Cindy
This is about Cindy and me, Jennifer. At the time, I was a 5'8" and 36. She and I are lawyers in the same firm. We started on the same day, became partners together, and have been good, if not best, friends for many years.
I was married for ten years to a successful investment banker. Then one day it all changed. He came home and announced he was leaving me – for his Pilates instructor. I was devastated to learn that he had been cheating on me. While the past several years had been miserable, I probably could have eventually wrapped my head around the loss of our sex life, but hiding an affair turned my once romantic husband into a tired, irritable man.
I had Cindy.
Cindy has a statuesque beauty and flirty manner that turns heads during our frequent lunchtime excursions. Cindy is a year older than me and about 5'8" with an athletic appearance. Her complexion is cream colored with a smattering of freckles. Her hazel eyes glimmer with mischief and her smile lights up her face and any room she's in. To top it all off, dark, lustrous mid-length hair frames those lovely features.
I often thought that I had a crush on Cindy. But to be quite honest, I was not attracted to her so much as I admired her. But you would have to be blind not to see how stunning she was in every aspect.
Cindy also has a generous, caring nature, quick to offer a helping hand or a sympathetic ear. She consoled me after my marriage ended but I was reluctant to dump too much in her lap. Besides, like most jilted spouses, a part of me felt like I was responsible for our marital woes. So, while Cindy had the general impression that I was miserable, she didn’t have too many details.
One day, that changed. Cindy and I had gone to lunch; I was in the middle of legal proceedings and was distracted, depressed and generally poor company. She tried her best to snap me out of it, but I could only manage tepid smiles in response to her usual banter. On the way back to work, we walked the first couple of blocks in silence when she leaned close, "You know, I'm really beginning to worry about you."
"Oh, I'm so sorry, Cindy! I realize what a drag I must be today. I... "
"Don't apologize! With everything you've had on your plate, it's a wonder you're not comatose. When we get back, come on down to my office. We are going to have an overdue heart-to-heart."
"Look, Cindy, I really appreciate the offer, but... "
Cindy stopped in the middle of the lunchtime crowd on a downtown street and turned me to face her. Her hands went to my shoulders as she looked me earnestly in the eye and said, "Jen, you just don't get it. I'm not going to accept 'no' for an answer. I don't care what work is waiting for us. I've known you long enough and care about you deeply enough to insist. If you don't unburden yourself soon, you're going to collapse."
With that, she took my arm in hers and steered me back to her office. Once we were inside Cindy's office, she locked the door, pulled the guest chair close to hers and gestured for me to have a seat. After I was settled, she scooted closer, took my hands in hers and quietly spoke, "Talk to me."
After a moment’s hesitation, I tried to speak, but all that came out was a sob. And boy, once the floodgates opened... With my vision blurred by tears, I saw a look of concern on Cindy's face. She stood up and pulled me into her arms. Cindy's left arm encircled me while her right arm soothingly stroked my back. She murmured in my ear, "It's okay. Let it all out. You're safe here."
It was strange, as my tears subsided, I began to be aware of Cindy's subtle perfume, her warmth under my hands, in my arms and pressed against me, her small breasts just above mine. I mean, we had hugged many times before, but this was different.
As this heightened awareness permeated my senses, Cindy pulled back slightly and cupped my face in her hand, asking, "Feel any better?"
That's when it happened.
I looked in her eyes, closed the small space between us and pressed my lips to hers. Our lips touched for only an instant or so when Cindy stepped back out of our embrace. Surprise and confusion were written on her face. She was obviously looking for the right words to say and failing miserably.
I started to babble like an idiot, "Oh, god! I am so sorry, Cindy! Please forgive me! I never... "
We both sat down again. After a moment or two passed, Cindy looked up at me and asked with a forced smile, "So ... where the hell did that come from?"
I buried my face in my hands, "Cindy, I swear I didn't mean to... "
She interrupted me again, "Please stop apologizing. I love you with all my heart and I wouldn't let something like this drive us apart if I can help it. I hope you feel the same."
"Of course, I do!", I replied breathlessly. It's just ... it's just been, you know, so long. So damned long since someone's touched me ... held me ... made me feel loved and wanted. I’ve been so lonely"
"Not to mention desperately horny." Cindy chortled.
We both giggled nervously at that.
"Yeah, I guess I am, at that. Hard to deny it, huh?"
"So", she said impishly, "If I give you another hug, will you promise you won't try to seduce me?"
Cindy stood, pulling me to my feet as well. She opened her arms and drew me to her. I found the courage to speak in earnest again now that I wasn't looking directly at her. Anxiety ran through and through me. My voice quivered with tension, "Like I said, it seems like forever since I’ve had sex. When you took me in your arms, it felt so wonderful. I reacted without thinking."
She held my face in her hand again. "If you let something like this cause you to act differently around me, I would be truly crushed. I want you to promise me you won't let that happen."
"I promise."
With that, Cindy gave me a kiss on the cheek, a pat on the bottom and told me I had better go, at least until lunch time tomorrow. She was expecting any minute to be called to a meeting.
As you can probably imagine, the rest of my afternoon was not particularly productive.
That night was sleepless. I mentally replayed the afternoon's events on an endless loop, fluctuating between extremes of humiliation and arousal, wincing in embarrassment each time I realized that I had made a pass at my best friend! What I wouldn't give to have that moment back!
The problem is, though, that if I undid the day, I would also lose the time I spent in her arms. That feeling haunted me. Images of Cindy chased sleep away. If, just a day before, someone had told me I would be lusting after another woman, I would have laughed. I knew I wasn’t a lesbian. But, if I was honest with myself, though, I had to admit that, on occasion, I felt a twinge of attraction for another woman. But I never pursued it.
Until now.
What a mess I was. It was nearly two in the morning. My nipples were straining against my pajama tops and my panties were soaked. I needed release. I had masturbated often enough, but never with a woman as the object of my fantasizing. I was going to surrender to this, if I couldn't have Cindy during the day, I would at least have her at night, in the privacy of my own bed.
I slipped off my pajama top and I sprawled across the bed in just my panties. Silvery moonlight came through the window and set my nakedness aglow. My eyes closed and my breath quickened in anticipation. It had been far too long since I had an orgasm. I was going to luxuriate in this.
Tracing the line of my jaw down to the curves of my throat, I imagined the touch belonged to Cindy. Moving each hand to the other side of my body, fingernails slid across my collarbone. I stroked my shoulders and down my arms, leaving a trail of goosebumps. My already engorged clit twitched impatiently. I moved my hands to my breasts and cupped them at the sides. I massaged, kneaded, and caressed them. My index fingers circled my areolae, which had tightened with anticipation. When I finally grasped my nipples between forefingers and thumbs, a current of electricity shot through me, forcing me to gasp aloud, "Cindy!"
I imagined her sucking my nipple. I rolled my nipples between my fingers and flicked them with my nails as if they were her teeth. Waves of tingling, pulsing pleasure cascaded over me as I stroked those nubs up and down, over and over. I could have come easily just from the attention to my breasts. But I was feeling greedy that night. I wanted a truly spectacular orgasm.
My hands slid down my torso and inside my panties. My head swam with images of Cindy. My fingers traveled to my pussy and I felt my sensitive mound beneath my fingertips. My breathing quickened as I (or was it Cindy's hands?) spread my legs. I slowly drew my thumb and forefinger up the fleshy sides of my outer lips. I pushed the inner lips of my pussy together, causing warm liquid to seep onto my panties. The middle finger of my other hand (imagining Cindy's tongue) split my lips. My muscles tensed involuntarily, and I caught my breath.
Pussy juices lubed my finger and I began to explore my swollen labia, sending stronger spasms through my body. My fingertip worked inside slowly. Wet sounds tangled as my ragged breathing broke the late-night silence. Then, I collected a finger full of my juice and held it up in the dappled moonlight. I took my coated finger deep into my mouth and tasted my lust.
My hand pushed my panties down and my finger returned to my pussy. I knew I couldn't keep from coming much longer. Thrusting two fingers into my pussy, I coaxed my clit from beneath its hood. I felt a shock of desire and moaned aloud. I was very close. My fingers from one hand worked my clit, and the fingers of my other hand slid in and out of my pussy. I let my anticipation build. I was on an erotic overload, pushing toward my orgasm and then backing away.
My hips began to gyrate, making the bed springs squeak. I shut my eyes, the only sound I heard was me fingering myself. My thighs flexed, and muscles across my tummy pulsed in a quickening rhythm. Oozing come coated my thighs. I looked down the length of my body and saw my knees pointing up, my panties halfway down my thighs. I pictured Cindy's lovely face between my legs, her mouth locked onto my pussy.
That erotic image pushed me over the edge. My orgasm broke and overtook me like a flood. My body convulsed in the most shattering orgasm I'd ever experienced. Pulsing waves shot through me, amplified with every thrust of my fingers. My thighs shuddered as come puddled on the bed. Whimpering and gasping at the sheer intensity I nearly passed out.
My hips collapsed on the bed and I calmed down. I was wrung out, like a rag doll. As the sounds of my panting stirred the air, I realized that I had just driven myself into a sexual frenzy fantasizing about my best friend. A post-orgasmic bliss settled in; tension melted away and I fell into a deep and restful sleep.
The next morning, I was staring blankly at my computer monitor when Cindy stepped into my cubicle. "Hey, Jen. How's it going this morning?" That irresistible smile graced her features.
"Oh, a little tired, but otherwise okay." I replied. Just seeing her caused goosebumps. I felt like a teen with a first crush.
"Good. I wanted to make sure we're still on for lunch."
"Absolutely." I suddenly saw myself kissing each faint freckle that adorned her nose and cheeks. I nearly had to shake my head to rid myself of the picture. Cindy looked searchingly into my eyes for an instant and I briefly wondered if she could read my thoughts.
Then, with a quick wave, she was gone.
Before I knew it, Cindy called, "I am almost, but not quite, done here. Would you mind if we left from my office so I'll have time to tidy up a couple of details?" When I arrived in her doorway, Cindy looked up from her monitor, beamed at me and gestured for me to come in. "Would you shut that, please?" she pointed at the door and then patted the guest chair next to her desk. "I'll be done in a jiffy."
Her gaze was intent on her computer monitor as her fingers danced across the keyboard. While she was occupied, I took a good look at her: the arc of her eyebrows, the clarity and color of her eyes, the slope of her nose, the curve of her cheek, her thin lips. I felt the urge to reach out and let my fingers travel where my eyes had just been, when I realized I was staring.
Cindy was either too focused on her work to notice or too gracious to let on that she had. Within a couple of minutes time, she closed several windows on her screen and stood up.
Reaching down and taking my hands, Cindy pulled me out of the chair. "I asked you to drop by here first, because I want a hug." She drew me into her embrace. "And I wanted to talk to you privately before we go to lunch."
Still holding me in her arms, she continued, "You know, you cost me no small amount of sleep last night." Before I could respond to that, Cindy went on, "I went around and around, thinking about you, me, us... our friendship. And I'm pretty damn proud of myself because I actually got it all sorted out."
Cindy walked slowly back and forth as she spoke, "That little kiss of yours gave me a swift kick in the pants. You forced me to do a lot of overdue soul searching."
"For one thing," She stopped her pacing and gazed keenly at me, "I thought, for the first time, what my life would be like without your friendship."
When she looked up at me, I saw that her eyes were brimming. "It takes time to truly know someone, to see how they carry themselves in different situations. I've been fortunate enough to have been granted that time with you."
One of her tears spilled and I brushed it away as she continued. "I'm always at ease in your company; not merely because I know with absolute certainty that you would never betray my confidences. I'm also secure in the knowledge that you love me as I am, warts and all. I don't want what we have to go away. Ever."
Cindy gazed at me expectantly, but I was stunned into silence. Finally, I managed the feeble reply, "No fair."
"What do you mean, 'No fair'?"
Several tears had escaped and were flowing freely down my cheeks. I took tissues from a box on her desk and tried uselessly to stem the flow. "No one has ever spoken to me like that. That was like something from a book."
"So, how is it 'No fair'?"
"Well, you've obviously put a lot of thought into what you were going to say, and here I am, flat footed, unprepared."
"Well, there is something you can do for me."
"What's that?" I asked warily.
"Since I've just laid my heart bare for you," Cindy said coyly, "I was hoping you might elaborate on what happened yesterday."
I felt the first flutter of butterflies. "I told you, I... "
It was then that I made the decision to trust in the love she had just proclaimed. I asked her to sit down again. "Close your eyes." I requested.
"Why?"
"Please. I know it sounds ridiculous, but this may be the only way I can get through this. And I better start now, before I lose my courage."
Cindy returned to her seat and shut her eyes. A trace of anticipation showed in her face, which was otherwise serene.
I took a deep breath and found my voice. "I have always thought you were lovely; in fact, the most beautiful woman I've ever met. I have, on occasion, even felt a glimmer of attraction, to which I never gave much thought. Before the idea even formed, I would brush it away as a fleeting impulse, nothing more."
"Yesterday, one of those impulses caught me when I was most vulnerable. It might have resulted in nothing more than that kiss ... one of those awkward, embarrassing moments that we would've laughed about later."
I glanced over at Cindy, but her expression was inscrutable. "But, after last night," I went on, "I’m not going to be able to sweep away those feelings so casually again."
"What happened last night?" Cindy's voice was soothing and calm.
"Well, when I went to bed and the house was quiet, I couldn't help thinking about what had happened here. You can believe I suffered some pangs of humiliation. But the more I thought about it, the embarrassment faded and I began to get ... I began to get turned on."
There was no apparent reaction from Cindy to this. She did not move or even fidget and her eyes remained closed.
"I was tormented by that kiss... and the fervent wish that it had led to more ... until ... I began to fantasize that it had."
Having said that much, my nerves quieted, allowing me to continue less haltingly, "Cindy, dear, you and I have had some pretty steamy discussions about sex. We've never been shy about it. But, this time there is no way I'm going to get into the specifics. I will simply say this: I had the best orgasm of my life last night while I was imagining making love with you."
It was a relief to get the words out. They hung in the air for a moment, until Cindy asked, "Is it okay for me to open my eyes now?"
"Oh, I'm sorry. Of course it is. I got so caught up in what I was saying, I forgot."
During the following weeks, I had increasingly intense fantasies about Cindy at night, but I didn't let them interfere with our work relationship. In retrospect, I don't know how I managed to compartmentalize so well, but I'm grateful I did, as things between us seemed to return to normal.
During that time, Cindy began to make remarks that hinted at a growing sexual frustration. I finally asked if she and her boyfriend were doing okay. Nearly a month after our heart-to-heart, Cindy was grousing about Andy again. Apparently, he had been spending more time later at the office and had little time for Cindy. She confessed to being lonely and more than a little randy.
"It's been more than a month since I've had anything between my thighs that didn't run on batteries."
That was an image I really, really didn't need in my head right then, though I was sure I'd be using it to good effect that night. Before I could comment, she was at it again.
"You know, since I'm not getting any at home, am I at least having fun in your head at night?"
I stopped with a mouthful of salad and Lord only knows how many shades of red I must have turned.
"Oh!" Cindy cooed. "Apparently so! Care to give any details?"
I struggled to keep my voice down, so as not to be overheard by the other patrons, "I can't believe you just went there! Are you trying to be cruel?"
Then, with an exaggerated look of remorse, she asked, "Forgive me?" But she couldn't hold the expression and instead began to laugh. I couldn't help but join in.
The next morning, I had a killer headache. I buzzed Cindy to see if she had aspirin. She offered to bring it to me, but instead I asked if I could hide out in her office. I really needed to put my head down. When I arrived at her office, she shut the door behind me and turned off the light, leaving the room dimly lit by her desk lamp. She handed me the aspirin and a small cup of water.
"Thanks," I smiled weakly and swallowed the medicine, "I’ll be okay if I can just lay my head down for a few." Cindy made a makeshift pillow from her jacket and placed it on her desk. She insisted that I sit in her chair so I could be more comfortable. "I'll be back in a little while and I'll make sure you're undisturbed for the duration." With that, she turned and left, locking the office behind her.
I must've fallen asleep, because I awoke when I heard Cindy turning the key in the lock again. "How's my sleeping beauty doing?" she asked as I lifted my head gingerly.
"Ha! I know I must look a rumpled mess but keep it up. Flattery could get your hands in my pants."
"Better be careful or I may just try to find out." She spoke in the playfully seductive tones she often adopted when flirting with someone -- even me a few times. But that had been before I 'came out'. It was encouraging to think that she really was settling back into our old comfort level.
"How long have I been out?" I queried.
"'About half an hour."
"Oh. Well, I'd better get back... "
“Not yet.” Cindy stepped behind me and placed her hands on my shoulders to keep me seated. "Let my magic fingers do their work first." Bringing her middle and index fingers to either side of my head, she applied them to my temples. "Close your eyes and lean back." she gently commanded.
My head lolled against her body and I became aware of her breasts pressed against me. Cindy's fingers were indeed 'magic'. The steady circular pressure at my temples was wonderfully soothing. I let a sigh of contentment escape. A subtle change occurred when her fingers left my temples to brush the hair on either side of my head behind my ears. Her fingertips caressed the sides of my throat while her thumbs applied a little more force to the back of my neck. I wore a collarless, close-fitting knit blouse that didn't impede her progress.
Some time prior to this, I had revealed a weakness to Cindy. We'd been engaged in one of our frequent, sexual gab fests. I told her that if someone wanted to 'put me in the mood', all she had to do was give me a massage. "Just a few well executed strokes and I'm putty. Give me a good rub anywhere; they're all erogenous zones."
Cindy hands made their way to my shoulders, and the deep, sensuous kneading she was giving them was making relaxation the furthest thing from my mind! My body was responding. I opened my eyes and looked down, appalled to see that my blouse did nothing to disguise my arousal. A shift of my legs and I felt the moisture in my panties.
Just then, her hands guided me forward to lay my head down on the pillow of her jacket again. Moving to my shoulder blades now, Cindy extended her fingers over them while her thumbs made luscious circles over my spine. Goosebumps spread under my blouse and were surely visible above my neckline. I could also detect the scent of my excitement, as well. This was way too close to sex for comfort and since it wasn't her fantasy, I needed to put an end to it.
"Cindy."
"Yes?" Her voice was hushed. She had leaned forward to bring her lips next to my ear.
“I should get back to my desk now."
"Why?"
I was casting about for an answer when Cindy leaned closer and whispered, paraphrasing, "'Just a few well rendered strokes, and I'm putty. Just give my back, shoulders, or legs a good rub; they're all erogenous zones.'"
I looked at Cindy, while she moved closer still. "I know exactly what I’m doing. And now, so do you." And then she kissed me.
There is nothing like that first kiss between lovers.
She cradled my face in her hands and deepened the kiss. Drawn by the promise, I rose from the chair into her arms. Her body pressed tightly to mine. There was a familiar warmth growing between my legs. I could sense desire radiating from her, as well.
My tongue followed the curve of Cindy's mouth. Little by little, her lips opened and my tongue accepted the invitation. I got my first taste of the woman who had been the object of my most vivid fantasies. I felt her hand at the back of my head as our tongues laced and tangled.
Cindy pulled back enough to let me breathe. It took me a second to open my eyes. Her hands brushed the hair from my face.
"I've been dreaming of this for weeks," I whispered.
Her forehead leaned against mine and she spoke in intimate tones, "You aren't the only one. A few nights after that first kiss, I dreamed, too. A deliciously erotic dream. About you."
"Then, when you later told me about our 'nocturnal adventures' in your head, I had a pretty powerful waking fantasy of my own. I didn't know what to think. This is so far from anywhere I ever imagined I'd be, it's hard to think how I got here. But here is where I am. Here with you. And, if I'm honest with myself, there's nowhere else I'd rather be." This last was said with a passion that was echoed in her eyes.
I asked, “Can you take tomorrow off?"
Cindy looked puzzled momentarily, before answering, "Why?"
A shiver of excitement ran through my voice, "I am a hair's breadth away from locking your office door, tearing your clothes off and fucking you right here." I leaned over and licked her bottom lip, then looked up into her eyes, "I definitely intend to make you scream."
Cindy responded by placing her hand on the back of my neck and pulling me to her. Our lips met. Hungrily. When we finally came up for air, our breathing was labored.
Cindy smiled her reply, "I'll find a way."
The next day found me pacing back and forth across the lush carpet of a handsomely appointed hotel suite, lost in an erotic cloud. Cindy was on her way.
My reverie was interrupted by a knock at the door. "Who is it?" I called out.
"Cindy."
When I opened the door, my fears melted in the glare of her beauty. I stood there for a moment, drinking her in.
"Are you going to let me in or are you going to do me right here in the doorway?" I pulled her into the room, shut the door and stole a welcoming kiss. Wrapping me in her arms, she returned the kiss eagerly.
"Thank you." she said at last. "I needed that to chase away the butterflies."
"You, too, huh?" I thought for a moment, then taking her hands in mine, I asked, "Cindy, is this what you want?"
"Yes."
With that, I took her hand in mine and led her to the bedroom.
We soon were naked except for our panties. Kneeling on the bed and straddling her hips, I had a breathtaking view of the beauty sprawled on her back beneath me. Cindy's hair splayed about the pillow, providing a dark, lustrous frame for her face. Her skin was radiant, with a dusting of freckles on her face, neck and shoulders. Her breasts were small mounds of flesh with small dark nipples. My hands gently squeezed them. Caressed them. Kneaded them.
Already, Cindy was squirming. My fingers glided over the contours of her breasts and then did the same with the palms of my hand. Her eyes squeezed shut and indescribably sexy sounds escaped her lips. I dipped two fingers into my pussy for lubrication. Teasing Cindy's rigid nipples with my lubed fingers drew still more erotic sounds from her. After my fingers and nails had explored every aspect of her breasts, I took a nipple into my mouth and teased it between my teeth; as I felt it harden, I could feel my pussy begin to spasm. I was in erotic heaven.
My mouth started downward. I kissed my way down her left breast, engulfing the nipple. With my hand pushing the breast upward, I sucked and bit the flesh beneath her nipple. Marking her; I wanted Cindy to remember this for a bit. I gazed up at Cindy as her head pushed into the pillow, eyes clenched as she relished this moment. Her body writhed beneath me.
I began a slow trail of kisses down the length of her torso. When I reached her panties, her hips were already moving in a subtle rhythm. Her pink panties now had a deep red patch where her pussy juices had soaked through. My finger pressed against her slit, forcing more of her juices through her panty fabric. I couldn’t resist putting my mouth against the fabric and tasting her. Cindy gasped as I sucked on her through her panties. It was all I could do to hold my own orgasm at bay.
It was time. My fingers found the waistband of her panties.
“Can these come off?” I whispered.
Cindy could just nod, but she lifted her bum off the bed and I slipped her panties down her legs.
Shifting lower still, I spread Cindy’s legs and then got my first look at Cindy’s pussy. I nearly gasped at its beauty. Her lips had opened; they were a perfectly matched pair of petals. A thin stream of her juices seeped from between them and ran down to her bum. Her erect clitoris peeked from its pink hood.
Cindy's body shuddered as my fingers made their first pass through her silken pussy lips, tentatively at first. Then I made another pass. And another. My fingers were coated with her juices. "Oh God, that feels good!" she hissed.
I stopped abruptly, shifting my attention to her legs. Turning to my left, I explored the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh with my mouth. Every kiss, nibble, gentle suck, and caress of my tongue drew a delightful response. Her reactions grew more frantic the closer I came to her pussy. Instead of going to her pussy, I passed over it to tease her right thigh. Cindy groaned in frustration and whispered,
"Please, Jennifer; go down on me."
"Soon." I promised.
By the time I finished with her right thigh, Cindy was panting. I then began to massage both her thighs with my hands, working up and back from her glistening pussy. Her hands clutched the sheets and her legs trembled and clenched. I loved this. I loved the elegance of her pussy, and how it had blossomed and juiced at my touch.
Then I tasted her.
As soon as my tongue slipped between her pussy lips, Cindy's hips lifted from the bed and she drew her breath in sharply. My fingers slid up and down the outside of her soft thighs and hips. From there, my hands slipped under her wonderfully rounded bottom and drew her to me. Flattening my tongue, I swept up and down the length of her slit.
Cindy's breathing came faster, mixed with little half moans. Ripples of tension coursed through her. Each lasted a moment longer than the one before, and the intervals between them shortened. Her pussy lips parted, inviting me.
“Oh, god.” Her hands tangled in my hair, drawing me deeper into her. I penetrated her pussy with my tongue, pushing through her opening to the tightness within. My lips fastened on her as my tongue pushed inside. Her pussy walls clenched at my tongue. I began to slowly fuck her with my tongue. I could feel her pussy begin to spasm.
Moaning and gasping were louder now. "Please!" she begged, her words ragged with lust.
“Can you come?”
“Oh god, yes!”
I slid her clit between my lips and sucked it in and out, then swirled my tongue around it briskly. Cindy's thighs clamped around my
head as she begged me to make her come. My tongue flicked her clit harder, sending her to the brink.
But, as soon as she was there, I moved away, watching her hips pumping and her pussy twitching and seeping. "What are you doing!?"
I watched and waited.
Then three short strokes of my tongue along the tip of her clit brought Cindy's hips further off the bed, her thighs held open and trembling. I slipped inside her again, flexing my tongue, pushing it in and out until her body began to rock in a sympathetic motion.
"Oh God...." she gasped. "Do you... have any idea... what you're doing to me!?" I held still and felt her pussy throb in my mouth. Her juices dripped down to my fingers, which were molded to the rounded softness of her bottom. I had let her anticipation build, wanting her to need it, to ache for it.
And now, she was there.
I wrapped my mouth around her clit and sucked it between my teeth. Cindy squirmed; my tongue flicked back and forth across her clit. The more I nursed her clit, the higher Cindy's body rose off the mattress.
Cindy’s legs squeezed more tightly around my head. I began alternating between sucking her clit and thrusting my tongue deep inside her pussy.
"Oh, God. Yes. There. That's it. I’m going to come!" she cried. "Oh fuck… Oh, don't stop; I’m right there. Here it comes... Oh!" This dissolved into a series of cries that contained no clear words.
The orgasm struck her hard and fast, exploding within her. Making her spasm. Making her hips pump in and out, with me holding on for dear life. I kept my mouth and tongue on her sweet, wet opening. With each new pulse of her pussy more come oozed from her.
As her orgasm subsided, her thighs began to relax and her hips came to rest on the bed. I continued licking as she tried to pull away. My tongue opened her, pointing and dipping inside of her, then curled. Cindy moaned again. I teased her still erect clitoris with my mouth. I used my tongue to arouse the sensitive bud, sucking it into my mouth and letting my tongue tease it, back and forth. My arms pulled her thighs tighter to me and I again fucked her with my tongue. Not a minute had gone by before Cindy's hips bucked violently in the throes of a second and more powerful orgasm. And then a third orgasm hit.
Cindy finally begged. "Please. Stop. Jen, stop. I can't take any more."
I gave in, laying my head on her thigh, watching as her pussy pulsing slowed and stopped. We rested together for a moment.
"My God, Jen. That was magnificent." I kissed her leg.
"Come up here so I can kiss you," Cindy demanded.
Easing myself from between her thighs, I smiled at her expression of disbelief. My face glistened with her honey.
Cindy lay limply above me with her legs spread apart, her head on the pillow and her dark hair damp on her forehead.
I crawled up next to her, resting my left arm and leg over her spent form. Reaching up, I turned her head to look at me, and said, "I love you."
“I know now," she smiled. "I've never felt so loved." After we kissed, Cindy licked her juices from my face.
Her long lashes began to drowse, "I think you must've stolen every last spark of energy from my body. I didn't know it was possible to come so often in such a short time." Her lips curved up again, faintly this time. "Can you give me just a moment? I need to rest my eyes for a... " Her voice trailed off and stillness settled on her features.
I sat up cross-legged beside her and watched her while she slept. Cindy's beauty had always invaded my awareness. She had an exquisite loveliness that couldn't be ignored. But now, given the chance to let my eyes linger unselfconsciously, I was in awe.
Her face was turned up to the ceiling, the sensuous geometry of it calculated to seduce the eye. She lay on her back with shapely arms, toned but not muscular, stretched on either side of her. On her back, her tits were firm and stood from her chest, topped by her glorious nipples. Her trim waist flared into shapely hips that tapered into long womanly legs that were all but irresistible to touch.
I was very much aware of my desire for her. And now finally we were able to enjoy our desire. I was overcome with the intensity of emotion; I closed my eyes for a moment. I felt a tear escape.
Cindy opened her eyes and a hand moved over mine and her voice gently intruded upon the stillness in the room, "Hey, what's that about?"
"Nothing." I sniffled and grinned. "I now know how very hard I've fallen for you."
"That doesn't sound silly. That sounds wonderful. And just so you know..." she reached up, placed her hand on the back of my neck and drew me down to her, "You're not alone."
Our lips met, and she kissed me with a possessive eagerness that made my heart flutter and my pussy tingle. We embraced, kissing, arms and legs twining, hands searching each flesh. The kiss went on and on.
Cindy's hand came between us, the flat of her palm between my breasts, tenderly pushing me to lay back on the bed. I reclined on my elbows, stretched languorously across the bed. My right leg lay flat while my left leg was bent at the knee, foot flat on the mattress. She crawled up beside me and laid on her side. Pressing her body to me as tightly as she could, she propped up her head to look at me. Her lips moved to meet mine.
This was heaven! Her tongue grazed my lips, inviting but not insistent. My lips parted and her tongue slipped between them. She explored my mouth while her hard nipples were thrust tantalizingly against me. Her right hand roamed unhurriedly over my breasts, teasing my already erect nipples into aching hardness. I moaned with pleasure into her mouth.
Cindy's tongue caressed and played with mine as her hand began a slow descent down my rib cage, over my flat tummy, pausing to circle my navel and then lower. Her fingers arrived at the top of my panties, just inside my trimmed bush. I was in an agony of anticipation as she paused on the brink of my mound. Then her fingers inched lower. My erotic side was on fire.
The tips of her fingers slowly skimmed up and down my slippery labia. The sensations were fiercely arousing, as were the wet, rhythmic noises her motions made. She kept up the slow teasing until my back was arched and my hands reflexively grasped handfuls of the sheets.
Cindy broke our kiss and her mouth traced down my neck to the hollow between my collar bones. From there, her tongue and lips patiently scaled my throat, along the line of my jaw, to my ear. Here she sucked the sensitive lobe and exhaled warm, shivery breaths until I was gasping.
All the while, her fingers worked over my slit, up and down, tracing the furrow between my lips and my hips follow their rhythm. Cindy whispered encouragements and endearments in my ear, sending ripples of lust through my body. Despite the slow buildup, I wasn't prepared when she plunged her fingers between my inner folds.
"Oh God!" I cried out.
"Better brace yourself, darling, I'm just getting started." Cindy taunted.
Her fingers moved inside me gently, opening me, delving inside me, then curled looking for my g-spot. She moistened the hood of my clit with my juices, then circled it with her thumb. All the while sensing from my sighs and moans just which touches drove me wild.
Cindy withdrew her fingers and put a finger on either side of my clit sheath, Cindy began to massage up and down, as if it was a penis and she was giving me a clitoral handjob. God, it felt so good. I cried out as she used her fingertips to coax my clit from beneath its hood.
With the finesse of a virtuoso, Cindy caressed the underside of my engorged bud, spread my nectar across it and stroked it relentlessly between her forefinger and thumb. Tension mounted in me and my muscles flexed. My back arched higher, my hips lifted off the bed, leaving me balanced on just my feet and shoulder blades.
Her fingers left my clit to penetrate me again.
Pumping in and out of me steadily, Cindy bent her head to cover my nipple with her warm, wet mouth. She suckled with a rhythm that matched her fingers. My loins thrust back at her, impaling myself on her hand.
I heard my voice begging her to fuck me harder.
She obliged.
The feeling of her mouth on my tit and her fingers in my pussy were unbelievable. I had never felt anything quite like this. I opened my eyes to see her lips wrapped around my nipple and further down her hand driving in and out of me.
"Jesus, Cindy... " I trailed off, losing the words in a haze of arousal.
She looked up and smiled, "I know. You didn't think I was the only one who was going to scream, did you?"
Her mouth descended on my nipple once more. Supporting my curving back with her left arm, she gripped the soft flesh of my ass in her hand.
Her right hand worked my pussy.
In and out.
Thrilling me.
In and out.
Fucking me.
In and out.
Long smooth strokes.
Liquid sounds echoed inside the room.
Faster.
I could feel my juices flow and I knew that they were streaming over her fingers.
Harder.
My hips pumped with her fingers.
Deeper.
"Fuck me, Cindy," I managed to gasp.
"You going to come for me?"
"Yes . . ." I wanted it now. Needed it.
"What?"
"YES!" I was so close.
Cindy's eyes met my mine, the intensity of her gaze fanning the flame within me.
"Say it!"
"I'm going to come!" my voice was laced with desperation and exhilaration.
The walls of my pussy grabbed hold of her each time she thrust into me.
"That's it, just let go for me." Her voice was husky with lust.
I threw my head back. I'd never felt anything like it in my life. Crashing waves of the most intense pleasure ripped through my body. Muscles clenched and released. My pussy walls contracted around her fingers, flooding them with come. Bright bursts of color exploded behind my tightly closed eyelids.
Cindy kept kissing my pussy gently as my orgasm ebbed, then she lowered my hips to the bed.
Crawling between my outstretched legs, she looked up at me mischievously and asked, "How was that Jennifer?"
When I caught my breath, I whispered "I can say, with conviction, that I now know how it feels to been well and truly fucked."
Cindy hooked her arms under my thighs and pulled my hips closer to her face. Between playful kisses on my still seeping labia, she answered, "Oh, I think there's plenty more left inside."
"Oh no! Cindy, I am done. No more or you'll kill me."
She ignored my plea. Her lighthearted pecks deepened. Gliding her hand over my stomach and rib cage, she cupped and fondled my right breast. Cindy's palm covered my rapidly hardening nipple and began to stroke me.
I couldn't believe I was responding to her so soon after my orgasm. Usually, I was too sensitive and needed a while before I could begin again. But, I could feel that wonderful tingle between my legs, the warm glow spreading through my body, and I knew she could have me again. I gasped as Cindy continued to massage my nipples, her hand alternating between them. She pulled at my nipples, then just flicked her fingers over them, and then pinched them, but it was always gentle and kindled a new fire in me. I could feel my pussy begin to ooze again.
I lifted my head and to look down at Cindy who made a show of extending her tongue. She then began to go down on me again. As her tongue entered my pussy, I realized that all I could see was her eyes over the curve of my pussy mound. This was the image that triggered an orgasm in so many of my fantasies! And it was starting to have the same effect – but this time it was real.
I felt her lick my now-sensitive pussy lips. Her tongue wriggled into me, caressing my pussy in an exquisite French kiss. She let her tongue penetrate me, probing, plumbing the core of my sexuality. After several minutes, Cindy halted her oral attentions and raised her head slightly to gaze up at me with pure lust in her eyes. The fingers of one hand spread me open while a finger from her other hand found my clit. She began strumming the swollen bud as she pushed a finger inside me. The wet sounds were so emphatic I must have been flowing extravagantly. As she pulled her finger from within me, a thread of my come hung from it. Cindy held it up for inspection. It was covered in a lustrous glaze. I was fascinated. Looking straight into my eyes, she took it into her mouth and sucked.
She slipped her finger inside me again and when she withdrew it her finger, it was dripping with my come. I thought she was going to taste it again, but she paused for a long moment and then brought it to my lips instead.
"Try it. You taste wonderful..." she smiled.
Cindy then took my hands and pulled me up on my knees and steered me to face the bed's headboard. I felt her breasts and pussy press against me from behind as she raised my arms, placing my hands atop the headboard. Her sultry voice was at my ear, "There.
Now hold onto that. You're going to need hold on to something." The wanton lust in her voice made me shiver.
She lay on her back and slid her head between my legs. Her hazel eyes looked up at me, glittering with hunger. The backs of her hands pressed against my inner thighs, easing them outward and lowering my pussy to her mouth. I found myself wanting her mouth on my pussy again and tried to hold her gaze. But Cindy winked at me, shifted her head, and began to suck and bite the tender flesh of my inner thigh instead.
She was marking me! My eyes widened in surprise, then they closed tightly at I let the feeling her attention to such a sensitive area wash over me. Cindy then switched to my other thigh, sucking and biting, marking it as well. I began to writhe over her face and bit my lower lip.
Cindy brought her tongue back to my pussy and held it steady at my opening as my hips rocked against her tongue. I was masturbating against her tongue. Shudders began to shake my body, making my legs weak. She had a firm grip on my hips as she eased my pussy against her tongue. I was completely at the mercy of her tongue, my pussy was hers to play with. Almost out of my mind with arousal, my pussy was throbbing, and I had never wanted anything as much as I wanted Cindy to make me come at that moment.
I was panting, moaning, whimpering and whispering in erotic joy. And every utterance was punctuated by a thrust of my pussy. Cindy latched her lips around my mound as if they were shaped for it, sucking in her cheeks and nearly creating a vacuum. I arched forward, my thighs involuntarily squeezing around her face.
Her mouth shifted and she found my hard clit, now erect protruding from its hood and ripe for her mouth. Her lips closed over the throbbing knob and sucked. She purred while sucking, and the vibrations tore through my pussy and swept me up in a storm of pleasure.
My orgasm was mounting; my muscles were all taut. The trembling in my legs took over my body and my orgasm detonated within me. I began to thrash but Cindy stayed with me, milking me of all I had to give. Her mouth was fastened on me, tongue still lashing my clit, fingers still holding tightly to my buttocks. I ground down on her, as if she couldn't get deep enough for me. My pussy walls clutched her tongue. I was humping her now, with increasing urgency,
I'm not sure how long it lasted, but a torrent of orgasms just seemed to flow on forever, taking me to a world of pure bliss.
Until I truly could take no more.
I realized I was still panting and moaning, so I tried to calm down. My hips continued to writhe from little whirls of pleasure whipping about inside me. Now that I was quieter, I could feel Cindy’s tongue gently teasing my pussy. It was so erotic, my body shuddered in an orgasmic aftershock. At last, she drew away with a sated look. The only evidence of her activities was the glistening wetness of her lips, which she slowly licked clean. "God, I was surprised that I could even make a girl come let alone come a hard as you did. It was amazing,"
"Cindy, it was you who was amazing."
My legs were trembling and my chest was heaving and brightly blushed. I collapsed on the bed beside her and looked at her through eyes half closed. There were tears in them, and I had never felt so connected to anyone in my life.
Cindy smiled and asked, "Savoring the afterglow?"
I nodded
"Well, while you’re still feeling pretty good, I want to see if I can extract a promise from you."
Cindy moved closer and cupped my face in her hand. Gazing earnestly into my eyes, she continued, "I want you to promise me we'll get to do this again... that this wasn't simply a one-time thing."
"Are you kidding?" Her expression suggested otherwise. "No, I guess you're not. But I'm the one who should be asking that question.
Apparently you haven't been paying attention, because I thought I had made it abundantly clear that I am yours for the taking."
Cindy beamed in response but then bit her lower lip as a look of contemplation settled on her lovely features.
"But there's no avoiding it. I've fallen in love with you." Cindy took my spent form in her arms and pressed her lips to mine in a long, delicious kiss.
"I don't know where this will all lead," I went on, "but I do know that a year from now... five years from now... or ten years from now... I will still want you as my friend... and... I hope ... my lover, too.
Nearly a year into our affair, I wanted to set up house with her; live together openly. She considered it, but in the end, she turned me down.
But, eleven years have come and gone, and Cindy is still my friend – and still my lover.
I was married for ten years to a successful investment banker. Then one day it all changed. He came home and announced he was leaving me – for his Pilates instructor. I was devastated to learn that he had been cheating on me. While the past several years had been miserable, I probably could have eventually wrapped my head around the loss of our sex life, but hiding an affair turned my once romantic husband into a tired, irritable man.
I had Cindy.
Cindy has a statuesque beauty and flirty manner that turns heads during our frequent lunchtime excursions. Cindy is a year older than me and about 5'8" with an athletic appearance. Her complexion is cream colored with a smattering of freckles. Her hazel eyes glimmer with mischief and her smile lights up her face and any room she's in. To top it all off, dark, lustrous mid-length hair frames those lovely features.
I often thought that I had a crush on Cindy. But to be quite honest, I was not attracted to her so much as I admired her. But you would have to be blind not to see how stunning she was in every aspect.
Cindy also has a generous, caring nature, quick to offer a helping hand or a sympathetic ear. She consoled me after my marriage ended but I was reluctant to dump too much in her lap. Besides, like most jilted spouses, a part of me felt like I was responsible for our marital woes. So, while Cindy had the general impression that I was miserable, she didn’t have too many details.
One day, that changed. Cindy and I had gone to lunch; I was in the middle of legal proceedings and was distracted, depressed and generally poor company. She tried her best to snap me out of it, but I could only manage tepid smiles in response to her usual banter. On the way back to work, we walked the first couple of blocks in silence when she leaned close, "You know, I'm really beginning to worry about you."
"Oh, I'm so sorry, Cindy! I realize what a drag I must be today. I... "
"Don't apologize! With everything you've had on your plate, it's a wonder you're not comatose. When we get back, come on down to my office. We are going to have an overdue heart-to-heart."
"Look, Cindy, I really appreciate the offer, but... "
Cindy stopped in the middle of the lunchtime crowd on a downtown street and turned me to face her. Her hands went to my shoulders as she looked me earnestly in the eye and said, "Jen, you just don't get it. I'm not going to accept 'no' for an answer. I don't care what work is waiting for us. I've known you long enough and care about you deeply enough to insist. If you don't unburden yourself soon, you're going to collapse."
With that, she took my arm in hers and steered me back to her office. Once we were inside Cindy's office, she locked the door, pulled the guest chair close to hers and gestured for me to have a seat. After I was settled, she scooted closer, took my hands in hers and quietly spoke, "Talk to me."
After a moment’s hesitation, I tried to speak, but all that came out was a sob. And boy, once the floodgates opened... With my vision blurred by tears, I saw a look of concern on Cindy's face. She stood up and pulled me into her arms. Cindy's left arm encircled me while her right arm soothingly stroked my back. She murmured in my ear, "It's okay. Let it all out. You're safe here."
It was strange, as my tears subsided, I began to be aware of Cindy's subtle perfume, her warmth under my hands, in my arms and pressed against me, her small breasts just above mine. I mean, we had hugged many times before, but this was different.
As this heightened awareness permeated my senses, Cindy pulled back slightly and cupped my face in her hand, asking, "Feel any better?"
That's when it happened.
I looked in her eyes, closed the small space between us and pressed my lips to hers. Our lips touched for only an instant or so when Cindy stepped back out of our embrace. Surprise and confusion were written on her face. She was obviously looking for the right words to say and failing miserably.
I started to babble like an idiot, "Oh, god! I am so sorry, Cindy! Please forgive me! I never... "
We both sat down again. After a moment or two passed, Cindy looked up at me and asked with a forced smile, "So ... where the hell did that come from?"
I buried my face in my hands, "Cindy, I swear I didn't mean to... "
She interrupted me again, "Please stop apologizing. I love you with all my heart and I wouldn't let something like this drive us apart if I can help it. I hope you feel the same."
"Of course, I do!", I replied breathlessly. It's just ... it's just been, you know, so long. So damned long since someone's touched me ... held me ... made me feel loved and wanted. I’ve been so lonely"
"Not to mention desperately horny." Cindy chortled.
We both giggled nervously at that.
"Yeah, I guess I am, at that. Hard to deny it, huh?"
"So", she said impishly, "If I give you another hug, will you promise you won't try to seduce me?"
Cindy stood, pulling me to my feet as well. She opened her arms and drew me to her. I found the courage to speak in earnest again now that I wasn't looking directly at her. Anxiety ran through and through me. My voice quivered with tension, "Like I said, it seems like forever since I’ve had sex. When you took me in your arms, it felt so wonderful. I reacted without thinking."
She held my face in her hand again. "If you let something like this cause you to act differently around me, I would be truly crushed. I want you to promise me you won't let that happen."
"I promise."
With that, Cindy gave me a kiss on the cheek, a pat on the bottom and told me I had better go, at least until lunch time tomorrow. She was expecting any minute to be called to a meeting.
As you can probably imagine, the rest of my afternoon was not particularly productive.
That night was sleepless. I mentally replayed the afternoon's events on an endless loop, fluctuating between extremes of humiliation and arousal, wincing in embarrassment each time I realized that I had made a pass at my best friend! What I wouldn't give to have that moment back!
The problem is, though, that if I undid the day, I would also lose the time I spent in her arms. That feeling haunted me. Images of Cindy chased sleep away. If, just a day before, someone had told me I would be lusting after another woman, I would have laughed. I knew I wasn’t a lesbian. But, if I was honest with myself, though, I had to admit that, on occasion, I felt a twinge of attraction for another woman. But I never pursued it.
Until now.
What a mess I was. It was nearly two in the morning. My nipples were straining against my pajama tops and my panties were soaked. I needed release. I had masturbated often enough, but never with a woman as the object of my fantasizing. I was going to surrender to this, if I couldn't have Cindy during the day, I would at least have her at night, in the privacy of my own bed.
I slipped off my pajama top and I sprawled across the bed in just my panties. Silvery moonlight came through the window and set my nakedness aglow. My eyes closed and my breath quickened in anticipation. It had been far too long since I had an orgasm. I was going to luxuriate in this.
Tracing the line of my jaw down to the curves of my throat, I imagined the touch belonged to Cindy. Moving each hand to the other side of my body, fingernails slid across my collarbone. I stroked my shoulders and down my arms, leaving a trail of goosebumps. My already engorged clit twitched impatiently. I moved my hands to my breasts and cupped them at the sides. I massaged, kneaded, and caressed them. My index fingers circled my areolae, which had tightened with anticipation. When I finally grasped my nipples between forefingers and thumbs, a current of electricity shot through me, forcing me to gasp aloud, "Cindy!"
I imagined her sucking my nipple. I rolled my nipples between my fingers and flicked them with my nails as if they were her teeth. Waves of tingling, pulsing pleasure cascaded over me as I stroked those nubs up and down, over and over. I could have come easily just from the attention to my breasts. But I was feeling greedy that night. I wanted a truly spectacular orgasm.
My hands slid down my torso and inside my panties. My head swam with images of Cindy. My fingers traveled to my pussy and I felt my sensitive mound beneath my fingertips. My breathing quickened as I (or was it Cindy's hands?) spread my legs. I slowly drew my thumb and forefinger up the fleshy sides of my outer lips. I pushed the inner lips of my pussy together, causing warm liquid to seep onto my panties. The middle finger of my other hand (imagining Cindy's tongue) split my lips. My muscles tensed involuntarily, and I caught my breath.
Pussy juices lubed my finger and I began to explore my swollen labia, sending stronger spasms through my body. My fingertip worked inside slowly. Wet sounds tangled as my ragged breathing broke the late-night silence. Then, I collected a finger full of my juice and held it up in the dappled moonlight. I took my coated finger deep into my mouth and tasted my lust.
My hand pushed my panties down and my finger returned to my pussy. I knew I couldn't keep from coming much longer. Thrusting two fingers into my pussy, I coaxed my clit from beneath its hood. I felt a shock of desire and moaned aloud. I was very close. My fingers from one hand worked my clit, and the fingers of my other hand slid in and out of my pussy. I let my anticipation build. I was on an erotic overload, pushing toward my orgasm and then backing away.
My hips began to gyrate, making the bed springs squeak. I shut my eyes, the only sound I heard was me fingering myself. My thighs flexed, and muscles across my tummy pulsed in a quickening rhythm. Oozing come coated my thighs. I looked down the length of my body and saw my knees pointing up, my panties halfway down my thighs. I pictured Cindy's lovely face between my legs, her mouth locked onto my pussy.
That erotic image pushed me over the edge. My orgasm broke and overtook me like a flood. My body convulsed in the most shattering orgasm I'd ever experienced. Pulsing waves shot through me, amplified with every thrust of my fingers. My thighs shuddered as come puddled on the bed. Whimpering and gasping at the sheer intensity I nearly passed out.
My hips collapsed on the bed and I calmed down. I was wrung out, like a rag doll. As the sounds of my panting stirred the air, I realized that I had just driven myself into a sexual frenzy fantasizing about my best friend. A post-orgasmic bliss settled in; tension melted away and I fell into a deep and restful sleep.
The next morning, I was staring blankly at my computer monitor when Cindy stepped into my cubicle. "Hey, Jen. How's it going this morning?" That irresistible smile graced her features.
"Oh, a little tired, but otherwise okay." I replied. Just seeing her caused goosebumps. I felt like a teen with a first crush.
"Good. I wanted to make sure we're still on for lunch."
"Absolutely." I suddenly saw myself kissing each faint freckle that adorned her nose and cheeks. I nearly had to shake my head to rid myself of the picture. Cindy looked searchingly into my eyes for an instant and I briefly wondered if she could read my thoughts.
Then, with a quick wave, she was gone.
Before I knew it, Cindy called, "I am almost, but not quite, done here. Would you mind if we left from my office so I'll have time to tidy up a couple of details?" When I arrived in her doorway, Cindy looked up from her monitor, beamed at me and gestured for me to come in. "Would you shut that, please?" she pointed at the door and then patted the guest chair next to her desk. "I'll be done in a jiffy."
Her gaze was intent on her computer monitor as her fingers danced across the keyboard. While she was occupied, I took a good look at her: the arc of her eyebrows, the clarity and color of her eyes, the slope of her nose, the curve of her cheek, her thin lips. I felt the urge to reach out and let my fingers travel where my eyes had just been, when I realized I was staring.
Cindy was either too focused on her work to notice or too gracious to let on that she had. Within a couple of minutes time, she closed several windows on her screen and stood up.
Reaching down and taking my hands, Cindy pulled me out of the chair. "I asked you to drop by here first, because I want a hug." She drew me into her embrace. "And I wanted to talk to you privately before we go to lunch."
Still holding me in her arms, she continued, "You know, you cost me no small amount of sleep last night." Before I could respond to that, Cindy went on, "I went around and around, thinking about you, me, us... our friendship. And I'm pretty damn proud of myself because I actually got it all sorted out."
Cindy walked slowly back and forth as she spoke, "That little kiss of yours gave me a swift kick in the pants. You forced me to do a lot of overdue soul searching."
"For one thing," She stopped her pacing and gazed keenly at me, "I thought, for the first time, what my life would be like without your friendship."
When she looked up at me, I saw that her eyes were brimming. "It takes time to truly know someone, to see how they carry themselves in different situations. I've been fortunate enough to have been granted that time with you."
One of her tears spilled and I brushed it away as she continued. "I'm always at ease in your company; not merely because I know with absolute certainty that you would never betray my confidences. I'm also secure in the knowledge that you love me as I am, warts and all. I don't want what we have to go away. Ever."
Cindy gazed at me expectantly, but I was stunned into silence. Finally, I managed the feeble reply, "No fair."
"What do you mean, 'No fair'?"
Several tears had escaped and were flowing freely down my cheeks. I took tissues from a box on her desk and tried uselessly to stem the flow. "No one has ever spoken to me like that. That was like something from a book."
"So, how is it 'No fair'?"
"Well, you've obviously put a lot of thought into what you were going to say, and here I am, flat footed, unprepared."
"Well, there is something you can do for me."
"What's that?" I asked warily.
"Since I've just laid my heart bare for you," Cindy said coyly, "I was hoping you might elaborate on what happened yesterday."
I felt the first flutter of butterflies. "I told you, I... "
It was then that I made the decision to trust in the love she had just proclaimed. I asked her to sit down again. "Close your eyes." I requested.
"Why?"
"Please. I know it sounds ridiculous, but this may be the only way I can get through this. And I better start now, before I lose my courage."
Cindy returned to her seat and shut her eyes. A trace of anticipation showed in her face, which was otherwise serene.
I took a deep breath and found my voice. "I have always thought you were lovely; in fact, the most beautiful woman I've ever met. I have, on occasion, even felt a glimmer of attraction, to which I never gave much thought. Before the idea even formed, I would brush it away as a fleeting impulse, nothing more."
"Yesterday, one of those impulses caught me when I was most vulnerable. It might have resulted in nothing more than that kiss ... one of those awkward, embarrassing moments that we would've laughed about later."
I glanced over at Cindy, but her expression was inscrutable. "But, after last night," I went on, "I’m not going to be able to sweep away those feelings so casually again."
"What happened last night?" Cindy's voice was soothing and calm.
"Well, when I went to bed and the house was quiet, I couldn't help thinking about what had happened here. You can believe I suffered some pangs of humiliation. But the more I thought about it, the embarrassment faded and I began to get ... I began to get turned on."
There was no apparent reaction from Cindy to this. She did not move or even fidget and her eyes remained closed.
"I was tormented by that kiss... and the fervent wish that it had led to more ... until ... I began to fantasize that it had."
Having said that much, my nerves quieted, allowing me to continue less haltingly, "Cindy, dear, you and I have had some pretty steamy discussions about sex. We've never been shy about it. But, this time there is no way I'm going to get into the specifics. I will simply say this: I had the best orgasm of my life last night while I was imagining making love with you."
It was a relief to get the words out. They hung in the air for a moment, until Cindy asked, "Is it okay for me to open my eyes now?"
"Oh, I'm sorry. Of course it is. I got so caught up in what I was saying, I forgot."
During the following weeks, I had increasingly intense fantasies about Cindy at night, but I didn't let them interfere with our work relationship. In retrospect, I don't know how I managed to compartmentalize so well, but I'm grateful I did, as things between us seemed to return to normal.
During that time, Cindy began to make remarks that hinted at a growing sexual frustration. I finally asked if she and her boyfriend were doing okay. Nearly a month after our heart-to-heart, Cindy was grousing about Andy again. Apparently, he had been spending more time later at the office and had little time for Cindy. She confessed to being lonely and more than a little randy.
"It's been more than a month since I've had anything between my thighs that didn't run on batteries."
That was an image I really, really didn't need in my head right then, though I was sure I'd be using it to good effect that night. Before I could comment, she was at it again.
"You know, since I'm not getting any at home, am I at least having fun in your head at night?"
I stopped with a mouthful of salad and Lord only knows how many shades of red I must have turned.
"Oh!" Cindy cooed. "Apparently so! Care to give any details?"
I struggled to keep my voice down, so as not to be overheard by the other patrons, "I can't believe you just went there! Are you trying to be cruel?"
Then, with an exaggerated look of remorse, she asked, "Forgive me?" But she couldn't hold the expression and instead began to laugh. I couldn't help but join in.
The next morning, I had a killer headache. I buzzed Cindy to see if she had aspirin. She offered to bring it to me, but instead I asked if I could hide out in her office. I really needed to put my head down. When I arrived at her office, she shut the door behind me and turned off the light, leaving the room dimly lit by her desk lamp. She handed me the aspirin and a small cup of water.
"Thanks," I smiled weakly and swallowed the medicine, "I’ll be okay if I can just lay my head down for a few." Cindy made a makeshift pillow from her jacket and placed it on her desk. She insisted that I sit in her chair so I could be more comfortable. "I'll be back in a little while and I'll make sure you're undisturbed for the duration." With that, she turned and left, locking the office behind her.
I must've fallen asleep, because I awoke when I heard Cindy turning the key in the lock again. "How's my sleeping beauty doing?" she asked as I lifted my head gingerly.
"Ha! I know I must look a rumpled mess but keep it up. Flattery could get your hands in my pants."
"Better be careful or I may just try to find out." She spoke in the playfully seductive tones she often adopted when flirting with someone -- even me a few times. But that had been before I 'came out'. It was encouraging to think that she really was settling back into our old comfort level.
"How long have I been out?" I queried.
"'About half an hour."
"Oh. Well, I'd better get back... "
“Not yet.” Cindy stepped behind me and placed her hands on my shoulders to keep me seated. "Let my magic fingers do their work first." Bringing her middle and index fingers to either side of my head, she applied them to my temples. "Close your eyes and lean back." she gently commanded.
My head lolled against her body and I became aware of her breasts pressed against me. Cindy's fingers were indeed 'magic'. The steady circular pressure at my temples was wonderfully soothing. I let a sigh of contentment escape. A subtle change occurred when her fingers left my temples to brush the hair on either side of my head behind my ears. Her fingertips caressed the sides of my throat while her thumbs applied a little more force to the back of my neck. I wore a collarless, close-fitting knit blouse that didn't impede her progress.
Some time prior to this, I had revealed a weakness to Cindy. We'd been engaged in one of our frequent, sexual gab fests. I told her that if someone wanted to 'put me in the mood', all she had to do was give me a massage. "Just a few well executed strokes and I'm putty. Give me a good rub anywhere; they're all erogenous zones."
Cindy hands made their way to my shoulders, and the deep, sensuous kneading she was giving them was making relaxation the furthest thing from my mind! My body was responding. I opened my eyes and looked down, appalled to see that my blouse did nothing to disguise my arousal. A shift of my legs and I felt the moisture in my panties.
Just then, her hands guided me forward to lay my head down on the pillow of her jacket again. Moving to my shoulder blades now, Cindy extended her fingers over them while her thumbs made luscious circles over my spine. Goosebumps spread under my blouse and were surely visible above my neckline. I could also detect the scent of my excitement, as well. This was way too close to sex for comfort and since it wasn't her fantasy, I needed to put an end to it.
"Cindy."
"Yes?" Her voice was hushed. She had leaned forward to bring her lips next to my ear.
“I should get back to my desk now."
"Why?"
I was casting about for an answer when Cindy leaned closer and whispered, paraphrasing, "'Just a few well rendered strokes, and I'm putty. Just give my back, shoulders, or legs a good rub; they're all erogenous zones.'"
I looked at Cindy, while she moved closer still. "I know exactly what I’m doing. And now, so do you." And then she kissed me.
There is nothing like that first kiss between lovers.
She cradled my face in her hands and deepened the kiss. Drawn by the promise, I rose from the chair into her arms. Her body pressed tightly to mine. There was a familiar warmth growing between my legs. I could sense desire radiating from her, as well.
My tongue followed the curve of Cindy's mouth. Little by little, her lips opened and my tongue accepted the invitation. I got my first taste of the woman who had been the object of my most vivid fantasies. I felt her hand at the back of my head as our tongues laced and tangled.
Cindy pulled back enough to let me breathe. It took me a second to open my eyes. Her hands brushed the hair from my face.
"I've been dreaming of this for weeks," I whispered.
Her forehead leaned against mine and she spoke in intimate tones, "You aren't the only one. A few nights after that first kiss, I dreamed, too. A deliciously erotic dream. About you."
"Then, when you later told me about our 'nocturnal adventures' in your head, I had a pretty powerful waking fantasy of my own. I didn't know what to think. This is so far from anywhere I ever imagined I'd be, it's hard to think how I got here. But here is where I am. Here with you. And, if I'm honest with myself, there's nowhere else I'd rather be." This last was said with a passion that was echoed in her eyes.
I asked, “Can you take tomorrow off?"
Cindy looked puzzled momentarily, before answering, "Why?"
A shiver of excitement ran through my voice, "I am a hair's breadth away from locking your office door, tearing your clothes off and fucking you right here." I leaned over and licked her bottom lip, then looked up into her eyes, "I definitely intend to make you scream."
Cindy responded by placing her hand on the back of my neck and pulling me to her. Our lips met. Hungrily. When we finally came up for air, our breathing was labored.
Cindy smiled her reply, "I'll find a way."
The next day found me pacing back and forth across the lush carpet of a handsomely appointed hotel suite, lost in an erotic cloud. Cindy was on her way.
My reverie was interrupted by a knock at the door. "Who is it?" I called out.
"Cindy."
When I opened the door, my fears melted in the glare of her beauty. I stood there for a moment, drinking her in.
"Are you going to let me in or are you going to do me right here in the doorway?" I pulled her into the room, shut the door and stole a welcoming kiss. Wrapping me in her arms, she returned the kiss eagerly.
"Thank you." she said at last. "I needed that to chase away the butterflies."
"You, too, huh?" I thought for a moment, then taking her hands in mine, I asked, "Cindy, is this what you want?"
"Yes."
With that, I took her hand in mine and led her to the bedroom.
We soon were naked except for our panties. Kneeling on the bed and straddling her hips, I had a breathtaking view of the beauty sprawled on her back beneath me. Cindy's hair splayed about the pillow, providing a dark, lustrous frame for her face. Her skin was radiant, with a dusting of freckles on her face, neck and shoulders. Her breasts were small mounds of flesh with small dark nipples. My hands gently squeezed them. Caressed them. Kneaded them.
Already, Cindy was squirming. My fingers glided over the contours of her breasts and then did the same with the palms of my hand. Her eyes squeezed shut and indescribably sexy sounds escaped her lips. I dipped two fingers into my pussy for lubrication. Teasing Cindy's rigid nipples with my lubed fingers drew still more erotic sounds from her. After my fingers and nails had explored every aspect of her breasts, I took a nipple into my mouth and teased it between my teeth; as I felt it harden, I could feel my pussy begin to spasm. I was in erotic heaven.
My mouth started downward. I kissed my way down her left breast, engulfing the nipple. With my hand pushing the breast upward, I sucked and bit the flesh beneath her nipple. Marking her; I wanted Cindy to remember this for a bit. I gazed up at Cindy as her head pushed into the pillow, eyes clenched as she relished this moment. Her body writhed beneath me.
I began a slow trail of kisses down the length of her torso. When I reached her panties, her hips were already moving in a subtle rhythm. Her pink panties now had a deep red patch where her pussy juices had soaked through. My finger pressed against her slit, forcing more of her juices through her panty fabric. I couldn’t resist putting my mouth against the fabric and tasting her. Cindy gasped as I sucked on her through her panties. It was all I could do to hold my own orgasm at bay.
It was time. My fingers found the waistband of her panties.
“Can these come off?” I whispered.
Cindy could just nod, but she lifted her bum off the bed and I slipped her panties down her legs.
Shifting lower still, I spread Cindy’s legs and then got my first look at Cindy’s pussy. I nearly gasped at its beauty. Her lips had opened; they were a perfectly matched pair of petals. A thin stream of her juices seeped from between them and ran down to her bum. Her erect clitoris peeked from its pink hood.
Cindy's body shuddered as my fingers made their first pass through her silken pussy lips, tentatively at first. Then I made another pass. And another. My fingers were coated with her juices. "Oh God, that feels good!" she hissed.
I stopped abruptly, shifting my attention to her legs. Turning to my left, I explored the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh with my mouth. Every kiss, nibble, gentle suck, and caress of my tongue drew a delightful response. Her reactions grew more frantic the closer I came to her pussy. Instead of going to her pussy, I passed over it to tease her right thigh. Cindy groaned in frustration and whispered,
"Please, Jennifer; go down on me."
"Soon." I promised.
By the time I finished with her right thigh, Cindy was panting. I then began to massage both her thighs with my hands, working up and back from her glistening pussy. Her hands clutched the sheets and her legs trembled and clenched. I loved this. I loved the elegance of her pussy, and how it had blossomed and juiced at my touch.
Then I tasted her.
As soon as my tongue slipped between her pussy lips, Cindy's hips lifted from the bed and she drew her breath in sharply. My fingers slid up and down the outside of her soft thighs and hips. From there, my hands slipped under her wonderfully rounded bottom and drew her to me. Flattening my tongue, I swept up and down the length of her slit.
Cindy's breathing came faster, mixed with little half moans. Ripples of tension coursed through her. Each lasted a moment longer than the one before, and the intervals between them shortened. Her pussy lips parted, inviting me.
“Oh, god.” Her hands tangled in my hair, drawing me deeper into her. I penetrated her pussy with my tongue, pushing through her opening to the tightness within. My lips fastened on her as my tongue pushed inside. Her pussy walls clenched at my tongue. I began to slowly fuck her with my tongue. I could feel her pussy begin to spasm.
Moaning and gasping were louder now. "Please!" she begged, her words ragged with lust.
“Can you come?”
“Oh god, yes!”
I slid her clit between my lips and sucked it in and out, then swirled my tongue around it briskly. Cindy's thighs clamped around my
head as she begged me to make her come. My tongue flicked her clit harder, sending her to the brink.
But, as soon as she was there, I moved away, watching her hips pumping and her pussy twitching and seeping. "What are you doing!?"
I watched and waited.
Then three short strokes of my tongue along the tip of her clit brought Cindy's hips further off the bed, her thighs held open and trembling. I slipped inside her again, flexing my tongue, pushing it in and out until her body began to rock in a sympathetic motion.
"Oh God...." she gasped. "Do you... have any idea... what you're doing to me!?" I held still and felt her pussy throb in my mouth. Her juices dripped down to my fingers, which were molded to the rounded softness of her bottom. I had let her anticipation build, wanting her to need it, to ache for it.
And now, she was there.
I wrapped my mouth around her clit and sucked it between my teeth. Cindy squirmed; my tongue flicked back and forth across her clit. The more I nursed her clit, the higher Cindy's body rose off the mattress.
Cindy’s legs squeezed more tightly around my head. I began alternating between sucking her clit and thrusting my tongue deep inside her pussy.
"Oh, God. Yes. There. That's it. I’m going to come!" she cried. "Oh fuck… Oh, don't stop; I’m right there. Here it comes... Oh!" This dissolved into a series of cries that contained no clear words.
The orgasm struck her hard and fast, exploding within her. Making her spasm. Making her hips pump in and out, with me holding on for dear life. I kept my mouth and tongue on her sweet, wet opening. With each new pulse of her pussy more come oozed from her.
As her orgasm subsided, her thighs began to relax and her hips came to rest on the bed. I continued licking as she tried to pull away. My tongue opened her, pointing and dipping inside of her, then curled. Cindy moaned again. I teased her still erect clitoris with my mouth. I used my tongue to arouse the sensitive bud, sucking it into my mouth and letting my tongue tease it, back and forth. My arms pulled her thighs tighter to me and I again fucked her with my tongue. Not a minute had gone by before Cindy's hips bucked violently in the throes of a second and more powerful orgasm. And then a third orgasm hit.
Cindy finally begged. "Please. Stop. Jen, stop. I can't take any more."
I gave in, laying my head on her thigh, watching as her pussy pulsing slowed and stopped. We rested together for a moment.
"My God, Jen. That was magnificent." I kissed her leg.
"Come up here so I can kiss you," Cindy demanded.
Easing myself from between her thighs, I smiled at her expression of disbelief. My face glistened with her honey.
Cindy lay limply above me with her legs spread apart, her head on the pillow and her dark hair damp on her forehead.
I crawled up next to her, resting my left arm and leg over her spent form. Reaching up, I turned her head to look at me, and said, "I love you."
“I know now," she smiled. "I've never felt so loved." After we kissed, Cindy licked her juices from my face.
Her long lashes began to drowse, "I think you must've stolen every last spark of energy from my body. I didn't know it was possible to come so often in such a short time." Her lips curved up again, faintly this time. "Can you give me just a moment? I need to rest my eyes for a... " Her voice trailed off and stillness settled on her features.
I sat up cross-legged beside her and watched her while she slept. Cindy's beauty had always invaded my awareness. She had an exquisite loveliness that couldn't be ignored. But now, given the chance to let my eyes linger unselfconsciously, I was in awe.
Her face was turned up to the ceiling, the sensuous geometry of it calculated to seduce the eye. She lay on her back with shapely arms, toned but not muscular, stretched on either side of her. On her back, her tits were firm and stood from her chest, topped by her glorious nipples. Her trim waist flared into shapely hips that tapered into long womanly legs that were all but irresistible to touch.
I was very much aware of my desire for her. And now finally we were able to enjoy our desire. I was overcome with the intensity of emotion; I closed my eyes for a moment. I felt a tear escape.
Cindy opened her eyes and a hand moved over mine and her voice gently intruded upon the stillness in the room, "Hey, what's that about?"
"Nothing." I sniffled and grinned. "I now know how very hard I've fallen for you."
"That doesn't sound silly. That sounds wonderful. And just so you know..." she reached up, placed her hand on the back of my neck and drew me down to her, "You're not alone."
Our lips met, and she kissed me with a possessive eagerness that made my heart flutter and my pussy tingle. We embraced, kissing, arms and legs twining, hands searching each flesh. The kiss went on and on.
Cindy's hand came between us, the flat of her palm between my breasts, tenderly pushing me to lay back on the bed. I reclined on my elbows, stretched languorously across the bed. My right leg lay flat while my left leg was bent at the knee, foot flat on the mattress. She crawled up beside me and laid on her side. Pressing her body to me as tightly as she could, she propped up her head to look at me. Her lips moved to meet mine.
This was heaven! Her tongue grazed my lips, inviting but not insistent. My lips parted and her tongue slipped between them. She explored my mouth while her hard nipples were thrust tantalizingly against me. Her right hand roamed unhurriedly over my breasts, teasing my already erect nipples into aching hardness. I moaned with pleasure into her mouth.
Cindy's tongue caressed and played with mine as her hand began a slow descent down my rib cage, over my flat tummy, pausing to circle my navel and then lower. Her fingers arrived at the top of my panties, just inside my trimmed bush. I was in an agony of anticipation as she paused on the brink of my mound. Then her fingers inched lower. My erotic side was on fire.
The tips of her fingers slowly skimmed up and down my slippery labia. The sensations were fiercely arousing, as were the wet, rhythmic noises her motions made. She kept up the slow teasing until my back was arched and my hands reflexively grasped handfuls of the sheets.
Cindy broke our kiss and her mouth traced down my neck to the hollow between my collar bones. From there, her tongue and lips patiently scaled my throat, along the line of my jaw, to my ear. Here she sucked the sensitive lobe and exhaled warm, shivery breaths until I was gasping.
All the while, her fingers worked over my slit, up and down, tracing the furrow between my lips and my hips follow their rhythm. Cindy whispered encouragements and endearments in my ear, sending ripples of lust through my body. Despite the slow buildup, I wasn't prepared when she plunged her fingers between my inner folds.
"Oh God!" I cried out.
"Better brace yourself, darling, I'm just getting started." Cindy taunted.
Her fingers moved inside me gently, opening me, delving inside me, then curled looking for my g-spot. She moistened the hood of my clit with my juices, then circled it with her thumb. All the while sensing from my sighs and moans just which touches drove me wild.
Cindy withdrew her fingers and put a finger on either side of my clit sheath, Cindy began to massage up and down, as if it was a penis and she was giving me a clitoral handjob. God, it felt so good. I cried out as she used her fingertips to coax my clit from beneath its hood.
With the finesse of a virtuoso, Cindy caressed the underside of my engorged bud, spread my nectar across it and stroked it relentlessly between her forefinger and thumb. Tension mounted in me and my muscles flexed. My back arched higher, my hips lifted off the bed, leaving me balanced on just my feet and shoulder blades.
Her fingers left my clit to penetrate me again.
Pumping in and out of me steadily, Cindy bent her head to cover my nipple with her warm, wet mouth. She suckled with a rhythm that matched her fingers. My loins thrust back at her, impaling myself on her hand.
I heard my voice begging her to fuck me harder.
She obliged.
The feeling of her mouth on my tit and her fingers in my pussy were unbelievable. I had never felt anything quite like this. I opened my eyes to see her lips wrapped around my nipple and further down her hand driving in and out of me.
"Jesus, Cindy... " I trailed off, losing the words in a haze of arousal.
She looked up and smiled, "I know. You didn't think I was the only one who was going to scream, did you?"
Her mouth descended on my nipple once more. Supporting my curving back with her left arm, she gripped the soft flesh of my ass in her hand.
Her right hand worked my pussy.
In and out.
Thrilling me.
In and out.
Fucking me.
In and out.
Long smooth strokes.
Liquid sounds echoed inside the room.
Faster.
I could feel my juices flow and I knew that they were streaming over her fingers.
Harder.
My hips pumped with her fingers.
Deeper.
"Fuck me, Cindy," I managed to gasp.
"You going to come for me?"
"Yes . . ." I wanted it now. Needed it.
"What?"
"YES!" I was so close.
Cindy's eyes met my mine, the intensity of her gaze fanning the flame within me.
"Say it!"
"I'm going to come!" my voice was laced with desperation and exhilaration.
The walls of my pussy grabbed hold of her each time she thrust into me.
"That's it, just let go for me." Her voice was husky with lust.
I threw my head back. I'd never felt anything like it in my life. Crashing waves of the most intense pleasure ripped through my body. Muscles clenched and released. My pussy walls contracted around her fingers, flooding them with come. Bright bursts of color exploded behind my tightly closed eyelids.
Cindy kept kissing my pussy gently as my orgasm ebbed, then she lowered my hips to the bed.
Crawling between my outstretched legs, she looked up at me mischievously and asked, "How was that Jennifer?"
When I caught my breath, I whispered "I can say, with conviction, that I now know how it feels to been well and truly fucked."
Cindy hooked her arms under my thighs and pulled my hips closer to her face. Between playful kisses on my still seeping labia, she answered, "Oh, I think there's plenty more left inside."
"Oh no! Cindy, I am done. No more or you'll kill me."
She ignored my plea. Her lighthearted pecks deepened. Gliding her hand over my stomach and rib cage, she cupped and fondled my right breast. Cindy's palm covered my rapidly hardening nipple and began to stroke me.
I couldn't believe I was responding to her so soon after my orgasm. Usually, I was too sensitive and needed a while before I could begin again. But, I could feel that wonderful tingle between my legs, the warm glow spreading through my body, and I knew she could have me again. I gasped as Cindy continued to massage my nipples, her hand alternating between them. She pulled at my nipples, then just flicked her fingers over them, and then pinched them, but it was always gentle and kindled a new fire in me. I could feel my pussy begin to ooze again.
I lifted my head and to look down at Cindy who made a show of extending her tongue. She then began to go down on me again. As her tongue entered my pussy, I realized that all I could see was her eyes over the curve of my pussy mound. This was the image that triggered an orgasm in so many of my fantasies! And it was starting to have the same effect – but this time it was real.
I felt her lick my now-sensitive pussy lips. Her tongue wriggled into me, caressing my pussy in an exquisite French kiss. She let her tongue penetrate me, probing, plumbing the core of my sexuality. After several minutes, Cindy halted her oral attentions and raised her head slightly to gaze up at me with pure lust in her eyes. The fingers of one hand spread me open while a finger from her other hand found my clit. She began strumming the swollen bud as she pushed a finger inside me. The wet sounds were so emphatic I must have been flowing extravagantly. As she pulled her finger from within me, a thread of my come hung from it. Cindy held it up for inspection. It was covered in a lustrous glaze. I was fascinated. Looking straight into my eyes, she took it into her mouth and sucked.
She slipped her finger inside me again and when she withdrew it her finger, it was dripping with my come. I thought she was going to taste it again, but she paused for a long moment and then brought it to my lips instead.
"Try it. You taste wonderful..." she smiled.
Cindy then took my hands and pulled me up on my knees and steered me to face the bed's headboard. I felt her breasts and pussy press against me from behind as she raised my arms, placing my hands atop the headboard. Her sultry voice was at my ear, "There.
Now hold onto that. You're going to need hold on to something." The wanton lust in her voice made me shiver.
She lay on her back and slid her head between my legs. Her hazel eyes looked up at me, glittering with hunger. The backs of her hands pressed against my inner thighs, easing them outward and lowering my pussy to her mouth. I found myself wanting her mouth on my pussy again and tried to hold her gaze. But Cindy winked at me, shifted her head, and began to suck and bite the tender flesh of my inner thigh instead.
She was marking me! My eyes widened in surprise, then they closed tightly at I let the feeling her attention to such a sensitive area wash over me. Cindy then switched to my other thigh, sucking and biting, marking it as well. I began to writhe over her face and bit my lower lip.
Cindy brought her tongue back to my pussy and held it steady at my opening as my hips rocked against her tongue. I was masturbating against her tongue. Shudders began to shake my body, making my legs weak. She had a firm grip on my hips as she eased my pussy against her tongue. I was completely at the mercy of her tongue, my pussy was hers to play with. Almost out of my mind with arousal, my pussy was throbbing, and I had never wanted anything as much as I wanted Cindy to make me come at that moment.
I was panting, moaning, whimpering and whispering in erotic joy. And every utterance was punctuated by a thrust of my pussy. Cindy latched her lips around my mound as if they were shaped for it, sucking in her cheeks and nearly creating a vacuum. I arched forward, my thighs involuntarily squeezing around her face.
Her mouth shifted and she found my hard clit, now erect protruding from its hood and ripe for her mouth. Her lips closed over the throbbing knob and sucked. She purred while sucking, and the vibrations tore through my pussy and swept me up in a storm of pleasure.
My orgasm was mounting; my muscles were all taut. The trembling in my legs took over my body and my orgasm detonated within me. I began to thrash but Cindy stayed with me, milking me of all I had to give. Her mouth was fastened on me, tongue still lashing my clit, fingers still holding tightly to my buttocks. I ground down on her, as if she couldn't get deep enough for me. My pussy walls clutched her tongue. I was humping her now, with increasing urgency,
I'm not sure how long it lasted, but a torrent of orgasms just seemed to flow on forever, taking me to a world of pure bliss.
Until I truly could take no more.
I realized I was still panting and moaning, so I tried to calm down. My hips continued to writhe from little whirls of pleasure whipping about inside me. Now that I was quieter, I could feel Cindy’s tongue gently teasing my pussy. It was so erotic, my body shuddered in an orgasmic aftershock. At last, she drew away with a sated look. The only evidence of her activities was the glistening wetness of her lips, which she slowly licked clean. "God, I was surprised that I could even make a girl come let alone come a hard as you did. It was amazing,"
"Cindy, it was you who was amazing."
My legs were trembling and my chest was heaving and brightly blushed. I collapsed on the bed beside her and looked at her through eyes half closed. There were tears in them, and I had never felt so connected to anyone in my life.
Cindy smiled and asked, "Savoring the afterglow?"
I nodded
"Well, while you’re still feeling pretty good, I want to see if I can extract a promise from you."
Cindy moved closer and cupped my face in her hand. Gazing earnestly into my eyes, she continued, "I want you to promise me we'll get to do this again... that this wasn't simply a one-time thing."
"Are you kidding?" Her expression suggested otherwise. "No, I guess you're not. But I'm the one who should be asking that question.
Apparently you haven't been paying attention, because I thought I had made it abundantly clear that I am yours for the taking."
Cindy beamed in response but then bit her lower lip as a look of contemplation settled on her lovely features.
"But there's no avoiding it. I've fallen in love with you." Cindy took my spent form in her arms and pressed her lips to mine in a long, delicious kiss.
"I don't know where this will all lead," I went on, "but I do know that a year from now... five years from now... or ten years from now... I will still want you as my friend... and... I hope ... my lover, too.
Nearly a year into our affair, I wanted to set up house with her; live together openly. She considered it, but in the end, she turned me down.
But, eleven years have come and gone, and Cindy is still my friend – and still my lover.
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