“I should probably get going. I don't want to impose on you any longer.” My friend Cheryl, a cute blonde from Albany, stood up. Her husband Dennis stood with her.

I got up, too. “It's really no trouble. We love having you over. Please come by whenever you want.” I put an arm around her waist and led her to the front door. My husband walked alongside us.

“I’d feel like I was imp–”

I spun her around to face me. “You're not imposing. You're sweet and pretty, and a joy to be around.” Any more compliments and she might have doubted my sincerity, so I pulled her into a hug. She was short enough that I could look down and get a nice view of her butt.

Then my husband walked up behind her, smirking at me, gesturing for Dennis to follow, knowing full well that I’d ruin the moment if I asked him what he was doing. He grabbed my wrists and put my hands on Cheryl's butt, and he and Dennis grinned. Taking them off quickly would also have killed the mood, so I just left them there. Besides, I was attracted to Cheryl and our husbands knew it.

I wasn't expecting what happened next. I thought Cheryl would giggle nervously or subtly duck out of my grasp. Instead, she put her hands on my butt and started kneading. I pulled back enough to look her in the face. She was smiling, so I kissed her softly on the lips. Not our usual friendly kiss, but one that made the seconds feel like minutes. So, it felt like ten minutes. The fact that Cheryl didn't hold her lips still didn't make it feel any faster.

Then I pulled away. She was smiling at me, a pink tint to her face. “Drive safe,” I said, patting her on the cheek. We both watched her walk out the door.

“So…will you?” My husband asked the moment the door was closed. He and I had never been exclusive, and I had told him plenty of stories about my many, many college girlfriends.

“That depends. Can you be out of the house tomorrow evening?”

“I can stay in the basement and be quiet,” he offered.

“No, you don't get to listen through the vents,” I chided him.

“Can't blame a guy for trying.”

“I can if his technique never changes.”

“Ouch.” He made a show of grabbing his heart. “Alright, alright. I’ll be at the bar with the guys.”

“You’d better be. I’m texting her in the morning.”

The next evening, Cheryl walked in the door looking just as sheepish as ever. Her shoulders were forward, her eyes darted side to side, and she said, “Hello,” barely above a whisper. 

I closed the door behind her and put my hands on her shoulders. “Cherry, babe…relax. My husband’s not here tonight.”

The moment those words left my lips, she straightened up, pinned me against the wall, and started kissing me hungrily while massaging my breasts. I let her for just a moment, just to show her how I felt, then gently pushed her back.

“Oh…sorry, I misread.”

“No you didn’t,” I assured her. “I’ve been attracted to you since the day we met.”

“Then…why?”

I gave her a look. “You…don’t think we should talk about it first? Discuss where we’re coming from? What it means for us? How we should go about it?”

“I…I guess.”

I grabbed her hand, linking my fingers with hers, and led her over to the couch. “So, the first thing you should know, since it’s clearly eating you up inside: My husband knows full well how into you I am. He knows why I invited you over, and he’s fine with whatever happens.”

The tension seemed to flow out of her body and she sank back into the couch cushion. “Phew. I was pretty worried. For a second, I thought…”

“Putting aside that you kissed me without knowing how our husbands felt…” I silently approved of the guilty look that briefly crossed her face. “You didn’t cross any real boundaries. He and I have never been exclusive. In fact, when we were hugging, he was the one who put my hands on your butt.”

The blush that creeped up on her face clashed terribly with her cherry red halter. “Oh. Oh my. You were…”

“Really enjoying myself, yes. And I was surprised at how much you got into it. I didn’t know you were into women, much less me.”

“I’ve had a crush on you, too, Clarissa. I just didn’t know how to say it. And…I was terrified of saying it in front of your husband. That’s why…I was always…”

I took advantage of her stopping mid-sentence to lean over and kiss her again. This one felt more proper than the others before. She didn’t grope me, and she didn’t shove her tongue in my mouth. She put a hand on my shoulder and pressed her lips to mine.

“I wish I’d done that sooner,” she said when we finally broke apart.

“So, next question: Have you ever been with a woman before?”

Cheryl nodded. “Yeah. I was with, um…”

“Go on.”

“Amanda Morgan.” She gave the name of a mutual friend of ours from church. “I went on a vacation with her to Laguna Beach. One night, we ordered a bottle of wine, drank it all, and…well, we just did it.”

“Do you still do anything with her?”

She just had one long, never-ending blush. “Sometimes, when I visit her place and we have a free moment, we’ll sneak into the bathroom and make out. But we haven’t, um…done any clothes-off stuff since Laguna Beach.”

“Does your husband know about that? About you being here?”

She nodded. “He said it was hot. And he said I should be here tonight.”

I subtly put a couple fingers on my denim-clad crotch, rubbing myself. “You and Amanda Morgan…your husband's right, that's pretty hot to think about. Did you enjoy the sex?”

“It blew my mind. Well, it did once we figured out what we were doing. We’ve talked a lot about what else we could do, and we sext every day. I just…” She took a deep breath, but held up a hand to stop me from cutting in. “I don't think either of us is brave enough to do under-the-clothes action sober.”

“And you want me to help you find that courage.” Before she could put herself down again, I put a hand on her thigh. “I’d be delighted to. I’ve been with quite a few women, and I’d love to teach you how to have sex with another woman. Let's go to my bedroom.”

We scarcely got in the bedroom when Cheryl pounced on me again. She kissed me roughly and started pulling my shirt off. I lifted my arms up and allowed her to. Before I knew it, she had my bra off as well. It was just as sexy as it was puzzling to see how quickly she went from timid to a sexual monster.

Cheryl sucked voraciously on my H-cups. I got her shirt and bra off as she did, massaging her braless E-cup tits. When she finally took her mouth off, I kissed her and hugged her close just to show her how enjoyable skin on skin contact with a woman is. After turning slowly with her, I flopped onto the bed with her on top.

For a good while, we made out and played with each other's breasts. Then, when I started undoing her jeans, she slowed down and loosened her grip. Just to test her, I moved my hands back up to her breasts, and her hunger returned. Then I went back down to her waist, and she slowed again. “Is something wrong?”

“With what?”

“With your pussy, dear,” I said, slapping her butt. “You’re getting awfully nervous when I try to access it.”

“I…I just like your boobs so much.”

I grabbed her chin. “I know I have epic tits. But there’s so much more to sex than that. What’s wrong? Is the idea of another woman seeing your pussy so daunting? That wasn’t a problem for you and Amanda, was it?”

“No, but…we were drunk.”

“Cherry, dear, darling, lovely girl…I have made love to over fifty women in my lifetime…”

“FIFTY?!” she yelled, and I pinched her mouth shut.

“Over fifty. I can count on one hand the number of instances in which I was drunk, and still have fingers left over. You can do this without liquid courage.”

“But…I love your boobs so much!” she insisted.

“I know you do. But there’s more to me than my boobs. So, I’m going to get you over this little hurdle of yours.” I sat up, leaning against the backboard, and covered my breasts with my hands. Well, as much I could with hands my size. “Tonight, until you have taken my pants and panties off and licked my pussy to orgasm, you may not so much as even look upon my bare breasts.”

She grimaced. “Ugh…you’re so mean.”

“If having sex with me is that important to you, you will see to more of my needs. Do you have it in you, or not?”

Without another word, Cheryl lowered her head, undid the button on my jeans, and started pulling them down my legs. She looked between them and blushed again. “Wow…you have such a pretty pussy.”

“Pretty enough to lick?”

She rubbed her hands over my thighs, just a bit longer than was sexy, and started kissing my right thigh, closer and closer to my pussy until she was next to it. She inhaled deeply. “Mmm… it smells heavenly.” Then she paused and looked back up.

I still had my hands over my nipples. “You know the deal,” I reminded her. She pouted. “You can do it.”

Cheryl lowered her head and I felt her drag her tongue across my outer lips. Slowly at first, then a bit faster, and as I grew more aroused I felt her going at it more enthusiastically. She only needed minor corrections, and with the aid of a bit of nipple play on my part, she brought me off in mere minutes. When she was done, I hooked my wrists under her shoulders and lifted her up to my level, kissing her sloppily and tasting my own arousal in and around her mouth.

“Oh…oh, Clarissa.”

“You’re adorable,” I hugged her and whispered. “Now be a good girl and give me a taste of your pussy.”

She sprang up to her feet and pushed her mound right against my face. I grabbed her butt and dove face-first into her. Her unmistakable taste of arousal hit me on my tongue and as I drove it in, she grabbed my hair, pushed my head against the headboard, and ground her pussy on me. I quickly figured out where her weak spot was and attacked it relentlessly with my tongue. That’s how I found out that Cheryl is a squirter–and not a modest one, either. For the first time that night, I felt like I had lost control of her as I gasped and sputtered in the midst of her squirt forcing its way down my throat.

When her stream finally stopped, she sat back down, licking me all over my face, kissing me, and even biting my nose. “You’ve got a lot of passion,” I said, putting my hand on her face to give myself breathing room. “But you need to direct it better. Don’t focus on asserting yourself, or putting me in my place, or whatever. Focus on being here with me, right now.”

“A-alright.”

“Come on. Let’s just enjoy each other now.” I put my arms around her and kissed her. She embraced me back, and we fell sideways, holding onto each other and making out. I stroked her hair and she stroked my back, our breasts mashing together.

I felt Cheryl slowly untensing, melting into my grasp, sliding across me, linking her mouth with mine. Her movements became less forced and more intentional. When she really got into it, I lost track of time and slid two fingers into her. She slid two into me, and we stared into one another’s faces as we fingered one another. When I sped up, she sped up even further, and I realized her competitive urge still wasn’t under control, so I decided on something more cooperative.

I rolled onto my back and spread my legs, patting my pussy. “Come on. Put your pussy here.”

“That’s a thing?!” Her eyes were wide.

I nodded. “It certainly is. What, you didn’t do it with Amanda?”

She put her legs over mine and lowered her pussy onto me. I guided her into getting it on properly. “No, we just made out, sucked each other’s breasts, licked each other’s pussies, and fingered each other. Well, no, mostly I fingered her. But we couldn’t get this to work right.”

I bumped my hips against her and gave a grind. She gasped, then smiled at me. “How's that for working right?”

“Holy shit! How are you doing that?!”

“I’ll tell you the secret on one condition.”

She grabbed my shoulders, her blue eyes glistening with desire. “Please, tell me!”

“Promise me that you…” I ground against her one more time for effect. “...will take Amanda out before the week is over and do it to her.”

“But…what if her kids are–”

“Tell her to drop them off here. I’ll watch them.”

“Well, what–”

“Do you want to know the trick or not?”

Her lip quivered, then she looked at me. “Okay.”

“Okay…what?”

“I’ll do it.”

Maybe it was cruel. Maybe I get off on ordering other girls around. But also, I couldn't think of a better way to help her overcome that barrier. “Do what?”

“I’ll take Amanda on a girls’ night out, seduce her, lick her pussy, and rub our pussies together.” She said it so quickly, it was cute. I couldn't help but kiss her.

“Good girl. Now, the trick is that it's all in the clits. Just rub yours against mine.”

She nodded, then did as I said. I only had to get her to slow down a couple of times, but before long, she got the hang of it and we were both moaning loudly, our voices echoing off the walls. My head was swimming in enjoyment as I held onto her breasts and we ground against each other. I came shortly before she did.

When she finally came down from her climax, I held her on top of me and stroked her hair. “So…how do you feel about what we just did?”

“Amazing. I mean, it was pretty good when I did it with Amanda, but that…”

“Helps to have an experienced partner, huh?”

She giggled. “We were such a couple of amateurs.”

“Well, now you know what to do. And now you have the motivation, and you’ve figured out your style.”

“My style?”

I kissed her. “You, my dear, are a top. You like to set the pace for an encounter. You get things going. You take charge. Even if you were nervous about it, that was always in you. Me? I’m a switch. I’m fine starting things up, and I’m just as good letting another girl pull me along. I have a suspicion about what Amanda is, but I won’t share it until you’ve done what I asked. More fun that way.”