Joy's Friend
JJS Harshaw

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(c) 2003, JJS Harshaw

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For context, please read "Up Against The Wall"
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    - Jubal JS Harshaw


"Uh...Vicki, this is Melanie Craig. I'm a friend of 
Joy's."

There was a pause and then a groggy "hmmmm" on the 
other end of the line.

"I'm sorry...I'm a morning person."

The voice was husky with sleep. "No. Ummmm, no, that's 
ok. I was just going to get up in an uh...an hour. 
What...?"

"Oh! Uh, I know this is really brazen of me but Joy 
told me about your encounter the other night at the 
bar and uh..."

Melanie expected Vicki to say something, acknowledge 
that someone else knew of Vicki and Joy's sexual 
encounter in an alley but there was no response.

"...Well, my kids are off to school and I have a late 
appointment this morning. I was, uh, wondering if 
you...you know...would want to...uh, you know, 
get...together. Uh, sexually...uh, like you and Joy."

Melanie's voice trailed off waiting for a response, 
hoping for a response. Praying for a response. She was 
feeling very awkward and with each moment of silence 
from Vicki she felt more awkward.

She didn't think herself a prude but aside from her 
friendship with Joy, whom she thought of as a "wild 
child soccer mom," her social-sexual life was rather 
ordinary.

Melanie had never just called a total stranger out of 
the blue and invited them to have sex, lesbian sex at 
that.

"...Uh, now?"

Melanie laughed nervously, "Well, god...I'm going to 
sound like such a slut...you know, but the thing is, 
Roger, my husband - he's off to work too - he, uh, 
we...we made love this morning and he left me...I'm 
kinda unfulfilled...you know, men. Wham-bam-thank-you-
maam."

Another nervous laugh; this was beginning to sound 
ludicrous in Melanie's ears.

"Uh, you see, Roger had an early appointment so I just 
let him have his, you know, way - he's got a very nice 
way too, he's a nice man, you'd like him. Big cock. 
Oh, sweet Jesus! I...I can't believe I just said that. 
I'm sorry!"

There was a sleepy giggle on the other end of the 
line. "It's ok."

"Well...I'm, like, uh laying here in my 
bed...naked...and I want a warm body and an orgasm 
before I get up and have to go to the office."

There. 

She'd said it. 

Boldly. 

Assertively. 

Now...

"So where do you live?"

Melanie was a little disoriented; her invitation had 
been - accepted! It was Melanie's time to be silent on 
the phone.
"Melanie?"

"Uh...yeah...live...yeah...4 Georgetown Court in the 
Georgetown townhouses."

"Ok. I'll be over in about 30 minutes. Is that quick 
enough?"

"...Hmmmm? Quick enough? Oh, oh, yeah. Super."

"Georgetown's gated, why don't you leave the door 
unlocked and that way you won't have to get out of bed 
to let me in. Just let the guard know."

"Uh..." Melanie felt giddy, her nipples stiffened 
almost painfully, "sure."

~~~~~~~~~~

The guard at Georgetown's gate leaned toward the open 
window of the car. He saw a woman without makeup, her 
hair red and sleep tousled, a sweat jacket and what 
appeared to be a cotton nightgown buttoned to the 
throat.

"Vicki McCloud to see Melanie Craig. She's expecting 
me."

"Sure. Do you know where to go?"

Vicki shook her head.

"Go up to the stop sign and turn left. Follow the road 
past the clubhouse. Number 4 is just past there."

"Thanks."

~~~~~~~~~~

It took a little less than a minute after Melanie 
heard Vicki hang up for a panic attack to set in.

Joy's narrative of seducing and having sex with Vicki 
was tremendously arousing "at the time." The time, 
however, was in the quiet of a piano bar, after a full 
day of showings - she was a real estate agent - after 
3 martinis and a week without sex because Roger was 
out of town.

Melanie did not, would not masturbate; a fact that 
amused Joy and prompted no small amount of chiding 
every time Melanie called Joy and complained about 
being irritable because she needed to come.

"Well, Jesus girl, if you won't do yourself, get a 
dog."

"You're sick, you know?"

Joy smiled a wicked smile just for the reaction, "Hey, 
babe, don't knock it until you've tried it."

Melanie just stared. She didn't know whether to be 
shocked, indignant or ask how it was.

"Oh, Mel, I'm just yankin' your chain, bitch. Another 
martini and I'm so buzzed I might tell you I've done 
horses."

"And another martini and I'd believe you. Could you 
really get a horse cock inside you?"

"Shit girlfriend, I have no idea but Mike says the Ob 
did a good job of tightening me up after Melissa was 
born so I doubt it," and Joy threw a wadded up 
cocktail napkin at her friend. "Well, look, if not a 
dog - or a horse - I know some one you could call."

Melanie assumed, given her friend, Joy was referring 
to a man. "I'd never fuck someone else unless Roger 
wanted me to. And he's a very jealous guy, as you 
know. He would never want me to."

"To a lot of guy's that's their number one fantasy; 
seeing their wife fucked by another man of their 
choosing. Don't you read the porn on the Internet?

"No, I don't read the porn on the Internet. And I 
asked Roger about him picking another man for me; an 
article in one of those supermarket women's magazines 
suggested it. The answer was a no and hell no."

Joy took this in, smiling.

"You know what's tied at number one on the men's sex 
fantasy hit parade with seeing their wives fucked? - 
Their wives doing it with another woman. Another woman 
isn't cheating...in my book, unless, of course, you 
like went dyke - you do have that cute dyke-ish 
haircut..."

"Hey, at least I'm not BLOND," Melanie shot back.

"As I was saying...BITCH...unless you went dyke and 
fell in love, it's not cheating - at least in my book. 
Shit girlfriend, if you did that I might be persuaded 
to leave Mike. You're just so cute. We could shack 
up."

It was Melanie's turn to throw the wadded napkin back 
and then Joy told her tale of the sweaty, half drunken 
sex with Vicki against the wall in an alley and then 
in her van and then in her bedroom. Melanie found 
herself wet, her nipples aching in her bra. She'd 
never thought about another woman.

But now; reality was an 800-pound gorilla. She'd have 
to think about another woman for real. She was 
sweating, having palpitations in her chest, on the 
verge of hyperventilating and her hands were shaking.

To stem the panic attack, Melanie downed two Valium 
with a gin chaser (her shrink wouldn't like that), lit 
a Marlboro Red (Roger would be pissed, she wasn't 
supposed to smoke in the house), called her assistant 
and had her cancel her appointments and crawled back 
into bed.

She was half asleep, half awake, floating on the 
Valium/gin/nicotine cocktail and dreaming of the 
details of that night Joy told her about when Vicki 
arrived.

Melanie was feeling very relaxed, very aroused. Every 
so often she would rub her thighs together and enjoy 
the sensation of her wetness and the leaking remnants 
of Roger's cum.

"Hi."

Melanie opened her eyes. She saw Vicki smiling down at 
her, taking off her sweat jacket and starting to 
unbutton her high collared "granny" cotton nightgown.

"Well, uh, hi there." Melanie felt herself flush with 
embarrassment though she was no longer nervous - with 
her panic medication, being nervous was not possible.

Melanie had a serious problem now that reality was 
standing beside her bed: she didn't know if she could 
reciprocate with Vicki.

She didn't know if she could kiss her on the mouth.

She didn't know if she could be kissed on the mouth.

She didn't know if she could put her mouth on Vicki's 
sex and make her come.

Having an aversion for masturbation, she didn't even 
know if she could put her fingers inside Vicki's 
vagina or rub her labia and clitoris. Or, for some odd 
reason that frightened her more than anything, whether 
she could take Vicki touching her sex lips and 
penetrating her with her fingers.

It didn't seem fair, especially after calling Vicki 
and waking her. But fortified with 10 mg's of Valium, 
two fingers of gin and a cigarette she was still 
prepared to ask for what she wanted. What she 
*needed*, damn it.

"Wait. Uh, don't unbutton your gown just yet. I...uh, 
I'm sorry, I don't know if I can...you know - 
reciprocate. I won't blame you at all if you leave 
right now."

Vicki smiled. Melanie was as beautiful as Joy said she 
would be and she wanted to lay with her and pleasure 
her.

"What do you want Melanie, right at this moment? Right 
now?"

"I want...I want to come. I want to feel another human 
body pressed to mine. To make me come."

Vicki quickly finished unbuttoning the top of her gown 
and bent over to grab the hem and pull it over her 
head. The gown came over her head, making her hair 
even wilder.

"I want to make you come. It's all right if you can't 
get into making love with me. I just want you to feel 
good. Scoot over."

And with that Vicki slid into bed beside Melanie. 
Their bodies were different but not that different.

Vicki was a bit taller. With four children her body 
was softer; her belly, hips and thighs fuller, her red 
hair shoulder length and curly.

Melanie, the mother of two, ran three times a week. 
Her body was harder, belly flat, hips and thighs lean. 
And her brunette hair was razor cut and close cropped.

They both shared the attribute of small, loose breasts 
- a feature that complimented their body types.

Vicki pressed her body full against Melanie's, gently 
embracing her.

Melanie's body fairly vibrated from the warmth, weight 
and softness from Vicki's embrace. She closed her eyes 
and sucked in a breath, held it. The feeling of warm, 
dry skin upon skin was so luxuriant, soothing.

God, this was bliss. Better in a different way than 
with her husband. Perhaps it was because Vicki was so 
soft - and she grinned inwardly - and not hairy like 
Roger.

Vicki gently caressed Melanie's face. With each 
caress, Vicki was whispering - Melanie heard her but 
her mind didn't translate the words.

A whisper, a caress of Vicki's fingers against 
Melanie's face then a soft kiss on the shoulder.

Melanie was falling deeper into bliss.

A sexual daze...

Vicki moved her thigh over Melanie's and gathered one 
of Melanie's small breasts into her hand...

Melanie put her hand in Vicki's hair...

Lips encircled the nipple...

The soft, wet tip of Vicki's tongue made contact with 
the nipple...

"Ohhhhhhh...god...please...." Melanie arched her back 
to try to press more of her breast into Vicki's 
cloying mouth.

The kiss broke; fingertips trailed Melanie's jaw line, 
throat, down her breastbone to her belly and another 
soft kiss along the bottom of her rib cage...another 
kiss over her hip point and finally a caress, a lick 
and a kiss above her mons.

Melanie was incoherent from the intensity of her 
pleasure.

But as Vicki moved lower on Melanie's body the 
atmosphere was jarringly broken.

"No! No damn it!" It was a sharp rebuke and Melanie 
sat up in bed, eyes defocused and her face and chest 
flushed from arousal.

Vicki looked frightened and Melanie focused, "Oh, god, 
I'm so sorry...uh...uh...don't use your fingers. Don't 
use your fingers on my labia..." Melanie laughed 
nervously, used both hands to wipe sweat from her 
cheekbones. "It's...it's, uh, ha-ha, I can't really 
explain...you know? Please just use your mouth on me. 
Lick me. Suck me. Maybe later, let me hump against 
your leg...ok?"

Melanie ran her hands over her hair and wiped sweat 
again.

"Sure. I'm sorry..."

"No...no, I'm sorry...it's my stupid fault..."

Melanie started to say more and Vicki moved closer to 
her and putting her hand gently on one of Melanie's 
breasts, kissed her softly between the breasts.

"Lay back. It's all right. Let me please you," another 
kiss another soothing whisper and Melanie was easily 
slipping back into the cocoon of pleasure she was in 
before Vicki stroked Melanie's swollen sex with her 
fingers.

Vicki avoided looking into Melanie's eyes, trying to 
melt away as a person and just let Melanie experience 
the pleasure of her senses.

Again, soft whispers, the caresses and the kisses; 
throat, collarbones, nipples, belly, hips, mons.

Vicki moved down Melanie's body, slowly, quietly, 
gently.

"Spread for me Melanie. I want to lay between your 
legs."

Melanie spread and Vicki repositioned so that she was 
lying on her belly between Melanie's spread legs.

Vicki slowly caressed the inside of each of Melanie's 
lean thighs. She took a deep breath from Melanie's sex 
then moved up and again kissed Melanie right above her 
mons.

Melanie closed her eyes tightly concentrating on the 
wonderful sensations filling her belly. She knew she 
was wet and the feeling of the blood heaviness in her 
sex was maddening.

Vicki took her time, slowly kissing and caressing with 
her tongue the hypersensitive flesh around Melanie's 
sex. She wanted to work into the core that was the 
most inflamed and drooled a copious amount of 
Melanie's husband's cum.

After what seemed like an eternity to Melanie, Vicki's 
mouth made contact with the spread petals of Melanie's 
sex and Melanie cried out from the rush of pleasure.

"God damn!!! Oh, I say GOD DAMN! That's so good! Oh, 
so, so fucking good! That's it, yeah...that's it."

Vicki's tongue slipped into Melanie's cunt to lap 
Roger's cum and Melanie's body convulsed from the wave 
of pleasure. Melanie crossed her thighs over Vicki's 
shoulders and held Vicki to her work with both hands 
tightly in Vicki's hair.

The tongue left - Melanie thought to soon - but was 
rapidly replaced by a new sensation: at the same time 
Vicki's mouth gently took Melanie's engorged clit 
between her lips and applied light suction, Vicki 
pushed two of her fingers deep into Melanie's cunt and 
slowly drug them out across the roof of her cunt. And 
then she repeated the motion.

Whatever Melanie's hang up with fingers in her sex 
was, the narcotic of pleasure swept it away. Melanie 
whimpered, mumbled incoherently and her body stiffened 
as the wave of her orgasm started flooding her thighs 
and belly and brain.

Absentmindedly, she sucked a couple of her fingers 
into her mouth. Her body was reverberating with 
intense pleasure and she forgot the agent of her 
pleasure clamped between her thighs.

Vicki's hands were pushing back on Melanie's thighs, 
trying to break the lock Melanie had on her. This 
pushing motion brought Melanie somewhat back to the 
realm of reality. She loosened her thighs. Vicki 
gasped raggedly for air then coughed.

"Gotta...gotta let your bitch have a breath now and 
then, Melanie."

Melanie was guilt strickened, "Oh, god! I'm sorry! 
Are..."

Vicki laughed, coughed, "Melanie...shut up."

Vicki scooted her body up so that her head lay on 
Melanie's flat belly and her breast rested over 
Melanie's still pulsing sex. Vicki's held Melanie's 
hips lightly with her fingertips.

~~~~~~~~~~

Minutes passed.

Vicki sensed Melanie's slow, regular breathing.

Melanie was having a little post orgasmic nap.

Slowly Vicki extricated herself from Melanie's thighs 
and layback on the bed, panting.

Vicki reached for her own nipple as she ran fingers 
over and into her sex.

She took her time; legs spread frog leg fashion, her 
back slightly arched and her mouth open, panting as 
she worked toward her own release.

Vicki's movements on the bed were enough to rouse 
Melanie from her post orgasmic nap. Melanie propped 
herself up on an elbow and watched Vicki masturbate. 
Melanie was stunned by Vicki's sensuality.

Vicki's fingers moved in and out and over her swollen 
sex. They made little liquid sucking noises as they 
moved. Vicki's other hand pulled - in varying degrees 
of intensity - on a nipple. Then she would run that 
hand across her entire breast and then slowly move her 
fingertips down to her belly, over her hips and back 
to the nipple.

Melanie's voice startled Vicki, "Can I help?"

Vicki half sat up, hands still on sex and nipple. Her 
eyes were lidded with lust, her forehead and chest 
damp with sweat and her face around her mouth 
glistening with Melanie's wetness.

Vicki blurted, "I want to fuck you."

This wasn't exactly what Melanie had in mind for help 
but before she could ask how Vicki proposed to fuck 
her Vicki was up, kneeling in front of Melanie.

"Lay back a little Mel and spread your legs. I'm going 
to put one of my legs over one of yours and the other 
under and we're going to rub cunts."

Vicki moved into position. When their sex's made 
contact it was almost electric. Melanie couldn't 
believe the soft slickness pressed into her sex. It 
was so wonderful.

"Now...Mel, let's... get...a rhythm going."

Vicki's hand went around the back of Melanie's neck, 
leveraging her contact against Melanie's sex.

"Oh...oh...shit...Vicki..."

"That's it, Mel...rub against me..."

The look of concentration on Vicki's face was intense. 
She sucked in her lower lip, grunted.

Vicki let loose of Melanie's neck and lay back on her 
elbows to leverage from a different angle.

Melanie stared wide eyed as Vicki's soft body lay 
spread before her. How beautiful. Involuntarily 
Melanie reached out and ran a hand from Vicki's belly 
up to her breasts.

Vicki gasped, pleaded, "Play with my nipples."

Melanie took a nipple between each thumb and 
forefinger. At first she lightly flicked the tips and 
then she applied pressure and pulled them toward the 
outside of Vicki's body.

"Yes...yes!" Vicki hissed in response.

Suddenly Vicki sat straight up, hugged Melanie to her 
and stopped rubbing.

Melanie felt the rhythmic contractions of Vicki's sex.

Vicki was still for moments then slowly she started 
planting little kisses on Melanie's neck and 
shoulders, whispering - between pants for breath - 
"thank you's."

Melanie closed her eyes and tried to absorb every 
touch of Vicki's lips to her skin and every drop of 
sweat running off Vicki and down Melanie's breasts and 
belly. Every place their bodies touched.

Melanie did not resist when Vicki sought out her 
mouth.

~~~~~~~~~~

Vicki lay sleeping on Melanie's bed.

Melanie was in the shower.

Joy, tipped off this morning by both Melanie and 
Vicki, let herself into the townhouse. She stood at 
the doorway of Melanie's bedroom and surveyed the 
scene.

The room reeked of female musk and sweat. Lingerie was 
scattered about the floor. The bed was a mess of 
rumpled sheets. And in the middle of the bed was Vicki 
on her back, legs spread obscenely.

Joy sat down on the bed next to Vicki's head, gently 
touched Vicki's cheek with her palm and whispered, 
"Hey, babe..."

Vicki opened her eyes and smiled up at Joy.

"How was Mel?"

Vicki giggled, "Good."

Joy leaned down and kissed Vicki lightly on the lips, 
holding her face lightly with her fingertips, "I have 
more friends who would love to meet you; just 
remember, you're my little fuck toy to do with as I 
please when you're not with Jack. Ok?"

Vicki giggled again, mockingly submissive, "Yes, 
mistress."

Joy laughed as she stood, "Fuckin'A, my little cunt." 
Joy was unbuttoning her blouse and unhooking her bra. 
"I'm going to let Mel know I'm here then you're going 
to fuckin' get me off."

Vicki smiled coyly, "Ok."

Vicki watched Joy step out of her jeans and thong and 
walk naked into Melanie's bathroom. She laughed as she 
heard Joy's raucous voice, "So Mel, how's it feel to 
be a lesbian!? Gonna give up Roger!? He's got that big 
cock I'd like to have if you don't want it, 'course 
I'd have to take the rest of him too. Oh well, you 
know what they say, 'gotta take the bad with the 
good...'