace. Beth ran her hands through Susan's hair as they kissed and kissed. As Susan and Beth's tongue danced, Susan began to rub Beth's breasts and pinch her nipples. Feeling the arch of Beth's back, Susan then began kissing Beth's neck chest and then, after Beth pushed her away just long enough to look Susan directly in the eyes, started sucking on Beth's nipples. "Suck me Susan," groaned Beth writhing with pleasure. "Oh lick me." Susan licked Beth and flicked her nipples around with her lips. As she did so, Susan's hand moved down Beth's torso and navigated across her belly button and found the delicate bush of Beth's mound. She as Beth took Susan's head in her hands to kiss her on the mouth again, Susan moved her hands decisively into Beth's crotch. Unexpectedly, Beth locked her legs shut. Susan attempted to move her hand again, but again Beth clamped them shut. "Don't" pled Beth with plaintiff eyes. "Oh my god, please don't." But Susan was too aroused at this point. She smelled Beth's musk and was a bit frenzied about her conquest of her friend. Susan moved her hands again in the breach. Again she was rebuffed. "Beth?" queried Susan softly, "what are you doing?" "I'm not sure I want to go this far," said Beth. Susan was not to be denied. "Beth. I want to you to spread your legs girl, you know why?" Beth began to release the grip of her thighs when she murmured "why Susan". "Because I want to suck your pussy and lick your clit until you cum," stated Susan dryly. Beth grabbed the inside of each knee and pulled herself wide open, "Oh yes Susan!! Fuck me." And Susan did - licking her friend's pussy - trying to keep up with the steady flow of girl cum juice that was emerging from Beth's pussy. Beth held Susan's head firmly onto her cunt - pressing it down each second there seemed to be a pause in the oral stimulation. Susan licked and lapped furiously, inserting two fingers into Beth's pussy to irrigate Beth's pussy with even more juices. And soon, Beth started trembling. It was soft and imperceptible at first, yet it grew in jules and ferocity as Beth leaned forward in awe of the power deep within her. The trembling soon gave way to shaking and Beth started shaking as Susan licked her clit and fucked her with her two delicate fingers. "Susan?" groaned Beth with pleasure. "Susan, fuck me with that dick of yours - fuck me with it!!!" screamed Beth. Hysterical with arousal, Susan fumbled in the sheets for the dildo. Unwrapping it from the cotton cloth, Susan licked it to try to lubricate it before entering Beth with it. "OOOooohhhhh" moaned Beth lifting herself up off the mattress to thrust her pussy towards Susan's face. "Put it in, put it in." Friends to Lovers Susan nervously placed the head of the cock at the entrance to her friend - her good friend - Beth's vagina. She was going to fuck her friend. She paused to take in the moment, surveying the landscape of Beth's torso and swollen breasts. Beth lost all patience and control. "FUCK ME WITH THAT COCK Susan!!!" she demanded. Susan plunged it inside her and Beth SSSSCCCCRRRREEEEAAAAMMMEEEEDDD!!! Susan fucked Beth to the rhythms of Beth's own thrusts. With each penetration, Beth moaned, "fuck me . . . fuck me . . . fuck me . . . fuck me . . . fuck me . . ." Suddenly, the Beth's thrusts quickened to a frenzied pumping and she could only stare, open-mouthed at her friend Susan as her eyeballs got wider and wider. "Are you going to cum?" panted Susan - working furiously. Beth could only nod. Susan stopped fucking her with the dildo, placed her hands on the inside of both of Beth's thighs, spread them, and plunged her mouth on Beth's throbbing pussy. Beth exploded in orgasm. She bolted off her back, and screamed, "Fffffffffuuuuuuuuccccccckkkkkk" as her cum squirted in spurts out of her pussy. Susan withdrew her head from Beth's squirting mound as each squirt splashed more of Beth's cum on her face. Susan moved her tongue from side to side - licking her lips and attempting, as best she could, to lick each drop that ran down her face. She moved her hands up and down her own body to rub Beth's spurted cum into the pores of her own skin. Finally, exhausted, Beth fell back on the large cotton pillow on Susan's bed. Smiling gently at each other for a moment - Susan towering over Beth's played, wet and satisfied body - Susan collapsed next to Beth, draping her arm around Beth's sticky belly. Speechless, but so happy, the two friends - the two new lovers -- drifted off to sleep. Friends to Lovers AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story was inspired by an email I received from a new dear friend, Beverly. Beverly asked that I write about her experience. What is written here is what Beverly conveyed to me via email and I can only hope that I did her experience justice in my own storytelling way. Enjoy! ~ ~ ~ It has been a while since I have had any type of ongoing sexual relationship. I divorced my husband a few years ago. In order to make ends meet, work takes up a big part of my life now, that and concentrating on my son. He is about to start college, so I think I am getting that empty nest syndrome. The one you hear so much about and say, "No, not me. A quiet house will be wonderful." Well, take it from me, I'd prefer horns honking, phone calls at all hours of the night and loud music to an empty home any day. But there is one thing that makes my life "empty"and being a very sexual person, it's a "big" thing. It's been years since I have actually been fucked by a man. The worst part is, I'm only 39 years old. Each night, I lay in my bed and pretend that someone, anyone is here fucking me, licking me, touching me. All the sex toys in the world can't curb my need or suppress my appetite. I need sex. I crave it, long for it. I need something real to touch, to taste. That latex, rubberized item is great for orgasms, but I need to be held and kissed, too. Oh, I had opportunities for a man, but had really not wanted to get into one night stands. And the complications for a long term relationship were beyond my needs at the time. I was not the bar hopping type, nor was I interested in seducing someone at work. As I look back at my words, it sounds as if I am apologizing for how I long to be fucked, but I'm not. I guess it just amazes me at how everything came together. I realize that when you read my story, you'll think that I made it up, that it's just a tale. But as I sit here with a big grin on my face and explain to you in complete details what recently took place in my life, you'll realize that anything is possible. You see. I have this friend, Opal. Opal is a wonderful woman, her attitude on life is one which everyone should live by ~ "Live for today and fuck everyone else!" Opal would say, winking as she added, "Literally for that matter!" She would laugh and her eyes would sparkle with a hint of mischievousness. I know Opal and I knew that she did mean it literally. Oh, she isn't the type to sleep around, but she has an "open" marriage and does not hide the fact that she is bisexual. I have known Opal for years, being my neighbor for ten years gave us the opportunity to become friends. She is quite the opposite of me. She is very outgoing, confident and friendly to everyone. Which is why I was drawn to her immediately. I never needed to be the center of attraction and Opal fit that part perfectly. I would fade into the background as Opal took a center stage at any function her and I attended. But, ultimately, Opal would put her arm around me, draw me close to her and make sure that I was right there by her side. I think she also enjoyed the fact the people would look at us and wonder if something sexual was going on. She'd blow me kisses, wink at me and at any given moment, touch some part of my body. At first I was taken back by that. I wasn't much of a "touchy-feely" person and coming from a large, wealthy family we rarely hugged or showed much affection toward each other growing up. But at some point, I began to enjoy Opal's touch, the way she would let her eyes wander over my body and then lick her lips as our eyes met. I used to get embarrassed and my cheeks would turn red and Opal would revel in my reaction. I would always glance away, shaking my head as Opal would laugh. But one day my body betrayed me and Opal didn't laugh. It had been at a party during the Summer at Opal's house. I had a bit too much to drink and one of my favorite songs came on the radio, so I began dancing on the patio, my head back, eyes closed letting the music fill my body. I remember running my hands through my hair, slowly swaying my hips to beat, losing myself totally in the melody. When I opened my eyes, Opal was staring at me, her mouth slightly opened, she had a different look in her eyes, not her playful looks, but her eyes filled what I could only describe as lust. I watched as if in slow motion, as she brought her tongue out to lick her lips as her eyes traveled my body resting on my breasts. I felt tingling there and looked down and saw that my nipples were standing erect, protruding through my thin, cotton T-shirt and could feel a heaviness in my pussy, a heaviness I hadn't felt there in a long time. My body betrayed me. I wanted Opal from that moment on and I knew she wanted me. If it wasn't for the fact that tons of people, including my son, were at her party, we would have been in each other arms, moving against each other to the music, touching each other, loving each other. From that moment, I knew something would happen, it was just when and who would initiate it. Yes, I am sure you are thinking, "So, this story is about you and Opal getting it on!" And yeah, it is. But, you see, it was my first time having a sexual relationship with a woman or even wanting a woman in a sexual manner. I never thought that I would be eating pussy, nor did I think that I would enjoy it as much as I did, and do, with Opal. But, then again, Opal makes it easy. She's beautiful and that's an understatement. Her description is quite like mine. Both of us are of average height, dark hair and light eyes. Even our body measurements' match: 36C-25-37. Sounds nice, right? Oh . . . you have no idea just how nice and tasty she is, we are together. I can actually feel myself getting wet as I think back to that day when friends became lovers . . . ~ ~ ~ It had been about a week since Opal's party and I had been avoiding her ever since. I felt silly and embarrassed at my raw sexual reaction when I caught her watching me as I danced and wasn't sure how to approach it. My kitchen window faces the side of Opal's house making it easy for me to see if she's home or not and in order to get out of my house this morning without running into her, I had forgotten my lunch. Since work had been slow lately, my boss didn't mind my taking a few extra minutes so I decided to run home and eat there. As I drove past Opal's house, I noticed her car was gone and took a deep breath. I made myself a small salad, sat down on my couch and was just beginning to read a magazine when my phone rang. I was extremely surprised that it was Opal. My heart was pounding in my chest and I could barely breathe. I took a quick glance out the window but didn't see her car in the driveway. "I . . didn't realize you were home." I said hoping not to sound too surprised. Opal laughed and said that her car was having some mechanical problems so her husband took it to the shop for her. We made idle chit chat, her asking why I was home so early and my explaining I had forgotten my lunch. Then Opal told me something I had been wanting to hear, that she wasn't able to get me off her mind since her party. She laughed in a low, seductive way and said that she thought of making love to me every night before she sleeps. "Bev," Opal said in low, sensual voice, "have you thought of me as well? Have you pictured us together? Our bodies pressed against each other? Did you imagine my hand caressing your cheek?" I did imagine that, each night in my bed I would lay there, my eyes closed, tracing a hand over my skin where I would picture Opal's mouth, her tongue would touch me. Opal's seductive voice cut through my thoughts, "Can you imagine my hand traveling down your body, over your collar bone, my finger tips tracing the raised, soft skin over this slightly protruding bone? Can you feel my fingers lightly rake over your breast? Can you feel the nipple rise to meet my fingertips?" "Yes . . . " I whispered into the phone. "Do you enjoy soft, light kisses? Close your eyes. Do you feel my tongue caressing your lips, feel the moistness of my mouth? The way our tongues play together?" I could hardly believe my ears, my heart was pounding so hard, that I thought it might jump out of my chest. But there was more to it . . . I wanted that. I did close my eyes and I did picture it, just like I have ever since that party. "I want to draw a line of wet kisses from your neck, Bev, to your breasts so I can take your nipple in my mouth, circle the nub with my tongue, lick it, suck it. Do you feel your nipples getting hard, Bev? Touch them for me. Pinch them . . . do you feel that sensation in your pussy when you do that? Do you feel it twinge?" Opal paused for just a moment and then continued. "Mmm . . . Do you want me to cup those beautiful breasts of yours, Bev? Lick those nipples, suck on them, slowly blow on them and watch them rise to my lips. Do you want that, Bev? Will you let me play with your breasts and suck your nipples?" Swallowing hard, I told her in a very hoarse voice, "Yes." And I was picturing it and I could feel my body responding to the thoughts of soft, wet sensations of her tongue as it traced a path from my lips, down my neck, finding its way to my breasts and then to my nipple. "Picture it trailing a long, wet path down your stomach, Bev, to that dark patch waiting for me to lick it. Can your body feel a desire for me between your legs? Are you getting wet for me?" "Yes . . . " "Can you imagine my soft lips sucking your clit into my mouth, your fingers buried in my hair, pulling my face deeper between your wet lips? I want you to spread those legs for me, show me your pink, engorged clit, I want to touch it with my tongue. Are you going to let me stick my tongue in it? Will you let me suck your clit, taste you?" I exhaled an "oh." And heard Opals laugh, but she continued in a whisper, "Are you going to give me your sweet pussy, Bev?" My intake of breath had her giggling. I almost screamed into the phone that she could. She whispered again, "Oh, yes, Bev. You're going to let me stick my tongue in it, let me suck your clit, taste you. Can you see yourself bent over allowing me to worship your beautiful ass? I want to run my hands over those cheeks, spreading them so I can slowly lick you. Would you like that, too, Bev? Would you like me to spread your beautiful cheeks and lick your gorgeous ass?" I said, "Yes, yes, YES! No one has ever . . ." Opal didn't miss a beat, she continued her teasing, "And fuck it with my tongue while my fingers spread your lips and tease your clit? Touch yourself for me, Bev. Bring your fingers down and into your panties. Slide them over those wet lips for me, Bev. Mmm . . . let me hear the sound your pussy is making for me, Bev." I moaned screamed, "Opal, I promise you can do anything to me you want. Anything at all, listen Opal . . ." I moved the phone down, sliding my panties to the side, wondering if she would be able to hear anything. My pussy lips were wet and I tried to flick my fingers back and forth quickly, making juice noises. I had an incredible urge to rub the receiver up against my clit and have an orgasm right there and then, but I quickly pulled the receiver back and asked Opal, "Can you tell how wet I am?" I heard Opal's slight intake of breath, and wasn't sure if what I did was part of Opal's plan. I think she intended to make me excited, anticipating what was going to happen, keep me on the edge for all she said before she hung up was, "Well, then I will see you tomorrow." I was numb when I hung up the phone, thinking whether or not I should go into the bedroom and relieve myself, but taking a quick look at the clock I realized I had no time and headed back to work, horny and unfulfilled. The remainder of my afternoon was a fog. Several times, I would sit, close my eyes, hear Opal asking each question again. My boss approached me during one of those mental breaks and asked if I had a "liquid lunch?" Laughing, I told him that I had so many things on my mind and just couldn't wait for the day to be over. Little did he know that I had to squeeze my legs together to absorb the feeling deep in my crotch. I squirmed in my seat several times that day. You know you can pleasure yourself quite innocently and discretely when you have a desk to slide your chair under. I buried myself into work after that, peeking at the clock every five minutes waiting for those hands to say "five o'clock." When they did, I sprang out of my chair, said a quick goodbye to everyone. I needed to get home, I needed to get out my trusty dildo, to which I donned the name, "Jack" and fantasize about my earlier phone call. He was in for a busy evening! I was insatiable. And he better be ready to perform! When I reached home, there was a note taped to the refrigerator from my son telling me that he was going out with his girlfriend and not to wait up. I was relieved. I looked out my kitchen window and saw that Opal's car was in the driveway. I smiled to myself, my mind jumping quickly to our earlier conversation. My crotch ached. I had to delay such thoughts. I started to go through the mail and listen to the messages on my answering machine. I would take time to get all the small things out of the way so I could take an uninterrupted bubble bath and satisfy my growing needs! I hit the button on the answering machine as I headed toward my bedroom and stopped in my tracks when I heard Opal's voice telling me that she was all alone for a while and wanted to invite me over. She said she had been wet since we spoke and couldn't get me out of her mind. I knew we would have only a couple of hours but wanted to go anyway, so I called Opal. It had been so very long since I had been fucked by anyone! Other than my own fingers, or "Jack" and although it can be a Godsend, it just isn't the same. I had showered and prettied up. I had just bought a new pale blue bra and new panties, very brief and sheer, put on some clean jeans, a top and a pair of low heels. I was terribly excited, so turned on that my pussy that my panties were beginning to dampen before I got out the door. When I arrived, Opal opened the door with a huge grin on her face. She was dressed the same as me and I felt myself begin to calm down. She hugged and kissed me on the cheek and ended with a pat on my butt. I blushed but a thrill coursed throughout my body at her touch. She must have felt my nervousness and she kissed me lightly on my lips and said, "We are going to have so very much fun. You will feel more wonderful than you ever have. You'll see!" She took my hand and led me into the living room. Opal's house was set up much like mine, although where my interior was more light and airy, Opal's choices were dark, warm hues. Her sofa and chairs were made of dark brown leather and had more of a metropolitan look. There was soft music playing in the background and candles were lit in various places around the room, giving it a very romantic mood. She asked me if I would like a glass of wine, which I of course accepted. We made a silent toast, clinking our glasses together and watched each other as we took a sip. "So, Bev," Opal asked as we sat on the couch, twirling my hair in her fingers, "did you think of me today?" Before I could answer, Opal continued her questioning, moving closer to me until our thighs were almost melting into each other. I swallowed hard as I felt her lips just barely touch my ear. I could smell her perfume and the smell of wine on her breath as she spoke and began to feel slightly lightheaded. "Did you feel your body aching to be touched by me? Did your pussy get wet with anticipation of how I would lick it?" Licking my lips to moisten them, I noticed my breathing began to quicken. I could feel my pussy begin to throb and gently squeezed them together. I felt tingling in my nipples and saw them poking out of the silky material of my top. Opal noticed as well, as she entangled her fingers in my hair and pulled my face closer to hers. I could feel her breath on my cheek, her fingers gently caressing my chin, titling it upwards giving her access to my neck. I closed my eyes waiting to feel her lips against it, but Opal just kissed my cheek and stood up. I opened my eyes surprised, disappointment written all over my face, which Opal noticed immediately. She just smiled, eyes sparkling, biting her lip. She was a lovely vision, as she tilted her head to one side, her silky dark hair cascading over one shoulder. Handing me her wine, she bent forward, her face close to mine. "So," she said, tipping my nose with her finger, "Let's get rid of some of these clothes. What do you say we just wear our bras and panties for a while, ok?" At first I was shy about doing it, but as I sat there watching her undress and sipping my wine, I began to warm to the idea of us both being "almost" naked. She was proud of her body and had ever right to be. She slowly unbuttoned her sweater, watching me as she undid each button, slowly rubbing the material before undoing the next one. I had envisioned her breasts were gorgeous and glancing at her lacy bra, I could see I was correct. I sat forward a little, watching her, entranced by her slow, sensual movements, my eyes traveling over her body. Could I see her nipples making dark circles through the material? Were her nipples hard? She let her sweater slid down her arms and to the floor, where it fell into a soft pile. Her hands slowly caressed the sides of her thighs as she turned her back to me. Even in jeans she had a beautiful ass! I watched, mesmerized as she slowly undid her pants and slid them down over her hips, wiggling just a little bit so they could drop to the floor revealing a tiny thong nestled between the luscious cheeks of her ass. She turned slowly to me and I let my eyes wander over her body, following her hands as she moved them from her legs, gently up between her thighs. As I followed her movements, I could easily see the dark, small triangle of her pussy hair through the mesh cloth of her thong. She motioned for me to stand up and then pulled me up to her, close, but not touching, just enough to feel the heat of her body near mine. She whispered, "dance for me," as she made her way to the CD player prior to sitting back down on the sofa. Legs crossed, sipping her wine, she watched me. At first I felt paralyzed, not sure what to do and felt a bit foolish, then I heard her music choice. It was the song that was playing that night and a warm feeling began to generate throughout my body. I swayed my body slowly to the music, deciding to tease her, to play with her. I removed my clothing very slowly, holding my shirt close to my body, pulling the material away from my breasts. I felt the coolness of the air. I ran my fingers through my hair, tousling it, letting it fall in my face before brushing it away from my eyes, sliding my hand down my neck and lightly across my breasts. Rolling my hips, I half turned away from her to pull my pants down and off my legs. I am proud of my ass and legs and I wanted her to see my best features. I bent at the waist, increasing the length of my legs, firming my calves, pulling my cheeks taunt. I ran my hands from my calves, along my thighs, watching her reaction. I felt goose bumps form as her gaze was intense on my skin, her pink tongue licked at her lips before she told me how lovely I was and patted the seat next to her. "Very nice, Bev. You are lovely." Opal whispered into my ear, letting her tongue graze my earlobe, before settling back onto the couch. Sipping our wine, we sat side by side on the sofa. Her hands were on me constantly, sliding over my thighs, lightly scratching the skin of my arms, running a finger along the elastic of my panties then up the center of my tummy, teasing her fingers around over my breasts. I was getting incredibly turned on and she told me I could touch her if I wanted. I certainly didn't hesitate. I mean, this is what I came here for, wasn't it? Soon, our fingers were sliding over the silky cloth of our lingerie, a finger slipping in and out, teasing the skin underneath. Friends to Lovers "I think it's time to remove these, don't you?" She whispered, telling me that her pussy was getting really wet and she wanted me to watch her as she played with it. She told me she was going to take off her panties and bra and for me to watch her. I was fascinated by how incredibly sexy she was. I had been this close to another naked woman before in gym glass and athletics, but never had looked twice at their bodies, yet now I could not keep my eyes off her body as she removed her bra, caressing, cupping, squeezing her naked, full breasts. They were absolutely beautiful. Her nipples were hard and stiff. I watched as she pinched her nipples and pulled them out. Without realizing it, I began to mirror her movements. Watching her, as she had done, I cupped my breast, lifting the flesh upward, squeezing the firm form forcing the nipple to stand, extend toward her. I leaned my head down, my tongue extending, wanting to lick my nipple. I pushed it toward her, my tongue swirling between my lips. Her hands traversed her body snakelike, sliding over her ribs, down her stomach, sliding her panties off. As her fingers reached over her mound, they pierced her slit, spreading the lips to allow just her fingertips to disappear between them, sliding toward her hole. I could hear her juices make noise as her fingers slipped quickly between her lips. My whole body shivered with excitement as she began bending her knees and slowly dipping down, slipping her hand between her legs. She was playing with her pussy, fingering herself slowly, teasing the engorged lips, letting her fingers slide into her cunt then bringing them up and inserting her fingers into her mouth, sucking her juices from them, one finger at a time, all the while watching my face. Her movements were deliberately slow, teasing me. She came toward me, lifting her leg up on the sofa, giving me a direct view of her wet slit, her clit was protruding from between her lips, so wet, glistening. Grabbing my hand, she brought it toward her pussy, just letting it barely touch it. "Come with me." She said as she led me into her bedroom. My eyes widened at the site of her huge King-size bed. Opal laid down on the satin, gold sheets covering her bed. "Come, lay down next to me." With our heads on the soft, cool pillows, she turned to me and told me to do exactly what she was doing. While facing her, I mimicked her, watching as she played with her breasts, cupping them, caressing them, thumbs teasing the nipples. Just as she was doing, I caressed my inner thighs, fingers teasing the skin working their way around my pussy, reaching the outer lips, spreading them, feeling the wetness, playing with it, dipping my fingers inside. "Look, darling," Opal raised herself on all fours and showed me how she teased her fingers over her butt hole and said that sometimes she likes to push a finger or a small vibrator there. She has a beautiful ass and I thought that I would like to run my hands over her cheeks and tease my fingers along her ass just as she was doing. I could hear the sound of her wet pussy as she finger-fucked her hot little cunt, talking to me all the time, telling me how pretty I was and how she would like to play with me like she was doing to herself. She knew she was turning me on with what she was saying and how softly she spoke her words. I told her I would let her do anything to me she wanted. Smiling, she told me to fuck my own pussy, she wanted to watch me as I spread my legs wide. She wanted to see the wetness dripping off my lips, wanted to see me taste myself. I couldn't believe how bold I was getting which made me get more excited. I tried my hardest to imitate what she had done, how she had slowly caressed the lips of her pussy, running a finger over her clit and then letting it disappear into her cunt. I spread my legs for her, feeling my body tingle as I pretended that it was her tongue stroking me instead of my fingers. She would sometimes tell me what to do, whispering, softly to "keep it there" or "now slap it" and I knew that I was doing it right when she would say, "Yeah, baby, that's good, isn't it?" as she caressed herself. I could see that she was getting turned on Opal asked me if I liked sucking my pussy juices and I told her I did. I watched as she buried her fingers in her pussy, pulled them out and held them out to me, and said, "Here, taste me, baby, and see what my pussy tastes like." I was hesitant at first but knew I wanted to, so I opened my mouth and began sucking her juicy fingers. I let my tongue slide around and down each digit, sucking one at a time, twirling my tongue over it and then licking a line down into her palm. Just by doing that, I felt myself began to cum and I started to fuck my pussy furiously, dipping my fingers in and out, my body squeezing, pumping. I caressed my clit, bringing forth my orgasm, reveling in its sweetness. While I was cumming Opal whispered to me, "Honey, pretend it's me sucking your clit with my mouth while you cum. My tongue licking that soft skin. Yeah, baby . . . you want that, don't you? You want me to suck you? Taste you? I want to fuck that hot cunt of yours, Bev." Which sent me over the edge and I came harder than I think I ever have, falling over on my side and curling up in a ball, moaning with satisfaction and release. I felt Opal's hand touch my shoulder and as I turned to her, she began kissing me lightly all over my face. Her lips hovered over mine, waiting as I moved my face closer to her and was amazed that her kiss was much more sexy than any from a man I had ever had. So sensuous, so sexy, and fully passionate, knowing exactly what to do and how I wanted to be kissed. Her lips were soft and gentle, yet forceful as her mouth opened mine allowing me to taste her and lick her tongue. Her tongue was good! She used it to run along my teeth, searching for my tongue, playing with it, teasing it. There was a point when she sucked my tongue and I thought "Oh, God, I want her to suck my clit now!" I told her that I wanted her to make me cum and I wanted her to show me how to make her cum the way she wanted. I wanted to taste her pussy and I wanted my mouth on her. Opal told me to lay back and I did anxiously awaiting her mouth and tongue. At first she straddled me and slid her pussy along mine as she played with my breasts, cupping them. She bent over me letting her hair tease my skin as her tongue flicked at my nipple. I arch my back silently begging her to take in my full breast and suck it. Her hands moved along the sides of my body, her fingernails creating goose bumps in their wake. Her tongue was soft and wet as it trailed a line down my stomach, my hips titling to meet her mouth. Her tongue separated the lips of my pussy as it searched for my clit and when they met a jolt went through my body involuntarily thrusting my hips up more. I felt her breath on my pussy as she licked the skin that was pulsating and throbbing with want and needs. I could feel her saliva mingle with my juices and as she pumped her fingers in and out of my pussy I could hear the sound it was making. I moved my hips in rhythm with her movements, never fast, just slow, achingly slow, as she sucked on me. I knew my orgasm would come quickly and I tried desperately to slow it down, but just knowing what she was doing, watching her, feeling her tongue and body on mine. The moment I felt her start to suck in and take my clit between her lips I began to cum, a flood of heat rushed to my clit, a throbbing sweetness as Opal flicked her tongue over my clit, dipping in and out of my pussy, her tongue flattening on the flesh, caressing it. My hips bucked and thrust as Opal grabbed hold of them holding me tight to her mouth, my moans echoed in my ears and I reached an orgasm that I thought would last forever! Opal slid along the side of me, just stroking my body until my breathing calmed. I turned onto my side facing her and we stared at each other, smiling. As Opal began to caress my cheek, running her fingers along the side of my neck around to the hollow of my collar bone, I closed my eyes reveling in her touch. Her fingers were so light and gentle on my skin, the feeling so sensual I didn't want her to stop, but I knew I had to go when I heard my son's car, radio full blast, pulling into my driveway. Opal just pouted and winked at me, telling me that it was "O.K. Tonight was just for you, Bev." As I dressed, Opal sat on her couch, watching me, sipping her wine looking soft and lovely in her soft fluffy robe. Such a contrast for such a sexy person, but just as perfect. Her beautiful face was flushed, her lips red and full. She had pulled her hair up into a twist and just a few strands of hair framed her face. "I want us to get together again, Bev. There is so much more I want to do with you." I turned to her and was about to tell her how I wanted to learn to pleasure her, but she reached up, her hands circling my neck pulling me toward her. Her kiss was soft and gentle and I could taste myself upon her lips. I felt warm and alive in her Opal's arms. I left there feeling renewed, refreshed. I knew that life was going to be good for me now and I was excited about a new life that I was about to embark on. So I guess if you take Opal's advice and live life to the fullest and fuck everyone else, just make sure you do it with a friend. NOTE: There are more Beverly and Opal Adventures to cum. I hope you enjoyed this story. I know I did and can't thank Beverly enough for sharing this special time with me and letting me share it with all of you! Remember, feedback (and votes) helps keep my honey flowing. Thank you! And to my Rich . . . thank you for showing me how to write in such a way that only you can teach a person. Your advice and friendship are something I will always cherish . . .