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It All Started Innocently Enough
by NinaTheDivineDiva (address withheld)
***
What started as a few margaritas turned into much more
for Emily and her friend Carrie. What will Carrie's
husband, Jon, think if he finds out? (FF, 1st-lesbian-
expr, rom)
***
It all started innocently enough, Carrie and I were
sitting around drinking margarita's on a warm spring
day. She had spent the day helping her husband in the
yard and I looked after the children. Carrie and her
husband, Jon, finally called it a day around 4:00 and
the blender came out along with the margarita mix and
the tequila. Jon joined us for one drink but then
excused himself to go take a shower. The children
played in the yard and Carrie and I watched them and
drank to our hearts content.
As we sat and watched the children playing, we talked
about so many different things. The sun was warm and as
the alcohol began to give us each a little buzz we
started to get very slap happy. Everything we said made
us laugh. There were times when we were laughing so
hard we had tears streaming down our cheeks. The longer
we sat, the more we drank and the more intoxicated we
became. The warm sun didn't help things either.
We were both sitting in our chairs, leaning back,
drinking and talking. I felt Carrie's hand brush
against mine. I just thought it was an accident. I
didn't say anything but I did wish she would do it
again because it sent this little chill through my
body. I took another drink from my glass and brought my
hand back to rest on the arm of my chair. I looked over
at Carrie, who had her eyes closed, and I thought she
was asleep. I leaned back and closed my eyes too.
Then, I felt her fingers brush against mine again and
this time it wasn't an accident. She ran her index and
middle fingers across mine very slowly and
deliberately. She did this and I opened my eyes in time
to see her grin. I got that same cold chill through my
body as I did the time before. Carrie didn't say
anything she just put her hand back on the arm of her
chair.
I know she is married. I know I am straight. But,
Carrie is one of those people who are attractive and
people are drawn to her. Her personality is magnetic
and it's almost like she mesmerizes people. You don't
know what's going on when she is around you because she
has you under this spell. I think she could get anyone
to do just about anything she wanted.
Of course people are attracted to her and I guess I am
just one of those people. But, I couldn't help but
wondering if I didn't have a little more than feelings
of friendship for her. Normally, you don't get cold
chills when people brush against you, but when Carrie
brushed against me, I had cold chills and I was just a
little turned on, I have to admit.
I sat there watching her in her chair, sipping her
margarita, the sun draped across her face like an
orange veil. It highlighted the delicate features of
her face, her nearly flawless skin and her perfect
lips. Which by this time, I wanted to lean over and
kiss seductively. Her long, muscular legs stretched out
before her led up to her perfectly toned stomach and
full D cup breasts which were peeking out of her tank
top. My small, but perky C cup chest seemed inadequate
compared to hers, which were round and full and
displayed ever so nicely.
I wanted to reach over and touch her hand like she did
mine then, run my hands over her thighs, up her tight
stomach and rest them on her breasts, just to feel them
and play with them for awhile. I imagined kissing her.
Slowly at first, just little pecks on the lips, then
more aggressively with my tongue inside her mouth and
my hands moving up her toned arms and all over her
amazing body. I began to feel warm and tingly inside
and wet between my legs. My body was at rest but my
mind was hard at work deciding what I would do next if
Carrie would make the first move.
The next thing I know, Carrie has her hand on my arm
tapping me. What was happening? I was in this alcohol
induced fog. She was asking me if I was awake. Great! I
had fallen asleep. Yes, I told her, I was awake. Did I
want some dinner?
"Jon is grilling steaks," she said
"Yeah, sure, I need something to soak up all the
alcohol I have consumed." I tell her.
We go inside and start sending children to bathe. I sit
with Carrie as she supervises bath time. I watch her
lean over the tub and I catch a glimpse of her breasts
through the side of her tank top. The nipples are pink
and semi-erect. Her tight, firm ass fills out her jeans
perfectly and I feel like it is beckoning me to run my
hand along its curve. She is perfect. Her body is
perfect.
I feel inadequate and completely hot all at the same
time. I don't know how I am controlling myself, but I
am, perhaps it is because I know I will never act on my
impulses or maybe because the kids are around. Or,
maybe it's because the alcohol is wearing off and I am
losing my nerve.
With clean children and a movie in the DVD player,
Carrie and I make our way to the kitchen to prepare the
rest of the meal. She pours us more margaritas. We
toast to friends. I listen and help as she moves about
the kitchen rambling about this and that. She stops to
watch Jon, who is outside, and says in her resumed
state of intoxication "My husband is really hot and I
can't wait until tonight when we go to bed." She
giggles and tops off my drink.
I can only imagine what happens in their bedroom at
night. I'd like to be present for one of those
lovemaking sessions. I can imagine that Carrie is the
dominant one, telling Jon where to touch her and how to
please her. I can see Carrie holding a riding crop and
wearing her heels, naked, straddling Jon and telling
him to fuck her harder and make her cum.
Of course, being the obedient husband he is, he would
deliver. I could see Carrie using handcuffs and cuffing
Jon to the bed as she gave him an earth shattering
blowjob. Their lovemaking, lasting most of the night,
would leave them tired, yet satisfied, in a sweaty heap
cuddling together on their king size bed.
Zoned out, Carrie brings me back to reality when she
slaps me across the backside with a wooden spoon. She
tells me either I get with the program or she will cut
off my alcohol. I bring my mind out of their bedroom
and back to the kitchen. I cut up the fruit she has
laid before me and stay with the conversation.
We drink more margaritas and I can feel myself becoming
drunk with every sip I take from my glass. I wonder if
Carrie is as drunk as me. She doesn't appear to be that
tipsy, but as I watch her drain another glass, I
realize she couldn't be much better off than me.
Jon brings us steaks and the entire clan comes to the
table. Jon tries to have a conversation with us, but
the combination of talking children and drunken women
is not something you can contend with if you are trying
to do so sober. Carrie slyly slides her hand onto Jon's
lap and starts to stroke his cock through his shorts.
He shifts his weight in the chair and gives her a look
as if to say stop that at the dinner table. He takes
her hand and places it back on her leg. She looks at
him, slightly pissed off and even more determined to
get her way. I look down at my plate and concentrate on
eating.
I can see out of the corner of my eye that Carrie is
inching her hand back toward Jon's leg. He is too busy
trying to get the kids to eat and doesn't see her sneak
attack. Her well tanned arm and hand land in his lap,
where his growing erection is showing. She puts her
hand squarely on the bulge and leans over and whispers
something in his ear. He turns red, pushes her hand off
his leg again and says, quite clearly, "Not here, not
now and not when you are drunk."
Jon gets up from the table and starts clearing the
dishes. I feel sorry for him because he knows I have
seen and heard what happened. I start helping the kids
get up from the table and start herding them off to the
bathroom to wash their hands and brush their teeth. As
I stand at the bathroom door, I can hear Jon and Carrie
talking in hushed tones in the kitchen.
I hear Jon tell Carrie she needs to control herself
when the kids are around and how dare her pull a stunt
like that when company is sitting at the table. I can
tell Carrie is really drunk now, she is slurring some
words and she tells Jon he's just a damn old stick in
the mud.
"No wonder why we haven't fucked in two months," she
says, as she puts dishes in the dishwasher and slams
the door. He tells her to keep her voice down.
"It's only been a few weeks," Jon tells her as he
pushes in the chairs at the dining room table.
"Oh, I forgot about that attempt you made at screwing
me on our anniversary." Carrie is sweeping the floor
and I can hear the disgust in her voice as she forces
out the words. "You forget our anniversary, you don't
even buy me a nice card and then, I can't even get
laid. What the hell?" The broom bangs against the floor
and Carrie runs down the hall past me, into the master
bedroom where the door shuts and I hear her crying. I
begin to think maybe it's not all paradise and
happiness here.
I herd the children back to the living room after they
have brushed their teeth. They are oblivious to what
has just taken place. Jon is still in the kitchen,
cleaning up. He doesn't look at me when I glance in his
direction. His head is down and he keeps working. I
don't know if I should say or do anything. I want to
leave and escape the situation, but I am not sober
enough to drive home. I just sit with the children and
keep the peace while Jon cleans the kitchen in silence
and Carrie cries down the hall.
Once he finished cleaning the kitchen, Jon tells the
children it's time for bed. I offer to go upstairs and
help with bedtime, but Jon says "No, I think you should
go check on Carrie." I can tell by the sound of his
voice that he is not ready to confront the problem
waiting for him down the hall.
I creep down the hall and knock on the door. I don't
hear anything. I slowly open the door and I find Carrie
on the bed, asleep. She looks so peaceful and serene
lying there. I stand and watch her for a few seconds
and then turn to leave.
"Where are you going?" I'm startled at her voice. I
turn back around to see Carrie's eyes open.
I tell her, "I was just checking on you."
"Where's my husband?" She asks.
"He's upstairs putting the kids to bed," I say.
"He's still mad at me. He gets this way a lot. Come sit
with me." she says.
I go over and sit down on the edge of the bed. It feels
weird to sit there but I don't know why. I don't know
if it's because of the tension between Jon and Carrie
or if it's because of what might have happened between
us outside earlier.
"What happened with Jon and me out there?" She asks me,
rolling on to her back and closing her eyes. She looks
so beautiful lying there on the bed, her body draped
with the sheet. "Did I make an ass of myself?" I stay
quiet. I don't know what to say. I guess she was more
intoxicated than I thought because she doesn't remember
what she did at the dinner table.
"Emily, what did I do out there?" I am still thinking
about what I should say. "Em, tell me!" She pleads.
"You put your hand in Jon's lap," I tell Carrie, not
looking at her.
"I didn't," she said.
"Yes," I tell her, "twice."
"Oh, it's all coming back to me now." She says, "I
remember whispering…."She jumps up from the bed and
dashes to the bathroom. I hear her dry heaving. I run
to help her. I hold her hair back as she finally gets
sick. I tell her it's going to be okay. She starts
crying and falls into a heap on the floor.
She puts her face against the tile floor as the tears
run down her cheeks, making a pool streaked with
mascara on the travertine. I stroke her hair and tell
her it's going to be alright. I comfort her as best I
can. She sobs and tells me Jon will never forgive her.
I try to assure her that isn't true. Jon loves her.
I get her a cool wash cloth and a cup of water. I wipe
off her face. Her skin, like porcelain, is cool and
clammy to the touch. I run my fingers along her jaw
line. Carrie lets out a little murmur. I move my hand
from her face to her upper arm and stroke it gently
with my fingertips. I can see through the thin material
of her tank top that Carrie's nipples are becoming more
erect with every pass I make up and down her arm. I
whisper that we need to get her up off the floor and
into bed. She tells me she doesn't want to go to bed
because Jon won't be down to sleep with her.
"He's too pissed off about the comment she made about
their not sleeping together on our anniversary." Then
she starts to cry again, harder.
After much coaxing, I finally manage to get Carrie to
sit up and she throws her arms around me and buries her
face in the space between my neck and my shoulder. She
smells like perfume and laundry detergent. No alcohol
or vomit. Even at her worst, she still comes out
smelling good. I put my arms around her and try to
console her again. She starts to calm down and begins
to pass out. I don't want that to happen, so I suggest
we brush her teeth and get her a shower. She likes that
idea. She gets off the floor and goes to her sink to
brush her teeth.
With fresh breath, she begins to disrobe. I tell her,
"I will get Jon so he can help you in the shower."
She tells me "No, he's already asleep with the kids. I
already told you he's really pissed off at me. He won't
sleep down here tonight. He's done with me. When I do
things like this, he refuses to sleep with me. He won't
do it."
I tell her maybe this time is different. She says "No
it's not" and pulls off her tank top. Her perfect
breasts are right there in front of me. Oh my god, what
am I going to do?
I quickly stop staring at her breasts and tell her, "I
will wait in the bedroom for you. Yell if she needs my
help."
"Huh?" She asks. "You're not going to stay in here with
me?"
"Well, I hadn't really thought about it," I tell her.
Carrie is taking off her pants and I see her perfectly
toned thighs and her amazing stomach. Her lacy panties
don't cover much.
"You can't leave me in here by myself, I might pass out
she tells me."
Then, she does something I don't expect. She saunters
over and puts her hands on my waist and pulls my shirt
over my head. I don't even know it has happened until
it's on the ground. I look at her in disbelief. What
has just happened here? Carrie comes closer again and
runs her hands down the sides of my body to my hips and
moves her hands to the button on my pants. She
unbuttons them and I just let it happen. They fall to
the floor. She leans close to me and says "Step out of
your pants Emily."
Without so much as a word, I do what she tells me. What
happens next comes as the biggest shock of all. Carrie
slips her hand into my panties and runs her hand down
my clit and then inserts a finger into my vagina. I let
out a gasp. Don't worry she tells me, "I've wanted to
do that for a very long time."
"Carrie, I don't think we should be doing this. Not
here. You're married. I'm…." She cuts me off before I
even get the sentence out.
"Yes, I know I'm married and you're straight, but I
believe in having fun and exploring my sexual side from
time to time. I know you're attracted to me. I see it
every time we are together. Why else do you think I
touched you the way I did earlier. I wanted to see what
would happen." She says.
"I didn't do anything when you touched my hand
earlier." I say, moving back a little because the
closeness is almost too much right now.
"But you didn't do anything to stop me either. You
liked it Emily. I could tell you did. If you didn't
like it, you wouldn't be this wet right now." She
pushes me against the wall and runs her hand down my
panties and again sticks her finger into my clit. "You
want me. I want you. Let's do something about it." she
says as she starts to finger me.
I can't even think straight. I want to do this, but I
don't want to do this. I want to kiss her, make love to
her and have her do the same to me, but not at the
expense of her marriage, the mental health of her
children or our friendship. I try to verbalize this to
Carrie as her fingers move over my clit and into my
vagina. But, the overwhelming feelings I have for her
are too powerful and my mouth won't work. I am
powerless. She is in charge. I am under her spell.
Suddenly, it's like I am having this out of body
experience and I feel myself reach up and take Carrie's
face in my hands. I look in her eyes, which are wild
with delight, and I bring her face to mine and kiss her
perfect lips. She tastes sweet and minty. I kiss her
again and again, running my hands along her jaw line
and through her hair. Her lips part and we bring our
tongues together at last. The tips dance together as
they mingle and collide. We can't get enough of each
other.
Carrie removes her hand from my vagina and brings both
of her hands to my breasts. She starts playing with
them as we kiss. She runs her fingers in small circles
around my nipples and traces my areola in perfect time
with our kisses. I am in heaven. She gently tugs at my
nipples and then grabs my whole breast and playfully
kneads it in her hands. I can feel my body almost going
to mush with every touch of her hands. It's bliss. Is
this really happening?
We pull apart for a moment and Carrie suggests we take
this into the shower. I agree. She stops to lock the
bathroom door and then starts to take off her panties.
I stop her and tell her I will do that for her. I take
her hand in mine and lead her to the shower. I turn on
the water and instruct her to sit down on the bench. I
kneel in front of her and begin to worship the body I
have adored so many times before.
First, I kiss her stomach. It's taut and tanned. I run
my tongue from her belly button to just below her
breasts. She begins to moan a little and emits a
relaxed sigh. Next, I take her left breast in my hands
and gently flick the nipple with my tongue.
Carrie lets out an "Ohhhh!" And her body tenses up for
just a moment then relaxes again.
I suck on her breast gently while she runs her fingers
through my hair and down my back. I make sure to give
her right breast the same attention and then I set my
sights toward Carrie's black lacy panties. But, before
I make the trip south, I stand up, straddle her body by
putting my knees on either side of her and kiss her.
The warmth of her lips and her breath are driving me
mad. Each kiss we share is more intense than the last
and I can't contain myself anymore.
I go back to my kneeling position on the floor. I place
one hand on either side of Carrie's body and start to
remove her panties. I kiss my way down her body as I do
this. From the way it sounds, Carrie is enjoying this
very much. I kiss her neatly trimmed pussy and let the
panties fall to the floor of the shower. She picks up
her feet and slides them out of the way. Even though I
have never done this before, it's all instinct. I think
this is how I imagined I would want someone to do this
to me. I am living out my fantasy with my best friend,
in her shower. This is not what I imagined, but it's
amazing and it's happening.
Carrie's long legs fall gently to the side as I put my
hand between her knees. I run my index finger along her
dripping wet clit and insert one finger in her vagina.
"Oh, fuck!" She gasps.
I don't think it will take long to get her off. I bring
my finger in and out of her vagina slowly at first. She
starts playing with her breasts and I kiss her stomach
and rub her clit with my thumb. She is murmuring
nonsense words from time to time and occasionally leans
down to kiss me or fondle my breast. Most of the time,
her head is leaned back against the wall and her eyes
are half shut, like she is watching me and taking it
all in, just like she had done earlier when we were
outside.
My desire for Carrie has taken over and I know what I
must do. I take one last look at her beautiful face. I
kiss her passionately and then I spread the lips of her
beautiful vagina and I ever so gently kiss it. Carrie
moans deeply. Her hand is now on my shoulder, massaging
me. I kiss her clit again and then I begin to lick her.
At first, it's long slow strokes. She likes this as her
wetness increases and her moaning intensifies.
I wrap my arms around her muscular thighs and dive in
further. I use my tongue to explore her clit and
vagina. She tastes amazing. I kiss her hole and stick
my tongue inside and flick it from side to side.
"Oh my fucking god Emily she exclaims Fuck me!" Carrie
brings her hand to my head and pushes my face further
into her vagina. I move one of my arms from her thigh
and start to use my fingers to fuck her. I lick her and
thrust my fingers deep into her throbbing vagina. She
begs me to get her off, make her cum, and fuck her
hard. But, I make her wait. I vary my speed and the
intensity with which I lick and suck. Carrie is
panting, sweating and ready to explode.
When I think she can't hold on any longer, I decide to
set her free. I quicken the strokes of my tongue and my
fingers in Carrie's vagina. I start to suck on her clit
a little harder and with more determination. Then, I
start flicking her clit in time with her panting.
"Oh god, oh, god, oh, god……" she keeps repeating, "Em,
Em, oh god, oh god, ohgodohgodohgod."
I go in for my final move. I lick her clit one last
time and thrust my fingers inside her quickly. I feel
her vagina contract around my fingers and I know this
is it. I shove my fingers inside her once, twice, three
more times, as I lick her clit and flick it with my
tongue and gently blow on it. I repeat this one more
time and suddenly, Carrie's vagina clamps down on my
fingers and she screams out,
"Oh-god-Emily-I'm-cumming! She bucks against my fingers
and her whole body shudders a few times. She screams
out in delight and then falls over on top of me. Her
beautiful long arms draped across my back. She is out
of breath and thanking me.
I remove my fingers from her vagina as she sits up.
They are covered in cum. She is shocked at the sight
and leans in to kiss me. I've never had an orgasm like
that before she says as she leans back and closes her
eyes. I lay my head on her stomach and kiss it gently.
I stroke her thigh with one hand and wrap my other arm
around her waist. Carrie brings her hand to my head and
stokes my hair and then my cheek. We remain in this
position for a few minutes, together in a way we have
never been before.
"Emily, that was amazing." Carrie says to me as she
starts to massage my shoulders. "How did you know what
to do?" She asks.
I look at her beautiful face, she is glowing after her
amazing orgasm her skin is flushed and pink.
I tell her "I don't know how I knew what to do I just
did what I would want someone to do for me. I took my
cues from you. If you responded positively, I kept
doing what I was doing."
"Well, you were amazing Emily. I just hope I can be as
good to you as you were to me."
"I have no doubt you will do just fine Carrie."
"Shall I give it a try?" She asks with a wicked look in
her eye. I tell her yes. She joins me on the floor of
the shower and tells me to lean against the wall. I
scoot back toward the wall and Carrie wastes no time
getting down to business. She sits in front of me and
leans in close, putting her hands on my knees. She
kisses me very tenderly on the lips and runs her hands
down my thighs.
Her kisses become more intense and she spreads my knees
apart and kneels between my legs. I love the way her
tongue darts into my mouth and searches for my tongue.
I love the way her hair feels when it falls on my
shoulders when she is kissing me. I love the way she
smells, too. I reach up and pull her closer and rest my
hands on her waist.
Carrie breaks from our kiss and her mouth travels down
my neck. She kisses me sweetly and I begin to feel her
hands stroking my body so gently. She takes my left
nipple in her mouth and sucks on it. It sends me into
orbit. I swear, I see stars and I let out a moan of
pleasure to let her know I like what she is doing.
"You like that don't you Em?" She purrs as she looks up
at me through her wet hair.
"Ummm, Carrie, do that again." I tell her.
She moves her mouth to my other nipple and repeats her
previous actions. I begin to feel the wetness from my
vagina as it seeps out of my body. I want her to touch
my clit and fuck me, but I am enjoying this so much I
don't want it to stop, yet.
Carrie plays with my tits for awhile and then she moves
her lips down my stomach. She kisses it and licks me
here and there. Her tongue and lips are so soft. I put
my hands on the back of her head and run my fingers
through her hair and begin to massage her scalp. Carrie
brings her mouth back to mine and we share a very
passionate kiss. I am so turned on by now that if she
doesn't start fucking me soon, I am going to go insane.
Our lips part and Carrie scoots her body back from
mine. I begin to panic and think she has changed her
mind. She looks at me with this intensity in her eyes
and says "I have never done this before Emily but right
now you're all I want."
I look at her and smile "Carrie whatever you do will be
amazing. Right now I just want to be your dirty little
whore, so fuck me before I have to take matters into my
own hands."
Carrie looks at me and smiles coyly. "So, you are my
dirty little whore, huh?" She asks. "Well, if you are
my dirty little whore, I don't want to disappoint you.
I am going to fuck you like you've never been fucked
Emily. I will leave you begging for more you sweet
little bitch."
The dirty talk has started to push me over the edge. I
can feel the intensity growing inside me. "You think
you can fuck me like I've never been fucked before
Princess? Huh? Do you? Well, if you think you can do
it, try. You better give me the best that you have
because you've got me so fucking hot and bothered now
that I can't stand it Carrie. Get down there and start
licking and sucking my clit Princess because I can't
wait any longer."
Carrie is obviously very turned on by our exchange of
trashy talk and she takes great delight in her roll.
She pushes me down to the floor of the shower and puts
her body on top of mine. She kisses me deeply and with
such intensity, I almost have an orgasm. The weight of
her body on top of mine, the smell of her perfume, the
way her hair feels against me, I want to file it all
away in my head and remember it forever. I can feel her
pubic hair against my bare pussy. I can sense our
wetness mixing together as one. I want to taste her
again. I want her to taste me. I want her. I need her.
Carrie kisses down the length of my body, taking care
to kiss me tenderly but not wasting any time getting
down to business. She kisses the outside of my pussy
and licks the skin sweetly. I look down at her when she
does this and our eyes meet. Without breaking eye
contact, she uses her fingers to part the lips of my
vagina and lips down my sopping wet clit. I let out a
moan that doesn't sound human. She is driving me wild.
She laps up my juices and I close my eyes and enter a
state of bliss. I can feel every flick of her tongue,
every suck of her lips, her hot, sweet breath on my
hole. I want to remember this feeling forever.
As Carrie sucks and licks me, she inserts a finger into
my pussy. "How do you like that you dirty little whore?
Is that nice or do you want more?"
I am surprised by her dirty talk, but I am also turned
on as well. "I need more than one finger to get me off
Princess. You better start licking and sucking a little
harder too because I am ready to fuck you again.
Understand? "
She slaps me on the leg. "Oh, so you think you can fuck
me again, huh? You think you can do better than you did
the last time? Can you make me cum again Emily?"
She slaps my thigh. "Can you?"
She slaps my stomach. "Can you make me scream out your
name and cum everywhere?"
Carrie slaps my ass and then comes up inches from my
face and asks, looking me straight in the eye, "Can you
Emily?"
I grab her arms and push her off of me and to the
floor. I straddle her body and hold her arms down with
my legs. I don't know how I have managed to do this and
it has totally taken Carrie by surprise.
"I'll show you how I can fuck you Princess." I stand up
and walk out of the shower. I grab the nearest
cylindrical object I can find and go back to the
shower.
Carrie is where I left her on the floor. I sit back
down on top of her, looking her straight in the eye and
say "You've done it now Princess. Prepare for the best
fuck of your life."
Scooting down her body, I take the bristles of the
hairbrush I picked up from the vanity and run them
along Carrie's skin. She is turned on and her body
responds in a favorable manner. I spread her pussy lips
apart and find what I expect, a sopping wet clit ready
to be fucked. I flick her nub with my thumb and her
back arches. This will be easy.
I insert the round end of the hairbrush into Carrie and
she screams out "FUCK!" I slap her on the stomach and
say "Take like a women Princess."
She shakes her head yes and I insert the hairbrush
again. She loosens up and I work the handle back and
forth a few times before I get good rhythm established.
She starts to moan and I know she likes what is
happening.
Carrie moves her hands down and starts rubbing her clit
while I work the hairbrush in and out of her gloryhole.
I can feel her tensing up with each bang of the brush
against her clit. I could be really evil and stop right
now, demand that she get me off first, but I decide to
give her what she needs instead. I keep working the
hairbrush in and out, quickening the pace and lean in
close to Carrie's ear and whisper "You ready to get
off, Princess?" She shakes her head yes.
"Well, you'd better scream out my name when you cum,
Princess, because if you don't, next time, I won't be
so nice."
She nods again and says "Get me off Emily. Please, I
want to fuck your sweet clit, you dirty little whore."
I keep moving the hairbrush in and out as I bring my
mouth down to Carrie's gleaming wet pussy. I lick her
nub and suck on it. She yelps out in ecstasy. I start
pounding the brush in and out quicker and tell her "Cum
for me sweet Princess Carrie, cum for your dirty little
whore, Emily."
That's all it takes. Her whole body begins to tense up
and Carrie's perfect ass comes off the floor about a
foot. I pound the brush in two more times and suddenly
she screams
"EMILY FUCK ME YOU DIRTY LITTLE ROTTEN WHORE! YOU DIRTY
LITTLE ROTTEN TEASE MAKE ME CUM! EMILY I AM CUMMING.
FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK ME EMILY!"
Carrie's back arches and her pelvis flies off the
floor. The force of her body knocks my hand off the
hairbrush and I am suddenly afraid Carrie is going to
hurt herself. I grab her waist and hold on as her body
spasms from the orgasm. She comes down from her high
and the hairbrush falls out of her and hits the floor.
I keep my hands at her waist and stroke her gently. I
look at her beautiful face and I see she is crying.
I lie down next to her and stroke her face "Carrie, are
you okay?" I ask trying to comfort her. I kiss her on
the cheek and I taste her salty tears on my lips.
"Oh, Emily that was amazing. I have never felt anything
like that in my life. Oh, Emily, oh….." She just keeps
repeating. We hold one another for a few minutes until
we realize the water has gone cold.
Carrie is the first to stand up and turn off the water.
She looks at me and says "Come on Emily, now it's time
I took care of you."
She helps me stand up and we walk hand in hand out of
the shower. She wraps me in a towel and begins to dry
me off. She takes great care to be extra gentle with
me. She dries off my back and then comes to the front
of me and does the same. She plants her lips on mine
and I feel her hands let the towel drop to the floor.
My body knows what is going to happen next and I am
eager to let Carrie be in charge.
After kissing me on the lips, Carrie pulls me to the
floor and spreads out a towel for us. I lie down and
she spreads my legs apart. She goes right for my clit
and begins sucking and licking with great
determination. I feel her fingers sliding in and out of
me and I know I am very close to an orgasm.
I can feel everything she does with every nerve ending
in my body. I wrap my legs around Carrie and she takes
this as a sign that I am close to cumming. She slows
her pace and adds another finger. I moan loudly and she
moves faster.
I can feel it happening and the words are coming out of
my mouth before I know it "Carrie, I am cumming, oh,
fuck me, you sweet, amazing Princess. I am your dirty
little whore. Oh, Carrie! FUCK ME!"
And with that, I explode. Carrie falls on top of me and
kisses my clit as I come down from my orgasm. I run my
fingers through her hair and thank her for making love
to me. She thanks me too and kisses me sweetly on the
lips. She grabs a big towel and puts it over us as we
cuddle together on the floor. We drift off to sleep,
exhausted from our lovemaking sessions.
The feel of soft skin on mine is what brings me from my
sleep. I awake to find myself wrapped up with Carrie on
the bathroom floor. Her arms, draped across me, one
hand resting on my breast makes me feel loved and safe.
I watch her as she sleeps. She is beautiful. I kiss her
nose and then her eyelids. I kiss her cheeks and then
her lips. Carrie doesn't wake up.
I whisper her name "Carrie, honey, lets get you dressed
and into bed." She finally starts to stir. She opens
her eyes and smiles.
"So it wasn't a dream after all?" She asks.
"No, it wasn't a dream, Carrie." I say smiling back.
We clean up the bathroom and emerge to find some
pajamas for both of us. We dress in silence, sneaking
peeks at on another's bodies as we go. I am still
turned on by Carrie. She is beautiful. She is amazing.
She is like no one else. She is the princess and I am a
loyal subject in her court.
Sitting on the bed, Carrie looks at me and says "Emily,
I don't know where this will go. I don't want you to
think I am not attracted to you because I am very much
attracted to you. I love Jon. I don't want to give that
up."
"Carrie, I never expected you to do that. I love you,
but it's a different love than what you have with Jon.
I can't even explain what I feel for you, Carrie. I say
we just let things happen how they will happen."
We embrace and I know things won't be the same as they
were before. You can't go back once you've crossed that
line. She kisses me sweetly on the lips and tells me to
lie down and sleep next to her. We sleep together, but
not in a sexual way. I like the feeling of security I
get being so close to her and the way I feel when we
brush against one another in the night. I feel safe. I
feel loved.
Jon comes into the room early the next morning and I
hear him whispering to Carrie. He tells her he is sorry
for being an ass. She apologizes for causing a scene. I
act like I am asleep as they kiss and make up.
Jon stops and asks Carrie, "How did Emily end up in
here with you?"
She tells him "She got me into the shower to sober me
up and I got her all wet. I must have passed out for
awhile because when I woke up, she had me wrapped up in
a towel. She got me to bed and I told her to just stay.
I passed out again after that. I bet she is exhausted.
I was a pain in the ass last night."
"She is a very good friend to us Carrie." Jon whispers.
"Have you ever thought about maybe, uh, well, she is
cute and all…." His voice trails off.
"Thought about what Jon?" Carrie acts dumb, even though
she knows what he is thinking.
"Don't get mad, but have you ever thought about
bringing her into bed with us? I think it would be hot
to see you two go at it. I'd pay good money to see
that, Carrie. What do you think?"
"I think you'd have to ask her yourself, Jon. But right
now, let her rest, she's helped us out enough in the
last 24 hours. However, I am feeling rather horny and
judging from the big bulge in your shorts, I'd say you
are feeling the same way."
I hear them kissing and giggling and Carrie leaves the
bed to make love to her husband on the floor. I listen
as she tells him what to do, how to please her. He is
obedient and loving at all times. He brings her to
orgasm, once, twice, three times. They proclaim their
love to one another and after a brief nap, make their
way to the shower. I hear them giggle more and I know
what is happening.
Then, I hear Jon ask "Why is this hairbrush in the
shower Carrie?" I don't hear her answer I do hear her
screams of delight five minutes later followed by a
chorus of "Oh, Jon, Oh, Jon, Oh, Jon, Oh, Jon! Fuck me,
fuck me, fuck me! YES, I AM CUMMING." It seems the long
dry spell is over. I fall into a deep, restful sleep.
Later, I feel someone's arms around me. I open an eye
to find Jon on one side and Carrie on the other. I can
tell by the look in their eyes, they are up to no good.
Carrie looks at Jon and says "Well, go ahead and ask
her."
I wait for Jon's question as Carrie slips her hand
under the covers and slides a finger into my dripping
wet clit. I look at the two of them and ponder the
question. Carrie knows my answer. Jon waits as I act as
though I am pondering his offer.
I tell him "Only if you lock the bedroom door and don't
think this makes us lesbians because you two are
married and I'm straight." He tells me he just wants to
explore a different side of their sexuality. Gee, where
have I heard that before?
I turn to Carrie and with Jon watching, kiss her freely
and with great passion. What an amazing friendship we
have developed. If only I could convince Jake, my
boyfriend to join us, I'd love to see him go at it with
Carrie while I played with Jon. Maybe I can convince
him after all, what are friends for?
END
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