Best Friends and More??? Part 2

As I said in my earlier post, I had an enjoyable self-pleasuring session before falling asleep. The dream I was having when Jeff got home and woke me up had me so worked-up that I started panting the second he touched me as he got into bed. I have to say that there is nothing hotter than being awaken from a sex dream by being fondled by the one you love. (Unless, of course, it happens to turn out to be the person you are dreaming about that is fondling you! That is a whole different level of sizzle!) He knew something was definitely up. Although it was not all that unusual for me to wake up ready for some serious romping, he was certainly not prepared for the animal that lunged out from my dreams. My feverish kisses, panting and groping was followed by me shoving him onto his back so I could ride him hard. Not wanting to lose that kind of sex, he did manage to ride it out until I was finished, but his curiosity would not let him wait any longer than a split second after we came to ask me, "What the fuck was that all about? Holy shit!"

I excitedly told him about how my day had unfolded. He was excited for me (well....us) too. While I told him about the movie, the massage and the conversation we had, he began stroking me and telling me how hot I was. He assured me that I was not reading the situation wrong at all and he thought I had passed up a perfect opportunity. Now my biggest fear was that she was not only curious, but also a little scared and might not let us get into a similar situation again. I let Jeff read my note. He approved, but said that if I hadn't scared her away by what happened already, the note would do it if she was skittish at all. How come I found it so easy to be that straight forward and bold in the note, but not face to face? We had been friends forever. Did I really think that she would just abandon me because of this? Hell, I didn't know if it would mess things up between us or not, but I did know that I was gonna go crazy if I didn't find out what she thought about it. Worst case: Things might be a little weird between us for a while if she flat out rejected me. Please Please Please Pleaaaassssseeee don't reject me!

After round two sex, Jeff and I finally fell asleep. I certainly didn't sleep well. I couldn't shut my mind off and my sex-filled dreams were constant. However, when the alarm went off the next morning, I practically jumped outta bed and into the shower. Of course I didn't leave without getting some "good luck morning sex" and a quick pep talk from Jeff, but my stomach was sick from nerves and excitement. By the time I got to school, I was wound up tight. I didn't want to give her the note until the end of the day so she could take it home to read and mull it over. I also didn't want to take the chance of seeing her face when she read it because I was afraid of being rejected very openly in school. That was something I could certainly live without. By the time I handed her the note at the end of the day, my panties were soaked and my nerves were shot. I was surprised when she handed me a note too.

What was in the first line made my heart skip a beat. It was something like, "Wow. Last night was a little weird, wasn't it? Was it just me or were you really kinda turned on by that scene?" Well, I wish I could say it was a long note telling me how much she wanted to make love to me and that she had been waiting her whole life to taste my pussy....but that wasn't it. Basically her short note said that the scene really turned her on but she didn't think she could ever do something with a girl. Oh shit. What is she gonna think about my 3 page note telling her that I just know that I could make her feel like no guy has ever done? I guess I'd have to wait and see.

The next day she didn't wait until the end of the day to give me her response. She handed it to me before first hour even started. I found a private spot (a bathroom stall) and read the much longer note. She elaborated more on what she had told our friend. She said the reason they even had the conversation was because she was trying to make him feel more normal. She really hadn't ever given it a whole lot of thought, but she was flattered by my offer and if she ever decided to give it a try, I would certainly be the only one she would consider. She assured me that nothing would ever change between us and we wouldn't be weird. DAMN! and WHEW! at the same time. That wasn't the exact answer I wanted, but at least I hadn't thrown it all away for a chance at some girl-girl action. Now I had to face her all day long. Even though I didn't want it to.....it still felt "weird" now.

When I walked into band and saw her, I just went up to her and she stood up and we both gave each other a big hug. Ok. Weirdness gone. We continued on the rest of the day as always, and didn't even mention it. Isn't it funny how things never turn out quite the way you expect?

Best friends and more???

When I got married, my best friend in high school (HSBF) was always at my house. It beat the hell outta hanging out at her place so she was pretty much a fixture at mine. I was glad to have the company since Jeff worked evenings. Somewhere during my senior year, I had a conversation with a gay friend of ours that got my mind to wandering. He told me that HSBF had talked about being curious herself. WTF! Are you serious? I couldn't believe it. I knew everything about her, and she didn't tell me this?! I understood why. I had been curious since the 8th grade and didn't tell her either because I didn't want her to think I was hitting on her.



I had just kept those feelings to myself until one night when Jeff and I was watching a movie and two girls were kissing. He told me how hot he thought that was and said he would love to see me with another girl. I told him that I had thought about it, but just didn't think it would ever happen. From that night on, he started building my bi-sexual fire by fantasizing about it with me while we were having sex. He talked about wanting to see me and HSBF kissing and going down on each other. The more he talked about it, the more I thought about it and the more I wanted it. I kept telling him the HSBF had always said that was sick and it would never work out. Now all of the sudden, here is someone telling me that she was curious the whole time.



I was so excited, which was obvious to our gay friend. We were sitting in the middle of a class talking about this and I was having a hard time sitting still and keeping my voice down. I grilled him about every part of the conversation. What EXACTLY did she say? Did she say she would actually try it or was just curious? The list of questions was a mile long. He suggested to me that I just talk to her about it and see where it went. The problem was figuring out how and when to do that. Fate figured that out for me. She came over to the house that night, and after I put the baby to bed, we happened to be watching the same movie that Jeff and I had watched earlier that year. I couldn't believe she had picked that movie to watch. My pussy was tingling and so damn juicy that I could hardly stand it, and we hadn't even seen the sexy girl part yet. All I could think about was what I wanted to say to her when it came on.



We finally got to the good part of the movie. We were sitting on the couch together and the girls started kissing and touching each other's breasts. Was HSBF starting to breathe heavier or was it just my very hopeful imagination? We both started wiggling around, but never took our eyes off the screen. Yes, I'm sure she is just about panting now. Holy shit! How can I do this without scaring her off? I was so fucking horny and scared. What if I blew this and she never came around again? Damn, I wish Jeff was here.



When the scene ended, she took a deep breath and got up from the couch to go get something to drink. I followed her to the kitchen. I guess I was afraid she would disappear and the moment would be lost forever. We both got a drink and then she went to the bathroom. *sigh* I went and sat back on the couch and hoped she would come back soon. Damn, I hope the moment isn't gone. Then i decided to get bold....and I rewound the movie and started playing the scene again. When she came back, she saw what I was watching, looked at me then sat back down beside me on the couch. She was teasing me about the movie and I told her there was a part that I had missed and wanted to see again. What part? Oh, ummm, that one right there. One girl was kissing the other's neck and then down to her breasts. When she started to suck on the nipple, I sucked in a long, deep, very noticeable breath and let it out slowly. HSBF didn't bolt out the door, or get up and go to the kitchen. She took a deep breath too, then said, "I never thought something like that would be so sexy." "Me neither." Loooooonnnnggggg pause....... "Jeff would love to see me do something like that." Looooooonnnnnggggggeeeeeerrrrrr pause...... "Have you ever thought about it?" "Yeah, but not real seriously." Hmmmmm. She got up and went back to the kitchen to get a snack. She came back and sat down at the table with some chips. Damn. I blew it! No way. I'm not giving up that easy.



I got up with my drink, stood behind her, leaned over her to get a chip and stood back up. Little bolts of electricity went through me when we touched. I wondered if she felt the same thing. We talked about nothing, and I started to massage her shoulders. She leaned her head forward and sighed. It seemed like the air was so thick that I could hardly breathe. When she leaned her head to one side, her neck was right there and I wanted to lean down and kiss it so badly. I just knew that she would love it and let me, but I just couldn't get up the nerve to do it. Finally, I ended the moment and went to get something to eat. She stood up and said she needed to leave. I said bye and that was it.



Can you say sexual frustration! What the hell was wrong with me? How could I let a perfect set-up like that go and not even try something? I guess that was part of being 18 and clueless. I sat down and wrote her a very long note. (That's what girls in high school do when they have something very serious to talk about.) I spilled my guts about talking to our friend and told her that I knew she had said she was curious. I told her I was curious too and would like see what it was like with her, but that I was scared to hurt our friendship. I told her that I had wanted to kiss her neck so badly and that I really thought I could make her feel good. I assured her that I didn't just sit around thinking about doing her all the time and not to be weirded out by this whole thing. If she didn't want to do anything, that was fine. I would understand. I folded up the note and went to bed, crossed my fingers that this would turn out the way I wanted it to, then played with myself until I came then fell asleep.

In the beginning and some background

Wow. The "beginning" turns out to be a lot farther into my past than where I originally thought I was going to start this post. As I sat here getting my thoughts together, I realized that my sexuality really began way early in my life. Now that I think about it, I was a child that most parents probably do NOT want them to be.


As early as Kindergarten, my cousin and I would play doctor and investigate our differences. It was just childhood curiosity and we never did anything pleasurable, but my curiosity certainly grew from then on. I began to develop during my 5th grade year. I was thrilled with the idea of having breasts and hair and being a "grown-up". I began to look at myself in my floor length mirror and explore myself. I soon figured out what all was supposed to go on "down there" when I found my dad's magazines one weekend. Hmmmmmmmm. Even though I didn't have a clue what they were talking about, the pictures turned me on in ways I couldn't even begin to understand. What in the world is all that tingling going on down there? And why when I rub it does it get worse instead of better? Hey, that's just what that woman is doing and it FEELS GOOD! It didn't take long to figure out how to make the tingle go away. Once I had that down, you just about couldn't get me out of my bedroom! (And my poor mom thought I was just studying a lot. HA!)



I started letting boyfriends touch me in 7th grade. (That makes me blush now. Good grief!) In fact, I planned to lose my virginity that year. I wanted to do it before I started my period so I wouldn't have to worry about getting pregnant. The opportunity presented itself....but it didn't quite work out to be private enough for the plan to be carried out. I'm really glad too. I'm sure it would have been awful and I may have been turned off to sex forever. Yeah, whatever.


Becoming a Freshman with really nice breasts in a small-town school meant getting a lot of attention. I was more than flattered with the number of guys that flirted with me. Especially the older ones. I discovered that I was a natural flirt. I loved to flirt with them all. I couldn't get enough of it. I found that my flirting could be turned up a notch by innocently rubbing my breasts or ass against a guy while we were talking. The first time I felt a guy get hard while standing behind me made me so horny that I spent the last part of lunch hour in the bathroom trying to rid myself of that dreaded tingling. Shhhheeeeeeiiiiiitttttt! Doing it somewhere public and new actually made it worse.


That was my first hint that I was a closet exhibitionist. The thought of even a chance of getting caught just made me even hornier. The fantasies from that grew exponentially. My mind would constantly stray to which guy I would love to catch me in the act and where he would catch me....and of course what he would do to me once I was found. Once, my basketball coach actually walked in on me in my locker room. I was able to avoid him actually knowing what I was doing, but after it was over, it turned me on like crazy. What if he really did know what I was doing and was just pretending not to know? What if he is thinking about it right now? I wonder how big his cock is. Would he actually think about fucking me? Gawd I hope so! OMG! I couldn't even believe that I was thinking such things! I was really shocked when I came harder than I had ever came before. Dayum! Sign me up for some more of that!

My Sophomore year, I began dating Jeff. He was such a great guy and we had a lot in common. We were both in band and we were both horny as hell. Hey, who says that isn't a recipe for true love? Psht! What do you know anyway? I wasn't actually allowed to go out on a real date until I was 16, so we just chilled at each other's houses and watched movies or he would bring me home from school functions. We took what time we could get together and enjoyed ourselves as much as possible. I had never done such heavy petting before. It was making me absolutely crazy!

When it was almost my 16th birthday, I figured out exactly what I wanted him to give me. I wanted him to give me that cock that I was dreaming about. When he took me out that night, he had no idea that I had made that choice. Up until then I had always said no, even though my pussy was screaming yes. I came prepared for the present. I stole a condom from my dad's drawer and when we were parking I gave it to him. He just about came right there. The first time I was scared to death, even though I wanted it so badly. I was terrified of getting pregnant. I didn't want anything to do with that, I just wanted the fun. Since I was so scared, I didn't enjoy it very much at the time, but I lost count of how many times I made myself cum that night thinking about the fact that I finally fucked a real cock.


From then on, it was pretty much a done deal what was gonna happen on our dates. I quit being so scared and actually started to enjoy it. I learned to love sucking his cock and he loved eating my pussy. We fucked like rabbits any chance we could get. It wasn't long until we fell head over heals in love with each other. Well.....at least we thought we were. We ended up breaking up for about 2 weeks, though it seemed like forever to me. When we got back together, we were a little different. We realized what we missed about each other and I think we appreciated each other more. We were certainly not any less horny! That didn't change at all. We continued dating through my Junior year, and then we realized that we really did love each other. We looked at rings and talked about getting married. I even asked my mom if she would allow us to get married before my Senior year. She gave me an emphatic "NO" and told me not to give up being a kid yet. Well, I had my own plans. :-P



At that point, Jeff and I stopped using protection. I wasn't exactly trying to get pregnant, but I figured it was fine if I did because we wanted to get married anyway. We celebrated Jeff's spring birthday like any other date....we had a lot of sex. We were downstairs in his basement fucking in front of the TV. He had me bent over the couch on my knees and was fucking me from behind and when he was ready to cum I grabbed his cock between my legs and said, "I wanna feel you cum inside me." He just about shot my head off he came so hard. I don't know why I said it or why I all of the sudden wanted to feel it, but the result was us getting permission to be married before my Senior year. I was most certainly pregnant. We got married that July.



After we got married we were so happy. Yeah, things were tough, but we had each other and our families were very supportive. We loved being able to fuck whenever and wherever we wanted to. And so what if anyone caught us, we were married and no one could say a thing to us. It felt so good not to be doing something "wrong" that I had to feel guilty about. Everything pretty much revolved around sex. Here's an example of our typical day:

alarm goes off
sex
get into shower
(sometimes he joins me...more sex)
go to school
(sometimes come home for lunch to have sex)
come home
sex
he goes to work
(sometime go see him on lunch hour to have sex)
comes home
sex

See???? It was fanfuckingtastic! What more could a young horny couple ask for. I'll never forget the day that I was in a class and a guy that had always liked me turned around and said, "It must really suck to be married and not able to have sex because you're pregnant."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, you can't be that pregnant and still have sex."
"Yes you can."
"What? Are you serious? When's the last time you had sex?"
giggle "Before I came to school today. Why do you think I'm always in such a good mood here at first hour?"

OMG! He just about fell outta his seat. He couldn't look at me for days without getting a hard-on. He even moved to a different chair so he wouldn't be so close to me because it was causing him so much PAIN. I thought it was the funniest thing I had ever seen. It became our running joke that when someone would ask me why I was in such a good mood that I'd laugh and say, "Ask Will." When they'd ask him, he'd get a hard-on and then I'd ask him to go sharpen my pencil. Of course he would say no, then they would think he was horrible for saying no to the big-ol pregnant girl. It was absolutely hilarious the day the teacher overheard him tell me no and she made him get up and walk across the room to sharpen my pencil. His dick was poking straight out in his sweats and it was impossible for him to hide it. I thought I was gonna die laughing. No one else acted like they caught on at all, but he was soooooooo pissed at me. What he didn't know was that while I was laughing my pussy was tingling like crazy because if how big his hard-on was. Damn, if I would have known that, I probably would have gone out with him.....at least once.

My next post will start to get down to the serious business. You know, the juicy stuff that we began doing with others. I promise to get into more details so that it will be well worth your time and reading pleasure.

My first post

Welcome to my first post. I have wanted to do this for a long time, but I just never made time for it. I have a complicated and fun life. I have a wonderful and loving husband, three kids and a beautiful grand-baby. I work full-time and love my occupation, not necessarily my JOB. I like my job only because it puts me in contact with lots of guys that I can flirt with and make their sex lives more interesting.

My husband is my biggest fan and we rock each other's world. Though we have a semi-open marriage, I could never imagine being closer to anyone or wanting to spend my life apart from him. Obviously, our sex life is fun and it has never been dull. We have done just about everything you can think of: swapping, three-somes, four-somes, more-somes; friends and strangers; white, black, Asian, and any other mix you can think of; younger and much older; skinny and beautifully NORMAL; voyeurism and exhibitionism; teasing and outright come-ons; our house, their house, hotels; and most of all......EACH OTHER. No matter what I have done, it just never gets close to what we have. We know each other inside and out and that can never be replaced by the new and different.

As you get to know me better, I hope you can see that my husband is more than just my sex-partner, he is my soul-mate. I hope you learn from the lessons that I have experienced. And if I am warning you of a pitfall that comes up in this kind of relationship....TAKE NOTE! Why learn something the hard way when you can avoid it all together? This lifestyle is not for the normal person. It takes a huge amount of trust and understanding and COMMUNICATION. It can bring out behaviors and emotions in you and your partner that you are completely unprepared for. Sometimes conflicting emotions appear at the same time: jealous as hell and completely turned-on at the same time doesn't seem logical, but trust me, it can happen. No matter what, if something happens that makes you feel bad instead of good, YOU HAVE TO TELL YOUR PARTNER! Even if you are completely backtracking on a previous agreement, you have to let them know where you are coming from and you need to know that this might happen. Don't keep feelings to yourself, even if you know that they are not logical or whatever.

I will try to keep our sexcapades in some kind of order, but I fear that they may jump back and forth from when we were first married to the present. If so, just come along for the ride and enjoy the stories, learn from our experiences and most of all, let the fantasies begin!