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Ladies Make Love


It was 11:00 AM when Lyn's phone rang. It was Debbie calling, "Hi, do you
still want to come for lunch and a swim? Are you awake yet?"


"Yes Im awake, been up since 7AM, too restless to sleep, a little tired.  Is
noon ok? Will Jack be home for lunch.? I dont want to be in the way."



"No, he called and said he   wont be able to come for lunch like he thought he
would. He hardly  comes for lunch. Maybe twice a week."


I told Debbie I would be there at noon, as soon as I got packed and dressed .
She said I didnt need to bring anything in the way of lunch things, just
myself.


Soon I was pulling up in Debbie's driveway and walking up to the front door.I
sat down on the bench  to have a smoke before I rang the doorbell, and she saw
me sitting there and invited me in. "How ya doin' today, feel like swimming,
feeling well today?"

"Oh yes", I answered. At our age of 38, it seems like I always have at least
one problem:  fatigue (which I find difficult to tell from laziness at times,
LOL) , headache or something. Debbie has mild arthritis. So we console each
other. We cut each other a lot of slack, and we take care of each other. We
listen to each others problems and complaints. We  play bingo on Friday nights,
go to the mall,   have lunch, and babysit each others kids. Once we took our
husbands and the 4 of us had dinner out. Then we went disco dancing for a
couple of hours. Luckily we were both feeling very well that night and had a
wonderful evening. Weve been best friends for 7 years, since our kids met in
kindergarden!.


"Would you like some coffee? I brewed a fresh pot just now." she said as she
closed and locked the front door. "That'll keep that nosy neighbor Tricia out
of the house while we visit. I told her you were coming to visit. And she asked
if she could come too. But then she said she really didnt have time to have
lunch with us as she had things to do. What an odd woman."

"Maybe you should get a restraining order on her," I said with a laugh, so
Debbie knew I was joking. "Believe me Ive thought about it, one of the other
neighbors has actually got a restraining order as she wouldnt stop ringing
their doorbell or calling them on the phone." she said, and rolled her eyes
heaven-ward.

We sat at the kitchen table drinking our coffees, and then went to the patio
so we could have a smoke. Soon an hour had passed and Debbie was lighting the
charcoals in the BBQ for our Polish sausages that we were gonna barbeque and
put on a bun with lots of red onions. When they came off the grill they were
delicious. I knew I would need an entire bottle of Mylanta later, but right now
I didnt care. We had a beer with our "hot dogs", and then  put our bathing
suits on.


Debbie's suit was 2 piece, even though she is a little heavy and has a tummy.
But her breasts looked nice. C cup. And there was a little ruffle around the
waist. The suite was navy blue with white polka dots.  Mine was a flowery one
piece affair. I am also a little heavy, with a tummy, but who isnt at 45. But I
noticed the suit did do justice to my heavy breasts, it held them up and
together for a beautiful look of cleavage. I felt confident enough to let
another human being see me in my bathing suit.


I went down the steps and into the pool, holding the safety  rail all the way.
The water was warm. We chattered as we dealt our anxiety about seeing our
chubby bodies in bathing suits. If you cant be seen  this way by a best friend,
who can you let see you? We were close enough to bare our souls and more. Then
Debbie joined me. My eyes went to her tummy which she patted, and then to her
breasts as she showed me how the top fastened. For a moment I fixated on her
beautiful bust, and noticed that her nipples were now hard and   clearly
sticking up to be seen. Glancing down, I saw my nipples were errect as well.


We continued to chat. Then we swam several laps, and stood talking in the
shallow end. She bent over a bit and one of her breasts fell out. She took a
drag off her cigarette and very slowly, deliberately, put the breast back into
the suit.
At one point our eyes locked. There was a leering look in her eye. Time stood
still for a minute. "Does that happen often?" I said with a nervous laugh. "Not
at all." She said. "Oh, then it must have just come out to say hello to me" I
joked. Suddenly my face went serious and I was staring at her breasts. I didnt
even realize it. Plus, my cigarette had fallen into the pool.


Next, we heard Tricia calling us behind the fence in front of the house. she
wanted Debbie to let her in. But we were dripping wet. Besides, why didnt she
come when we told her the luncheon would start?? "Deb you might slip on the wet
linoleum if you go let her in, and you'll drip all over the new carpet."  To
which she replied, "Youre right, Tricia shouldve come when I asked her." So we
told her to go home that we were already in the pool.


Next thing I knew she had gently put her hand on my upper arm to steer me
towards her breasts. The she asked, "Would you like to touch them?  Would that
feel good?"  I was speechless with excitement, and could only smile and shake
my head up and down.


"Oh yes, please open your top," I whispered intently, and in a trance-like
state, never taking my eyes from her . "You have such beautiful breasts, I wish
I could have implants, then Id be gorgeous too."


"Oh stop that. Your breasts are fine. They're healthy, your mamogram said
so--and perky. They look great in that suit. You should be proud." I was in the
process of softly probing and examining her breasts with my fingers, I pushed
the nipple in to see if it rebounded.


My mouth felt dry so I licked my lips. "I need something to drink."


"No", she said, "you really just want to taste my breasts, its a subconscious
desire for the milk they represent, go 'head Sweetheart-- taste. Consider it
therapy. Im sure youve been wanting to do this for a long time. I notice that
sometimes you look at my breasts."


"Sorry Deb, I-I didnt know I did that, I didnt mean to be rude. Oh Im SO
sorry.
Because I nursed my kids, I have a great reverence for a woman's breasts. Its
where liquid nourishment and Mother's love first comes from. I didnt mean to
make you feel weird or anything."


"Dont worry. You didnt make me feel weird. I like the way you touch my
breasts, youre a very gentle person Lyn. Wouldnt you like to take them in your
mouth? Go ahead Sweetheart, I know you want 'em," and there was a smile on her
face and in her voice as she spoke these kind words to me. 


She was pleading with me to make myself feel at home and feel better by
satisfying my curiosity. So I did. I took each lovely breast into my mouth, and
ran my tongue around each nipple. 

"No, suck it, nurse like a baby. Feel what the baby feels."She coached me.

I felt whole and complete. I wasnt thinking about any possible consequences.
Just the peace I felt. This went on for such a long time that she suggested we
go back in the house so the nosey neighbors wouldnt see  through the fence,
should they be watching. "Besides", she confided, "all that sucking on my
nipples is making me horny, my clit is hard as a rock and throbbing."


END OF PART ONE
Part Two

WE WALKED IN through the patio door and locked it behind us. Stepping out of
our suits, we dried each other off. Usually I would find it embarrassing
standing nude with another woman, and I would hurriedly dress, as at the gym
where I exercise. But the excitement of the moment cancelled any negative
feelings that could spoil our fun. She seemed to be the dominant one and so I
just smiled and giggled when she took me by the hand and led me to her bedroom.
It was all done in blue. The pale blue down-comforter was fan folded down, then
the blankets, and the blue flowered fresh sheets. She  lay me on the cozy bed,
lit some vanilla candles and closed the blinds . She made sure the music on the
radio was low. 

She  crawled into bed next to me. "Suck my tits.", she said as she pulled my
head into her chest. I pigged out on that beautiful bossom, and saw her hand go
to her public mound as she moaned in pleasure. She stiffened up a little as if
she had had a little orgasm. I thought then that everything was over. "How good
you are."  

 

First I felt her KY coated finger circling my anus, and go up inside me a
little deeper with each thrust. It felt as if her entire finger were up my
bottom. I felt my clit grow erect and throb. My it felt good down there, and
back there. I had always associated it with humiliation and sodomy.  But not
now. Not the way Debbie did it. It was going up my rectum. She took it
careful,and slow, and reminded me to stay relaxed, so it wouldnt hurt. When it
was fully inserted, she started to play with my clit. I wanted to cum so badly.
Sometimes she rubbed my buttocks, or my thigh. I felt so close to climax. But I
was curious about what she would do next.

 Next, I felt one finger going up my ass while something else went in my
pussy--it vibrated. Wow it was great!!. I asked her when it was my turn to
service her.
"Now---if you wish. Have you ever done 69?" she asked in her deep sultry voice
that I love so well.  "Well of course, but only with my husband." 

We assumed the 69 position. She was on top, of course, controlling the action.
Fingering my ass, licking my clit. I asked for some KY so I could "do" her too.
And I put my mouth on her. I had never done this to Debbie, or any lady, and
was enticed by her sweet smelling and tasting juices. We had just got out of
the pool, and everything was  still "fresh". I had to peel her labia back like
the covers of the current New York Times bestseller I was reading, so I could
get past the hair. I told her we needed to play "pussy barber". She laughed
loud, sounding like Lauren Bacall & said, "Next time, Sweetheart."
I couldnt hold off any longer. So I came. I told her so. "I figured as much"
she said.

"Could you lie on your back so I could reach you better?" I asked her
permission, as she was the dom and I was sub. I began licking and sucking her
erect clit. Apparently I did a good job because she started to moan, and then
she stiffened up and shuddered. Then a rage of tears came down. "Pent up
emotion", she said. She came over to me and held me to her for a long long
while, then she guided my head to her face so we could put our lips together in
a long passionate kiss. I pushed my tongue into her mouth, and she returned
with her own tongue. After 7 years of friendship, it seemed as if we had plenty
of pent up feelings for each other.


I picked up my things and headed out the front door for home. Deb says, "I'll
call you next week". The kids were due home in a half hour, and our luncheon
was over. 

END 






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