Subject: Summer Fun F/f

Summer Fun F/f
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It was lovely spring day and I was just sitting on the porch sipping tea,
thinking, and realizing I was about to turn fifty and felt very much
alone. My husband died five years ago and I guess I never really got over
it. We moved to this small Southern town from up North on a job transfer
with hopes to retire here. Unfortunately my husband died before he could
retire and I find myself with very few close friends and mostly lonely. I
have one married Son who lives up North but is currently on a three-year
work assignment in Japan.

I'm looking forward to the summer months because I keep myself pretty busy
with the flowers and shrubs in my garden. When I'm not working in the
garden, I enjoy sewing and doing needlepoint, of which I give away to
various charity rummage sales. I try to keep a good positive attitude
towards life and I'm in good physical shape. I'm 5'8", 140 pounds, I wear my
dyed blond hair short and look pretty good for an old gal. Just before my husband
died I had my breasts lifted and measure a sweet 36b,they look great and was
one of the nicest birthday presents my husband had ever given me.

My face and skin still look pretty good but I can see that age is sneaking up fast though.
Anyway on this particular day, I was standing on the sidewalk facing my
front lawn and deciding what work will need to be done to the garden this
year. A young lady that looked to be in her twenties walked by and greeted
me with a "good morning" and I returned the greeting. "You have a beautiful
yard mam" she complimented and I thanked her. "Do you like gardening?" I
asked. She told me that she loves to look and smell the different flowers
but didn't know the various names. "I think I'll buy a book on flowers," she
said. We said our good byes and off she went. She was very friendly and
pleasant I thought to myself, and I enjoyed the brief conversation.

The following week I was at the mall shopping and I stopped in at Hancock
Fabrics for some drapery material to redo the den. There she was again, in
the same isle I was in, walking towards me. It was same young lady that
stopped and chatted with me last week. She noticed me and stopped and said
hello. "Twice in one week" I said, "it's so nice to see you again," She
said. We introduced each other. "I'm Julie," she said shyly. "I'm Rose, " I
said. "What a nice surprise, do you sew?" I asked, "A little" she said. "I'm
trying to learn how to make a dress just for fun, see if I can do it and
thought I'd buy some cheap material to experiment with, I have a pattern"
she said and Julie showed me the dress pattern. "It looks pretty easy," I
said. "I could whip this up in a couple of days, " "Do you live around
 here?" I asked "Yes I do," she said. I'm doing my Masters in History at the
university. It was such a nice day the other day that I decided to get off
the bus a couple of stops early and walk it." She said, "that's why I was
walking on your street when we met." "Well if you walk it again, you're
welcome to drop in and we can have a nice cup of tea and chat. I'll loan you
my book on sewing if you like." I said. "That would be nice, thank you," she
said. We looked at some different materials together briefly and I was
impressed with her enthusiasm and her interest in trying to learn a new
skill. She was bright, well mannered and she seemed interested when I spoke.
I liked her. I paid for my purchases and as I was leaving, Julie turned to
me and said, "I'll stop in next time I'm by" "I'd like that" I said.

I enjoyed chatting with her. She seemed very positive and bubbly and she put
me in a good mood for the day. I need to get out more I thought to myself.
It's not very often I take the time to get close to anyone. Like I said, I'm
usually very lonely and I think when I meet people I feel more comfortable
keeping my distance. That's probably why I haven't made any new friends in
quite some time. Anyway, that night I was recalling the day and thinking
about Julie. There was something different about her, some attracting
feature I couldn't put my finger on, but she was at least very pleasant.
Maybe because she was young, but now that I think of it, I didn't even think
about the age difference when we spoke. Oddly enough she was in my thoughts
all afternoon. I never asked her if she was from around here, I could only
guess her age, and of course I thought about how pleasant she was. I hoped
that she'd drop by sometime like she said so would, I think I'd enjoy her
company.

That night I lay in bed and as usual, and for the last couple of years, I
played with my special playthings. The reality is that I'm horny as hell
most of the time and I love to just lie around and play myself to sleep. I
enjoy working myself up to a sexual frenzy, cum hard, and then fall asleep
from exhaustion. I don't always cum these days but I sure and heck enjoy
trying. Sex wasn't a big thing for me in the last few years before my
husbands' death but shortly after, I became obsessed. On this particular
night I slipped in my favorite video and it dawned on me that the young
woman kneeling in front of a man in the video looked a little like Julie.
Julie wore her hair the same way. It was very cute, cut short to her below
her ears, and it was jet black in color. Julie was slightly taller than me
and certainly bigger breasted. She wore thick stylish black-rimmed glasses
that gave her that brainy intellectual look. She reminded me of those demure
looking librarians that look absolutely beautiful when they take off their
glasses. My mind wondered to thinking about Julie but as I watched the video
and fingered myself to an orgasm, I visualized what she would look like
without clothes on. I never considered sex with another woman before at
least not since I was 12 when my best friend Mary and I played Doctor but
that was many years ago. Lately I have been turned on watching some of the
girl on girl action on my X rated satellite channels but other than that I'
I've never considered myself bi sexual until maybe now. So I was a little
surprised at how intense my orgasm was on this night because of the thought
of Julie and what her young firm body might look like with no clothes. That
night I was uneasy about my feelings and my new fantasies.

It had been several weeks now since I saw Julie but to my surprise I had
thought of her many times during my nightly frigid sessions. I must be
desperate, I thought, I never considered myself getting turned on by the
thought another female, especially one so much younger than me but hey what
the heck, I was getting some pretty good turn on thinking about her. The
thought of it was still a little uncomfortable, but yet exciting. My
fantasies had been running wild with all sorts of little mental images and
scenarios of things we would do together. So to my surprise, one afternoon,
I was delighted to hear the doorbell ring and was greeted by Julie when I
opened the door! "Hi" she said. "I was just passing by and I remembered your
invitation to drop when I was around." "Hope I'm not interrupting anything"
"No of course not, not at all." Please come in," I said. As before, Julie
had the most warming smile and today she looked even prettier. I asked her
in and lead her to the kitchen. I invited her to sit on the stool at the
island and offered her something to drink. I'll take you up on that tea
offer if you don't mind" she said "Sure, one tea coming up"
She talked about her classes being over this week and that she just wrote her
last exam this morning. I busied myself fixing tea and was admiring her
enthusiasm and pretty looks. I wonder how she'd react if she could read my thoughts!
I couldn't help but notice what she was wearing. Today she wore a skin-tight
white button up silk blouse, and tight black spandex pants that accentuated
her waist, ass, and thighs. The top three buttons of her blouse were undone
showing a little cleavage and I tried not to look too obvious that I was
staring. I commented to her how nice she looked today. Julie and I had tea,
I showed her around my house and brought her into a converted bedroom that
is now my craft and sewing room and showed her some of the needlepoint work
I've done. We looked through some of the sewing books and we had a laugh when
I pulled out some old sewing patterns that I had collected over the years.
I can't believe we dressed like that I commented. Julie thought that some of
the styles were cool. I have a life-size mannequin in the room that I use
for sewing and she commented on it. By the end of the afternoon, we talked
like we were long time friends and Julie explained that this summer she
would be looking for a part time job since she wasn't going home between her
freshman and sophomore year.  "Do you like the small town atmosphere?" I
asked her. "I don't mind, I'm not much for partying and going out much."
except that all of my friends are leaving for the summer and it will be real
quiet around here." she stated.  I told her I understand and that I didn't
get out much myself. "I should get out more but most of the people I know
are too busy and it usually doesn't work out. "Well maybe we can go shopping
together sometime," she said. Julie seemed very interested in learning to
sew and I offered to show her how if she liked. She said she'd like that
very much. We discussed history, which was my favorite subject; we talked
about art and live theater. I was surprised how much she knew about the
arts. Since we both liked Abba music, we said that when Mama Mia plays in
Nashville, we'd get tickets. All in all, it was a pleasant afternoon and we
agreed to keep in touch. We exchanged phone numbers and by late afternoon,
she had left.

I returned back to the kitchen to straighten up and I couldn't help notice
how excited I had become. The thought of going to the theater seemed like
fun and the events of today were different from my usual routine. Not
surprising, I liked her. Not so much as a mother daughter type attraction
but rather as equals in the friendship. I even visualized her standing on my
pedestal in the sewing room changing and unchanging as I altered her dress.
As short as our visit was, I thought if there was a time to open up a
little, it should be now and it could be with Julie. This possible new
friendship was uplifting to me and for days I had noticed a little more
bounce in my step! Over the next few days I thought about Julie and secretly
hoped that she would call. Finally, after two weeks, I couldn't resist. I
called her. She sounded genuinely pleased to hear from me and apologized for
not calling me sooner. I invited her over for diner the next Saturday night
if she was free to sample my famous roast beef. Julie gladly accepted and
asked if I could take a look at the dress she was working on. Things weren't
going well with her sewing. "Of course you can" I replied and we said our
good byes. I could only imagine what a botched up job she did to that dress
I thought to myself. I hoped I could help. That night, I lay in bed
imagining Julie trying on the dress and me at her side hemming and pinning
to fit. The thought intrigued me.

Saturday night came and I wanted everything to be just right.  I fussed with
having a little flower arrangement on the table and the candles in just the
right places, the table was set just perfect for two and I had a couple of
bottles of merlot waiting. I wasn't sure she even drank. I felt as nervous
as teenager on a first date. It was silly of course to feel that way but for
some strange reason it felt almost like a date! I looked around and thought
that maybe I had over done it. Maybe I should stop with my silly notions.
Maybe I should turn up the lights, blow out the candles and stop acting like
a silly idiot. I hardly know this young lady and besides she's hoping to
just get help with her dress and have a nice diner and visit! To late! The
doorbell rang and I greeted Julie at the door. I was surprised when Julie
handed me a dozen carnations and told that she appreciated being invited for
diner. She wasn't sure if she should bring anything and thought she couldn't
go wrong with flowers. I accepted them, gave her a brief hug and told that
the flowers were lovely. I smelled the carnations as we made our way to the
kitchen. "You look so domestic with your apron on Rose" I bet you're a great
cook" she said. "If you can get through to desert, I think you'll live" I
said to her jokingly. There was some time before I needed to slice the roast
so I removed my apron and asked Julie if she'd like a glass of wine or
something else, a coke, or juice maybe?  "Oh yes thanks" she said, "I love wine,
especially red but it doesn't always agree with me. I usually have to watch
how much I drink or I get giddy and act silly" "Well then we'll make sure
you drink a lot" I said laughing. "So what's been going on then?" I
inquired. Julie told about her new job at the hospital and was hoping earn a
little money, and meet some friends. I told her about the yoga classes I
started going to and we talked about her sewing escapades. Diner went well.
We kept talking endlessly about so many topics that by desert, we looked at
each other and both bursts out laughing. "Can you believe we haven't run out
of conversation all night," Julie said. "Can you believe it?" After stacking
the dishes in the dishwasher, we poured each other another glass of wine and
sat on the sofa. I turned on a little Kenny G and thought, how nice and
relaxing this has been. Julie spoke first, "I've been meaning to tell you
how nice you look in that outfit Rose." "Thank you " I replied, "It's really
comfortable and it hides a multitude of old age flaws" "Nonsense Rose, you'
re a classy looking lady!" She said. "How old are you anyway? She asked.
"Under fifty" I lied. She laughed. "How about you? "I'm almost half that, I'
m twenty three!" She said. "My mother turns fifty this year," she said and
we both laughed. "I have to wear this loose fitting stuff nowadays. I'd love
to wear what you have on but it would look ridiculous on me. Your clothes
fit you so perfect. Tonight Julie was wearing a light blue V-neck knit
sweater tucked into a short blue and white plaid skirt and matching light
blue leotards with penny loafer shoes and of course her trademark black
rimmed glasses. "You look very preppy tonight Julie, it's a nice outfit!" I
commented and Julie sat up tugging her skirt down and getting more
comfortable on the sofa. I couldn't help notice how tight her sweater fit
her and how shapely her looked hidden under her short skirt.
Her tight sweater certainly showed off her breasts and figure. Secretly I
envied to have a body like that again. I guess I was staring because the
next thing I know, Julie was waving her hands in front of my face and saying
"hey you!"
How embarrassing! God was I that obvious? "Would you like another wine?" I
asked, recovering quickly. "Sure why not," We finished our glass and I broke
the momentary silence and said, "Hey how about if we take a look at that dress
of yours, there may be hope for it yet!" Julie got up and went to the kitchen
to get the dress out of the bag and as she got up, "Oops, I think the wine is
telling me something" she said. "That's it, you're cut off kiddo!" I kidded.
Julie pulled the dress out of the bag and I almost broke out laughing.
She was right she couldn't sew! I thought to myself. I took a look at it,
examined her stitching, and held it up to her. "It's just a practice one you know,
"she quickly added.
"Yah I know, but I need to show you a few things here" I explained.
"Come to my sewing room" I said as I led her down the hall. In there I had
all that a seamstress would want. I even had the dress mannequin. I showed
Julie some of the stitching mistakes and how to fix them. I suggested she
try it on so I could take another look and motioned her towards the bathroom
but Julie just started removing her top and skirt right there and then. I
was a little surprised but thought to myself that the wine must be shedding
some shyness because she seemed less inhibited. I held her arm and steadied her as
she lifted her legs out of the skirt and in a quick moment there she was, standing
in front of me with only her bra, those colored skintight leotards, penny loafer shoes,
and of course her signature black rimmed glasses. I know I was staring again and  
couldn't remember when I was so close to a half naked woman. She looked so beautiful,
so perfect and so fresh and sexy. Her bra covered breasts were high and firm,
her tummy was perfectly flat, and I could see from the reflection in the mirror that
her ass cheeks were well rounded and firm.

I was feeling that familiar tingling in my pussy and hoped that I wasn't wet or obvious.
Julie slipped the gown on and I tried to zip her up but she had sewn the zipper crooked.
She stood in front of the full-length mirror and I made some markings.
"Actually you did pretty good for a first attempt," I said, trying be encouraging.
"Yea I think so to, thanks for the help" she replied.
"No problem, I can show you how to fix this in no time Julie but not tonight,
I never drink and sew at
the same time" I said jokingly. We both giggled at the stupid comment and she got dressed.

Julie went to the kitchen and topped off our glasses.
"Well we killed another one!" she said as she placed the empty bottle in the recycle bin.
"Cheers to us!" she says and with that, she downs the contents of the glass.
"Woo," I said. "I think you've had enough. You're cut off for sure this time kiddo,"
I was joking of course.

By now I could not have walked a straight line myself and Julie was in worst shape
than me. I changed the CD and put on a little Celine Dione and went to the
bathroom. When I returned Julie was half asleep on the sofa and certainly in
no shape to go home. "I think you should stay here tonight Julie. I'm
worried you may not get home." I told her. She put up a little fuss, "ok
Rose if it's no trouble. I'm sorry I should know better than to drink too
much." She slurred. "It's no trouble at all. I can fix you up right here.
Just a minute and I'll get you some nightclothes and a robe" The thought
crossed my mind to put her in bed with me because that sofa was awfully
uncomfortable but I didn't want to be so bold.

She would think I'm a little
weird. I fixed her some sheets and a pillow, turned off the stereo and
flicked on the TV. "Here you are Julie, all set. Just tuck yourself in and I
have a new spare tooth brush and whatever you need in my bathroom if you
want to brush or whatever." With the glow from the TV the light from the
ice maker on the fridge, we said our good nights and I went to my room.

Frankly I was pretty tired. I drank way too much wine tonight myself and I
felt bad that I let Julie drink too much. Lying there in bed with only the
glow of the bathroom night-light, I thought of Julie undressing and standing
there in her bra. I couldn't believe what fun I had tonight. I hope she
enjoyed herself as well if she can even remember. As tired as I was, I
couldn't get to sleep. After tossing and turning, I imagined myself wearing
Julie's sweater over my padded bra and slipping on her short little skirt.
Just the image of me wearing her clothes was stirring warm dampness in my pussy
and I tried to change the subject of my thoughts but really didn't want to.
By now I was parched, throwing on my robe, I went to the kitchen to get a cold
glass of water and through the dim light glow from the TV I saw Julie fast asleep and
without a stitch of cloths on. I was in a panic when I first saw her and
quickly looked away but I realized that she was asleep. God she looked so
beautiful. The nightgown and robe I gave her were still neatly folded on the
recliner. Her cloths were in a heap on the floor and the sheets and blanket
were covering only her ankles and feet. I couldn't help but to stare at her.
It was like I was in a trance. I became bolder and moved a little closer to
sneak a better look. Julie was lying on her back exposing her bare breasts
and her arms crossed covering her tummy. To my amazement her pussy was smooth
and shaven clean. It looked as smooth as a baby's bum. It was the first time I
had ever seen a shaved pussy. Her eyes were closed and she had a gentle and
siren look on her face. God I was getting hot at the sight of Julie. If she
ever knew I saw her that would be the end of our friendship I'm sure. I was
tempted to go over and cover her up. Actually I was tempted to go over and
kiss her square on the lips and awaken this beautiful princess but reality
set in quickly when she began to stir. In a panic, I quietly went back to my
room. Of course it goes without saying. I masturbated myself to sleep at the
thought of her and dreamed that one day I would taste her.

The next morning we had light breakfast, she helped me clean up, Julie
thanked me and she was gone. Over the summer, Julie had visited with me on
her days off, we went shopping together and we went to the movies a
few times. We even went to the theater and saw Mama Mia! like we promised
ourselves. So the point is that Julie and I had become good friends.
For me, I didn't socialize much and I never came across as judgmental so
I suppose that was one reason why Julie spoke openly with me and became close friends.
For her, she was very shy and a little introverted and she felt comfortable and with me.
More so than most people she knew. She didn't seam like the wallflower she was when we first met.

Anyway, when she was around me, she was quite outgoing. Over the summer months our
friendship had developed and yes, actually learned how to sew as well. On many
occasions while giving Julie pointers on sewing and trying different things on,
her or I would stand up on the little platform in the sewing room as we fussed
and touched each other. For me I used that as my excuse to touch her while trying
not to be obvious. The excuse that I was making adjustments and hemming was perfect.
I think she had the same thoughts as me because there were occasi0ons when she would allow
the back of her hand to brush or rest against my chest and I of course secretly enjoyed
every minute of it. Sometimes on these occasions would be the perfect excuse for me or
her to remove some clothes on the pretense of slipping on our latest sewing project
for accurate measurements and fittings.

Julie slept over on two other occasions, once when the weather was so bad she asked if
she could stay and she fell asleep on the sofa while watching TV and another
time when her air conditioner had broken down in her apartment complex it was
too hot to get a decent night sleep so she stayed over. On both occasions,
nothing had happened but I had realized that I wanted her. It's true that
we had become good friends and our age difference never really was a factor but with me,
I was very fond of Julie to the point that I wanted to be her lover.
A few months ago the idea of me wanting another woman would have been so remote but now,
with Julie, the thought felt so natural. Julie has filled in me a void for companionship
and sparked a new enthusiasm for me towards life. I know it may sound silly but was
falling in love with her.

It crossed my mind that maybe, just maybe I might get up enough nerve and tell
her how I felt. I've wanted to tell her but couldn't muster up the courage and was also
afraid to jeopardize our friendship. Whenever we were together I kept looking for her to
give me some signal or sign or something that might express a mutual feeling, but nothing.

Maybe she felt the same urges and maybe, just maybe I had just missed the signs.
She never talked about any dates or boyfriends, was that a sign?
I resolved myself to look for any signals and decide from there.

One day Julie came over and she complained that her neck and shoulders were sore
from moving boxes in her apartment. She asked if I could give her a
message and rub some ointment in. Of course I agreed. She removed her top so as
not get any ointment on her clothes and she lay down on her tummy on the living room
floor with arms extended out forward. God if she only knew what she was doing to me, I thought.
I did all I could not to lie on top of her and kiss the back of her neck. I rubbed
the ointment in and proceeded to give her and soothing message. I could feel the hard
muscular back muscles as my hands slid across and up and down her sleek slippery back.
Just then Julie stopped me and said she had to take her bra off.
The last thing she wanted was to was stain her new Victoria Secrets bra with the ointment.
She eased herself up slightly and unclasp the back and lay back down.

I was defiantly nervous by now and could feel my hands tremble at the
thought of seeing the sides of breasts as my hands came oh so close with
each rub. I dare not rub too close I thought.

"Ah that feels so good. Keep it up Rose." She moaned.

"It's hard work but if you think it will help, I'll do it till you say stop." I said.

I massaged her for what I thought was at least 15 minutes and did manage to sneak
a feel from time to time. I tried not to be too obvious but noticed that when my hands
got close to her breasts, she would ease up slightly as if to offer me better access.
Was that a clue? Was it a sign? Should I go further? My heart was beating fast, and I lost my nerve.
I wiped my hands with a dry cloth and gave her light slap on the ass.
 
"That should just about do it kiddo, I hope you feel better," I asked her.

I knew I blew my chance but realized this was one small step towards the next time.

It was almost Labor Day and Julie would be back in school in a couple of
weeks. I thought it'd be nice to take her out to Nashville for dinner, and
after, walk around the Grand Ole Opry Hotel. She suggested we just get a
room down there and spend the night that way we don't have to worry about
driving back so late. I thought it was a great idea! We went downtown, had
diner at the Old Spaghetti Factory, took a one hour river boat cruise, and
then to the Crazy Horse Saloon for some dancing and see if we could find her
any guys. It had been years since I was at a bar and even though I felt way
too old for that sort of thing, it was fun. A couple of guys bought us
drinks, others tried to pick us up while others were just plain obnoxious.

After having a few too many, We called it a night and took a cab ride back
to our hotel. We had a reservation all right but as luck would have it,
the only room left was a non-smoking king bed. I was secretly delighted the
reservation had worked out that way and Julie didn't seem to mind when we were checking in.

"Sure no problem" she had told the desk clerk, looking at her and then to me.

It was a little awkward now that there was only one bed and actually I was a
little nervous and hoped she hadn't noticed. The drinks still having an
effect on me and, Julie was feeling no pain as well because she was louder
more outgoing than her usual self. I slipped into the bathroom first to pee,
freshen up, and change into a nice nightgown. I was definitely tipsy and laughed
out loud when I saw myself in the mirror. It had been years since I was this drunk.
I came out of the bathroom and slid under the plush covers staking my side of the bed.
Julie  had already changed and was wearing Roadrunner cartoon pajamas and
I laughed at them.

"They are cute and funny" I told her.

Julie was as giddy and wasted as I was. She started laughing at me laughing at her.

"I only brought them for you, I usually don't wear anything at all to bed."
She said. "Much too confining!"

My first reaction was to say yes I knew that! but I didn't. She crawled into bed
on her side and much to my disappointment, I found out that king size beds are wider
than I had thought. We flicked the channels and looked through the movie menu.
She clicked on the adult channel and the TV screen was bright with nude bodies
panting and fucking on TV.

"Woo!" I said, half kidding, "Don't touch that dial!"

We both laughed and watched with intense interest and saw a woman being fucked up the ass
by man and two other woman in the scene eating each other out. The two woman were dressed
up in school uniforms and We giggled about that commented how much it would hurt
being fucked up the ass. Julie asked me if I ever had it up there and being as
uninhibited as I was from drinking, I wasn't embarrassed at all by the surprise question and
told yes but it hurt like hell and we both broke out into uncontrollable laughter.
We commented on the hot guy on the screen but avoided discussing what else was
going on with the two other woman going at it with each other. After a few minutes
I realized I was rubbing myself under the blanket and told Julie that I couldn't watch this
anymore because it's getting me all hot and bothered.

"So go for it!" she said.  

"Go for what."

"You know," she smirked. It was a look I had never seen on her before.

"I'd like to but I'm way too embarrassed," I heard myself say and confirmed what  
to myself what I already knew, I was really wasted because this was really out of
character for me I thought.

"No need to be embarrassed, it's just us girls, I do it all the time!" she said.
"Here let me help you."

And with that she kicked the covers back a little with her feet and moved closer
to me on my side of the bed. Julie placed her hand on pussy feeling the light
pressure of her fingers through the material of my pyjamas, and for
the first time she looked me straight in the eyes with that wanton almost
devilish look as she gently rubbed.

"There now doesn't that feel better Rose?" she cooed.

I was very surprised by her actions but all I could say was "Ah yes,"
and slowly spread my legs to give her full access to my hot and tingling pussy.

It was only a few moments it but seemed longer that I couldn't stand it anymore.
I was feeling so hot and actually working up a sweat. I told Julie I was too hot and
asked her if I could undress. With that she began to remove her pajamas and
got naked as well. Julie's breasts were perfect. High and perky. Her nipples were
obviously erect and I could notice her pussy gleaming with wetness.

"I'm feeling a little nervous about this you know."

"Me to" she told me, "but It feels soooo good doesn't it?"

I just nodded as I gave into the idea of just laying back, spreading my legs
and let her finger fuck my wet pussy. I closed my eyes and thought how great this felt.
 
I moaned involuntarily and half opened my eyes to look at Julie and mumbled in a low whisper
how much I needed a good cum.

"If truth be known Rose, I need a good cum to."

She just smiled and gently placed her lips to mine and kissed me deep and passionately.


I was in lust that night. Although I had planned something like this many times over
and over in my mind, I couldn't imagine how great this was and I was shaking like a leaf
feeling waves of pleasure surging through me and Julie sensed it.

"Are you ok?" she asked with concern.

"Yes, oh yes! I'm fine, please don't stop."

Julie brought her mouth to my right breast and gently swirled her tongue around my nipple
while slipping her index finger further into my pussy and rubbing with the palm of her hand.
It was as if she could read my thoughts as to what pleased me. She was a gentle aggressor
and knew exactly where to touch me. How did she know that? I thought!
Julie moved her hands all over my body not wanting to miss any part and began to
tongue me from head to toe. When she got to my pussy Julie stopped for a moment,
then she licked my clit and went wild with excitement. This only encouraged her and she
continued to lick and suck until I was screaming and thrashing myself wildly.
I was in heaven and was almost in tears with joy. I had never been eaten like that
before and by now I had lost count how many times I had cum. I wanted to eat her and
by now any inhibition I may have had was gone so what the heck I thought, I shifted
around in a sixty-nine position and returned her pleasure.

I pushed my tongue into her mouth and we embraced each other with fire hot
passion and desire.

"God I want you Rose" Julie said.

"Me to Julie" I told her.

Julie had cum again while she was eating me out was still dripping wet.
She learned that my nipples were very sensitive to her touch, and she would
suck them and twirl her tongue around each nipple and then eat me like I was
never eaten before. As if that wasn't enough, Julie would lick my ass and
ram her tongue deep into my ass until I squealed with desire and gush out cum.
I followed her lead and We licked each other dry before laying back into each
other's arms in a tight embrace. We were both spent and breathing heavy as we lay
in bed just smiling and holding each other. I told Julie I loved her, and
Julie told me the same.

"I've fantasized about you since we first met" I admitted.

Julie said she felt the same. We laughed as we shared our common interest and snuggled
closer together as we just lay there. Both of us were new at this and as it happened,
we didn't need any instructions.

"I can't believe I'm doing this, it feels so right and you're so beautiful Julie."

"You are beautiful to Rose," she replied, adding that she couldn't believe her fantasy
of being together with another woman had come true and that she had the nerve to actually
go for it. She had never done this before either but when she did, it had to be with the perfect friend.

"I guess I'm that perfect friend?" I asked. Julie smiled and nodded. I kissed her gently on the forehead
and lazed back and smiled.

Julie went on to say that she thinks she's a lesbian because she feels no special attraction for
guys and how grateful she was to have found me to be her first. She admitted that as early as
middle school she had always been attracted to other girls. Her first crush was her female gym
teacher. Coach Kay as they called her was at least in her 40s and Julie remembered how much more
attracted she was to girls or woman older than her. Of course she would never tell anyone
that she was attracted to other girls, not even her one and only best friend she had in school
and, with whom she lost touch with her after high school. Julie did date a couple of times in high school
but when she did the guys were always trying to get into her pants or she'd hear nasty rumours
around school the next day and she'd come home turned off from the experience.

It was like a floodgate had opened for Julie. She had never found anyone she could trust or talk
to about any of this and now after years of holding it all in, Julie was spilling it all. Her eyes were
welting up and tears poured out. Tears of joy kept coming as she sniffled and told me everything
that she had held inside for so many ears. I held her tighter for a few moments as she continued on.

Julie was always afraid to express or try anything with her girlfriends for fear they would tease her.
She was so shy that she actually thought something was wrong with her and it wasn't until she went
to college that she finally figured it all out and I listened with fascination. She had never actually
done anything with other girls but was very attracted to mature woman for some reason.
She went on to sat that when she first met me she was instantly attracted to me and wanted to
begin exploring her desires. Maybe that's why I felt an attraction for her as well.
I had sensed it to when I first met her as well but whatever the feelings were,
I now knew that I enjoyed making love to woman and especially this young and firm woman who I
now felt a deep love towards.

We spent the rest of the night making love and discovering and fulfilling each other's
pent up desires. Before the sun came up, we had tried just about every position
imaginable to get ourselves off. Julie had known exactly what to do as if she had a
world of experience in lesbian lovemaking. She was a natural and Julie was in bliss.
After that blissful night Julie and I had remained very close friends, friends with
benefits you might say. She spends much of her free time with me and I
know that when school gets back, I'll hardly see her at all. Until then though,
I'll enjoy the love that we can share and worry about the future tomorrow.

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