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For Love of E - 2
by Dhragúin Múinteoir (greybeard.dragon@gmail.com)
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Further adventures of Eliza as she meets an old friend.
(FF, oral, feeldoe)
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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.
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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
the world contract HIV every year. You only have one
body per lifetime, so take good care of it!
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