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.