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For Love of E - 2
by Dhragúin Múinteoir (greybeard.dragon@gmail.com)

***

Further adventures of Eliza as she meets an old friend. 
(FF, oral, feeldoe)

***

Note: A Feeldoe is a strapless dildo sex toy. It was 
invented by Melissa Mia Kain, who was granted a patent 
for her invention in 1997. 

***

Chapter 2

Eliza rolled over and reached for the bedside table. 
"All right, damn it!" she muttered as she fumbled for 
the phone which was repeating the silly ringtone which 
had seemed so cute when she downloaded it, but was now 
getting on her last nerve. "Hello and this had better be 
important!" she growled when she finally pried the phone 
open and tucked it under her ear.
	
"Whassa matter, E? Somebody wake up on the wrong side of 
an empty bed?" chirped an irritatingly cheerful voice. 
"It's time to get your lovely ass out of the sack and 
into your shopping clothes, girlfriend. There are 
clothes to buy and credit cards to abuse. Get it in 
gear!" 
	
"Damn, Jeanie, what time is it?" demanded Eliza, who was 
struggling to untangle herself from her covers as she 
spoke. "Are the stores even open yet?"
	
"Where has your head been, girl? It's almost noon, and 
time's a'wastin'! All the good stuff'll be gone by the 
time you haul your lovely carcass out of that romper 
room you call a bed," drawled Jeanie, who was Eliza's 
best friend and confidante, having known her since high 
school. "If you aren't out of bed by the time I get up 
there, I'm gonna drag your ass out myself!"
	
Despite her less than perfect outlook on life this early 
in the morning, Eliza couldn't help but grin at her 
friend's stubborn Georgia accent, which lingered on 
despite four years of college at an Ivy League school. 
"All right, all right. Don't get your knickers in a 
knot. I'm up." she said with a sigh. As she hung the 
phone up, she surveyed the room around her with a 
jaundiced eye. "This crap can wait until later," she 
decided, "if I get to it at all..."
	
It had been a long time since Eliza had cared about much 
of anything; her lack of anything resembling a normal 
social life had begun to wear her down to a point where 
housework, or anything resembling normalcy, was pretty 
much a non-occurrence. If only she had a reason to 
care...
	
She tried to remember the last time she had felt like 
sprucing up for anyone; her last sexual encounters, 
while exciting, had somehow fizzled out as her work 
schedule played havoc with her relationship with Kit, 
the older, but still attractive, building 
superintendent. They hadn't exactly fought, but had 
drifted apart as she was forced to cancel one 'date' 
after the other. Kit's parting words had stung her to 
the heart; "Call me when you need your plumbing fixed." 
Then he turned and walked away. She had been too proud 
to beg, and had been too angry to apologize; as a 
result, it had been several months since she had had an 
encounter of a sexual nature with anyone other than 
herself. She had grown quite weary of that, thank you...
	
As she was sadly remembering, the doorbell buzzed. 
"Damn, look at the time! Jeanie's gonna kill me!" she 
muttered, as she raced to the door to let her friend in 
before she started to pound at the door and yell.
	
"Well, I see that Martha Stewart moved out," was 
Jeanie's only comment as she entered the apartment.
	
"And it's so good to see you, too," was Eliza's curt 
reply. "You know that I don't care how the place looks, 
since nobody but me sees it anyway."
	
"And whose fault is that?" inquired Jeanie, archly. 
"Maybe you are in love with Rosie and her five brothers, 
but this is ridiculous!"
	
"Do I pry into your sex life?" countered Eliza, as she 
rummaged through her bureau for some fresh panties. "Not 
EVERY swingin' dick that passes by interests ME," she 
insisted. "Especially when all they're interested in is 
getting off and getting out. Besides, aren't you busy 
enough with your own life without taking care of mine?"
	
"Oh, but I LIKE taking care of you, darlin'; whatever 
would I do in the big city without the girl who knows 
all my secrets?" giggled Jeanie. "Even the ones we don't 
talk about," she added, taking a playful swat at Eliza's 
bare bottom as she walked past.
	
"Be careful what you start with me, girl," Eliza warned, 
still looking for something to wear.
	
"Oh, I'll be careful, all right," said Jeanie, as she 
reached out and grabbed Eliza's ass with both hands and 
gave it a big kiss. "I'm always careful!"
	
With that, Eliza whirled around and pushed Jeanie 
backwards. Jeanie stumbled over Eliza's wadded-up jeans 
on the floor, and fell backwards, knocking her head on 
the footboard of the big sleigh bed. "OW! SHIT!" she 
said as she fell to the floor, clutching the back of her 
head in both hands.
	
"Oh, God, I'm sorry, Jeanie!" Eliza cried, rushing to 
her friend and cradling her head against her chest as 
she kneeled beside her. "I didn't mean to do that!"
	
"Oooohhh," moaned Jeanie, as she lay limp in Eliza's 
arms. Eliza tried to feel around the back of her 
friend's head, with the result that her still-impressive 
breasts were virtually forced into Jeanie's face. 
"MMMMMM!" said Jeanie, as she opened her mouth to say 
something, only to have it filled with one of Eliza's 
boobs. 

Jeanie thought for only a split second, then took 
advantage of the opportunity to reconstruct one of the 
pastimes they had shared while in school together, so 
many years ago. She started to suckle softly at her 
friend's breast, amused that the taste was still as she 
remembered it; warm and slightly tart, with the remnants 
of her perfume still lingering from last night.
	
"What the hell—you're not hurt!" said Eliza. As she 
tried to pull away, Jeanie held her close and said, 
"What are you afraid of, dearie; that we'll be 
interrupted? We have all day to go shopping: besides, 
you haven't gotten dressed yet, and it'd be a shame to 
waste such a beautiful opportunity!" With that, Jeanie 
reached up and drew Eliza's head down to her face to 
kiss her with a passion suddenly remembered after so 
long. "Oh. God, you're so sweet!" she murmured, as Eliza 
began to respond to her friend's passion.
	
Suddenly, all the pent-up frustration in Eliza's life 
swept through her, and she picked her friend up and 
placed her on the bed, pausing only long enough to sweep 
the tousled bedclothes aside. As she started to remove 
Jeanie's blouse, Jeanie stopped her and said, "I'll do 
this... little buttons," and began to unbutton a 
surprisingly large number of tiny buttons holding the 
blouse closed. As she did this, Eliza transferred her 
attention to Jeanie's blue jeans, which, as was usual 
with her friend, were nearly skin-tight, and required a 
bit of tugging to get over her hips and down her legs. 
Eliza then had to stop to remove Jeanie's sandals so she 
could pull the pants over her feet.
	
"God, how do you walk in these?" Eliza panted, as she 
finally got the jeans to come off. "Doesn't that chafe?"
	
"Not if I powder my thighs, first," was the reply. "But 
it's worth it to see the double-takes on the street."
	
Eliza giggled as she remembered the trip when they had 
bought those jeans...


Two years prior...
	
"What's the hurry, Jeanie?" panted Eliza as she tried to 
keep up with her friend, who was expertly weaving around 
the clothing displays like a running back on a mission. 
Eliza shook her head in exasperation; when it came to 
shopping, Jeanie was major league. When she got a target 
in her sights, she was unstoppable. "Are you after 
something in particular, or anything that moves too 
slowly to escape?"
	
"Skinny jeans!" Jeanie crowed. "Gotta have some skinny 
jeans...got a date tonight with a hottie, and need all 
the tools I can get my hands on. This hunt WILL be 
successful!"
	
"Hunt? You sound like a predator,'' muttered Eliza. "How 
important can one date be?"
	
"You haven't seen this one," chuckled Jeanie with an 
evil leer. "And, come to think of it, I don't think I am 
going to let you in the near future; I need a chance to 
land this big boy without you distracting him."
	
"What do you mean, distracting him?" asked Eliza. "Just 
look at you; how in the world could I distract anyone 
within sight of you?"
	
"Oh, you have your ways...remember Larry? He took one 
look at you, and I might as well have been a side of 
beef. He practically tripped over his tongue."
	
Eliza laughed at the memory. "Well, he certainly had 
nothing ELSE to trip over," and held up her thumb and 
forefinger about two inches apart. "My tongue is longer 
than his prick."
	
"Well, be that as it may, I need a clear field with this 
one, so give me at least a head start," pleaded Jeanie.
	
"No problem; just pulling your chain. Here, aren't these 
the kind you're looking for?" asked Eliza, pointing to a 
rack of incredibly skinny jeans. "See if they have your 
size; you know, teensy..."
	
"Got it!" cried Jeanie. "Now, let's go see if they fit!"
	
The girls both crowded into a dressing cubicle, giggling 
like two schoolgirls. Every time one looked at the 
other, they burst out laughing again. Finally, Jeanie 
got the jeans pulled up her legs and struggled to close 
the front. "Here," said Eliza, "let me give you a hand."
	
"Oohh, that sound delicious," cooed Jeanie, with a 
suggestive shake of her hips. "Two hands, if you can 
spare them..."
	
Laughing, Eliza deliberately placed both her hands on 
Jeanie's slim bottom, and grabbed a double handful of 
her delightful ass. "Like this?" she asked playfully. 
"Is this what you want?"
	
"Silly, I thought you were going to help me into the 
jeans, not out of them," giggled Jeanie. "This reminds 
me of summer camp; you remember?"
	
"We didn't do this at summer camp," said Eliza, pulling 
Jeanie close and kissing her fiercely on the mouth. "How 
about them apples?"
	
Laughing gaily, Jeanie pulled away, and said, "Let's get 
these all the way on, first," indicating the jeans which 
were still not securely fastened. "I want to see if they 
are going to close."
	
"All right," Eliza sighed, "if that's what you really 
want."
	
"Anything else will have to wait until we get back 
home," Jeanie said, "unless you want to risk getting 
caught by security."
	
They both giggled at the thought of how to explain 
that...


Present day...
	
"Too bad we never got to finish what we started that 
day," mused Eliza. "Had it not been for work...but I 
suppose that I would have had just as much trouble 
getting you out of these then, too. By the way, you 
never did tell me how that date went; the one with the 
hottie."
	
Jeanie sighed, with an impressive display of her chest. 
"He was a disappointment; he would rather nurse than 
anything else, and I was not in the mood to be anyone's 
mother. I suppose I shouldn't have worried about you or 
anyone else..." As she remembered, a small tear trickled 
down her cheek.
	
"What's really wrong, dear?" said Eliza, a bit alarmed 
at her friend's distress. "He was a long time ago."
	
"It's been a long time, period," said Jeanie in a small 
voice. "The longest dry spell I can remember." 
	
"Oh, hon!" said Eliza, embracing her friend. "We need to 
do something about that right now!" Pulling her friend 
into a long, passionate kiss, Eliza slowly lowered 
herself onto the bed alongside Jeanie. As she slowly 
stroked her friend's long chestnut hair, Eliza explored 
Jeanie's mouth with her tongue, and was encouraged when 
Jeanie responded in kind. After a brief tongue-tussle, 
Eliza broke the torrid kiss and slowly moved down 
Jeannie's still-lithe body, pausing every so often to 
kiss or lick her smooth skin. 

As she passed Jeanie's pert breasts, she paused to kiss 
and suck gently on both nipples, delighting in their 
instant response, standing at perfect attention like two 
little soldiers. Encouraged by this, Eliza made her way 
down Jeanie's torso until she reached the soft down of 
Jeanie's pubic hair that had been neatly shaped into a 
heart. "This is cute," she breathed, as she parted the 
downy hair with her tongue and touched the lips which 
were opening like an orchid, red and glistening.
	
"Oooooohhhhh!" moaned Jeanie, as Eliza's tongue found 
her clitoris and tickled it gently before her lips 
closed upon it to suck gently. "My God, you did remember 
summer camp!" was all that Jeanie could say as the waves 
of the first orgasm in a long time burst over her. Eliza 
felt her friend start to quiver, and rode with her 
relentlessly until she felt Jeanie begin to come down 
off the high. Then, as Jeanie began to relax, Eliza 
inserted one, then two fingers in her friend's pussy, 
gently stroking her to maintain the level of arousal, 
not wanting her to come too far down before resuming her 
climb again.
	
"Come here!" commanded Jeanie, wanting Eliza to kiss her 
again.
	
"Not yet," said Eliza with a smile. "There's more to 
come. Just lie still for a moment and close your eyes." 
As Jeanie obeyed her friend, Eliza reached under the bed 
and withdrew a slim phallus with a curious crook at the 
end that came to a bulb. "All right, you can open your 
eyes now," she said with a smile. "I think this will 
work nicely, don't you?"
	
"What IS that?" wondered Jeanie aloud. "That's the 
strangest looking dildo I've ever seen."

"It's called a Feeldoe," answered Eliza. "It's designed 
by women, for women, and is really neat! Let me show 
you." With that, Eliza spread her labia and inserted the 
bulb end into her pussy, adjusting it until the main 
part of the phallus stuck out from her labia like it was 
attached. "See? This way we both reap the benefits." 
Eliza reached under the base of the Feeldoe and switched 
it on. A low hum betrayed the vibrator that was built 
into the toy. 

"Oooh, you're going to LOVE this!" said Eliza as she got 
to her knees on the bed and positioned herself between 
Jeanie's open legs. "Just a second while I get some 
lube," she said as Jeanie's eyes were riveted to the 
sight of a 7 inch cock protruding from the crotch of her 
lifelong friend, Eliza applied a little lube to the 
Feeldoe, and then positioned the tip at the entrance to 
Jeanie's now soaking wet pussy. "Here we go," she said 
as she slowly but steadily pushed the dildo into her 
friend.

"WOW! That is smooth!" cried Jeanie as she felt the 
dildo penetrate deep into her canal. "This thing feels 
real, not plastic. How'd they do that?"

"It's a special polymer that has an outer coating that 
feels like skin," Eliza answered as she slowly began to 
rock in and out. "These things are expensive, but I 
think you'll agree that they are worth every penny! The 
best thing is, I feel this as much as you do; the end 
inside me has the vibrator base, so I get the same buzz 
as well as a rocking motion in and out as I thrust into 
you. It's the next best thing to having a real cock."

"Well, you just keep that up," said Jeanie as she began 
the climb back up to her peak of passion. "It's as good 
as any cock I've ever had, but better, since it's you 
and not some rutty man on the other end. OOOOHHHH!!"

With that last word, Jeanie began to come again, this 
time rocking back and forth on the Feeldoe and clutching 
her friend's ass in both hands as she pulled Eliza into 
her in time with their rhythm. "I'm, I'M, 
I'M...AAAAHHH!" Jeanie began to come so hard that she 
couldn't speak words; just the inarticulate sound of a 
massive and long-delayed orgasm. Her cries sent Eliza 
over the edge, as she had been riding the wave of 
passion as she pumped away at her friend, higher and 
higher. 

As both girls cried in delight and overwhelming release, 
they clutched each other with a need and fervor that 
took them both by surprise when they could form a 
conscious thought, much later. For now, however, all 
they could do was hold each other and shudder as the 
aftershocks of their gigantic shared orgasm ripped 
through them again and again. Too soon, though, they 
subsided into coos of pleasure and panting breath, as 
the two regained the ability to speak.

"Wow...that was awesome!" said Jeanie, as she looked 
over at the sweaty body of her best friend. "Why didn't 
I know about this earlier?"

"Well, you have been keeping your personal life pretty 
much a secret lately," answered Eliza. "It's been like 
the world's biggest secret."

"Well, what now?" asked Jeanie.

"I suppose the first order of business is a shower for 
both of us. The shower is big enough for us to share... 
that'd be fun," Eliza mused.

"Which one of us is gonna get up to turn on the water?" 
Jeanie giggled.

"I'll do it," answered Eliza. "It's kind of tricky." 
With that, she padded into the bathroom and turned on 
the shower. "Shit, no hot water, again!" she swore. 
"I'll get that stu...wait a minute...this might be fun!" 
Eliza came out of the shower, still naked as a jaybird, 
picked up the phone, and said, "Kit, the damned water is 
screwed up again! Can you come up right now? And, ummm, 
bring your tool with you!"

She began to laugh as Jeanie looked at her with a 
puzzled expression. "Don't worry, you'll love this. Just 
stay on the bed for now, and see what comes up..." With 
that she began to laugh as if she had just told the 
biggest joke.

To be continued...

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex
with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it
isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people
other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around
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