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o The 'Bookshelf collection' offers a very wide variety of o
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Doing Old Friends (MF)
by Damya (an128788@anon.penet.fi)
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ALL comments/replies appreciated.
I yawn grumpily, not thrilled by having my precious sleep interrupted by
the blaring ring of the phone. I could let the machine get it, but if
someone's calling me at...let's see, the clock says: 6:00 A.M., it's
probably important. (It had better be important at this hour!) Stretching,
I reach for the phone. My voice is slightly husky from the yet-unshed
remnants of sleep as I answer, "Hello?"
"Tina, (sounds of crying), I need to see you-could I come over?" said Cara,
my long-time best friend.
Concerned, I reply, "Of course you can come over,Cara, but what's wrong,
why are you crying?"
"Oh Tina, I can't talk about it over the phone. I'll explain when I come
over. (sounds of shaky breathing) I'll be over in a few minutes."
"That's fine, Cara."
"Th-thanks, Tina..."
"You're welcome, Cara. Bye for now."
Shaking my head in resignation, I lament the loss of my quiet Saturday
morning. I slowly slide out of bed, put on my fuzzy bear slippers, and
trudge to the bathroom. The cold morning air chills me and turns my nipples
into little stiff peaks. I glance in the mirror and decide against changing
from my white silk nightshirt to actual clothes. After all, I'm not
expecting REAL company, just Cara, and I've known her since we were 5 years
old. As this thought flits through my mind, I begin to wonder once again
what is bothering Cara. When I had spoken to her the day before, everything
had been wonderful.
Just as these thoughts began to meander through my sleepy brain, I hear the
doorbell ring. Pulling myself out of my thoughts, I walk downstairs to let
Cara in. I open the door and she stumbles into the house, her hazel eyes
red and wet from crying. Shushing her gently, I lead her back upstairs to
my room and make her sit on my bed. She begins to cry in earnest now, and
the great sobs wrack her shapely 5'8" frame. I hold her silently and let
her cry on my shoulder until she is exhausted. She finally draws in a shaky
breath and looks up at me. "Are you ready to tell me what's happened now?"
I ask quietly.
Nodding her head slightly in affirmation, she brushes her chin-length
auburn hair back from her and takes a deep breath before replying, "Yes..."
I wait patiently for her to compose herself. Finally, her head still on my
shoulder, she says,"Tina, last night Jake told me he has been seeing
someone else for the past 3 months. And now he wants to marry her."
Jake is, or I suppose in this case, WAS, Cara's serious lover of 9 months.
They had recently been discussing the possibility of marriage, and Cara had
been waiting for him to propose to her one day soon.
Shocked, I could only say, "I'm sorry, Tina. I know how much you love
him..."
Her reply was to ask me,"Oh Tina, how could he DO this to me? I thought
things were perfect between us. We'd worked out our other problems about
him not spending enough time with me, and now this all of a sudden. I had
no idea..." On this last sentence her voice cracked and she started to cry
again. I wrapped my arms around her more tightly and slowly stroked my hand
over her hair, soothing her. To my surprise, she abruptly pulled away and
looked at me with this intense expression on her face. "Tina," she
said,"one of your buttons is undone." Absentmindedly I looked down at my
chest and saw that she was right, the top button of my nightshirt had come
open and was giving her a clear view of the top of my breasts. Shrugging
nonchalantly, I rebuttoned it, not understanding why she had made such a
big deal. After all, I had changed in front of her dozens of times when
trying on clothes at stores. Having fixed my shirt, I turned back to her.
She still had that intense, slightly-dreamy expression on her face, and I
realized she was staring right at my chest where the top button had just
been open. A little confused now, but still not suspecting what was coming,
I simply looked at her. "Cara" I asked,"what's the matter?"
Tina opened her mouth, but nothing came out. She shut it again, and then
opened it once again. This time these are the words that came out: "Tina, I
don't want to scare you, but I've always wanted you. You're so kind and
smart and funny and sexy and...I need you right now. Have you ever wondered
what it would be like to touch me? I've been wondering for a while now what
it would be like to touch you. You turn me on so much sitting there like
that in your nightshirt, so uncaring about modesty... Tell me something,
are you wearing anything underneath it? I love Jake, but I need you right
now. Please let me touch you, Tina. I promise not to hurt you... Please?"
I could only gasp in surprise and stare at her mutely. I had no idea what
to say- I had no idea that she had wanted me... I thought about it for a
minute before beginning to speak,"Cara, I said..."
My response was suddenly cut off by Cara's mouth. Her lips were warm and
firm against mine, but tender and gentle, coaxing me to open my mouth. She
understood my confusion and uncertainty. I tried to push her away, but she
held me closer, and out of nowhere her hand was slipping under my shirt,
pushing it up to expose my naked breasts to her hot gaze. Still confused,
but becoming slowly aroused, I held my breath as she pulled the shirt over
my head and moved her hands to cover each breast. I moaned into her mouth,
caught off-guard, and she took advantage of this to slip her tongue into my
mouth. She stroked her tongue against mine, playing with it, twining and
entangling with it. She plunged it in deep into my mouth and slid it slowly
over my teeth, all the while her hands massaging my breasts. She took her
thumbs and began to caress my sensitive nipples. My back arched
slightly,unconsciously, pushing my breasts further into her hands. I moaned
once again, my head starting to spin with pleasure.
Cara pushed me onto my back and quickly undid the buttons of my flimsy
nightshirt. I moaned unhappily at even this small interruption of her
talented seduction. Her mouth covered mine once again, momentarily, before
beginning to kiss her way down my face, my jaw, and my chin, all the way
down to my throat. There she sucked gently but firmly and traced figure
eights teasingly over me. I clasped her head to my neck and moaned happily
as she continued her delicate torture. She stopped and moved further down
until she was at my breasts. She paused for what seemed an eternity, and
stared, feasting her gaze, before hungrily licking and bathing them in her
warm saliva. I moaned, eager for her to take me into her mouth. She did,
her mouth warm and wet and utterly delightful against the sensitive peak of
my nipple. I hardened inevitably in her mouth. She licked, and sucked, and
nipped me until I began to drown in the sensations pulsing through my body.
She shimmied down further along my body and came to rest at my inner
thighs. Her mouth brushed light kisses over me there. I held my breath,
wondering and waiting to see if she would put her mouth on me. She blew a
warm, moist breath on me. Suddenly, her tongue was probing me, tasting me.
I shuddered as she began to lazily trace litle designs on my clitoris. She
licked at me agressively, clearly enjoying the taste of my juices in her
mouth. "Oh, Tina, you taste even better than I'd imagined," she said to me,
the desire evident in her voice.
"Mmmmm...ohhhh...ahhh..." I moaned as she continued to play her mouth upon
me. She thrust her tongue in and out of my pussy, and I liked that as well.
I unconsciously clasped her head to me, reluctant to have her divine
ministrations on my pussy interrupted. She laughed affectionately and
reached up and teasingly tweaked one of my stiff nipples. I moaned in
response. Her tongue sped up and established a rhythm that soon had my hips
thrusting upward into her mouth and my pussy juices flowing flowing
copiously.
She stopped to look up at me for a moment. I moaned, unhappy at this tiny
interruption. She smiled again and said,"Tina, your pussy's so wet it's
glistening. God, you have a beautiful pussy... And you taste so good. So,
how do you like having your pussy licked by a woman?"
"Oh, God, Cara, I didn't know it would feel this good, or that you would be
this sexy... Please, will you make me come. Will you let me come all over
your face? I'll be your best friend..." I replied, the last part spoken
wrily.
Her only response was to dive back down between my legs and begin torturing
me again. All too soon, I could feel the pressure building, until finally,
in one glorious moment, all my muscles tensed and my pussy tightened and
spasmed as she slid a finger into me. I clamped down around her finger with
the force of my climax. I sighed, exhausted.
"I feel better, Tina, how about you?" Cara asked me cheekily.
"Mhmm, much better, thank you, Cara. But what about you-do you want me to
help you out?"
"Nah, not today. But I will take a raincheck. It's so nice to have a friend
who's always there for you and willing to, ahem, help you out of a tight
spot."
As she said this, we both looked at each other and burst into laughter.
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